Straight Female / 52
I'm from Germany.
When I was celebrating my birthday in mid-November, my daughter said to me, "Mom, is this something for you?" It was an advertisement from a young student - aged 19 - who was looking for a room with great speed.
I'm a woman at the age of 60 and already 11 years a widow. "You have some company and also something to do," my daugther told me. She lives with her family about 3 hours drive away from me and I don't often see her. In fact, I reacted with enthusiasm in an spontanious mood and 2 days later the young man was sitting with me to discuss the room.
He was at the moment living with another woman in a house but that didn't go well and that's why he had to leave quickly. I asked him why and he blushed and turned around. I told him you didn't steal or beat her anyway? But it wasn't, but I wasn't any wiser. I said that he was my first tenant and he agreed to try it for 2 months, but if it didn't, he would look for something else. The next day he moved in with me and it turned out to be very nice. I indicated after a month that he was allowed to stay. I felt good and although he was in his room a lot to study, there were times when we talked to each other in a pleasant way.
But a few nights, after I had said that he was allowed to stay, I felt a little shaking at my bed at night and I felt the young man crawling next me. I tried to push him away and told him that he should behave himself and go to his own bed. He was strong, he teared my underwear, came over me and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He r**ed me.
I was too shocked to scream and could only squeak a little. But when he came to me, something happened. I felt his penis invade and then a feeling came to mind that I can hardly describe. The feeling of that penis in me loosened something in me that I wanted to last forever. But it went very fast, I felt wet when he shot his load into me and longed for more. Maybe that's why I held him tightly to keep him in me. I felt his penis getting hard again in me after a short time and then it took him this time longer to shot his load again into me. He did that several times that night and I hated myself for it but enjoyed it.
Because I had let myself go, it's not actually r**e I think, and I can't blame him because I also enjoyed it.
I talked to him afterwards and it turned out that he wanted this with that other woman as well, but that she didn't want it and kicked him out of bed. With a little questioning, I found out that it is a friend - also a widow - of a vague knowledge.
Anyway, I asked him why such old woman as me and that other widow, I am already in my 60s, I'm almost 25 kilos too heavy and my body is not very attractive because it is sagging. Not to mention my big belly, I must something do about that.
He told me that as a small child he had a neighbor, also a widow, who used to nanny him often and took him on her lap whenever possible. He took his head always between her big boobs that felt so soft and warm. He told me that a women like me gave him that feeling back. And he found me beautiful and attractive, he said and for such a compliment I'm pretty sensitive.
To make a long story short, we have sex since with each other, although I said that I want to sleep alone because I am so used to that after all those years.
I actually feel bad about this because that young man is so young, but on the other hand I enjoy his impetuosity, endurance and giving me that all. Sometimes I am waiting for him but then he doesn't come to my bedroom and I then I feel a little sad.
3 weeks ago I met that friend of the vague knowledge in the village and she asked me if it was true that the young man had a room with me. When I said yes she asked me if he behaved a bit and I answered that it 's a decent young man and we are very nice together, otherwise not. She looked at me intently and said that he would then fit me well, at least not with her.
Since then I have a bad feeling and it seems like everyone in the village knows about that young man and me.
When I was celebrating my birthday in mid-November, my daughter said to me, "Mom, is this something for you?" It was an advertisement from a young student - aged 19 - who was looking for a room with great speed.
I'm a woman at the age of 60 and already 11 years a widow. "You have some company and also something to do," my daugther told me. She lives with her family about 3 hours drive away from me and I don't often see her. In fact, I reacted with enthusiasm in an spontanious mood and 2 days later the young man was sitting with me to discuss the room.
He was at the moment living with another woman in a house but that didn't go well and that's why he had to leave quickly. I asked him why and he blushed and turned around. I told him you didn't steal or beat her anyway? But it wasn't, but I wasn't any wiser. I said that he was my first tenant and he agreed to try it for 2 months, but if it didn't, he would look for something else. The next day he moved in with me and it turned out to be very nice. I indicated after a month that he was allowed to stay. I felt good and although he was in his room a lot to study, there were times when we talked to each other in a pleasant way.
But a few nights, after I had said that he was allowed to stay, I felt a little shaking at my bed at night and I felt the young man crawling next me. I tried to push him away and told him that he should behave himself and go to his own bed. He was strong, he teared my underwear, came over me and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He r**ed me.
I was too shocked to scream and could only squeak a little. But when he came to me, something happened. I felt his penis invade and then a feeling came to mind that I can hardly describe. The feeling of that penis in me loosened something in me that I wanted to last forever. But it went very fast, I felt wet when he shot his load into me and longed for more. Maybe that's why I held him tightly to keep him in me. I felt his penis getting hard again in me after a short time and then it took him this time longer to shot his load again into me. He did that several times that night and I hated myself for it but enjoyed it.
Because I had let myself go, it's not actually r**e I think, and I can't blame him because I also enjoyed it.
I talked to him afterwards and it turned out that he wanted this with that other woman as well, but that she didn't want it and kicked him out of bed. With a little questioning, I found out that it is a friend - also a widow - of a vague knowledge.
Anyway, I asked him why such old woman as me and that other widow, I am already in my 60s, I'm almost 25 kilos too heavy and my body is not very attractive because it is sagging. Not to mention my big belly, I must something do about that.
He told me that as a small child he had a neighbor, also a widow, who used to nanny him often and took him on her lap whenever possible. He took his head always between her big boobs that felt so soft and warm. He told me that a women like me gave him that feeling back. And he found me beautiful and attractive, he said and for such a compliment I'm pretty sensitive.
To make a long story short, we have sex since with each other, although I said that I want to sleep alone because I am so used to that after all those years.
I actually feel bad about this because that young man is so young, but on the other hand I enjoy his impetuosity, endurance and giving me that all. Sometimes I am waiting for him but then he doesn't come to my bedroom and I then I feel a little sad.
3 weeks ago I met that friend of the vague knowledge in the village and she asked me if it was true that the young man had a room with me. When I said yes she asked me if he behaved a bit and I answered that it 's a decent young man and we are very nice together, otherwise not. She looked at me intently and said that he would then fit me well, at least not with her.
Since then I have a bad feeling and it seems like everyone in the village knows about that young man and me.
