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Dedication

I’m often asked to name my favorite character, of my books I mean, and I always say Mandy. I like all of my characters, or at least most of ‘em anyway, but Mandy rocks. Sometimes I feel like we’re going steady. So when readers tell me how much they appreciate her stories, I get all giddy inside. I love Mandy and it means a lot to me that you love her too. So I dedicate this book to all the Mandy fans, especially to one fan in particular, Leanna, who wrote in a recent review of book 2, Margaritas by Moonlight, “I NEED much more Mandy in my life.” Thank you Leanna and thanks to everyone else who has been with me on this ride. One of my dreams is to see Mandy in her own TV show. Who knows, MAYBE Mandy will make it there one day.

I also want to thank all of my beta readers this time around. You guys always help me clean up my work. Thank you Alicia, Maureen, Chrisstine, Riley, Zara, and Jocqueline. As always, thanks to Kendall for helping me get this one out to as many readers and blogs as possible. Love you guys!

*Mandy is a fictional character who fully understands the need to use protection during sex. She ALWAYS uses contraceptives. If it is not mentioned in the story it is only to prevent the slowing down of the story or interruption to the fantasy element. Have fun and be safe!*

Chapter 1 – Know When to Fold

How did I end up naked at this dining room table? Well, I’m not completely naked. I am wearing panties. So how did I end up sitting across from Pete, the young stud with biceps larger than my thighs?

He called me a MILF.

Yes, I was called a MILF the other day. For anyone who doesn’t already know, that’s a “Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”

The interesting thing is, I’m not a fucking mom! I have no children. I have nothing against them but I’ve yet to have a baby so a young hunk calling me a MILF is a lot like labeling me as one of the “mature” chicks he watches in porn videos. And I’m not that fucking old.

Pete’s a towel boy at my gym. So how did the towel boy become brazen enough to call me a mom he’d like to fuck? Well, that part’s sort of my fault. I did kind of ask him if he’d “dry these off for me.”

By these I was talking about my tits and I only asked because Jill dared me to. Yes, like a grade school kid, I fell for the double dog dare. She even put the cherry on top.

I never expected to be offended. I don’t know what I expected him to say but MILF wasn’t it. I think when he made the comment my mouth must have hung open because he actually reached out and closed it for me, letting his hand remain on my chin longer than he should have.

“MILF?” I asked.

“You don’t know what it means?”

“I know what it fucking means, you twerp.”

“It’s a compliment.”

“It would be if I had a toddler running around somewhere.”

He didn’t respond. I mean, what would he say in that situation, right? Something like, “Well let me give you a toddler.” Or, “How about you spank me like a mama?”

No, he remained silent. Suddenly I was on the defensive and with my super-charged, sexually-hyped, modern-woman attitude, that meant I needed to show him who’s boss.

So I leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear, “What you said to me was really really rude. Show me what you’d do to a MILF and I might let it slide.”

He didn’t miss a beat.

“Pick me up at nine.”

The kid didn’t even have a fucking car. I wasn’t expecting it to be a long-lasting fling so I brushed it off and agreed to pick him up later.

Then we were at his place, sitting across from each other, and I was pretending to know what the hell I was doing in a game of poker. Somehow, I kept losing my clothes.

So there I sat with my arm covering my nipples. Pete was nice enough to take off his shirt even though I never won a game. The view from my side of the table was worth all I’d experienced so far. His chest was almost as big as mine, but in a chiseled, beefcake kinda way.

It didn’t take long before Pete swiped everything off the table, climbed on top of it, and crawled over to me. My pussy was pouring as I watched the manly maneuver and all I could think of was, “He called me a MILF. What would a MILF do in this situation?”

You know what I did? Here’s what I did. I waited till he reached my side of the table, then I stuck my tit in his mouth. Yep, just like that.

“Suck mama’s tit,” I said.

God, I’m so corny. I did say it though.

Back to sucking my tit, and boy did he. Holy shit! That kid climbed off the table without letting my nipple fall from his lips. Then he gently tilted my chair back until it was flat against the floor and I was sliding off it and onto the carpet.

With both hands, he cupped my tits together and gave both nipples a good tongue lashing. I don’t know where he learned his skills. Probably from some frat party hijinks but whatever school of hard knocks he attended, he definitely earned an “A” in foreplay.

He leaned over me and focused on my chest while I did tricks with my feet I didn’t know I could manage. I was like one of the fucking apes from Planet of the Apes using my toes to unbuckle his belt and my heels to hook his pockets and yank his pants off his waist.

I think even Pete was surprised when his cock sprang free and dangled between his balls and my panties and he seemed even more shocked when I took him in my hand and gave him short and quick jerks.

He was big and curved slightly upward, and the best part? He was panting. Yes, panting.

By panting I mean he’d taken his mouth off my tits and was concentrating on the handjob he was getting. I’m not one to be selfish but I have to admit I was bummed that he’d gotten so comfortable in his own pleasure. I mean, what about mine?

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he kicked his shoes and pants the rest of the way off and climbed up to chest level. I’m not kidding. I know how this sounds, but Pete basically sat on me, put his cock on my chest, and smooshed my tits together, forcing me to give him an involuntary tittie fuck.

Now, I can’t see my own face at times like these, but at the angle I was looking up at the tip of his cock, I can only imagine I had that double-chin, face squished up, what-the-fuck look on my face.

I mean seriously. What…the…fuck?

Don’t get me wrong, I like a tittie fuck like anyone else, especially if it’s a guy I’ve been seeing and we’ve worked up to it and it’s a mutually beneficial thing. I wouldn’t be in the situation if I didn’t want to fuck the guy in the first place.

So, all in all, things were kind of going according to plan. His plan.

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