We've all encountered a MILF at least once in our lifetime. For some, it's a magical experience; for others, a tragic, awkward train wreck of sweaty palms and unwanted erections.

For Mother's Day this year (which is THIS SUNDAY for those of you without a clue), Asylum's contributors have put together some of our favorite MILF stories, spanning the innocent, early-childhood days to the hormone-raging teenage years.

Sam: For all the years that I had spent time around my friend Andy, it was his mom I constantly coveted. Glances down her shirt when she'd bend over, outright stares at her ass when she was bending the other way and those moments when she'd brush against me were enough to spring my wildest teenage fantasies ablaze.

I saw a lot of Linda throughout high school, fantasized a lot about Linda and even slipped up and called my first girlfriend Linda during a particularly heated session in the back of my pickup truck one night. But what can I say? Linda got me where I was going a lot during those years.

Michael: Back in high school, some of my buddies and I used to play this game called "Poker for Mom" -- basically poker, but instead of money, we'd wager our own and each other's moms, with the hottest moms of course being worth the most. Tom's mom was worth at least five of any other moms.

John: Back in the fifth-sixth grade there was a girl -- we'll call her Cassie -- whom all the boys liked. She was the hot and popular one. As boys, we also took notice of her mom, who was about 30 years old and a total MILF.

Cut to nearly 20 years later, Cassie and I find each other on Facebook. We decide to meet for a drink, and I discover that she's all grown up now and looks just like her mom did when we were young. The first few times we were together, there were moments where it sort of felt like I was in bed with Cassie's mom and finally fulfilling a fantasy from my very pre-pubescent years. I didn't share those feelings with her, though.

William: I only remember one MILF growing up, and she was my friend Michael's mother. All through the ninth grade, he was the most popular of all our friends, not only because his mother was the protagonist of our every masturbatory fantasy, but also because she would smoke out all her son's friends when they stayed the night. So naturally we all tried to spend as much time as we could at Mike's house -- sleepovers, parties, whatever we could get. In hindsight, Mike wasn't really even that cool.

One Friday, it was my turn to stay over at his house.

We went into their living room and smoked from a stubby little bong, and after that I'm still not really sure what happened. In my mind and to my best recollection, I was sitting on the couch next to his mom and she put her hand on my thigh and was totally flirting with me, you know, staring into my eyes and all.

The next day Mike told me his version of what happened, which is more likely. It included me spilling bong water on myself (I confirmed this) and close-talking while mumbling incoherently to his mom.

I was pretty embarrassed and didn't stay over at his house for a while after that. But the bright side was at least she thought I was funny, even if they were laughing because I wasn't a functional stoner.

Fill us in on your MILF-y memories in the comments section.