a mother complex for life. Jason’s mother died early, but she was always the only woman in his life who understood him, took care of his problems and howled. After her death there was a huge gap in his life and all the women of his age he wanted to confide in disappointed him. Most of the time they were neurotic and totally stressed women who sucked him up with their problems all day long. This soon led to his sexdrive slowing down and he jumped from one partner to the other, annoyed. But then by chance he got to know the 65 year old mother of his last girlfriend better. She always had an open ear for him and invited him regularly to her home to eat cake. Between these two lost creatures a chemistry quickly unleashed itself, which at some point could be equated with sexual attraction. One evening, after he had cried himself out to the old lady, she shoved his head onto her lap and pursed his head. He was so aroused that even this grandmother noticed that something was different. He had totally wet pants and Grandma saw the erection through his jeans. As an old lady, she enjoys every rare opportunity for sex and pushed her skirt up and before he knew it, he felt her wet thighs and her panties on his tongue. Now it really got down to business. Grandma was quite decided, if ever so wet and excited, she didn’t care that she just started his sex affair with her daughter’s boyfriend. Now all the fuses on both of them blew and before they knew it, they lay panting and sweating on top of each other and Grandma couldn’t get it hard enough in her wide thick hairy gap. She screamed and came several times in a row. It had been so long since she had good sex with such a nice attentive boy.
