Got MILF? by Laura Lovecraft Read Free Book Online

other horny nineteen-year-old who had done it with the hottest MILF in his life would have thought the same thing.
    Anyway, my uncle and new aunt flew to Rio for their honeymoon, and I didn’t see or hear from them again for another month. It was during that time that I kept taking full advantage of the status my car bought me, and worked longer and longer hours at Game Island to keep me financially afloat. Not for the car – Rolando and his cronies took care of that – but to buy some decent clothes, take girls out, etcetera. It was no wonder my academics began slipping – or rather, nose-diving.
    So that brings me to the next chapter of my story. Being the wonderful nephew that I am, I offered to pick Tio Esteban and Estella up from the airport when they arrived from Rio.
    “That would be great,” my Mom commented. “Will you have room for one more in that big, expensive car of yours?”
    “Sure,” I said. “But only one more? Izzy isn’t coming?”
    “Nope. And neither am I.”
    I paused. “So…who’s the ‘one more’?”
    “Mia.” At her blank look, she sighed. “Estella’s daughter. The one who’s only just come back from Japan.”
    Fuck, was she ever Estella’s daughter.
    On the morning of their return, I opened the front door and felt my heart leap into my throat at the sight of a younger, geekier version of Estella. She had her mother’s thick, dark hair, and from the looks of it, just as much ass in those right black jeans. Only this girl carried a shoulder bag adored in colorful pins and patches from her recent trip. Three dark Kanji were tattooed on her right shoulder, each adored with a simple red and black cherry blossom design.
    Be still my stupid heart.
    She smiled. “Hello. You’re my new cousin, right? Ernie?”
    “Um, hi. And yes— I mean, no. I mean, I’m your cousin, but my name’s Eddie.”
    She raised a quizzical eyebrow at me. For the first time in weeks, I actually felt awkward around a girl.
    She reached out a small hand with brilliantly-colored fingernails. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Eddie.”
    I swallowed, felt myself smile like an idiot, and shook her hand. “Same.” And before I could stop myself, I blurted out: “You look a hell of a lot like your Mom.”
    She laughed, and I thanked God she didn’t take it badly. “Yeah, I get that. I’ll take it as a compliment. Most guys can barely keep their eyes or their hands off my Mom.”
    There was a look in her eyes that arrested me for a moment. Like there was a hidden meaning in her words.
    “So, should we go?”
    I swallowed. “Um, sure. But maybe first…” I scrambled for something, anything, to delay our departure so I could catch my breath. “Don’t you want to—”
    “Oh of course! God, I’m so rude. Is your Mom here? I haven’t even met my new aunt yet!”
    And like most Latina women, what was supposed to be a quick meeting turned out to be almost twenty minutes of chatter. They really hit it off, but that was no surprise because apart from Estella’s good looks, Mia had also inherited her charm.
    By the time we actually left the house, we were running a half hour late for their arrival. And that was assuming we wouldn’t get stuck in traffic.
    Which we did.
    There had been an accident up ahead, causing congestion that, according to the radio, went on until at least five miles ahead. “So, how did a guy like you end up with a car like this?” Mia asked as we waited. I turned down the hardcore trance mix I was playing through my iPod.
    I tried to be cool about it. “A couple of guys owed me a favor. A big favor. This was their way of saying thanks.”
    She made an impressed noise. “What did you do, kill a mafia boss?”
    I bit my tongue.
    My passenger changed the subject rather quickly. “So Mom said she taught you to drive, huh?”
    I nodded.
    “What’s she like as a teacher? Did she touch you?”
    I nearly choked. “W-what?”
    “I said was she tough with you?”
    “Oh,” I