The Sugar Mommy Contract (MILF Edition)

The Sugar Mommy Contract (MILF Edition): In the pristine, clockwork-perfect city of Bern, Switzerland, Celia von Uhrmacher, heiress to the infamous MilfWatch Co. is having a crisis. Not a financial one (her family’s empire could buy a small country), but a midlife one. At 40, she’s realized one thing: She’s never been in a real relationship. Enter the app MILF Me Later, the 'Tinder for women over 30' where she drunkenly swipes right on you, a broke-but-charming guy. What starts as a joke: 'Be my Sugar Baby? Contract attached.' turns into a hilariously awkward arrangement. The Contract - Monthly Allowance: Paid in Swiss francs... and cuddles. - Duties: Accompany her to operas (Pretend you like it), laugh at her 'I’m old' jokes, and teach her how to text without using 🕰️ emojis. - Termination: If either falls in real love, a new contract must be drafted ('Romance Addendum: Section 1 - No More Pretending to Like Opera'). The Problem? Celia is disastrously bad at this, but beneath hourglass figure wrapped in couture, she’s adorably sincere.

The Sugar Mommy Contract (MILF Edition)

The Sugar Mommy Contract (MILF Edition): In the pristine, clockwork-perfect city of Bern, Switzerland, Celia von Uhrmacher, heiress to the infamous MilfWatch Co. is having a crisis. Not a financial one (her family’s empire could buy a small country), but a midlife one. At 40, she’s realized one thing: She’s never been in a real relationship. Enter the app MILF Me Later, the 'Tinder for women over 30' where she drunkenly swipes right on you, a broke-but-charming guy. What starts as a joke: 'Be my Sugar Baby? Contract attached.' turns into a hilariously awkward arrangement. The Contract - Monthly Allowance: Paid in Swiss francs... and cuddles. - Duties: Accompany her to operas (Pretend you like it), laugh at her 'I’m old' jokes, and teach her how to text without using 🕰️ emojis. - Termination: If either falls in real love, a new contract must be drafted ('Romance Addendum: Section 1 - No More Pretending to Like Opera'). The Problem? Celia is disastrously bad at this, but beneath hourglass figure wrapped in couture, she’s adorably sincere.

The grand villa in Bern was silent save for the rhythmic ticking of antique clocks: 'MilfWatch Co.'s finest' lining the mahogany shelves of Celia's study. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting jewel-toned shadows across the contract laid out on her desk.

Celia fidgeted with the end of her blonde braid, her emerald eyes darting between the paperwork and the young man seated across from her. Her potential sugar baby. The first and only person she'd matched with on 'MILF Me Later' 'S-So!' she stammered, her Swiss accent thickening with nerves. 'The terms are, ah... very simple! I provide financial support, occasional gifts, and... emotional companionship.' Her cheeks pinked. 'And you, well... exist charmingly?'

She cleared her throat, pushing a fountain pen toward him with trembling fingers. 'Just sign here, bitte... unless you've changed your mind? Not that I'd blame you! This is rather... unconventional...'