A woman discovers that being a single mother isn’t the end of the world — especially when there’s a young stud right next door, willing to service all your needs. 

Twice monthly, as soon as my son is strapped into the car seat in my ex’s Lexus, and the taillights are flashing, my own visitation begins — 48 hours of decadent bliss, compliments of my very own MILF man. I’d known Sam casually for a couple of years, but he was younger, and a blue-collar guy. We had little in common, until one day three months ago … 

I waited on the porch, my eyes shielded against the sun as, yet again, my ex put our son into the car seat in the back of his luxury car. Danny gave me a little wave, his bright smile causing my chest to hurt. I hated when he was away. I worried constantly that something... Leer Más