mature xxx

Her name was Maggie Gibson, and she changed my life.

I was a shy, insecure 18-year-old away from home for the first time in my life. She was a 44-year-old widow living out a life of quiet desperation, far from the scene of her prime. We were two ships in the night who collided for eight of the most wonderful weeks of my life. Our affair, though short, was passionate in the extreme. When we first met, I was a boy; when I left her to return home, I was a man.

My name is Robert Davis, and I am a 39-year-old English professor at a prestigious private college in the South. I have also written three well-received books of historical fiction and am working on a fourth. I’m married, to a beautiful woman that I love deeply, and who loves me with equal passion, and we have three children. I’ve had a wonderful life, and I’m not sure any of it would have happened had I not encountered Maggie that special summer.

It was the summer after I graduated from high school in my home town in West Texas, right in the middle of oil country. My father was an ex-military man who went into the oil business and did well. He was a robust, athletic man who married a quiet, religious woman of deceptive strength. I am the youngest of four children, with two brothers and a sister, and they all took after Dad. My brothers were athletes in high school, Sis was a cheerleader and played basketball, and they all three followed Dad into the petroleum industry after attending college at his alma mater, Texas Tech.
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It seemed to 18-year-old Billy Mayfair that he had been on this bus forever already, yet he was not even half way there. It was a long trip from Fresno, California to South Dakota, especially on a bus.

Billy looked out of the window, contemplating how he had ended up on this bus to nowhere. He had been out with several of his friends after high school graduation, looking for some fun. The BMW was just sitting there, keys in the ignition, waiting for someone to drive it away. Billy didn’t want to do it but his friends called him a coward. Well, they didn’t get five miles before the cops caught them.

His mom had been mortified; her son was a criminal. She and the Judge agreed that Billy needed a change of scenery. The Judge gave Bill a choice, go to jail or work for a friend of his mother on her farm in South Dakota for the summer. Even for an eighteen-year-old, that was a ‘no-brainer’.

Jess Morgan, his mom’s best friend had married a man and moved to a farm in central South Dakota. Then she had lost her husband suddenly last year, leaving her with over a hundred acres of farmland and a lot of bills. Still, Jess was not the kind of woman that gave up easily; she was determined to make it on her own.

Billy barely remembered Jess; he had not seen her in years. His mom said he had always called her Aunt Jess because she had treated him so well. He was certain that she would be some dried up old hag, maybe even 40 years old. He was beginning to think that jail might have been a better choice. How was he going to make it through an entire summer in the middle of nowhere? He wasn’t even sure there was running water on her farm. (more…)

Tom was bored. His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so.

Mrs Turnbull from the local franchise of Victoria’s Secret was supplying the clothes. The schools younger mothers were acting as models. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd.

Tom was upset because the parade was to be on a Saturday night with rehearsals after school.

“Another fucking weekend shot to pieces,” he grumbled as he rode his old Harley Davidson down to local 5 star Hotel where the parade was to be held.

The bike was his pride and joy. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday. (more…)

This all took place in 1976. I had been promoted in my job in the bank and was Head of Securities in a small bank branch in Oxted, a small town in Surrey, England. I was 23 years old.

It was wintertime, late November and with the clocks going back it was dark around 4.30 p.m.

I had a flat in Croydon, South London and used to like the trip to work, as it was the ultimate “reverse commute”. When I went to work, everyone was rushing in to London and when I went home in the evening everyone was rushing out of London.

The Oxted Line was from London to Hastings and Oxted itself was about a 40-minute train journey from Croydon. The 17.38 was the preferred train as it meant I did not have to rush away from work and it was a direct train with no stops until Croydon, and then on to London.

It was also last on the list for upgrade and so the trains were “non-corridor” with individual compartments, some with toilets attached.

That night I waited on my usual spot, as I had by know worked out where the train would stop on the platform to get a good compartment, which would deliver me at Croydon right by the Exit and from there it was 50 yards to the bus and home by 6.30.

The train was on time and I opened the compartment door. There was a woman in the compartment alone and we nodded as I got in. I had not seen her before. I settled down diagonally opposite her behind my newspaper as the train lurched forward into the night. (more…)

Martha and I met in the church choir. I sang bass, she sang alto. We were both in our 60s. I was single, she was married. Her husband was overweight, diabetic and had high blood pressure. That’s a deadly combination, at least it gave him a dead cock and his medical problems made Viagra, Cialis, etc. out of the question. So she was needy and I was available.

It wasn’t long before we became lovers. We would meet at my apartment for playful, pleasurable sex and companionship. She quickly learned that I appreciated making love to women my own age.

“You’re such a great lover,” I said one day, “and so very responsive.”

“No, it’s you who’s a great lover and a woman would have to be a stone not to respond to you.”

“Which part do you like the best?”

“I like it all but I guess my favorite is the way you eat my pussy. Hell, you don’t just eat it, you devour it.”

In fact I had just finished devouring it and my face was wet with her pungent juices.

“Lick it off.”

“Gladly,” she said and commenced to give me a tongue bath.

“Leave my mustache alone,” I said, and using my hand to brush my mustache closer to my nose I said, “I like to leave your smell there for as long as I can.”

“Do you like how I smell?” (more…)

He was riding along on his brand new Kawasaki when it happened. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walking on the sidewalk. He noticed her ass swaying as he neared an intersection. He turned his head to follow her sweet looking ass around a corner and bam!

He woke up somewhat disoriented in a very bright place. After he looked around, he noticed that his left leg was hanging in some type of apparatus. Upon further inspection, he found that he was in a hospital bed. He must have made a lot of noise because as soon as he woke, an attractive black nurse walked in.

“Well Mr. Willcox we are glad you are finally awaken. It has been 37 hours since the accident.”

“Accident, what accident?”

“Apparently you were broadsided by a van full of nuns, you were the only one hurt”

“Wow” said Harvey. He felt somewhat bad it was nuns considering what had caused the accident. “Where am I?”

“You are in Collins University Memorial,” said his nurse. “Your fibula was shattered and now you have a pin in it, so you must be very careful from now on.”

As she told him about the limitations of his injury he could not help but notice the tremendous swell of her humongous bosom. She was about 5′5” with a dynamite figure. She had a pair of 44 ff tits with a 32-inch waist and 44-inch hips, an extended hourglass. He could literally see the strain on the buttons of her white nurses uniform trying to contain those magnificent breasts. (more…)

I am a genuinely nice guy. To take just one example, I never needed to be reminded that there was a community service requirement we’d have to meet before we graduated; I’d fulfilled it before I got to eleventh grade. Mostly to get out of the house, true, but also because I really enjoyed working with the deaf kids at the public library. My cousin Martha was deaf, and the fact that my mother couldn’t be bothered to learn Ameslan made it all the more attractive to me. Martha and I could sit there and “chat” right under my mom’s nose. Mom’s younger sister Penny knew exactly what we were saying, but she apparently had her own issues with Mom. I saw her biting her lip on more than one occasion to keep from laughing. The kids at the library were just delighted that I knew it, and we had a great time each week.

It’s true that I am just a teensy bit accident-prone. And that some of those accidents were at least partially my fault. Although to hear my mother talk about it, you’d think that it was entirely predictable that a truck carrying maple syrup would crash at 4:15 p.m. on a road that I would be driving at 4:17 p.m. I mean, they weren’t even going to raise our premiums for that. (more…)

Emily awoke to the stillness of pre-dawn. She turned her face to the window and noticed the gray light stealing in through the window. Sighing deeply, she tried to keep still and not wake Ralph. Not yet. This was her time and she cherished it. Ralph’s snoring cut through to her and she smiled slightly. How many mornings had she quibbled with him over that? And when had it no longer bothered her? In fact, when had she learned to fall asleep to it?

She pulled the sheet up to her chin and gently rolled over onto her side. Ralph’s back was facing her, his shoulder blades expanding and falling with each ragged breath he took. She looked at the flesh on his back – when had it taken on that weathered look? She didn’t remember that before.

She looked up onto the top of the dresser and her eyes absorbed the large photograph that had stood there for years. Emily’s gaze softened as she took in the photograph that marked their wedding. That was 35 years ago today. She looked at the young girl, only 19 years old, the white dress her mother had worn altered to fit her slim frame, and clutching at the arm of the man beside her. (more…)

A couple of years after my divorce I bought a condo in a very nice area just outside of town. The complex it is in is upscale, with four buildings surrounding a large pool. Every unit faces the woods in the front, and had a balcony that faced the pool in the back. There are about eighty units total, many seeming to be occupied by couples or divorced people like myself in their thirties and up. It is a very nice, quiet area, and very well kept.

The vast majority of the residents are very friendly, and the condo owners association scheduled a number of events for the residents. Not long after I moved in, they announced a pool party, with a Tiki theme. Being a lover of all things tropical, this was right up my alley. At the monthly meeting, I even offered to loan out many of my potted palm trees and other tropical plants, many of which were getting too big for my condo.

I was also looking forward to seeing a few of the women that live there, hoping that at least a few of them would be dressed for the occasion. One of the women that I was particularly hoping to see was Terri, a woman that I would see on the elevator in the mornings while we were both on our way to work. (more…)

This story begins just as I moved into a new apartment building. It was fairly small and in a nice section of town. I got a nice apartment on the second floor, with a nice view of the city. The landlady was a cute older brunette, probably about 45, with massive tits and a large ass that was perfect for her. Needless to say, I was already checking this lady out and finding out some details. It turned out she was divorced, and as part of the settlement, she got this building. She lived on the fourth floor in a large apartment, which she shared with her daughter. She seemed pleasant, and seemed to enjoy me checking her out. After she had given me my keys and paperwork, she turned to leave. As she stepped out the door, she said she’d check back on me this evening, to see how I was doing.

I spent the rest of the day unpacking and waiting for Ms. Riley to return. She knocked on my door a little after seven o’clock. I greeted her with a warm smile and showed her in. I noticed she had changed her outfit, she was now wearing a pair of tight Capri pants and a low-cut blouse that revealed much of her large breasts. Being bored, and a little horny, I invited her to have supper with me. (more…)

My name is Amanda. I’m now 20 year old. I’m five foot five, 124 pounds, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and 32a chest. I’ve been told my best feature is my ass, along with my full, sensual lips and dark eyes with long lashes. I’ve had submissive feelings for as long as I can remember. When I was 18 I met an online Master. At that time I lived in in Arizona with my dad. My Master lived very far away, and our relationship originally consisted of online play. I would get home from school, meet him online, and he would direct me, have me use ice, clothespins, and candles on myself. I would also have to walk in front of windows with the curtains open in different outfits. If I displeased him I would have to vacuum the living room wearing panties and bra or sometimes only panties. He knew I was very shy and self-conscious, and that such assignments always left me embarrassed. They also made me horny. I couldn’t really explain why, but the combination of embarrassment and excitement did have that effect on me. I would have to walk across the living room with the curtains of the bay window open, in full view of whomever happened to be walking by. I’m sure that many of the boys who played outside of our house got their first view of a naked girl from simply watching me, half undressed, do housework in my home. (more…)

Vanessa Perry sipped coffee from her mug as she looked out at the summer sun rising over Philadelphia. The forty-year-old executive sighed deeply as she reflected back on her life. She had grown up the youngest daughter of an extremely wealthy family. She had dreams of growing up, falling in love and getting married, like her four siblings before her. However, as she watched their families evolve before her eyes, it became clear that that was not the life she wanted to lead. So she left her small suburban home, made her way through college (relying on minimal financial assistance along the way) and spent the next fifteen years working her way to the top of one of the most prestigious medical research companies in the country.

All her corporate success had come at a significant cost to her personal life, however. She had been in a couple relationships, to be sure, but they never amounted to anything of substance, more due to her absorbing herself in her work. Now that she actually had some free time to focus on them, she was beginning to feel those sexual urges that she should have been feeling a long time ago. But the singles scene was absolutely dead; most of the men she met were either way out of shape (working out had been the only leisure activity she allowed herself, and only because the building she worked in had a company gym); wrapped up in their own careers, as she had been; or had any other of a number of issues that were common in men her age. (more…)

It was already warm out, even at five in the morning, and I knew the weathergirl on the radio was correct in saying it was going to be a scorcher. I was standing on my back step with a cup of tea, drinking in the peaceful calm of the earliness, admiring the way the morning sun made the dewdrops glitter on the leaves of my roses.

I had grabbed a clean t-shirt of my son’s on the way through the laundry room and pulled it over my naked body before going outside. You never know who might wander by for an early morning stroll or jog, and even though I lived in a more secluded part of town, and had a good hedge built up around my yard, it was not entirely private.

Considering that this was a small town, and many opportunities are based on reputation, causing a scandal wasn’t a really smart idea. The last thing I wanted was to be pushing my cart through the bread aisle of the grocery store while people stopped and whispered to each other about how Ms. Keys has an exhibitionistic streak in her. (more…)

Jack Marlin pulled the car into the drive and switched off the engine. He looked at his wife, who sat huddled against the passenger door. They had been at a company party when she began to get a migraine headache, which, thankfully, didn’t happen often. And when it did, she couldn’t do anything but take a painkiller and go to bed where she would stay until the following morning.

He helped her out of the car and along the walk to the front door of their two-story home. Inside, he hung her coat in the hall closet, then led her down the hall to the stairs. Jana Morgan, a petite eighteen-year-old girl who lived down the street and baby sat the twins when they were out, came into the hall. A look of concern quickly crossed the young girl’s face when she saw Cathy.

“Migraine?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” Jack answered.

“I’ll call home.”

It wasn’t very often when Cathy got a bad migraine but, when she did, Jana usually called home to tell her parents she would be spending the night with the Marlin’s to help with the five-year-old twins. Jack told her he’d be down when he took care of Cathy and thanked her for her help. (more…)