Mature Ladies Novels & Stories

To me personally, age is not an issues at all, especially in Fantasma, this medieval fantasy world. Here age is irrelevant at all, with a lot of long living races all over the places, and for many of those races, even at considerably old ages they still looked really young. Like my lovely Meret over here, even though she was already over 50 years old, her body were still very much young, and she is very magnificent in serving my lust and calming my passion. Her looks back on earth on can easily passed her as someone at her prime age, if back on earth she will have no problem at all, being a gravure model. Her skin were still supple, her giant breast still defying gravity although already sl

He also discovered that if a mate died, then it wasn't entirely unusual, if the one left behind was still in child-bearing age, to have another mate appear on the scene. As for Patricia's insistence that age should keep them apart ? Exactly when should he admit he'd always preferred a more experienced woman? Even as a young man, he'd eschewed the bubbly girls who flocked the clubs and singles scene for the more mature ladies who knew what they wanted. A mature woman knew how to not only ask for what she wanted but give it. They also didn't play the games or give in to the emotional crap those with less experience and maturity did. The older females also had a

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.”

Two were elderly women while the other two were young ladies, all dressed in the maid’s outfit. “Miss Sarah, I haven’t seen you for a while. What brings you here since you only come here when the Alpha is around.” One of the elderly ladies with white-grey hair spoke, a warm and friendly smile on her face, her eyes had already lost their spark but she was a very good-looking woman.

On the other hand, Lilian expected her disciple to be capable of standing on his own without needing the support of his elders. Everyone would become tired from work. Laurence was a man. There was no need for him to be overly delicate about it. Jane said, “I do believe in him. I’m just afraid that he insists on carrying everything alone. We old folks can still help him, so we naturally want to help when we can.” Serenity chimed in, “We’re not that old. I haven’t become a grandmother yet.” Everyone laughed. Being in their fifties or sixties was not considered old in modern society. Besides, all of them took good care of themselves. Although they were in their fifties, they looked as though th

So I summoned one of my Mistresses to my office, and she arrived immediately, knowing exactly why I summoned her. So she undressed and seduced me in such a way that I moaned in delight. I needed to clear my mind because a lot had been bothering me. A girl of 24 years can't all of a sudden come after my life. She must be crazy in the head. My mistress lay down, giving me the view of her clit. She was already wet from my touches, so I put my finger inside of her and when I removed the fingers I took it to her mouth to lick. It was a pleasure as she moaned and twisted her hips.

Ó The woman didnÕt bat a lash when she walked from her desk to the open doorway. Gone was any semblance of the matronly type who just sat and answered phones all day, and in her place was a savvy past middle-aged woman who knew a thing or two about the world. All that was missing was the proverbial cigarette in her hand, and sheÕd be the epitome of the nineteen fifties big shoulder broads of television and screen.

The pack house was bustling with activity, preparation for the new ceremony had turned out to be more than everyone expected. “Mistress Mary.’’ I said with shock, as I bowed my head with respect. “Alondra, i need your help.’’ Mistress Mary said, staring down at the book in her hands.

"Why? What made you bring it up?” The woman in front of him exhaled. Changing her sitting position, which was originally quite upright, now becomes slouched and looks not enthusiastic at all. For a woman in her mid-thirties, Liana looks more expressive than other women in her age range—because usually, women who are in their mid-thirties or turning forty tend to be less expressive, although this obviously cannot be used as a benchmark, because again on the personality of each person. And of course, his age shows that there are advantages and of course disadvantages to the attitude he displays.

The two maids behind joined the rest. They remained like that for a while until the oldest one among them—a woman spoke up. “Congratulations madam on your married life. We've been expecting you for a while, and we hope our services would always make you happy. You're welcome home, My Lady.” A bright smile remained on her lips even when she finished. She looked beautiful for an old lady, probably ranging from fifties to sixties. Her hair which was partly gray was rolled up in a ponytail, and it matched perfectly with her looks; pretty.