Erotic Mature Women Stories Novels & Stories

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

My breasts swayed beneath me, nipples dragging against the mat with every jolt, adding sparks to the fire. They didn’t slow down, they just kept pumping deeper, steady, claiming strokes that stretched and filled and owned every inch of me…until I was trembling on the edge again, sobbing for release they still refused to give. The mat was rough against my cheek, my ass still high, body trembling from the relentless finger-fucking in both holes. The fingers in my pussy curled one last time, hard, before pulling out with a wet slide that left me clenching around nothing. The ones in my ass pulled out slower, twisting on the exit, making me gasp at the empty ache.

The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down filled the room. “Fill me up,” she demanded. Her voice stayed low but firm. Jasper thrust up into her. Her tight walls squeezed him perfectly. Juices ran down his balls with every bounce. Vivienne ground her clit against him on each drop. Her red hair fell around her face. She moaned his name softly. Jasper creampied her again and again. Hot cum pumped deep inside her. She shook with her own orgasm each time. They stayed connected afterward, catching their breath.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

“Like a fucking champion.” “This ass is perfect,” Rickard groaned, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “So fucking tight around my cock.” Marcus pulled his cock from her mouth, letting her breathe for a second. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his shaft. “Tell them,” he ordered her, his eyes blazing. “Tell them what you want.” Liza, gasping, her mind swimming in sensation, found the words. “I want… all your cocks,” she rasped. “I want you to… use every hole… fuck me until you’re empty…”

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.

A man is fucking a woman who’s laid out like a goddamn goddess on this throne-like chair. Her eyes are rolled back, mouth open and moaning, her hands gripping the arms of the chair she’s holding on for dear life or about to rocket into space. Raw, unfiltered, goddamn intense—it hits low and deep, and I don’t know whether to gasp or just burn. Because this? This is hot. Way too hot.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

“Next lesson—compliments that make her pussy throb. Tell me what you want to do to my breasts. Be specific. Be filthy. Shy boys stay virgin. Bold boys get to hear a woman moan their name.” I stared at her cleavage, pulse racing. My thumbs unconsciously stroked her hips in small circles. “I… I want to… touch them,” I whispered. “Kiss them. Suck on your nipples until they’re hard… and maybe… maybe squeeze them while I…” I couldn’t finish. The embarrassment was too much. But Elara just smiled wider, running her fingers through my hair soothingly. “Keep going,” she encouraged, her voice like velvet. “Tell me everything. We have all night, and I’m going to turn you into a man who knows exactly ho