Margaret was putting on her lipstick when the doorbell rang. Giving a final pucker, she slipped the tube into her purse and went to open the door.

“Hey, Mrs. C., looking good. Anthony asked me to pick you up for the rehearsal dinner.”

“Yes, he texted me to let me know you’d be my ride tonight. Come on in, Ben. I need to grab my purse and make sure I locked the back door,” she said warmly.

Ben was looking good, too, she thought, but she felt awkward saying so. Better to keep that observation to herself rather than sound desperate or creepy.

Outside, Ben opened the passenger door of his rental car for his best friend’s mom. He’d been more than happy to oblige when Anthony had asked him to help out. He always liked Mrs. C. and was genuinely surprised when she and Mr. C. divorced. At 55, she was still a beautiful woman. He imagined she had a little help from her hairdresser to keep her vibrant red locks free of any signs of gray, but her face was still youthful-looking, and her eye makeup made her blue eyes pop.

He tried not to notice her shapely legs as they drove to the Grayson Estate for the pre-wedding activities. She was a knockout, and it was a mystery to him why her husband had left her for another woman.

“She’s much younger than me,” Margaret said, as if reading his mind.

“I beg your pardon?” Ben did his best to pretend he didn’t know what she meant, but he was never very good at lying, especially to Mrs. C. His face felt hot as she saw right through him.

“My ex-husband’s new wife is not only younger than I am, she’s younger than you and Anthony.”

Ben shook his head. “Pardon my bluntness, but that seems like a man with a midlife crisis.”

“You’re not wrong. Some men buy expensive sports cars, while others, like Anthony’s father, give up a 30-year marriage for the younger model.”

Ben frowned. “His loss. He should have gone for the car.”

“You’re still a sweetheart, Benjamin Brown.”

“Well, Mrs. C., I only speak the truth.”

“Please, Ben, call me Margaret. I don’t really think of myself as Mrs. C. these days.”

Ben nodded. “Of course, Margaret. But it may take some getting used to.”

Margaret shifted in her seat, looking to change the subject. “No plus one for you for the wedding?” she asked curiously.

“No, I’ve been too busy studying for the Bar Exam to have much of a love life. There’s a girl named Tina that I see off and on, but it’s not serious enough for her to be my date.”

Margaret nodded.

“What about you?” Ben inquired.

“No; I’ve had a few dates here and there, but no one I know well enough to consider bringing to my son’s wedding.”

We discussed all sorts of topics during the remainder of the drive. It was nice to have a conversation with an intelligent woman who had worldly experiences. Tina was a pleasure to look at and adventurous in bed, but there wasn’t a lot of substance there, hence the reason for being “off” at the moment.

When they arrived at Grayson, Anthony and his fiancée, Andrea, were talking to the officiant while those in the wedding party hovered and chatted. Ben felt a pang of disappointment that Anthony hadn’t asked him to stand up in the wedding. At one point in their lives, he expected he would be the Best Man. But Anthony decided to have his father fill that role.  Still, it would have been nice to be asked to be a groomsman. Instead, Ben had been relegated to reading a poem at the ceremony and being Mrs. C’s, well, Margaret’s driver for the festivities. He supposed the latter was no hardship since he’d had a not-so-innocent crush on her in his senior year in High School.

Mr. C., as it turned out, was late for the rehearsal, much to the bride’s chagrin. But Ben stepped in to smooth things over.

“If you need a stand-in for him, I’m happy to help out.”

Anthony shook his head. “Dad will be here, just be patient.”

Andrea rolled her eyes.

Interesting, Ben thought. I wonder if it’s just because he’s late today or if Andrea doesn’t care for her future father-in-law in general.

Five minutes later, Mr. C. and his new wife came rushing through the door. “Sorry, everyone, we got held up by the train,” Mr. C. explained.

“But there wasn’t…” the new Mrs. C. began before being shushed by her husband.

“Hush now, Bunny; just have a seat over here and look pretty.”

Ben watched the new wife cross her arms and pout, but she sat down as instructed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anthony’s mom roll her eyes. He strode over to her and grinned. “You weren’t kidding about her age. What is she, like seventeen?”

Margaret laughed and shook her head. “She’s twenty-two. While she might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, if you go by looks, she certainly is the brightest crayon in the box.”

Ben frowned. “Margaret, you are the epitome of class and grace, and you are a gorgeous woman. She is immature, pouty, and has far too much makeup on. Not to mention, who wears a mini dress to a rehearsal?”

Just then, Chris, the officiant, called out, “Mrs. Cooper, you’re needed over here.”

Ben watched as both women approached the group. Margaret raised an eyebrow at Bunny, and the younger woman scowled and slunk back to her seat. He chuckled, having witnessed that formidable aura that he found really hot.

The rehearsal itself didn’t take too long. The dinner was another story. Bob Cooper gave a speech that droned on forever, while Bunny pouted because the attention was clearly not on her.

When it was Margaret’s turn to speak, she stood and smiled at the newlyweds-to-be. “Well, it seems like your Dad has covered just about everything, Anthony. But I will add that I wish you both all the love and joy you deserve. Never forget how much you love each other.”

The evening dragged on, but fortunately, Ben and Margaret enjoyed conversing about a multitude of things. He discovered that she was brilliant and business-minded, and she learned that he was very passionate about making legal help accessible to those who needed it most.

When it was finally time to leave, Ben took Margaret’s arm in his and guided her to the door. Bob stopped them and asked, “Dear God, Margie, are you dating our son’s friends now?”

Ben expected daggers to fly out of her eyes. But, instead, she smiled coolly and said, “Well, Bob, at least Ben is older than Bunny.”

As they walked out the door, Ben shook his head and frowned. “I hope I’m not out of line saying this, but he’s a horse’s ass and you’re better off without him.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I loved Bob at one time, but I don’t think I was ever in love with him the way a woman should be with the man she marries. I feel good about Anthony and Andrea’s chances. I used to worry that he was too much like his dad, but I think Andrea has softened his edges,” she said as they got in the car.

“Why did you marry him?”

His question surprised her, but she figured his curiosity wasn’t unwarranted.

“I was pregnant. I wanted the baby, and my parents wouldn’t hear of me being a single mother. So, Bob proposed, and I said yes. We were happy enough at first. But as time passed, I knew he was cheating on me. My mother said that all men cheat and that I needed to suck it up and keep my family together for the sake of our child. What a load of crap that was. For years, I tolerated Bob fucking around. But then he met his match. Bunny told Bob he needed to divorce me and marry her, or she would ruin his career by going public with their relationship. I’m betting that someone helped her figure that one out; it doesn’t seem like something she could have come up with on her own.

“I was relieved more than sad. At least I no longer needed to be mad at myself for not having the courage to leave him years ago. And because he left me, I got to keep the house. I do love that house.”

Ben was quiet the rest of the ride back to Margaret’s.

“I’m sorry I dumped all that on you, Ben. I didn’t mean to sound bitter or…”

“No, don’t be sorry, Margaret. I’m relieved to know that his affair with Bunny didn’t blindside you. You deserve to be happy. And I find it somewhat fitting that Bob is now stuck in a marriage that probably isn’t a good fit, because that’s what he deserves. I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a dick.”

Margaret sighed. “Not at all. Say, would you like to come in for a drink? Or maybe a cup of coffee?”

Ben hesitated, then thought, Why not?

“Sure, Margaret.”

Once inside, she poured herself a glass of wine and asked Ben what he would like to drink.

“I’ll have a beer if you’ve got one,” he answered, pleased that she’d chosen alcohol over coffee.

“You should know I always have beer, Ben. You and Anthony used to sneak enough of them in High School.”

Ben grinned sheepishly. “I told Anthony that you were way smarter than we gave you credit for.”

Margaret laughed. “I figured you boys were just hanging out in the basement playing video games, so it wasn’t a big deal.”

“You were always the cool mom on the block. You let us hang here, you made brownies that could rival a pastry chef’s, and you were always so kind. I always felt welcome here. I never realized how unhappy you were.”

“I was busy being a mom; I don’t think I was cognizant of how miserable I was until you boys went away to college. By then, it seemed a little late to start over. I had a lovely home, a job I enjoyed, and I lived quite comfortably. Bob moved into the guest room under the guise of not wanting to wake me with his snoring. So, we were more like roommates, I suppose.”

“Didn’t you ever…”

“Didn’t I ever what, Ben?”

“Well, pardon my frankness,” he said, the beer loosening his tongue, “but didn’t you miss sex?”

Margaret set her glass down and sighed. “Honestly? I never really found sex with Bob enjoyable. I figured since he had plenty of bedmates, the problem must be me.”

“Nonsense! You’re a beautiful woman. If you weren’t enjoying sex with Bob, he must not have been doing it right.”

“You seem awfully sure of that,” she laughed. She picked her glass back up and gulped the rest of the wine.

“Did you ever know that I had a crush on you when I was in High School?” Ben admitted.

“A crush? No, I just always thought you were the sweetest of Anthony’s friends. Honestly, I am clueless as to why he chose his father to be his Best Man. I always assumed he would choose you.”

“I was hurt at first, then annoyed when I wasn’t even part of the wedding party. But then I wouldn’t be able to spend time like this with you, would I?”

She smiled. “I guess not. By the way, Anthony doesn’t know a lot of what I told you. I guess a boy never wants to believe his father has faults. It was just easier to let him believe that Bob wanted more from the marriage than to destroy his vision of the man he thinks of as a hero.”

“You’re a good mom.”

“I’ve always tried to be so.”

“But maybe it’s time to tuck your mom hat away and try on a new one,” Ben said, gazing at her delectable cleavage. “You said something about it being too late, but you’re a vibrant woman. I have to believe that you have unmet needs.”

“Perhaps,” Margaret agreed. “But, starting over in one’s fifties is a lot harder for a woman than it is for a man.”

“Not when you’re a MILF,” Ben blurted out unintentionally.

“A what?”

“Um, a MILF. That’s what you are.”

“I’m unfamiliar with that term.”

Ben blushed. “Seriously? You don’t know what a MILF is? It means you’re a gorgeous, sexy woman.”

“Oh, well, thank you, Ben,” Margaret said, flustered by the comment. “But what do those letters stand for?”

He’d come this far; no sense in backing down now. “MILF means Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”

Margaret’s eyes flew open wide. “Oh. Ohhh? Really? You want to fuck me, Ben?”

“Well, that’s, I mean, well, um… Yeah! I would like very much to fuck you, Margaret. I’ve wanted to since I was sixteen years old. I hope you don’t find that disrespectful.”

“I don’t. But I think I’m going to need another glass of wine. Want another beer?”

Ben grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

She went to the kitchen, grabbed another bottle of beer from the fridge, and poured herself another glass of Moscato. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and wondered if she’d gone mad even to consider letting her son’s friend touch her. But she felt a tingle that had been long since absent, and it made her sigh.

Handing Ben the beer, she noticed the lust in his deep brown eyes. It had been years since anyone had looked at her that way.

He took her hand in his and said, “I want to do so much more than fuck you, Margaret. I want to touch you and taste you. But only if you want it, too. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t…”

“I want!” she interrupted him. “I want you to do all those things, but I also want to touch and taste you, too.”

Ben set his beer down, took Margaret’s glass of wine from her hand, and placed it on the table. “Let’s not waste anymore time.”

He sat next to her on the couch, tucked her hair behind her ear, and kissed her neck and jawline. Her eyes fluttered, and soft moans escaped her lips as he moved down her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. His hand rested on her knee for a moment before finding its way under her dress.

“If you want me to stop, Margaret, tell me now.”

“Don’t you dare stop! You’ve awakened feelings I thought were long dead. Please make me feel alive, Ben. I need it.”

“I’ve waited a long time to touch you like this, Margaret. Let’s take this to the bedroom so I can show you what it feels like when a real man does it right.”

“God, yes!”

Margaret led Ben to her room and to the king-sized bed that she’d been sleeping alone in for years. It felt so foreign to have a man here, especially one young enough to be her son. But she didn’t care. She craved what he was offering for the first time in a very long time. She’d shut down her wants and needs, but suddenly they all came rushing to the surface.

“Undress for me, Margaret. Let me see that incredible body.”

Suddenly grateful for all the time she had been putting in at the gym, she slowly removed her dress and tossed it on a nearby chair. She stood before him in a lacy, black bra and a matching thong.

“God, you’re stunning, Margaret. Why would anyone want that bubble-headed Bunny when he could be enjoying your exquisite body? Bob’s a fuckin’ idiot, but his loss is my gain.”

Quickly, he undressed and watched her face light up when his stiff seven inches sprang free. He had always wished for a longer dick, but he was pretty happy with its girth. And now, this incredible woman stood before him and looked at it as if it were the most impressive cock in the world.

“It’s so big,” she uttered in disbelief. “Is that how big it’s supposed to be?”

Ben laughed. “It’s a little bigger than the average dick. Why do you ask?”

“Because I’m starting to understand why sex with Bob was less than stellar.”

“Actually, Margaret, it’s not the size of a man’s dick that matters as much as what he does with it. And with his fingers and mouth.”

“Show me,” she whispered.

“Lose the bra and panties and join me on the bed,” he commanded. “I intend to make you understand what you’ve been missing out on for all these years.”

He wanted to ravish her, but that could come another time. Because, yes, he had planned for this to be more than just a one-night stand.

Picking up where he’d left off in the living room, he continued to kiss his way down her body until he reached the delicate landing strip that seemed to invite him to keep going. For a brief moment, he wondered why a woman who was not sexually active would take the time to trim her bush like this. Maybe it just felt nice. Who was he to judge?

He teased his way up and down her inner thighs and was delighted when she moaned softly. Her hips rocked gently, as if her body was slowly remembering how to react to a man’s touch. His tongue found its way to her glistening labia and danced among the delicate pink folds before dipping inside her sweet nectar.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out. “Oh, God, this is incredible!”

Inwardly thrilled that his patience was paying off, he lapped at her juices and captured her clit between his tongue and teeth. Her hips moved more vigorously now, and her hands reached down to touch his head. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned loudly. “Oh, my God! This is…I have no words…”

Delighted with her response, he stepped things up a couple of notches, devouring her pussy as if he’d been starving for years. He continued this erotic onslaught until her back arched and she cried out. “Oh, fuckkk! What’s happening? I feel like I’m on fire!”

He was taken by surprise as her juices sprayed his face. Oh, holy fuck, she was a squirter! He continued to feast upon her and sent her over again and again before she begged for mercy.

She was panting as he moved up to kiss her. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips,” he said seductively. The kiss was sensual and made his dick twitch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm before tonight. I thought there was something wrong with me when all I felt was a little pop here and there with Bob. I never thought it was all that exciting. Oh, God, I finally understand why some women crave sex, because now I do!”

He was giddy with pride over having given this amazing woman her first real orgasm.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you, Margaret?”

“No, not yet. I want to taste you first. I want to take you into my mouth and bring you pleasure.”

Ben lay back on the bed and said, “I’m all yours.”

She grinned wickedly and scooted down to get closer to his throbbing manhood, standing at attention for her. She took him in her hand and licked the precum that seeped out of the tip.

“Fuck! That feels so good, baby,”

She smiled, pleased with herself for making him respond. Gripping his shaft, she licked a trail from his balls to the head of his cock. When he moaned, she took the tip in her mouth and used her tongue to swirl around, driving him mad.

“God, baby! You’re making me so hot for you!”

She stopped and looked up at him. “Good, that’s the idea.”

Returning her attention to his dick, she opened her mouth and made him disappear, an inch at a time, into her willing mouth. She moved up and down on his cock, fondling his balls while she did so, and made him groan with need.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Margaret! You’ve got a wicked tongue and a talented little mouth,” he cried out as he grabbed two handfuls of hair and fucked her pretty face.

Obscene squelching noises came from her throat as he dared to go a bit further with his thrusts. He worried this might be pushing it, but she seemed to be enjoying having this control over him.

He wanted to hold off and fuck her, but her mouth was too fuckin’ heavenly to resist. Knowing his recovery time was usually fairly quick, he decided to enjoy this decadent pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Margaret. Can I cum in your mouth? You don’t have to swallow; you can spit it out.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” she moaned, encouraging him to keep plunging into her throat until his balls clenched and then let go, shooting his load.

“Holy fuck, Margaret!” Ben cried out as he came. “Oh, my God, you’re so fucking good!”

Margaret sat up and grinned, not a drop of cum spilling from her mouth; she had swallowed it all.

“That was incredible,” she said, appearing quite proud of herself. “And you taste delicious.”

“I’m guessing that you got pretty good at that over the years,” he suggested. He hadn’t expected her to be so orally talented.

She frowned. “God no, I haven’t done that in years. Bob was only ever good for one shot, and he always wanted it in my pussy or on my tits.”

“Well, then, my sexy MILF, blow jobs must be like riding a bike, because you surely didn’t forget how to please a man with that incredible mouth.”    

“I’m sorry if this means you can’t fuck me, Ben.”

He laughed. “Oh, baby, just give me a few minutes of playing with those magnificent tits, and I’ll be hard again in no time.”

“Really?”

“Lie back, let me suck on those nipples that seem to be begging for attention.”

He licked and sucked, he nibbled and nuzzled, and gave both of her voluptuous girls more devotion than she’d ever experienced in her life. It was as if a direct current existed between her nipples and her clit. Her hips rocked vigorously as she started to beg, “Oh, God! Fuck me, Ben!”

He imagined taking her from behind and pounding into her pussy that was ridiculously tight considering her age. Then again, nothing about Margaret seemed 55; why should her vagina be any different? But this was her first fuck in quite a while. So, he’d give it to her slowly, softly, and sweetly this time. There would be plenty of opportunities to get freaky with her if he had anything to say about it.

“Spread those gorgeous legs for me, my beautiful MILF; let me show you how addictive sex can be when it’s done properly.”

She looked up at him, trembling like a virgin, and let her legs fall open. “Show me, Ben. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

He didn’t have to wonder if she was still wet enough for him, as her dripping sex was glistening. He rubbed the head of his cock against her drenched slit and stopped.

“Margaret, do I need to use protection?”

“That ship has sailed, darling. And I’ve been celibate for years.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in several months, but if…”

“I trust you, Ben,” she said softly. “I want the full experience. I need to feel you cum inside me.”

“I’m happy to oblige, baby,” he said as he looked into her eyes.

As he slid into her slowly, they moaned simultaneously, both reveling in the pleasure.

When she completely engulfed him, he found himself overcome with emotion. “I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time. I never dreamed I would ever get to make love to you, Margaret.”

He hoped he wasn’t scaring her off with this revelation. Then she hit him with one of her own.

“I used to fantasize about you sneaking into my bedroom when you were seventeen or eighteen. I felt ashamed of my feelings, because it seemed so wrong.”

“I’m not a teenager anymore, Margaret. I’m a man—one who wants you very much.”

“And I’m not Mrs. C. anymore, Ben. I’m a woman who’s waited a long time to experience this with you.”

Their bodies moved together in rhythm as if this erotic dance were part of their usual repertoire.  Each thrust felt like heaven, and Margaret felt as though her body was awake and alive for the first time.

THIS is what she was supposed to feel when a man fucked her. Not disappointment, not annoyance, not indifference. Pure desire and overwhelming joy.

“More, Ben, give me more,” she pleaded. “Slow and sweet is amazing. Now give me fast and frenzied; give me heat and passion. Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me hard and fast and deep!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Increasing his pace, he hammered into her and took her immediately up to and over the edge.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her enthusiasm encouraged him to pound into her harder and faster until she was screaming like a banshee, and his balls felt like they would explode.

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock! God, your pussy is so fucking tight and wet! I’m gonna cum hard, baby. I’m gonna fill you with my hot seed. Cum with me, Margaret! Oh, fuck, yeah!”

Her body shuddered with waves of orgasm as his balls constricted and let go. Their hearts were still racing when he collapsed beside her, panting like he’d run a marathon.

As he pulled her into his arms, he saw tears on her face.

“Hey, are you okay? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all. This was the most amazing experience of my life. It’s just the realization that I never knew what I was missing. How can I go on knowing it can be like this and never having it again?”

“Who says you can’t have it again?” Ben asked, frowning.

“Oh, Ben. This was incredible. But I’m old enough to be your mother. This can’t be any more than a bit of fun, can it?”

“Yes, you are old enough to be my mother, but you certainly don’t look it or act like it. In fact, you are technically a year older than my mom, but you seem at least fifteen years younger than her. You are gorgeous and desirable; you can have any man you want.”

“Every man except you,” Margaret said with a heavy sigh.

“Why not me?” he asked. “Why can’t we enjoy each other and see where this goes?”

“Ben, you can’t be serious. You are an incredible lover, and I will never forget this eye-opening experience. But you’re a young man and you’ll want a pretty young thing as a wife who can give you children.”

“Margaret, you once called me an old soul. I don’t feel like age should be an issue. And I don’t like kids enough to want any of my own. I’ll make a great uncle someday to Anthony and Andrea’s kids. But I have zero interest in becoming a father. And as for a pretty young thing? Bob has one of those for a wife now, and look how well that’s turning out for him…not.”

“But this is just really good sex, isn’t it?”

“Is it? If it were, would you care about my feelings and my future? Would I be thinking that I may have finally found the woman I’ve been waiting for to make my life feel complete? I don’t need you to say that you love me now. But answer me this, could you see yourself falling in love with me?”

Margaret bit her bottom lip. “I think I might already be falling for you, Ben. Doesn’t that make me a creeper?”

Ben laughed softly. “Not at all.”

“Well, at the very least, it makes me a hypocrite. I gave Bob crap about marrying his little fucktoy, Bunny.”

“Am I your little fucktoy, Margaret?” he joked.

“No, I’m the girl, I get to be the fucktoy,” she teased back. “Ah, Ben. I just don’t want you to regret getting saddled with an old broad.”

“You’re hardly an old broad, and why don’t you let me decide who I want to be saddled with. Unless you really don’t want this to go beyond tonight.”

“I think I’d regret it if I just let you walk away.”

“Then it's settled. You are officially my plus one for the wedding tomorrow.”

“Oh, God, I can’t, we can’t, I mean. Can we be there as a couple? Won’t it embarrass Anthony?”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “Who do you think suggested I be true to myself and finally seduce you?”

“Anthony?” she gasped.

“Yes, your son knows I’ve had feelings for you for years. It’s one of the reasons I've never seemed to get it right with any of the girls I’ve dated. He finally said that I should stop dickin’ around and make a move on his mother for fuck’s sake.”

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like this. We have your son’s blessing to be a couple at his wedding tomorrow. Andrea’s too. I just needed to make sure that we clicked before I admitted it out loud. I love you, Margaret. I have for years.”

“Oh, Ben! I think I love you, too. But what if it’s just lust?”

“I’m willing to bet it’s more than that, and I’m willing to stick around and find out. Can I stay the night?” he asked. “I left my suitcase in the car, just in case.”

“What the fuck, why not? I’ve denied myself long enough. Stick around, and let’s see where this goes. And maybe Bob will call me a hypocrite, but at least MY inappropriately aged lover isn’t an airhead. He’s a real man, with an intelligent mind and a nice, thick cock!”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Margaret.”

“That’s Margaret the MILF, darling.”