Hot moms are everywhere – in the grocery store, the local high school and even sitting on a park bench. All it takes is a little imagination to see them.
A woman’s sensuality changes as she matures and goes through the ebb and flow of youthful blossoming, middle aged knowledge and mature freedom.
This book is a celebration of all the hot moms out there. And I also like to think that around every park bench, and grocery store aisle, there’s a person of discerning taste who can really see how amazing you all are.
Happy MILF Day!
“I’ve had this in my mind my whole life.”
I feel my satin panties getting damp.
Jarrod crosses his arms and pulls his shirt off in one movement. His chest is lean and muscled, a scattering of hair near the center above a great set of abs and a well-carved midsection. A dark trail of hair leads down to his dirty denim and I notice the top button is already undone.
“And you know what else?” he asks rhetorically. “I’ve wanted something else too…since I first laid eyes on you.”
Suddenly all my memories of Jarrod as an awkward teenager are gone, being replaced by the man I see in front of me, lean and muscular but big in all the right places, motioning for me to come forward with one, long, thick finger that I know will be in me the minute I allow it.
He stands before me, lips wet and ready. The minute they are on me I know I won’t resist. I pull his hand toward me and lick his index finger, making eye contact until he looks away.
