on Dec. 5, 2011 :
M.I.L.F., by Suprina Frazier, is an unusually sensual tale. It is disarming and exciting to read about such wholesome family values as mother-son love in the midst of a scorching forbidden affair. Screw Hamlet; there is no murder or suicide, here.
Despite Frazier's warning about what her short story's title does not mean, the Oedipal overtones saturate every space in which Bettina and Tiger stand dangerously close to one another. Whenever the young man inched closer behind his friend's mom, I swore I could hear that edgy electric-guitar riff from The Police's "Don't Stand So Close to Me" cutting the air between his bulge and her bottom. Amping up the sexual tension, Frazier alternates POVs chapter by chapter. For example, just as Tiger begins to stiffen and throb, Frazier cuts away to Bettina, who is contemplating his next move.
Through Frazier's narrative art, the reader gets to spy on love's innocence and lust's impatience. It was hard not to get caught up in Bettina and Tiger's respiratory emergencies whenever they could steal time. In their naturalistic dialogue, verbs got dropped and sentences got fragmented. The two got theirs. A more transgressive story may have described Clef, Bettina's son, getting his -- but "M.I.L.F." ain't that kinda movie. Nor is Frazier that kinda writer. Nothin' wrong with that.
What is wrong is the unfair and tiresome labeling of sexually open women, such as "cougar." In Frazier's short story, it is Tiger who hungers first. The annoying labels for self-liberated "older" women continue to get tossed about and laughed at in American society while men who date (or otherwise fornicate with) and love women half or more their age receive no ridiculous labels. While I *have* seen the term "D.I.L.F." on porno/erotic websites, it has not made its way into the mainstream as "M.I.L.F." has. The visual pun of "M.I.L.F." (think of those "Got milk?" ads) also manages to get approval from censors. Does not a prostate produce a milky fluid?
In summary, Frazier's subversive yet sweet tale charts one romance of the May-December variety. Allowing the lovers to speak for themselves, she avoids preachy prose that would have stifled their erotic energy. Thoughtfully crafted, "M.I.L.F." shows that older-woman-younger-man relationships need not be limited to the raunchy parameters of a Penthouse Forum letter.
(review of free book)