Summary

Eddie is finally motivated to get his driver's license. His instructor, Estella, is a 40-year old Latina MILF with a bodacious bust and an ass to die for. Whether she's in her instructor's uniform or a lime-green bikini, Estella is bar-none the hottest MILF around, and the object of every lurid fantasy Eddie has. As if that wasn't enough, Estella knows just how to ease her student whenever he's feeling 'stiff' with nerves. After all, she wants him to become the best driver he can be.

 

Key words

milf, rite of passage, older woman, younger man, hardcore sex, public sex

 

Excerpt

"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 said and burst out laughing together. 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 her 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.

Estella leaned in and whispered: "Okay. Let's do this."

 

 

 

Summary

Eddie is finally motivated to get his driver's license. His instructor, Estella, is a 40-year old Latina MILF with a bodacious bust and an ass to die for. Whether she's in her instructor's uniform or a lime-green bikini, Estella is bar-none the hottest MILF around, and the object of every lurid fantasy Eddie has. As if that wasn't enough, Estella knows just how to ease her student whenever he's feeling 'tense'. After all, she wants him to become the best driver he can be.

 

Key words

milf, rite of passage, older woman, younger man

 

Excerpt

Without my knowledge, Mom had gone ahead and booked lessons for several more weeks. She mentioned something about a discount if you get the seven-week package.

Maybe Estella just wanted more of my seven-inch package.

(Okay, seven may be stretching it a bit)

Truth be told, I had no idea what would happen on our second lesson. Part of me worried, and suspected, that she would simply put the whole event behind her; a mistake made with a horny teen that she wouldn't let happen again.

But there was no way I wouldn't try my luck again. For the whole week, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her or her amazing skills. All of my fantasies revolved around Estella's big booty, breasts, and her awesome grip. It was all I could do to not cream my pants the moment her horn sounded outside my house.

Like Pavlov's dogs salivating at the sound of a bell.

I pulled away from my house, and Estella directed me through the same route as last time.

Watching her from the corner of my eye, in that low-cut, chest-hugging uniform made me sweat.

I drew closer to the dangerous intersection. Estella seemed oddly calm given that I came close to totaling her car the last time we were there.

And then, she quietly ordered me to go straight ahead.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Straight."

"But aren't we supposed to..." I was confused, and a little disappointed. If she was taking me down a different route, she probably meant for there to be no hands-on fun.

She directed me into a vacant car lot, turned the ignition off for me, and pierced me with her eyes.

"All right," she began, her tone deadly serious. "Since you insist on showing that thing off to me from under your shorts, we might as well get it over with. Come on; whip him out so I can take care of him."