The Retirement Home
Copyright© 2026 by Jim Priest
Chapter 1: The Short Cut
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Short Cut - Shortcut leads Bobby & friends to a painful encounter with dominant older women.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual FemaleDom
I was hanging out at the weekend with ‘Super-rod’ Johnson, Chris Moye and Glen (he preferred to be called ‘Judo Boy’) in the new part of town. We were mainly looking at the girls from the new builds and failing to chat them up. Actually they were interested in ‘Super-rod’ as usual. It’s like females can sense when a guy is well-hung, lucky bastard, but Glen was putting them off with his bragging.
We decided to walk back to the older part of town where we live. It was quite a trek through the labyrinth of streets of the new builds. Glen told us that someone had informed him of a short cut through a retirement home that had just been built. I wasn’t keen.
“Isn’t that trespassing?” I asked.
“Don’t be a wimp, Priest, or I’ll have to beat you up,” he replied. “I’m told the doors are unlocked during the day. A public right of way they had to uphold.”
“Through a building!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
I looked to the others to back me up but they just looked down at the pavement to avoid Glen’s baleful gaze.
“Through the basement level where the footpath used to be before they plonked that horrible modern building on top. OK?” he glared at me.
“OK,” I mumbled back.
“Same reason there’s no surveillance cameras on that floor.”
That didn’t sound right to me but kept my mouth closed.
Glen led the way to the home then took us down some steps at the side to a lower level and a door. Sure enough the lock was unlocked.
“No cameras either,” he smirked at me as I followed him in.
As though he knew where to go, which I doubted, Glen took us down a corridor that continued in a straight line from where we had entered. It ended at another door. Peering through the glass panel we saw a large room full of gym equipment.
“It’s a gym” I remarked.
“They put it in for the oldies to keep fit but I doubt they use it,” he replied. “I can see the exit door at the end.”
Without thinking, Glen opened the door and marched right in with the rest of us following. Rather than being empty there were quiet a few old biddies, some wearing quite revealing sportswear, exercising on what looked like state of the art machinery with weights too large and heavy for retired women. Suddenly a silver short-haired woman blocked our way. Petite with a plump looking body, that some might cruelly call overweight, and a grumpy stern old woman face. She wore a short white satin wrap-around night-gown with a black belt tied around her middle and matching pyjama trousers. The resemblance to a martial arts gi unnerved me although it seemed unlikely for the way that top thrust forwards dramatically and low hanging made it clear that this old woman had an absolutely enormous pair of breasts. I’m not the type to lust after old women but this old granny was stacked in a way that caused my dick to twitch. As though reading my mind, she loosened the top to show off a dramatic cleavage plunging between the sides of her full low hanging breasts. That caused a stiffening in my groin that forced me to concentrate only on her face, although it was difficult not to glance down!.
More elderly women began to crowd around us.
“I bagsy the one with the big dick,” said a large stocky women with a sturdy-looking body with broad shoulders and strange bulging shapes stretching the sleeves of her blouse and cardigan. It made her look powerful and intimating that stirred unwanted feelings in my groin and a strong feeling of not wanting to mess with her. She stared hungrily at the front of Super-rod’s trousers. I told you, women seemed to have a built-in radar for that sort of thing. These grannies made me uneasy and nervous.
“We need to get out of here, now,” I hissed at Glen.