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When I was at university, after living in halls of residence during my first year I made the decision to move out and rent a room privately for the remainder of my study for my second and third years.

My peers were all looking to live together but, I made the decision to live separately – based on numerous elements – most notably that I wanted more of my own space.

After a few viewings, I found a room for rent with a single mature woman, I little far out from university, but it was lovely and very fairly priced. I was delighted when Janice, (the owner) gladly accepted my offer.

She was a lovely woman but, after a rather messy divorce, she was living alone and wanted some business – hense renting the room.
Her family had all moved out and so I was renting her son’s old room.

At the time, I was 19, she was 58.

She was also on a work sabbatical so it was lovely having her around the house during the daytimes and we soon become very comfortable with one another. Our conversations were often very honest, sincere and loving but also rather flirtatious at times.
As she had a son older than me, when we used to flirt I could tell she did get a little hesitant but, she instigated it fairly regularly and clearly enjoyed the attention.

After a few weeks, one evening we were both in the kitchen – it had been a warm sunny day – and we were having a drink just relaxing together.

The conversation turned to her going back to work and we were just joking about potential new careers she could do… as quite common, our conversation turned quite flirtatious and with a sense of jest she said,

“Perhaps I could sell my body… how much do you think I’d get?”

Feeling quite aroused, I instinctively responded…

“How much do you want?”…

She just deflected my opinion saying no one my age would want an older woman like her, but I reassured her saying she was gorgeous. I genuinely wondered she was…

I had been masturbating about her even since I’d moved in!

She said I was just being kind but – feeling my arousel increasing – I asked her I wasn’t and I’d prove it.

I took her glass and put it on the kitchen counter… and gently lent forward to pressed my young soft lips onto hers…

She didn’t kiss me back but gently pulled away saying our age gap was grossly inappropriate and her son was older than me!

I took her by the hand and, without responding, lent forward again…

gently whispering, I told her I wanted her and that the fact she was older than mum was turning me on..

I gently pressed my lips on hers again and, this time she started to kiss me back… slowly sliding her tongue into my mouth. I held her body close and my muscles tensed holding her as our kissing got more passionate.

If you’d like to hear more, please DM.. I’ll happily expose all details to the right friends!

NSFW: yes

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