A 70 year old woman

Josh opened the door to find a scowling older white woman with grey hair. The scowl was immediately turned into a look of shocked horror and Josh remembered he was naked, his cock dripping his own and Saundra's juices.

"Calm down, Ma'am! Everything is fine," he said.

She shuddered, struggling with this idea.

"Everything is just fine," he continued. "You're safe and happy and not worried at all that I'm naked."

"Your voice..." she stammered. "It's so..."

"You like my voice," he told her. "You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Obeying my voice makes you happy."

She sighed and smiled, giving in entirely.

"Obeying your voice makes me happy!" She agreed.

Josh grinned. It was so satisfying seeing people fall under his control. If only she was younger...

Huh. He wondered.

"What's your name, Ma'am?" He asked.

"Deidre," she told him. "Deidre St. James."

"Come on in, Deidre," he told her. "I'd like to talk with you about something."

She brightened noticeably at the idea of him talking to her more and entered Saundra's office.

"Do you know Saundra and Ronnie?" He indicated the naked, freshly-fucked women. "I'm sure you agree they look great without their clothes on."

"Yes, they're beautiful!" The old woman agreed.

"Thank you, Mrs. St. James!" Said Saundra.

"Yes, that's kind of you," Ronnie agreed. "Did you come to see Mr. Fullmer about your investments?"

The old woman’s face fell and she looked back to Josh earnestly.

"Yes, but it’s no hurry, " she said. "You can talk to me as long as you want!"

"That's good, Deidre," he said. "The Fullmer family is a little occupied right now anyway. Do you have a lot of money invested here?"

"Yes, my late husband left me quite comfortable," she said.

"So comfortable Mr. Fullmer manages her account personally!" Saundra clarified.

"Well that is interesting! That makes me want to talk with you even more, Deidre," Josh said, making the old woman very happy.

"I REALLY like to listen to your voice!" She said, then giggled. "I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Josh, Deidre, " he said. "I'm Ronnie's son, actually. I think I'm going to call you DeeDee. I can call you DeeDee, right DeeDee?"

"Of course you can call me DeeDee!" She agreed.

"How old are you, DeeDee?" He aked.

"I'm 70," she said.

Josh nodded.

"Can you do me a favor. DeeDee?" He asked.

"Of course! Anything!" the old woman pledged.

"Please get younger for me, DeeDee," he said.

"Get...younger?" She asked. "I...how?"

"Just try, DeeDee," he encouraged. "Try for me. You can do it. Just, 5 years, say. Be 5 years younger. 65. You remember 65, right? Be how old you were then."

Eager to obey his voice, she screwed up her face in concentration. And she did subtly change, her face getting a little less gaunt, her back a little less bent.

She gasped and looked anxiously at Josh.

"Did I do it?" She asked, hopefully.

"I think so," he said. "Do you feel younger?"

"I...I do!" She exclaimed. I feel stronger! And my back...my back feels so much better! Thank you, Josh!"

"No, thank you, DeeDee!" He said. "I'm so glad to know you can do it if I ask! But if you can lose 5 years, surely you can lose 15! Can you turn 50 for me, DeeDee? Please turn 50 for me now."

"Yes Sir!" She agreed and squinted in concentration and her cheeks began to plump up, her sagging tits began to rise, her grey hair darkened and took on auburn tints.

"Did my father ever ask someone to do anything like this, Ronnie?" He asked his mother as she stepped closer to him to watch his work.

"Not that I ever saw," she admitted. "He mostly just asked women to grow bigger tits. He was kind of obsessed with them, really."

"Yeah," I said, fondly patting her perfect jugs.

"How's that?" DeeDee asked in a noticeably younger voice.

"How does it feel?" He asked the 50-year-old.

"It feels great!" She exclaimed, then hopped up and down. "My knees don’t even hurt!"

"That's great, DeeDee!" He said. "But if you can be 50, surely you can be 30."

Her eyes sparkled at the suggestion.

"Do you want me to be 30, Josh?" She asked, hopefully.

"Be 30, DeeDee," he commanded. "Go back to 30 for me."

"Yes!" She exclaimed and sweat beaded on her forehead as she wittled away years, her hair becoming a lush, thick mane, her skin becoming smooth and flawless.

"How do you like that?" She asked, panting with the exertion. "Did I get to 30?"

"You look 30 to me!" he confirmed. "You look like a total MILF!"

"I look like a total MILF!" She agreed, then frowned. "What's a MILF?"

"It means a Mother I'd Like to Fuck," Saundra volunteered. "And having recently become bisexual, I must say I agree with Josh!"

The newly 30-year-old blushed furiously.

"She is tasty-looking," Ronnie agreed. "But isn’t she a bit overdressed. Josh?"

"I was just thinking that, Mom!" He agreed. "Be a sweetheart and strip down naked for us, DeeDee."

"Yes, of course!" She agreed and quickly shed her rich old-lady pantsuit with nimble fingers. She struggled a bit to remove a bra that wasn't made to contain her fuller 30-something bust, but at last, she was as naked as the rest of them.

"So, do we all still think DeeDee is a MILF?" Josh asked.

"Oh lord yes!" Saundra opined.

"I wouldn't kick her out of bed," Ronnie asserted.

"And do you think you're a MILF, DeeDee?" He asked.

"Do you want me to think I'm a MILF, Josh?" She asked, thoroughly addicted to him telling her what to be and do.

"Well, I want you to believe you're fuckable," he said. "You are fuckable, aren’t you DeeDee?"

"I'm SO fuckable!" She declared, running her hands up and down her youthened body. "I made myself fuckable for YOU! Because you asked! I'll do ANYTHING you ask, Josh!"

It was very clear what she wanted him to ask her to do next.

But Josh had other ideas.

"I know you will, DeeDee. And since I'm fully stocked with fuckable MILFs," he said, squeezing Saundra and Ronnie's asses. "I'm going to ask you to get even younger. "

DeeDee smiled broadly.

"How much younger?" She asked.

"My age," he said. "18. Will you turn into a horny little teenager for me, DeeDee? Just for fun?"

"YESSS! Oh God yes!" She exclaimed and immediately went to work wittling away the years by **** of will, eyes clenched tight.

"Did I do it?" Asked the naked girl with long auburn hair and big green eyes asked.

"Oh, you did it, alright, DeeDee, " josh grinned. "No the only question is, what do we do with a 70-year-old horny teenager?"