Meet Jeremy

The name's Jeremy and I guess you could call me the total package. I'm tall, muscular and even just looking at girls makes them swoon for me. But the guys? Nah - not so much. Most of the boys (yep, compared to me they're boys, not men) from around town are abso-fucking-lutely terrified of me. I don't blame them: most of them spent their entire highschool experience trying to avoid me. One in particular - Lachlan was his name - was my favourite to bully. He was such a sissy who couldn't stop complaining and complaining all day long.

But that's all behind me. One summer, I finally managed to leave school for good and am now a valued member of my family's burrito restaurant.

I guess you could call me a self-made man.

But one thing stuck: my luck when it comes to women. Not too long ago, a smoking hot MILF started working at my restaurant. Not only was she the hottest piece of meat, she was a dumb bitch too – perfect to entertain myself with when business slowed down.

The first time she leaned over the counter in that stupidly short skirt, I almost laughed out loud. Like some **** teenager trying too hard—except she wasn't a teenager, was she? Just a middle-aged woman who hadn’t yet figured out that bending like that in front of a guy like me wasn't naivety, it was an invitation. Her skirt barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, riding up whenever she moved, like she didn’t even notice or care. Or maybe she did care. Maybe that was the point.

I let her keep doing it—let her keep "accidentally" brushing against me when she walked by, let her giggle too loud at my stupid jokes, let her pretend she wasn’t staring at my arms when I rolled up my sleeves. Women like her were predictable. They all thought they were subtle, thought they had some kind of power in the game. But she wasn’t playing chess. She was playing checkers with half the pieces missing.

The thing about dumb MILFs—and god, did I love them—was how easy they made it. No games, no complicated seduction, just pure, unfiltered need wrapped in a package that still had enough life experience to know exactly what she was doing, even if she pretended otherwise. Even from the first day, I decided that I wanted to make this MILF mine.