When I was a kid I could hear all the juicy late night conversations my mother had with her 30something female friends in the living room, while I was playing video games. I was about 13 then, having raging boners whenever I saw a half-decent looking woman in the flesh. To me, my mothers girlfriends were were my first serious crushes, unlike the girls at school , these women were seriously developed and feminine. They would always do the standard 'desperate housewives' gossip, complaining about dead bedrooms and their fat husbands.
In those days a husband would let himself go after marriage only to become a Fred Flintstone character while the women felt a obligation to stay attractive deep into their 30s. I was young back then, and I knew about the Hollywood trope involving younglings and mature women. My fantasy was fucking my mom's curvateous 38yr old friend that smelled of coconut and vanilla notes. She wore strappy red heels which showed her delicate little toes with cherry nail polish. She was married to a bald guy who looked like human barrel with arms, and I was thin and still had hair back then, I thought of myself as a young Dustin Hoffman in the graduate.
I'm not proud of my fetishes, but the Karen pheno reminds me of a more innocent time of my youth, where I was still full of hope and testosterone.
In those days a husband would let himself go after marriage only to become a Fred Flintstone character while the women felt a obligation to stay attractive deep into their 30s. I was young back then, and I knew about the Hollywood trope involving younglings and mature women. My fantasy was fucking my mom's curvateous 38yr old friend that smelled of coconut and vanilla notes. She wore strappy red heels which showed her delicate little toes with cherry nail polish. She was married to a bald guy who looked like human barrel with arms, and I was thin and still had hair back then, I thought of myself as a young Dustin Hoffman in the graduate.
I'm not proud of my fetishes, but the Karen pheno reminds me of a more innocent time of my youth, where I was still full of hope and testosterone.
Last edited:
