So, I was talking to my therapist, and while she was pressing her tits around my dick, she said that I had unresolved issues with my mother, and that I needed to fuck older women to resolve them. She didn't count, since she was only a few years older than me. After cumming on her chest and face, I felt clear-headed and realized she was right. The question is, where does one fine women in their 50's?

I checked the park, but it was mostly young couples on the paths and moms my age by the playground. While I was there, I asked a curvy redhead to join me in the bathroom nearby. Not for therapeutic reasons, she just had great boobs and hips that I just had to get my hands on. Turns out her name was Fiona, and she was ovulating. I asked if she was okay with breeding, or if she wanted me to wear a condom, you know, as a courtesy. In answer, she pinned me to the wall and impaled herself on my cock. She had had her first child a little over a year ago, and his first birthday had made her nostalgic and more than a little baby crazy.

So yeah, I got trapped in the restroom for most of the afternoon, filling her womb with cum. Some of the other moms would drop by to get us some water, chat, or take some of the semen leaking down the redhead's thigh and stuff it into their own pussies as deep as they could push it. After I was well and truly drained, the redhead put her number in my phone, "In case you want to schedule another...playdate."

Needless to say, I didn't get much else done that day.

My next try was the craft store nearby. Most of the customers and staff were women, so I almost immediately got flagged down my the cashier, to put a load in her ass while she dealt with this granny. The cashier merely smiled at the old woman's comments on how nice it must be to have a strapping young man's cock in her ass. I was a little apprehensive that the granny might stick around, but apparently her husband is waiting for her, so she left without asking me for a favor.

Once I came in the cashier's rear, I moved on to search for the cougars. The glitter and bedazzler aisle had a few twenty-somethings chatting about colors. I squeezed through, giving them each a polite smile and a quick grab of their tits or ass, whichever came to hand. The slender brunette also gave me a wink and my crotch a grab. However, I politely declined the invitation, kissed her deeply, and then strode on.

It was in the yarn aisle that I found the perfect target. She had long, wavy black hair, a petite figure with a large ass, a black turtleneck shirt and white slacks on. Age had barely started to trace lines on her face, which she turned to me with an imperious gaze. "Boy, fetch that maroon skein for me."

I barely even recognized that I had already moved to obey her by the time I grabbed the skein. Old habits die hard, after all. But I remembered what I was supposed to do with her, so when I put it in her cart, I waited a mere second for the pleasantry that never came. She took a step further down the aisle, and I said, "Where's my thank you?"

She gave me a dry look. "For that tiny favor? Please, we both have better things to do with our time."

I grin at her, feeling that same old indignation of being used and ignored. "You're right, you could be sucking my dick."

She raised her eyebrow at me. "Really? Bother someone else about it, I don't have time or inclination to deal with every randy goat that wanders my way."

I stepped closer, looming over her. I said, "I don't care. Get down on your knees and lose the top."

She gave me a half-hearted glare, then slowly knelt on the ground, pulling her turtleneck off. She had b-cup breasts in a lacy white bra. I unzipped and pulled out my dick, dangling it in front of her elegantly made-up face. She gave it and me a disgruntled frown, then took my cock into her mouth. For all her reluctance, she certainly wasted no time in sucking and licking my every inch. She actually growled when I grabbed her by the hair and nudged her further down my dick. Still, she did deepthroat me a few times, gagging and gasping around my cock. Seeing her face turn red and drool drip down her chin lit a fire in me. I pulled out of her mouth and she gave me a questioning look.

I laid on the cool floor and gestured to my diamond hard dick. "Ride it, bitch."

Her expression soured considerably as she stood up and pulled down her pants and panties. She grumbled, "This is completely disproportionate to the favor you did for me."

I grabbed her hips as she straddled my waist. I explained, "It is. I'm just using you, you're just like my mom. Always taking, always cold and unwelcoming. Hell, I didn't realize I could ask a woman for sexual relief until I started college, all because of how she made me feel insignificant."

The older woman paused as she worked my glans into her folds. "Do you...still talk to her?"

I yanked on her hips, slamming her down on my dick. Her slippery walls spasmed briefly and her eyes fluttered. I answered, "Not for years."

She frowned, unclasping her bra as she bounced on my cock. As I reached up and started fondling her bouncing breasts, she said, "I have a son your age, and he was always quiet, obedient."

She pants as she leans into my touch. Her belly ripples as she grinds her hips against mine in a circular motion. The woman continues, "I thought he was just a polite, good boy, but ever since he moved out, I haven't heard anything from him."

I reply, "Then he's probably like me, with a lot of repressed frustration he needs to work out."

Then I slapped her ass, as hard as I can while laying on the ground. She flinched, her pussy clenching hard around my length for a brief moment. I grinned. "You like that?"

She shook her head, a conflicted expression on her face. "It hurts, it's humiliating..."

I slapped her other cheek, and she convulsed around my dick again. She takes in a shuddering breath. "But, I feel like a terrible mother, driving away her only son, so having your cock inside me, feeling your anger at your mother with my body..."

She looked at me, a tear falling from her eye. "Don't stop."

At that, I couldn't even maintain the false, gleeful mask as I worked out my grudges. I glared at her, spanking her bouncing ass again and again as she impaled herself on my dick. When I slapped her breast, she let out a keening moan. Her pussy writhed and milked my cock, begging for my hot semen. But I held back, striking her other tit. She whimpered, and slowly, with trembling thighs, started bouncing once more on my rod. Seeing her so pathetic, tears streaming down her face, making soft, mewling noises...I didn't hold on much longer. I seized her by the ass and rammed her down. My cock pulsed inside her, throbbing out rope after rope into her pussy. She collapsed onto my chest, twitching as I finished cumming inside her. She murmured, "Thank you. I... I think I'll go see him, see if he will accept this sort of apology."

I lay there, wondering if I wasn't also contributing to the problem with my mom. Thinking of her as some cold, dead rock of a person, and not this flawed, gushing creature that lay under such a frigid exterior. As the older woman stabbed off of me and pulled her panties on, I sat up and looked at her. "Hey, let me give you my number."

She looked at me in confusion. "For booty calls?"

I laughed, a little harder and longer than I usually do. "No, no, well, maybe. But more I want to hear how it goes with your son."

She smiled a tender, fragile smile and handed me her phone. "Sure, I can do that."

Turned out, her name was Victoria, and last I heard, she was taking turns with her daughter in law, one to mind the baby, the other to be her son's fuckdoll.