Older/Mature women.

When I was a teenager running amok with a fake ID, I frequented a bar owned by a widow in her early 70s. Behind the bar she had sign that read:

Older women are better because…
They never yell
They never tell
They never swell
And they are grateful as hell.

I showed up the night I turned 18 to collect my free birthday drink. After scolding me for misrepresenting my age to her for the previous 2 years, I got my drink and later some lessons that made me realize that sign wasn’t just for humor: it was her motto. But that is another story….
 
When I was a teenager running amok with a fake ID, I frequented a bar owned by a widow in her early 70s. Behind the bar she had sign that read:

Older women are better because…
They never yell
They never tell
They never swell
And they are grateful as hell.

I showed up the night I turned 18 to collect my free birthday drink. After scolding me for misrepresenting my age to her for the previous 2 years, I got my drink and later some lessons that made me realize that sign wasn’t just for humor: it was her motto. But that is another story….
Well....................................... we are waiting............
 
Still waiting. 🤨
My Dad and uncle had a residential construction company. After my father died my uncle took me under his wing and I spent most of my free time on construction sites. By the time I got my driver license my uncle would send me off to handle small projects. One of the jobs was to repair a leaky roof and the water damage at Doris’ bar. I got there early, repaired the bad shingles, hauled out the wet, moldy insulation and replaced it, and repaired the drywall on the ceiling. Doris lived behind the bar and kept checking on me throughout the day, marveling that a 17 yo could do all this without supervision. As I was finishing taping the drywall, she came over and insisted that I stop over when done and join her in dinner. After I put all my tools and materials away I came in her back door and found her in the kitchen—-wearing only an apron. Now mind you, she wasn’t beauty. At one time she had obviously been much heavier. Loose skin draped all over her body and her tits had deflated and hung like a pair of tube socks off her chest. But when you are young, a pussy is a pussy, and I certainly didn’t want to insult her by refusing her obvious invitation. She greeted me by saying that I was filthy and needed a shower. She lead me to her master suite, stripped off my sweaty, grimy clothes and pushed me into the shower. By this point in my life I had several backseat and back-of-the-bus tangos with cheerleaders. But those were all wham-bam affairs. This was clearly a different situation. I started scrubbing myself in eager anticipation of ….what I wasn’t sure. As I was rinsing off she joined me in the shower and started washing my crotch-inside and out. She handed me the bar of soap and said “now you do me”. My soapy fingers explored the depths of her pussy and asshole and I believe I actually gave her a small orgasm in the process. Her tits fascinated me. I could wrap each one in my hand like a tube of toothpaste and suck on the nipples like they were snow cones. This brought her to another orgasm. We got out of the shower and didn’t bother drying off. We just tumbled on to her bed and I ended up with my face in her pussy.. she said “as long as you are there you might as welll learned how to eat a cunt”. She held my head in her hands and directed me on the art of cunningilus and through three major orgasms. When she could stand no more I moved up on top of her and slammed my cock into her pussy. It was so wet and loose that I felt almost no sensation at all. After at least five minutes of energetic rutting she realized I wasn’t rising to the occasion. She rolled over and told my to lube her up and fuck her asshole. A quick squirter of KY gel and I plunged into her without regard to her comfort. Amazingly she never winced or howled, but pushed back, and we got into sync. I dumped two loads into her bowels, during the course of which she had a couple massive orgasms.

We never did eat dinner that night. Over the next couple years I helped her with several other repairs and helped myself to several generous portions of her old cunt and ass. She may not have been a beauty, but she was one hell of an instructor.
 
My Dad and uncle had a residential construction company. After my father died my uncle took me under his wing and I spent most of my free time on construction sites. By the time I got my driver license my uncle would send me off to handle small projects. One of the jobs was to repair a leaky roof and the water damage at Doris’ bar. I got there early, repaired the bad shingles, hauled out the wet, moldy insulation and replaced it, and repaired the drywall on the ceiling. Doris lived behind the bar and kept checking on me throughout the day, marveling that a 17 yo could do all this without supervision. As I was finishing taping the drywall, she came over and insisted that I stop over when done and join her in dinner. After I put all my tools and materials away I came in her back door and found her in the kitchen—-wearing only an apron. Now mind you, she wasn’t beauty. At one time she had obviously been much heavier. Loose skin draped all over her body and her tits had deflated and hung like a pair of tube socks off her chest. But when you are young, a pussy is a pussy, and I certainly didn’t want to insult her by refusing her obvious invitation. She greeted me by saying that I was filthy and needed a shower. She lead me to her master suite, stripped off my sweaty, grimy clothes and pushed me into the shower. By this point in my life I had several backseat and back-of-the-bus tangos with cheerleaders. But those were all wham-bam affairs. This was clearly a different situation. I started scrubbing myself in eager anticipation of ….what I wasn’t sure. As I was rinsing off she joined me in the shower and started washing my crotch-inside and out. She handed me the bar of soap and said “now you do me”. My soapy fingers explored the depths of her pussy and asshole and I believe I actually gave her a small orgasm in the process. Her tits fascinated me. I could wrap each one in my hand like a tube of toothpaste and suck on the nipples like they were snow cones. This brought her to another orgasm. We got out of the shower and didn’t bother drying off. We just tumbled on to her bed and I ended up with my face in her pussy.. she said “as long as you are there you might as welll learned how to eat a cunt”. She held my head in her hands and directed me on the art of cunningilus and through three major orgasms. When she could stand no more I moved up on top of her and slammed my cock into her pussy. It was so wet and loose that I felt almost no sensation at all. After at least five minutes of energetic rutting she realized I wasn’t rising to the occasion. She rolled over and told my to lube her up and fuck her asshole. A quick squirter of KY gel and I plunged into her without regard to her comfort. Amazingly she never winced or howled, but pushed back, and we got into sync. I dumped two loads into her bowels, during the course of which she had a couple massive orgasms.

We never did eat dinner that night. Over the next couple years I helped her with several other repairs and helped myself to several generous portions of her old cunt and ass. She may not have been a beauty, but she was one hell of an instructor.
That is worth writiing into a posted story. Thanks for sharing it.
 
I've had a 'thing' for older women as long as I can remember!! Amelia and I had worked together for five years before we finally got together. She was 57-58 then (2003) and I was 41. Absolutely could NOT believe my luck the first time I saw her naked. Her tits and nipples were incredible and that gorgeous, curvy rear I'd been watching while I tried to decide if she ever wore panties...!!!

https://iili.io/FUQi5YX.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQiR2t.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQi7vn.jpg

She's 80 now and we're still 'up to no good'!!
 
I've had a 'thing' for older women as long as I can remember!! Amelia and I had worked together for five years before we finally got together. She was 57-58 then (2003) and I was 41. Absolutely could NOT believe my luck the first time I saw her naked. Her tits and nipples were incredible and that gorgeous, curvy rear I'd been watching while I tried to decide if she ever wore panties...!!!

https://iili.io/FUQi5YX.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQiR2t.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQi7vn.jpg

She's 80 now and we're still 'up to no good'!!
Wow she gorgeous you are a lucky she's sure up for any position great tits and amazing ass may you continue to fuck her and please her,👄👄👅👅😜😜
 
I've had a 'thing' for older women as long as I can remember!! Amelia and I had worked together for five years before we finally got together. She was 57-58 then (2003) and I was 41. Absolutely could NOT believe my luck the first time I saw her naked. Her tits and nipples were incredible and that gorgeous, curvy rear I'd been watching while I tried to decide if she ever wore panties...!!!

https://iili.io/FUQi5YX.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQiR2t.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQi7vn.jpg

She's 80 now and we're still 'up to no good'!!
She's stunning you lucky guy great tits and ass wish I had one so fuck able,👅😜
 
I've had a 'thing' for older women as long as I can remember!! Amelia and I had worked together for five years before we finally got together. She was 57-58 then (2003) and I was 41. Absolutely could NOT believe my luck the first time I saw her naked. Her tits and nipples were incredible and that gorgeous, curvy rear I'd been watching while I tried to decide if she ever wore panties...!!!

https://iili.io/FUQi5YX.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQiR2t.jpg

https://iili.io/FUQi7vn.jpg

She's 80 now and we're still 'up to no good'!!
Sooooo lucky!
 
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