Young Tyrone

Hi. My name is Jennifer. I'm a 58 year old divorcee. My relationship with my ex-husband ended last year. We were married for 37 years and we have 2 kids. Yeah, two grownup kids.

Been married since I was 21 and my ex-husband, Jeremy was the only man I'd ever been with, not counting the little things we did in high school, 'cos we never had sex then, just the touches and kisses.

Marriage was sweet and full of bliss at the beginning, but when the kids came I started feeling Jeremy drifting apart from me. He started making little statements of me being out of shape and getting fat, but I never gave it a serious thought until when my kids went to college, then the insults grew and even our dog knew 'cos she was the only one around watching us exchange words.

Caught him cheating twice with some junior staffs of his at the office and then I just had to summon courage to get separated from him 'cos the pain was getting too much. Lucky my kids are grown up now so they understood.

Fast forward to this day, I'm just a single mom as I love to call myself. Yeah, a single mom who would soon be a grandma.

I'd never forget my first encounter with my present lover.

I had gone to get a few drinks and unwind after a stressful ride from the countryside. I went to visit my sister. I pulled up to a bar in my neighborhood I had never stepped foot in and the he was. Fate really took me there.

The moment I heard his voice, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I was sitting at a bar and the person attached to that voice had just ordered a beer in the sexiest Scottish brogue I'd ever heard in person. In that moment I envisioned a really tall man with broad shoulders and a handsome chiseled face covered in red scruffy beard, but when I turned around, that's not what I saw. He was definitely in his twenties and was too young for me for sure. He had the most perfect head of salt and pepper hair that was brushed back, clean shaven and he was shorter than me.

He introduced himself to me and sat in the chair next to me and Tyrone and I started chatting and we got on like we've been pals for a long time. I was really intrigued by Tyrone. He was young, confident, sassy, naughty and funny and I was starting to fall for him.

Crazy because was 3 years younger than my son, Michael. Here I was, a 58 year old woman in the bar with a young boy who made me feel like a young girl again. He even told me I don't look my age. He said he thought I was in my late 30s, and he was open to older women.

I started having thoughts in my head and I was hoping he would be open to my seduction of him.

My intentions seemed quite perfectly clear to him, but I clearly underestimated this guy.

He accepted my invitation to continue our conversation in my apartment and we were making out on my couch when he abruptly stood up and commanded me to lead him to my bedroom.

When we got there, he pointed to the edge of the bed and instructed me to stand there and face him and I was mesmerized as he told me to put one leg up on the bed.

He walked towards me and he took one hand and he grabbed me by the neck and he took his other hands and he put it between my legs. Now, I've been fingered before, but never like this.

He curved his fingers inside of me just so he was touching a part of my body that I hadn't known existed before this moment and with just a few thrusts I began to quiver and before I knew what was happening, this gush of warm silky fluid exploded from my vagina and it was all over his arm and all down my legs and I was in this puddle. I could literally hear the splash.

With his finger still inside of me, he took his other hand and he pulled me a little closer and he says "there, there, lass", "haven't you ever done that before?" All I could do was whimper and just "no", and when I finally regained my composure, I whispered to him, "will you please do that again?"

He did. Many times that night till he saw I'd finally had enough 'cos I didn't know where I was anymore. I was in awe of how much liquid came of me.

He put me on the bed and was about to penetrate me with his rock hard penis, but I told him I had had enough for one night. I am a 58 year old lady.

He felt disappointed and told me to turn around with my head at the side of the bed. I did as he asked feeling disappointed that I could not satisfy him. He saw the remorse in my face and told me not to feel bad. He commanded me to open my mouth and he stuck his penis in. He literally fucked my throat while I caressed his balls as he asked me. We did this for minutes till my throat was feeling sour. Mind you he still had his fingers on my clitoris rubbing it in different ways. I had to just keep closing my legs while he kept opening them.

I finally begged him to stop 'cos I had had enough and he still hadn't cum.

He finally hearkened to my plea and left me for the night. I felt wasted. I couldn't move. My legs were shaky. Tyrone had to tuck me under the covers, patted my hair and kissed me before he left. I didn't even know when he left, I only remembered I asked him to lock the door.

When I woke the next morning, I found this handwritten note from Tyrone telling me how beautiful I am and how much fun he had with me. He left his number at the bottom.

Here I was a year after my divorce from my ex-husband thinking about a young man who touched my body in a way that made me forget about my stretch marks. In a way that let me have a love and desire for myself that I had never experienced. I felt young, completely free and unencumbered and of course yes, I called Tyrone and we still meet up even till date. I'll tell you later the stories of how he fucks me like a gladiator.