I have always loved old women. When I was young all of my friends were into girls more or less their own age. Once in a while, a friend of mine would find a mother hot but nobody was into old women. Only I was. And I mean old, women in their sixties, which was very old for a teenager. My own grandmother was not even that old at the time. I loved Sunday church because I could oogle the old ladies. At home I would fantasize getting bathed by them and spying on them to get a glimpse of their droopy breasts. It was my favorite and pretty much only masturbation fantasy.
In those days which were the early eighties we didn't have the internet and we could not search for porn. My friends had porn magazines and we would all look at them marveling at the female beauties, except I was making it up. The young women didn't really do it for me. There were no magazines featuring naked women in their sixties. Of course, I kept this all to myself.
When I entered college my taste in women had not changed at all, I was still obsessed with old women. Fortunately, by then there was a porn magazine for sale called "60 Plus MILFs". I would buy it religiously and would masturbate once or twice a day in my dorm room looking at the beauties. I was obsessed with wrinkly saggging breasts, especially the big ones that fell down to the navel or even waist lines; Absolutely arousing. I did have a problem though. I was, and still am, a premature ejaculator. A few strokes and that was it. Regardless how often I masturbated in a row I would never last. If I was really excited I would even ejaculate without touching myself. It was very embarrassing and I was very self-conscious about it. Of course, I had to hide the magazines carefully since I had a roommate and it would have been difficult to explain my preferences.
I knew exactly when the new edition would come out. My favorite book store was right around the corner. The cash register would always be operated by part time college girls. In the beginning I would be very embarrassed by the strange looks they gave me, but eventually I started to enjoy it and made sure that everybody in line would see what I was buying. Once the girl at the register even remarked that it was great for a young guy to be interested in old women and not just the usual barely legal. She smiled at me and I promptly ejaculated in my pants.
This went on for a while until one day I opened my dorm room door and there was my roommate with two girls leafing through a copy of my "Sixty Plus MILFs" magazine. I was mortified.
"Hey Frank, this explains why we never see you with a girl. Maybe I should introduce you to my Grandma," one of the girls giggled.
From that day on I noticed all the odd looks I got from the guys on my floor and I heard all the giggles of the girls. I had become the laughing stock of our floor. I had to find my own place.
There were several apartments available that suited my needs but one place stood out. It was an extra room in a regular house with its own bathroom. And the person living in this house, the landlady, was a shapely women in her sixties. I had to have this place. The woman was quite friendly and told me she would be happy to let me have this place.
A few days later I moved in. I was in love. Anna turned out to be 67 and widowed. She needed the extra income. She was tall with white hair, a little overweight, but in good shape. Best of all, she had a huge bust held in place by a bra that must have been made from steel cables. Every night I beat off fantasizing about releasing those breasts from their steel confinement.
A few days later, it was pretty late, I ran into her in the hallway. She was about to go to bed wearing a long lacy nightgown. I was stunned. Anne did not wear a bra. I scanned down her body, her bust was missing until I saw the protrusion of her nipples in the fabric - right down at her waistline. I stuttered, "I like your night shirt," and quickly disappeared in my room, masturbating within seconds.
I started to plot how I could make a move on her. I asked her whether we could watch football games together. She readily agreed but nothing would ever happen. She would just sit next to me on the couch, her heavy bust resting on her upper thighs. I would be erect most of the time, but she never seemed to notice. I was getting desperate.
One day, I was about to leave the house when I heard the mail slot open and the mail falling on the floor. I bent down to pick it up to put on the side table when I noticed a strange magazine. The magazine had a neutral grey cover taped shut. I picked it up and examined it. I bent it a little and peaked underneath the grey cover. It was a copy of Playgirl Magazine. I was ecstatic. A subscription to Playgirl Magazine meant that she liked at least looking at young men in all their glory. This was my angle and I had a plan.
I went back to my room to get a copy of my "60 Plus MILFs" magazine. I put it on my desk hiding it under a copy of a car magazine, but had it stick out just enough so that you could tell this was some kind of porn magazine. I placd the car magazine on top of it in a way that I would be able to tell if somebody had looked at it.
And sure enough, the very next day I could see the position of the magazine had changed. Anne had found and looked at it.
I often watched TV in her living room when she was not home. So I went down, turned on the TV, and rifled through her magazine rack. There it was hidden in a copy of Vogue Magazine, "Playgirl: Campus Hunks". The magazine was full of pictorials of young men with fit athletic bodies and rather large cocks in various stages of arousal.
I knew Anne was coming home shortly. I waited until I heard the door open. I quickly grabbed the magazine and pretended to be deeply absorbed reading it. Anne came into the living room. She was about to say hello, but stopped.
"What are you doing?"
"I was just reading one of your magazines, Playgirl: Campus Hunks."
"So you think because I'm old I can't enjoy looking at young men."
"Not at all, I think it's great. Age has nothing to do with it."
She gave me a long look and sat down next to me on the couch.
"I just love these young fit bodies. I love their cocks and how hard they are," she said running her finger along the model's naked body.
"Look at his cock, huge, hard, sticking out straight."
She turned the page.
"And this guy, his cock pointing straight up almost touching his stomach. I always wonder whether they know how to use these magnificent tools."
She suddenly got up. I heard her walking up the stairs to my room and returning. She threw my '60 Plus MILFs' magazine on my lap.
"And what about you?"
"Well, I'm the opposite, I have always been attracted to old women, even as a teenager."
"No girlfriends?"
"They are too young, I just don't find them compelling."
"And what is it that attracts you to older women?"
With that she sat down, open the magazine and pointed to a woman.
"What about her?"
I was getting aroused and the more aroused I became, the more I had the urge to confess my fetish.
"I love her wrinkly skin, look at these big saggy boobs and droopy nipples. Her snatch, hairy, wide open, and ready to get screwed at any time. Her big clit, waiting to be sucked on."
"Whow," Anne exclaimed, "you are a little pervert, aren't you?"
That was the end of our conversation.
The next evening, I was again watching TV in her living room. Anne came in wearing her white lacy night gown.
"That's the one you like," she greeted me.
"Looks excellent on you," I replied.
Anne sat down right next to me.