When I was a teenager I somehow became a toyboy for a lady who was turning 30 years old. She gave me money and gifts for my company. Word got around and soon I was giving my time to many of her friends as well, who also gave me lots of nice things.
I'm not sure what they saw in me. The girls my age didn't see anything in me, but somehow they did. They told me they loved how young I made them feel, even though they doted on me and asked me to call them "mommy".
We would do activities that they used to do when they were my age but felt they couldn't do anymore without company. We went to the arcade and they would tell me all their memories of the place when they were my age and how things have changed too much.
When they used to get blue I knew exactly what to do. I would cuddle with them or bring them a hot drink and they would cry tears of both sadness and joy. They would tell me how difficult it was to turn 30 and advise me not to do it!
Then they would give me their love. Very heavy stuff and they often passed me around like I was a bag of sweets. It was exhausting but it was lot of fun! I loved their company too!
Many years later when I reached their age, I somehow got many younger ladies chasing after me, offering to give me money for my company. I scratched my head, trying to make sense of it.
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