The MILF and The Mexican

Disheartened by his errant wife’s lack of attention and in order to keep her occupied, other than with the help, Mr McDonald purchased a quaint little farm out in the countryside that was going to be Mrs McDonald’s pet project.

The farm needed a lot of work, there were buildings that needed renovating, fields that needed ploughing and a couple of animals that needed tending as well, so it meant that a small workforce of able-bodied individuals would need to be employed to take care of these matters and get the place into tip top condition.

Desperate for assistance in employing the right men for the job, Mrs M enlisted the help of her Mexican tutor who had indicated during one of their marathon Spanish “lessons” that he knew of a couple of young men that were in dire need of employment following their recent excursion over the Mexican border and into the land of milk and honey. Being the kind and caring person that she is and wanting to help out her fellow man wherever possible, she agreed that the young bucks be given a chance to secure employment and arrangements were made for Mrs M and her tutor to drive down to the farm and put these young men through some aptitude tests in order to see their suitability for the positions.

On a cool fall morning, Mrs M and the Mexican set off in her bright red 4x4 SUV vehicle. She was dressed in slinky blue skinny jeans, her brown stiletto boots, a white tank top covered by a brown thermal, a warm fur-lined coat  hiding her exquisite black satin and lace bra and thong, which clung tightly to her curves, accentuating them. Oblivious to the morning coolness, The Mexican was kitted out in blue jeans and a navy thermal that looked as if it was painted on. The rippling of his muscles underneath the tight shirt sent a delicious shiver down her spine as her eyes swept downwards, focusing on the bulge outlined by the denims. She licked her lips and fiddled with her hair that was pinned up, trying not to show the obvious lust that gleamed in her big, brown eyes…..

During the long drive in which they made small talk and practiced her Spanish grammar, Mrs M found her hand wandering over onto The Mexican’s thigh that was just begging to be touched. He glanced over at her and grabbed her hand and boldly rubbed it against his bulge commanding her to undo his zip and see treasures were inside.  Mesmerised by his hypnotic gaze, her French manicured fingers undid the button on his jeans and slid the silver zipper down. Her cool hand reached inside feeling the silky material of his boxers as she slid those down, reaching for his hot flesh. He hit the button on the CD player and the sounds of Sex on Fire belted out through the stereo system as she lowered her head into his lap and touched the tip of his pulsating penis with her pink, strawberry glossed lips, her tongue tip kneading the eye of his already weeping cock. Slowly and deliberately her lips moved along the ribbed brown shaft, her tongue exploring each inch, licking and sucking, blowing and kissing as she took him deep into her mouth….he shuddered as she mimicked the “head while I’m driving” part of the song that was still playing. Oblivious to anything, she gagged as his hips moved up and forward, trying to overcome the constrictions of the driver’s seat. Noisily feeding on his Mexican meat, she swallowed as spurts of precum dribbled down her throat and lubricated the path to her throat, drops dripping from her chin and clinging to the tiny hairs on his balls. Grasping his cock firmly at the base and lifting her head slightly, she takes him in even deeper, his dick head grazing her tonsils as her other hand squeezes his swollen balls. His thrusting intensifies as his driving slows and she feels his orgasm building….hurriedly she increases the pressure of her tongue and lips as his jet of white hot cum shoots into her mouth and deep down her wide-open throat, her mouth milking him. Sated, his driving has slowed to a crawl as he pulls over to the side of the road, withdrawing from her warmth.

She giggles as he tells her that she is a naughty mommy who needs to be spanked. She adjusts and re-pins her dishevelled hair, glancing in the vanity mirror on the sun visor making sure that all traces of the “driving experience” are removed with the lemon-scented wet wipe that she has retrieved from her bag. He offers her a sip of his mineral water, which she declines wanting to savour the taste of his Mexican meatiness as long as possible.