Got MILF? (2 page)

And then they turned and left.

It was only when I became aware of the sharp silence around me that I let out my breath and relaxed. My arms jittered, and I took a sip of the drink nearest to me.

A few older members of the family were sharing concerned whispers about the conversation that had just taken place. Estella was not one of them.

“You shouldn’t let him bully you like that,” my uncle Esteban said. Estella smiled with shining white teeth that indicated she wasn’t bothered one bit by my cousin’s display. I trailed my fork around my plate, trying to look careless instead of scared shitless. “Rolando’s all bark, Tio. He doesn’t bother me.” It was such a terrible lie, and it was impossible to sound convincing when my voice cracked on the last word.

My mother changed the subject. “Eddie, while you were in the bathroom, Estella and I were talking about her new job. She’s about to start giving lessons, and she wanted to know if you’d like to be one of her first students.”

I looked at my mother with a fork raised towards my mouth. A hundred dirty thoughts raced through my head about what kind of “lessons” these were before I realized I looked like a mute idiot.

Mom rolled her eyes. “Her
instructor
job? With the local driving school?”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” I bit down on my food and nodded. I felt an immediate tightening in my pants at the idea of being in a car alone with that sexy piece of ass.

“And remember that you said you were going to get your license this year?”

It had been an empty promise, but that was all changing. I tried not to let my giddiness show.

When I turned to find Estella smiling at me, I felt like I was high. A goofy, unwanted grin spread across my face.

I subtly dropped my hands, pushing my erection down. My mind involuntarily conjured images of my uncle’s fiancé in that lime-green bikini, sitting beside me in a car, showing me her skills in working the long, hard gearstick…

“What do you say, Eddie? Want to go fast with me?”

My face grew hot. There was no way I’d go the rest of the afternoon without jerking off again.

“S-s-sure…” I stammered in reply.

~~~~~

The horn sounded, and I hurriedly doused myself in deodorant and cologne. I’d been sweating like a pig all day, not just from working a six-hour shift at Game Island, unpacking video games, books and random pop culture merch, but from the anticipation of my first driving lesson with Estella. In order to keep my focus at work, I’d promised myself to abstain from masturbating all day; a promise that had been unbelievably hard to keep with all the Black Widow posters and big-busted anime figures the store had ordered. Thank God most of my work had been in the back; the last thing I wanted was customers looking down at my pants and seeing how much I “loved” my job.

I’d raced back home, getting more sweaty in the process, and had barely five minutes to shower before she’d arrived.

On the way out, Mom gave me a kiss for good luck, and commented that I’d overdone it with the cologne. “It’s a driving lesson, Eddie. You’re not going on a date.” She waved me off at the front door. “Take care of my baby!” she called out, making me cringe.

Estella laughed and gave her future sister-in-law a light wave. “I’ll bring him back in one piece,” she promised after I gave her a peck on the cheek. My nostrils were filled with the scent of her deafeningly sweet perfume, and it was all I could do not to melt. Estella wore a tight red top with the
Safety 1
^st
Driving
logo stitched over her right breast. Her black pencil skirt hugged her fat hips, coming down to just above the knee with a slit up the side. The slit was on the left. It dawned on me that I would have that partially-exposed thigh facing my side of the car.

Oh, hello again, boner. Back so soon?

I hopped into the driver’s seat and watched Estella’s long, tanned legs enter the passenger side. When her big, firm ass fell to the seat, I had the pleasure of watching her bust bounce in her low-cut company top.

This gave me an idea.

“So, how’re you feeling?” she asked, smiling with those full red lips. Her rich foundation, eyeliner, and sculpted eyebrows made her look like the most glamorous woman on the planet. I tried to ignore the painful fact that, had she not been giving me lessons, she was the kind of woman who would never give me the time of day.

“I’m fine.”

“All right. Now your mom told me that you’ve had a few lessons before, right?”

I nodded.

“Excellent, so I’m going to assume you know the basics. So why don’t you get the car started and keep it in neutral for me.”

I did, and she hummed her approval. “Good. Now put it in first and pull out slowly.”

No sweat. I took it easy down our street.

“Good. Feeling okay so far? Let’s turn into Lester Avenue and kick it up to second.

Now to enact my idea from before…

I’d had more than just a few lessons, and shifting gears was no problem. But she didn’t know that. So as I went down Lester Avenue, I deliberately mistimed the dance between my foot and my right hand.

Estella bounced in her seat as the car suddenly stalled, making her bust jiggle in her low-cut top. God, what a sight! I wanted nothing more in the world than to bury my face in that cleavage.

“Oops, sorry.”

She made a “hm” sound and turned to me, a smile painted on her face. “Shall we try again?”

I turned on the ignition and put it in first. Then I went to put it in second, and again, the car stalled by “mistake”. I wanted to drown in her gorgeous, bouncing female flesh. My fist clenched around the gearstick, wanting so desperately to squeeze that big, mature tit of hers.

Then she did something I hadn’t expected. She leaned over and placed her hand over mine on the gearstick. I flinched and felt my cock become hard as iron.

“Here, let’s do it together.”

Yes please!

A driver swerved around us and honked angrily, but I barely noticed.

“Start the car,” she instructed with the most sensual, soothing voice. “Now put it in first.” The stick moved under our hands. “Now, get ready, and hit the clutch when I say so. Ready…” the car built up speed. I could feel her breathing next to me. Her perfume was a glorious assault on my senses. I suddenly wasn’t so sure I could do this, even though it’d been no problem before. I swallowed, willed myself to stay cool, and waited.

“Ready? Three…two…one… now.”

All the mechanisms in the car shifted smoothly, and we were cruising in second.

“Great job, Eddie!” Estella clapped her hands and bounced in her seat. Damn, what a view.

But as she beamed at me, I was actually touched by her praise, and felt a little guilty for faking my ineptitude.

We turned down a few more streets without a hitch. After about five minutes, Estella led me down a busier road and directed me to make a left at a heavy intersection. Okay, I was little unsure about this. I was pretty impatient when it came to intersections. There were three lanes of oncoming traffic to get through, much of which included trucks with drivers hopped up on pills and caffeine. One beast of a truck came roaring down the center lane, and I was convinced that I could just pass in front of it if I floored it. I looked to my side and saw my uncle’s fiancé dabbing some red on her lips through a hand mirror. I noticed the generous swell of her ass in that tight pencil skirt as she leaned forward. God, what I wouldn’t give to bite down on that ass like a ripe fruit.

Too late. That distraction made it impossible for me to bypass the truck safely. So I moved out from the intersection, waiting to get in quickly behind it.

Bad move.

As I left the safety of my lane, timing it so that I would slip in the adjacent street as soon as the truck passed, I didn’t notice the black SUV that had been driving just a little too close behind the truck. It looked like the kind of vehicle the FBI or CIA would use. Thank God it wasn’t.

My foot hit the brake the moment I realized I was about to have a head-on collision with the SUV. The tires screamed in unison with Estella.

The SUV roared a long, intimidating horn at me as it swerved to the right. I thought for sure there would be a pileup: the SUV would collide with another car on the far lane; I would spin out and smash into the SUV’s taillights, and any driver stupid enough to follow behind me would wind up in the same twisted metal wreckage. All it would take is one or two more distracted oncoming drivers to add to the mess.

I was shocked to hear the sound of the blaring horn, and nothing else, fade behind me. I was driving further down the street, and while the screeching tires echoed in my mind, there was no busting glass, no hard steel kisses, and no ambulance sirens.

But there were screams. Estella’s screams. And they didn’t stop until it became clear that we weren’t going to die.

I drove on slowly, mindlessly, and cold with sweat. I wasn’t going anywhere specifically, and Estella wasn’t giving me a word of direction.

It was only when the gentle quiet of the near-dead street finally reassured us that we were safe that my future aunt spoke. “Pull over. Now.”

I obeyed.

Her bust heaved with every breath. If I hadn’t been so shit-scared by the fact that I’d almost killed us both…

Oh hell, of course I still found it sexy.

“Okay…” she began, and then took another deep breath. “I think we need to slow things down a little…” She turned to me, her grey eyes imploring me. “What’s wrong, Eddie? You were doing fine before. Did something happen? Was it wrong to take you to that busy intersection so soon?” She suddenly sounded very insecure about herself as an instructor.

“Sorry, Estella. I just— I got a little nervous.”

“I know learning to drive can be scary, honey, but what happened back there wasn’t just nerves. You weren’t thinking right. Tell me, what happened?”

I exhaled through my nose. “I don’t know. Stupid mistake.”

She furrowed her brows. “How did it happen? Were you distracted?”

I shifted uncomfortably. Big mistake; this drew her attention to the rock-hard lump in my pants. I was surprised to find it was still there, even after what had just transpired. She looked at the bulge, taken aback. Then at me.

“Oh,” she said, the truth finally dawning on her. Then she pressed her lips, as if trying to hold back a laugh. “I must have missed whatever pretty girl did this to you.”

“It wasn’t a pretty girl.”

She raised her brows and looked suddenly uncomfortable. “Oh. A pretty…boy?”

“
No
,” I responded indignantly.

“Sorry. I’m just confused. I mean it’s not like that could have been
my
fault.”

My terse silence said it all. She looked at me like I was joking, and then cleared her throat. “
Ahem
. That’s not funny, Eduardo.”

I shrugged. “Not trying to be.” It took me a few moments before I had the courage to look at her.

“Honey, you can’t be serious. You’re not really… you don’t feel… well, you know. Do you?”

I opted for more silence. That way, she could process on her own the fact that her fiancé’s teenage nephew was sitting in the car with her with a raging erection. And it was all because he was hopelessly attracted to her.

“Well…” she said eventually. “This’ll make the rest of the lesson a little hard.” She paused for a moment, then we both realized what she’d said and burst out laughing. This eased some of the tension. “So,” Estella began. “Do you want to step out of the car and take care of it?”

I was suddenly overcome with boldness. I mean, hell, she could see my erection; if I was going to be upfront about what I wanted, there was no better time to do it.

So guess what I did. Yep, I responded to her question with a lackadaisical “Not really,” and watched my future aunt’s eyes widen as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hot, turgid member.

She raised a hand to her mouth, covering a smile. I didn’t care if it was from embarrassment; that moment sitting there, exposing myself to this gorgeous MILF, was the most unreal, erotic moment of my life. The blood pounded in my ears, and I swear I could hear my heart beating in my chest. It’s a good thing I had nothing to say, because my mouth was so dry I could not utter a single word.

When Estella finally removed her hand from her face, she was still smiling and her tanned face had gone a shade of red.

“Wow. Eduardo I wasn’t expecting…that.”

I swallowed, trying to bring enough moisture to my mouth to say those two crucial words. “Wanna help?”

It was all riding on that. There was nothing else I could say; I’d crossed that line and there was no going back.

The next few moments would change the course of my life.

She glanced around, out one window and then the other. Estella bit her lower lip as her eyes fell to my cock again. The darkish shaft; the pink head glistening with precum; my balls which I pulled out and held in my other hand.

She laughed. “You’re so much like your uncle.”

Estella leaned in and whispered: “Okay. Let’s do this.”

And the next thing I knew, the gorgeous MILF engaged to my favorite uncle was letting warm spit drip from her luscious lips onto my gland.

As she leant over to reach, her already low-cut top shifted down to reveal her magical, bottomless cleavage. With her spit on my dick and her scent wafting around my head, I did not think it possible to become more aroused, but the sight of that deep black dip between her breasts made me throb with painful anticipation.

She wrapped her slim, slightly wrinkled fingers around my shaft, and it was a miracle I didn’t blow immediately. She had a wonderful grip, and with another spit or two began to pump her fist up and down the length of my shaft. Slow at first, I bucked my hips as the pleasure grew and Estella increased her speed. She was a natural at this; the woman clearly knew how a guy liked to be touched.

I gripped the car seats and threw occasional glances out the window. Cars drove past, and there was the obvious risk that someone would slow down and take a close look at what was going on behind these windows.

Screw it; they could look all they wanted. They could witness the glory of being jerked off by the MILF I was obsessed with.