Was being young as good or as bad as we remember? Let's find out.
No one under the age of fourteen has sex in this story.
I am writing this story as it happens, because it just started for me this morning and I don’t want to lose track of how it has worked out. Whatever that will be.
Last night when I went to bed, I was seventy-five years old. I remember seeing myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. For some reason the reflection out of the mirror always looks better than my image in photographs looks like. But, never the less, I still looked my age. Just a better version than many people have at my age. This is probably due to good genes( my father lived to ninety,) and the fact that I never smoked for any length of time and drank very little. I also never did illicit drugs either. And it is not that my life has been boring, either. It definitely has not.
When I awoke this morning, and looked again into the mirror as I did my morning routine, I was shocked to see a visage that resembled me, but at a lot earlier age. It appeared that I was about forty-five in physical age then. I was thrilled at the thirty year age loss as you might expect. Especially since I have a provider friend that I have wanted a wider relationship with, but which was blocked mainly by the enormous age difference that we have. You see, she is only twenty-six at this time.
I am due to see her in four days, so I can get accustomed to this new me before she sees it. I hope that she will be as happy as I am, now, then. I had nothing special to do this day, because I am retired, so I just spent some time writing up this situation as a record of it.
The next morning after that, I again was brushing my teeth, and now I appeared as if I was thirty. Not a lot of difference, because I didn’t age that much during those fifteen years. But, I was now getting down close to Angela’s age, and I expected that she would think that that was great.
The following morning, the day before that I was to see her and I guess you know what that was going to lead to, in the morning mirror I saw a face now that I hadn’t seen in over fifty years. An early twenty year old me. Twenty-two and a half, as I later figured things out. I was beginning to be concerned about where this would lead so I texted Angela and asked for a couple of day’s reprieve due to health reasons, and she was glad to accommodate that. I went to bed that night in dread of what I would see the next morning.
It was an eighteen year and a few months version of me, and the process stopped here, perhaps because of the enormous emotional strain that I was suffering from. Perhaps, if this wasn’t some kind of cruel dream, it was controlled somehow from my brain and affected by my emotions. I know that I had been severely depressed for a few weeks before this happened because of my obsession with Angela, and the limitations on it due to my advanced age.
The next morning after this there was no change from the day before, so I assumed until discovered later, that the aging clock had reset itself to my current age and that I would age again at a normal rate. This turned out to be mostly very true.
But, what was I to do about this? My income was made up of a union pension and social security, both of which depended on me being of a certain age. And my residence is owned by a person of a certain age, too. If I never appeared at the union office, nor the social security office, this deception could be enjoyed for some time. Since my fingerprints would be the same and I know everything about myself, to answer any questions that might come up over the cell phone. I just had to hide my visage, until I could work this out.
I decided that I would impersonate my grandson for the present and indicate that my grandfather had me come to take care of him, because of a temporary health problem. Since, I so clearly resemble my older self, I didn’t think that any problems would occur because of this. And since few people actually ask for an I.D. with credit card usage, I would get away with that too. I just decided to not shop in stores that were used to seeing myself as an older person, with his card and name on it.
I then called Angela with a muffled voice and indicated that I wouldn’t be able to see her for a while due to heart problems, but if she didn’t mind, my grandson would see her in my place. I informed her that he is eighteen, but very adult in his manners and that she would probably like him very much.
When I met with her that afternoon, she remarked on how much I resembled my grandfather and was glad to play with me in his stead. And I got to see a very different side of her in the process.
She smiled a lot more, and was a lot more excited over our fun. And she was very patient with my pretended slight clumsiness about her person. When I kissed her, she enthusiastically responded to it and allowed me to deep throat her with my tongue, something she had never allowed before with my older self. And when I went down on her, she just exploded with cum and excitement to have me in her.
Then when she fished out my cock, she was amazed, because my cock was now a good inch and a half longer and a bit wider than before. She couldn’t wait to get that big boy up into herself and with me on my back, pumped herself up and down on it, all the time squealing and moaning in rhythm to the fucking. Finally, longer than she expected from a youth my age, I rose up to my full belly height from the bed and blew my wad right up to her cervix doorway. I seemed to me that she acted like she hoped some of it would sneak through, too.
When she finished herself she leaned over and whispered into my ear, “This one is on me, young man! As an introductory offer.” Then she laughed and put on her clothing to leave in a whirlwind of sensual odors.
After I rested up a bit, I decided that if I was going to survive in this time, I would have to get some kind of education and a firm identity. So, I googled to find a high school that had burned down lately, with the loss of life of a boy about my age. I found one and got as much information as I could on the city, his folks, his teachers and him.
Then I went down the street and applied at the local high school, Benson High, and identified myself as the boy from the other school. When they asked about why I didn’t have any I.D. and school records with me, I told them that I lost it all in the school fire. I had been in P.E. class at the time and lost my wallet with all of my I.D. in it. As it worked out, the request for a tran, was received by some senior student at a neighboring school, who took it upon herself to verify the teacher’s names and then sent the copied records from the school district’s central offices back to me instead of the school. I changed over the pictures of myself and then remailed it in the original envelope to the school. No one ever challenged it, despite the confusion over addresses on the outside of the envelope.
So, I began my senior year at old Benson High, with an A minus grade point average and easily maintained that throughout the year.
It only took two weeks and I came under the attentions of a certain element of the teenage population of the school.
Since I was the new boy in town, and perhaps a bit more civilized in my demeanor, several of them tried to come on to me, especially with the Senior Prom coming up in the Spring. For some reason they thought that there would be some additional recognition come to them for having the ‘new meat’ as their date. No intention of blessing me with anything special, though, since we wouldn’t have known each other for all that long.
With some obvious efforts to start up something with me, including the flashing of their eyes, surreptitious groping of me and outright invitations to dates, there was a considerable sense of failure on their parts to not get me to heel for them. Of, course at my real age, I could see through all of that. And even though, I needed the sensual attentions like any other young man of my newly attained physical age, I had Angela to drain that off to help me to be patient in awaiting for a more permanent relationship with someone my restored young age.
I decided to look into finding a girl, a high school one, that I could wow with my Senior Class status into becoming my sex friend. But, I narrowed it down to the freshman or sophomore classes to use my age advantage over them. As I politely ignored the advances of the girls of my physical age, it became apparent that I was going to be interested in the younger girls, so those began to maneuver to try to be the one that I would date and be a boyfriend to.
As I favored social events that they could be at, I encountered a number of them trying their fledgling abilities on me. And a couple of the fourteen year-olds, made it abundantly clear that they would give me anything that I wanted to have them as my girlfriends. But, since I didn’t want a fifteen year old wife and mother of my child at my age of eighteen, I avoided them for the present. Plenty of time to mine that ore, if the situation presented itself to do so with no reasonable chance of it backfiring on to me.
In the meantime, I fixed my attention on a sixteen year old half Asian, sophomore class girl. She was wildly enthusiastic over having me as a close friend. And it turned out that she was either the granddaughter or great-granddaughter of a former business colleague of mine. I never really figured that out, but the one time that I met him at her parent’s house, he looked at me like he thought that he recognized me, but just couldn’t put a name on me.
In the meantime, Mariko wasted no time in trying to integrate me into her world. We had a date, just two weeks after officially beginning to associate at school. ‘Going Steady,’ they called it. At the movie she purposefully snuggled right up to me and invited me with her hands to travel the world around with her. We were relatively alone in the theater, seeing a move near the end its run, so the invasions of her privacy went unnoticed by the few others in the audience. Probably busy in their own searches, I guessed.
After the movie, I drove my Suburban, my grandfather’s as far as she knew, to the Burger Burp drive-in and we parked in one of the drive-in stalls and a girl on roller skates took our order. With this, Mariko was sitting up very tall for her four foot and eight inches of height in the ‘truck.’ She waved at all of our fellow H.S. students that recognized us and hugged me to emphasize to them that I was hers. Playing right into my hands, she was.
So, after we ate, I drove to a lonely place that I had known of for years, a parking lot for overnight sport fishermen, where no one would think anything of a vehicle parked in the dark all night. And I moved us to the back of the sub with the back seat down to make a giant bedroom as it was. With us protected by tinted windows and upon connected sleeping bags and under a light blanket, I let her set the tone of what would happen.
She was at first confused that I didn’t either rush things, nor overly respond to her advancements of our affections. But, after her seeing that it was up to her, she took the bit into her teeth, or in this case my dick into her mouth to get things going. She was at first amazed at my cock, but after sucking on it for a few minutes got over that. She then used her hands to move me down to 69 with her, and she had the sweetest pussy that I had ever suckled on. And her clit was like white lightning in responses to my suckling it, too. She then with her hands, demanded me to enter her pussy and it turned out that she was no virgin before dating me. And with her body into something resembling convulsions, I quickly emptied up into her and she then calmed down and took me into her arms to remind me that we needed to get her home soon.
So, we redressed ourselves and with hands held, I got her home just before her curfew. As she was ready to enter her home, she turned and kissed me again and asked if I would be with her on Monday at school, and I said, “For Sure!” She asked because many high school guys would drop a girl after she had rendered herself up to him. I am not such a fool as to do that. And on Monday when we walked hand-in-hand, she was very happy to see my response to our ‘hot date.’
We dated through the year and she was very impressed that I didn’t press her for sex most of the times that we were together. In fact, she was the instigator most of the times, because I was trying to develop a real relationship with her and besides I had Angela, if I got really needy.
For Senior Prom week, it was made known that Mariko was going to accompany me as my date. There was some drama over it, but because her father was a rather powerful man about town, they made an exception for her. So, Daddy took her for her Prom dress instead of her mother, and spent a ton of money on it. Since he knew of the expectations of the guys on these dates, he didn’t bother to spend any money on undergarments. Evidently he was settled into having me as not only her date, but as her husband in the future. I was not against that thought, either.
So, on Senior Prom night, he and his wife arranged to be out of town, leaving the house empty for Mariko and me. So, after having a fun time at the Prom, we came to the house to have an even better one. There was a small bottle of white wine in the fridge and some very rich chocolate cake on the counter, so we availed ourselves of each to take them to the bedroom.
Mariko had the bedroom dressed up very sexily, with themed posters around the room, incense burning and very dim lights shining on our soon to be naked bodies.
We ate the cake and drank the wine nude and licked up the offending crumbs that happened to drop onto either of our laps. That got things going for sure. Since her parents were to be out of town for the weekend, we were under no pressure, so decided to finish off quickly, so as to sleep together over the night and play as we awoke during the darkness of the evening. So, with her on her tummy and lifted up on a couple of pillows, I found myself up her ass very quickly with her bouncing back to me as I drove in to her.
About that time, her older college-aged sister walked in on us unexpectedly. She was not supposed to be home for this weekend, but because of not knowing what the parents had arranged for Mariko and me and in the spirit of wanting to surprise her parents, she had decided to arrive with no notice. Well, she couldn’t help noticing me, whom she had met briefly on a previous visit, firmly plowed up into her little sister’s belly through her ass. She stopped with a shocked expression and turned and left the room to move to her own bedroom. As far as I know she never told anyone about this, and never seemed to hold it against me either. We then settled in for a wonderful night of love and sex, teenage style.
The previous months, I had been trying to determine how to proceed with my life. I knew that I would have to wean myself off of the pension and social security benefits in the not too far future, so I determined to take a college program of Retail Marketing, since I had worked in grocery stores for many years in my past. Since I was getting stellar grades, I came in for some really good scholarships, but unfortunately I missed out on some even better ones, since I had not been in this school district when they needed to be applied for in my junior year.
Mariko’s father knowing of my difficulties in this respect offered to lend me some money to help me over the financial hump, evidently against my future with his daughter in mind. But, I thanked him and asked that I try to do it myself, before accepting any of his help and he was very happy with that attitude on my part. Do it myself, but not be too proud to accept help. He liked that in a future son-in-law.
It turned out that the local college had a few scholarships still available from the junior year searches and some of them were made available to me on a late student basis. So with some work in the summer, I would be okay for the first year.
About this time, she asked me why she had never met my grandfather. I choked back a little on this and advised her that he was very old and cranky and didn’t like visitors, but if he brightened up, I would introduce her to him. I told her that he had already heard about her, and was enthusiastic about our chances at happiness. The kind that he had had with his long deceased wife. This got me a very fine love match for the afternoon.
By my junior year of college, Mariko was with me at college sharing a room and bed with me. I was now on a full scholarship because of my educational accomplishments up to this time and was completely weaned off from my previous pension and social security payments by the ‘death’ of my grandfather. Since the payments hadn’t gone on for an unusual time length and they didn’t have to pay them anymore, no one was interested in clearing up any loose ends in regard to them or me.
In my last year of college, while I was getting my MBA to go with my marketing degree, Mariko got pregnant. We were thrilled, but not as much as her father was. And with the child care at the school, everything worked out just fine. When the smoke cleared, I had my Retail Marketing B.A. and an MBA. Mariko had her elementary teaching degree. I continued working for the same company that I had retired from years before, without their knowledge of my previous tenure and she taught in the local schools until we both retired at age sixty-five, the earliest possible by that time.
The kids were all grown up and her parents were gone by then, so we took a couple of cruises, one in the Caribbean and the other in Alaska. But, when she got to about sixty-eight Alzheimer’s or something like it took her mind from me very quickly. She didn’t even know me in a year of it, but she always held my hand when I visited right up to the end.
I was absolutely devastated with her loss, and often cried myself to sleep over the emptiness of her not being with me. I had been very manipulative in my second life, but even so, had attained a happiness that I couldn’t even have imagined in my wildest dreams. Mariko had been a perfect partner to me, a devoted mother and wife and an enthusiastic lover over the years. I didn’t know how I would go on without her love in my life.
After being alone for a year, I went to sleep on my seventy-fifth birthday night and awoke in the morning to an eighteen year old face, again!