mature stories and histories

For as long as she could remember Carla would go to her grandparents house on the 4th of July.
Her mom and dad had a decent house but Grandma and grandpa's house was just over a mile from a park with a small hill that you could see the local fireworks from. Every year they would gather at the house and few hours before the fireworks started they would all Walk together to the park....

I'm going to make the assumption that most of you who are reading this story have already read the first adventure involving Caleb and his 40 year old milf mom Janice.
18-year-old Caleb found himself in a dilemma.
His skirt chasing dad had always told him, "Son, opportunity only knocks once. It is up to you what you do with that opportunity."...

The story does not contain sexual involvement of people under 18.
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I was inconsolable. My loving wife, who was married to me for 24 years, just died of advanced breast cancer. I stayed at home for 3 straight days, refusing to get out, shave, shower, or answer the phones....

The long hot sweltering summer of 1976 in England saw reservoirs dry up, the tarmac on the roads to bubble up, swarms of insects and restrictions on water usage... against this backdrop I had my 18th birthday and I lost my cherry to a stunning mature housewife through a series of steamy encounters, where she taught me what a woman is really like to...

My Theater teacher never told me there would be days like this.
I grew up in a mid-sized city in the Southwest US and though I loved the Theater, I had no desire to go through all the bullshit to be a big time professional actor over in Hollywierd. Luckily, I was able to to carve out a niche for myself in my hometown and make a decent living by my incredible ability to show up and not suck. Smaller cities don't have a big pool of talent to begin with, and if you show up on time, get the job done, and smi...

It was a slow night at the fuel stop. The last time someone had been in was over an hour ago, and it was starting to look like the rest of their shift would be just as dead. Silus, the keyholder and older worker, was certainly looking forward to a dead night.
"Hey" said Rebb, his younger coworker, a perky goth with bright green pixie-cut hair that had little LED lights spliced into it to contrast with the rest of her black....

This is a true story of my journey as a father of a 18 year old son to me discovering his girlfriends sexual side and more about her than any potential father-in-law should know. This will be the first of 3 parts and I look forward to sharing my evolution with you all! Thank you to Kenji for making the much needed edits and making my story flow! Enjoy and I look forward to the comments!...

Some may consider me crazy, or being naïve, allowing much older men take advantage of me. They just do not understand. I think those misunderstand our relationship. There are so many small things, example, I can sit down anywhere, normally in front of anyone of them, hand whomever my brush. They will always will brush my hair spending the few moments, both of us enjoying a simple pleasure. We began with them as my protectors, loving protectors, although they probably did not need it as much as I do or did. ...

This is my first ever submission. I have always like to create stories with a naughty twist. Right up front I need to tell you that the naughtiness starts slowly. I tend to want the reader get a feel for the main characters so when the sex happens there is a meaning to it. I've rarely enjoyed the wham bam thank you mamma type stories....

Roommate
Chapter Eleven
After all that sex I threw them out of my room and locked the door, "I've had enough for a while." But then I found out they had a school break for three weeks and they all headed back to see their family. "Oh well, I guess I can rest and wait for them to come back to school."...

Author's note: I'm new to Literotica and just finding my feet. I'm doing that by reworking common themes and tropes in my own way. If you like it, please review and vote as it lets me know if you want a sequel. If you don't like it, you don't have to downvote or say anything negative, we're all just trying our best....

Part Four
I confirmed the start date with Tony and scheduled delivery of the required materials for day one. It was only a three, maybe a four day job, and I put my best team on it. I had arranged for the materials to be delivered early and told the guys not to be late, as that particular morning I had to quote for another job....

It was a Sunday, so we just lay there, bathed by the morning sun and having a post-sex cuddle.
Neha eventually decided that we needed breakfast and disappeared for a while, returning with tea and toast and dressed in an oversized white T Shirt with a smiley face on the front. It was a bit tight across the breasts, but I had no problem with that and it hung to nearly her knees, the contrast between her dark brown skin and the white T Shirt looked very cute and seductive....

Right. So. I sucked off our neighbour's son in the garden shed. Faculty party. My husband was... hang on, let me back up a bit.
You know the type of faculty party I mean? Those ones where everyone's pretending they're not counting the minutes till they can leave? Chancellor droning on about funding cuts, everyone nursing warm Pimm's that's like 90% fruit and 10% actual booze. Professor Atkins with those yellow teeth, talking about his bloody book again. You know he just changes the title and publishes th...

[Author's note] This is part 2 of a multipart story I wrote in payment for a bet I lost to a chat friend who was the inspiration for it. In the story, she calls me Uncle Ron though I'm not her uncle. I have been employed by her family for many years and feel much honor from her calling me Uncle This is my first time submitting a story and I hope you enjoy it. I would love any feedback you provide to me. I will submit another part soon. All characters are over 18....

Tyl had just started his new job and was feeling pretty good about himself. At his previous work he had gotten into a nasty fight with his boss and was looking to jump ship asap.
Luckily for him, he got contacted on Linkedin by a head hunter and the new employers were glad for him to onboard asap....

Now, a divorced woman with two adult kids in college. I was lonely and needed sex. A man to talk with and to lie on top of me, touching and sucking me. Then I would give it right back to him. My options were limitless, or so I thought.
I tried a few dating sites for the over-50 crowd. If I'm lucky, I might find a date who lives too far away or has no personality. So, I went out and bought a new vibrator and started watching porn. Somehow, I wandered onto a live chat site that had all sorts of naked bodie...

I read somewhere that the working class has one advantage over the upper classes. We have networks and we rely on those networks to get things done. In other words we look out for each other. Sure some of us skate very close to the edge of legality, some of us do things that we shouldn't really do and most, if not all do things that are frowned on by "polite society" i. e. the upper classes or maybe they just hide their sins more carefully. So buckle up and come into the world that I and my extensive networ...

Maria And The Three Goliaths
(An Adult Fairy Tale)
By Aleq Satyr
"Goliaths are a humanoid race of distant giant ancestry, with a notable relation to stone giants. They average between seven to eight feet tall in height"... Wikipedia
Prologue
Fairy tales have always fascinated us as children. And why not? These are tales where dragons can be defeated, and a prince comes to save the day. As we grow older, reality seeps into these tales and we forget the magic these stories used to weave. This s...

This is the first part of a multipart story I wrote in payment for a bet I lost to a chat friend who was the inspiration for it. Each part is not long as I was emailing about one a day. This is my first time submitting a story and I hope you enjoy it. I would love any feedback you provide to me. I will submit another part soon. All characters are over 18....

When I got out of the service, I was 20, I rented from the man I worked for, it was half of a farm house, so I had some privacy and plenty of room. The person that lived next door was a 40 year old woman who had a friend who would visit on occasion, I could tell he was there by the noise they made when having sex....

About 5 years after Tiny's mum, Mrs X, (willingly) took away my innocence I found myself enjoying a brief but fantastic evening with her again. I'd continued to have the odd liaison with Mrs X following that summer, mainly a frantic shag when I was staying over to visit Tiny, but nothing worthy of story here. Until this happened....

Disclaimer: All characters, places, scenarios, names and company's are fictitious, if by chance I am describing what happened to you, all I can say is you are lucky so and so. If you wish to leave a comment please do so, but please use your tag, anonymous comments about punctuation, grammer etc are a waste of your time, Literotica check for these things and will not publish the story unless it passes their strict guidelines....

Most youth sports coaches, including myself, have a very common coaching phase that is used with players, particularly football players. The phrase is, "Keep your head on a swivel." The message is to always be aware of your surroundings, so you don't get blindsided.
Fortunately, a lot of wealthy Milf mom trophy wives never learned this lesson. Some of them eventually learned the hard way. My partner's and I made a very healthy living for many years by teaching these wealthy mature trophy wives, and their...

The time between college and university
I had just finished college and was thinking of traveling a bit until I graduated and earning some money if possible, as it was still a few months away. So I had been traveling for about 10 days, currently in Idaho, when I arrived in the small town by bus in the evening and was looking for cheap accommodation. This time it seemed to be difficult, so I came out of the youth hostel disappointed that it was fully booked. I must not have been paying attention and so I ...

Could that be Kayla? I couldn't help but wonder as I turned into my cul-de-sac and saw her getting something out of a car parked in the driveway of Tony and Ellen Reed's place.
Her hair was the right color, although shorter than I remembered. She looked to be about the right age, but I hadn't really seen Kayla in what had to be about 20 years, not since she went away for college....

Saturday night was here, and I showed up at Jess' house at about 7pm. It felt strange going to the front door, as I normally was met waiting naked in the laundry room. Laura answered the door wearing a silk robe. She welcomed me in and brought me into the living room where Jess was pouring each of us a large glass of wine. Jess smiled, handing each of us a glass. She was wearing the same silk robe that Laura was....

The New Friend
"Last chance, have we got everything?" John said holding the front door ajar.
"I think so love, if we've forgotten anything, we can buy it on the boat."
They climbed into the taxi for the short drive to the port. This was the couple's second cruise. It wasn't really John's cup of tea, but he conceded Mary had gone without so many holidays when he'd been in the army that he could grin and bare it for her....

For the first fifteen years of our marriage, Ellen worked in several local hotels because the hours suited the responsibilities of having two young children. Typically, she'd work for a couple of years in one place before moving on and usually because, for some unknown reason, no matter how good and reliable a worker you were, hotel owners and managers, somehow, eventually turned into Basil Fawlty and it was time to go. The one exception to that norm was when Ellen got a job working with two particularly ob...

Ashlynn's stomach dropped and suddenly she felt the urge to break out into tears. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she began to pull on the clothes she came to his apartment in. "I'll be right back. I... uh... I'm going to go change and I'll be right back." she stammered as she grabbed her laundry basket and walked out the door....