After the success of the book MILFS, many people entered my social networks asking me to write about a very similar topic: writing erotic stories involving elderly women. So throw the first stone, the sixty-year-old woman who has never experienced something that society would discriminate against, like having a relationship with a thirty- to forty-year-old man. If you are a woman with silver locks, you have never lived, this book will show you cases that happen right there, close to you. They are forbidden, sinful, perverted and almost always casual affairs, between women from sixty years old and young men in their thirties, thirties, even forties. The pleasure described in the stories will be rediscovered and re-experienced by the characters all the time, because remembering is still nostalgic. Feelings will also be awakened in these pleasures. And in the midst of this melting pot of discriminated lusts, you, the reader, will identify with each of these situations, which will be set especially in Florida: the grayest American state in the USA. This book has, in its essence, a game of words, ideas and consents, all of them aimed at a single purpose: to live the sexual freedom of the third woman, even though it is prohibited by people who think that elderly women no longer feel pleasure. . But let's face it: the forbidden is still the tastiest side of any fruit. Lutecio Falu
Serge has a former teacher named Stacy who taught him in elementary school when he was still living in Louisiana, before he moved to Florida with his retired parents. But because they live in the same Florida neighborhood, Pass-a-Grille Beach, their families got closer and even after having graduated from university and moved, both always keep in touch and, after discovering that Stacy was also living in Florida and that had become CEO of his own brand of gym wear.
The intimacy was such that, at times Serge is spending the afternoon at her mansion and at times Stacy is spending the afternoon at his house, always talking to her parents.
And on a hot, humid Thursday, it was no exception. Serge went to his former teacher Stacy's mansion after she texted him to have lunch with her. Stacy has been divorced for several years, but even though she has reached sixty and become a successful billionaire, she is still a hottie. She is a retired Physical Education teacher, but is always working out and keeping in good shape, to advertise her clothes and maintain her high standard of living. So much so that her ass is the envy of many young cheerleaders who are in their eighteen to twenty-two years old. This Cajun woman from Louisiana still sports a nice pair of perky medium breasts; she's friendly, a lover of fine wines and to the surprise of Serge, who is already in his thirties, she's very naughty.
The man went to his former teacher's residence. She lives in a beautiful wooded mansion with its own lake. He arrived at her mansion, rang the bell and was welcomed as there was only her. She said that she had just left her only son at the airport, as he was going to travel back to his father's house, where he had always lived since they separated and the employees were off duty. The two had lunch with a very light meal, prepared by her and, chattering, both sat on the porch of Stacy's house and started drinking a sparkling wine Toscana Antinori wine. It's not known if it was the effect of the wine or some repressed desire, but for Serge, Stacy looked delicious in the gym leotard she was wearing that day, especially when he looked over and found that she was wearing tiny panties underneath.
The two were drinking and talking about the lives they both had in Louisiana before moving to another state, and before she became a billionaire, until that more intimate subject began. Stacy started asking Serge about his girlfriends, since he was never married and lived to take care of his parents. The thirty-year-old man also asked his former teacher if she had any affairs in Florida. Stacy laughed and replied:
"Well, you cheeky kid, I'm old, but I wasn't dead, because even at sixty, I still give a lot of 'leather'".
The two laughed and Serge said:
"I'm not scolding you, because what's good has to practice, mainly because as much as you think you're old, I'm sure you still beat up a lot of young women out there".
That was then the cue for both to start talking about some adventures they had lived in Louisiana, and one that Stacy told Serge was having sex with a stranger while lending her house and bed to a friend of hers to cheat on her husband, and that she and the stranger were caught by some people who passed close to where they were, which was the back of a supermarket where she had just gone shopping and that this only served to set her on fire. Serge shared some of their high school adventures and Stacy revealed to him that once in high school she saw Serge getting blown off by one of the cheerleaders in the school locker room when she was on her way to get some dodgeballs for practice, but who didn't interrupt so as not to cut the joy of the young man who was becoming more and more popular among girls.
Serge was embarrassed, but Stacy told him not to worry, because she liked what he saw, as she walked towards her former student, sat on his lap, gave him a kiss and began to slowly wiggle in order to excite him. him to feel his hard cock through his pants. Serge took advantage and held that ass with both hands. Stacy smiled:
"Now the afternoon is getting good..." Said the former teacher while she wiggled on Serge's lap and his dick grew. "And if you keep the secret, you only have to win".
Serge doesn't say anything: he just squeezed his former teacher's ass willingly. Stacy stopped kissing him, stood up and took off those gym clothes right there on the porch of his house and the suspicions of that single thirty-year-old man were confirmed: she was wearing tiny white panties, stuck in that big ass , matured and delicious. Serge pulled Stacy by the hand into the living room inside her house, placing her on all fours on the couch. Then, without wasting time, the man put Stacy's panties aside and licked that old-age pussy that drooled for him for a long time.
After winning many licks and sucks, Stacy started to take off Serge's clothes and as soon as she saw that man with a hard cock in front of her, she ended up falling in her mouth and sucking him with a lot of desire. She licked the head of Serge's cock, the balls and shoved it all in her mouth, because she was exploding with lust. Serge sat on the sofa and pulled Stacy to him. The man put her panties aside and without doing any kind of ceremony she sat down. And as he sat down he realized why she was such a hit with boys in high school: hot, tight and very wet pussy she has.
Stacy would sit up tight and jump and moan. Serge squeezed that huge ass of hers and sucked those mature breasts, but still standing. Stacy's honey for Serge's dick. And after a while, the thirty-year-old man put her on all fours on the couch and with her panties aside, put her back in that hot pussy. The man slapped that ass and Stacy screamed, telling him to fuck her so she could come again. Serge ended up cumming on his former teacher's ass and back. The two fell onto the couch, breathing hard. The two laughed at that situation and Stacy told them to keep that secret.
After resting, the two got dressed, said goodbye and while walking back to his house, Serge is already thinking about when he will pay the next visit.
This story that will be presented to you has passed through centuries in darkness and anonymity, for having been forbidden to be told, so that it would be erased once and for all from the libraries of the world. But that's not what happened. She was forgotten for so long, that for many, she is nothing more than a legend; for others, it is nothing more than a collective hallucination, and for an incredulous minority, it is nothing more than pure mythology. But it came about because of the courage of a few accountants, whose reputation for madness haunted them for years. These were madmen, who were little by little putting together fragments of ancient texts translated into several dead languages. Fitting the truth as it really is, it was discovered that a long time ago, on this same Earth where men walk and corrupt to this day, there were fantastic beings that, incredible as it may seem, are still free out there living. between us. These beings that it is not known for sure if they arose along with the Creation, or if they came after it. However, the reports contained herein suggest that the second option is the most valid. If what you'll find here is real? Venture into reading these scrolls and find out! Lutecio Falu
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
Joanna was sabotaged by her sister and ended up in a stranger’s bed. Despised by her boyfriend and pressured by her family, she was forced to marry a wealthy scoundrel, Rhys. Rhys’ young adoptive father was the richest man in town, but was also said to be violent. Everyone thought Joanna was doomed, but Owen favored her and condemned her bullies. Joanna secretly loved Owen, but after a night of passion, he began to withdraw from her. Heartbroken, she entertained other men. She was on a date when Owen suddenly barged in. "You said you loved me!" Joanna smirked. "Too late. You’ll have to get in line."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"