Hot Older Ladies Novels & Stories

He seemed puzzled but shrugged and let us into what looked to be a large living room. A large coal fireplace sat embedded into one of the wider walls, though it wasn’t on because of the summer heat. Next to it was a single sofa chair and a rocking chair. Within was an ancient woman. I couldn't guess as to her age, but she had to be at least in her eighties or nineties. As with the guards, I couldn’t smell the old lady, either. It was strange.

“Huh?” “I mean, you’re not the only one here.” “Tsk. Crazy woman.” He whispered. “What was that? Are you muttering something?” “Nothing. Just keep your mouth shut so people don’t think you’re insane.” “Excuse me?! You’ve been calling me crazy this whole time!” “Don’t make a scene here, old lady.” “What? Old lady? Me? Excuse me, mister, for your information—I’m only 30! Hot, young, wild, and free! You’ve got some nerve!”

Maya was deeply drowned in her thoughts, so she didn’t notice the old lady sitting next to her until she spoke. “It is so hot!” The elderly lady beside her suddenly exclaimed. Maya took a glance at the woman sitting next to her. She looked to be in her late 60’s, but she was not sure since the woman seemed like someone who took good care of herself. Maya smiled stiffly, ‘How can it not be hot if you are still wearing a coat?’ She thought to herself. The woman was wearing a very thick yellow striped coat that got a lot of attention. She even wore black gloves. From her looks, you would think this lady was living in Iceland.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

But no, it felt like working here as not just a stripper but their sex slave was the only thing keeping them alive. “And the older women?” I inquired once more, trying to understand how she had sidestepped this question the first time. Princess took a moment to clear her throat, inhaling deeply. She responded honestly, saying, “From what I’ve heard, older women have to work for a certain age before they stop performing out there. If a woman is in her late 40s or in her 50s, she would be taken to certain places. No one knows what becomes of them.”

Tonight, it mixed with the faint scent of his own nervous sweat. Cindy was 28, a stunning NY model, she was a beauty with smooth tanned skin, full DD breasts that strained against any top she wore, a tiny waist, and an ass so round and juicy it made men stare in the streets of Golden Island. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were always painted in a deep red shade that screamed "fuck me." Mark her husband was a 32 year old banker, who was average in every way. He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her.

"It'll get pretty rowdy if they're here and some of the guys bring old ladies." "So?" I say. "The guys fuck the whores when the old ladies aren't around. The two groups don't mix." I stop shredding lettuce and give my full attention to Red. "The guys with old ladies fuck the whores?" I ask baffled. "When the old ladies aren't around, which with Fox was most of the time." "That's fucked up. Those bald twats screw around on their old ladies?" "It's the way it is, Sofia." "Not anymore. You let the ladies know if they put their hands on my man, I'll break their fingers. Unattached men only or their puta asses will feel my boot."

What was she talking about? "I don't know why young men like you have suddenly become so obsessed with f*cking women twice their age. Or even older! Like... we have stacks of movies about young bucks like you fucking these smoking hot older ladies that are old enough to be their mom... or even their grandmother! And you can just tell the guys in the movies are way more excited to be with those women than they are with regular porn stars. And people just love it! It sounds crazy, but that's the shit that flies off the shelves these days. That's why we play them damn near all the time... but I'm not complaining. It pays the bills. And besides... with those playi

The slow music has started and an older couple sees the way we are looking at each other. "Kiss her," an old man in his eighties says with grey hair and thick rimmed glasses on his nostrils. Blake tilts me down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around him, and a few other couples cheer. It's our first public display of affection and getting cheered on for it, is very motivating.

Someone's POV Seated at the center of the long table in front was the grand matriarch, Lady Henda. Although celebrating her 65th birthday today, she looks a decade younger still. Thanks to her vanity, she had spent countless hours at 5th Street Salon&Spa and millions of dollars on botox and whatever new beauty technology there was to try.