Hey guys. Thanks so much for reading the first chapter of MILF, it was a huge success in my mind, I got lots of positive feedback. It was so nice to return and see some old fans as well as gain some new ones with this new plot line. Thanks for reading guys tell your friends! Hope you're having an awesome summer! Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any associated content.

Hello Ms. MILF- Higurashi

I don't know what the hell she was thinking when she brought me here. Or, what I was thinking about when I said yes.

She places a lithe hand on my shoulder as she steers me in the direction of our table. "Now, just act normal, you're thirty-two, and you're an investor."

"But I am an investor-"

"Enough talking!"

"Huh?"

The building is huge. It's a grand ballroom with fucking 14-inch ceilings, chandeliers are swinging everywhere, with golden walls, and hard linoleum floors. Every table has a gigantic centerpiece in the middle of it, and everyone is wearing something extremely formal. What the fuck does she do for a living?!

She brings us to one of the huge round tables and we take a seat next to a few established looking socialites.

A man with a long black braid addresses Ms. Higurashi first. "Ms. Higurashi, I'm glad to see you could make it, we didn't want to start this wonderful evening without you."

She laughs, and signals for him to start pouring her a glass of champagne. "I believe it's already started, Bankotsu-san."

He pours her a glass and hands it to her, and then reaches for another glass and begins to pour. "Your friend?"

She smiles wide and bright, and pats me on the back. "Ah, yes, this is Inuyasha Taisho, he's a friend of mine."

Bankotsu plants his eyes on me. "Interesting. It would be a pleasure to see you around at these banquets. Champagne?"

"Sure."

I take the glass and start to sip, looking anxiously back and forth between Ms. Higurashi and Bankotsu.

"Inuyasha is an investor in many properties throughout Tokyo, only at thirty-two."

Bankotsu polishes off his glass of champagne. "Really? How much do you gross?"

I sip my champagne and make him wait for me to answer him. I smirk. "More than your annual income in two years."

There's a slight dim to his eyes as he 'tsk tsk'. "You suppose so, huh?"

Ms. Higurashi clears her throat loudly as the orchestra starts to play and some are moving to the music. "Bankostu is the owner of my firm. That's extremely unlikely, Inuyasha."

"Keh. I beg to differ."

Ms. Higurashi clears her throat so loudly she almost chokes. "Um, well, the firm isn't paying this lovely orchestra for nothing, join me in a dance, Inuyasha. Now."

My eyes flick to her and she anxiously signals towards the dance floor. I reluctantly get up and take one of her hands.

"Can you ballroom?" She whispers in my ear, sending tingles down my spine, like squirrels on an electric chord.

"I can do many things." I put a hand on her small waist as I lead her. We're dancing and she looks at me as if she wants me to fucking die where I'm standing.

"What the hell are you thinking?" She hisses.

"Oh shut up, he assumed I didn't actually have money because I'm here as your date."

"This is not the time to get your asshole testosterone going, this is business."

I look down on her and clench her waist, her eyes widen. "I'm business?"

"Well, yes, it would be inappropriate to-"

"But you want to?" I smirk as I lean close to her as I say it, I can practically smell her fainting.

There's a tint of color on the bridge of her nose as we twirl. She looks better than beef flavored ramen tonight. Her dress is a beautiful red color, skin tight, and it cuts off just below the knee. It really accentuates her curves, her lips are painted a scarlet red to match her dress. Her hair, black and soft-looking falls on her shoulders.

I run my claw down the small of her back. Her breath hitches. "Inuyasha, this is inappropriate of me to-"

"Shut up. By the way, what's your first name?"

"You do not need to know, I'm many years your senior, you will call me Higurashi-san."

I scoff. I think not. "Name?" Another claw touches her back.

"Kagome."

I laugh as I clutch her tighter as we dance. I'm dancing with this MILF. She doesn't even know what to do.

I can hear her heart pounding as I pull her body close to me. She's breathing heavy against me, she must be nervous. Awesome.

"What's wrong, Kagome?"

"N-nothing." She continues to dance as the song slows. I hold her close to me.

"So, what do you do?"

"I'm a lawyer."

I hmm and release her as the song stops. She pries herself away from me. "Well, I think it's time the night went on."

That sounds promising.

I speed down the freeway, going through lighted tunnels, and glancing at Kagome whenever I can sneak it. She's quiet, and concentrated. Her tiny lips are pursed, her brow is furrowed.

I let my eyes roll over her frame again before I focus on driving.

A soft, almost inaudible chuckle.

"What's funny?"

"You."

I would love to make eye contact with her, but I focus so that I don't miss my turn. "I didn't realize I was a comedian."

"You are…. very bold."

I smirk, "Bold? I'm never one to turn down something…. Different."

She laughs again, "This surpasses different, and it's a little weird. You are dating my daughter."

"Well, Ms. Higurashi, what would be so weird about it? My intentions were…. friendly."

I leave her with that tidbit of information on her mind as I keep driving. I start to relax in the seat as we drive through another lighted tunnel, I go all the way through it and continue our long way home-

I gasp, soft small hands, clutching the inside of my thigh. My blood turns hot, and I force a fang down on my lip as I flip my eyes towards Kagome.

"W-what?"

I will my blood flow to slow down and not head south, I've broken the skin on my lip.

Blood red lips say, loudly and clear, "You weren't acting like a friend."

"What the hell do you call this?"

"I'm just acting like one of your friends. This is what you do, right?"

"Let go, please."

She laughs, and it almost sounds maniacal to me. "You have manners now, dog-boy?"

I laugh, "You don't wanna do that," I say, nodding to her hand.

She lets her fingertips dance on my hard thigh. She whispers, "Why not?"

We pull to a stop in front of her house. I eye it. Kikyo is probably in there. She hasn't released her grip on my thigh.

I eye her, I contemplate everything I could do to her, I could just reach out right now and show her why she should immediately let go. I swallow a lump of spit and prod her fingers gently with the very tip of my claw.

I sneak a claw underneath the padding of her palm, and flick my wrist; she jumps as I silently celebrate the release of my thigh while mourning over the release I couldn't have. Sigh.

I clear my throat, and place both of my sweaty palms on the wheel. "Goodnight, Ms. Higurashi."

I wait for the door to open but it doesn't. I feel a soft press on my face, and she smirks, like a fucking messenger of Satan himself, and pulls away,

"I guess it has been one," She chuckles, loudly and full as she opens the door and slams it shut, her heels caressing the pavement as she walks to her front door.

She needs to walk into my pants.

"He's not gonna recover from that one!"

DING, DING.

The bell sounds and the boxers enter the ring, again ripping each other to pieces. I spill my beer on Miroku's jacket as the American boxer falls backward, unable to fight.

"Holy shit!"

Miroku looks at me and snatches my beer, choosing to drink one for once. "I can't believe this!"

I can't either. It's been three weeks since I took Kagome to her business dinner. Since then, I've gone on two dates with Kikyo, one of which I picked her up from her house. After shooting the shit with Kagome, she gave me two tickets to one of the biggest boxing matches of the year, as thanks for taking her to her dinner.

"I hope you find a date," she said.

Oh, how good she is at making puns.

We watch the match until the very end, and Miroku and I are walking to his car.

"Fantastic game."

"Best fucking display of fist on face I've ever seen in my life, keep in mind, I grew up with Sesshoumaru."

I get in on the passenger side and Miroku gets in on the driver side, and we shut the doors. He starts to start the engine, and then turns to look at me.

"What the hell did you have to do to get these tickets?"

I stop, and slowly look him in the eye. "What are you talking about?"

He laughs. "These tickets would have cost 200 dollars. Did you fuck her?"

"One, I'm sorry I didn't tell you every detail, honey. Two, why would I fuck my girlfriend's mom?!"

"Well, you just said that she was a woman…"

"A beautiful woman, who looks young for her age! I'm not going to fuck her!"

Miroku holds up his hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

It's not fair at all.

In fact, it's even more unfair when I'm with Kikyo a few nights later. It is extremely unfair, because I have this beautiful, intelligent, independent woman…. who sucks in bed.

She rolls over, a huge satisfied, goofy smile on her face. "You never disappoint."

I don't.

I sigh and smile-grimace at her, and attempt to cuddle one of her pillows. Err, on the bed. Damn it, not her. It's only a few minutes before I hear her snoring contentedly. I get up and tip toe to the bathroom.

I grunt and throw my hand on the wall for a light switch. No luck. I abuse the wall a few more times, looking for light, the actual effort for looking for one is something I just don't have the patience for right now.

I finally hit the light and make my way to the toilet and ahh….. theres the relief I should have gotten in the past forty five minutes.

I finish up and wash my hands, glaring at the mirror. I look like a foot.

My ears flick as I hear soft padding hitting the carpet. Damn it, she found me.

I turn and say, "Babe, I was just on my way back…"

I'm distracted. Like ADD distracted. Like oh my god look at this rainbow- elephants- distracted.

Kagome is standing in front of me in a silk nightie and slippers. Her hair is pulled up into a sexy bun, with strands of hair falling in front of her face.

She opens her mouth and closes it, looking like she's tasting herself. Oh God, there's my wet dream material.

Her eyes are only half way open. "Hmmm…."

"You get lost, Ms. Higurashi?"

She only stares. Alright… only kinda creepy, nothing I can't handle.

"You need some help there, granny?"

She reaches forward, her hand groping for something. I freeze.

My blood starts thumping when her hand heads low.

"K-Kagome?"

Her hand keeps cruising, and her small form moves closer. I feel like I might sweat, or maybe I was already sweating, and I'm noticing it now because there's more sweat- and why is it so fucking sweaty?!

Her chest is on mine and her hand is still low. "You know, that's not how you say good morning, or hello-"

ARGHHHHH

She has my balls in a vice grip, oh my God! My shikon jewels are splitting right now!

I feel her hot, moist, breath on my ear and I brace myself and hope to God Kikyo doesn't come in or this doesn't go any further… or that Kikyo doesn't come in and this totally goes further.. or Kikyo comes in and this goes further-

"OWWWWWWW!"

"What the hell?!

Her breath is all over me. Her grip is strong, tight. She's a little woman but I fear retaliating.

"Kagome!"

I feel her exhale,

"Old jokes aren't funny, fucker."

That's all I have for you now, guys. Like always, life is in the way. I miss the simple days when I wrote on fanfiction and I almost always had the time. Ah, well. Another chapter can be expected within the next three months. Hopefully… I started this one in August, attempted to tie it up in December. Well, I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and I wish you all a Happy New Year! I hope you guys kinda like it and the next chapter could be entitled: Bonding.

With that said, Sayonara!