My first experience was like Beelzebozo's. I was a 19-year-old freshman in college in central NH. My roommate was balling a divorced woman (aged 27, IIRC). The two of them set me up with an attractive French-Canadian ex-dancer, separated from her husband and raising a little boy (aged about 4-5). I went to her house to 'watch TV', when she started getting very friendly. I don't know if the term "MILF" had yet been invented, but I figured I'd been matched up with one.
Then I saw the line of wine bottles on her mantelpiece. When I commented on them, she mentioned they were from YESTERDAY's drinking...Gulp! Then her little boy came running into the room and called me "Daddy"....That was enough! I stuttered some excuses about having forgotten an assignment I needed to do and made my way home. My roommate thought I was an idiot.
As a clincher, about a week later, she and her husband reconciled. My roommate apologized for calling me an idiot. Seems the French-Canadian woman told my roommate's girlfriend that the husband was looking to 'break the bones' of anyone who'd diddled his wife.
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