This is a mature women/young man story with big tits and big dicks, further in the story his mum gets involved, if that's not what you're into then don't bother reading it. Everyone is 18 or over.
I was an only child mum and dad were Antique Dealers, my childhood was brought up on a farm, with barns and outhouses which dad used for storing and selling his antiques, there was also three fields which bordered with a small town. I started dealing in Antiques when I was eight; I loved it, my pocket money came from polishing furniture, which gave me a greater insight into how the furniture was made and I worked hard with dad and mum.
When I was thirteen, dad was approached by a builder who wanted everything, he had connections within the Council and planned a major development. He made dad a sizeable offer but dad being the dealer he was, asked for half a million more then settled for four hundred thousand. With the money, Dad bought a four floored former Grain House with a large warehouse beside it. He then created an Antique Centre renting space out to other dealers, there were now over three hundred dealers renting space.
Dad always saw having an Auction House as part of the centre but there were already two auction houses in the town and it couldn't support three. Dad had the space to do it if the town ever lost one of its auction houses. As antiques were my life, I left school at sixteen but when I was twenty, dad died of cancer. Mum had me at eighteen, she was now thirty-eight; we were both devastated although we were secure financially as we had no mortgage or loans of any kind and lots of stock and money in the bank.
The computer system in the Centre was first-class, every article was bar-coded, commissions were paid out daily, dad had control of the precious metals, jewellery and watches, mum and I could run the business easily. Dad was a shrewd operator, he wasn't religious but went to the church every Sunday and was well known in the congregation, the amount of house clearances he got from members of the church was amazing, lawyers, accountants and other professional people knew dad was reliable, I was often approached myself and after dad died, I was at church every Sunday.
There was a new doctor, an approachable and courteous man, it was his wife that attracted me; she was much younger than her husband who looked to be in his late fifties; she looked the same age as mum, sometimes mum would come to church with me, she wasn't religious but understood the connections dad had made there.
One Sunday, Dot, the doctor's wife approached mum and I and said, "Hi, I deal in Antiques and would be interested in taking a little space in your centre, I've visited it and am impressed, is it possible to arrange a meeting so we could discuss this more fully?"
I shook Dot's hand and said, "Hi Dot, I'm Barry Cooper and this is my mum Babs Cooper, we run the Centre, let me give you my card, call me and we can arrange a meeting?"
Mum shook Dot's hand and said, "Pleased to meet you Dot, give Barry a call and he'll look after you, I look forward to seeing you around the Centre."
Dot smiled and said, "Peter, does his hospital visits this afternoon, Barry, is after three good for you today?"
"No problem, Dot, I'll be in the reception at three o'clock."
That was the first time I'd spoken with Dot, the first time I saw her, I liked what I saw; she was tall, voluptuous and good looking, her husband didn't look as if he could look after her.
In the Centre I had experienced a lot of unexpected relationships with older women, few younger people were around the Centre, apart from the staff in the Wine Bar and Bistro, it was mostly older people.
I had a fifty-nine-year-old widow, her husband was in his seventies with dementia when he died six months ago, I first had Jean, nine months ago when she asked me if I could help her with a house clearance from a house that she'd inherited from a friend of her father's. She told me what was involved, Jean had taken space at the Centre two years ago, she was at the Centre every day and was so helpful; we had a large van which would easily accommodate the pieces she had; we had several part-time students that helped with house clearances; I was trying to do it as cheaply as possible for Jean, if the Centre were to do this for a client, it would be expensive.
The two porters, Jean and I went on a Saturday afternoon to do the clearance, the two porters drove in the van and I went in Jean's Volvo estate car. Jean was the essence of respectability, she was a tall, busty woman with gorgeous curves, she dressed in such conservative but good clothes, mostly cashmere twinsets and skirts that came to below the knee, she also wore pearl necklaces and earrings which gave her an angelic look.
It was a ten-minute drive to the house, we arrived, and it was an easy job to clear the house as Jean had everything covered in bubble wrap and stacked in the hallway ready to go. The hardest part was getting a large safe into the van, we had the rollers and the other equipment to get it done and an hour later we were driving back to the Centre. The van was emptied, Jean paid the porters and said, "Barry, what do I owe you?"
I smiled and said, "Jean, you owe me nothing, I was happy I could help you, you have some beautiful furniture there, that's a gorgeous mahogany Berger suite, the carvings on it are incredible, it will enrich any room you put it in."
Jean brought out her smartphone, it was approaching six o'clock, she had a baby watching app on her phone, she showed me the live stream of her husband asleep in a medical bed in her house, Jean said, "He's asleep, the evening nurse feeds him then gives him his sedative, that's him until eight tomorrow morning, Barry could I invite you for two of your wonderful steaks and a bottle of good Champagne in the Bistro?"
"Jean, I'd love that, but let me go to my office and freshen up, I have some lovely Champagne there?"
