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Another (clearly necessary update) on my friends daughter. Necessary because of narrow minded pervs, who have no f****** idea what they are talking about, which is why the world is falling apart in the first place, and also why kids have no f****** idea how to treat each other, and thus we have school shootings all over the place. But I digress.

Let me begin by saying that I have no intention of discrediting her ability to make rational decisions, and smart choices in any way, and I have no intention of trying to influence her not to have friends her own age, or otherwise. I also am not trying to influence her to seek out an older companion.

But I will not for a second allow the belief that it is inappropriate to have older friends, or younger for that matter. Is it wrong for a younger sibling to hang out with an older one? No. That is because there is ‘normally’ no s***** stigmas attached to sibling relationships. But why does every other relationship have to be given the “S***** Endangerment” label, and therefore force normal, safe, and uplifting individuals to be associated with such a stereotype?

There is nothing inappropriate about when I used to hang out with the old men and women in town because I liked hearing their stories, and valued their opinions and advice. There was nothing inappropriate about me choosing to befriend older role models when I was growing up. In fact, my aunt’s best friend was my go to hang out until I was almost a senior in high school.

None of that affected my relationships with people my own age, nor did it make me socially awkward. If anything, it probably taught me lessons I wouldn’t have learned until later otherwise, and helped me to avoid many bad up and coming situations. Because of what I saw in her, and in how she treated people around her, and all the advice she gave me when it came to girls, I learned what to look for in a healthy relationship. Furthermore, that advice affected my decision making process, which ultimately lead up to me finding my soul mate. We were married happily for 4 years, and dated for 10. I learned how to be a good man because I sought the advice and friendship of an older woman. So I cannot be convinced that it was inappropriate in any way. If my wife had not died back in December of 2015, we would still be happily married, and I would owe most of the credit to the lessons I learned from older, more mature people. People like my parents, and my parents’ friends, not my peers.

In fact, most of my peers were a bad influence on me. The fact of this matter is: Children don’t learn good decision making from the advice of their peers, they learn it from the adults who teach them. It is entirely possible to learn from mistakes, but it is also absolutely ok to avoid them too.

I’m not saying it’s bad for her to hang out with kids her own age, neither am I saying it ever was. What I am saying, is that it is not, nor will it ever be inappropriate for her to seek friendship from me. So whereas I understand what you mean, please stop using that word to describe it.

As for giving her credit, I and everybody else around here knows that she has a good head on her shoulders, and that she is perfectly capable of making great decisions and thinking for herself. So as you consider that, ask yourself: “If she is a smart, capable young lady, then why should I question her decision to seek friendship from her father’s friend?” She clearly knows right from wrong, and knows the value of asking constructive questions when she doesn’t know the answers herself. So if she feels that this decision is a good one, and you just said yourself that I should give her more credit, then why are you so apt to say she is wrong?

She is a very intelligent young lady, but we both know that she is a teenager with very little life experience and that wisdom will come with age, and mistakes will happen, and all that jazz, and that’s ok. She has simply chosen the path that leads her to seek the counsel of those who have already been where she is, and made some of those mistakes before, which I actually think is a very smart decision on her behalf. Do you disagree? If so; why?

She has quite a few friends, and a handful of those have been given the honor of having her full confidence and trust. She attends public school, and interacts socially with children her own age on a daily basis, and not once have I ever dreaded her going there, because I do have confidence in her, just like her father. She knows how to select good friends, and stay out of trouble, I will never doubt her ability to remain pure spirited and kind hearted. But that isn’t the issue. The issue is that there are many bad eggs out there, and most of them just happen to be the product of a childhood full of unnecessary b*******.

If you think for a moment, that all children are as awesome as she is, then you are mistaken. There are some out there that are conniving, hormonally unstable, and really difficult for someone without real world wisdom to spot. Which is why our precious children, are taught by adults, and not their peers. If teenagers are all-the-wiser right now, then we are wasting our time teaching them are we not? Why not just go ahead and hand over the world to them right now? Because we both know they aren’t ready yet. Which is why I will never turn her away and continue to teach her valuable lessons for as long as she is willing to learn them.

Before I close this up, I would like to address another comment that was made on this matter. Which stated that (paraphrasing) …”nobody should doubt her ability to recognize when a boy is playing games with her.” I absolutely agree, and nobody does. But you and I both know that there are some very clever ones out there too. If you are one of the 5% of us who have never been fooled in this way, then I applaud you. But the sad fact is that there is always that one guy/girl, who is a master at pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes. But let’s just say she is clever enough to spot them coming and avoid heartache. Ok. But what about the fact that teenagers are still developing hormones, and their brains for that matter, and therefore, they sometimes do things to themselves or others, that THEY don’t even agree with. So even if she meets a great guy, and selects him well, he is still a teenager, and might inadvertently against his own better judgement, try to do something that they will both regret later on in life. So I’m honestly glad that she has a friend like me to confide in, and consult with before making such huge, life impacting decisions.

Getting back to my first point: Whereas I don’t have feelings for her, I don’t agree that allowing her to pursue me in such a way would be constructive at all. So case closed on that. But what if the feelings she has persist until a later time, when she is mature enough to act on them correctly herself. What then? For example; what if when she turns 23, she decides she likes me again? It would no longer be “inappropriate” then would it? So whereas I will not encourage her to romantically pursue me, I will also not discourage it. Because, who knows? Maybe one day things will change. But for now, she is still a growing child herself, and until she understands these feelings in their entirety, and has the emotional control to build a lasting relationship, I don’t think it is a good idea for her to pursue a romantic relationship with some hormone infested teenage boy either.

To put a little icing on this monstrous text-cake, I will go back to an earlier point and say; I am proud to announce that she has also befriended and is mentoring a younger person, and you know what? I am proud of her for it, and am very confident that she will help that child in the same way I am helping her. I have faith that she will help that young person grow into an amazing adult one day. I have faith in these things because I know that she was taught well herself, and only encourage people to understand that these lessons she was taught did not come from her social ‘peers’ they came from grown ups. Grown a** men and women who care about her, and want only what’s best for her.

So drop the bs about ‘relationships with older people are inappropriate’ unless you have forgotten who took care of you all those years. Because they were adults too.

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I spent a lot of quality time over coffee with my MIL. We talked about anything under the sun for hours. Usually when my wife went out shopping or for lunch with her 2 sisters. One day she seemed abnormally quiet and when i asked what was on her mind she said that she was worried i would leave her daughter because she had heard from the other 2 that my wife had shut down s** in our marriage. She said that she knew i loved my wife but that it was clouding my judgement to accept a marriage witbout s**. I got pretty down about hearing the quiet part out loud at all even worse from my MIL who i had great trust in and respect for. She said that while she knew she should think of her daughter first she worried because she knew that i turned a blind eye to the topic and that she was also aware from the other two that my wife was making snide remarks about me m***********. She said she knew me well enough to know that i would never seek an affair but feared that that made me too vulnerable. As the conversation unfolded i admitted that i had considered paying for s** and she implored me to not do that because of risk of disease. Sad as it was i told her that my biggest reason for avoiding it was that all i would want from an e***** would be to be held and talked to while i masturbated but even then it would feel pathetic and lonely and i would not get the fulfillment of knowing i had given pleasure to someone else. She said she understood and we conversationally moved on to other topics.

Weeks went by and it did not come up again but we were rarely alone. But i should have expected she would bring it up again when the moment and privacy allowed. It was more embarassing for me because she said that one of my sisters in law told her that my wife had been making comments that i was being moody and quiet and that i should probably go to a h***** or j******* or something. I was actually angry about the fact that it was being talked about between the women and my MIL said that she got that but what i should be angry about was that my wife showed such disrespect and disregard to shame me to others especially her family. I had to admit she was right and she told me that both her other daughters had agreed to stop listening when my wife made such comments and to tell her to knock it off. I told her i felt really embarassed because this also meant that my SILs’ husbands doubtless knew my situation and all the comments as well. More weeks went by. The sisters go out shopping and my MIL and i are at her table again talking around the topic and she said the issue was not going to go away. I told her i got that but that there was no changing the situation. She left to go to the bathroom and when she came back as we talked about other things she eventually called me out on having been looking at her cleavage in the neck of her robe. I was so ashamed and tried to apologize but she actually laughed and told me to shut up because she had deliberately been showing her cleavage because she felt i deserved to get a peek at a woman occasionally. Then she did not say another word just looked at me and of course i could not stop looking now. It was not like she had huge breasts but the neck of the robe was open very low. I could not speak at all. She reached to the neck of her robe and pulled it more open and lower. All i could do was keep looking despite how awful i felt about what i was doing. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders revealing her breasts down almost to the n****** and by now i was so nervous and paralyzed sitting there trembling. She smiled at my facinated staring and thanked me fo4 the compliment. We sat there for what seemed forever until she spoke my name to get my attention, and just smiled and nodded at me and told me to not deny myself. Feeling so helpless and pathetic did not stop me from reaching under the table as i sat across from her and opening my pants to touch myself under the table. I was lost, slowly stroking myself as i stared at her breasts and sometimes able to look her in the eye. She told me to take my time and enjoy the view and what i was doing. She could tell when i was getting close, telling me to relax, to let it happen, and when she untied her robe and allowed it to fall off her shoulders and breasts completely i lost it and grabbed the edge of the table so tightly as my other hand milked my pleasure out of me. It was so emotional when she placed her hand on mine on the table edge as i moaned and emptied my desperate lust. When my contractions ended she continued to hold her hand on mine as i caught my breath. All i could do was look at her as she smiled, letting me keep looking as she sat there casually bare breasted and smoking a cigarette, eventually even lighting one for me then going to get me a washcloth then sat back across from me as i sheepishly cleaned myself and closed my pants and my face burned as she giggled as i cleaned my puddle off the floor under the table. She just watched as i rinsed the washcloth nervously and sat back down unable to even look at her. She reached over and stroked my cheek and told me to stop overthinking it. Then she asked me to not talk and to just listen. She told me to not read too much into this, but that it was something that yes felt like a betrayal of her daughter but that it was actually one of my SILs that had the idea and the other one convinced her it was a solution to the problem. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die but she made me promise to try to not be embarassed or ashamed and that the three of them (MIL and both SILs) were on my side so to speak. Otherwise there was no need to overtalk or overthink it whatsoever. Over the next months it happened regularly, my SILs simply told me the next time i saw them that they would never treat me badly but that i needed to be braced for the occasional discreet teasing about it in subtle private ways. The first few repeats were only at my MIL’s initiation, she would simply look at me across the table and smile at me and i would pleasure myself as she slowly bared her breasts. She was never impatient nor made me feel like it was a chore. She slowly began to ramp things up over time. I was so turned on by how she would sit there holding my eyes with hers smoking as i stroked myself. I felt like i would pass out the first time she told me to give it to her, to c u m for her. I obeyed as if hypnotized when she told me to stand up and let her watch. She always made it exciting every time. She started to seductively stroke her breasts as i did so. She started sitting close and eventually put my free hand in her breast. Eventually made a new rule that i be naked when i did it for her telling me i owed her the view. I barely kept my balance the first time she had me stand directly in front of her and held her breasts up and told me to milk myself onto them, even casually having a cigarette aftet as she had me clean her breasts with a washcloth. She eventually had me lay on the sofa as she sat across the room and watched me spend hours pleasuring my body for her. Eventually let me lay my head in her lap suckling and nuzzlimg her breasts as i stroked myself. I realized how emotionally addicted to her i was the day i sat at her table after her daughters left and after they left she walked into her own kitchen completely bare and had me follow her to the bathroom so i could touch myself while watching her shower. Even eventually as she lay covered in a bubble bath as i stood looking down at her and as i got close she lifted her torso to let me empty myself onto her wet breasts then had me watch as under the bubbles she pleasured herself while keeping my eyes locked to her eyes. I cherish the day she waited until they left so she could come into her own living room bare and kneel and watch me as i stroked myself for her to watch, then when she knew i was close, stood and took my hand and led me to her bed. She laid back with open thighs and reached up to me and pulled me close, her arms around my shoulders and her legs lockiing around me as i gasped when i entered her as she said it was ok, to just let it happen, we could take our time the next time.

I deeply value the time that both my sisters in law told me how much they cherished me bringing love and passion to their widowed mother’s life. How she had simply wanted to let me feel like a man again but how it had let her feel what a woman longed for again, a true lover for herself as much as her being my lover. After my MIL passed away those two sisters in law and i grieved together. One of them had divorced, and after several weeks tbey both sat me down and told me that she (the divorced one) wanted to fill their mother’s role in my life and i vowed to them both that i would do everything i could possibly do to bring her the joy that i had had with their mother. I am in my 60s now as they are and somehow it is even more fulfilling as time passes and my SIL and i are lovers just as equally as their mother and i were.