Mature Women Novels & Stories

I tell him through clenched teeth. His only response is a raised brow before he approaches the legislators who are all, undoubtedly, in his pocket. Left alone, I feel the weight of the room’s scrutiny intensify. I drift towards the edge of the main throng, needing a moment away from the center stage. Near a pair of towering French doors leading to the darkened terrace, several older women are gathered on plush velvet armchairs. They look regal, composed, their diamonds muted by age and confidence. These are the matriarchs, the women who have navigated this treacherous world for decades.

Or is this some cougar version of menopause a few years earlier than expected? Whatever it was, she wouldn't give in. Women her age did not consort with boys. And they most definitely did not mate with them. Now if someone would only make sure her determined cougar and aroused pussy got the memo.

His tongue was a blur, and the redhead’s moans were muffled, vibrating around the shaft in her mouth. But it was the older woman who commanded Mira’s attention. She was stunning. Late thirties, with a fierce, elegant beauty. Her hair was a deep, rich brown, cut in a sharp bob that framed a face with high cheekbones and full lips. Her body was a masterpiece of mature athleticism: full, heavy breasts that swayed with a natural weight, their large, dusky areolas and prominent, pointed nipples visibly stiff. A flat, toned stomach led down to a neat triangle of trimmed, dark pubic hair. She was on her back, propped up on her elbows, watching the other two couples with a hungry, approving smile. H

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.

"Actually, I'm very proud of you." "You are?" her son asked, finally raising his head to look at her. "I think it's a wonderful thing that you're capable of climaxing that many times a day. A lot of men are what I call 'one-and-done' guys. They have one orgasm, and they're done for the night." She could see that Josh had a calmer look on his face as he listened to her, happy that she didn't think of him as some sort of whacked-out perv or something. "And since we're being honest with each other, I can tell you that mature experienced women love men like that. Unfortunately, that admirable trait seems to only be for a select few. You should feel lucky to be one of those few."

allowing the material to press tightly against those enticing tits or hugging the voltupuous curves of the older MILF. Gwen, while possessing a very sexual body, was nowhere near as mature or developed as her stepmother. The younger girl still harbored that youthful, thin figure. Not yet fully grown. Still entirely erotic and fuckworthy... but nothing close to the cougar's shape. A woman who has had time to age and thicken. Those heavenly, juicy thighs of the MILF! My god! Her hourglass figure and that other-wordly booty! It was the kind of physique a young girl could never hope to attain. This perfection was reserved for the older women – and Harry knew it. He stared on, looking back and fo

It was a discussion between two adults. "My apologies if my words offended you… but young women can be immature, are ruled by emotions," Matias said, turning to look at Vivienne just as the door opened, getting the men's attention. Vivie to turned to see who just walked in and her heart raced "Mr Matias, maturity isn't about age, a man or woman having grey hair and wrinkles doesn't mean they are mature," Victor said as he walked to the sitting area and stood by Vivie. Frank smirked and leaned back on the chair

Surprisingly, none of these participants were men. The entire floor was brewing with women's scent. All of the women had a sensual and confident charisma. These women were all in their prime. This was no less than a man's paradise. Interestingly, the elderly woman was wearing a little earpiece that also served as a microphone. Their grunts, attacks, and vocal taunts were all audible and visible to the whole crowd.

Avery noticed the group of women who were Elliot's friends from college. The women were all in their thirties, but every single one of them had taken good care of themselves and were oozing maturity, sensuality, and elegance. Avery greeted everyone, then sat down next to Elliot. "We finally get to see you in the flesh, Avery! You're even more beautiful in real life than in your photos! Elliot sure has good taste!" praised one of the women.

We stared at each other before suddenly laughing. “Yes, a woman should act like grace, but there’s nothing wrong with having fun. We may not act with grace, and at least we still look young because the word ‘fun’ is still popular with us. Maybe you missed it, so your habit is for a person who’s in their menopausal stage.” Cyrille said calmly. That's when Cyrille Bertiz’s sassy side comes out. “Excuse me?! Who do you think you are ?!” The woman asked in shock and even touched her chest.