Michael, The MILF Hunter

When she appeared, I was shocked. When she started talking, I was surprised. And when she had finished explaining and asked me who I was, I could barely contain my smile.

"My name is Michael, Mikey to close friends, and this is pretty convenient for me. Like, honestly, this ring could be just what I needed" I shared my enthusiasm with her as I looked it over. "I happened to already have seven perfect targets for this beautiful piece of craft."

Regina, from what I could gather, was overjoyed at the good news. "About time I got lucky and get to see some action from the get go. Who are the lucky ladies?"

I grinned and puffed my chest, cockily brushing my knuckles against it before looking at my hand in a casual manner, as if none of this was a big deal. "The future misses Reed? Oh, they're no one special, except the seven most beautiful MILFs in town."

"That's amazing!" Regina offered me a high five, which I happily gave her. "But I have a few questions about that, if you don't mind."

"Sure thing, Regi. What more you wanna know about them?" I lead her to the table in the middle of my living room as our conversation continued, both of us taking a chair.

"This is the first time I hear about someone being called a MILF. I didn't think I had been out for so long, but clearly I have some catching up to do. Would you like to help a MILF like me know what it means?" She stuck her lips out and pressed her breasts together, a very sexy way to beg.

"Ha, no problem, but I wouldn't really say you're a MILF. It means Mother I'd Like to Fuck, but it's more about the age range than about them actually being moms or not. They're ladies in their late thirties or above whose look are considered attractive by guys my age, who are young enough to be in the age range of their hypothetical children." I briefly explained it. "Don't get me wrong, but you certainly don't look your age, nor MILF age."

"Funny, it wasn't those exact words, but Casanova told me the same thing. That probably means good things for you, Mikey." She told me while blowing me a kiss. I accepted it as a blessing of good luck.

"Am I really following on his steps, or are you just inventing stuff?" I curiously asked her. Can't say it didn't feel good to believe that someone who was now a synonym of romantic contests was a previous ringmaster, but I had the nagging suspicion that someone who needs to use cue cards to explain her job isn't the most reliable source for historical fact.

"I dunno, probably. My memory works better when I'm not horny, but that rarely happens. Speaking of horny, what can you tell me about the MILFS?" She leaned forward, arms on the table and ready to spring to action.

"Well, funny story there. I can tell you a lot about their looks, but the only one I know personally is my neighbor from a few apartments over, Miss Green. She's a kind librarian who holds book club meetings at her place, every Sunday. I don't know any of the others, except that they're all gorgeous women just like her. I'm fairly confident that they're the only members of that club, but I wouldn't mind being wrong about that, if you know what I mean." We shared a laugh, and I glanced once more into the ring. "So, do I just have to say that I wish that they were all in love with me, and then it happens?"