Hot Older Ladies Novels & Stories

~huff ~huff "Miss Ellen! It's been 3 hours and my body is hurting like hell… I also have an important clientele for tonight's service. " The older woman sighed and replied. "Alright! Go sit in the observer's area! I'll demonstrate to you the flow again… just take mental notes for now! " The elderly woman clicked her mic and shot an order, "Alice and Arya. You two, come forward… " Two ladies in their late 30s sprang to their feet and hurried into the ring. Both females had exceptionally toned bodies and extremely lustful assets. Even the tiniest and the most subtle of their curves sprung lustfully out of their leather vests. If a man was in the vicinity he wouldn't be able to stop himself fr

I protested, gritting my teeth. “Cooking isn’t exertion. I do love it so,” the older woman replied, her hazel eyes that were so like mine sparkling with pleasure. Her hair was silver now, short and wavy. She lay on the sofa in an old gown and housecoat, her feet in socks. Nights were still chilly, even though it was April. “Want to eat in here on trays?” I offered. “That would be lovely. We can watch the news.” I grimaced. “Not the news,” I groaned. “Something pleasant!”

He has the nerve to smirk at me after that. Mom who's completely oblivious to my glaring whispers to Olivia further, not low enough that it escapes my ears though. "If rumors are to be believed tonight, I'm the hottest woman amongst that gang", she chuckles, pointing to a group of former business owners who have passed down their legacies forward. Hearing that, I'm probably the incarnation of - 'Kill me now'. This is way worse than she used to bring those old looney's with her. I don't understand how this is supposed to make me feel better.

"Eum, I think later." "Don't think for a long time. I'll be with you. We will look for clothes first, so you don't look like a geeky village girl. You are a beautiful girl's target of all men. Fuck with old age. Because old men are hotter than young men. He will be crazy about getting a young girl like you." Akh Damn!

As she enter the alley an old hand suddenly touch her hand. " Eh ...old lady , what is it ? " She ask curiously . " Young man , I have these . Can you give us what you have . I have two grandchildren and their father had been sick because of the cold . My husband is working alone in the shop . My daughter in law is looking after my son . " She look sad .

They stood tall in their glory, oh well; I'm not sure about the glory part but they stood before me, red in embarrassment and awkwardness. The oldest looking lady among them whom I recklessly presumed that she was in her mid thirties coughed in an embarrassed manner, I knew she was about to salvage the situation as she subtly covered the younger lady whom I presumed too was my age if not slightly older, and the other lady who stood a little farther from the duo. She looked the youngest. She looked 15, by the human age range. "Luna" The oldest woman bowed her head towards me and the rest followed clumsily.

'You wait here, I'll bring warm tea and water for you', the old lady went further inside the cottage with her slow shaky limbs, her back arched at 90 degress in her dotage due to senescence. 'Beti, my limbs may be weak but i still have strength left in me like my days when I used to be a young beautiful woman..', the old woman spoke fetching two glasses of water, her hands trembling yet heart had so much vigour to serve. 'Let's eat something before the sunset. I ran out of oil today so I can't lit the earthen lamp..'

Letting out a defeated breath, I finally turned to head inside the house, but a voice halted me in my tracks. “Alex? Are you Alex?” I turned and saw an older woman approaching. She looked to be in her fifties, harmless at first glance. But unease crept in as I wondered how she knew my name and what she wanted here. “Yes?” I replied cautiously, studying her features. Why did she look strangely familiar? “How can I help you?” She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she just looked at me more closely as she reached me, a slow, warm smile appearing on her lips.

A glint of disgust glowing red in his eyes, he tsked, which I sensed without even looking up. The question was, was he pissed at the fact that I left him out of the fun? Definitely not. Or was he only irritated by the fact that Hilda was way other than me? Of course. If anything, I knew how repulsed Marvin was with older women, especially if they were hoes. For one, it made him recollect how Ashley's mom had ruined our once-happy family. The other might be because they were just almost out of their prime. Unlike me, I love to think of myself as old money, still obsessed with mature, ripe honeycomb like Hilda's.

All I could do was reach around and feel her tits. Val started to suck my cock. So now Val was blowing me, I was feeling Linda's big tits, kneading Gail's firm butt, and fondling Kathy's tits, while Gail and Kathy humped my leg. Between kisses, I looked at Gail's and Kathy's and Linda's faces. Their hair was messed up. I could see some gray at the roots. Their make-up was smeared. I could see some creases in their skin. I had this brief realization that these weren't girls my age I was kissing and "loving." They had some stretch marks, a little sag here and there, and even a little scar or two. They were middle-aged women who'd lived over twice as long as I had, were adult women before I was