Mature Porn Stories Page 523
"Where did my biological mother move to again?"
I groaned, but not so loudly so my daughter would hear me. It was a quiet Sunday. I was in the kitchen, making us some sandwiches for lunch. She was in the living room waiting for me before putting on a movie. This was not a topic I wanted to discuss right now, but I answered her anyway.
I could almost hear her roll her eyes. "I know THAT, Dad! I mean where in Minnesota?"
I sighed. "Minneapolis. Or St. Paul. One of the two."
It happened almost five years ago to the day, but there were ti... Continue»
I had been in college for a couple of semesters. The summer before I left home I had had a torrid and educational love affair with a married woman (see: The Late Bloomer and the Pilot’s Wife). I was broke (as usual) but managed to stay afloat by working at a grocery store and tutoring rich k**s after class. I had had some luck with fuck buddies (I don’t even remember what we called then before the phrases: Hook-up, Friend-with-benefits and bootie call came into vogue) but I wasn’t able to afford regular dating. Since my Summer affair I had reached my adult height of 6’1” and had gotten pret... Continue»
My name is Will Chapman. I’m a 19-year-old college student, 5’8” and 160 lbs with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. I have always had trouble with girls my own age. It wasn’t that I was not good looking; it was because, despite being 19, I looked like I was 14. Whenever I went out with my friends, people we would meet often asked if I was someone’s little b*****r. Girls would always say that I was “cute” which would drive me absolutely insane. Needless to say I had trouble meeting my sexual needs.
I was going to a local community college and lived at home with my mom. We had lived alone... Continue»
growing up for me wos good i had looks and finding a girl friend was no problem . im a stocky build good looking , found it really hard to stay in a relationship . that was because i needed more fun .
iv got a mate called sam live a few streets down from me . i spend alot of time at his house . one day he ask for me to stay over me being lazy i tort its a weekend been drinking no harm can be done . we got to sl**p around 2 we when to bed . he slept on his bed poor old me was on the floor . after a lil while i couldnt feel my back need to hit a bed or a sofa i desided to go downstairs i th... Continue»
I've always a bit of fetish for older women. Perhaps fetish is the incorrest word, perhaps just a preference. I never felt very comfortable around girls around my own age and enjoyed flirting with the older women with whom I encountered.
I lost my virginity at the age of s*******n to a waitress I worked with at a little restaurant. Her name was Christine. She was slim, dark Italian woman who had to be in her mid thirties at the time. I worked in the back kitchen doing dishes and various other prep duties. It was a lot of hustle but I liked it. Since the stock room was also in the back room ... Continue»
I had just driven up from the city to visit my daughter. She was a beautiful young woman of 19, with vivid, sky blue eyes, silky, medium length sandy blond hair which gently caressed the top of her shoulders, a trim, curvaceous, petite body....and an attitude! Katie had been attending the local community college in neighboring Sommerville, and had come home to her mother's house for the short semester break. We had been great friends for years, sharing all kinds of adventures, and spending as much quality time together as any father and daughter could while living a couple hours away.
She was bent over my lap - her 18 year-old ass naked and quivering - and I had to stop and think how it had come to this. I am an ordinary guy, trust me, a woman on the street wouldn't give me a second glance. I'm 45 with a receding hairline, wear glasses, and just squeeze into a size 38 waist. I have an ordinary looking wife who is more interested in granite counter-tops and dining room valences than sex. Once a month she consents to giving me a few quick strokes with her hand lubed and, on rarer occasions, lets me enter her missionary style for three or four pumps, making me cum outside he... Continue»
That Saturday afternoon, my doorbell rang. I went to answer it and found a good-looking blonde woman in her mid-thirties standing outside. “Are you Steve?” she asked.
“Yes I am,” I replied, “can I help you?”
“Yes,” she said, “My name is Christine. I’m Belinda’s mother. I think we need to talk.”
“Oh shit,” I thought, “now I am in the shit.” “Well, I suppose you had better come inside then,” I said to her, standing back and allowing her to pass by me. I guided Christine into the house and offered her a seat in the lounge opposite from me. I watched her as she sat down. No wonder Belind... Continue»
My stepson was living with a beautiful blonde girl called Shelby. I went around there one day to drop something off for his mom, while he was at work. Shelby invited me in for some coffee, and I graciously accepted, I would use any excuse to spend more time with this beautiful blonde specimen. We were chatting while we drank our coffee, and I asked Shelby what she saw in him. “Well, he is very sweet in his own way,” she replied, adding in a softer tone, “and he keeps me sexually satisfied, I am very highly sexed you know. I just can’t seem to get enough! Your stepson is also rather well-endowe... Continue»
I had taken Megan home one night after work at the bar where I worked as the manager, and she invited me in for some ‘coffee’. “Come on Steve,” she begged, “my parents are away for the weekend, and we have the house to ourselves,” she added, raising her eyebrows suggestively and smiling at me. I parked the car and followed her inside. As soon as we were inside the house, she whirled around and began stripping off her clothes, until she was just standing in front of me in her panties.
“What about the coffee?” I joked, knowing full well what she wanted. All the waitresses seemed to be incredi... Continue»
I was at home one day when the doorbell rang. I went to see who was there and was surprised to find two teenage girls, standing nervously there. One was short with a little bit of puppy fat on her small body, and the other was slightly taller, and thinner. “Can I help you?” I asked.
“I hope so sir,” the shorter of the two replied, “My name is Belinda, and this is my friend Joanne. We are pupils at the local high school, and are trying to raise money for our farewell dance. We will do any jobs around your home that need to doing, for a fee of course,” she added smiling.
“Well come on in ... Continue»
The following day I was at home again when the doorbell rang, so I went to see who was there. To my surprise, the slender Joanne was standing on my doorstep. I invited her in, and took her into the lounge. “I’m surprised to see you back so soon Joanne,” I said to her, “Where’s your friend?”
“I don’t know, probably doing her homework right now,” Joanne replied, “she doesn’t know that I am here though, so I would appreciate it if you kept it from her, if you should see her Steve.”
“Of course, of course,” I assured her, sitting down on the couch, “now what can I do for you?”
“I think you... Continue»
It started out like any other f****y vacation. My parents had rented a beach house to share with my father's b*****r's f****y for a week. In total, there were seven of us in five bedrooms. Because we were sharing the cost of the house we managed to get one large enough to easily accommodate all of us. There was a large main floor and basement, three bedrooms on the second floor, and two more on the third floor. My aunt and uncle, Ralph and Donna, took the master on the second floor and my two cousins, Jason and Amber, each had their own rooms. The remaining two bedrooms on the third floor were... Continue»
Hi, Courtney." My 18 year old nephew called out as he walked into the kitchen while I was baking.
"Oh; hi sweetheart. Did you have a good run?" I replied as I applied the finishing touches to a pie for the evening dinner; "did you go far?"
"About 10 miles I guess." He panted as he took a carton of orange from the fridge and winked. "Just enough to get everything pumping."
I looked up to see him grinning as he took a swig of juice. I instantly looked away but felt my face begin to blush.
My s****r's eldest son Lewis was staying with us until he started a local University a few week... Continue»
As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I contemplated the sequence of events that has led me back here to my c***dhood bedroom. It all started when I lost my small building business as the recession hit, then my wife ran off with someone else when the house was repossess.
It was better for me to take my mothers advice and come back home than waste money on renting a flat. That’s basically why at the grand age of 38 I am back living with my mother, having my own room was a lot more attractive than sl**ping on some friends sofa also.
I stared at the ceiling again, wondering how many 38 year... Continue»
My wife's s****r Karen was coming to stay and I knew I was in
for a couple of day's of fresh panty sniffing. I was tasked
with picking her up from the airport and we chatted on the
way home. When we arrived at our house she dumped her bag
in the spare room and went straight out to see some old friends
which gave me the chance to have a rummage through her bag
to see what underwear she had brought with her. A couple of
pairs of pink low cut panties and a couple of thongs.
She returned a couple of hours later and announced she was
taking a shower and changing into her pyjama's. Now
Hi, I'm Randy and this is my twisted tale on f****y sex, better known as i****t. It started 2 years ago when I was 22. At that time, I had been married only a year to a beautiful sexy woman whose profession happened to be a stripper. We actually met for the first time while she was dancing at a local gentlemen's club.
After we married, Debra, or "D" as she likes to be called, wanted to keep dancing. I'm a very open-minded person and had no problem with her doing that. The greatest part about having a wife as a dancer was we installed a dance pole in our master bedroom and I got to see her ... Continue»
How I came to meet my GF, and eventually her Daughter and Stepson......who now live with me
My situation began when after a divorce, I was in need of a place to live for a while. On the suggestion of a mutual aquaintance I spoke with a lady under his employ, who might be able to accomodate me for a while. We talked briefly and she offered to let me stay at her place, as her two c***dren were at friends for the summer in Baltimore MD.
I followed her home after she finished work and she welcomed me in and showed me around. That evening we went to a dance and had a good time getting to kn... Continue»
I walked in to the office and took a seat in reception waiting for my interview to start. The receptionist offered me tea or coffee but I declined, I was to nervous to eat or drink anything. I kept looking at the door at the other end of the room to see who would come threw it to start my interview with me.
My foot was moving up and down without me knowing and I was sweating terribly, I have never been good at interviews. Suddenly a woman walked threw the door and approached me offering her hand. "Hello, your here for the interview? Follow me please" she said as she led me down the corridor... Continue»
It was like a moment frozen in time: my white hand tightly gripping my belt buckle as the other and came down on her perfect, quivering brown ass. It struck with a hard, sharp smack, and she cried out in pain, her knees sliding apart slightly. She was kneeling on her bed, her face buried in her pillow, her firm, round pointed butt up in the air. She wore only a green tank top which had become bunched up near the top of her ribcage. I delighted in being able to see the bottoms of her deep honey-colored breasts... and her soft, naked butt which now had one long red mark on it... and her nearly-h... Continue»