God, that made Emilia want to cry all the harder. She shook her head, unable to speak.
“Hey, how about I call ahead and see if we can get a table at Crawford’s sometime? Make a night out of it? Go dancing, maybe?”
That brought a weak chuckle out of Emilia. “I think we’d be the oldest people on the dance floor by fifteen years, hon.”
“You’re thirty-eight, not dead,” he said. “Come on. Let’s have some fun.”
“Okay,” Emilia said, her smile much more natural now. “Yes. Absolutely.”
* * *
Milo lived the furthest away from the Candless’s place, but was still only three blocks away. He didn’t bother driving, but jogged over, nodding to a couple neighbors he passed by. There were some other hotties on the street, but none of them compared to Emilia. From the first day when they were twelve Landon invited him over to play video games, Mrs. Candless had been Milo’s number one fantasy. He damn near bit his fist every time he thought of her big juicy ass and the tits he wanted to suck.
It wasn’t just her hourglass figure, either, but all of her. Emilia was sexy right up until she smiled with those tight lips, and then she transformed into something beautiful. Combined with the gentle crinkle of her dark eyes, she could have been a model. Most their teenage years, she carried a little extra softness to her, a fullness in the thighs and a little pooch to the stomach. He’d liked that softness and kind of missed it, but he had to admit, the tightening up she’d done really made her all that much sexier.
How many times had he fantasized about walking in on her when she was in the kitchen, in nothing but her underwear, or maybe wearing one of her aprons? She fulfilled a deep, dark lust in him for a motherly type. Seeing her that first day, having her serve him and Landon up some cookies while they played, it drove him towards discovering his very first and greatest kink — older woman, and specifically, as the years went on, hot moms.
At college, the real reason he broke up with his girlfriend was pretty simple, all things considered — she found out Milo had been fucking a professor, a single mom, regularly. She’d never found out about the forty-something real estate agent or her best friend, a thirty-five-year-old stay-at-home MILF. That was probably for the best. Their fight had been pretty ugly as it was. And objectively, his girlfriend’s astonishment was right. The cougars, to just about any other guy, wouldn’t have held a candle to his girlfriend’s long legs, bubble butt, or her angelic face, but given the choice between her young tight body and the cougars, Milo would pick the cougars every time.
Mrs. Candless was the one who started all those helpless fantasies. And now, finally, Milo felt like he was on the verge of fucking her.
I’m sorry, Landon, he murmured to himself, but the apology was a distant, miniscule thing compared to the sheer joy and rampaging lust pounding in his skull.
He knocked.
Mrs. Candless wasn’t home.
“Fuck,” he muttered. But as he started off her porch, her familiar Kia turned a corner. She honked and he waved. Her garage door rolled up, and he ducked under it to greet her when she pulled in.