Teasing His MILF (A Normal Woman, Until She's Turned On)

By Dalia Daudelin

She wanted him all along. What happens next is literally the sexiest thing you'll ever read.

James just wanted an easy break from college. He didn't want to get roped into doing work for his mother's friend.

Sure, she might be sexy, but eyecandy isn't enough to keep James interested. She's a total bombshell with a ton of money, but James wants more.

All he has to do is help with some computer trouble, but he ends up in an awkward situation. She catches him in the bathroom... with "James Jr" in his hands!

Can he ever be forgiven? And more importantly, can he make her see him as a man, instead of a boy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Climax Bundles
• Release date: Aug 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310865459

Dalia Daudelin

Dalia Daudelin writes dirty, and she knows that's exactly how you like it.Dalia was rebellious as a teenager, but in a lot of ways she played it safe. While she was running with a bad crowd, she was a prude. All of that changed when she met her business partner and fiance, Michael Meadows.With a few more years behind her and a lot more experience, Dalia is bringing the naughtiest sexual desires to readers. Sure, reading about BDSM might be safer than acting it out, but that just means she can tease you even harder and inflict even more pain on her characters.It's not just BDSM, either. Dalia has written a huge number of books from many of the hottest kinks out there.During her down time, Dalia likes to play video games like Watch_Dogs, Fallout, and Dragon Age. She also enjoys television shows like The X Files, Blacklist, Portlandia and Supernatural. She's a devoted fan of Yume Nikki, and used to run Alternate Reality Games online.She's conspiracy minded and enjoys researching topics such as MKULTRA, Monarch Programming, and the Illuminati.

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Teasing His MILF

A Normal Woman, Until She's Turned On

Dalia Daudelin

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I had hoped, in spite of myself, to rest through summer break. I had been away at school, first time from home -- you know how it is with college. My first year down the drain, my big hope was that they would let me just sleep in, play some video games, listen to some music... Naturally, the first words out of my parents' mouths were that the trash needed to be taken out, within seconds of walking through the door and laying my suitcase on the floor. I hadn't even opened the door to my room.

So I suppose it didn't come as much of a surprise that morning, when I woke up to a phone call from my mother, with that tone all Italian mothers use, a mixture of worry and condescention, to tell me that she needed me to do her a big favor, a new friend she'd met through her weekly Mahjong. She said I'd definitely know her from when I was young, that her husband had been my baseball coach. I didn't bother to remind her that I only played a single year of little league when I was six, and that was almost fifteen years ago.

'Something with her computer,' my mom said. It wasn't much to go on, and once again it was looking like she'd found a 'little job' that was going to take me all day. I sighed, pulled my pants off the floor, and padded my way to the bathroom for a shower. I had thought, maybe, once I got on campus that my drought with women would come to an end, but it didn't. A thousand girls, absolutely gorgeous girls, and none of them quite felt right. Hell, none of them seemed to think I felt right, either. My virginity was beginning to be an awkward issue that I was going to have to deal with before someone laughed me out of the marriage bed. After all, for all that my mother thought she was helping, I didn't want to have her get me a girlfriend, either.

So I looked up the address, printed off some directions, and hopped in the car. Maybe, I thought: Maybe I will get out of here, fifteen minutes, turn it off and turn it back on, boom. Done for the day. Then I saw her, and I got rid of that thought.

First, the look on her face said it wasn't something minor. She looked like she was about to break into tears at any moment, frantic to say the least. I suspected that she wouldn't be so upset over something I could fix in five minutes. But at the same time, I thought it might not be such a problem. She was gorgeous. Her hair was thick and dark, not especially styled. I got the impression that she had meant to do something with it, before the problem, whatever it was, came up. Her shirt was tight enough to show off the size of her ample bosom, leaving everything to the imagination.

I don't know if it was obvious to her, but I felt like my jaw was hitting the floor. I rolled my tongue back into my mouth, picked my chin up off the floor, and reminded myself that this was someone's wife, and old enough to be my mother. It didn't stop me from noticing her fragrant perfume when I stepped onto the porch, though. Hints of jasmine, perhaps a bit of cinnamon. I didn't indulge in the scent but it was intoxicating. Instead, I reached my hand out for a handshake.

Mrs. Stewart? It's James Trapper. She took my hand. My mother said you had some trouble with your computer I might be able to help you with?

My, you've grown! The line was said like a throw-away comment; small-talk was practically a necessity in these neighborhoods, even if you wanted to get down to business. I smiled, playing the polite young man, but I didn't say anything. Maybe if she didn't realize I wanted to bend her over the arm of the couch I could see in her living room, it