Got MILF?

By Jenevieve DeBeers

Cassie is a young mother with a tingle to mingle.  She gets her chance, but it is well-witnessed by neighborhood men.  Men interested in the hot MILF.  They make her an offer she's more than eager to accept.  How far will they push her?  How far will she go?

Warning:  This is a multipartner erotica story.

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About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life.  By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day.  Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life.  Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smokin' Hot Press
• Release date: Dec 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781502207531

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Smokin’ Hot Press

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Copyright 2013 by Jenevieve DeBeers

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Got MILF?

Are you coming to the game? Cassie said into her cell phone.

Cassie Daniels sat in the aluminum bleachers beside the little league field.  Her son, Jeremy, was playing for the Cowboys.  They were playing the only other undefeated team, the Hawks.

I got things to do, Aaron said, sounded agitated.  It's just a little league game.  My dad never came to any of my games and I turned out okay.

Not necessarily, she thought, grinding her teeth.  You promised Jeremy that...

I know what I said, he said.  Give me a break.  I'm trying to put bread on the table, woman.  Jesus.  You don't do anything, so you watch him play.

And...he hung up.

Her grip on the phone tightened until her fingers ached.  Outwardly calm, she ended the call on her end, locked the phone, and put it in her handbag.  Cassie could feel the heat on her face, so was grateful for the light breeze cooling her down.  Thankfully no one around her seemed to notice anything was amiss.

Cassie took a deep, calming breath and tried to think of anything but her bastard husband.  His words, I got things to do, kept echoing in her head.  Something more important than watching their son play?  And then she remembered the last thing he was caught doing, was his personal assistant, Megan.

She watched the game for a while, head filled with scenes of Aaron doing bad things to bad girls.  He was a player when she met him, but believed him when he said she changed him.  She just made him a better player.  A stealth player.

I need a drink of water, she said, standing.

Cassie was pleased to see a number of men do double-takes on her.  She wasn't all sexed up, either.  Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, she wore a button down shirt over a white sports bra, and red shorts.  Okay, the shorts were a little on the brief side, and a bit snug, but she considered her butt and hips her best assets.  Of course, since giving birth to Jeremy her boobs had