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This is a secret I have kept to myself for years, about what my stepmother Teresa did one summer morning. Now, I think it’s time I made all privy to this strange and lurid tale; the account of “Your Mum, Your Mum!”

Some months after the incident of “Teresa’s Torture” [which will be in another story] when I was 18, it happened. Firstly, I heard some of the local 18 to 19 year olds talking about Mum and her secret porno film! Obviously the film had gotten out to certain local thugs, after Mum had made it with the gangsters, whoring herself to save us. The teenagers obviously knew them. That was obviously how they got to see it, and recognised MY MUM, that apparently prim and proper, middle class housewife they knew, from down the road!

A copy of a video titled “Teresa’s Torture” was put in our mailbox one day, addressed to Mum, with a note telling her who had seen it. It said that if she wanted them to keep quiet about it and not let it get around to people such as Dad’s bosses and colleagues, our friends and the neighbourhood too, they wanted something from her in return for their silence! At this time I hadn’t seen any of the film, and Mum grabbed it from me along with the note before I could examine the video. The note was from a group of youngsters in their late teens who hung around the area causing trouble, being largely unemployed but getting their income from petty crime.

I’d guessed it was some sort of sex film she’d done, even back then; but Mum said I shouldn’t ask about it, and pressed me to keep the note secret from Dad and everyone else. However, whenever she went shopping with me coming along to help too, we had to walk past the youths’ den , which was a small clearing in a slightly wooded piece of wasteland, on the bank of an old disused raiway down a lane. I had noticed before in recent months, that whenever we went past them there, Mum would get wolf whistles and muttered innuendo from them. Even the girls, who were attractive but cheeky, hard-boiled types. Read the rest of porn mature ladies »

It was about two years after I graduated college and I had just moved in with my old college roommate in a house he bought. I had my first “real” job and as a 22 year old, I was getting used to the non-college scene where girls were not everywhere. In college, I never had trouble hooking up with a girl because there was always a drunk one at a party or the bar who I could talk into a little after hours at my pad.

After college however, was another story. Therefore, my horniness level was at an all time high. My buddy and I perused the local bars but usually came home alone…the big city just was not the same as our small college city.

The house we lived in was in a normal little sub – division and the neighbors were normal. There was a guy named Mike that lived across the street. He was probably 40 years old and worked in a local factory. You could tell he liked having two young guys living close by because he would always talk about girls, Playboy magazine and what not when he was around us.

It was like he was reliving his youth through us. The thing that was odd though was that his wife was very strange whenever he was around. She wouldn’t say much more than “hi” and continue her business. Read the rest of mature granny »

Crash! The window shattered into a thousand pieces as shards of glass flew everywhere. I couldn’t believe how hard I had struck the baseball with my bat. It seemed to fly in slow motion toward her window. As soon as the window shattered the other guys ran off like scared rabbits.

Frozen in place, I just stood there. We had been playing baseball in the vacant lot since I was eight years old. For most of those eleven years our neighbor lady had watched us from that window. This was the first time any of us had broken any of her, or anyone else’s windows. As the ball hit the window I saw her scurry aside getting out of the way just in time.

Then she came back to the window and pointed an angry finger at me and motioned toward her front door for me to come over. Gloria was a good friend of my mother’s so I knew I had to go over. I was trembling as I walked over. She was known as the neighborhood bitch by the younger generation. She had earned this reputation by yelling at us for cutting across her finely manicured lawn and other such terrible things that showed that she liked to have a nice home and neighborhood.

She was no beauty queen but had aged well. To us she seemed like an old lady, after all, she was 41 years old. She was a bit stocky but not what I would call fat. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes and stood about 5′3″ and weighed 140-150 pounds. While she had great D cup boobs and an average sized ass everyone noticed how long her fingers were. We had never seen fingers that long. Read the rest of sex free mature lingerie »

Susan looked back over the numbers as she sipped her coffee. In the background, chatty morning talk radio spoke of sports and sex positions and someone laughed. There is always laughter on morning talk radio. Something is always funny. But Susan couldn’t enjoy it, because there was no time to laugh. She was crunching her businesses’ numbers.

Yesterday, seven shipments had made it around the Midwest, but one of her truckers was stuck in Akron, Ohio because of a snowstorm. He wouldn’t return for at least three days. She needed to be able to make up for his loss. She accounted for fuel and maintenance schedules. She feared it would take nothing for her business to go belly-up if she didn’t look at the accounting numbers herself every morning.

She heard a door squeak and Eric walked into the office down from the loading dock, surprising Susan because of the time of the morning. It was 7:04. She was usually the only one at work until at least 7:50.

But here was her favorite boytoy. Her current fantasy. Eric. He was young and cute and a strong kid. He was 23 and getting a divorce from his high school sweetheart. At the same time, he was back in college.

“Morning,” he said. Susan smiled back at him.

“Good morning,” she said. She was also getting a divorce from her high school sweetheart, but the difference was the graduating year. She graduated in the time of arena rock, disco and one-night Read the rest of older mature sex storie »

I was born in a middle class family where cash was always short of requirements and married to a man who said he was working as property dealer but did not earn a dime so my demand of all luxuries of life were unfulfilled. I also longed for gold, good perfumes, good dresses but then money was not there.

My father in law although not rich could make a house in Delhi which came well within the city and income from rent was good. His wife had expired and expenses were low so the old man had good money lying in banks. I always planned to get hold of that money.

One day when I was bathing I felt as if somebody is on the door. Our house was old and bathroom door had lots of small holes. It appeared to me that somebody had put eyes on one such hole. Since I and my father in law were the only two people at home at that time It could have been my father in law only. As a knee jerk reaction I lunged for something to cover my body but then a lightening though struck my mind. Why not seduce the old man and get money out of pocket. The thought sent a chill down my spine and wetness in my cunt.

Firming up my thought I turned so as to face the door and give full view of my boobs to baba. I am sure the old man must have gone mad to see my big boobs and milky white curves. I allowed my boobs to dangle a bit. Even opened my thighs to let him see my pink pot mature horny school teachers and students fucking. Read the rest of mature celeb xxx »

While it’s a fact that I had seen all of your movies, and envied all your co-stars in the past, particularly those who had acted with you in all your steamy scenes which are a de rigueur in almost all your movies, never had I thought that I would be one day so lucky to not only be considered for a role in a movie opposite you, but also get a chance to audition for a wet-dream-come-true role where I play a virgin who gets seduced by you.

Me, moi, who had always found it difficult to control himself at the mere sight of you in your movies, always dressed so provocatively, that it almost always gave me an instant hard-on. While I had not seen you in real person till very recently, I had always imagined that you would be exuding this sensuous, seductive and enticing perfume, just a whiff of which would get me excited.

Reading the script itself had me so aroused that I had trouble thinking straight. It was simply the most erotic script I had ever encountered in my life. And I almost smiled when I came to the part early on in the script when you call me on the phone and tell me that you are wearing nothing else but your diamonds, perfume and a sexy smile. How I almost ached to hear that voice of yours that rang in my ears from various movies of yours, mouthing these seductive words to me.

And when I rang your doorbell so tentatively, full of apprehensions about my ability to measure up, for the script demanded an almost 90 minutes of sexual build up between you and me, and I am already beginning to be worried about being able to restrain myself for so long. I am aware, after all, that rehearsing for a 90 minute foreplay scene would make it difficult for me to control myself. While I play a virgin, the script is such that after 90 minutes of sheer sexual agony, you show me the way to ecstasy not once but 6 times in a span of the next 60 minutes.

Needless to say, I am trembling in desire already and my heart’s aflutter when you open the door dressed in a sleeveless, low-cut black satin top, more than anything else, the first things my senses take in is your spicy perfume, emanating as if from deep within your deep and distracting cleavage that I had trouble averting my surreptitious gaze from. You have obviously just had a bath, because your creamy skin is all aglow, your hair is wet, and the sheer scarlet lace of a t Read the rest of friend sex mature milf »

I was born in a middle class family where cash was always short of requirements and married to a man who said he was working as property dealer but did not earn a dime so my demand of all luxuries of life were unfulfilled. I also longed for gold, good perfumes, good dresses but then money was not there.

My father in law although not rich could make a house in Delhi which came well within the city and income from rent was good. His wife had expired and expenses were low so the old man had good money lying in banks. I always planned to get hold of that money.

One day when I was bathing I felt as if somebody is on the door. Our house was old and bathroom door had lots of small holes. It appeared to me that somebody had put eyes on one such hole. Since I and my father in law were the only two people at home at that time It could have been my father in law only. As a knee jerk reaction I lunged for something to cover my body but then a lightening though struck my mind. Why not seduce the old man and get money out of pocket. The thought sent a chill down my spine and wetness in my cunt.

Firming up my thought I turned so as to face the door and give full view of my boobs to baba. I am sure the old man must have gone mad to see my big boobs and milky white curves. I allowed my boobs to dangle a bit. Even opened my thighs to let him see my pink pot.

From that day it became a routine. Whenever I entered the bathroom baba will be there on the door within minutes and I will bare all for him. I even shaved my pussy in his full view and when I was having periods I opened my thighs to full inserted cloth there to let old man see what is happening there.

Then one day I noticed that baba had made a hole in toilet door too, a small pin hole mature women beautiful legs. Now he could see me pissing too. I used this opportunity to let him see the golden shower from my hole and enjoy. I would widen my legs more and more to let him have a fuller view of my holes. They were all shaved and clean now. At night also I noticed him to be standing near our bed room door specially when we were having sex. I started muttering dirty sexy words to excite him. Read the rest of black milf mature »

Ever since I got interested in sex I’ve had these fantasies about older women. Women in their 30’s and 40’s just seem to have that special something that most younger girls miss. At first I tried to convince myself that it was something wrong. I tried having relationships with girls my age but now that I’m 22 years old, all of that has changed…

It happened on a rainy afternoon out here in The Netherlands. After attending a boring lecture on economics at the university I decided to go shopping for a new pair of jeans. During the lecture my mind drifted off to the subject of sex several times and I was horny as hell. Walking through the town of Rotterdam, seeing all these mature women shopping only made it worse. When I finally got to the small jeans store I had in mind, I was actually so hot that it was hard to hide.

As I entered the shop I noticed there wasn’t anyone there. Therefore I started looking around myself. Suddenly I heard a very soothing voice behind me. “Hello, can I help you sir?.” I turned around and there was the stunning woman who was going to change my life forever. She was beautiful… “Uhmm…yes please I said,” and I told her I was looking for a pair of tight blue jeans. While she walked me to the other side of the store I took a glance at her. Long curly dark brown hair, a very nice butt and a pair of boobs that would drive any man completely crazy. She wore a pair of jeans and a very tight stretchy kind of shirt, leaving no fantasies about the shape of her body. Read the rest of mature women who like to have sex »

Rick could hardly believe his luck. His entire life, he had been obsessed with the idea of being with an older woman. He fantasized constantly, admiring teachers, women on the street, and even a few of his friends’ mothers. Of course, none of these fantasies had ever amounted to anything. How was he supposed to come on to a teacher or even a friend’s mother? There was no chance. That was the case up until now.

Rick had made a stop at the convenience store earlier that day and began admiring the woman in front of him. She was very short, probably no taller than 5′2″. She was a little heavy, but had a tantalizing round ass and an adorable face. Her eyebrow and lip were pierced, adding to the allure. They had struck up a conversation, during which time Rick also noticed her tongue piercing. He found out her name was Dominique and she was twenty-seven (Rick was only 19 at the time). She had two kids, who happened to be staying at their grandmothers for the day. Dominique was at the store picking up some beers before a trip to the beach with her sister, Audrey, and Audrey’s boyfriend Tony.

Already, thoughts of this now apparent MILF spreading her legs for Rick were rushing through the young man’s head. Dominique must have noticed the growing bulge in his pants when she looked up at him, grinning, and asked if he’d come along. He said sure.

The four of them walked to down the cracked street towards the beach. Audrey and Tony walked ahead while Rick and Dominique lagged behind, carrying towels, idly chatting and sizing each other up. They hit the hot sand and soon had picked out a spot for their towels. Read the rest of hot mature sexy ladies »

The room is filled with quiet warmth, dim light casting shadows on the walls. The music is soft, Frank Sinatra unless I’m mistaken. But I barely pay attention to the tune as we dance. Hand in hand we slowly circle. I fight to keep my hand from shaking as it rests lightly against your hip, held away from your skin only by the thin fabric of your pants. The skin of your hand is so soft against mine and I long to pull you to me, hold you close.

I’m conscious of the awkwardness of the moment. But dinner had been delicious, our conversation wonderful and inspiring. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that you saw me only as a child, that our age difference was something that concerned you. But I see you only as a beautiful woman, sexy and intelligent, and I can’t help but want you. And you took pity on me and agreed to dance.

I can’t take my eyes off of you as we slowly take a turn around our improvised dance floor. You catch my eyes and blush, as though you can see what I’m thinking. On a whim I spin you, watch as you complete your circle under my arm, taking in every curve of your body. As you complete your turn you smile and step closer to me, surprising me. Body to body now, our slow dance continues as my arm reaches around you, my fingers lightly tracing the small of your back. You rest your head on my shoulder and I can smell your hair. You fill my senses and you are intoxicating. Your arm goes around my neck, holding me close and I put the slightest pressure on your back, pulling you to me as well.

For the first time I notice my hard on, raging against my khakis and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as embarrassment fills me. Pressed against me as you are I know that you can feel my hard penis against your hip. But you’re gracious enough not to say anything as we hold each other close boy educated in sex.

Unable to resist any longer, I hesitantly turn and let my lips brush ever so lightly over your forehead. I’m filled with silent dread as your face rises up and our eyes lock, but you don’t pull away. I lean in again, our lips meeting for the first time. A spark races through me with even so small a kiss. I look deeply into your eyes and see the hesitation there. Yet your face tilts up to meet mine and we kiss again, first softly and then harder. Read the rest of mature xxx sex »