Driven MILF-Crazy

By Jessie Foxx

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.

~~~~~ 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.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311052414

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Driven MILF-Crazy

By Jessie Foxx

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2015 Jessie Foxx

~~ 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.

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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