" Oh don't worry about her. Come help me with the dishes and stuff. You have to trust your new wife sometime. Plus, we need to spend some quality time... together, son."I blushed slightly at my new mother-in-law's words, as she stood behind her daughter.As my new mom-in-law and I washed dishes, rather loud music and dancing could be heard from the room down the hall where Maria and the uninvited guests -at least I didn't invite them - were now apparently dancing.Maria's mother repeatedly refused. A wife is like a garden and needs tending to." Mom turned and went back across the yard and I heard the barn door open and then close. A light showed for about five minutes in the new window we had installed and then it went out. I waited another five minutes and decided Mom had found herself a bed, maybe as long as she was alive.I didn't wake Brenda and I didn't go to sleep for quite some time. It was not Brenda or Mom, and it was not Charlie in my thoughts. Judy filled my mind. She was still. At this time I was 36 and I had heard some of my son's friend’s use the term MILF when talking about me. I'm 5' 7” and weigh about 120 lbs. I have 36EE tits and an ass I keep in shape by running almost every day. I take pride in the way I look and I admit that I do tease those teenage boys now and then. I have been divorced for 4 years now and like it that way. My k**s and I have a very open relationship and can talk about anything. My son has walked in on me changing or getting out of the. “It’s my birthday. I want to take advantage of it.”I shook my head. I didn’t believe in that nonsense, no matter what the others claimed. Or the evidence to support it. People made their own luck. But that didn’t stop my friends—and others who’d heard of the blurse—from dragging me out to a new club or bar every ladies’ night. They paid for my drinks, so they didn’t have to drag me too hard. I let them know I didn’t believe in the nonsense, but I still played it up. “It’s your twenty-first.