So, in the course of the study, scientists at the University of Massachusetts found that in the period from 50 to 65 years, most women experience a decline in sexual activity or they completely cease to be interested in intimacy. But after 70 years, the ladies are experiencing a real rebirth.

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Scientists have found that at this very respectable age, old women stop thinking about knitting and grandchildren and are increasingly interested in intimacy. So, in the course of the survey, more than 50% of respondents over the age of 70 admitted that sex is a very significant side of their life.

At the same time, among women, whose age is in the range of 55-69 years, only 43% are interested in intimate life. Scientists believe that the increase in libido is due to the fact that in old age women are no longer burdened with worries about their careers or relatives.

Moreover, there is no risk of getting pregnant. Therefore, ladies focus on their own pleasures. After the bold statement of scientists, men will surely begin to pay closer attention to old women who were previously unfairly ignored.

At the same time, scientists have found that single old women are most active in sex - that is, those who do not have a partner or whose spouse is already, due to age, unable to have sexual intercourse.

However, as sexologist Oleg Shevchenko notes, such scientific discoveries can negatively affect a person. "There is a need to comply with other standards declared. In other words, if everyone around says that they are having an active sex life in old age, then a specific person who is not capable of such actions and does not feel the need for them will feel a certain inferiority." expert "Moskovsky Komsomolets".

The sexologist emphasizes that the age of sexual activity is a very individual concept. Therefore, you should not risk your health and, for the sake of stereotypes, try to increase libido in some unnatural way - for example, medication.

"I was spoiled by love" If you think that my grandmother is a wicked, vicious woman, you are very wrong. She is the standard of good breeding and elegance, restraint and intelligence. It just so happened that my grandmother raised her daughter - my mother - without a husband. Some young scoundrel, having seduced a young excellent student, disappeared forever as soon as he found out about her pregnancy. Mourning broken dreams, Granny took fate into her own hands. She gave birth in spite of strict parents, who talked about her shame day and night, and devoted all of herself to her only daughter. This beauty had many admirers, but she was adamant: "No more man will enter my life!" And then I appeared in my grandmother's life - “her main man”. I heard this phrase from my grandmother, probably a million times. My mother also doted on me, but unlike a strict granny, she greatly encouraged male courtship, which is why she often quarreled with her grandmother, who believed that pride was the main thing in a woman.

Youthful passions My grandmother and I were great friends. I had no secrets from her, she knew about all my crush, starting from kindergarten. When, in the ninth grade, a frenzied interest in girls woke up in me, I did not know what to do with myself. I always thought that I could make anyone my girlfriend. Maybe it would have been so, but I began to need girls so much, I wanted them to like them so much that I just got lost in their presence. Oddly enough, but it was my grandmother who helped me in all the delicate issues. When I confessed to her that I was a complete layman in relationships with women, she taught me to like him. Day after day, we had frank conversations with her about what a woman wants. Granny revealed to me all her secrets, the secrets of her friends, told other people's confessions, which she, as a doctor, listened to her fill. And gradually my wise grandmother moved on to the most important thing that interested me then - how to seduce a woman. I will not retell all the intimate details of our home lessons on erogenous zones and arousal. The main thing happened when I lost my head from my grandmother as a woman. I begged her ... And everything happened - for real.

It was only once After the night my beautiful grandmother made me a man, our relationship changed. Not spoiled, no. But since then she never again spoke to me on "free" topics and did not even allow herself to be hugged. To my offended bewilderment, my grandmother answered very sharply: “It was a lesson, and nothing more. The training is over, you now know all the secrets of women. You don’t need me anymore. ” You cannot imagine how I suffered, yearned for her. It even seemed to me that I was in love. But my grandmother quickly put everything in its place. I started it very soon - for the first time in my life! - a lover. Then she had a second admirer, then another one, it seemed to burst through her. She ceased to be an exemplary grandmother, and I ceased to be an exemplary grandson. And with her light hand, I got a bunch of girlfriends, having the reputation of a cool lover. But still, in all honesty, no one, not even my fiancee, can compare with my first woman, loved since childhood.

(Events take place in Tula from 1964-1994)

This erotic novel in 36 stories is based on the diaries of Eugene Schwartz, who emigrated to Israel in early 1994. In this work, the names and surnames of the heroes and specific places of certain historical actions have been changed, the time of unfolding events has been changed in some way. And the rest, I assure you everything is pure and frank, true, although very bitter in some places, but ...
At that distant time, the settlement of Tula did not particularly differ from other similar provincial Russian cities. He was not too religious, rather patriarchal traditions, with old habits and new young talents emerging. And therefore, all these incredible events could happen in any corner of Russia, with any little boy, and later with a young man, a man. But all the same, most of these stories happened directly in Tula and, not with anyone, namely with Zhenya Schwartz. Many adult men and women probably no, no, and they will remember similar cases from their distant childhood and early youth. There will, of course, be orthodox readers who will pretend to be indignant and say that this has never happened to them at all and this, in essence, cannot be. But I just don't believe them!
Please make yourself comfortable and get to know each other. This little boy's name is Zhenya Schwartz. Five months ago he turned four whole years. He lived with his mom and dad in the working-class district of the city of Tula, in a small house at 51 Shtykovaya Street, in the courtyard. Zhenya huddled in his tiny walk-through room and slept in his new small single bed, which he had dreamed of for so long, because before that he had been resting for several years on a homemade creaky wooden cot with the formidable name "goats."
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It was an ordinary early summer morning, and on the calendar June 7, 1964, Sunday. Through a sweet dream, Zhenya heard not a loud and not hasty conversation between Baba Mani and his mother.
“You can't take him with you, he's already big,” said the grandmother.
- The last time I was just dumbfounded when I saw his eyes. The way he looked at me, I was even ashamed. He goggled his little eyes, grabbed them into my crotch and looks, looks.
“Why are you a mother, he’s still quite a child, and how can he understand anything, even funny,” Zhenya’s mother answered.
“But all the same, you no longer need to take him with you to the women's bathhouse,” Baba Manya insisted.
“Does he have a father?” She reasoned aloud.
- Yes, - the grandmother answered to herself.
- Let Semyon take him with him to the men's bathhouse.
Zhenya was already there, completely forgot how he and his mother and grandmother went to the bathhouse last time, but this involuntarily overheard conversation suddenly made his tenacious childhood memory return one spring Sunday morning.
Zhenya stretched sweetly, rolled over on his stomach and, half asleep, vivid memories floated before his eyes. Indeed, it was so pleasant, pleasant that I did not want to wake up. Zhenya remembered how he and his mother and grandmother washed in the city bath. How, quickly undressing him first, mother and grandmother undressed again, sitting on the bench in the dressing room, and he ran to the door leading to the bathhouse itself, in order to draw as much cool air as possible into the lungs in front of her and with him burst into the unbearable heat.
Mom and grandmother, taking Zhenya by the hands, the three of them entered the hot and humid room. Dense clouds of steam walked like clouds driven by a strong wind. Cold drops of water, falling from the ceiling on the head and shoulders, bit strongly like angry mosquitoes, filling the room of the common women's bath with some kind of fabulously strange, rather mysterious atmosphere. Almost nothing was visible, only barely noticeable in a white pair, naked bodies of people flashed. Mom and grandmother took Zhenya by the arms to the bath bed and, sitting on it, took iron gangs and, filling them with hot water, were the first to start soaping themselves with a thick whipped, like vanilla marshmallow, white foam. For some reason, they had especially a lot of it in their armpits and lower abdomen. It hung in large pieces, like cotton wool, and reminded Zhenya the beard of "Santa Claus" who came to congratulate him at home on New Year's. From time to time curly black hair stood out through this cotton wool. Zhenya thought even then: "That's great! Panties, probably, do not need to be worn and it is so warm, and the wind will not blow into your armpits when you rush around the yard on a bicycle!"
He even laughed and began to fidget on the trestle bed.
“Sit quietly,” Mom said, and her soapy hand reined in Zhenya.
Naked aunts and adult girls walked past them with gangs filled with hot water, and Zhenya saw how their tits jumped, swayed from side to side while walking, splashing water droplets flying from their steamed tips. Zhenya was sitting on a stone trestle bed and rubbing his hands, feet and chest with a barbed washcloth and soap. He purposely lathered a lot of foam on himself in order to somehow hide from two dozen prying eyes of the opposite sex, which, as it seemed to him, did nothing, but only looked at him. Grandmother stood in front of him and, squeezing egg shampoo into her palm, cheerfully commanded:
- Quickly close your eyes, otherwise it will pinch! - and like a cat grabbed his head with both hands, rubbing the shampoo with firm fingers.
- Can't you open your eyes? - asked the grandmother.
- No, - answered Zhenya.
“Now I’ll pour warm water on you from the gang,” she explained. And the warm, pleasant water rolled hard, but quickly on top of Zhenya's head. Zhenya opened his eyes, and wow ... right in front of his nose, shimmering, shivering and slightly moving a hairy, curly, black, slightly triangular ball, from which a barely noticeable dark path of tiny hairs stretched up his plump belly to the navel. It was a real grandmother's squeak. She was so shaggy that Zhenya could barely make out the darkening vertical fold going from the lower abdomen to the crotch. In it, the hairs were especially thick, they twisted into small pigtails along which, like on the grooves, soapy streams flowed down, and droplets of water hung at its very ends. And this "grandmother's miracle" ended with a fur comb, similar to grandmother's big hairbrush, sticking out between the legs. He curled up light cilia in the left and right groins of his slightly tanned, smooth thighs. And the side dark hairs of this "miracle" slightly reached the rounded bones of the forty-three-year-old, elastic, wide grandmother's pelvis. Zhenya was numb. He had never seen anything like it. He himself did not understand what attracted him so.
- Well, hairs and hairs, what's wrong with that, Zhenya thought. But there was something in those hairs, pigtails, fold, comb and eyelashes that made Zhenya want to look and look at them, he wanted to stroke his grandmother's squeak like a black fluffy kitten, and maybe even snuggle up to her and kiss her. But not as a squeak, but as a part of the body of his beloved grandmother or as a kitten, but Zhenya did not dare to do this. He suddenly felt scared, and his chest gurgled.
His numbness was cut short by a new flurry of warm water from the gang, and Zhenya breathed out with relief:
- Ugh…
- Not hot? - asked the grandmother.
“No…,” he drawled, stuttering slightly.
“What's the matter with you?” She asked.
- Nothing, - replied Zhenya.
- Enough to look at one point, "a little cold", - said grandmother Manya and turned Zhenya's head away from her with her hand.
- Well, then the granddaughters lie on their tummy, on the trestle bed, now I will wash your back, - notified the grandmother. Zhenya lay down obediently on his stomach. His face was in front of Mom's back. Mom was sitting in front of him, rubbing her legs with a washcloth and talking to a girl. While soaping the heels and feet, she periodically leaned forward, and a new miracle opened up to Zhenya's eyes, a new mystery of the female naked body. At this moment, Zhenya did not perceive the person sitting with his back to him as his mother. In fact, it seemed to him that this was not a mother, but someone else's aunt, and she did not notice him, that Zhenya was absolutely invisible.
- Zhenya thought to himself - ought to tell Shurka and Sanka about this, so they will envy!
Grandmother, meanwhile, began to lather his back, ass, legs. Coming closer to the head, Baba Manya carefully rubbed Zhenya's neck and shoulders with a slippery, spiky washcloth. Near Zhenya's right cheek, lightly touching it, two grandmothers sissy swayed fleshyly. They were big and heavy, beautiful, as it seemed to Zhenya. On their tips were dark red circles slightly smaller than a shoe polish jar lid, with multiple small pimples, and in the middle of these circles were two cherry-colored nipples, the size of my mother's thimble. These sissy nipples tickled his cheek every now and then, and one clung to Zhenya's right nostril, while the sissy swayed, hitting each other, slightly making a smacking wet sound. Drops of water and odorous grandmother's sweat collected on the nipples swollen from the hot bath and fell on Zhenya's lips. He, licking them, licked off the taste of baked milk with honey. Zhenya closed his eyes, slightly opening his mouth, and the left nipple slipped over his lips and tongue, leaving a feeling of its elasticity and sweetness. Turning his head and resting his chin on the stone trestle bed, Zhenya began to look at his mother’s ass. Only now he saw that it was smooth and round, divided into two identical halves. She spontaneously on each of them moved left to right, back and forth, expelling small soap bubbles from under her.
- Wow, you, - whispered Zhenya and smiled. Mom leaned forward once again, and a "mysterious creature" appeared in front of his child's eyes. This "creature" looked like a large river shell, two-fold, such Zhenya found in the flooded lakes of the Oka River last summer, when he went with his parents to pick mushrooms near the town of Aleksin.
- Exactly, it was a shell, - he decided, only it was all overgrown with curled hair, and between the two large swollen doors protruded a small finger.
- Yeah, it means that the mother's squeak is growing, just like mine, but still quite small, - Zhenya thought.
“Roll over on your back,” said the grandmother, and Zhenya rolled over. His squeak began to brazenly stick up like a young acorn, leaning on two unripe peas, and looked like a funny addition next to the female forms of mom and grandmother. Baba Manya turned her back to Zhenya and, leaning forward, began to wash his feet with a washcloth. Zhenya gripped his grandmother's ass with his eyes. She was more of my mother's. Her well-fed rolls, like little humps, rose a little to the waist, and her whole bottom resembled two down pillows. From the lower part of the halves of it protruded two flat shaggy wings, firmly stuck to the damp thighs, between which, shamelessly like a crescent, rolled out two hairy bagels of a rich color. And everything that used to be covered with a fur ridge in front, now for Zhenya opened in close-up, turned at different angles. Hairy ruddy steering wheels ended right next to the hole of the priests, which was slightly tucked around with a dark plush fluff. Zhenya turned his gaze to the grandmother's sissy. Squeezing into the circle of Zhenya's legs, together with a washcloth, they dragged around them back and forth, rubbing them to a shine, pleasantly crushing, knocking Zhenya's knees off with nipples-thimbles. Then, with two heavy weights, they dragged along Zhenya's protruding acorn. Zhenya shouted:
“It tickles!” And laughed.
- Well, then everything else is mine, - said grandmother Manya and went towards the shower stalls.
The hot steam sank so low that the bodies of the people were visible only to the waist. And Zhenya looked at the trail of the leaving grandmother, admiring how she walked, wagging her round steamed ass.
“Mom, let me wash your back!” Zhenya declared cheerfully.
- Wash, - answered my mother and lay down on her stomach. Zhenya took a washcloth. He began to slowly move along the back, simultaneously touching all his fingers to his hot mother's figure. The hand walked along the sides of the body, bending around the bulging balls on half of the covered hard tits, jumped over the halves of the rounded priests, slightly touching the pliable lamb hairs sticking out guiltily from the inside of the meat buns moved together. Zhenya liked it very much. He again washed the washcloth in the gang and once again ran it along the bottom, thereby washing off all the foam from the beautiful hairs and saw how they twisted into crazy hair spirals, while experiencing something bashful and proud.
- Thank you, - said my mother, sitting down in the same place. Zhenya looked at the showers. From the thick swirling steam, legs walked towards him, then the lower half of the grandmother. She carried her body easily, a black cocked hat squeak with the edges of a double-sided ridge grabbed one and then the other thighs. Still flowing streams of water furrowed her resinous hairy pussy, she moved as she walked, as if alive, quickly approached Zhenya's face, becoming larger, larger and larger. I touched my nose and softly crashed into my forehead, lips, cheeks!
“Oh!” Cried the grandmother.
“You can't see anything in such a fog!” She continued.
- Zhenya, did I hurt you?
“No, granny,” he said affectionately.
- And in my heart I sang and danced. He also kissed "grandmother's miracle."
“Hurray!” Zhenya shouted silently.
*
- Zhenya, Zhenya, son ... get up, - mother sang softly in her ear.
- It's morning already. Get together with your dad in the bath, otherwise you have become dirty like pigs, - she added.
- Will you and your grandmother wash with us? - asked Zhenya.
- No, son, my grandmother and I will wash separately. And after kissing him on the forehead, mom and grandmother went out the door.
“That's great,” Zhenya shouted and got out of bed.
City bath # 1 was not far from their house, so Zhenya and his father went on foot. They walked along Arsenalnaya, then Komsomolskaya Street, past Khlebozavod No. 3 and came to the intersection of Maxim Gorky and Oktyabrskaya Streets. A large steamer, letting in white steam, stood on a hillock, between dilapidated houses, a city bath.
- Finally, I will wash with the peasants, - Zhenya thought, holding his father's hand, and skipping alongside him, trying to keep up.
They went straight to the second floor of the bathhouse. Father was met by an uncle in a white coat. Dad told him:
- Hello Uncle Vanya!
- Hello, - Uncle Vanya answered dryly. Father gave him 20 kopecks for two, it was half the price of tickets, and Uncle Vanya accompanied them to the shower.
- Hurray, - Zhenya shouted, running into a separate shower room. It was clean and comfortable there, just him and dad.
Zhenya was washing himself in the shower, and out of the corner of his eye he examined Dad's squeak. It was long and thick, like a large "sausage", open and you could see a round head with a hole in the center. Around the "sausage" grew thick black jungle, and on either side of it dangled, just dangling two huge testicles, with sparse hair like springs. Zhenya examined his squeak and thought:
- I wish she'd grow up as big as my dad's. Then I would definitely show it to my mother and grandmother, they would definitely like it.
- E-he-he, - Zhenya said on the exhale.
Arriving home, their mother met them and, smiling, asked Zhenya:
- Have my pink piglets washed themselves?
“Yes!” Zhenya answered.
“Well, then let's drink tea with gingerbread,” she said, and went to put the samovar in the kitchen. Zhenya ran after her and, bowing his head, quietly asked: "Mom, why don't you have a squeak like Dad and I have?" Mom looked at him, laughed for a long time, and then answered:
- Long, long ago, when I was a little girl, I also had a squeak. But one summer, it was very hot, I did not obey my mother and did not put on panties. So, a big dog running past bit off my squeak!
“Really?” Zhenya asked in surprise and dismay.
- And your grandmother too?
“And at my grandmother’s,” Mom repeated, laughing.
- Mom, and I will never walk without panties, - assured Zhenya.
“That's good,” Mom said.
And the four of them drank hot aromatic tea with gingerbread, and Zhenya was very happy that he had such good ones: mom, dad and grandmother.

If you like older women and you feel the need for the strong-willed and gentle hand of an experienced "mom", you probably have more than once come up with the idea of ​​seducing such an adult lady. You can be attracted to her by anything: her experience, mental maturity, responsibility, character, facial contours and body shapes. Do not be afraid of this if your interest in an adult woman is stronger than your craving for young girls. For you, after all, she is charming and attractive, you play the most daring stories with her in your mind, so why not try to seduce her?

Unlike young girls, whose life experiences are usually very limited, older women tend to know what they want. They know what makes them attractive, what men pay attention to, what to wear and how to present themselves. This is good because you are much less likely to have to listen to her naive experiences on the topic: "No one understands me" or "I don't know what to wear." In addition, it is generally more pleasant and interesting to communicate with such a lady than with a capricious young beauty with an unformed outlook on life.

Sexual attraction in mature women is usually higher than in their twenties. If they liked a man, they can easily approach him and start provoking him with gestures, intonations, and posture. Therefore, if you are experiencing a strong craving for a certain person, perhaps this is partially due to her.

How to seduce an experienced lady

The first thing to do in order to seduce any woman you like is to go up to her and get to know her. If you quietly stand on the sidelines and just watch her, without even trying to show minimal activity, your fantasies will remain fantasies. Therefore, pull yourself together and act boldly.

To seduce a woman, make her feel special, desired, show interest in her. Show her that you like her and you feel sexually attracted to her, and then, if it's mutual, you may not even have to put in a lot of effort: she will do the rest herself.

What problems can await you in a relationship with an accomplished woman

A woman in years usually has her own habits and outlook on life. To this are also attached: a well-established circle of friends, friends, relatives, possibly children, husbands and lovers, problems at work ... Besides you, she, as a rule, has many more things to do. And in you she can see an eternal "boy" who needs to be brought up, to take care of, to teach everything all the time, but who pampers her with his attention and satisfies her sexual hunger. In addition, you should prepare for unexpected, sometimes unpleasant reactions to your relationship from other people. Are you ready for such challenges?

Being a young grandmother is quite unusual. Often such grandmothers were very young mothers in their time. We will learn about the young grandmothers of Brazil and who was the youngest grandmother in history.

The youngest grandmother in history

The name of the youngest grandmother in history is Mum-zi. She was born in Nigeria in 1884. At eight years and four months, the girl became a mother, giving birth to a daughter. The same, also gave birth very early. She was eight years and eight months old at the time. Thus, Mum-zi became a grandmother at only seventeen.

It sounds incredible, but it turns out that when Mum-zi's peers were preparing for the prom, she was already raising her grandson.

Brazilian young grannies

The young grandmothers of Brazil deserve special attention. There is a special beauty contest for them in this country. Women participate in it, about whom you cannot even say that they are grandmothers. The age of the participants is from forty years. The competition is called "Abuela". It is fascinating how these beautiful women look, how they take care of themselves. They can be a great example of what grandmothers can look like.

Young grannies are done by young moms

To become a young grandmother, one must first become a young mother. Every girl who became a mother at a young age can in the future apply for the title of a young grandmother, in the event that her child continues the tradition she started. According to the site, the youngest mother in medical history is Lina Medina, a native of Peru. When she gave birth, she was not even 6 years old. There is a detailed one on our website.

Young grandmothers often boast of their age. Children of young parents are usually glad that they can communicate with them, as with friends, in the same language. Young grandmothers are full of strength and enthusiasm, care for children is still close in memory, the problems of a young mother are clear, so such grandmothers often become the first helpers to their children who become parents early.

The opposite situation also happens. Having become a young grandmother, a woman does not think that she should devote herself to her grandchildren in adulthood, she has her own goals. Often they motivate this by the fact that they have already put the child on his feet and now can only take up their own life. Sometimes the emphasis on the word "young" is not put at all, and young grandmothers do not make a problem out of the fact that they are now grandmothers. These women simply proceed from the situation in the family at the time of the birth of their grandson.

Psychologists advise young grandmothers not to worry about the fact that diapers will appear in the family again and so early in the family, taking care of a small child, again they will have to get up at night. It is important to remember that, first of all, a newborn is not your child, but the child of your daughter or son. After all, children should also take place, and one should not resist this. The task of a young grandmother, according to experts, is to be herself, adore grandchildren and get a lot of positive emotions from communicating with a small new family member. It is important to remember that it is not about age, the main thing is the state of a young and cheerful soul.

The youngest grandmother in the world

The title of the youngest grandmother in the world was awarded to Rifka Stanescu. At the age of eleven, she ran away from home to her lover. The young man was only thirteen years old - this is Ionel Stanescu. They merried. Rifka became pregnant and at twelve she already became a mother, having given birth to a girl. She named her daughter Maria. A year later, her son Nikolai was also born.

When Maria grew up, she decided to follow her mother's example. At eleven she became pregnant, at twelve she gave birth to a boy. They named him Jonah. Rifka's daughter did not finish school, which is why the young mother was worried, wishing for her daughter a different fate. According to the youngest grandmother, she would like her daughter to achieve something more in life than just motherhood.

Rifka became the grandmother of little Jonah at twenty-three. She says she is happy to be a grandmother. The whole family lives in the Roma community. Such early marriages are not uncommon there. Gypsies have such traditions. Surprisingly, when Jonah was only two years old, he was betrothed to a girl who was eight at the time. If they marry and have a child at a young age, Rifka may well become the youngest great-grandmother.

Rifka said that when she was two years old, she was already engaged, but at eleven she fell in love with her future husband, to whom she fled, despite the engagement and the will of her parents. The girl's young husband, at thirteen, was already working as a jewelry seller.

The fact is that in the culture of the gypsies virginity is highly valued. After spending her first night with Ionel, she almost gave up her engagement to another young man. Parents had to break the agreement and give their daughter in marriage to Stanescu. At first, Rifka's father, out of indignation, attacked his future son-in-law with a knife. Over time, the relationship improved. When Ionel and Rifka had their first child, the young man's family paid the dowry to Rifka's parents in full. So the conflict was settled.

It is known that until recently the record belonged to another young grandmother. She is from the UK and became a grandmother at twenty-six. There is a woman in America who became a grandmother at twenty-eight. She became a mother at thirteen, and her daughter gave birth to a child at fourteen.
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