One quiet morning, in a small beach town, a sobbing redhead enters an antique shop with bloodshot eyes and a sniffling button nose.
With salty tears dripping down her freckled cheeks, her plump lips quiver as a musk of weed invades her senses.
"Welcome to Beach Junk!" A Portly, Middle Aged Englishman, with a shaggy, graying beard, bald and shiny as a boiled egg, dressed in an Unbuttoned, Red Hawaiian Shirt and blue gym shorts, coughs loudly as he sits in the center of the room, on a lime green couch, watching an '80s recording of The Mr. Men Show on a forty year old television atop a stack of fifty year old National Geographics.
"Oh, it's you." He coughs louder. "How's it goin, Jenny?"
"Seriously? When are you not high?!" Jenny, dressed in a green halter top, white cargo pants, and a pair of tan woven sandals, chastises as she plops down left of her Pothead Uncle.
"Don't rightly know, love." Her uncle shrugs his wide shoulders. "Don't rightly know."
She sighs, her piercing green eyes locked on the screen, looking at Mr Messy make yet another a mess in his quaint, little cottage.
"You're 52 and you still watch cartoons?! Grow up, Reggie!"
"Oi, what should I watch on the telly then? The News? Bollocks! I ain't gonna watch some bugger spend ten minutes talkin bout avocado toast. I'm too old for that nonsense!"
"And not this nonsense?!" Jenny raises a brow as Mr Fussy freaks out at Mr Messy ruining all the hard work he spent a morning on! How did that posh moron not realize that would happen?!
Uncle Reggie chuckles like a squealing pig.
"Oi, this is brilliant, love! Brilliant!" He insists with a tone like Manchester and a smell like tobacco, marijuana, and booze.
"Whatever." Jenny rolls her eyes.
"What's got your knickers in a twist this time, eh? Some bloke tried to snog with ya?"
"Some bird tried to snog with ya?" Reggie wiggles his brows.
Reggie nods, pausing his vhs tape with a devilish grin. One thing he loves, its drama!
"...Peter dumped me."
"Whatta Twat." Reggie comforts, patting Jenny on her slender shoulder.
"He said I wasn't mature enough for him."
"Whatta Stupid Twat." Reggie adds to his previous statement.
"And worse? He's dating Ms Grace from that coffee shop two blocks away!"
"Whatta Stupid Fuckin Twa..." Reggies pauses, his eye's lit up like Guy Fawkes Day. "Wait, Kelsi?!"
Jenny sniffs and nods as a response.
"Peter's dating that Mum?!" Reggie looks puzzled, thinking about that 53 year old with saggy, massive melons and hips as wide as a horse!
His heart pounding in his chest, his smile simply pissed off his Niece!
"Eh, maybe he's all right then, yeah?" Reggie shrugs.
Almost immediately, Jenny slaps her uncle's left shoulder like a pimp slapping a bitch!
"Wut? Ms Grace stands up to her name and then some!"
"She's old enough to be his mother!"
"So?! How... how the fuck do I lose to a woman with a muffin top, four teenage kids, and a white streak of hair?!"
"Um... honestly? I really can't help but side with Petey Boy on this." Reggie grins.
Jenny once again slaps her uncle. Harder this time!
"Oi! Sorry I like my wine aged! Only ways it's fine, yeah?!"
"Bastard." Jenny huffs.
"Ya talkin bout me or Pete?"
"Both of you! I work so hard on this bod and you're telling me you'd prefer some Plump Cougar?!"
"I feel like you're taking this too far, love." Uncle Reggie points out. "Relationships don't always work out. Heck, your Grandad dated twelve birds before he tide the knot with your Gran!"
"Yep... and it's a good thing too that she died ignorant of that very true fact, that lucky bastard my dad was!"
"I just... I'm pissed. You know? I really want Pete to look at me the way he looks at Ms Grace. I need him to see tat he fucked up! You know? Is there... is there anything you could do?"
Uncle Reggie starts to laugh again. Of course she comes to him for magical help!
"Poppet, I'm not goin to help ya be mental."
"I'm not being mental!" Jenny crosses her arms. "Peter is."
"Your mum use to be like that too. Miss that Nutter." Reggie smiles. "Okay! Not like I can convince you other wise!"
He hoists his pudgy frame upwards, grunting loudly, his knees lightly popping, and walks towards a statue of Buddha with a clay, red bracelet wrapped around its arm.
The bracelet had a carving of a Sheep with sharp teeth chasing a frightened Fox.
Snapping it off, he tosses the jewelry at Jen.
"Thats been in our family since Ancient Sumer."
"Wait, We're Sumerians?" Jenny raises a brow.
"Our ancestors were, yeah." Reggie chuckles. "But that's besides the point, love. The grand scheme here is that's a very old heirloom. Very old."
"What's it um... what's it do?"
"Well, they say Cleopatra used it to become Anthony's type. And Josephine for Napoleon." Reggie explains. "The Women in our family have used that for centuries to get any man they choose... of course, it comes with a price. Ya really wanna risk it over some wanker?"
Jenny sighs, clicking the bracelet onto her left wrist, a smile on her face, a look of determination Reggie saw as idiotic, yet, endearing.
He sits down onto an ottoman as a glow engulfs Jenny's body.
He watches with little surprise as she falls onto her knees, gashing in pain as her height shrinks a whole foot, her hips expand wide, and her tits begin to sag like sand bags drooping to the floor over a muffin top that out plumps Ms Grace's by good six inches!
A house dress, blue and white striped, nearly six sizes more than she's use to covers her frame as a weight adds and her body literally bounces like jello.
A heat engulfs her body, an intense burn like being trapped in an oven at 450 degrees! Sweat formed, her breathe heavy, it was intense sensation she'd never experienced before.
"Ughh!" She grunts as her skin begins to thin, age spots taking notice on her jiggling, bingo arms. Her neck was turkeyed, her eyes had bags, and her hair grew two distinct strands of white.
"It's so hot!" She moans in a haggard voice.
"Give it a minute." Reggie frowns.
Her back onto couch, her body a sticky mess, she takes a deep breath, heavily fanning her face, now with a distinctive set of crow's feet and laugh lines, her eyes on a bracelet loudly clicking off her wrist, her focus taking note how old and wrinkled her hands hand become.
In the back of his head, he gives that relationship a month at most! Such a shame, the women in his family always go to great lengths for the wrong guy.
"Congratulations, You're now a Tosser's Ideal Girl." Reggie yawns.
His nerve dumbfounded towards her transformation, Reggie thinks about his friend, a janitor at the local high school. When Peter ultimately fails, he'd be the perfect rebound for the recently created Cougar! That bloke adores plump redheads!
It was an unusually warm winter morning and 35 year old, Esther Rosemary "Rose" Rochester had just finished her morning routine when she received several text messages from her ex-boyfriend, Jack Simmons. After breaking up during the summer, in which the brown-haired, first grade teacher, had caught him cheating with a red-haired gymnast, because she was "more flexible", Jack had decided that he was "wrong for cheating on her" and wanted to get back together. However, Rose was smart enough not to fall for it again, as she had already done so three times before. This time, she was going to be single, at least for a while. The best thing for her to do was to get away for a while, and by get away, she meant by becoming somebody else. Luckily for her, it was holiday break, and she wouldn't have to return to the classroom until the new year.
Going over to her jewelry armoire, Rose opened up a drawer, reached over and picked up a small box, before setting it on the top. Opening up the small box, she admired what was in it for a moment, pearl earrings. The earrings were a family heirloom, that once belonged to her great-great-grandmother, also named Esther. For those that asked Rose about it, she would say that the earrings were cursed, and would age the women of the Rochester family, if they ever wore them. She would say it jokingly to people, but the truth was, it did age them, make them old, and Rose had worn them before, becoming old each time.
Why didn't she stop after the first time she wore them? Truth was, she enjoyed being old. Every since she was a little girl, after visiting her grandmother in the nursing home, Rose would always dress up and act like an old woman. This started out with her pretending to be old when she was alone in her room, and she would always dress up as an old woman for Halloween. Her parents and friends noticed this, and when she was a kid, thought that it was a phase that she would eventually grow out of. When she got older though, she learned to hide her "fetish", and acted normal when she was with people. It was only after she had graduated college and got her own apartment in which she acted like an old woman all the time that she was home alone.
Taking out the earrings, Rose looked into the small mirror that was on top of the armoire, and put them on. Of course, she knew that the effects wouldn't be immediate, but would be complete in a couple of hours. Exiting her bedroom in her red nightgown, which showed off her firm breasts, Rose went down the hall and into one of the bedrooms that she had converted into an office in which she could grade papers, set up her lessons, etc. Rose rarely had visitors, as she preferred to meet somebody at their place, or out in public. Either way, the office wasn't used too much by anybody else. Going over to the desk, she opened up a drawer, and took out a key.
Walking over to the closet, Rose put the key in the slot, turned it, and unlocked the closet. Opening it up, the brunette looked over the contents inside. Inside the closet was an electric wheelchair, also known as a scooter, a metal framed walker, a three and a four wheeled walker, also known as a rollator, two quad canes, two metal canes, and two wooden canes. Since she didn't know what kind of health problems she would develop, as they changed every time she became old, Rose decided to take out all of those things. In addition to her earrings, she also inherited a small fortune, which allowed her to purchase all the mobility aids that she needed when she turned old. Along with the mobility aids, there were oxygen tanks of various sizes, as she sometimes had breathing issues when she became old.
Ignoring the oxygen, Rose took the canes in her hands and headed out to the living room. As she walked, age lines began to appear on her face, around her lips, eyes, and forehead. In addition to the lines, her breasts began to sag slightly, and she started to gain some weight, as she neared 50. Setting the canes down in the living room, the brunette, who's colored hair began to fade, had gained some more weight, as she went back into the room, grabbed the walker, and the three-wheeled rollator, and took them out into the living room. Stopping, Rose took a small break, and sat down on the couch, as she had become out of breath. Her knees also began to bother her, and she needed to sit down for a few minutes. Reaching over, she grabbed the remote, turned on the television and began to watch the news. Once a commercial came on, Rose stood up after a bit of a struggle. Feeling her age of 65, she decided to get dressed. With her knees screaming in pain, the now retiree, reached over and took a hold of one of the quad canes, and began towards her bedroom.
As she walked, Rose continued to feel the years creep up on her, as she could feel the weight that she had gained disappear, but she didn't know the extent. Upon reaching her bedroom, she had aged ten years, and her brown hair had turned silver. She also began to squint, as her vision had become blurry with cataracts. Her stride also slowed down considerably, almost coming to a crawl. Before going over to her closet, Rose stopped at her dresser. On the dresser were some glasses, which were on a beaded chain. Her body reaching 80 years, it began to shake due to palsy. Putting the beaded necklace on, she placed the glasses on her nose and looked through them. Now being able to see, she reached over, grabbed some hearing aids, put them into her ears and turned them on. After adjusting the volume on the hearing aids to where she could hear the television, she opened up the dresser and pulled out a bra, a pair of socks, and some disposable underwear. Taking off her nightgown and putting it in another drawer, she slowly put on her underwear and bra, before she turned and shuffled over to the closet.
Opening it up, she looked around for a few moments before pulling out the perfect outfit, a white blouse, and a red pants. She also pulled out some red slip on shoes, but set them to the side, as she wasn't planning on going out at the moment. Shuffling over to the bed, her knees screaming, she placed the clothes on the bed before taking a seat to rest. Knowing that she had pretty bad arthritis in her knees, Rose knew that the quad cane wouldn't work, and would most likely need the wheelchair, as she knew that she couldn't stand for very long on her own without falling down. Rubbing her knees with her hands, which had become arthritic, she attempted to ease her pain. Feeling her feet getting cold, the 85 year old reached over, took the socks and bent over to put them on. After a bit of a struggle, she had finally put them on, her breasts, which had sagged, didn't help much.
Sitting back up, Rose decided to get dressed. Taking the pants, she put them on, having a bit of difficulty lifting up her legs, then attempting to stand unaided for a few moments, to pull them up. Once that was done, she put on her blouse, and with some difficulty, was finally able to button it up. Grasping her quad cane, Rose stood up after a bit of a struggle. Shuffling over to the body length mirror, she looked at it, examining herself after the transformation in the mirror. White, shoulder-length hair, a heavily wrinkled face, with a noticeable jowl, along with wrinkled skin that had age spots on them. She also noticed that she had become hunched over, and when she attempted to straighten up, her back screamed in pain. She noticed that all of her joints were screaming in pain, and her knees had become swollen from moving around so much. She also saw that she was shaking with palsy. "It's not the worst that I've turned into," she said with a frail voice. One thing that she did realize was, she was still quite attractive for someone at the age of 95.
Turning and exiting the bedroom, Rose made her way towards the office, holding onto the wall with her free hand for support. Once inside the office, she went over to the closet, which was still open, and sat down in the electric wheelchair. Immediately feeling relief from her pain, the white haired woman knew that she was going to be using this during her transformation. Placing the quad cane on her footrest, and turned on the electric wheelchair. Luckily, it was fully charged, and she moved out of the closet and out of the office with ease, having practiced and used the device several times. After putting the quad cane by her bed, along with the other one from the living room, and putting the rest of the mobility aids away, Rose, who would now go by her first name, Esther, would now begin to enjoy her vacation.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2019 13:23:53 GMT -6 by rayc5678
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 2, 2019 18:42:20 GMT -6
Just in case anyone missed it in the planning thread for this contest: The submission deadline has been extended through Monday December 16th. So if you were worried that you weren't going to have enough time to finish and submit - now you have an extra 10 days to pull it all together! Good writing everyone!
Just in case anyone missed it in the planning thread for this contest: The submission deadline has been extended through Monday December 16th. So if you were worried that you weren't going to have enough time to finish and submit - now you have an extra 10 days to pull it all together! Good writing everyone!
Apologies in advance. Ran out of time in the holiday rush so this thing came together a little quicker and with much less proofing that i normally like, but hopefully some of you have fun with it!
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Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!
Heels echo up the apartment building stairwell as the young red haired woman hefts the cardboard box on her hip. She quickly makes it up the last couple of steps and lightly hip checks the door, stepping into her floor’s hallway.
She blows fiery bangs out of her hazel eyes and pulls at her snug, high waisted skirt which is covered in zigzag zebra patterns. When she dressed for work this morning she thought maybe she’d be going out for drinks with that cute delivery girl after, not lugging a surprise care package up six flights of stairs, but the old building’s elevator was on the fritz again which meant the climb was the only option.
“Not a total loss,” she says to herself, eyeing the stories below. “Definitely got my steps in for the day”. Not that she needed them.
At 25, she was of medium build, fit, with lightly toned arms exposed in a retro, collared blouse and smooth calves sliding effortlessly into high heeled knee boots. The whole look was tied together by a bright yellow bow nestled in her red hair, right now sheared into a shaggy bob cut that her stylist—a roommate from college—assured her was ultra chic (even on her bookstore budget).
Making sure the door to the stairwell closes behind her, she squares her shoulders and prepares for the home stretch to her apartment when she hears a door open beside her.
“Oh, you’re not Bev!” exclaims an elderly woman with large glasses, short, white hair and a a purple track suit. The old lady blinks her faded blue a few times in confusion, trying to make out who was standing in the hall.
“Nope! Just trying to pass through,” the redhead explains, lifting the box to try and pass. Suddenly, the elderly woman snaps her thin fingers.
“You’re 85!” She smiles. The redhead cocks her head. “Um…what?”
“Apartment 85. You’re the new girl, right?” The old woman exclaims, not really asking.
“Oh, um, yeah! Guilty as charged.” The redhead shifts her feet, trying her best to hold onto the box that was getting heavier the longer she stood. The old woman nods her head, hooped earrings swinging.
“That used to be Angela’s place. We were bridge partners for years. She’s off in Florida doing lord knows what now— or should I say who knows what, ha!” She holds out pale hand, veiny wrists jangling with bangles. “I’m Sheryl.”
“Gina,” the redhead says, angling her wrist to shake the old woman’s bony hand while still gripping the box. Sheryl eyes the box, raising her thin eyebrows.
“Still moving odds and ends? Get used to it. The longer you’re around, the more crap you’ll find yourself lugging place to place,” Sheryl intones sagely, patting Gina on the arm. “Oh, no. This is just from home. Some of my gram’s old things. My mom thought I might find a dress or two to add to my own wardrobe.”
“Well I think she’s got the right idea. I love your look, dear.”
“Thank you,” Gina smiles. “It’s vintage.”
Suddenly, a quavering voice echoes from behind Sheryl, “Is that Bev?” Sheryl looks over her shoulder, raising her voice. “No, it’s the new girl!”
There’s a moment of silence, followed by a confused: “Who’s Earl?”
“Turn up your hearing aide, Natty. NEW! GIRL! From down the hall,” Sheryl nearly bellows back into her apartment. She waves a dismissive hand at Gina. “Poor dear, her hearing’s really starting to go. We’re just about to kick off our weekly card game. Care to come and join in?”
“Oh, um, I can’t really…” Gina explains, waving the box for good measure. Jeeze why can’t this granny take a hint she wonders to herself. Sheryl laughs, her jewelry tinkling like wind chimes.
“I understand. Probably a little too slow for a pretty thing like you. Oh, if I was your age I’d be out and about myself! Well don’t be a stranger. Pop on in whenever you like.”
The little old lady finally moves out of Gina’s way, and the shaggy haired hipster flashes a smile as she dips past to her own apartment at the end of the hall. As she unlocks her door, Sheryl slowly closes her own, pruny lips smiling. “What a nice young thing,” she mutters to herself as the door closes.
————————— Gina drops the cardboard box on the bed and exhales, stretching out her arms and shaking them to get the circulation going. The old lady down the hall was nice enough, but she could easily see her droning on for hours.
Hope I don’t turn into a boring old chatterbox when I’m her age, Gina thought to herself as she bends down and unzips her leather boots. She slips out of them easily and then pads over to the kitchen in her bare feet, passing by dozens of cardboard moving boxes stacked throughout her new apartment.
Leaning up on her tiptoes, she pulls down a kettle and fills it with water, skirt swirling as she buzzes around the kitchen preparing some tea.
She sets the kettle on the stove, turns the knob, and nods with satisfaction as the pilot light clicks on. Like much in this apartment, the old gas stove was an antique, but Gina loved it. She adored all things retro, vintage, classic and chic. Heck, sometimes she thought she was just born in the wrong time. Too late for the glamorous parties, trendy styles and cute looks of the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s.
She spins a knob on a timer and heads back into the bedroom, leaving the water to boil.
She upends the box on her bed, revealing a pile of her grandmother’s old clothes. She holds up a pair of pleated pants, shakes her head, and tosses them on a chair. A blouse and two small sweaters follow suit before she grabs a hold of a silky set of old lingerie.
“Damn, grammy. I didn’t know you had a sexy side.” The old lingerie was conservative by modern standards, a combination satin bloomers and bra, but with its shiny red fabric and lacy black trim it still managed to hold a certain mystique.
“Screw it.” Gina smirks, shimmying out of her skirt and undoing her blouse. She slips her cute panties off her tight rear and undoes her bra, her pert, round breasts bouncing upon release.
Shivering in the cold apartment, she quickly slides the old fashioned brassier on, surprised to find it stiffer than she expected, wired into cones to hold her grandma’s larger breasts in shape. Her own younger chest had more than enough room to maneuver in them.
Little did the hipster know, however, that as she slipped on the antique lingerie, her body was subtly changing to fit her grandmother’s classic stye.
As she snaps the bra closed, her chest actually grows a little larger, better filling the cups and surprising the girl on how well the decades old clothing actually fit.
Next, she slips on the lower half, finding that the elastic is just a little bit snug, her rear and hips expanding ever so slightly while her trim stomach gained a hint of roundness as it was suddenly saddled with several years of new weight.
Turning to the mirror the redhead throws her head back and strikes a sultry pose. The reflection staring back looked like an classic pinup model, busty body curving in all the right places.
“Let’s see what else you have hiding in here…” Gina continues, thinking she felt energized by the excitement of her new discoveries but in fact enjoying one last burst of her now mid 30’s metabolism.
Digging around the pile of clothes, Gina tosses a few more articles aside, accidentally covering the mirror in a skirt before finding a pair of smoky black pantyhose. She cocks an eyebrow, sizing the stockings up and causing the faintest lines to crease their way along her forehead.
Hopping from foot to foot, she slips on each leg one at a time, skin jiggling as she pulls the fabric up her thickening thighs, not noticing the dimpled waves of cellulite and thin blue veins snaking their way up her once smooth legs as she squeezes herself in.
“C’mon you…” Gina grunts, blowing suddenly paler strands of light red hair out of her eyes, crows feet crinkling and laugh lines deepening as she grits her teeth in frustration.
After a little more struggle than she anticipated, Gina finally pulls the hose home with a satisfying SNAP! The now 40 year old exhales in relief, her slowly expanding belly peeking over the lip of her bloomers to form a small muffin top as she puts her hands on her hips, underarms wiggling slightly with the imminent onset of bingo wings.
She turns left and right, craning her neck— which was starting to crease with every turn— to peer back at her butt, shocked at how big it looks in the bloomers. “Woof. Time to lay off the sweets, Gina.” She says, tapping a butt cheek and cringing at the feel of it jiggling beneath the satin and lace.
If she had glanced down at her chest, the redhead would be even more shocked at how her once perky breasts are even now sliding further and further into the cups of the bra, melting from gravity defying orbs to sagging sacks as every minute ticks by.
DING! The timer in the kitchen goes off and Gina pads out of the room— a little slower this time because, strangely, her feet are starting to feel sore. She clicks off the stove and pulls a teabag out of a carton, then looks around for her mug.
Weird. I could’ve sworn I pulled one out already, she thinks to herself. Right?
Poking around the small kitchen, she appears to all the world like a middle-aged model from the 1950’s, looking worn out and more than a little desperate in her lacy and now ill-fitting underwear and saggy skin. Frustrated, Gina runs her hand through her bangs, trying to clear her field of view but not realizing her fingers were leaving light, almost white streaks behind.
In fact, Gina was nearing her 50’s now, and a woman her age just simply couldn’t move like she had used to earlier that morning. She reaches up on a shel for a new tea mug, straining on her rougher and crinklier tip toes when there’s a slight POP in her lower back. She winces and bends over. “Ow, ow ow…”
She wipes her wrinkly forehead, sweat beginning to dampen her brow as she’s suddenly hit with a wave of heat, like an oven door swinging open. She fans her chest, leaning forward— hand still on her sore back— checking to make sure she hadn’t let the stove stay on.
“The hell is going on?” She mutters, voice hoarse, lips cracking slightly as her skin dries out . She coughs, trying to clear her throat as another hot flash hits, sending her stumbling into the counter. Outwardly, it’s as if she’s melting in high speed, wrinkles piling on and neck sagging as she fans her drooping features, not realizing she was barreling out of middle age with a vengeance. As her hands flutter, more and more red retreats from her head, leaving stark white bangs behind.
The thermostat she thinks to herself, pausing to try and remember where it was in the apartment. She shuffles from room to room, looking a little bit older and more tired each time she emerges, memory and vision growing fuzzier with every step.
She finally stops, scratching her shaggy white head, shoulders stooped and withered breasts pooling in her now snug lingerie. She takes her thin, wrinkly arms and wraps them around her sagging stomach with a shiver. The fuck, now I’m cold? Now in her 70’s, the newly old woman shuffles back into the bedroom, tired and sore from her ordeal. Her eyes narrow and she bites a pruny lip as she looks at the pile of clothes on the bed, desperate for something to slip into.
She holds up a soft yellow sweater. It’s a little stuffier than her normal style, but she takes one look at the boxes labeled “Winter Wardrobe” in the corner and shakes her silvered head. Too tired for all that, Gina thinks as she tries slipping her arms into the fuzzy sweater. She has trouble hooking her arms into the sleeves, her stiff shoulders refusing to bend like they did only moments ago. As she struggles to fit the sweater over her withering frame, her whole body curves inward, spine fusing in place as her vertebrae collapse against the onslaught of years.
Never again will the russet haired woman ever stand straight again, the lithe millennial now a creaking old geriatric.
Reaching down, she tries to button up the sweater with thing, shaky fingers. With her arthritic joints, though, it’s an uphill battle. In moments, she’s huffing with exhaustion.
“Come… on… you little shits…” she quavers, voice thin and shaky like her fingers. She turns to the mirror, hoping the reflection might make things easier. As she pulls away a discarded t-shirt though, her jaw drops and her rheumy eyes go wide.
The face staring back at her from beneath shaggy white hair is crinkled and drooping, tracked with the wear and tear of 85 years. The rest of her body is a saggy, withered puddle squeezed into old timey lingerie, swollen knees knocking in surprise as her old ass sways shapelessly behind her.
“Grammy?” She asks in a desperate whisper. She puts an age spotted hand to her mouth, and the reflection follows suit. It takes a moment to work its way through her slower brain cells, but when it hits her, it hits her hard.
The elderly scream that follows rattles through the apartment.
A FEW WEEKS LATER…
Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!
The metal cane hits each stair heavily, echoing up the apartment building stairwell as the old woman— shaggy, off white hair bearing the slightest hints of red— struggles up the last couple of steps. She pauses at the top, thin lips puckered as she inhales, catching her breath.
“That… didn’t used to be… so hard…” she huffs to herself, placing a weathered hand on her sore hip.
BEEEEEEEEP. Her smart watch chirps shrilly, and she fumbles at it with her stiff fingers. She had to adjust the settings last week after it kept going off without her realizing. Her hearing had gotten worse. She actually had an appointment set up to see about getting a hearing aid— a small, tasteful one of course. She’d read about a smart young woman kickstarting them online-
She shakes her head. I’m a young woman too she reminds herself, a habit she’s started falling into constantly now.
The thin old woman closes the door behind her and shuffles down the hall when she hears a door open behind her. Sheryl pokes her gray head out and waves.
“Bev! Bev, my apartment’s over— oh, you’re not Bev!”
Sheryl eyes the woman in the hall up and down. In her youth she’d probably been a real stunner, all legs and hips and sass. Time had worn her down, though, leaving behind a bent but still graceful old bird with sad hazel eyes and rosy white hair dressed in a sweater, skirt and colorful flats.
“Oh, sorry. Thought you were someone else. Are you visiting someone here in the building?”
“Oh no, I live down the hall. 85.”
“Oh, you’re with Gina? Are you her granny?
“No- I-uh- yes. Her granny. That’s me...” God if her still young friends could see her now, pretending to be her own dead grandmother. Gina certainly felt the part though, with her achey joints and low energy. In fact, all she wanted to do was get back to her apartment, sink into her chair, and take a nap.
Sheryl wanders over and holds out a hand. “Oh where are my manners— my name's Sheryl!”
“Gina” the stooped but still taller woman responds, taking her neighbors’ claw-like hands in her own weathered ones. Sheryl laughs cheerfully. “Oh my, they named your granddaughter after you? Good for you! My son named his after some hussy queen in this fantasy book he reads. You raised yourself a good one!”
Gina rubs her lower back, which was starting to throb from standing in place so long. Sheryl’s eyebrows go up.
“Come on inside. Take a load off!”
“Oh no, I’m fine.” Gina responds, not really wanting to socialize. In fact she’s wanted little to do with anyone since the incident with her grandmother’s clothes. The only reason she had gone out today was because she had a doctor’s appointment. She had so many now—
“Nonsense, you look beat. Did you take the stairs?”
Gina fans herself, trying to cool down. Her heart was bouncing a little in her chest after all that exertion. The doctor had said she shouldn’t try to push herself anymore. She had to be careful, otherwise she was going to burn through the years she had left.
“Really it’s nothing. I really just need to get to my apartment…”
Gina makes to pass but her knee suddenly twinges. She groans, gripping her cane.
Sheryl rushes over, lifting Gina by the elbow to steady her.
“It’s just a couple of the girls and I getting together for our weekly bridge game. Just come in and catch your breath, I insist!”
Sheryl slips her hand through the crook in Gina’s arm and leads the white haired hipster inside, despite her protests. She pats the woman on the sweltered shoulders.
“I can see where your girl gets her sense of style. I simply LOVE your look, honey.”
“Thank you, it’s vintage” Gina blurts out before catching herself.
“HA! Aren’t we all, dear,” Sheryl laughs, then raises her voice as she closes the apartment door.
“Ladies this is Gina. She’s going to be joining us for a while…”
The apartment door closes with a resounding click.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 13:52:35 GMT -6
Okay apologies in advance that my contest story turned into a literal novella. I'm breaking it up into 15 chapters and an epilogue. Throughout the story, there will be links to songs played throughout it. I encourage you to listen to these songs as you read that section of the story to give you a better feel for the scene. I have thoughts and ideas for a sequel that I may write sooner rather than later depending on the reception this story gets - so if you like it and have thoughts on it please chime in!
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 14:07:00 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hangout by ChronoEclipse
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. Justin had finished doing the housework he had promised his mom he’d do this weekend and was now excited to head over and spend the rest of the day with his girlfriend Abbie. They had been dating for a few months now and had known each other for a few years now, when Abbie’s family had moved two doors down. But Justin was graduating high school this spring and going off to college while Abbie, being 16, still had two years left. So the teenage couple wanted to spend as much time together before their ages separated them.
Justin ran down the stairs and through the kitchen as his mom, Diane, leaned against the counter talking on the phone. The 46-year old redheaded woman pulled the cell away from her softly lined mouth to catch her son before he jetted out the door.
“Hey! Hey! Wait a sec Justin! What’s the rush huh?” She called at him causing the lanky teen to stop in his tracks and turn around.
“I’m just… done with all that stuff and so i’m going to go hang out with Abbie.” He says with a shrug.
The middle-aged woman smirks. “He’s running off to go see his little girlfriend…” She says to her friend on the other end of the phone. The friend says something back causing Diane to chuckle. “Oh I know! I know! The two of them are so cute together... The pretty blonde girl next door!... I know! ‘The girl next door’... it’s too good!”
Justin rolls his eyes and lets out a deep exhale hating having to stand there and listen to this.
“Mom… can I go?” He asks annoyed.
Diane smiles at him. “Hang on one second Janet.” She says to her friend and then puts the phone down.
She smirks and hip bumps her son. “We’re just admiring young love sweety…”
Justin rolls his eyes again. “I’m 18 though.”
“Yes! And thank you for reminding me! I know your birthday was a while ago but I have one more present for you!”
She hurried out of the room for a moment and came back with a dusty beat-up looking old cardboard box. She reached in and pulled out a small velvet pouch from it and hands it to her son. Justin opened the pouch and looked inside, then tipped it onto his open hand causing the marble ring inside to slide out onto his palm. It was smooth with a line around the center of it and smaller lines crossing the central line all the way around.
Justin looked at the ring confused. He wasn’t big into jewelry and couldn’t see the significance of this at first glance.
“I found it while doing some cleaning in the attic. It belonged to your great-grandfather! He must have gotten it when he was stationed in Europe during the war. It was tucked away with a bunch of old love letters to your great-grandma.” Diane said with an excited grin.
“Yuck! Old people love letters.” Justin said sticking out his tongue.
Now it was Diane’s turn to roll her eyes at him. “C’mon, try it on.” She insisted.
Justin shrugged and slipped the ring onto his right ring finger and it fit perfectly. He even felt a bit of a warm tingle once it was on. He examined it closely and decided it looked cool enough. He shrugged again. “Thanks…. Uh can I go? Abbie’s kind of waiting for me…”
“Yes, yes go ahead. Have fun! Tell Abbie she can come over for dinner as much as she wants this week! She can bring her homework and you two can study together.” Diane told him shooing him out the door. “And don’t cut through Old Miss Radcliffe's yard!” She yelled after him as he left.
The house in between his house and Abbie’s belonged to a cranky old woman named Agnes Radcliff. She had been living there since his mother was a teenage girl, in fact his mother told him stories about how she was even cranky back then! Always glaring at people from her window with her oxygen tank, surrounded by cats. Unfortunately, the quickest way to Abbie’s house was to cut straight through her backyard, that way he didn’t have to go all the way around.
Justin heard kids playing street hockey out front so he figured the old biddy was probably glued to her front window in case one of those young ‘hoodlums’ hit the ball onto her property, ready to call the police on them. The high school senior hedged his bets and slipped through the fence between their yards. From there he raced along the grass trying to be careful not to step in any of the flower beds. He got about half way when he heard the shrill voice screaming at him.
“You! You, lazy delinquent! I thought I told you to stay out of my yard!!!” He heard the old woman bellow.
He looked over to the rundown house and saw the shriveled white-haired woman in a ratty old housecoat poking her cane at him from her open window. Her oxygen tank in hand and her sunken eyes filled with malice.
“Sorry! Sorry!” He yelled to her as he hurried through her yard.
Unfortunately, her yelling distracted him and he accidentally stepped on a yellow tulip, crushing it under his sneaker.
“Look what you’re doing! You’re destroying my yard!!! I’m calling your mother!!!” She screamed, slamming the window shut.
Before she could yell at him further he slipped through the bushes on the opposite side of her yard and into Abbie’s. Running to the back door he wiped the sweat from his forehead and knocked.
A moment later a pretty blonde 16-year-old girl answered the door barefoot in shorts and a pink tank-top. She grins at the sight of Justin, squealing in delight, tossing her arms around him and pressing her glossy pink lips against his.
Justin picked the beautiful teenage girl up into his arms and twirled her around passionately.
He sets her down and she gazes into his eyes adoringly for a few moments then reluctantly turns around to shut the door.
“Did old miss Radcliff yell at you again?” She asked with a smirk.
“Yeah that old bat basically yells at everybody.” Justin says tossing up his hands in defeat.
“I think she hates you for always cutting through her yard.” Abbie observed.
“She hates like ALL young people. She’s just bitter because she’s like ancient.” Justin decided.
Abbie thought for a moment. “I wonder what she was like when she was our age.”
“God she was probably still just as bad. Like complaining about whatever shit teenagers 80 years ago had to complain about.” Justin said shaking his head.
Abbie grinned. “You wouldn’t mind as much though because back then she was all young and pretty.”
“Ew no! That’s so gross, I don’t even want to think about her that way.” He said making a horrified face.
“You wouldn’t even notice that she was yelling at you because you’d be too busy staring at her perky breasts!” Abbie teased, thrusting hers at him flirtatiously.
Justin grinned now deciding to play along. “She probably did had some big ol’ boobies back then…”
“Yeah but now they’re like down to her waist! EWWWWWW!!!!” Abbie said giggling.
“So nasty! Can we stop talking about Old lady Radcliff?” Justin pleaded.
“Fine….” Abbie said with a grin. “Would you still love me if I was old and cranky like her?” She asked with a wink.
“Nah i’m planning on dumping you the moment you get a single wrinkle.” He teased back.
She slapped his chest. “Hey!” She said knowing he was joking.
“Just kidding!” He said jumping out of the way of a second slap. He pulled her toward him and turned her around so that he could wrap his arms around her in a behind-the-back hug. He leaned over as she reached up to pull her long blonde hair back to clear the way to her neck. Justin kissed her smooth bare neck causing her to shiver and let out a soft high pitched moan. Abbie loved the feeling of Justin’s lips on her neck.
Once he was done suckling her neck he glanced around the house. “Hey it’s quiet around here. Your sister get a weekend job or something?”
“Kinda! Liv got her first modeling gig and the shoots today. Mom went with her for support so we have the house to ourselves until late tonight!” Abbie explained excitedly, grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs.
She ran up into her room and Justin followed, entering through the door with her name painted on it with pink cursive lettering. The room looked like a typical teenage girls bedroom. Her bed was pushed up against the wall and an army of stuffed animals and pillows covered her magenta and teal bed sheets. Her bedside table and dresser were painted white but covered in a pink hand-print pattern that she had clearly done herself. Her desk/vanity was also white but looked to be more of an antique she had inherited. Resting on it was her make-up and her iPhone, which had a picture of her in a short skirt and off-the-shoulder top, with a black mesh choker around her delicate neck being hugged from behind by Justin. Justin had a picture of her in the same outfit as the background on his phone and would sometimes use it to get himself off on nights he and Abbie didn’t get to see one another in person.
Abbie’s bedroom window was lined with white Christmas lights that she kept there all year round and her walls were adorned with posters of pop-singers she loved. She had Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift as well as Lizzo and Cardi-B. Her rug was a soft teal carpet that went wall to wall.
Justin looked up to see that his girlfriend was holding a piece of paper in his face and grinning proudly. Upon closer inspection he saw that the paper had a black & white picture of her along with her name (Abigail Pendleton); DOB (05-12-03); Gender (F); Eye Color (Blue); Height (5’2”); That she was under 18 until 05-12-21 and under 21 until 05-12-24. Across the top of the document in big bold letters it read: LEARNER’S PERMIT. “Twenty-Five weeks until I can drive on my own!” She exclaimed jumping up and down.
“That’s awesome! We can totally take my mom’s car out to practice for your test.” Justin said with a smile. He was happy she was getting her license so on weekends she could drive up to visit him at college next year and stay with him in his dorm.
Abbie hugged and kissed him again, tossing the paper onto her bedside table next to her funky-looking star lamp. “I was hoping you’d say that! It’s one of the perks of dating an older guy.” She said with a giggle. Pulling out of the hug she looked down at his hand. “Is that new?” She asked.
Justin glanced down at the ring and held it up to get a better look at it. “Oh yeah, my mom gave it to me today… I guess it was like her granddad’s or something.” He said not thinking much of it.
“Cool! I like it!” She said with a smile and then held out her hand for him to wait. “Don’t move. I have something else to show you!”
She turned around and cued something up on her iPhone. Justin sat on her bed excited for what she wanted to show him.
“So I'm trying out for captain of the dance team this spring and I’ve finished choreographing my audition piece. I want to see what you think!” She said with a bright smile, stretching her slender young limbs and then hitting play on her iPhone.
Billie Eilish’s “Bad Guy” began playing and Justin watched as his teenage girlfriend stood with her back to him swishing her hip in time to the beat, causing her tight little heart-shaped ass to bounce appealingly in her shorts. She twirled around in time to the music and did a high kick bringing her long toned leg almost parallel with her body. Justin felt a boner forming thinking about how flexible his girlfriend was as he watched her jump around and do some more kicks and flips in the middle of her room. As the song reached a crescendo Abbie crumpled to the ground and then slowly lifted herself back up to a standing position without any use of her hands, her back arched backwards as she rose one vertebra at a time. Once she was standing straight again she gave him a flirtatious smirk and a wink as the music picked up again and she spun and kicked again to the music as the song wraps up.
She looks at Justin with anticipation, dabbing some sweat from her forehead and chest. Justin enthusiastically claps. “That shit was fire baby!!” He yells enthusiastically.
“Awwwww thanks bae!” She coos and jumps onto him, straddling his lap as they begin making out in earnest. He squeezed her tight butt and she pulls his shirt off, running her soft hands over his bare chest. They hadn’t had sex yet as Abbie wanted her first time to be something really momentous and special - she was thinking that they would do it together for the first time on the night before Justin moved away for college. Give him something to look forward to and to keep his mind off of all the older college girls he’d be in close proximity to while they were apart. But in the meantime, the horny teens weren’t opposed to other sexual exploration.
Abbie worked on giving Justin a hickey while the boy’s hands wandered up under her shirt to cup her breasts over her bra. The girl giggled and flinched at the sensation but didn’t move to stop him, not even when he reached around to unclasp said bra. It took him a bit of fumbling and Abbie finally pulled away for a moment and reached up under her top to undo it herself, pulling the bra out from her shirt and tossing it over by her bright pink laundry basket. Justin grinned from ear to ear as he slipped his hands back up and was greeted with the feeling of two soft smooth orbs of flesh. Abbie flinched again and pulled away momentarily.
“Your hands are cold….” She said with a giggle.
“Well then… we should warm them up.” Justin replied reaching out again to fondle her bare breasts under her shirt.
After a few minutes of making-out and boob fondling Abbie playfully fell backward onto the pillows of the bed and crooked a finger at her boyfriend to come down to her. He knelt at the foot of her bed and she lifted her leg in a V-shape in the air with a giggle. He moved forward and she jokingly closed her legs and pressed her soft feet against his bare chest. He was so turned on by her as she laid on the bed with her blonde hair strewn about the pillows and her gravity-defying breasts heaving above her chest with each breath. He kissed her feet and worked his way down her legs until he got to her shorts. He looked to her to see if he could take them off and she shyly nodded. He slid the soft cotton shorts down her toned thighs and tossed them onto the floor, looking down with excitement at her panty-clad abdomen he leaned over and kissed the smooth inside of her thigh where she had a cute little beauty mark, causing her to squirm and let out a soft moan. He then kissed her vagina through her panties and then up to her flat belly, slipping her shirt up and sucking on each of her perky breasts before kissing her neck and then her lips again as Abbie let out another moan of pleasure and wrapped her body around his.
As the teens laid across her bed entangled in their partially-clothed make-out session, Justin’s hands were wandering down to caress Abbie’s ass and bare thighs. Gradually his hand glided around her hips and began to stroke the inside of her thighs working it’s way higher and higher until his fingers slipped around her panties and began to tickle her labia. Abbie shivered and moaned pressing her body against his as she felt his finger’s enter her tight vagina. Thing ring on Justin’s finger began to glow as the top part of the ring began to spin clockwise.
‘Bad Guy’ began to play again causing the two teens to jump up suddenly. Abbie looked over to see her iPhone was blasting the music. “It just loaded a playlist randomly.” She explained with a breathy horniness in her voice as she pulled Justin back down to continue what they were doing. Soon he was back to fingering her as they made-out. Neither noticed as the paper learner’s permit morphed into a plastic driver’s license that now listed Abbie’s birthday as 05-12-02.
The stuffed animals on her bed began to disappear rapidly and college applications scattered across her desk as the teenagers continued to fool around on the bed. Justin felt Abbie’s soft feet rubbing against his shin as the couple pressed themselves against one another but was feeling the sole of her foot slide lower and lower down his leg - ‘was she like… having a growth spurt while they made-out?’ He wondered.
The license on her bedside table changed again as the DOB ticked down to 05-12-01 and her height ticked up to 5’4”. There was no longer an ‘under 18 until’ bar across it. As a graduation gown appeared hanging on Abbie’s closet door.
“MMmm won’t it be nice when we can do this all the time next year? Not just when my mom’s not home?” Abbie purred and then nibbled on Justin’s lip before he could answer.
Justin assumed she meant when she came to visit him at college and nodded.
“I’m so jealous of my sister - living with her boyfriend in their own apartment…” She added before going back to kissing him.
Justin paused at that comment - her sister was still living at home and didn’t have a boyfriend to his knowledge...
Before he could inquire about her comment, the room shifted around them. The plaster walls became cinder block painted a neutral off-white, the furniture morphed into similar particle-board equivalents from Target or IKEA, some of the posters were the same but others were replaced by home-made inspirational quotes like “Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself”. The bed shrunk into a twin beneath the couple as Justin got up, startled at the sudden shift in location and bumped his head at the bunk bed that had suddenly materialized above them.
“Ow!” He yelped rubbing the back of his head very confused as the DOB on Abbie’s license, now resting on a cheaper bedside table shifted to 05-12-00.
“Awww baby! Why did you get up so fast?” Abbie cooed sympathetically pulling him back down to her and kissing the bump on his head.
“I… I don’t know, I thought something was happening.” Justin said still feeling like this was off.
“Don’t worry - my roommates out of town for the weekend so you and I have the room all to ourselves…” She purred kissing him again and caressing his chest. “And then next year we’ll be able to do this all week long in your dorm…” She added excitedly.
He looked closely at Abbie… she seemed different - more mature, like a college girl. Less like a ditzy innocent high school girl. The song playing on her iPhone changed to Delicate. Taylor Swifts auto-tuned voice sang out from the device and Abbie sang along with it as she slid her panties down her long toned legs.
“We can’t make - Any promises now can we bae? But you can make me a drink...” She sang with the music with a seductive grin as she guided the young man’s hand back to her now exposed wet pussy. Abbie closed her eyes and began to gyrate her hips to the rhythm of the song, enjoying Justin’s finger’s inside of her. The DOB on her license now read 05-12-99 and Justin’s pretty girlfriend was no longer a teenager.
Books began to pile on her desk as the configuration of the room shifted a bit here and there, mostly the decorations on the wall became slightly more sophisticated from the pop-star posters. The license now went from a vertical orientation to a horizontal one and the band denoting when Abbie would turn 21 disappeared as her DOB was now 05-12-98.
The beautiful young blonde woman arched her head back as the 18 year old guy kissed her smooth neck.
“A bunch of my friends are going out to the club tonight, we could try and get you a fake ID because YOU’RE too young to get in…” She said with a smirk, still enjoying Justin’s exploration of her body. “One of the drawbacks of dating a younger guy…” She added but then pulled in into a kiss. “But don’t worry babe… you’re totally worth it. In fact, I might just tell them we’re going to pass since I can think of oh about a dozen things more fun for us to do by ourselves…” She purred.
She gasped and smiled at him as Justin pressed his index and middle finger against her g-spot. The ring continued to spin as Abbie’s DOB changed agains to 05-12-97. A graduation gown once again appeared, this time hanging on the back of her dorm room door. Things appeared to be half-packed in boxes as the 22 year old woman grasped at Justin’s bare back and moaned. She blushed and giggled. “I’m supposed to be give you a tour of the campus for your orientation and here I am letting you finger blast me in the dorms… well? Do you feel ‘welcome’ by your college welcome committee?” She asked with a giggle.
Justin looked down at the beautiful young adult woman laying half naked beneath him. He knew it didn’t seem right - she was his girlfriend… and still in high school… right? But it didn’t matter to him at the moment he just nodded enthusiastically.
“It’s too bad I won’t be here anymore when you start…” She purred kissing him some more.
“Where are you going?” He asked concerned.
“I’ll be starting grad-school in the fall… “ She said with a breathy moan as Justin tickled her clit.
As if in response to that the room began to shift again. It shrank basically in half as the ceiling began to look water stained and the walls were covered in tacky peeling wallpaper. The bed above them disappeared by the bed they were on was little more than a mattress on a metal frame. There was a lot of DIY decor going on with the curtains and wall trimmings as well as a bunch of mis-matching furniture that looked like it had all been found and dragged in from the sidewalk. The small maple-wood desk was covered in textbooks and sitting on top of her rickety dresser was a hotplate and a coffee maker. Everything seemed piled on top over everything else and about to topple over, even more so when the whole room began to rattle to the sound of a nearby train barrelling by.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 14:21:46 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Justin stopped what he was doing once again to get his bearings as Abbie’s DOB changes to 05-12-96. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “That train is soooo annoying.... I know your mom isn’t 100% cool with you dating a grad-student but maybe we could spend next weekend at your house and I can actually get some studying done in a peaceful environment.” She suggested.
“Nah mom’s cool… she said you could come over and study whenever you want.” He said, remembering what his mom said before he left the house.
‘It’s so cute… I know… ‘the older woman’!’ He remembered his mom saying to her friend on the phone. Wait… is that what she said? That didn’t sound right….
Abbie laughed at her younger boyfriends face screwed up in contemplation. “Come here cutie….” She said pulling him back down to her. He slipped his fingers inside her again and she gasped in pleasure as her DOB changed to 05-12-95.
Abbie began to swish her hips to the opening beats of ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea as it came on the iPhone. “Ah! I love this song! I did a whole dance routine to it when I was in high school!” She exclaimed in recognition.
Justin scratched his head. “This song came out when we were in middle school…”
Abbie smirked and took Justin’s clean-shaven face in her delicate hand. “When YOU were in middle-school sweetie… I graduated in 2014, remember?” The young woman corrected him.
“Uh… I guess…” He responded confused.
She slid out from under him, standing in the middle of the cramped room in nothing but a loose shirt she grinned and began dancing to the song. She turned around and Justin could see that her 24-year old ass was rounder and plumper than he had remembered it being. Abbie thrust her ass toward him causing the bubble butt to jiggle appealingly.
“What do you think? Do I have an ass like Iggy?” She asked with a giggle shaking her booty some more at him.
Justin was biting his lip at how turned on he was but didn’t understand her question.
“I don’t know who that is.” He replied.
She turned around to face him, giggling. “The performer that sings this song babe.”
“Oh. Sure!” He said still not knowing who she was talking about.
She dropped her upper body down to touch her toes and curled it backup in time to the music, giving him a very sexy x-rated performance of the dance she did to the song in high school.
Justin was losing his mind at the sight of his mostly naked older girlfriend do a sexy dance for him but then caught sight of something behind her. There was a teal dress wrapped in a clear plastic hanging over the back of Abbie’s desk chair.
“Is - is that your prom dress?” He asked.
He remembered asking Abbie to the prom and that she was very excited to go but didn’t remember her telling him about getting a dress yet.
“Is what - oh no. Oh I completely forgot about your prom. I’m sorry. No this is my bridesmaid's dress. You know, for my sister’s wedding.” She replied walking over to make sure it wasn’t getting wrinkled.
“Oh - your sisters getting married!?” He asked thinking that something wasn’t right again as the ring on his finger continued to spin.
The dress disappeared as the room changed again. It didn’t get much bigger but it looked at least a little cleaner but the windows were all gone, clearly they were in a basement apartment. The furniture was largely the same but all the textbooks were gone. Books of poetry and classic novels lined up neatly along a bookshelf on the wall. The driver's license on her bedside table now read 05-12-94 and next to it appeared to be an ID/swipe card for a marketing firm downtown. It listed her position as ‘intern’.
25-year old Abbie looked at him confused. “What? No, she got married last year. Oh my god, it was awesome. I got sooooo wasted and like hooked up with one of the caterers…” She said blushing at the memory as she stood naked from the waist down in the middle of her fuzzy beige wall to wall carpet.
Justin furrowed his brow - ‘what the fuck was happening?’ He thought.
Abbie’s face was slimmer than it had been through her teen and college years as her facial features matured into womanhood. She gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Awww don’t be jealous baby! You’re the one here in my bedroom right now…” She explained.
“Somethings up…” He said not being able to put his finger on it.
She smirked at him. “I’ll tell you what’s up - my SHIRT is up!” She said with a giggle flashing him.
His eyes went wide like a kid on Christmas at the sight of her bare gravity-defying breasts. They had grown a cup size since she was 16 and had a more teardrop shape to them with half-dollar sized pink nipples.
Justin hopped up and enthusiastically grasped at her bare breasts causing the girl to laugh. “Somebody's excited…” She purred as Justin leaned down to suck on them. She tilted her head back and gasped at the feeling of suction on her tit and Justin felt her nipple harden as his tongue swirled around it.
The DOB on her license changed again to 05-12-93. Abbie was now a good decade older than she should be. She wrapped her arms around Justin, her now younger boyfriend and pressed her naked body against his pulling him into a kiss. “You’re so cute!” She said as she pushed him back onto the bed and pulled down his jeans.
He laid across her bed now wearing only socks and boxer briefs as she straddled him. He felt her smooth legs and feet rubbing against his and enjoyed the sight of her big perky breasts bouncing above his chest as her beautiful blonde hair flowed down her shoulders and back. She looked so hot and grown-up.
He reached his hands up to caress her chest again and the young woman playfully leaned over and took his hand by the wrist and sucked on each of his fingers. That was the first time Justin noticed his ring glowing and the top half looking like it was spinning.
“Woah cool…” He moaned both at the sensation of a hot grown woman sucking on his fingers but also his new cool ring.
Behind them, the DOB on Abbie’s license changed once more to 05-12-92 and with it another locale change. The bed Abbie was straddling Justin on changed into a better mattress on a wooden frame and the room expanded and furniture was replaced with slightly better stock. More books and bookshelves lined the room as the posters and crafts decorating the walls turned into more art prints and classy film posters. The room itself looked in better shape with a new coat of paint on the walls and no water stains on the ceiling. The ID changed to say that Abbie was an employee in the marketing department.
She leaned over to kiss him as sunlight cascaded in on the mostly naked couple on the bed from the windows that had suddenly appeared. Abbie squealed quickly covering her exposed breasts. “Eek! I forgot to close the curtains!” She said jumping up to close them.
Justin enjoyed the view as she stepped over him and watched as her toned booty jiggled as she ran to the window.
“Hey! Can you keep it down!” A woman’s voice yelled from outside the room.
Abbie turned around and rolled her eyes. “Sorry Tara! We’ll try to be quieter!” She called out to the voice.
“Uh who’s that?” Justin asked folding his hands behind his head on the bed.
Abbie climbed back into bed, sitting on Justin’s lap and stretching her legs out so that her feet were resting on either side of his head. She opened her thighs giving him a great view of her shaved pussy. She smirked as she saw his eyes get immediately drawn to her crotch.
“My roommate. She’s 36 and single and-” She mouthed the word ‘bitter’ to Justin who snickered at the comment. “Damn your roommate is that old?” Justin asked honestly thinking of Abbie as a kid like him and not understanding why she’d be living with a woman who was such an ‘adult’.
“Psssshhh! Everyone seems old when you’re 18!” Abbie said with a giggle moving her foot to press to the sole of it into his face playfully.
Justin reached up and grasped her ankle guiding her foot lower until he wrapped his mouth around her red painted toes.
Abbie arched her back and moaned, then slapped her hand across her mouth to quiet her moaning, causing both of them to laugh.
Justin reached out to insert his fingers back into her moist vagina as he continued to suck on her toes.
“Fuck yeah! That feels sooooo good! You’re like better at getting me off than most of the dudes my age…” Abbie moaned quietly shutting her eyes and enjoying both sensations.
The song changed to ‘Firework’ by Katy Perry. Justin popped Abbie’s foot out of his mouth and looked over to see that the music was no longer blasting out of the girl's iPhone but rather a beat-up looking iPod mini that was hooked up to a speaker system.
“Mmmmm I love this song!” Abbie purred at the DOB on her license read 05-12-91. She was a decade older than Justin now and the faintest of lines were forming along the corners of her mouth. She pressed her left foot back up to Justin’s mouth to encourage him to continue sucking on her toes as she grabbed a pillow and laid back on the bed opposite to him.
She was wiggling her naked body on top of him as he brought her closer and closer to cumming. Justin was doing his best to get this smoking hot blonde woman there as he breathlessly sucked on each of her toes and stuffed as many fingers as he could into her hole.
“Ah yes! Yes! Oh baby! YES!” She began to cry as her body began to tremble from the building climax. She covered her mouth again so that she didn’t scream too loudly but her eyes were signaling that Justin was doing a great job.
‘You’ve just gotta ignite the light… and let it shine… just own the night like the 4th of July.’ The song played as Abbie began to thrust her torso and her legs began to spasm. Once the song hit the chorus with ‘Baby you’re a firework!’ Abbie bit down on her hand to keep from screaming and arched her back, jerking up to a sitting position as she orgasmed in Justin’s lap.
The DOB on her license shifted to 05-12-90 as the 29-year-old woman trembled and gasped, flipping around to cuddle naked with the 18-year-old boy.
“Oh my god Justin! That was incredible!” She gasped showering him with kisses.
Justin gave a cocky smile as she cuddled against him and they kissed. He reached down to squeeze her ass and flinched as he felt a little bit of cellulite dimpling her otherwise round toned ass cheeks.
“What?” She asked concerned.
“Oh uh, nothing baby.” Justin replied trying to think hard about what was different about all this - wasn’t Abbie a teenager like him?
“God, I gotta say, a teenager getting me to cum has got to be the highlight of my week. I’m going to recommend it to alllll my friends! I give the experience 5 stars.” She purred with a giggle nuzzling her face into his cheek.
“I’m happy to satisfy.” Justin said with a smirk, insisting to himself that this was all good.
“It totally makes me feel better about turning the big 3 - 0.” She added with a smile.
Justin shot upright and looked back at her shocked. “You’re 30!?” He asked shocked suddenly remembering that she was supposed to be nearly half that age.
Abbie’s license now read 05-12-89. She leaned up as well covering her slightly less perky breasts with her arm. “Yeah, you knew that. Why are you acting all surprised?”
Justin leaned over and grabbed his pants fumbling around to pull out his phone. He unlocked it to look at the background picture and saw a picture of the teenage Abbie but it wasn’t has hi-def as the one he remembered having, and even weirder she was wearing a different outfit - something that looked like it was straight out of a movie from 2006 - She had like a frayed denim skirt on with a bunch of layered tank-tops and an arm full of rainbow-colored plastic wristlets. He looked back at the 30-year-old naked woman lying in the bed behind him and the teenage girl in the picture to see that she had changed a lot in the decade-plus, but was still super hot.
Abbie leaned against his shoulders, pressing her impressive chest against his bare back looking over his shoulder at what he was staring at.
“Awww you have an old picture from high school as the background on your phone!? That’s sooooo sweet! Where did you get that? Off my facebook page?” She asked kissing him.
“Uh yeah… I guess?” Justin said honestly not sure how he got it.
“God, don’t even tell me how old you were when I took that photo… let’s just enjoy that we’re both adults now…” She purred kissing him.
He leaned back into her and the couple made-out some more. Justin reached over and put his phone on the bedside table next to her work ID the now listed her position a ‘Project Manager’ and license that now listed her DOB as 05-12-88.
Abbie slipped her 31-year-old hand under his boxers and began to give him a handjob. He moaned and for a few minutes forgot that Abbie was supposed to be a lot younger. Her mature, take-charge attitude was a huge turn on. As was the fact she clearly had a lot more know-how when it came to fooling around.
But then as he sat on the edge of the bed with his older girlfriend giving him a reach around he opened his eyes to see some slight changes to the room - furniture shifted, art on the walls changed and some photos lining the mirror of her vanity. One particular one caught his eye was an ultrasound pic. He jumped up to get a closer look. “No, no, no-” He mumbled to himself as he approached it, his worst fears running through his mind.
When he reached the mirror he saw that several pictures of an actual baby were jammed into the frame of the mirror. He looked at the little baby dressed in pink and then up at Abbie who was slipping her panties back on at the bed (panties that were different than the ones he remembered her taking off and tossing on the floor.)
He looked at her almost accusatorially. “We have a baby!?” He exclaimed.
Abbie looked at him shocked and confused for a minute before bursting out laughing.
“What? No are you insane!? How would I just have a secret baby without telling you?” She asked smirking and standing up, strutting over to him with her hips swishing from side to side.
“I just thought-” He began to explain but honestly didn’t know what he thought.
“That’s my sister’s baby girl, you big beautiful dummy.” She said teasingly, kissing him and taking the picture from his hand and putting it back on her vanity next to the iPod.
The license changed to read 05-12-87 for her DOB.
“She was born last year.” Abbie added.
Justin looked back at the pictures with relief but was still shocked that Abbie was an aunt.
“I can’t believe your sisters a mom!” He said.
“Yeah, it’s kind of crazy thinking of her that way but I guess her modeling career was kind of winding down so this was a new chapter for her…” Abbie said with a grin and a shrug.
The distinct ‘La la la, la la la, la la la’s’ of Rihanna’s song S.O.S. began to play out of the iPod and Abbie beamed with excitement.
“I loooooove this song… want to dance with me?” She asked him with a twinkle in her eye.
“I thought we had to keep the noise down or your roommate would get mad.” Justin replied.
Abbie smirked shaking her head. “Nah, Tara’s cool. We went to high school together.”
Justin’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You went to high school with- didn’t you say she’s 36?”
Abbie shrugged. “Yeah I mean, she was a few years ahead of me. She graduated in ‘02 with my sister Liv and I graduated in ‘06.” She explained.
“Hold up - hold up! If you graduated in 2006…” Justin began trying to do the math in his head.
She shook her head, running her hand down his face. “Shhhh! Don’t do the math.”
Abbie smirked at him raising her bare shoulder in time to the music. Justin could see that her chin looked a bit softer than he remembered, like a tiny layer of cushion had formed beneath it giving her a rounder looking face. Creases on her face began to show when she smiled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dance with her to the song.
The license on the bed stand read DOB: 05-12-86 now as the room changed around the half-naked couple while they danced in the middle of it. The windows enlarged into a series of sliding glass doors that looked out onto a small porch. The floor became finished hardwood with a decorative rug in the middle of it. Nice white furniture lined the room with the bed in the center and mirrored closet doors along the far end. He saw her vanity was now getting cluttered with various family photos of her, her sister and her niece.
The beautiful blonde 30-something was enjoying her Saturday dance party with her teenage ‘lover’ as she shimmied and shook to Rihanna. He noticed that her gorgeous breasts slid just an inch or so lower on her chest and her booty had a little more jiggle to it.
He played along, dirty dancing with her like they were in a club together as he side-stepped behind her and began to playfully smack her ass as she bent forward shaking her booty at him seductively.
Justin was enjoying the ripples he was making on her plump butt when he hand slapped it but then looked over at the wall of sliding glass next to them.
“Uhhhh should we draw the blinds or something?” He asked a little nervous.
Abbie smirked at him and shook her head still bumping to the music.
“Are you kidding? We’re on the 15th floor. The only ones peeping on us are the pigeons.” She said with a giggle standing up and baring her nude young body proudly to the open sky.
The DOB on her license ticked up again to 05-12-85 and Justin swore he saw her breasts shift down another half inch. Small crinkles were forming in the corners of Abbie’s eyes as she lifted her arms above her head and shimmied over to him. Her body also wasn’t quite as trim as it had been in her teens and 20s, will a little extra softness, a little bit of pooch over her otherwise flat belly and no longer and gap between her thighs.
“And your roommate doesn’t mind us being all like, loud?” He asked making sure he totally knew the score.
“Awww baby, you’re adorable.” She said in a bit of a patronizing voice as she shimmied her body up and down his, caressing his chest and face. She nibbled his earlobe as she said: “When you’re a grownup with a professional that gets a fat paycheck every week you can afford to get your own condo downtown where you can have fun with whatever cutie swipes you on Tinder…” She purred.
Justin gave her a surprised look at discovering he was a Tinder date. But even he could tell that she was totally in heat. What was it they said in sex-ed class? Women are at their sexual peak in their 30s?
Abbie was backing up to the balcony door, curling her finger for him to come to her. She propped her bare foot up on the glass, leaning against it and licking her lips at him. The DOB on her license now read 05-12-84.
As Justin walked over to her, a massive erection in his boxer briefs, Abbie turned around pressing her hands and bare breasts against the glass. “Take my panties off baby.” She moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She was walking Justin through fulfilling a fantasy scenario for her.
He did as he was told, sliding her panties down her legs, noticing the slight dimples of cellulite creeping up on her creamy thighs. Once he had gotten them down around her ankles she stepped out of them and bent forward slightly, giving Justin a great view of her soaked pussy.
“I want you inside me.” She whispered breathily.
Justin’s eyes widened. Abbie had been saving herself for…. College maybe? He couldn’t remember. He just remembered her telling him very clearly that they had to wait…. But that was when she was a lot younger… and his girlfriend… and she was allowed to change her mind right?
“But I don’t want to get your pregnant or nothing…” He said trying to be thoughtful.
She gave a frustrated sigh but then smiled. “I’m on the pill. You’re good, just go for it.” She coaxed with her eyes closed.
He put his hands on her slightly wider hips and entered her. She grinned from ear to ear. “OOOH! YES! THAT’S FEELS FANTASTIC!!!” She moaned and Justin wholeheartedly agreed.
He pumped into her doggie style as she clasped the glass door of her condo balcony and the DOB on her license changed again, now reading 05-12-83 and just like that Abbie was 20 years older than she should be and now double the age of the young man that was fucking her.
“You like that?” Justin asked as he thrust back and forth while holding onto the small deposits of fat forming right below her two hip bones. Abbie braced herself with one hand and reached down to fondle her breasts with the other as they sloped down a little more.
Creases were forming between her cheeks and mouth as he called out loudly: “Yes! You feel sooooo good!!”
Justin loved the sound of her maturing voice as it cried out in ecstasy and the feeling of her plump ass pressing against his abdomen when he thrust forward but he especially loved the feeling of being inside of her. Her pussy was still tight and warm. It was a little too much for him as he groaned and blew his load.
“Ah! I uh i’m done.” He said sheepishly.
“You finished? Already?... I mean, good baby… that’s good…” She said sounding a little disappointed.
Justin pulled out and blushed.
Abbie gave him a sympathetic smile, after all she had a lot more sexual experience than the 18-year-old she had seduced. “That was very good. Now i’m going to clean myself off while we wait for you to get ready to go again… if I remember anything from my college days it’s that boys your age bounce back pretty quickly…” She said with a wink.
As she grabbed a few tissues from the top of her dresser to dab at the cum running down her sexy thighs the opening moans of Shakira’s ‘Whenever, Wherever’ came out through the speakers. Justin looked over to see that there was no longer an iPod docked on the vanity, instead, Abbie’s make-up and beauty regime had expanded with a number of anti-aging creams and concealers for skin blemishes taking up most of the surface. He looked back at his girlfriend - or whoever she was to him now and did notice that her pretty face definitely looked like it belonged to a woman in her 30s and she had some slight reddish spots from sun damage on her cheeks as well as across her shoulders and back. He looked around to see where the music was coming from and found a bulky looking CD player resting on top of the dresser.
Abbie was playfully was curling her outstretched arms entwine above her head causing her tear-drop shaped boobs to lift back to their original position as she swayed her hips and did a bit of a Persian dance for Justin.
Justin enthusiastically grinned at her as he pulled his underwear and pants back on. “Yeah shake it, sexy!” He called to her noting that her thighs and stomach were also jiggling a bit along with her ass as she gyrated across the room.
Abbie blushed and laughed, covering her face in embarrassment. “God! What am I even doing? All my friends are married with kids and I'm here doing a sexy dance to Shakira for a kid in high school.” She said with a smile (not realizing the full irony of the situation).
“It was hella hot though.” Justin encouraged her.
Abbie rolled her eyes. “Thanks… I danced to this song for guys back when *I* was in high school. I mean, what dude doesn’t find Shakira sexy?”
“Uh if she’s who I think she is she’s kind of old now…” Just replied.
Abbie looked at him horrified. “Old!? God, she’s probably only in her early 40s! I’ll be that age in a couple years!” She wailed grabbing her shirt and covering herself as she felt mortified.
“More like a couple minutes…” Justin mumbled but then tried to smooth over the situation. “Nah nah boo! You’re a straight-up HBG.” He says wrapping his hands around her and looking into her mature eyes.
She blushes and smirks. “I don’t know what that means… is that a Gen-Z thing?” “It means you’re smoking hot. Honestly, I swear to god, I thought you were 16 when we first met.” He said, not lying.
She beamed at his comment. She loved the thought of being mistaken for a teenager when she was just a few years shy of 40. “You definitely make me feel like a teen again… I think I've been having a bit of a crisis since I was promoted to Marketing Director at my job…” She said and the title on her ID card reflected this. “I’ve been working there for over 10 years now, I started as an intern and I’ve just been feeling like I'm in a bit of a rut! You know? So my friends all told me to let loose and download Tinder and just find the cutest youngest dude I could find… and here we are!” She said with a smirk leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
“Yeah…” Justin said almost positive that the two of them were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, neighbors and Abbie was supposed to be a couple decades younger.
“Well anyway I should go clean up. But stick around and we can hang out some more and… who knows?” The 36-year-old said to him as she gathered up her clothing and walked to the bathroom, turning to blow a kiss to him with a wink.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 14:30:50 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
As she shut the door Justin went into panic mode. ‘What the literal fuck is happening?’ He wondered. He looked at her bedside table grabbing her ID to see her professional job. It confirmed that she had gotten the promotion she mentioned but he watched wide-eyed as the name morphed from Abigail Pendleton to Abigail Fletcher before his very eyes!
He grabbed her driver's license and it listed her name as Abigail Fletcher too. ‘What the hell?’ he thought as he saw her DOB was now 05-12-82. He tossed it back down like it was going to burn him. He looked around for any hidden sign of his teenage girlfriend that he had begun the afternoon with but everything in the bedroom and the rest of the condo indicated that a grown woman in her late 30s lived here.
He heard the water turn off and quickly rushed back to sit on the bed where she left him. The blonde woman came out of the bathroom a few moments later dressed in an outfit Justin had never seen Abbie wear before - She was still barefoot, her red nail polish looking pristine on her pedicured toes as they peeked out from under a pair of billowy green cotton pants. Her shirt was a white button-up blouse open at the top to show a bit of cleavage. These were the clothes of a classy young-ish professional woman. The kind of outfit a 16-year-old girl would never pick out for herself.
Justin smiled at her as she walked into the bedroom, he had to admit she was an incredibly sexy woman even though she was closer to his mom's age now than to his. Abbie gave him a cold, indifferent look back.
“Don’t sit on my bed please….” She said with a tone of exasperation in her voice.
“Oh sorry - you just told me to-” He began to explain wondering why she suddenly sounded so annoyed with him.
She paused looking at him surprised and weirded out. “Why is your shirt off?”
He realized that she clearly didn’t seem to remember who he was or the fact that they had just fucked against her balcony door, nevermind remembering that she was supposed to be a teenager like HIM so he grabbed his shirt off the floor and slipped it on quickly.
“I uh… sorry, I was hot.” He explained.
She sighed rolling her eyes. “Okay, kind of weird but whatever. Are you done in here?” She asked as she sat down to do her make-up in the mirror. Justin glanced down at the table to see her DOB now read 05-12-81 as Abbie applied foundation to the subtle lines creeping up on her face.
“Done with….?” He had no idea what was going on. The room changed around them again. The view outside looked to be ground level once more and he could see a green yard with a picket fence outside and a dog running around. The bed now had two bedside tables and there was a whole closet of men’s clothes next to Abbie’s. The decor changed from whites and pastels to darker blues and burgundys.
“Done with setting up the internet. What’s going on kid? Did you get high before coming over?” Abbie said with an accusatory tone in her voice, shutting her blush container with a snap to punctuate her question.
Justin looked defensive. “N-No! I don’t know what’s going on - we were just hanging out and?”
Abbie stood up to confront him as the DOB on her drivers license now read 05-12-80. “And? If this is your idea of professionalism maybe I should call your manager…”
“Woah Abbie-” He held up his hands to stop her from approaching him. He knew he didn’t have a manager for her to call but this situation was still getting too intense for him.
“Mrs. Fletcher.” She corrected sternly folding her arms across her chest.
“Whatever your name is! We were cool - you and I were… And we…. But now you’re all acting like a Karen! And I don’t know what’s going on!” He said almost about to cry from how freaked out he was.
Abbie took a breath, she could tell she was scaring the boy. She softened her demeanor and smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. You’re not in trouble… I just need you to finish setting up the internet for us before my husband gets home okay?” She said in a gentler voice.
That’s when Justin spotted it. The glittering gold ring on Abbie’s finger. In the time it took her to clean up from their ‘afternoon delight’ Abbie had gotten married to some dude with the last name Fletcher. He looked around the room now to see that there was indeed framed wedding photos hanging on the walls and Mr. & Mrs. pillows on the bed.
“Y-you’re married?” He blurts out knowing that the answer was yes. But he still felt a pit in his stomach at the realization.
Abbie looked surprised by his question. “Yeah, of course, i’m married I mean, what does that have to do with anything?” She asked raising an eyebrow.
“I just thought-” He began to say, not knowing how to explain that he remembered them being high school sweethearts.
The 39-year-old Abbie looked at him wide-eyed. ”Oh my gosh, you thought….? Well, I’m flattered Justin but… you know I’m like old enough to be your mom right?” She asked with a smirk.
“Yeah but… you’re really young….” He tried to explain.
Abbie chuckled trying to be delicate with the teenager's feelings. “Well thanks, I stay in shape and try to have a ‘fresh attitude’ on things…” She said not sounding very young at all.
“No really though-” He insisted feeling completely silly about the whole thing - maybe he was high and like fantasized the whole thing because he had the hots for this MILF.
Abbie frown putting both neatly manicured hands on his shoulders. “Okay I think, considering your crush on me that you should probably head home. I’ll pay you for the work and just look up how to do the rest by myself on my phone. Does that sound fair?”
Justin shrugged, he had no idea what job he was even supposed to be doing but things were now way too awkward to stick around.
“Okay let me go grab you some cash and i’ll call you an uber.” She said turning and walking swiftly out of the room.
Justin pulled out his phone and looked at his background. It was still a picture of the teenage Abbie except this looked like it was taken with an old digital camera it was super grainy. Abbie herself looked like she was in costume as an MTV host from the late 90s. She had baggy jeans with a studded belt, platform sneakers and midriff-bearing mini sweater that looked like it came straight out of Gwen Steffani’s closet. Her long blonde hair was in two bunches on her head and her tongue was sticking out. Justin stared at the image trying to make sense of it all as the DOB on Abbie’s license changed again to 05-12-79.
The door opened behind him and she entered again but now she wasn’t wearing the same outfit. Instead, she was dressed in a pink robe. She wasn’t holding any money either.
“Uh… Mrs. Fletcher?” He asked, confused again.
She looked at him with a twinkle of lust in her eyes. “Please, call me Abbie…” She purred. “Why are your clothes still on?”
Justin looked around wondering if he was being pranked for someone's Youtube channel. That’s when he noticed a lot of the wedding photos were gone, as were the pillows and most of the men’s items from the room.
“Ummmm…” He babbled for a minute as she sauntered over to him. He could see veins beginning to show on the tops of her feet as she took deliberate steps toward him. When she reached him she took Justin’s shirt and pulled it off of him.
“There, that’s better.” She said with a laugh as she opened her robe to reveal sexy red lingerie.
“B-but what about your husband?” Justin had to ask.
“Well ‘Mr. Fletcher’ isn’t going to be my husband for much longer. But that’s not anything you need to worry about…” She whispered in a breathy voice leaning over to lick Justin’s ear.
The CD began whirring as a new track came on. Abbie’s eyes lit up as the sound of Britney Spears going “Oh Baby Baby…” vibrated through the room. The middles aged woman giggled and jumped around with her back to Justin reaching around and putting her hands on each of her ass cheeks and doing a turn of her head from side to side in beat with the song. Justin wondered if Abbie had drank something when she left the room - she was acting tipsy like his mom did on holidays sometimes after she had a little too much wine. He watched her with his brow furrowed as she moved through a choreographed dance.
She looked like she was having fun but off of his look she said: “Oh c’mon! This is Hit Me Baby One More Time! My cheerleading squad senior year did a whole routine to this song and like every guy at the school creamed their pants!” She said laughing at the memory.
“No that’s cool that’s cool… This is that lady that used to date Justin Timberlake right?” Justin asked trying to play along.
Abbie’s DOB changed to 05-12-78 as she looked at him in disbelief. “This is Britney Spears - she’s one of the greatest pop singers of all time! C’mon! You’re totally heard of her!! … This was the video where she dressed up in the catholic schoolgirl outfit…?” She prompted.
Justin didn’t know what she was talking about. “I mean… that sounds hot.” He replied.
Abbie grinned causing new smile lines to accentuate across her chin and cheeks. Her eyes twinkled as the bit the corner of her lip. “Oh yeah…? That get you hot? You want a pretty schoolgirl to play with?” She purred in a slightly lower more mature voice.
Justin wasn’t sure what she was getting at but he shrugged and nodded.
Abbie hurried over to her closet and pulled out some items.
“Close your eyes stud.” She ordered him.
Justin sat on the edge of her bed and covered his eyes.
Abbie meanwhile tossed off her robe and hiked up a short pleated skirt that she needed to dig out of a box in the back of her closet. She put a white blouse on, buttoning the top buttons and tying the bottom tails into a knot above her belly. She then grabbed a grey cardigan and slipped in on and ran over to the chair in front of her vanity. Abbie sat down as her DOB changed again to 05-12-77.
She began to slide grey knee socks up her legs as small varicose veins appeared on her formerly flawless ankles and calves. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at the treat she was about to give her young partner as she pulled her duller shoulder-length blonde hair into two ponytails and tied them off with red hair ties.
Abbie attempted to jump out in excitement but her back protested and she stood up slowly but then sauntered over to Justin.
“Okay - Open your eyes lover boy…” She purred as her DOB raised again to 05-12-76.
Justin opened his eyes to the sight of a 43-year old woman dressed in a sexed-up version of a catholic school girl uniform. Abbie’s belly was losing a bit of tone and appeared a bit soft as the beginnings of love handles were forming on her waist, killing the hourglass figure she had enjoyed from her late teens through much of her 30s. There was some freckling along her cleavage, again from sun damage but it was subtle and not very noticeable if Justin hadn’t just seen her younger self to compare it to. Abbie’s face was now really beginning to resemble her mother and it made her look a bit silly with such a young girl hairstyle. Justin closed his eyes and pictured 16-year-old Abbie with hair and clothes like this and had to admit she would look smoking hot - and she didn’t look bad, for her AGE, but her miniskirt wasn’t doing her now cellulite marred thighs any favors.
Justin didn’t know what to say but then noticed that she no longer had a wedding ring on her finger. “Yes!!” He exclaimed which Abbie took to mean that he was pleased by her little bit of cosplay.
“Yeah? You am I sexy enough for you?” She asked gleefully.
He nodded enthusiastically as she leaned down to kiss him. When she pulled back again he reached over to check her IDs and saw that her name had gone back to Abigail Pendleton as well. Her DOB now read 05-12-75 and the job title on her ID said ‘Vice President’.
“Woah you got a promotion!?” He turned to ask her but she wasn’t there - in fact he was no longer on a bed, instead he was in a box or something. He looked around and quickly realized he was sitting under some kind of office desk. He could hear muffled voices in the background.
“Send me the Q3 stats with a breakdown of projections, and I want to hold a directors meeting on the first. Send out an invite and cc me on any questions.” Abbie could be heard saying. From Justin’s vantage point he could easily mistake it for Abbie’s mom's voice, the former teenagers once young perky voice was now lower, mature and professional sounding.
“You’ve got it, Ms. Pendleton. I’ll get right on that. Have a nice weekend.” A young man’s voice replied.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 14:38:56 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
He heard a door shut and the clacking of heels walking back toward him. The footsteps stopped and he heard the sound of Abbie fiddling with a CD player. The opening notes of ‘You Gotta Be’ by Des’ree played through the office. Justin moved to see through a crack in the desk as her witnessed the middle-aged blonde woman in a skirted business suit kicking off her heels and moving her body to the music as she began to sing along. Her wider hips and ass swayed back and forth as she bounced to the beat. He knew Abbie aspired to be a professional dancer but seeing this 40-something year old, corporate version of her move around in a professional clothes was a little embarrassing to Justin. Like accidently catching his mom dancing to the early 90s rap music from her youth when he comes home early from school.
Abbie sauntered back to her desk and plopped into her black leather chair, panting a bit. She stretched her legs, encased in nude-colored panty hoes out under her desk, playfully caressing Justin’s face with her stockinged feet.
“You can come out from under the desk silly. Everyones gone.” She says wheeling back in her chair to look at him face to face.
Justin peaked out from under the desk to see the 44-year old, now the same age as her own mother, grinning at him with a look like she was thrilled to have a dirty little secret hiding under her desk.
“Abbie - where are-?” He began to ask but she cut him off.
“Better thought! Stay right there! There’s something I've always wanted to do since I got this office… and here, alone with my little boy-toy on a Saturday afternoon is the perfect time for a little fantasy wish-fulfillment wouldn’t you say?” She purred with a wink.
“Uh sure!” Justin said trying to go with the flow.
He watched wide-eyed as the businesswoman reached down and began to pull her pantyhose down off her legs. Justin got a front-row seat to the ripples of cellulite that had appeared on Abbie’s wider thighs and diminishing tone of her calves, not to mention the tiny visible veins. He noticed with surprise that the beauty mark he knew his girlfriend to have on the inside of her right thigh was now a cluster of raised moles. She stretched her bare legs and feet out to him again. Her red painted toes looked a bit boxy from being stuffed in heels for so many years and the tops of her feet looked a bit veiny as well.
She rolled her chair forward again, wrapping her legs around Justin’s shoulders as she slid her bare lap under her desk and the boy’s face closer to her crotch. She had a neat patch of pubic hair that was darker blonde than the hair on her head. Justin’s eyes widened as he spotted a single grey among the patch.
Abbie widened her thighs apart in invitation and Justin got the message. He leaned down and began to lick her slit with his tongue. He found it kind of hot but also a little weird. Like it felt a little like he was eating out Abbie but also he couldn’t help but feel kind of like he was eating out Abbie’s mom.
He wasn’t grossed out by this as some teens might be. Abbie’s mom Rachel, and he guessed now Abbie were both incredibly beautiful women for their age. He had seen Rachel, MILF that she was, in a two-piece bathing suit a few times and had fantasized about her off and on since. So in a way, this was double wish-fulfillment.
Abbie moaned loudly gripping the top of her desk and tilting her head back in her chair as her DOB changed to 05-12-74. Justin felt her thighs soften slightly in his arms as he continued to lap and suck on her pussy.
He plunged his tongue into her wet hole and thought to himself that it seemed a lot looser than when they had had sex before and especially from when he had finger banged her when she was still a teenager. He compensated by spiraling his tongue around in a cone motion inside of her. This got instant positive feedback in the form of Abbie screaming “Oh GOD you’re amazing!!!” and her entire body shuttering.
After a few more minutes of that Justin came out for air and the corporate executive let him crawl out from under her desk.
“Who said that members of Gen-Z never get approval from Gen-X?” She said with a laugh pulling her panty-hose back on.
Justin looked at her surprised. “You’re a Gen-Xer!?” He exclaimed, horrified at the realization that his girlfriend was now part of the same generation as his own mom.
“Yeah hun… I hope you’re not surprised because you thought I was old enough to be a Baby Boomer!” She said with a snort as she opened a compact to fix her hair.
Justin pulled out his phone to see that the background was now a scanned photo of a teenage Abbie wearing rolled-up jeans, a white tank top and an open flannel shirt. She had dark red lipstick on and her shoulder-length hair was permed into small loose curls.
“The day’s still young and so am I hun. What do you say about taking me on top of this desk?” Abbie asked with a twinkle in her eye, clearing a large part of it with a sweep of her arm and hoisting herself onto it with a grunt.
Her DOB again changed to 05-12-73. Abbie was now thirty years older than she should be as the room around them changed again. This time things felt familiar to Justin as the desk morphed back into a bed and furniture like a dresser and vanity reappeared against the wall. The CD player was still playing Des’ree as Justin looked at the pastel-colored wall-paper and the teal carpet. They were back in Abbie’s house… except this wasn’t her bedroom it was-
“Woah, we’re in your mom's bedroom.” He said surprised.
Abbie, now sitting on the bed in a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt looked at him like he was being a bit of a spaz.
“Uh well… I wouldn’t call it her bedroom anymore since she moved down to Florida. All the furniture belongs to me and I pay the mortgage so, I would say that this is MY bedroom.” She said with a smirk.
“No sorry I mean - this WAS your mom's bedroom.” He said feeling kind of happy to be back on his block. Maybe this was all over - and he’d just have to deal with have a girlfriend his mom’s age, he thought.
“Yeah it was… don’t worry there’s no old lady cooties hanging about. I got all the musty old person smell out if that’s what you’re worried about.” She joked.
“Oh no I - I’d never think that about your mom.” He said thinking it would be crazy to think her mom, who in his mind was younger than the woman sitting in front of him currently, has a musty old-person smell.
“Well anyway she’s living her best life down at her retirement community and you and I are here… just the two of us so….” Abbie said kicking her bare feet up onto her bed.
Justin looked at her unsure of what she wanted him to do.
“Justin, Justin, Justin, you’re lucky you’re cute… Are you going to come over and kiss me or what?” She asked.
“Oh! Right! Sure!” He said quickly taking his shoes off and hopping onto the bed next to her.
He leaned over, wrapping his arm around her softer waist and moving to kiss her. Up close he noticed that she had more lines across her forehead and her jawline seemed a bit softer, melting into her slight double chin. The folds along her cheeks, next to her nose and mouth were more pronounced as well. He closed his eyes and pictured her back as a teenager in high school with smooth pristine skin and a fresh face. He had to admit though, at 46 she was an amazing kisser.
“God, if Diane ever found out about this she’d kill me.” Abbie said between kisses.
Justin pulled away quickly. “Diane… Diane my mom!?” He asked horrified that his girlfriend and his mom were on a first-name basis.
“Yeah hun… what other Diane would freak if she caught the two of us making out on my bed? Diane Lane?” Abbie asked rhetorically.
The DOB on Abbie’s license changed to 05-12-72.
“Why would she care?” Justin asked afraid of the answer.
“Uh well… let’s see, her best friend secretly hooking up with her teenage son every Saturday since he turned 18 under the guise of an unpaid internship? Oh what could she possibly get pissed about?” Abbie asked sarcastically.
“You’re… you’re best friends with my mom?” Justin gulped.
Abbie rolled her eyes. “Oh ‘ha ha.’” She replied thinking that he was teasing her. “Don’t make me tell you stories about your mom in high school… She was a real wild-child - one time we went skinny dipping…”
“Oh god! Please stop!” Justin cried holding his hands out to cover her mouth.
The 47-year old woman grinned under his hand, her crinkled eyes flickered with a look of mischievousness at him. She licked his hand and when he instinctively pulled it away she leaned over and began to suck on his index finger.
“Okay - I won’t talk about your mom and my younger days if you don’t remind me that I used to babysit you before you got that sexy bod of yours…” She said with a lustful tone to her voice.
Justin recoiled again at the realization that at this old, having grown up alongside his own mother, that Abbie must be like a second aunt to him. Fuck, she probably like changed his diaper and shit when he was a baby and gave him little baths in the sink! And now they were just like fooling around in her bed like they were boyfriend and girlfriend - ‘I mean, we ARE boyfriend and girlfriend and she’s not supposed to be this old but - she don’t know that!’ He thought to himself in a panic.
“Uh maybe we shouldn’t.” He suggested though his heart was ready to keep going.
Abbie’s DOB changed again on her license to 05-12-71. Her work ID now listed her as a ‘consultant’. A pair of reading glasses also appeared next to them on the bedside table along with a bottle of antacids.
The 48-year-old looked at him sympathetically. Her jawline softened a bit more and bags were forming under her eyes. She smiled at him.
“Okay, I freaked you out. I’m sorry about that. But no need to get cold feet. We have a good thing going here. You’re an adult - I'm an adult, a slightly older adult but… you told me yourself you’ve had a crush on me as long as you can remember. And the past few weeks have been so fun! Honestly, I haven’t had this much fun in years. You make me feel like a teenager again!” She explained with a laugh.
Justin opened his mouth to respond but Abbie held up her finger.
“Wait - before you decide…” She quickly says and then grabs her shirt and peels it off.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Justin was surprised at how floppy her breasts had become since the last time he saw her topless. The two funbags rested a quarter of the way down her chest with her nipples pointing ever-so-slightly downward instead of slightly upward like they had the first time he had seen them. They still held a tear-drop shape but would most likely fail the pencil test. Her biceps were looking a bit flabby with some extra jiggle to them as they flattened against the sides of her boobs and her belly had gained a slight pooch to it, wrinkling a little around her belly button. It was amazing that Abbie’s trim perky upper body had expanded and aged into this middle-aged spread in a little over 30 years, or one afternoon depending on how you looked at it.
Still, Justin wasn’t turned off, but more intrigued. It all looked so soft and sensual. He was hesitating as he considered reaching out to fondle her chest as the song changed. ‘Vogue’ came on and Abbie grinned from ear to ear. “Strike a pose” she recited along with Madonna. Justin raised an eyebrow not knowing what that meant as the half-naked older woman flattened her hands and moved them around her head as if she was intimating a box around her face.
“C’mon baby - you’ve got to move to the music…” She half spoke/half sang with a giggle as she continued to vogue and wiggle her body causing her droopier chest and arms to sway and jiggle.
Justin held his hands up like hers confused and Abbie laughed reaching out and pulling the young man on top of her. She helped him get his shirt back off so that the two of them were laying against one another completely topless. He felt her soft chest pressing against his and a boner formed again in his pants. A development that didn’t go unnoticed by Abbie as she kissed him and worked her way down into his pants.
The continued to kiss passionately as madonna played. Abbie managed to get Justin's pants off again and turn him over on the bed so that the middle-aged woman was straddling him from on top. He reached out to squeeze her older breasts getting very turned on by the softness of them while Abbie closed her eyes and bit her lip. She leaned back down to kiss him again and then worked her way down, kissing his neck and his chest until she reached his briefs. She grinned hungrily as she sensually slipped them off of Justin and grasped the massive erection in her veiny hand.
She had a twinkle in her tired eyes as she leaned down and wrapped her red lips around his member, bobbing her blonde head up and down. Justin closed his eyes and opened his mouth with a pleased gasp.
The DOB on her license now read 05-12-70. The lips wrapped around Justin’s penis gained tiny lines and her breasts sloped ever so slightly more, pillowing on her lap as she bent forward.
49-year-old Abbie was experiencing some pain in her lower back from keeping this position but it didn’t take long to make him cum. The older woman gobbled it up and slid her lips up his dick, pulling off of him with a kiss to the head of his manhood. She dabbed at her lips with her finger and got up to grab a glass of water.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it? I still got some moves for an older gal.” She said with a wink.
Justin nodded silently. He couldn’t believe that just happened. Abbie hated the idea of blowjobs! She told him they were ‘icky’. But her older self didn’t seem to mind. Now that he wasn’t sporting an erection he realized that he needed to pee.
“Uh be right back!” He said - not wanting to leave her alone for too long, who knew how old Abbie would be by the time he got back!
“Don’t keep me waiting lover boy.” Abbie said blowing him a kiss that exaggerated the new lines on her face.
Justin pulled his underwear and pants back on and hurried out of the bedroom into the hallway. He ran into the bathroom and relieved himself. Honestly, the bathroom was pretty close to how he remembered it except any traces of teenage girls were gone. The bottle of pink hair dye from when Abbie attempted to two-tone her hair was now a serious-looking bottle of wash-in blonde hair coloring. He guessed that Abbie was maybe starting to go grey. On the counter instead of young women’s vitamins were a whole array of supplements as well as a prescription bottle for blood pressure medication. He opened the cabinet and saw a package of tampons. He felt bad snooping but was a little relieved that at least Abbie still hadn’t gone through menopause. He closed the cabinet and washed his hands.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 14:45:21 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-Out by ChronoEclipse
Once out in the hall, he saw the door to Abbie’s room - her REAL room. The door was a plain-looking white door now. There was no name painted in pink cursive lettering across it. He looked back at the door to the main bedroom and saw that 49-year-old Abbie also seemed to have outgrown the need for her name to be painted in cursive on her door. He tiptoed down to the other bedroom and pushed it open. There was a bed in there, and a desk though it was mostly empty. There were some artistic sketches drawn on loose-leaf paper pinned up to a corkboard above the desk and some music equipment stashed away in the closet.
He entered the room and walked over to the guitar case. Abbie definitely didn’t know how to play guitar… though, Justin guessed that she maybe had time to learn in the 30-some-odd years since they were in high school together. He opened the case to see that it was a pretty nice looking purple electric guitar with a bunch of stickers adorning it. He shut the case and saw that the sticker on the side of it said ‘Property of Chloe.’
“I think Chloe would be pissed at both of us if she found out you were going through her stuff when she wasn’t here.” He heard Abbie’s voice behind him.
He turned around to see the woman, dressed in a silk robe smirking at him.
“I was just… this is Chloe’s room?” He asked, really wanting to be like ‘Who the fuck is Chloe?’
Abbie looked at him like ‘duh’. “Yeah, you know my niece stays in this room when she comes to visit.
“Your niece!? The little baby!?” He asked in disbelief.
Abbie snorted, folding her arms. “Uh you didn’t think she was a ‘little baby’ this past summer when you two were hanging out in here getting up to god knows what - that’s right, busted!” She said with a smirk pointing her finger at him.
“I don’t know - what you’re talking about?” He said honestly.
“You don’t have to play dumb hun. I’m not mad. She’s the same age as you a very pretty. I totally understand.” Abbie said pulling out her phone and fumbling with it to pull up her photos. “God, I need to go through and delete some of these because it keeps saying I’m low on memory but I have no idea how to do that… do you think maybe later you can show me?”
Justin cringed at the fact that Abbie had gotten old enough to not know her way around a smartphone anymore. “Uh sure….”
“Here! Look at the two of you! Super cute!” Abbie said brandishing her phone to him, showing a picture of Justin with a gorgeous girl who looked a lot like Abbie’s sister Liv, but with like piercings, tattoos and blue hair.
“Seriously, Liv has a daughter old enough to look like THAT?” He said dumbfounded. Justin had honestly had a HUGE crush on Abbie’s older sister for as long as he had known them. But the fact that she was a year older than him and an aspiring model and part of the ultra-popular clique at their school before she graduated made her so far out of his league. Now he was looking at a picture of himself cuddling up with her teenage daughter.
“Woah, that’s something I'm supposed to say, not you.” Abbie said with a laugh. “She’s beautiful isn’t she? I just wish she didn’t mess up her beautiful face with all those metal piercings and don’t even get me started on the tattoos…” She chided shaking her head at the picture.
“So your uh, niece Chloe… is MY age?” Justin asked again in disbelief.
Abbie reached out and felt Justin’s forehead.
“Yeah did you bump your head or something hunny?” She asked concerned. “She’s graduating in the spring, like you are.”
The DOB on Abbie’s license changed to 05-12-69 and she entered her 50s as she rubbed Justin’s shoulder affectionately.
For a moment Justin thought ‘Chloe’s pretty hot - maybe she and I can be boyfriend and girlfriend since Abbie’s too old now.’
“She’s going to be down from college for winter break, so you’ll get to see her then.” Abbie said to him and Justin shook his head, replacing his earlier thought with ‘god knows how old she’ll be then!’.
“Mmmm all this talk about you and my niece is making me jealous… how about we head back to the bedroom and have a little fun of our own hmmm?” She purred, taking his hand and bringing in back to the master bedroom.
As Abbie disrobed and climbed back into bed in only a pair of elegant-looking silk panties her DOB ticked up again to 05-12-68.
Creases had formed in the corners of Abbie’s thinning lips and the crinkles around her eyes deepened as her face flushed deep red and she moaned, waving her veiny hand at her face. “Oh god, another hot flash. I’m getting them constantly. Would you be a sweetheart and turn that fan on?” She requested pointing at a small portable fan on her dresser.
Justin grabbed it and went to plug it in.
“Here just bring it over here and put it right on me.” She directed pointing to an open spot on the bedside table.
Justin did what she directed putting the fan on full blast next to Abbie. The 51-year-old knelt in front of it letting it blow on her lined face as she took several deep breaths. Her drooping chest heaved up and down and Justin noticed some creases forming down her cleavage. The skin across the top of her chest was looking a bit freckled with sunspots and drier skin as well.
“Ugh now my feet are freezing. Would you warm them up for me hun?” She asked with a pleading smile he had seen Abbie give many times when she was asking for a big favor. It had been very cute when she was 16 but at her current age it came off a bit pathetic, ‘cutesy’ was no longer a good look on her.
Still, Justin slid down the bed and sat at the end of it, bringing her legs and feet up onto his lap. Justin had always found Abbie’s feet and legs to be super sexy - since they were one of the first body parts she let him really fondle he had appreciated in how soft and smooth they felt when he touched them. But now, 35 years older her heels were quite rough and calloused and her ankles looked a bit swollen, giving them the appearance of cankles. It was clear Abbie still cared about their upkeep, getting pedicures and painting her toes bright red etc. but it was just harder as the years went on.
As Justin rubbed her feet to warm them up, Abbie’s DOB changed to 05-12-67. The older woman reached over to turn the fan off with a satisfied sigh.
“Ah! Much better! Those hot flashes just pop up without a moment's notice!” She said in exasperation.
“Uh…” Justin didn’t know how to respond to this.
She gave him a sympathetic look that displayed all the newly formed frown-lines on her face.
“Oh hun, I’m sorry. You came over here all full of those teenage hormones to have a bit of steamy fun and here I have you running around pampering your menopausal girlfriend as she goes through the change…” She said with a pitying tone to her voice.
“It’s cool.” Justin said with a smile and a shrug continuing to massage her feet and calves.
“You’re too sweet. C’mere hun. Let me show you my appreciation.” She says backing him forward with outstretched arms. Her looser biceps jiggled as she did so.
He moved up next to her and she began to affectionately fun her fingers through his hair and leaned in to kiss Justin. Justin kidded her back and reached up to groped her large droopy bare breasts. He was excited that they felt as soft to the touch but firm to the squeeze as they looked. The older woman moaned her approval. The couple made out on the bed for a few moments looking like a cougar that had bagged herself some fresh meat.
A weird whizzing sound came from the far side of the room. Justin looked up confused. Abbie put a veined hand with swollen fingers on his face to calm him.
“It’s just the cassette player. In honor of my Saturday afternoon with a high school senior I pulled out one of my old mixtapes from my high school days - I thought it might be fun!” She said with a husky laugh.
A gong noise sounded from the bulky looking cassette stereo system that now took up a good amount of space on top of Abbie’s dresser. The song that was playing was ‘Walk Like an Egyptian’ by the Bangles.
“Aw this song is great! My friend Brenda and I used to dance to this down at the arcade on Saturday nights!” Abbie said enthusiastically, bopping her upper body along to it.
Justin recognized the song from - a car commercial maybe? “Cool, you hung out at an arcade?”
Abbie laughed. “Totally! Back in my day the Arcade was like THE happening place for the teens to hang out.”
“Huh, weird.” Justin said with a shrug and then looked at Abbie wide-eyed at the 52-year-old began making the Egyptian motions to the chorus.
“C’mon! It’s fun! Walk like an Egyptian….” She coaxed him.
“Uh I think that’s maybe problematic now…” Justin said cringing
“Ah lighten up! Live a little! You’re only young once. Believe you, me!” She said as she grunted and climbed out of bed to dance the Egyptian.
Justin flushed red with embarrassment at the sight of this. Teenage Abbie wouldn’t be caught dead doing something so cringe-worthy.
Abbie stopped to fan herself. “Woop, another hot flash! Turn the fan on again, would ya?” She asked as her DOB changed again to 05-12-66.
The young man grabbed the fan and turned it on to the sweating 54-year-old woman as she sighed in relief.
Abbie smiled at the cool air hit her face and chest, causing her long blonde hair to blow back. She reached up to run her pasty hand through her hair with a shake of her head.
“What do you think? Does the fan make me look like a fashion model?” She asked with a wink.
Justin groaned a bit at her ‘mom joke’ but then smiled not wanting to be mean. “Oh yeah, you look smoking hot.”
Abbie giggled and blushed at the compliment for the young man who was even younger than ‘young enough to be her son.’
“You know my sister used to be a model… way back when, in her younger days.” She pointed out.
‘Her younger days being - this morning’. Justin thought but instead just nodded and said: “Wow, that’s cray.”
“Oh, it might be tough to picture now at her age but she was quite beautiful when she was young - she looked quite a bit like her daughter Chloe… with exception of the crazy blue hair and all that punk stuff she does to her body… oops! I’ve got to hurry to the bathroom!” Abbie said in a suddenly urgent voice.
The buxom middle-aged woman ran across the room in her open robe. The curves of her body, especially the cellulite on her thighs and ass jiggled like jello as she plodded toward the bathroom as quickly as her older body could.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:03:16 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Once she was out of the room Justin looked down at her license to check her age and then opened his phone to see an image of a polaroid of teenage Abbie with big moussed up hair and colorful bows in it. She was wearing a hot-pink halter top with black fingerless gloves, green skirt, black leggings and pink leg warmers. She looked like something out of Cindy Lauper’s wildest dreams.
As he examined the photo Abbie came back into the room. “What are you looking at?” She asked out of curiosity. Her DOB changing to 05-12-65.
“Oh it’s nothing…” He said a little embarrassed now to have a picture of Abbie as a teen as his phone background.
“Wow, looking at nothing huh? Sounds exciting.” Abbie said with a laugh as she climbed back into the bed next to him.
“I swear you teenagers - it’s like pulling teeth to get any conversation going.” Abbie complained. “My niece was the same way - ‘What did you do today?’ ‘Nothin’’ ‘How was school?’ ‘okay’ ‘Who are you going out with?’ ‘Dunno.’” Abbie demonstrated, using a dull unintelligent sounding voice for the ‘teen’ replies.
“It’s really nothing - it’s just an old picture I have on my phone.” He explains, not appreciating being mocked for being a teenager by a girl who started the day younger than him!
“An old picture of me?” Abbie asked catching on to why he was embarrassed. “Aw that’s sweet, pass it here. Let me see when it was.” She said motioning for him to hand over his phone.
Justin reluctantly handed his phone to her. Abbie fumbled with it for a minute.
“You’re going to have to open this for me. I don’t understand why they make these things so complicated nowadays.” She complained.
Justin opened the phone for her, showing the picture. Abbie reached over and grabbed her glasses, putting them on her crinkling eyes as she squinted at the scream.
“Oh wow. You picked a good one! I was a little younger than you in this picture - I think I was going to a school dance. If you want to see some more pictures from my glory days, I have some in an envelope in the drawer of the vanity.” She directed him.
Justin, of course, was curious so he got up and walked over to the vanity and opened the drawer and pulled out an envelope yellowed with age and stuffed with old photographs.
He began to flip through them and saw Abbie a teen in the early 80s, along with her sister Liv who looked like the beautiful young woman that he remembered but was similarly dressed in clothes that looked like they came from a Madonna music video. He flipped the pictures over to see handwritten dates on the back - 1981, 1982, 1983. His own mother was a little kid during this time while Abbie and Liv were sexy young women drinking, flirting and dancing the night away.
The DOB on Abbie’s license changed again to 05-12-64 and the stack of photos in his hands literally trembled. He glanced through them again to see that subtle changes had been made - slightly different outfits or locations etc. and the years were now all marked as a year earlier. In fact, a graduation photo showing Abbie and her classmates holding a ‘Class of 1984’ sign now showed Abbie with a completely different group of classmates holding a sign that read ‘Class of 1983’.
He looked back at his ‘girlfriend’. The 55-year-old woman sat on the bed with her robe parted so that her freckled slightly saggy chest hung out, resting on her soft stomach. Her face was beginning to look a bit weathered with deep creases by the corners of her mouth and softening jawline. These aging features gave her resting face the look of perpetual frowning.
She had her thin rectangular bifocals on, as she examined something on Justin's phone. The bookish glasses looked the opposite of young and sexy, especially the way she kept lowering then down her nose.
Justin couldn’t believe that his dope-as-hell, fly teen girlfriend was now the frumpy matron sitting on the bed. She looked up at him and smiled. “Come on back hun. Your sugar mama’s getting lonely.” She said with a wink.
Justin walked back and climbed into bed next to her holding the photos.
“What do you think? Was I a ‘young hottie’ as you kids like to say?” She asked with a chuckle, wrapping her arms around him.
Justin nodded. “Yeah uh… I feel like I knew you back then.” He said.
“Mmmm I would have looooove a boy like you when I was 16…” She purred kissing him passionately.
He reached over to put the photos on her bedside table and noticed that her work ID had disappeared. And instead were a couple of pieces of mail from the university Justin was planning on attending in the fall.
“Woah - what’s this?” He asks holding up one of the envelopes.
“Oh I didn’t tell you? I’m going to be teaching Marketing and Branding at Mt. Rose University.” She said matter-of-factly.
Justin looked at her confused. “I thought you were like some big-wig at a Marketing firm?” He asked, freaked out that she was going to be a faculty member at his school - she wasn’t even supposed to be old enough to be a student there yet!
Abbie chuckled. “Oh I haven’t been VP since you were probably in elementary school. I’ve been consulting for them for the past 8 years and then out of the blue they just terminated my contract! Agism is what that is. Because I'm in my mid-50s suddenly these young punks act like I don’t know a thing about running successful Marketing campaigns! I’ve been working for that company since my early 20s! Before most of them were probably born! And they force me out before I can retire, it’s really unconscionable. But in any case, I was able to get this ad-junc position pretty quickly fortunately.” She explains.
“Uh… you know I’m starting at Mt. Rose in the fall right?” He asked with a gulp.
She looked at him confused at first and then realized what he meant. “Oh! Oh hunny! Congratulations! Well… it certainly might make all of THIS a little more complicated but… we can make it work! Might just have to be a little more discreet is all…” She said with a smirk as she pulls him into a hug and a kiss.
“Oh fun! I haven’t heard this song in years!” Abbie coos as she rolls over on top of Justin.
Her older body felt heavier on him than he remembered from the last time she straddled him. He reached up to caress her droopy chest excitedly as she stretched a bit, not wanting to pull a muscle at her age.
She moaned at Justin’s hands groping her. Her breasts were a lot more sensitive to the touch since she began going through ‘the change’. She felt heat on her face again as another hot flash came over her but persevered through it by leaning over and kissing Justin again.
Justin reached around her to grab her flabbier ass cheeks as the couple continued to make out. Soon he was ready to go again. His rock hard dick side across Abbie’s looser labias.
“Woah big fella, you’ve got to let me lube up first.” She said with a chuckle.
“Lube up?” He asked thinking she seemed pretty ‘worked up and in the mood’ already.
“Vaginal dryness sweety. It happens when gals get to be my age.” Abbie explained squirting some lubricant onto her fingers and then sliding them into her pussy.
She took another squirt into her hand and reached down to stroke it over Justin’s member. It felt warm and tingly.
She nodded and smiled at him, giving him the go-ahead as he slid inside her. She felt looser and her middle-aged gut was lightly grazing his abdomen with every gyration but it still felt fantastic to Justin.
The DOB on Abbie’s license now read 05-12-62 as the 57-year-old woman on top of him braced herself on his chest and panted in heavy breaths while she rocked back and forth on the teenager. Her long hair falling about and getting sweaty and messy as she moaned in pleasure and a bit of discomfort.
Justin gripped Abbie’s cottage cheese thighs and pressed himself in and out while watching her chest flop with each gyration. He was feeling close to cumming when the older woman winced and stopped suddenly.
“Ooo! Ooo! Help me. We’ve got to stop! I just felt my back spasm. I can’t throw out my back…. No matter how good you feel inside me.” She said with a pained smile.
Justin carefully helped her slide off of him and gently brought her down to the bed. She reached around carefully and rubbed the small of her back.
“I’m sorry sweety. I have a bit of a bad back - I thought it would be fine. I even asked the doctor about sexual activity and he said it shouldn’t be a problem.” She explained with a sympathetic smile.
“No worries… I don’t want you to get hurt… do you need ice or something?” He asked her.
“Oh that would be wonderful! Thank you so much, see! I knew there was a reason I kept you around!” She said with a wink.
Justin jumped off the bed and got his underwear and jeans back on, running out of the room to get her an ice pack. As he left the DOB on Abbie’s license changed to 05-12-61. The house was so weird now that it was just a middle-aged Abbie living in it. The furniture and decorations were just slightly different enough from the way everything looked when she was a teenager - like her taste was similar to her mothers but now just a little different. He peeked into the room that had been Abbie’s bedroom and then Chloe’s guest bedroom to see that the room just looked like a generic guest bedroom now. He ran down the stairs to the kitchen and opened the freezer grabbing the ice pack. When he shut the door something caught his eye. It was a picture of Chloe, looking older than a teenager - maybe like mid-20s holding a baby in a hospital bed.
“Damn…” Justin mumbled as he ran back up to the bedroom.
“Oh thanks hun. You’re such a sweetheart.” Abbie said taking the ice pack and applying it to her lower back.
“Uh…. Chloe just had a baby!?” He blurted out in disbelief.
Abbie beamed proudly at the mention of it as she shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Aw, yes! Little baby Becca Eve! Her middle name is the same as my mother’s, her grandmother, of course. I don’t know where Chloe came up with ‘Becca’ - Rebecca, I guess but I don’t know why she didn’t just name her something normal like that… still, it is a pretty name.” Abbie explained.
“Yeah sure but-” Justin was trying to wrap his head around it. He had been playing cool with all of this up until now but this was going too far, a woman that didn’t even EXIST this morning now had a baby of her own.
“How did you- Oh you must have seen the picture on my fridge. Yes, yes, that was from a couple years ago now. Little Becca just turned… two! She just turned two a few weeks ago.” Abbie said straining to remember her grand-niece's birthday.
“Liv’s a grandmother…” Justin said not being able to believe it.
“Heh she’s taking to it better than I would have guessed if you had asked me a few years ago.” Abbie said chuckling.
“How can she possibly be a grandmother when she’s only 19?” Justin said to himself but loud enough that Abbie heard it.
The 58-year-old woman burst into a fit of giggles, completely tickled by what Justin just said.
“Oh my, Olivia would absolutely love you to death if she heard you say that! Hun, I don’t know what you’ve been smoking but no one's mistaken my sister for a 19-year-old in quite a few years… she looks every bit of her 62 years.” Abbie said still chuckling to herself about it.
Justin’s eyes widened as he took in her words. This whole thing was crazy… was he dreaming? He didn’t know what to do, Liv was a grandmother in her 60s, her hot punk daughter who literally was born today was now older than him and a mother herself, and his sweet beautiful girlfriend Abbie was a sexy but kind of old cougar 40-years his senior! It was super messed up but all Justin could manage to do was just blink at Abbie for a few moments and shrug.
“Oh. Right. Totally. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He said shaking his head.
Abbie stood up to embrace him as her DOB ticked up again to 05-12-60. Her reached out to caress his face as her hip made a loud popping noise. She winced.
“Shit! Are you okay?” He asked reaching out to put his hand around her thicker waist and letting her lean on him for support.
Abbie beared through the pain. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ve just got a bad hip. No biggie.” She said forcing a smile as she hobbled around the bed slowly.
Justin followed her concerned. “Do you need help? Where are you going? Shouldn’t you lie down or something?” He asked not knowing what to do about this kind of thing - Abbie was a dancer after all and having a bum hip would totally suck.
The 59-year-old waved him off. “No sweety. I’m fine. I just need to walk it off. I’m going to go get a Tylenol from the cabinet and use the bathroom while I'm up - god liquids just go right through me nowadays.” She said with a snort and a laugh.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6