Got MILF?

  Got MILF?

  An Anthology

  Jessie Foxx

  Alana Church

  Laura Lovecraft

  Artwork by Moira Nelligar

  Copyright 2015 Boruma Publishing, LLC

  Driven MILF-Crazy

  By Jessie Foxx

  Artwork by Moira Nelligar

  Copyright 2015 Jessie Foxx

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  ~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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  The din of clacking cutlery echoed through the house as the entertainment system blasted Enrique Iglesias’ greatest hits. I could still hear the rapid, enthusiastic Spanish of almost three dozen friends and family over all that noise.

  Laughter, song, and sizzling meat.

  And there I was, beating off in my uncle’s bathroom to a picture of his fiancé’s ass.

  Pleasuring myself with my left hand, I swiped through photo after photo with my right thumb. The pictures were all from her Facebook and Instagram accounts; mostly pouting selfies while decked out in makeup and tight outfits. Even one photo of her with no makeup, wearing a red tracksuit, sent my head into a spin. I envisioned her jogging down a sunny California street, working that tight ass and toned, fit thighs.

  Uncle Esteban was one lucky hijo de puta.

  And then there was that one shot of her lying on the beach in a lime green bikini.

  My body was ready.

  Before I knew it, my sexual energy had reached its peak. I shot for the stars. My stomach tightened and my eyes screwed shut. The image of that glorious, perfect, half-naked woman on white sand burned in my mind. A jolt of chemical pleasure shot down my brain and into my groin, followed by ecstatic release.

  For those eternal seconds, nothing existed in this world other than her.

  And once my mind cleared, I was back to reality. Back to the party.

  With a big, white mess to clean up.

  Now that my id was gratified, my ego reared its ugly, panicked head. The last thing I needed was one of the thirty friends and family finding a spot of jizz on the black tiled floor. I unfurled the roll of toilet paper and got to work.

  My heart jumped at the sudden knocking on the door. “Hey, are you in there, Eddie?”

  “Almost done!” I hurriedly wiped down the mess and flushed.

  “Well hurry up, I gotta go!”

  “Jesus, Izzy, just wait!” My little sister had a bladder the size of a pea. My eyes zipped from one end of my corner of sin to the next. Nothing. Everything looked clean.

  When I threw open the door and pushed past her, ignoring whatever snide remark she’d been cooking up, I set my sights back to the party.

  I was halfway down the hall when I realized my cell phone was still sitting by the basin, displaying that picture of Estella in lime-green perfection.

  I rushed back and threw open the bathroom door. My sister screamed. “Eeek! Get out of here, you freak!” Thankfully, the little germophobe was still laying strips of toilet paper on the seat and hadn’t seen my phone nor the offending photo.

  “Sorry,” I muttered insincerely, before grabbing my phone and racing back through the door.

  “I’m telling Mom!” she threatened as the door slammed shut behind me and locked from the inside.

  I gave myself a minute, desperate to catch my breath before returning to the party.

  I had to be cool. I wasn’t going back in a huffing, puffing state, fresh from a vigorous session of pocket pool.

  Come on, Eddie. Stay cool, man.

  “Eww, what did you do in here, Eddie?” she yelled through the door. “Why does it smell like bleach?!”

  I bolted away.

  ~~~~~

  As always, she was the first person I noticed when I entered. The red-lipped smile she delivered her neighbor made me quiver. When she tossed her thick, dark hair over her exposed shoulder, I felt a flutter in my chest. Three women erupted into laughter as she finished her anecdote, making her smirk with triumph. My uncle’s fiancé had just ticked over forty, and she wore her newfound middle-age with more grace and confidence than most. She was classy and mature, without losing that “young at heart” quality to her.

  Uncle Esteban draped his arm lazily around her shoulder. The pricey stone sitting on her engagement ring shone brilliantly; I could tell from her expression that just wearing the thing made her wet. Uncle Esteban had been divorced for almost ten years before meeting Estella, and while he’d never been a gloomy guy, I don’t think I’d ever seen him smile so much since he started dating this gorgeous Latin amazon.

  Hell, if I had the chance to undress her every night, I’d be grinning like a goofball twenty-four-seven.

  Without even thinking, I took the seat directly opposite my uncle’s fiancé. My libido was drained, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view.

  “It’s too bad Mia couldn’t be here to enjoy this, Estella,” one of my older aunts commented. “She must be so happy that her mother’s getting married again.”

  The angel from my spank bank shook her head. “I just couldn’t take her away from Tokyo; she’s having the time of her life over there.”

  “And how much did that trip set you back, Esteban?” Uncle Angelo, who was married to my mother’s sister Eugenia, quipped.

  Esteban held up his hands. “Don’t look at me, Angelo. This one knew what she was doing when she married and divorced the last guy. All of Mia’s funds come out of his pockets. What was he, mi amore, some kind of brilliant, millionaire programmer?”

  She smirked again. “Well, he was brilliant in some ways. Not in others. That’s what I’m marrying you for.”

  The women at the table chuckled. One commented, half-jokingly: “You better look out, Esteban; this one sounds like she might be a gold-digger.”

  “Don’t I know it,” Esteban teased and nibbled on his fiancé’s ear, and everyone around them tittered – especially the men. They knew what the score was. And if they weren’t all secretly aching to be in Esteban’s place, my name is Barack Hussein Obama.

  “You all right, Eddie honey? You were in the bathroom a long time.” I turned just as my mom pushed a plate of scorched meat, mash and salad under my nose.

  “I’m fine,” I insisted, watching Estella from the corner of my eye. She wasn’t paying an ounce of attention to me, which was a mixed blessing given that my mom had just served my meal like I was still a nine-year-old.

  Just as I started chewing on a forkful of beef, a shadow fell over me. I heard a very gravelly, very familiar voice that made me instantly lose my appetite. “Kid, you just take my seat or what?”

  I looked up and saw my big cousin Rolando standing over me, his bulging gut hanging threateningly close to my shoulder. The son of my mom’s first cousin, Rolando was twenty-five and still retained the same dickish, overbearing personality I’d come to hate since we were kids. His greasy, thin ponytail hung over his right shoulder, and his big, dark lips were drawn into a frown reserved for the smell of shit.

  That being said, he was right: this wasn’t my seat, and there were four empty bottles of beer in front of me to prove it.

  “Oh Rol, leave your little cousin alone,” Estella laughed, adding insult to my impending injury. So now she notices me?

  My cousin raised his flabby arms in mock confusion. “I go get my abuelita a beer, and this little punk thinks he can just take my seat?” He looked down at me. “Did you shit your brains out in the bathroom, Eduardo? Does someone need to remind you of your place?”

  My heart hammered. He wouldn’t do anything in front of the family, but for such a big guy Rolando was unusually good at staying unseen when doing the wrong thing. Like when he was giving cigarettes to the
younger kids. Or dunking a certain cousin’s head in the pond.

  I stared at him, saying nothing. Once upon a time, I would have stammered an apology and shuffled away, but I didn’t feel like being the skinny little wuss this time.

  But I didn’t have the courage to say anything back, either. So I sat there, mouth open and silent.

  His mud-colored eyes bore down on me, weighted by his bushy eyebrows. It was like his mind was processing all the ways he could torture me. I know; it was sad. He was twenty-five, and probably had an illegitimate kid or two out there from one-night stands, and I’d officially been an adult for a year. And yet, he still felt the need to talk to me like I was that tiny twelve-year-old with a weak stomach.

  I wasn’t that kid anymore… even if I was still a fraction of his size.

  I licked my lips. My throat felt like I had swallowed sand. If I was different to that twelve-year-old kid, I told myself, I should stand up for myself.

  The muscles in my arms tightened. My heart hammered, and my vision became tunneled. What should I say? Should I even say anything at all?

  I wanted to stand, but my legs wouldn’t obey. I urged them to stop wobbling, and gripped the table’s edge, ready to haul myself up. My cousin hadn’t budged. His eyes dared me to prove my manhood.

  Maybe I would.

  If I could only stand up.

  “Yo, esé,” a well-built guy with a shaved head and patterned bandana slipped behind my cousin. His tanned muscles bulged from his white singlet, and a ‘Brown Pride’ tattoo was etched around his right bicep, along with other images depicting Christ and the Virgin Mary. His name was Danny; Rolando’s best childhood friend and someone reputed to be setting up links with the Cartel. Why the hell people in this family continued to invite him for gatherings was beyond me. Actually, they probably didn’t; I guessed he just showed up with Rolando. Danny had always been just as much an instigator of pain as my cousin. As far as I was considered, they were the same shit; they just came from different asses.

  Danny mentioned something about a call with El Coyote, which immediately snatched me from Rolando’s attention. A look of complete anxiety came over my cousin’s face, and he grabbed his best friend’s arm.

  “What’d he say?”

  “It’s going down tomorrow, homes. We’re expected.”

  “Hijo de…so he’s–” and then Rolando stopped, looked around and remembered where he was. His gaze fell on me again, and I was gifted with a look that could freeze fire.

  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 1st 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.