Hot Older Ladies Novels & Stories

“I-I'm scared of dying...” Ms. Young's voice cracked upon her confession, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The seventy-year-old matriarch of the Young Family from the real-estate business had once again visited our hotel to avail my service. It's not a secret that I'm quite a star among widowed, old maiden, and all sorts of female guests who were senior citizens. I'm in charge of them in terms of pampering, listening, and comforting.

slipping into the cozy blanket, she hugged a soft toy and slowly drifted off towards sleep without knowing what the next day is going to bring to her. On the flip side, a hut located amidst the mountains surrounded by numerous trees and some clouds was looking like it was some kind of heaven was present and an old lady looking like she is in her seventies was sitting on a mattress in a room made up of wood and all the furniture was quite vintage styled. Another lady who looked like a maid in her fifties, approached the lady sitting on the mattress with a plate carrying some tea and afternoon snacks, and bowed respectfully. "Grand Empress, I brought herbal tea for you. I made it the way you l

, That old lady replies. Only not her dress is sophisticated as a maid, but also her conversation is also rich. Her accent resembles England's. The choice of her words and the style of addressing are heart-warming. No wonder, she has a lot of experience in her sector. The way she bowed to Erin as if she was bowing before her Lady. The old lady seems to be in her 70's or 80's. 'Age comes with experience', truly said. Erin nods her head in agreement noticing such a graceful manner of her. "She is a perfect example of a Lady's maid."

"You're not old! And you're a fine looking man. I've often thought your ex-wife was an idiot to let you go." "I have to say I agree with you there, baby. Now, which one of those geriatric goddesses was interested in me?" I couldn't keep the humor out of my voice. It had to be the cougar at the club, fifty if she was a day. Still looking good after some very expensive work, probably courtesy of an ex. She was definitely prowling. I shot her down gently, and noticed her at closing time on the arm of a very drunk twenty something, smirking like crazy as he latched down on one of her store bought boobs.

, I immediately oppose. "Well, sad, but true. There's a typical thought about women. While men are still called not-ageing in their 50s. Women are called old when they cross 30. I'm 44. We don't age like fine wine the way you guys do", she tells me and I can't really believe that statement. "I can't believe that because I have been literally enchanted by you the whole time we spent in the lobby", I say. Georgia immediately looks at me, tension building in her eyes. I hope I didn't speak too much. What happened to me suddenly?

I'm smiling, but it looks like I've done it again. "Is that what this is about?" she clamors, pulling back from the table, her tits bouncing as she fumes. "You got the taste of an older woman who needed your attention to make her feel young and now you're out to offer your services to other despondent older women? Well, mister, this is one older woman who doesn't need your mercy fuck!" She's starting to stand up again.

After she breathed in some oxygen, she looked much better. Lucy asked, "Are you feeling better?" The old lady looked like she was in her 90s. Her hair was gray, and her face was full of wrinkles. With that said, she looked very warm and kind. The old lady responded, "So much better. Thanks, young lady. I might not have had the chance to live past 100 years old if it wasn't for your help." Lucy looked at the old lady with a surprised expression. She asked, "Are you 99 years old?"

If I was giving him another chance, I needed to be sure that he wasn’t going to give up so easily. “Oh! I didn’t see you sitting there.” One of the older ladies said in surprise. Tilting my head back, I looked up at the lady and smiled. “You were always more focused on the men than you were on us females.” I teased. She was a sweet old lady, but I was sure that in her younger days, she enjoyed men a bit too much. Not that she ever denied it. I could remember even when I was younger, she would sit out on her front porch and watch the warrior’s train.

With a grin, I grabbed my notebook out of my apron and moved to the next table. “Hi, Girls!” I said cheerfully as I greeted Alice and Reena. The two elderly ladies couldn’t have been a day over seventy- five. Best friends, roommates, and having never married, you rarely saw one without the other. The ladies were in Abberly’s nearly every afternoon. “What will it be?” I asked. “Would you like the regular or do you want to spice things up?” Alice pursed her lips wickedly. “Unless you have found a way to get that boss of yours to lose his boxers, I am betting that there is nothing spicy around here going on at all.”

Linda, I would fuck her out. Miss. Linda is in her mid-forties , She looks serious and doesn't tolerate any students, She doesn't even give a extra mark if a student is not the verge of failing and she never gives another attendance if you miss one, But to be honest, that lady is hot, despite being older her body looked like she's 20,Smooth curvy hips, moderate breasts and the big ass, God! Looking at this lady always make me horny, Her husband is a processor in the same university but they pretend they don't know each other, what's up with that?