Looking for woman 60 for a role play that is mostly about her pleasure. Very serious about doing this, but am definitely not in a rush. It’s important to find the right match.

It would go something like this:

You and I are at home. It’s a boring winter afternoon. I am doing chores; cleaning the floor in kitchen, while you read a magazine. Under the table, your freshly-shaved legs are crossed beneath a cute floral print skirt. Your favorite music quietly plays on the speaker. After doing a good job for 20-30 minutes, I get tired and give up. You firmly tell me I can’t stop until I’m done. I sigh and continue scrubbing the floor. I’m clearly unhappy. Again, I give up. You scold me. I ask if there’s any way I can get out of the chores. You say no. I ask again. You are even firmer in your “no”. I crawl toward your feet and I beg you. I hold your leg and I and ask if there’s anything at all- anything in the world- I can do to get out of the chores early. That’s when you smile. “Well…there could potentially be a way, but I’m sorry son- you’re just not old enough”. I get excited and press the issue: “please, please! Mom, I’ll do anything!”. “No. Sorry. You’re not ready for that. Maybe in a few years.” But I squeeze your legs harder. I press my open mouth to your knee. “Mom, I’m ready. I’m so ready to do it. I’m old enough. Come on.” You pause. The moment hangs like an eternity. “I’m almost a man. Please just let me do this for you? I’m begging you.” That’s when you smile a special smile- one I’ve never seen. You hold under my chin for a moment and look me deep in the eyes. Your voice is lowered now. “You can keep a secret? Just between us?” “YES! Of course. Just between us.” You shake your head at me. And then you stand and approach the curtains. With your back to me, you say “I really shouldn’t be doing this, but maybe just this once.” As you patiently pull the curtains shut- just like any ol’ regular evening. Reaching for the dimmer, you dim the kitchen lights. You gracefully approach me and you get closer than I anticipated. I’m a little surprised. You pat my head warmly and slowly lift your skirt- just a little. “You promise you can keep a secret?” “Yes, of course. I promise!” I see the hem of your skirt rise up your shin, to your knee and I’m confused about what you’re up to. You get closer to me- now you’re almost straddling my head. “You have to promise that nobody, not a soul, will hear about this. Not Dad, not any friends. No one, ever.” “Yes, Mom! Not a single, solitary soul. I swear. For ever and ever.” You lift your skirt higher- up to your mid-thigh. You push your pelvis close to my face. We make eye contact. You smile and wink. I finally understand what you mean. “Really?” “Yes, honey”. That’s when you lift your skirt up to gently reveal your beautiful pussy. An inch from my eyes. I am naturally drawn in by a visceral urge deep within me. As I smell you for the first time, butterflies flutter through my stomach. I look up to you and wonder what multitudes you contain- parts of your identity I’ve never, ever witnessed. My mind races, in a good way. You wink at me and place your hands behind my head. You lovingly pull me into your glistening pussy. “Gently now, honey.” An electricity surge through my entire body as my tongue tastes you for the first time.