mature xxx

I knew as soon as I heard the sound that it was a blow out. Even before the wheel in my hand began to pull. I fought to bring the car to the side of the road. Damn! Why had I chosen to take this back road? Why hadn’t I stayed on the four lane? Getting out, I saw exactly what I most feared. The rear left tire, completely flat. Even if I knew how to change it, I was hardly dressed for it. My black heels, white stockings, white suit skirt, most inappropriate for tire changing. I sighed and got back into the car.

Nothing to do but call for help, I realized. I reached for the cellular. Damn! The battery was dead! Stupid me, I realized too late I had forgotten to recharge it. Now to sit and wait. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty, not a single car had gone down this road. Frustrated, I began to face the unpleasant reality that I might have to get out and walk. But just as I was getting out of the car to begin my trek, a truck came down the road. I raised my arms and began to wave. Thank goodness he stopped.

As he stepped from the cab I caught my breath! What a savior! His jeans looked as though they were painted on, so tight I could clearly see the muscles of his buttocks. His white T-shirt, oh my! I smiled and explained my situation. He assured me he would have me back on the road in no time. (more…)

It was just another typical morning at the Restaurant when Linda White came in per usual a few months ago. It happened to be December 21st. It was Christmas, but we aren’t open for lunch and most of the big parties had already taken place. Only mom and I would be there until 0ne o’clock when the other staff would begin arriving.

Linda has always been a rather attractive woman, but I always viewed her in a matronly way. Nothing about her appearance really stood out from any other woman in her position. She just comes across as a mature, professional businesswoman.

She is in her mid-forties and the mother of two teenaged boys. She is extremely proud of her boys and can’t seem to speak highly enough of them. I’ve never met her family in person, but we have seen pictures and heard stories about them. She has spoken of her husband to us on many occasions, but she has always talked about him in a purely perfunctory fashion. It’s hard to get a true read on their relationship.

This particular day, when she came in, she caught my eye like never before. I noticed her the second that she walked through the door. I could hardly tear my eyes off of her. It made me nervous to address her. She smiled and acted normal when she made her customary greetings. (more…)

My name is Jan, well, Janet actually, but let’s stick with Jan as everybody else does.

I’m fifty-two at the time of writing, but was fifty when the events I shall relate took place.

I am five feet six inches tall. Buxom, in fact very buxom, but its all firm. Nothing flops about, including my bosom – 40 C if you want to know, but then, I don’t often wear a bra because I like to show off my nipples. I’ve got very nice, strong legs, sturdy but not thick, if you know what mean, but after all, its what’s at the top of them that counts, isn’t it?

I’ve been married to Tom for thirty odd years. He’s about five years older than me, and gave up getting intimate with me about ten years ago. We’re a bit of a laugh when seen together because he’s a couple of inches shorter than I am and thin with it.

I once overheard some horrible male say to another after seeing the pair of us; “It’d be like a pimple on an elephant when those two are at it.” (more…)

Josh looked at his cards again, confused for the umpteenth time that evening. And the first game had only started twenty minutes ago. He remembered all too well the circumstances that had led him to being stranded here at home, with his mother and her ladyfriends, playing a game of Bridge. His car breaking down, and being in the shop over the weekend. His girlfriend going all the way to California to do college, and dumping him in the process, though she still wanted “to keep in touch.” He had used the slip of paper with her new email address on it to light the cigarette he had needed so badly after he’d finished crying his heart out over the loss of what they’d had.

However, on the bright side, a couple of his mother’s friends were rather pretty, in a Mrs. Robinson way, and Robin, a busty redhead, had smiled at him when she had caught him stealing glances at her impressive endowments. Tonight, she was sitting next to Josh, and was wearing a musky, primal smelling perfume that inflamed the young college man’s senses. As she explained what Josh could do with his cards in hand, she brushed her breasts against him, and his eyes dropped to see the wonderful, milk-white cleavage that her blouse showed off. (more…)

Laura thought her world had come to an end when Josh packed his bags and moved out to live with his new secretary, who was nearly thirty years his junior.

When Josh returned to collect his property Laura was in a vindictive mood. She allowed him to collect his clothes, she had resisted the temptation to hack them into ribbons. She even let him have his collection of vinyl records of sixties and seventies Rock, and his prized Bang and Olfsen hi-fi system. She felt physically sick as she watched as he carried them out to his Jeep. She, the other woman, was sitting at the wheel.

It was when Josh turned to go into the garage that she launched her bombshell. “The garage is locked.”

“Can I have the keys – please?”

“No Josh. What is in the garage is staying. I’m keeping the car.”

“Dammit Laura that’s my car. I built it with my own hands.”

“We built this marriage and you took it apart. You’ve got your records, you’ve got your hi-fi, and you’ve got all your other possessions. You’ve got your whore – see if she’ll make you coffee all night when you’re up to your elbows in grease while you build another car.” (more…)

Ha…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaa…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaaa….. runk…………….. runk………………….. runk………………… wooo.

“Bloody thing. Rotten sodding rust bucket.” I turned the starter key one more time and got a dying whimper, then silence.

I could have cried. I knew it would cost me money I could ill afford to get the thing fixed. Like most people in our street I owned a clapped out old car simply because I and they couldn’t afford to get anything better. We were like dogs chasing our tails. We could never save enough money to get a decent car because we were always spending our money trying to keep the cars we had going.

I should explain. I’m a fifty year old widow, name of Belinda, living on government welfare money. I’d get a job if I could, but I have few if any skills, and at fifty employers don’t want you. I live in a street on an estate of government houses occupied mainly by people who, like me, are always strapped for money.

I got out of the car and lifted the bonnet. I had no idea what I was looking at and for.

Gloria next door looked over the low fence. “Got troubles?”

“Yes, bloody thing won’t start, and now I’ve run the battery down trying.”

Gloria was a widow like me, but she didn’t live alone. She had an unmarried son living with her, Alan by name. A bloody good looking fellow of about nineteen or twenty, and very bright. He’d get out of this area one day and go and live in one of those posh suburbs. Probably marry some well off bird.

Funny thing about Alan. I’d never seen him with a girl, and his mum said he wasn’t all that interested. Too busy “getting on”, as she put it. He’d got or won some sort of grant and was at university studying engineering.

“Hey,” said Gloria, “Alan’s at home today. Would you like him to have a look at it?” (more…)

Although she wasn’t expected till 5:30 in the evening when Mom would be home from work, Marsha, the caterer, showed up at 11 A.M. sharp.

I explained over the intercom that I couldn’t help her with the menu, but she insisted on coming upstairs to see the condo.

I told her I’d leave the apartment door open and for her to wait in the living-room while I put on some clothes.

To my surprise, I found her sitting at the computer reading the story I’d spent the morning writing.

Normally I don’t care if people see my unfinished work but this particular story was 100% smut, so I felt compelled to announce that it wasn’t my typical stuff.

Marsha apologized for her “insatiable curiosity” before blurting out, “But I think your story’s great!”

“Really?” (more…)

My wife Lee and I are members of an HMO. Part of the program is a simple physical exam every two to three years.

Lee mentioned she had scheduled us, since it was now at six years since the last one. I really didn’t mind, it just seemed a waste of time to me, but Lee insisted, especially since I am now coming up on 60.

I had almost forgotten it, since we have to make the appointment around 3 months ahead of time. The place seems busy all the time.

But the day finally arrived, and off we went. There was the usual 40 to 50 people sitting in the waiting room, my mind was thinking of being somewhere else, to be honest.

It must have showed that I was a bit crabby, because when the nurse called our names, she looked at me and said, “I am going to switch the rooms, I will put you with Dr. Nelson and your wife with Dr. Hanson.”

“Sure,” I said, wondering what difference that could make. (more…)

I’d been living with my rich aunt & uncle for around a year now, as their house was in the same city as the university I was attending.

Being well-off they employed a part-time housekeeper called Florence. Now Flo is one of those people you pass in the street without really noticing: she looks in her mid to late 50s, about 5′5″, quite chubby with huge tits and a big round belly and arse, supported by wide “child-bearing” hips and thighs. She is still reasonably attractive in a lived-in, wrinkly-faced kind of way with “pepper and salt” grey/silver/black hair.

As she also has mischievous blue eyes, a wicked smile and an infectious laugh people warm to her very quickly. For my part the fact that she treated me as an adult from day one guaranteed that I would get on with her. As she did not tone down her very dirty sense of humour the banter and innuendo soon begun to bounce between us. (more…)

I wanted to get to the house but it was Friday and I also didn’t want to worry about leftover work.

As I filled in all the blanks on the forms that I was working on I noticed that the cleaning lady had arrived. Had I been here that long? Oh well better than facing this mound of paperwork come Monday.

I continued on and after awhile was left with waiting for the computer to send everything to the main printer.

While waiting I went online to my favorite story site, Literotica.com, and perused the stories. I got up and went to the bathroom and as I returned I saw Brenda, the cleaning lady in my office dusting the desk.

My heart jumped into my throat. My screen saver should have kicked in and covered up my reading material. I settled down and entered my office.
(more…)

Monday evening, after I had attended my first meeting of the swingers club, I returned home from work a little later than usual. As I opened the door I heard the phone ringing. It was Melissa “Missy” Rutledge. “Hello Chuck, how are you this evening?” I answered that I was fine.
“All rested up after last Saturday?” she asked.
“You bet!” I replied.
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” she asked.
“No not yet.” I answered.
“Then why don’t you come over and we can have dinner here, together! And then we can get to know each other…er shall we say more intimately!”
I knew what she was asking and so I responded, “Missy that sounds great to me, but what will your husband think of it?”
Missy chuckled and said, “Well if he were here I’d come over to your place! You see we have what is called an open marriage, but the fact is that Bob is out of town, on business this week! So come on over.”
I answered, “OK! Just give me time to get out of this suit and tie and put on some more comfortable clothes and I’ll be right there!” I had no intention of passing up a piece of ass! Especially when it was being offered by a big titted woman as hot and sexy as Missy Rutledge!
She gave me her address. An address, which I recognized as being in the most exclusive neighborhood in town. (more…)

Carol, my best friend and lover, was lying naked next to me with her head on my chest. I was stroking her face when she looked up at me and nuzzled her chin into my grey beard. She said ” I liked that game we played this morning. When you let me mark the places on my body with honey that I wanted you to lick, that was very kind and thoughtful. Where did you learn to do that?”

I looked into her blue eyes, and then paused for a moment as thoughts of my youth came flooding back into my mind. Finally, I whispered ” let me tell you a story about the Colonel’s Widow.

The Sun was still high in the sky on this particular July Afternoon in 1962. There was a slight breeze that cooled the skin just enough to make 80 degrees seem comfortable. I was walking across a freshly manicured lawn towards a 6-foot high fence draped with bright green ivy. It would have been a perfect Friday afternoon except that I had missed one item on my checklist and now I had to make an extra stop on my way home from work. I eased the gate open and peered into the backyard of a home that was one of only four on the entire block of this exclusive neighborhood in Kenilworth, a wealthy suburb north of Chicago, Illinois. (more…)

Lisa Stevens walked into the hospital room looking at the patient that had come out of his coma earlier in the day. His entire upper body was bandaged. His arms were broken and in traction. Eye and mouth slits pierced the man’s wrapped head.

The poor thing had been in a horrible car accident several days earlier. His car had struck another head on and then gone over an embankment, crashing on the edge of a small lake. Luckily, he hadn’t been wearing a seat belt and was thrown from the car by the explosion. He had suffered from horrible burns over his upper body, broken both arms, and a concussion that had left him comatose for 58 hours.

Lisa looked at him, her eyes tearing up with compassion. She would say a prayer for John tonight before slipping into bed beside Edgar. She hadn’t been a nurse long and John was the most tragic patient she had seen.

Lisa pulled the covers off John’s legs and lifted up his gown as she turned to squeeze out a sponge. She turned back and froze, staring at John’s crotch. Gray hair under John’s navel formed an arrow pointing straight at an incredibly large penis. Soft, it was longer and thicker then Edgar’s. It dangled between his legs elevated by two equally large testicles. She had given over a dozen men sponge baths and none of their penises compared with John’s. (more…)

The rainy day and tropical weather made the Bay Area day steamy. Jean, a 43-year-old consultant / entrepreneur, had taken Friday off to slow down life and catch-up on sleep.

However, she hadn’t slept until noon as she expected. She woke up at 8am.

She slept in a blue, thin cotton shirt and her underwear. Her breasts were slightly swollen and pushed on her shirt. She took it off and let her pendulous, plump breasts bounce. Her body was athletic because she did swimming workouts with a master’s team and ran half marathons every couple months. Her body was sporty; she had strong features and strong hands from pulling without cooking in the water.

The wind blew a misty day outside and shadows of trees jumped around in her living room where she sat on the couch to check email wireless connection. She had put her shirt back on even though her nipples pushed through the shirt, slighting hurting. Among fifteen emails waited one with the subject:

mentee found, please contact within 7 days (more…)

Forty-two year old Amy Anderson hadn’t started out being a cougar but as fate would have it, had been enticed into it by life’s fickle finger of fate. As a matter of fact, the middle finger seems to be this story’s dominating theme.

Amy’s initial step into this desire by older women to seduce and fornicate with much younger men came about as a conscious desire to get even with her husband of 22 years. She had caught the slob receiving a blow job from a 24 year old blonde intern right there in his office when Amy had arrived unannounced. She had been hoping to take her husband out for an early birthday celebration. Instead she caught the lying bastard being sucked off by a woman only 3 years older than their own daughter. He was so involved in the rapture of the moment that he couldn’t even stop himself from unloading into his pretty intern’s mouth when he saw her standing in the doorway. (more…)