Why Younger Guys Prefer Mature Women?

First off, I'm new on here so hi forum users.

I'm a 24 year old British male and I prefer older women over those of a similar age to myself. I prefer their bodies, their faces, their company and their confidence. I'm hugely more sexually attracted to older women.

It's not just me either. Their seems to be a trend as of late where a lot of younger men are preferring a more mature sexual partner.

I'm interested to know why people think this is? Also, is there an increase in mature women that prefer a younger man?

Dan

 

They will cut the crust off your sandwiches like your mom does

 

Cut diagonally too. They have to be in triangles don't forget.

 

I too had an attraction to older women when in my 20s. Actually in my teens I had a crush on Queen Elizabeth who was a bit older than my mother. I had an affair for a while with a woman a few years older than my mother. She was Scottish, from England and married a GI from South Louisiana in WWII. She was into youth obviously and I was very attracted to her maturity. If you like to read, here is a recounting of my affair with "Mrs. R." WARNING - it may be a bit lurid as I pasted it from my sexual memoirs which gives some detail to what we did.

As for the question why? IDK - something different. At my age now, with a 47-year-old daughter I see the relativity of age. A woman of 42 would be considered too young for a guy my age but when I look at a pic of Mrs. R, at 42, I still see her as older.

[SIZE=11pt]1968 - Margaret[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]By the age of 23 I was becoming aware of being attracted to older women. Sigmund Freud would probably have attributed it to the fact of my mother marrying my stepfather when I was age six and the male competition for her affections resulted in my Oedipus complex.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In the Air Force, when I was just 21, I had a secret crush on a Major Zatinski, who was at least in her 40s, but still fit nicely into her tailored uniform. Being an officer in addition to being much older than me, she was unapproachable and our only relationship was in my fantasies. Even at the hospital where I worked in 1968, a 41-year-old nurse and I toyed for a while with the idea of having an affair. We met in restaurants after work, and talked around the subject of our attraction to each other. Finally, one night while at her car in the restaurant parking lot, I braved kissing her good-by and found her very receptive. We got into her car and kissed more passionately and she invited me to her house. In the kitchen we had a beer and when she got up to get another I took her in my arms and we began kissing. I turned out the lights and went down on her while she leaned against the kitchen counter. She seemed surprised and after a while stopped me and pulled me back up. Her husband was off driving a truck somewhere, but she had second thoughts about taking me to their bed, and apologized for bringing me home. Even in my youthful glandular condition, I could appreciate her fidelity and she thanked me for the experience and for being so "gallant." As usual, talk of this affair between me and the older nurse circulated around the hospital, and I'm sure Margaret heard of it before we started seeing each other.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Margaret was a switchboard operator at the hospital who was much older than me. I always found her attractive, and spent a lot of time between rounds in the switchboard room. She was 42, and had nine children, the oldest nearly my age. She was of Scottish descent and had lived in Canada and England before coming to Marrero with her American husband who she had met during the war. Like myself, she was a Scorpio, and throughout our relationship there was a psychic closeness that we shared. We could both feel the intensity of attraction that went beyond the innocuous conversations we were having, and knew our destiny to be lovers even before that first innocent meeting for a drink after work.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There was another switchboard operator who worked with her, a vulgar, lusty woman who quickly picked up on my attraction to Margaret, and told me about it. One night while Margaret was off and I was alone in the switchboard room with this woman, she made a most obvious forward move on me. I thought she was playing until I found her in my arms and we were deep kissing. This woman was also older, about Margaret's age, and though I wasn't particularly attracted to her, I continued participating in this caricature of a stolen moment of passion, holding her close to me, squeezing her breast through her clothing and caressing her thigh with my hand under her dress. We separated, I went on my rounds, and the scene never happened again. It was just a fun moment, perhaps fulfilling a mutual fantasy of the absurd, she the aggressive older woman, me the innocent youth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Margaret and I met several times at restaurants for casual talk, and although the pressures of longing were always present, we refrained from rushing into a physical relationship. We even discussed our obvious desire for each other, but Margaret was hesitant. She was estranged from her husband and had not had sex for a year. She was apprehensive about jumping into bed with a young man, and not being able to go through with it. She was also a little self conscious about her body, the sags of age, the hysterectomy scar which ran from her navel to her pubis. But as we talked, she learned that although I was a young man, I was not an immature teenager, and she finally came with me to see where I lived.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]My apartment was a one-room efficiency on Camp St., furnished with a bed, a desk, and table with chairs. There wasn't much to show as I nervously let Margaret in the door. She walked around, into the kitchen and bathroom and was complimenting me on the charm of my little home, when I couldn't contain myself any longer. I slipped my arms around her and pulled her to me and she seemed to melt against my chest, relieved also that this moment had finally happened. Building up to and fulfilling that first embrace is always like some kind of mental orgasm. We immediately had our mouths together, tongues thrusting to be inside the other, and we knew this was the beginning of our physical intimacy. We would fulfill each other's needs as lovers, and although we were both aware of the difference in our ages and that it would be a transient affair, it made no difference in the intensity of the love we shared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Margaret stopped me from unbuttoning her blouse, and smiling at me, said she had to go. I walked her to her car and gave her a more appropriate public kiss and arranged to see her the next morning. Perhaps she was still hesitant or perhaps just being coy. Being raised in the same Victorian culture that she grew up in, I could appreciate playing the romantic game of seduction, where unbridled impulses were met with restraint and the tension created could be patiently savored.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The next morning I was awakened by a knock at the door. It was Margaret, all smiling and exuberant, looking like a teenager next to me, unshaven and unkempt. We had coffee while sitting in the bed, and as I awakened, found ourselves kissing passionately with me unbuttoning her blouse. She got undressed quickly and got under the sheet as I removed my shorts. I went under the sheet and began caressing her breasts and abdomen with my hands and mouth. She had a very nice figure though her breasts and skin were not as firm as with younger women. At first she seemed uneasy as I explored her body, but she soon relaxed with her hands on my head and back as I moved beneath the sheet. I ran my mouth down her abdomen and my tongue into her navel, then along the straight scar to her pubic hair. Her vagina was not as wet as with other women and even after much licking she had to put KY jelly on my penis before it would slide in. She said she had given up on sex and had not been taking hormones since her hysterectomy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]During the time we were seeing each other she started taking hormones, but we often used the KY jelly, which was my first experience with artificial lubricants, as most of the young women I went with were quite wet by the time of insertion. But, Mrs. Robinson, as she began calling herself (from the movie "The Graduate"), turned the lubricant into a part of foreplay by stroking it onto my engorged penis. This mature woman of another generation would prove to be the most accomplished lover I had met at this time. She seldom dressed as casually as younger women, and it became such an excitement peeling her. She projected that middle age propriety, about to be debauched by the kid as I removed her jacket, blouse and bra, then roughly pulled off her skirt, slip and panties. She would sometimes forego wearing the more practical pantyhose so I could have the titillation of removing her nylons and garter belt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was adventuresome and we tried various positions; things I had never tried with other women. This was my first time fucking "dog style," approaching her rear while on my knees. Not being used to this it gave me a back ache the next day. We also coupled with me standing and holding her by the butt to my middle. We laughed together at some of the attempts that were too awkward, and were content to just lay together on the bed. She particularly enjoyed the brief time humping on top of my penis while I lay on my back, but got a leg cramp and had to give it up. Once, while walking along a deserted levee in Plaquemine Parish, we became amorous and impulsively had sex on the ground on the riverside of the levee. I remember the mosquitoes biting my butt, and my knees getting skinned on the rough ground, but these were lost in the act of passion. We also enjoyed oral sex together and she was the first person to suck my penis and put my balls in her mouth. She brought me to heights of lust, and apparently I rekindled a sexuality in her that had been dormant for a long time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I would often be aware of our age difference and wonder what Freud would have to say about sucking the breast of a woman four years older than my mother. Was it Oedipal or just an oral fixation? We would be lying naked in bed talking, and she would tell me things of her youth, like how it was in London during the bombings of WWII, and I realized that I was not yet born when she was a young woman.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There were sometimes awkward and comic moments of our generation difference. She would come to my house in her new Olds Cutlass to pick me up for a date, but I would drive while we were out together. She would slip me money in restaurants to pay for the meal, and there was one embarrassed young bartender who made the assumption that Mrs. R. was my mother, and had to squirm out of it when she told him we were lovers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Though I wasn't particularly promiscuous at this time, Mrs. R. knew that in my youthful abandon I would fuck another woman if the opportunity presented itself. We had no commitments to fidelity between us, but in the caution that comes with age, she was mostly concerned with contracting V.D., and felt she couldn't just run to a clinic and get antibiotics like a young person would.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What really brought home the generation spread was when I half jokingly asked her to introduce me to her very attractive 18-year-old daughter. In my youthful inexperience, I could see being intimate (at separate times) with a mother and her daughter, but I never realized the dynamic of that relationship that made Mrs. R. react so strongly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]We each grew in our own direction, and our affair diminished after I left the hospital, and we both pursued romance with those of our own generation. However, over the next couple of years we kept in touch, and though I was exploring things in the Hippie drug scene that Mrs. R. could not accept, we still had our common bond of sexual attraction and she would visit now[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and then, and we'd get together and see where the other was at.[/SIZE]

 

From my experiences guys who prefer older women are ones who have been screwed over by younger women and because of this now bare a mild to severe resentment towards them. Same goes for women who prefer older men. Basically, they just don't want to be screwed over again, so they stay away from the group that screwed them over and go after the opposing group because they think they're less likely to get screwed over. Also, these people tend to think they're more mature than their peers, so that's another reason why they seek someone older, in order for them to meet their maturity level.

I've also experienced people who simply just have a fetish of being with someone so much older or younger than them. They fantasize about this purely because it's somewhat taboo. It's not extremely taboo, especially if both parties are legal, but it will turn some heads and it will fuel some comments. People know this and some enjoy having this happen. Also, I've been told sex is different with someone much older or younger, not just in skill, but the person's demeanor or simply just how their older or younger body feels. And of course, I'm experienced people who just happened to get with someone much older or younger simply because it worked out with them, but they didn't seek it out. It just happened, you know.

What I have experienced the most of is the first two situations I explained. People just have been screwed over a lot by a certain age group, therefore they develop negative predispositions about that age group, therefore want to stay away from them, all while seeking another age group. And people just think they're so mature.

 

One of my favourites. I'd love to let her take charge.

 

I have always had a thing for older women and about 15 years ago I had a 4 year relationship with a woman old enough to be my mum.

She was one of the artists at a group were I am sometimes the life model. She asked if I would sit for her privately and it went from there and our relationship developed. I liked being with someone that really knew what they wanted and was very forthright, whilst she wanted someone noticeably young that was sort of a possession to show off, which she did.

She arranged an Ann Summers party for all her friends and work colleagues and I was there when the organisers arrived, so I was helping them in the house with there stuff and once in a made drinks and we're all just chatting when one of them said I hope your son is going out as it will get very loud and naughty later. To which she replied oh no, he's my lover and is going to be a nude waiter for the night and then said why are you still dressed!

She made me strip naked there and then, even though it was over an hour before anyone else was due to arrive the two reps looked rather uncomfortable, especially as once I was naked she basically fondled me in front of them.

 

Can't explain why but I to prefer older women too, don't get me wrong I love a young girl my age but there's something about the older women that gets me going differently, the idea that they are more experienced and they are in control when they are with a younger guy I think is what gets me..
I've never had any experience with an older woman but I've imagined having an older woman ride me and tell me what position to be on an how to do it gets me hard real quick.