Old Ladies, Thongs, & Blizzards

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

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The mating habits of older women has become a topic of great discussion in modern life. As it seemed like scenes from hardcore porn were bleeding into real life, with older women poaching and stealing men from their younger female counterparts, this discussion became more and more prevalent in every day conversation.

How could this happen? What made them so much more attractive and sexy than their younger counterparts? Why were modern men seemingly flocking to older women, forsaking younger and prettier girls in the process? Was it their advanced levels of experience? Their confidence? Their dominance? Their incredible skills at sex? Their tight, experienced cunts? Their round asses? Their massive, juicy tits?

No one could say for sure.

It was certainly a distressing trend. Many top minds sought answers as to why this was happening, but no explanations came. Something didn't add up. No one could say why younger men were forsaking their younger, cuter paramours. Why younger men in the primes of their lives would choose to mate with women as old as their mothers, sometimes even older. It didn't seem to make sense. They were supposed to be pursuing their peers, women their own age. That's how it is, and that's how it always had been. But strangely, in modern day, this seemingly undisputed fact was beginning to change. Young men across the world were furiously mating with older women at an ever increasing rate, and no one could explain why.

For so long, the order of things had been well defined. Women would reach their prime and spend their allotted time on top of the proverbial food chain. At some point during this, they would acquire a mate, and for a time, they would reign supreme. And when the time comes, and a new generation rises, they would step back and cede their spot to these up and comers. The next women in line to rule the kingdom. That was just the way it was, and it had worked for thousands of years.

But this latest generation of older woman seemed to simultaneously arrive at the same conclusion. They all discovered a way to cheat the system at the exact same time. Instead of ceding their place to the next women in line, they just... didn't. They opted to stay in place. To break the rules of nature and stay on the throne, even when their time had seemingly long passed.

They were greedy.

That was really the truth of it all. They wanted to prolong their time at the top by stealing from the time of the next generation of women. They stole the throne and used every trick in the book to hold onto it. It was a gross abuse of their knowledge and experience, and it was doing untold damage. It didn't matter to them that their efforts were basically rendering a whole generation of women obsolete, holding them in subjugation, stealing from their time in the sun to prolong their own. They were in effect keeping these younger women in the shadows, and they just didn't care. They would happily keep these younger women under their heels as long as they got what they wanted.

These vultures... these cutthroat, evil older women... they were cold and ruthless in their actions. If it made them happy, it didn't matter how much damage was left in their wake. They wore the best clothes, dressing like women half their age, gathered all the money they could, and put themselves in front of the best men. Not just good men... the best of them. These men would try their best to look towards their younger peers and maintain the status quo, but these older women would stand in the way, blocking their vision, so all that could be seen was them. From there, poaching these young handsome men and using them for their own twisted desires was like clockwork. Using their lust-inducing bodies and years of experience made this process worryingly easy. These cunning older women were eating the next generation of men alive, almost like a scourge. They would happily let the world burn in their wake, just so they could be the ones having screaming orgasms on society's ashes.

Let's be clear... some people may glamorize these older women for their bold actions, but they were no heroes. Not even close. Years of experience in the real world had hardened them. Where they were once fresh-faced and sunny and friendly, over time these women had become jaded by the corruption of the world. After spending so much time fighting against it, they had chosen to embrace it. They shed any vestige of innocence and embraced this new found corruption. They only cared about themselves, and satisfying their own needs. They began adorning their mature, curvy forms in shockingly slutty clothing and incredibly skimpy underwear. In poaching these younger men from their prospective mates, they would take things to such a depth of pure filth that they could never escape, spreading their corruption to these younger men. And in the process of doing so, they would say and do things to the younger women they had wronged that were so messed up and so filthy that they could never be forgotten. Things that could destroy a once strong young woman and permanently damage her bright future.

These women were almost sin personified. They were not to be admired. They were to be stopped. They should have eventually been stopped by the righteousness and purity of the human spirit. But the fact that they kept coming up victorious, the fact that they kept winning, over and over again, was a troubling sign indeed. Not only were they not being penalized for the bad things they had done, they were being rewarded. Rewarded for their sins with indescribable, endless pleasure.

It was a true injustice.

The pretty young women who came up on the short end of these situations, who were subjected to both truly vile behavior from these old sluts and true betrayal from their male peers, were the real victims here. By the time the next generation of these women were legal and officially on the market, it was already too late. The older women had already struck and had skimmed the best of these younger men from the top, leaving them to pick from these older women's scraps. It just wasn't fair. The top shelf hunks of meat on the market... they wouldn't even give these young women a second glance anymore. These girls would almost be invisible in a crowd of mature bodies and aged skin. It was as if these young ladies had missed an opportunity they never even had.

These younger women, in the primes of their lives, with their cute little butts and their perky upturned breasts, were simply being left by the wayside, untouched. Instead, the men that were rightfully theirs were opting for something different. Instead of their young firm butts, these men were opting for full, round, mature, shapely asses. Instead of their perky boobs ending up in the furtive grasp of their young male paramours, these men were instead opting to place their eager hands on the big, fat fucking tits these older women were so aggressively offering to them. Instead of nervously kissing cute young women, these young men were using their mouths to ravenously worship on older women's throbbing nipples. Instead of sharing furtive, happy, healthy sexual encounters with girls their own age, they preferred the aggressive, brutal, unholy fucking that they could only be gained by mating with a woman who had decades of sexual experience.

To these young women, who were so pretty, and bright, who had done everything right and had done everything by the book... it just seemed unfair. Why would any man choose to mate with a woman so much older than himself? Why would they just ignore younger, cuter, friendlier women? Why were these mature sluts suddenly much more appealing to them? It didn't make sense. It was just wrong.

Many documents, including this one, have been written detailing this type of event. The only hope was that by understanding how such situations occur, they could be prevented in the future.

Only upon further examination of many such cases could conclusions be made, and plans to defend one's self against such temptations could be formed. Because defenses must be formed. Do not underestimate these old, scheming whores. The danger they pose is not to be taken lightly. They must be stopped, and hopefully, this document will help serve that purpose.

As stated before, various case studies have been performed to better understand what was going on, but the evidence could be hard to parse, and different experts came to different conclusions. Some speculated there were various sociological reasons for something like this to happen. Some had done research and claimed that spikes in this kind of activity had occurred before, but this could not be proven. And even these experts would admit that those events paled in comparison to what was happening now. And most distressingly, some of the smartest, most logical of experts, men who had examined all this data in excruciating detail, had fallen victim to the very thing they were fighting against. They had abandoned their posts and surrendered to the unyielding force of older women. It was just... unconscionable. It was as if they had examined all the evidence, run the numbers, and decided that the only possible outcome was for them to submit to evil MILF sex, despite knowing how dangerous it was.

It just... didn't make any sense.

These events did also bring out some crazier hypotheses as well. Some postulated this sudden spike in unusual behavior was a sign of the apocalypse. A sign of something bad on the horizon. Some stated this this was the natural order of things, that people were settling into their rightful roles. Some blamed it on the rise of pornography, specifically premium MILF pornography, where hyper-sexualized older women ruled the roost and partook in the nastiest, most intense fucking imaginable. Combining that with the rise of this type of relationship in television and film meant that these types of relationships were becoming normalized in a way that they never were before. This argument made sense, but that didn't put an end to the discussion.

Some were bold enough to say that the deck was stacked in favor of older women. That there was some force, a hand of destiny, conspiring to give these older women what they wanted. And this hypothesis would sound crazy, but... a lot of evidence supported it. If you listen to the young women who had lost their men to the seductive wiles of these older sluts, they would say that it seemed like fate had worked solely in the favor of older women. That all the bounces went these older women's way. And while at times, this did seem to be the case, where it seemed like the fates were conspiring to ensure older women's tight cunts were being constantly filled with beefy young cocks, and ensure that their huge, mature tits would be smothering handsome young faces, some experts would rightfully point out that there were signs that could have been noticed. Obvious clues that could have prevented the loss of one's mate to the twisted whiles of an older woman. Signs that, if only they'd been noticed, could have prevented such irreparable damage.

This is one such case.

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Blake and April ran as fast as they could through the snow, bundled as tight as they could, braving the white-out conditions.

"This is unbelievable!" April called out, carrying her bag, her words barely traveling through the dense snow-filled air and swirling wind.

"This is my fault..." Blake called out to his new wife, appreciating his wife's patience as they stomped through the deepening snow. She could easily be mad at him, but she bit her tongue, a fact Blake was grateful for.

That's how situations like this usually started. A small mistake by one member of the happy couple. Some easily avoidable twist of fate, and when you look back on it, you wonder how you could have been this misguided. One small thing, a preventable mistake that ends up reaping so much damage. Because that's all it normally took. A single, solitary mistake. A mistake like this meant it was too late to avoid their destiny.

A mistake like this by such a happy young couple all but ensured that a MILF was about to get fucked.

The couple moved towards the only lights they could see through the snow-filled evening air, finally able to make out a lone house along the snow-covered country road. Bounding up the front steps, too cold to be quiet, they knocked at the front door, seeking any warm refuge from the blizzard enveloping them. Hearing some movement from behind the door, the young couple perked up, sensing salvation. The door opened, and from inside peeked out an older, African-American woman.

"My goodness..." she said to the couple, concerned. "What are you two doing out in weather like this?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you..." Blake began, pulling down the part of his snow gear covering most of his face, letting his boyish features shine through. "We were driving down the road here and the... the snow just... overwhelmed us. We skidded off the road into a ditch. No one drove by, so we had to run through this. You were the first place we could find. Can we, maybe, uh, use your phone?" If there was any skepticism in the older woman as she appraised the young couple, she didn't let it stop her.

"Of course. C'mon in. Get out of this nastiness," the black woman said, stepping aside. The newlyweds stepped in, making sure to be courteous and not make a mess.

As they set down their bags and removed their hats and gloves, they got their first look at the woman who let them in. She was a mature woman, maybe around fifty or so, maybe a year or two younger than that. She was relatively tall, but not overly so, and she was a thick-bodied woman, not fat or anything like that, just curvy and voluptuous. She had a thick frame, and while it seemed like she probably had a few extra pounds that naturally came with age, she appeared relatively fit. She had a sort of natural prettiness, which, despite a few signs of aging, a few wrinkles here, some crow's feet there, still shined through. Her hair was black with a curl, falling down to between her shoulders. And her skin had a nice, smooth, even chocolate brown complexion. It was well into the evening, and it was cold out, so she had a thick pink robe pulled around her, looking to stay warm on this cold winter night.

This was shrewd, on her part, even if it was unplanned. If she had been some nasty old skank with her tits hanging out, and spoke only in lusty innuendos, maybe the happy couple would have sought shelter elsewhere, despite their desperation. Or, at the very least, they would have their guard raised. And most luckily for her, her robe was thick and fluffy, obscuring her mammoth GG-cup breasts. Cause you could be the nicest woman in the world, or in this case, a nice, friendly older woman, but if a wife sees her husband in the same room as a woman with soft, smooth, succulent breasts that are bigger than his wife's head, there's bound to be some distrust, no matter the age of the parties involved. This older woman presented a nice, friendly, warm image, letting the happy couple feel safe entering this stranger's house. Because of this instinctual choice to keep herself warm, it would start her on the path leading to her naked body getting covered with beads of hot, sexy sweat.

When some claimed that older women seemed to have all the luck, it was because of things like this.

Unfortunately for the happy couple, this was not some innocent, kind, friendly older woman. No. She was an experienced, seasoned seductress of the highest order. This young couple came seeking help, and in doing so, they'd walked into the predator's trap.

Blake didn't know it yet, but he was not safe. Well, at least, his fidelity wasn't safe. He hadn't yet realized that he had taken the first step on the path to slipping between the sheets with this much older woman. He hadn't yet realized that he and this seemingly kind and friendly old lady were about to have REALLY filthy sex.

He was the fly caught in the spider's web, and he didn't even know it yet.

"What the hell are you two even doing out there in all that mess?" the older woman asked with a concerned tone.

"Well..." April began, in response to the older woman, looking towards her husband to explain.

"We were supposed to make a flight out of St. Louis, but there was a blizzard coming, so they canceled flights. We thought... uh, I thought... that if we could get to Chicago, there was a flight we could catch back home. But, uh... clearly, the blizzard caught up to us." Blake explained. "We ended up having to get off the highway, and we ended up on a county road, then the weather got worse. We spun out into a ditch about a mile back."

"Well, I can give you a phone book, but I doubt anyone will be able to help till this blizzard passes through. And from what the weather man says, it's a big one. It could last days," the older black woman said, moving to the kitchen as she spoke, grabbing the phone book and her wireless phone. Blake and April were so out in the middle of nowhere neither of their cell phones had reception. Luckily, this woman had a landline.

"I really appreciate this," Blake said, taking off his snow-covered boots so he could move around a bit. "I'm Blake by the way, this is my wife April." April waved hello at the older woman.

"I'm Greta," she replied, as she shook their hands. She looked at Blake and took his hand in hers, she looked right at him, her warm palm feeling nice in his.

This was the first sign of a sexual connection between the two. He didn't realize that attraction just yet, but she had. Greta had been attracted to the boyish young white man since she first saw his handsome face at the door. Young, strapping men like looking like him didn't come around her parts that often. Any self-respecting woman in her place would do everything to lock that shit down, and she planned to. She had invited him into her home, so the first threshold had been crossed. And now that he was in her clutches, she wanted to make it count.

Greta wanted to fuck Blake.

What else should a seasoned huntress do when primed, juicy prey is literally at her doorstep? These inexperienced lambs had marched right up under the lioness's nose. What else could they really expect to happen but be devoured?

These were the types of bounces that always seem to bounce in the favor of these scheming older women. A perfect, studly, big-dicked married white boy ends up in her clutches without her having to lift a finger. Fate seemed to be on her side. She could practically feel his mouth attached to her nipples already.

Blake's handsome features had unknowingly led him into a trap. If he had been more shady, or if his wife seemed more confident, Greta simply wouldn't have answered the door, but she had, and now she had to figure out what to do next. Her cunning mind was working fast, figuring out how to get this young man into her bed, his big cock buried in her tight cunt, and get that wife of his out of the way. How to strip this white boy out of all his clothes so they could go into the bedroom and get all hot and sweaty together, leaving his plain wife sobbing, cold and alone. But she didn't let these thoughts shine through. She kept up appearances as the nice older black lady.

She was the predator. This young married couple her prey.