More Mature Stories?

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being stuck for fresh ideas (as often happens) I think of a mature sequel to My Father's Secretary where decades later, the narrator is now running Dad's company. He advertises for an executive assistant and who applies but the secretary from chapter one. She is even more beautiful, like a fine wine,

Got me thinking that what we need is more mature stories. Probably because I'm just a dirty old man.
 
How about this for a starter. It was another scorching day in Devon and clothes at our house are always optional, on this day being naked was a necessity. My wife Samantha, my eldest daughter and Hazel her girlfriend were all working on our tan lines and taking dips in our infinity pool.

It did not take long or to many Margaritas before the sexual passion overtook the sun bathing with my Samantha, my wife, and Hazel, my daughter’s girlfriend were enjoying each other’s body’s with hazel’s sweet mouth burrowing between my wife’s legs and onto her beautiful hairless pussy.

Hazel’s arse was high in the air and my wife was on our grass lying on her back enjoying the skills of Hazel’s tongue and lips. This made me so hot I just had to join in and it was not long before I was on my knees riming Hazel’s butthole and pushing two fingers into her tight little pussy.

Not e out done my daughter straddled my wife’s face lowering her sweet tasting pussy onto my wife’s face allowing my wife full access to the sexual folds between her legs. This lesbian orgy continue for some time as we changed partners and positions making sure each of us had cum running out of our body’s as we rolled apart and laid on the grass and enjoyed the warmth of the remains of our orgasms.

It was at this moment that our gardener arrived to cut the padlocks grass and trim a hedge that my wife had thought needed tidying up. Now Ben is in his 60’s but he is fit and can put many youngsters to shame with his physical appearance and energy. “Oh sorry Miss Samantha.” He said, adding he didn’t realise we were entertaining.

Samantha never being shy abut her 40 year old body sat up and told him not to worry and he was to come over and join us for a drink. Ordering me to get a beer for Ben as Hazel turned her attention to her girlfriend’s body ignoring Ben’s presence.

By this time I had returned with a pint bottle of Ben’s favourite beer. Standing in front of him naked as the day I was born. Ben tried to be the gentleman and look away but Samantha sat up beside my left leg and slid her hand up the inside of my leg and started to play with my labia finding the hood of my clit and began to tease it.

We had never been modest around Ben, meaning we would never rush to dress when he or any other person would visit us, but we had never gone this far with Ben. I could se he was a little uncomfortable with the sexual show Samantha was putting on, however his eyes gave him away as they returned to the sight of my wife’s fingers playing with my pussy.

He took a few gulps of his beer and I pulled away from Samantha getting onto my knees and I traced the outline of Ben’s cock through his trousers with my tongue. I was impressed as he was erect and from the feel of him on my tongue was a good 7 or 8 inches long. I reached up to let his monster out by undoing his belt and trouser button’s unzipping his fly I found only a white shaft of English cock as he hadn’t any underwear on and his cock stood there to attention awaiting the attention’s of my mouth.

I played with the head of his cock with my tongue before slipping my lips over it’s girth and riding my head down it’s length a few inches allowing my tongue to play with the underside of his solid cock before taking it deeper into my mouth and into the neck of my throat. My hand cupped his balls as my head gradually took his whole length repeatedly into my mouth.

I thought he would cum within a few minutes but he didn’t and his spare hand reached behind my head and started to control the speed that his cock disappeared into my mouth. I heard him say “ that’s it girl ride me hard.” As my nose started to hit his pubic bone and he thrusted into my wanton mouth.

After five minutes or so, he pulled out and asked Samantha. “if he could fuck the slut now.” Meaning me. Samantha who had been enjoying the show said that she had promised he could. “Have your way with the little whore.” Laughing as she said it.

Ben pushed me onto my knees then with the view of my wife, my daughter and her girlfriend playing with each other Ben rough hands grabbed my hips and pulled me hard back onto his rampant shaft, filling me with his manhood taking me on a ride I hadn’t expected.

Just to make it clear my daughter and her girlfriend and myself are all of legal age.
 
How about this for a starter. It was another scorching day in Devon and clothes at our house are always optional, on this day being naked was a necessity. My wife Samantha, my eldest daughter and Hazel her girlfriend were all working on our tan lines and taking dips in our infinity pool.

It did not take long or to many Margaritas before the sexual passion overtook the sun bathing with my Samantha, my wife, and Hazel, my daughter’s girlfriend were enjoying each other’s body’s with hazel’s sweet mouth burrowing between my wife’s legs and onto her beautiful hairless pussy.

Hazel’s arse was high in the air and my wife was on our grass lying on her back enjoying the skills of Hazel’s tongue and lips. This made me so hot I just had to join in and it was not long before I was on my knees riming Hazel’s butthole and pushing two fingers into her tight little pussy.

Not e out done my daughter straddled my wife’s face lowering her sweet tasting pussy onto my wife’s face allowing my wife full access to the sexual folds between her legs. This lesbian orgy continue for some time as we changed partners and positions making sure each of us had cum running out of our body’s as we rolled apart and laid on the grass and enjoyed the warmth of the remains of our orgasms.

It was at this moment that our gardener arrived to cut the padlocks grass and trim a hedge that my wife had thought needed tidying up. Now Ben is in his 60’s but he is fit and can put many youngsters to shame with his physical appearance and energy. “Oh sorry Miss Samantha.” He said, adding he didn’t realise we were entertaining.

Samantha never being shy abut her 40 year old body sat up and told him not to worry and he was to come over and join us for a drink. Ordering me to get a beer for Ben as Hazel turned her attention to her girlfriend’s body ignoring Ben’s presence.

By this time I had returned with a pint bottle of Ben’s favourite beer. Standing in front of him naked as the day I was born. Ben tried to be the gentleman and look away but Samantha sat up beside my left leg and slid her hand up the inside of my leg and started to play with my labia finding the hood of my clit and began to tease it.

We had never been modest around Ben, meaning we would never rush to dress when he or any other person would visit us, but we had never gone this far with Ben. I could se he was a little uncomfortable with the sexual show Samantha was putting on, however his eyes gave him away as they returned to the sight of my wife’s fingers playing with my pussy.

He took a few gulps of his beer and I pulled away from Samantha getting onto my knees and I traced the outline of Ben’s cock through his trousers with my tongue. I was impressed as he was erect and from the feel of him on my tongue was a good 7 or 8 inches long. I reached up to let his monster out by undoing his belt and trouser button’s unzipping his fly I found only a white shaft of English cock as he hadn’t any underwear on and his cock stood there to attention awaiting the attention’s of my mouth.

I played with the head of his cock with my tongue before slipping my lips over it’s girth and riding my head down it’s length a few inches allowing my tongue to play with the underside of his solid cock before taking it deeper into my mouth and into the neck of my throat. My hand cupped his balls as my head gradually took his whole length repeatedly into my mouth.

I thought he would cum within a few minutes but he didn’t and his spare hand reached behind my head and started to control the speed that his cock disappeared into my mouth. I heard him say “ that’s it girl ride me hard.” As my nose started to hit his pubic bone and he thrusted into my wanton mouth.

After five minutes or so, he pulled out and asked Samantha. “if he could fuck the slut now.” Meaning me. Samantha who had been enjoying the show said that she had promised he could. “Have your way with the little whore.” Laughing as she said it.

Ben pushed me onto my knees then with the view of my wife, my daughter and her girlfriend playing with each other Ben rough hands grabbed my hips and pulled me hard back onto his rampant shaft, filling me with his manhood taking me on a ride I hadn’t expected.

Just to make it clear my daughter and her girlfriend and myself are all of legal age.
fine idea but this is not the place to post stories
 
being stuck for fresh ideas (as often happens) I think of a mature sequel to My Father's Secretary where decades later, the narrator is now running Dad's company. He advertises for an executive assistant and who applies but the secretary from chapter one. She is even more beautiful, like a fine wine,

Got me thinking that what we need is more mature stories. Probably because I'm just a dirty old man.

A while ago when I first joined and some good ideas were actually being put forward (yes, as far back as that) there was a raft of proposals for mature MCs in stories.

This now seems to have died the death accompanied by the general deterioration in the quality of contributions.
 
being stuck for fresh ideas (as often happens) I think of a mature sequel to My Father's Secretary where decades later, the narrator is now running Dad's company. He advertises for an executive assistant and who applies but the secretary from chapter one. She is even more beautiful, like a fine wine,

Got me thinking that what we need is more mature stories. Probably because I'm just a dirty old man.
Excuse me, Sir! There is nothing wrong with being a dirty old man, or woman, for that matter! Most of my stories feature an age gap element. What I haven't done is portray a mature couple. Elder sex anyone?
 
Most of my stories are a bit mature, 50s and 60s age group...because I'm old and like mature...but seeing the number of high school and college dorm stories here, makes me think my taste in mature stories are well in the minority.
 
A while ago when I first joined and some good ideas were actually being put forward (yes, as far back as that) there was a raft of proposals for mature MCs in stories.

This now seems to have died the death accompanied by the general deterioration in the quality of contributions.
There are still good ideas here. Sometimes they just need a little tweaking. I very seldom find plots for entire stories. Usually it's just a nugget of inspiration. The best thing is when someone suggests something that would fit into a story I'm currently writing. That always gives me an added motivational kick and it's a great feeling.
Excuse me, Sir! There is nothing wrong with being a dirty old man, or woman, for that matter! Most of my stories feature an age gap element. What I haven't done is portray a mature couple. Elder sex anyone?
Agreed. Your writing is excellent and I've just added two of your stories to my reading list.
I enjoyed Cuckquean Cruise very much.
 
There are still good ideas here.

On that point we shall obviously differ.

I have reached the stage where, having visited the site ever more infrequently, I think I'm about to call it a day. I'm aware that quite a few others, members I used to respect, have already done so.
 
On that point we shall obviously differ.

I have reached the stage where, having visited the site ever more infrequently, I think I'm about to call it a day. I'm aware that quite a few others, members I used to respect, have already done so.

Well, it's a damn shame that we are not living up to your expectations. I'll get everyone together and we'll have a Zoom meeting on how we can better serve you. I'll just look into your history and check all the wonderful ideas you've posted and the stories you've published and see if we can ... oh wait.

Well, this is awkward. :confused:
 
Well, it's a damn shame that we are not living up to your expectations. I'll get everyone together and we'll have a Zoom meeting on how we can better serve you. I'll just look into your history and check all the wonderful ideas you've posted and the stories you've published and see if we can ... oh wait.

Well, this is awkward. :confused:

Completely agree... taking refuge in sarcasm rather than reasoned argument usually is.

The reason I have made increasingly fewer posts has been the growing realisation of what kind of audience awaited them. In the end, demoralisation sets in.
 
Completely agree... taking refuge in sarcasm rather than reasoned argument usually is.
The reason I have made increasingly fewer posts has been the growing realisation of what kind of audience awaited them. In the end, demoralisation sets in.
Wel if there was a reasoned argument to be made, I'd happily debate you. But there isn't because the issue is a matter of your opinion. Yours. There are no facts to toss around, no stats to look up.
 
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The Mature category is alive and well on LitE. I love reading and writing about mature ladies in romantic and passionate situations and Mature frequently delivers.

Story ideas is about exploring ideas and I don't know if you can really say an idea is necessarily bad. A good writer can make something out of just about anything.
 
The oldest men I have been to bed with are in their late 60s and my god do they like to get their pound of flesh. Maybe there is a story there.
 
62 here. Love to read mature stories. For my part, I take incidents from my past and spice them up. Currently, though, I have an 18 yo loss of virginity story. But I might work up some more mature content. Camping trip too mundane? How about and elder scifi convention story? Or a writer’s workshop shop story? (Convention but no scifi)
 
Camping trip too mundane? How about and elder scifi convention story? Or a writer’s workshop shop story? (Convention but no scifi)
Put your own experiences in when deciding a setting. The detail you can add to the scene means so much to a reader because it brings it to life. I've done hobby shops, car shows, beach houses, offices, condos, cruise ships and trailer parks all based on somewhere I've been.

So if you're a big camper, hiker, convention-goer, whatever, use them as your setting. 'Write what you know' is one of the oldest idioms of writing, and it's good advice.
 
A while ago when I first joined and some good ideas were actually being put forward (yes, as far back as that) there was a raft of proposals for mature MCs in stories.

This now seems to have died the death accompanied by the general deterioration in the quality of contributions.

Can't but agree. I've been finding very few things worth commenting on for quite a while now. Maybe my tastes are being overtaken by those of a younger generation.
 
I find damn few stories here that I like...but I don't think it's literotica. I seldom find books in the library I want to read—books by well-known and read authors, by the hundreds—that I don't care to read. I don't blame them; many people buy their books and love em.
I'm too easily turned off to a story...a few words that I find annoying, college dorms, stunning women. It has to be me that's the difficult one...
 
There is a train of thought that every story that could be written has been written. All new stories are rewritten stories of old. Most story’s of love are based on Romeo and Juliet or love story, but I guess they are the same story. 😂
 
There is a train of thought that every story that could be written has been written. All new stories are rewritten stories of old. Most story’s of love are based on Romeo and Juliet or love story, but I guess they are the same story. 😂
You mean, most stories of love are based on a comedy about two horny teens being idiots?🤭 Cause, ole Willie fully intended for them to be laughed at. Just imagine him rolling in his grave now at all the people sighing over that story and going, "Such a romantic tragedy."

Hmmm, that might make for an interesting story idea for someone. A crotchety old historian that is constantly getting into debates with a romantic literature lover on intent vs interpretation, and the love that blossoms out of it.
 
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