Mature Ladies Novels & Stories

Okay everything this woman is saying is actually sounding like she's explaining and describing me. ".....She is Muriel Xavier, popularly known as White Wolf. She isn't one of those girl who will wake up, put on make up and play dumb just to get a man. She is a warrior and —" Damn this woman has been talking for what seemed like decades so I just had to cut her off.

On the sofa were three noble and luxurious ladies sitting. At first glance they were all in their thirties, but their actual age was well over forty and fifty. Beside the three ladies was a young girl. The girl wears a white dress, looks very ethereal, pure, everyone loves it. These three ladies are Mira Aura, Mrs. Truong and Mrs. Ly. And the other girl is Nadia. Mira Aura held a glass of red wine worth several months' salary of the average person. She raised the wine glass to her lips, took a small sip, let the aroma of the wine drift into her mouth, then said, "Mrs. These two people had a swaggering attitude in front of Grainne during the day, but now in front of Mira Aura, they changed th

"Do not worry, Lady. They harm no one. Their visions are dimmed and their ears hardly hear. They are old and severely dealt with by age.” That amused me but I did not laugh. Lest, they take offense. I nodded instead. I had never been that close to very old people and so when one of the Ladies walked ahead of us to tap the old women to inform them of our presence, I stepped back. They were severely wrinkled and their eyes seemed almost lost in the numerous folds of flesh. They all gave toothless grins and I was still standing at the same spot I had been standing. "Come on now, dear. Our mothers would love to see you. Their visions are blurred and so they can not see you from there,”

“Aren’t you tired of going out every other night?” The other person did not know what else to say. “Well, Chase is here today.” “I’ll let you know later.” Shaun hung up. The driver was told to send him to the Lowes’ residence. Lowe Villa. A group of old ladies was gathered around to play bridge. There were two separate groups playing in the garden. Among them, Old Madam Hill was the oldest, but this did not stop her from playing passionately. Catherine was the youngest among the women. She was getting familiar with these rich ladies after playing with them a couple of times.

Lesbian mother seduces her lover’s 18 year old daughter. *All characters in this story are over the age of 18. no underage role-play appears in this story* Enjoy. ********* Beth and Linda sprawled naked and very satisfied in each other's arms. Beth had her head on her lover's shoulder and was busy tracing lazy circles around Linda's nipples. At 38 years old, neither woman had the cheerleader body that they used to have, but neither of them cared. They were both in great shape and both of them loved the way each other had filled out over the years. They were also close to the same height of 5'8". Both women were blondes, but Beth's hair was closer to gold, while Linda's hair was a little dark

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.”

This one was sheer, with intricately positioned feathers that left very little to the imagination. Pella dropped her phone. Anni gagged on champagne. And Fidella went agog as if she had just seen a specter—or perpetrated a crime. "No, Ma, you're not buying that," Fidella croaked. She sighed theatrically. "You young people are so tense. When I was wed, we did not wear those meringue-shaped horrors. We flaunted!" "You were nineteen then," Anni reminded her mother with a grin. She shrugged. "Age is merely a number. After all, who's to say older women aren't sexy?"

She kept on winking at me. “No, not that. I mean…something women use, stuff like that” I turned my gaze away. For the f****** first time, I was so embarrassed to even lift my head. Madison, you punk! You're turning me into something else. “Women stuff? I don't get it, Sir. Please make it clear” She narrowed her eyes. “You mean sanitary napkin/ pad?” The other elderly lady laughed, and I breathed hard with a slight nod. “Are you…are you married?” The flirty lady freaked out. She sounded so disappointed.

But I didn't even have to worry, apparently they are regular visitors, which isn't a surprise given they sleep with girls as much as they eat and the matron knows them. I know given she's called 'Matron' you would think she is old but she's not, she's in her late twenties or early thirties if I am not mistaken. So the deal is they give her a little something to let them in, most of the guys do, it's a way for her to earn extra.

“Isn’t that obvious? You are not yet married, silly.” My face flush and instant red. No. No. No. “Well if that is a criteria for attending these meetings, then I think the Lady should not be here.” A woman with siren brown eyes, voices out. She is seated right beside the red nails woman, and has a gum in her mouth. She looks… wicked. Okay, Margaret identified. “Oh, that is so true. What then defines who is a woman and who is a maiden when everyone with a breast is allowed here?” Red nails asks.