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Maybe I have to go back to her.
I have been on vacation for almost 4 weeks now and am not looking forward to going back to the university.
I just can't find another room in the place where I am studying and that means I have to go back to the room I rent from that fat, old landlady. She’s a widow, 60 something and is very nice and very good to me, often make my favorite food but there is also something else.
When I lived with her for about 2 months I had sex with her. Don't ask me why, it just happened, just say out of curiosity.
In the beginning it was actually pretty horny, I had already had sex with a few girls my age (18) but they were slender types. Having such a fat woman was a special experience, especially her strong reactions when I had sex with her. I had to make sure that the windows were closed when having sex with her because my landlady is quite noisy. She’s also in favor of everything, so that’s not in order.
But she's actually insatiable and that means she wants sex with me almost every night. When I say that I have to sleep because I have to get up early or have no time, she starts to cry and complain that she is no longer attractive, that she rejected by men and that life isn’t good for her and things like that.
Eventually I give in again and she’s happy again. I can't stand crying women because I was already upset when mom had to cry again, then I tried to calm her down but mom kept going and then I became hopeless. Anyway, my landlady expects me to do the entire "repetoire" with her, at least twice because then I will prove to her that she’s worth it and still wanted.
The next day she pampers me enormously, makes my favorite food, takes care of my clothes, cleans my room and gives me a delicious lunch that my fellow students envy and things like that.
Anyway, my parents know nothing and regularly tell me that I have to behave well with my landlady, help her with things at home if necessary, and things like that, because they know how difficult it is to get a room. They insisted that during our two-week vacation trip I send a postcard to my landlady, I did that last week. And now she apps me that she misses me a lot with a kissy smiley.
I still have 4 weeks to find another room or else I have to go back to her.
Reminds me of my junior year in college. I was living off campus with a few other students in a big old Victorian home. The owner was a retired professor who took in college students. She was a divorced woman in her 70's and was probably quite attractive in her younger days and was pleasant enough to me. We always seemed to hit things off especially when she needed little things done around the house. I had a skill of carpentry work while working with my dad.
Being an old house, a door had come off the hinges. I ended up framing the whole door for her. She offered me dinner but I told her I was busy studying.
A few weeks later, I came through the front door and when I opened it, I could smell homemade pasta sauce. It was coming from her kitchen. I could see her cooking over the stove. I told her it smelled amazing. She asked me if I wanted to come to dinner. I agreed.
I went to my room and about an hour later, I went downstairs for dinner. We had a great talk about my future plans, my family etc. I helped her with washing the dishes and told her that I needed to study for an exam. As she walked me to the door, she kissed me and thanked me for helping her. She then whispered "how would you feel if I sucked your cock?" Before I even had a chance to say anything she was fumbling for my zipper. As she took out my cock she said I was much bigger than her ex husband. At first she started to gently kiss my head and then lick my balls. I looked down as she took my whole cock in her mouth and started this wrist twisting motion that I knew I it wouldn't be long. I warned her that I was about to cum and when I did it was with a couple of generous spurts that she handled quite nicely. She stood up and kissed me, and for the first time I tasted my own cum.
She told me not to tell anyone else. She made me dinner a couple of times a week.
I graduated and we kept in touch for a while until she moved to Florida with her daughter.
So you are complaining about being treated like a king and fucking every night? You have my sympathy.
Your going back to her for sure, best deal you could ever get