We like our MILFs with their faces wreathed in beatific smiles. It makes us think of mom. That way we don't feel so bad about abusing them, skinning our onion, then kicking their asses to the curb after it's all over. Because, if truth be told, mom with her constant yapping and complaining really got on our nerves, didn't she? And nerves build tension and tension hardens the sack. So nothing like a couple of quick bellowing roars from the beef bus to clear the valves of accumulated glop, we always say. Look at it this way, if women like Payton don't like it, they can always take a couple of fingers worth, besides. That should wipe the smile off any old puss. And send a message to mom.

The older the violin, the sweeter the music. And Kelly Leigh is one of those MILFs who can wring a man's Stradivarius limp with the equivalent of a Carnegie Hall performance. Then one day she met a smooth-talking town to town tonic peddler who thought he could teach Kelly a few new tricks. There's was a hasty romance of intoxicating dreams, cigarette smoke punctuated conversations and calculated hedonism. All because there were other towns and other women to sell tonic to. But while it lasted, Kelly decoded her body noises to realize that the cheaper the patter, the cheaper the man. MILF's get very philosophical that way.

Mistress Angellica has this robust MILF ass that needs to be let out of its skirt for an afternoon walk. On such occasions, Angellica, with shades drawn, generally exercises discretion lest the kids in the neighborhood get the wrong idea. But this one time, Tommy, a door to door junk bond salesman, was operating on an incentive program and wouldn't take no for an answer. Tommy was very persistent and, with two hands steady, even offered to walk Angellica's ass for her. Under such compromising circumstances, Angellica could hardly say no. And who could blame her especially with the added bonus?