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They’re bold. They’re beautiful. And they know exactly what they want.

The World of mom's is a collection of irresistible tales where confident, mature women take center stage — and younger men find themselves caught in their gravity. Whether it’s a forbidden flirtation, a tempting encounter, or a secret that should’ve stayed hidden, each story unravels with slow-burning tension, teasing buildup, and unforgettable chemistry.

In this world, age isn’t a limit — it’s an advantage. And experience? That’s just the beginning.


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Content Warning:
This book contains mature themes, age-gap dynamics, and sensual storylines intended for adult readers. All characters are 18+ and all content adheres to Webnovel’s guidelines.

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Dana didn't normally come to this café. She preferred something quieter, someplace where she didn't feel like the oldest woman in the room. But today, she was on her way back from yoga and needed a double shot of espresso and something sweet. She wore tight leggings and a tank that hugged her curves, not realizing—or maybe fully realizing—how many heads she turned walking in.

She ordered, paid, and stood waiting near the pick-up counter, scrolling her phone when she heard it.

"You always wear yoga pants that tight, or just when you wanna ruin a man's day?"

The voice was smooth. Deep. Deliberate.

She looked up, annoyed—until she saw him.

He was tall. Built. Skin like polished bronze and lips just full enough to make a woman's mind wander. Late twenties, maybe. A gold stud in one ear, tight black tee that clung to his chest, and jeans that fit right. He wasn't some teenager trying to sound grown—this man knew exactly what he said.

"I said," he repeated with a lazy smirk, "you're out here committing crimes in public with that ass."

She almost laughed. Almost. But instead, she sipped her water and tilted her head, leaning into the flirt. "You always talk to women like that?"

"Only the ones who look like you."

He held her stare. Confident. Not cocky. Just… bold.

She should've walked away. But there was something about the way he looked at her, like she wasn't just older—she was experienced. Dangerous.

"I'm Dana," she said slowly, brushing her hair back.

They shook hands. His grip was firm, but his thumb lingered on her palm for just a second too long. She felt it. He knew she felt it.

He was 28. Used to play college ball, now worked in real estate. Single. No kids. Didn't date much because "people don't know how to keep things real."

She told him she was 46, divorced, and didn't have time for games.

"That's cool," he said, eyes on her mouth. "I don't play games. I win."

Her stomach fluttered—ridiculous at her age. But god… he was magnetic. And unbothered by the age gap. In fact, he liked it. Told her so.

"You got that grown-woman energy. You own the room, Dana. That's sexy as hell."

She smirked. "So you're into older women?"

Their legs brushed under the table.

She crossed hers slowly, and his eyes dropped. She saw it. The hunger. The heat. And her body responded in ways she hadn't felt in years.

Something unspoken passed between them. If they were in a movie, this would've been the part where the soundtrack swelled and they kissed.

But instead, Marcus leaned forward, voice low. "You always smell this good, or is it just for me?"

Dana smiled, biting the inside of her cheek. "Guess you'll have to stay close to find out."

When they left, he walked her to her car. Opened the door. And before she could slide in, he leaned in, one hand braced on the frame, the other resting on the roof.

His mouth was right there. Inches from hers.

"You're trouble, Dana," he murmured.

She smiled, lips almost brushing his. "So are you."

He didn't kiss her—not yet. But his hand grazed her waist before stepping back.

"I'll call you," he said, holding her eyes.

As she drove off, her pulse raced. And between her thighs… warmth. Wetness. The kind she hadn't felt in too long.

Chapter 1 – First Taste