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How I Seduced And Fucked Mrs Welder, An Old Retire free porn video
Mrs Welders was a petite lady with grey hair and glasses. We used to be teacher colleagues, before her retirement a couple of years ago, We kept in touch because Mrs Welder continued working as a substitute every now and then even after retirement. Her husband had passed away about a year prior to her retirement and I supposed she needed the extra money. We always came a long fine and I always liked her for her gentle personality. She was quite strict and even if she had a sense of humor, she was someone you treated with respect and a high level of seriousness.
Once during a gym class in the Swimming center I had seen Mrs Welders wearing a swimsuit. I remember clearly noticing that she wasn't shaving her bikini-line and even if she was then well over 60, she was still an attractive lady. I don't wanna describe her as a beauty, but there was something very appealing in her appearance. I have always been secretly attracted to far older and natural ladies. Mrs Welders certainly fitted that description perfectly and even if our relationship was strictly professional, I had fantasized about having sex with her while masturbating on more than one occasion.
Anyway, besides from work we where also friends on Facebook and I had always been active in liking and commenting most of Mrs Welders Facebook postings. One day on Facebook, I happened to do a funny test that said – Who is your soulmate? The result ended up being Mrs Welders and when we met at work I told Mrs Welders about the result. She laughed and we kept joking about it for the rest of the day. It was an icebreaker. When I came home I found the test again and made a screenshot of the result and sent it to Mrs Welders on messenger. Later that night she replied. -sleep tight soulmate, see you tomorrow and ended with a smiley. I remember I used Mrs Welders profile picture as my inspiration for my bedtime wank that night.
After this my sexual fantasies about Mrs Welder intensified. I didn't really know how I should approach Mrs Welders with my sexual intentions, but I certainly wanted to do it without risking social stigmatization at work. I also didn't want to risk a humiliating rejection if possible. I understood it would take a fair amount of time and energy to get there, but I didn't consider this to be the biggest problem. The biggest problem was how I could approach her.
I started with sending Mrs Welders a thank you message every time she'd been substituting. I also kept doing similar tests on Facebook and kept the screenshots of those results with Mrs Welders as the lucky winner. It was tests like, Who matches your personality? Who secretly dreams about you at night? Who do you subconsciously desire? ..and so on.
I realized I could Photoshop the result of these test so they where containing whatever I wanted. This way I wouldn't be held fully responsible for the content. I was only delivering the results of silly Facebook-tests. This turned out to be somewhat of a master-plan because soon our correspondence changed from being rather shallow and cold to become much more personal, but it still wasn't getting intimate which was the goal.
After a silly Facebook-post about suggestions what to do for the weekend with only 10 dollar in the pocket, I finally unexpectedly got result. Mrs Welders had sent me a private message suggesting I could save my money by joining a soulmate for dinner at her place. A proposal impossible for me to refuse.
I prepared myself as for an important date. I showered, shaved and assured I smelled nice. I planned to bring an almost full but already open box of whine. I thought if already open it could seem like I' just took something laying around as a small act of politeness. I figured there would be less of a chance that Mrs Welders decided to save it for another occasion if it was already open. Since Mrs Welders lived in an old house on the countryside I would have to drive there. If she wanted for me to have a taste I would be having trouble getting home. I decided to go wearing a casual outfit with just jeans and a t-shirt.
When I arrived to Mrs Welders house I could smell her cooking as soon as I left the car. It smelled really good. I knocked on her door and immediately heard Mrs Welders voice shouting - The door is open! -You can just come in and I'll come down in a sec.
I could hear Mrs Welders steps walking from upstairs. Soon I heard her steps coming down the stairs. Mrs Welders was wearing a long dress and what looked like pantyhose. Her hair was still wet and she was drying it with a towel as she came down.
Mrs Welders was without a doubt an elderly woman. Her hair was grey and her face had it's wrinkles. Her hairstyle was cut in a short page and she hardly wore any makeup. There still was and had always been something very classy about her appearance.
-Welcome! Make yourself comfortable, she said.
I handed over the box of whine. -I figured it would be appropriate to bring a small gift , so I just took something that was available from home I explained.
- Are you planning to get me drunk so I'd be a lightskirt, said Mrs Welders.
I couldn't help blushing and to feel a little ashamed that my intentions had been so obvious. When Mrs Welders started to laugh about it I felt at least somewhat relieved.
- Well since we seem to be emptying our stock of alcohol I have a cabinet full of different varieties, she said. - My late husband loved mixing drinks and it's just been collecting dust since. If you want you can go and see if there's anything you'd like.
Mrs Welders then went to the kitchen and prepared for dinner while leaving me behind in the living room. I had a small glass of whiskey before Mrs Welders announced dinners ready,
While eating our conversations floated along fine. I knew Mrs Welders to be an quite introvert and shy lady, but she was being an excellent host and I felt really comfortable being there. When finished eating Mrs Welders asked if I could mix us a drink while she did the dishes, but I said the other way around would probably work better because mixing drinks was certainly no specialty of mine. While I stood by the sink dishing Mrs Welders stood next to me mixing drinks. Her kitchen was quite small and a couple of times when she needed something across from where I was standing, our bodies came in contact. Either one of us pulled away and I liked the fact Mrs Welders seemed to seek or at least didn't avoid body contact.
Before joining Mrs Welders in the living room for a drink, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I saw there was a laundry basket standing in the corner and I couldn't stop myself from having closer look at the content. I quickly found a pair of black underwear. I pressed them against my nose and smelled a strong scent of pussy. They didn't smell bad, but they sure smelled a lot. I wondered if the strong smell was a result of Mrs Welders old age or if she was just of having a lot of vaginal discharge. As I left the bathroom I was feeling really horny.
Mrs Welders was waiting in the living room. I sat down next to her and sipped on my drink.
- I have to ask you this, said Mrs Welder. - Do you find me attractive?
- Attractive? I think you're sexy, I answered boldly.
Really? She said with a surprised tone in her voice. - What in earths name do you find sexy about me? And please give me the honest version, because I actually really would like to know, said Mrs Welder.
I devoured my drink before I tried to answer. I could feel my heart pound inside my chest. If it was because being nervous or excited I don't know. Probably both.
- I don't know exactly what it is I find to be so intriguing. The age difference between us is certainly part of the explanation, You are like a forbidden fruit. Someone who is supposed to be both unattainable and considered inappropriate. But instead of distancing I feel attraction, I said.
- Really? I must say that when I became a widow, my expectations of any sort of involvement with men was over. The correspondence between us have been somewhat of an overwhelming experience for me and I must admit I' was very flattered when being the centre of your attention. May I ask how long you've been attracted to me?, asked Mrs Welder.
- I have always thought you where a classy looking lady, I said.
- Come on, that's not answering my question, Mrs Welder persisted.
- Probably since I saw you wearing a swimsuit, I was quite charmed by you after that, I admitted.
- What? I had absolutely no idea I possibly still could have that effect on a man. So did your attraction get any sort of actual affect on your daily life?, she said with a naughty grin.
When Mrs Welder leaned back the contours of her nipples became visible. Her breasts was very small, but her nipples was obviously stiff.
- What do yo mean, I wondered.
.- I mean have you fantasized about me? said Mrs Welder.
My cock was pounding in my pants.
- I can't answer that without the risk of sounding like a pervert, I said.
-It actually sounds like you've been jerking off while thinking of me. Am I right, asked Mrs Welder.
I didn't know what I was supposed to say so I just smiled.
Come on, tell me about it. Please, she said. It was obvious Mrs Welder found this subject very exciting. We where sitting very closely together in her couch in the living room.
- If you won't tell, can you instead please just show me, she said?
She leaned herself towards me and gave me a soft kiss. I could feel her hand rubbing my crotch. She started to unbuckle my jeans.
- Take your clothes off. I want you to masturbate in front of me, she said.
- I want you to jerk off while watching the real thing.
Mrs Welders also started undressing. She was now only wearing pantyhose and a bra. Even though her body was slim, Mrs Welders stomach wore clear signs of stretchmarks since previous pregnancies. It was kind of baggy looking due to having a little to much skin. Her breast was tiny and her nipples was really stiff and big..
I was holding my cock in my hand while watching Mrs Welders carefully.
- Don't just hold it,.Play with it. It's you making a show for me. Not the other way around silly, said Mrs Welders.
I spitted on my finger to get some natural lubrication. My erection was really nice. I grabbed my cock in a firm grip and started to pull my hand slowly back and forth. Mrs Welders was watching carefully, while taking her pantyhose off. I could see that her pubic hair was really long and hadn't been trimmed for ages. If ever. As she crouched on the other end of the sofa, I got a perfect view straight up Mrs Welders lovely pussy. Her clitoris and labia was gigantic. The largest I.d ever seen. Mrs Welders positioned herself in front of me spreading her legs. She was rubbing her pussy. It looked really glossy and wet. It was a truly arousing sight. I wanted to smell her pussy. I wanted to taste her juices and fuck her like a maniac.
- Oh god, I really want to fill your gorgeous pussy with cum, I whispered.
Mrs Welders persisted for me to continue jerking off.
She started licking the juices from her fingers. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved myself quickly towards Mrs Welders. I pushed my face between her legs and started sucking her giant clit. She moaned loudly of pleasure. Mrs Welders asked for me to fuck her from behind. Her favorite. I pressed myself into her hairy wet cunt. I fucked her with a hard and steady pace. I saw straight up her anus. It was hairy as well. I gently put my thumb at the entrance. There was no objection. I pushed it in a bit more. I felt I was about to cum.
- I'm cumming I said.
Not inside me, said Mrs Welders. I want to see it. I want you to cum over me.
I pulled out before I came. Mrs Welders was lying in front of me spreading as I shot a massive load over her pussy and stomach. She used my cum and rubbed it all over her body She said cum is like an expensive cream and it's foolish to let valuable drops from the fountain of youth go to waste.
Me and Mrs Welders spent the rest of the weekend together., naked in her room.
Once during a gym class in the Swimming center I had seen Mrs Welders wearing a swimsuit. I remember clearly noticing that she wasn't shaving her bikini-line and even if she was then well over 60, she was still an attractive lady. I don't wanna describe her as a beauty, but there was something very appealing in her appearance. I have always been secretly attracted to far older and natural ladies. Mrs Welders certainly fitted that description perfectly and even if our relationship was strictly professional, I had fantasized about having sex with her while masturbating on more than one occasion.
Anyway, besides from work we where also friends on Facebook and I had always been active in liking and commenting most of Mrs Welders Facebook postings. One day on Facebook, I happened to do a funny test that said – Who is your soulmate? The result ended up being Mrs Welders and when we met at work I told Mrs Welders about the result. She laughed and we kept joking about it for the rest of the day. It was an icebreaker. When I came home I found the test again and made a screenshot of the result and sent it to Mrs Welders on messenger. Later that night she replied. -sleep tight soulmate, see you tomorrow and ended with a smiley. I remember I used Mrs Welders profile picture as my inspiration for my bedtime wank that night.
After this my sexual fantasies about Mrs Welder intensified. I didn't really know how I should approach Mrs Welders with my sexual intentions, but I certainly wanted to do it without risking social stigmatization at work. I also didn't want to risk a humiliating rejection if possible. I understood it would take a fair amount of time and energy to get there, but I didn't consider this to be the biggest problem. The biggest problem was how I could approach her.
I started with sending Mrs Welders a thank you message every time she'd been substituting. I also kept doing similar tests on Facebook and kept the screenshots of those results with Mrs Welders as the lucky winner. It was tests like, Who matches your personality? Who secretly dreams about you at night? Who do you subconsciously desire? ..and so on.
I realized I could Photoshop the result of these test so they where containing whatever I wanted. This way I wouldn't be held fully responsible for the content. I was only delivering the results of silly Facebook-tests. This turned out to be somewhat of a master-plan because soon our correspondence changed from being rather shallow and cold to become much more personal, but it still wasn't getting intimate which was the goal.
After a silly Facebook-post about suggestions what to do for the weekend with only 10 dollar in the pocket, I finally unexpectedly got result. Mrs Welders had sent me a private message suggesting I could save my money by joining a soulmate for dinner at her place. A proposal impossible for me to refuse.
I prepared myself as for an important date. I showered, shaved and assured I smelled nice. I planned to bring an almost full but already open box of whine. I thought if already open it could seem like I' just took something laying around as a small act of politeness. I figured there would be less of a chance that Mrs Welders decided to save it for another occasion if it was already open. Since Mrs Welders lived in an old house on the countryside I would have to drive there. If she wanted for me to have a taste I would be having trouble getting home. I decided to go wearing a casual outfit with just jeans and a t-shirt.
When I arrived to Mrs Welders house I could smell her cooking as soon as I left the car. It smelled really good. I knocked on her door and immediately heard Mrs Welders voice shouting - The door is open! -You can just come in and I'll come down in a sec.
I could hear Mrs Welders steps walking from upstairs. Soon I heard her steps coming down the stairs. Mrs Welders was wearing a long dress and what looked like pantyhose. Her hair was still wet and she was drying it with a towel as she came down.
Mrs Welders was without a doubt an elderly woman. Her hair was grey and her face had it's wrinkles. Her hairstyle was cut in a short page and she hardly wore any makeup. There still was and had always been something very classy about her appearance.
-Welcome! Make yourself comfortable, she said.
I handed over the box of whine. -I figured it would be appropriate to bring a small gift , so I just took something that was available from home I explained.
- Are you planning to get me drunk so I'd be a lightskirt, said Mrs Welders.
I couldn't help blushing and to feel a little ashamed that my intentions had been so obvious. When Mrs Welders started to laugh about it I felt at least somewhat relieved.
- Well since we seem to be emptying our stock of alcohol I have a cabinet full of different varieties, she said. - My late husband loved mixing drinks and it's just been collecting dust since. If you want you can go and see if there's anything you'd like.
Mrs Welders then went to the kitchen and prepared for dinner while leaving me behind in the living room. I had a small glass of whiskey before Mrs Welders announced dinners ready,
While eating our conversations floated along fine. I knew Mrs Welders to be an quite introvert and shy lady, but she was being an excellent host and I felt really comfortable being there. When finished eating Mrs Welders asked if I could mix us a drink while she did the dishes, but I said the other way around would probably work better because mixing drinks was certainly no specialty of mine. While I stood by the sink dishing Mrs Welders stood next to me mixing drinks. Her kitchen was quite small and a couple of times when she needed something across from where I was standing, our bodies came in contact. Either one of us pulled away and I liked the fact Mrs Welders seemed to seek or at least didn't avoid body contact.
Before joining Mrs Welders in the living room for a drink, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I saw there was a laundry basket standing in the corner and I couldn't stop myself from having closer look at the content. I quickly found a pair of black underwear. I pressed them against my nose and smelled a strong scent of pussy. They didn't smell bad, but they sure smelled a lot. I wondered if the strong smell was a result of Mrs Welders old age or if she was just of having a lot of vaginal discharge. As I left the bathroom I was feeling really horny.
Mrs Welders was waiting in the living room. I sat down next to her and sipped on my drink.
- I have to ask you this, said Mrs Welder. - Do you find me attractive?
- Attractive? I think you're sexy, I answered boldly.
Really? She said with a surprised tone in her voice. - What in earths name do you find sexy about me? And please give me the honest version, because I actually really would like to know, said Mrs Welder.
I devoured my drink before I tried to answer. I could feel my heart pound inside my chest. If it was because being nervous or excited I don't know. Probably both.
- I don't know exactly what it is I find to be so intriguing. The age difference between us is certainly part of the explanation, You are like a forbidden fruit. Someone who is supposed to be both unattainable and considered inappropriate. But instead of distancing I feel attraction, I said.
- Really? I must say that when I became a widow, my expectations of any sort of involvement with men was over. The correspondence between us have been somewhat of an overwhelming experience for me and I must admit I' was very flattered when being the centre of your attention. May I ask how long you've been attracted to me?, asked Mrs Welder.
- I have always thought you where a classy looking lady, I said.
- Come on, that's not answering my question, Mrs Welder persisted.
- Probably since I saw you wearing a swimsuit, I was quite charmed by you after that, I admitted.
- What? I had absolutely no idea I possibly still could have that effect on a man. So did your attraction get any sort of actual affect on your daily life?, she said with a naughty grin.
When Mrs Welder leaned back the contours of her nipples became visible. Her breasts was very small, but her nipples was obviously stiff.
- What do yo mean, I wondered.
.- I mean have you fantasized about me? said Mrs Welder.
My cock was pounding in my pants.
- I can't answer that without the risk of sounding like a pervert, I said.
-It actually sounds like you've been jerking off while thinking of me. Am I right, asked Mrs Welder.
I didn't know what I was supposed to say so I just smiled.
Come on, tell me about it. Please, she said. It was obvious Mrs Welder found this subject very exciting. We where sitting very closely together in her couch in the living room.
- If you won't tell, can you instead please just show me, she said?
She leaned herself towards me and gave me a soft kiss. I could feel her hand rubbing my crotch. She started to unbuckle my jeans.
- Take your clothes off. I want you to masturbate in front of me, she said.
- I want you to jerk off while watching the real thing.
Mrs Welders also started undressing. She was now only wearing pantyhose and a bra. Even though her body was slim, Mrs Welders stomach wore clear signs of stretchmarks since previous pregnancies. It was kind of baggy looking due to having a little to much skin. Her breast was tiny and her nipples was really stiff and big..
I was holding my cock in my hand while watching Mrs Welders carefully.
- Don't just hold it,.Play with it. It's you making a show for me. Not the other way around silly, said Mrs Welders.
I spitted on my finger to get some natural lubrication. My erection was really nice. I grabbed my cock in a firm grip and started to pull my hand slowly back and forth. Mrs Welders was watching carefully, while taking her pantyhose off. I could see that her pubic hair was really long and hadn't been trimmed for ages. If ever. As she crouched on the other end of the sofa, I got a perfect view straight up Mrs Welders lovely pussy. Her clitoris and labia was gigantic. The largest I.d ever seen. Mrs Welders positioned herself in front of me spreading her legs. She was rubbing her pussy. It looked really glossy and wet. It was a truly arousing sight. I wanted to smell her pussy. I wanted to taste her juices and fuck her like a maniac.
- Oh god, I really want to fill your gorgeous pussy with cum, I whispered.
Mrs Welders persisted for me to continue jerking off.
She started licking the juices from her fingers. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved myself quickly towards Mrs Welders. I pushed my face between her legs and started sucking her giant clit. She moaned loudly of pleasure. Mrs Welders asked for me to fuck her from behind. Her favorite. I pressed myself into her hairy wet cunt. I fucked her with a hard and steady pace. I saw straight up her anus. It was hairy as well. I gently put my thumb at the entrance. There was no objection. I pushed it in a bit more. I felt I was about to cum.
- I'm cumming I said.
Not inside me, said Mrs Welders. I want to see it. I want you to cum over me.
I pulled out before I came. Mrs Welders was lying in front of me spreading as I shot a massive load over her pussy and stomach. She used my cum and rubbed it all over her body She said cum is like an expensive cream and it's foolish to let valuable drops from the fountain of youth go to waste.
Me and Mrs Welders spent the rest of the weekend together., naked in her room.
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