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Driving Leah

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

Ma Reilly was pushing sixty and although wealthy still worked the early morning shift at Ma Reilly's Diner simply because she'd always worked the morning shift for the past thirty-nine years, including the last twenty-three years as owner of the business. 

She'd married three of her regulars over her time at the diner and each one got around ten years out of Mae. She'd begun marketing herself as Ma Reilly when her last husband, Stan Horn, wooed her successfully. They had a happy nine and a half years together but tragically thirty-two days after his big lottery win Stan died after the last of many seizures suffered throughout his life. Ma inherited most of that $872,000 windfall.

Oliver Webb watched Ma carrying over his lightly done steak with two fried eggs and a scoop of fries.

"No salad?"

"No ma'am."

"Your mother will be displeased."

"May I request salad please ma'am."

"Ruby, a complimentary salad over here," Ma yelled. "Where are you heading son? I don't recognized you from around here."

"To New York ma'am. I'm joining my Uncle Roy who makes safety harnesses for dogs traveling in vehicles. He markets them by mail order but is employing me for several months to set up credit card sales via the Internet and to lead product marketing."

"My daughter from my first marriage wants to go to New York. Can she ride with you?"

"If she's ready to leave within the hour and pays her way and half the gas."

Ma pulled out a roll of money from her apron pocket, licked a finger and counted off ten $100 bills. "Will that cover her dues?"

"That's too much ma'am. With two night's accommodation, meals for two days and half the cost of gas I reckon $450 should do it."

"Well you're a few hundred ahead on the deal. But remember put her into harm's way and I'll come after you with a meat cleaver."

"That's very generous of you ma'am and I hear the warning. But why pick on me?"

"You are clean-cut and ordered salad out of respect for you mother's wishes. That suggests you are okay. How old are you son?"

"Thirty-three."

"Nice age. Leah who will be traveling with you is thirty-six. Refuse to have sex with her while you are driving because that could bring harm to you both. I call and get her over here pronto."

Fifteen minutes later conversations stopped. Oliver looked at the main entrance. A fabulous looking cream complexion redhead in a very short lace dress and cute ankle boots stood at the doorway.

Ma yelled Table 7 and Miss Universe began walking to Oliver's table.

He swallowed and shook.

"Hi," she smiled, as Oliver scrambled to his feet. "Mon says you'll drive me east."

"Yes and my name is Oliver Webb."

"Oliver, a pretty name. Mine is Leah, spelt L-e-a-h and the surname is Rainsford. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Then let's say goodbye to Ma and go."

Oliver said in surprise, "You call you mother Ma?"

"Yes, it's shorter than mom."

Oliver nodded.

* * *

After nine hours on the road including stops for gas, the restroom and lunch Oliver said, "Shall we stop off at this next city?"

"Sounds good to me. Watching the road and jawing has made me tired."

"Right we'll get a couple of nice rooms at a place with a heated pool, um if you like swimming."

"Yes I'd love to soak away road tiredness. Let's get one room and upgrade."

"Are you sure?"

"What are you shy or don't you sleep with women?"

"I told you I was married."

She smiled and said, "So?"

"I don't know what to say."

"Omigod. You're shy."

Oliver shifted on his seat. "Your mom warned me not to bring harm to you."

"Oliver that's just her way of saying don't go to sleep at the wheel or drive into something. I'm a big girl and she couldn't care a fuck who I have sex with provided it's not with my asshole of a husband."

"You're married?"

Leah said patiently, "If Asshole is my husband it follows I must be married. Did you finish elementary school?"

"I think I did and went on to earn a masters in computer science."

"Oh my apologies. I guess I mistook your nervousness for dumbness."

"It's all right. Besides you look if you'd be really good at it."

"Dear Oliver. Just because a women offers to sleep with you it doesn't follow that you have to have sex."

"Oh."

Leah slapped a hand on to his thigh. "But after a few drinks, a swim and something to eat I'd like to finish off with you coming inside me."

The car lurched.

Stroking Oliver under the ear Leah said huskily, "Do I excite you Oliver?"

"Yes," he croaked. "I need a drink.

Oliver went to the pool swaggering, knowing he would soon be having sex with the best looking and smartest babe with the best body he'd ever met. He could count the females he'd had sex with on one hand. There had been Diana, Freda, Roxie and Shannon before marriage and then eight years ago he'd married Shannon's older sister Nevada, latching on to her after Shannon had dropped him for Michael, his best buddy. In recent times Nevada had him rationed to sex once a week unless once a week didn't suit her. In contrast Michael was losing weight and complaining Shannon wanted sex night and day.

Complaining! Yes and the poor guy now wondered if he was meant to be gay. It was impossible to believe Nevada and Shannon were sisters with sex drives so substantially different.

"Hi Oliver."

Christ Leah was in the pool floating on her back without a stitch on. Her boobs were out of the water and her legs were wide open and anyone could see she shaved. Oliver looked round wildly for baton-waving policemen charging towards them but apart from Leah and him the basement pool area was deserted.

"Come over and suck pussy darling," she cooed "I find it a great way to relax.

"I'd rather swim thank you."

"Okay please yourself darling."

Darling? The bitch was attempting to seduce him psychologically after finding a frontal pussy showing had failed.

He removed his swimming shorts, not wishing to be called a party pooper.

"Omigod a man of steel," Leah called. "It's not even stiff despite having sighted pussy."

"It knows it's not feeding time," Oliver sniggered and dove in, hearing her bellow in laughter.

She wanted to race of course. Oliver thought she looked in superb physical condition so thought she might clean him out over two laps so he challenged a five-lap race, knowing by then his endurance training in cycling would have come to the fore.

He should have known. When he offered her a five second start advantage she smiled and asked was he nuts. She completed the fifth lap as he turned at the end of his fourth.

Jesus. No way would he have sex with her; she'd kill him, draining his balls dry.

They stood drying and he eyed her. Pulling aside her towel she flaunted her body.

"So you like my body?"

"It's about as close to perfection a mortal woman can get."

She appeared surprised.

"What?"

She toweled her hair and said, "After me winning the swim I expected you to be resentful and say oh it's all right."

"I'm not a poor loser."

"No and I see that now. You don't have to fuck me so relax."

He smiled and said thanks.

"It's not necessary to be so polite Oliver; I'm not used to it. Men including my husband regard me as a trophy."

"Why?"

"You are such a darling guy Oliver. I was beginning to think guys like you didn't exist any more."

Oliver swallowed and said could he ask her something very personal. She said of course.

"Leah if I do generate the desire to have sex with you, may I?"

"Of course you may darling and thank you for asking. Let's dress and go out for dinner."

They chatted and eventually just seemed to click and both were aware their relationship had reached that point. A little later Oliver said, "Should we laze around in the morning and head off after lunch?"

She cocked her head and said, "Why don't we stay one more night? You said you had time up your sleeve."

"Okay and I think it would help you to unwind. You are rather tense Leah."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Oliver said firmly they'd talk about it tomorrow. "You need to unload baby."

She scowled.

They returned to their room a little drunk. Leah asked Oliver did he wish to undress her and looked a little upset when he said no. She stamped off to the bathroom and slammed the door.

"I'm married," he yelled at the door but there was no answer.

Leah returned nude and said sullenly, "Well at least kiss me good night."

"Yeah sure," Oliver said, holding out his arms. They closed round the softness of Leah. She sighed and engaged in a long kiss with no caressing and she sighed when they broke apart.

"You kiss great for a guy who doesn't fuck," she complained and her expressed softened when Oliver scratched an ear and apologized.

Oliver awoke during the night to find Leah licking his dick and working it up. He pretended to remain asleep, knowing a woman of her experience was unlikely to be deceived. But she sucked and jerked away until he gushed and he heard her spitting out semen but neither of them spoke. She rolled away and he thought she was wiping her mouth and tongue on the sheet and then she lay still and he drifted off back to sleep.

He awoke in the morning to find her with her knees raised so he massaged her pussy thinking she'd be awake and after working in two fingers sloshed away and teased her clit with a finger on his other hand and could feel her body heaving against his hands. She finally groaned into a release and when her breathing steadied he went off to the shower knowing she was now asleep.

Oliver sat outside on their balcony for almost ninety minutes before Leah arrived, dressed and smiling. He jumped to his feet and kissed her and she kissed back, restraining herself.

They pulled apart reluctantly and she said a strange thing: "I feel like a woman again."

Oliver scratched his nuts and she eyed that and smiled. He thought if she felt like a woman what was she before? He figured she was enjoying being treated as a person rather than as a sex object. Her big-dick husband and his pals probably brutalized her.

They went out for breakfast after booking their suite for another night and later went shopping. She returned with flowers for the room and appeared to have had her hair trimmed.

Oliver was happy to see her and said, "You know you are a very lovely woman," thinking she'd like that but was delighted when she rushed him and kissed him and brushed back his hair and said he was such a beautiful man.

"What's this," she asked, looking at the gift on the bed.

"Just a wee something for you for being such a good traveling companion."

"But no one gives me gifts," she cried, ripped open the wrapping of the sixty-buck bracelet.

"Oliver this is gorgeous."

He squirmed and colored under her intense gaze.

"I shall treasure it always. You are so kind to me. You don't want sex from me but you enjoy my company. Well that's something."

They spent the afternoon beside the pool, watching two noisy families at play, enjoying the atmosphere. Every so often Leah reached for Oliver's hand and squeezed it and held it for a minute or two.

They dressed at 4:00 and went to a bar for a couple of slow drinks before ambling off somewhere for dinner.

Leah said, "Is it because you are married that you don't wish to have sex with me or is it you don't like me?"

Oliver smiled and held her gaze. "First let me ask you this: Why do you appear to be so insecure?"

"Because I've been constantly abused."

He laughed and said, "What you!" and then knew he'd goofed, watching her bottom lip protrude. "Sorry, I really am Leah. I ought to have known something had gone very wrong in the relationship with Asshole. Want to tell me about it?"

He slumped shoulders rose a bit and she said firmly, "Yes but you won't like it."

"Try me."

"Mom told me to stop using his name and that no way am I to go back to him. So we refer to him as Asshole. He has a small dick, only five inches."

"What when fully erect?" Oliver asked in disbelief.

"Yes and I'd had quite a few big ones in my time, some painfully so. I thought what a relief to find the guy who was engaging me romantically was under-endowed. Fellatio is fellatio no matter what length you gobble and Asshole and I found it best to have sex doggy. Providing I didn't thresh about he rarely fell out. But stupidly he wanted everything and when those more enterprising attempts usually failed he became increasingly depressed and he changed, losing his respect for me as if it were my fault. He began fisting me and if drunk would be yelling, 'Take this you bitch.' He even attempted to fist me anally but when I broke free I grabbed a kitchen knife and threatened him, saying I'd kill him in his sleep if he ever attempted to do that again."

"Good girl."

Leah smiled appreciatively. We settled into a routine that varied between doggy and fisting but three weeks ago he came home drunk with four of his drunken pals and the five of them masturbated over me, drenching me. Incredibly they all had small dicks. After showering I went to the bedroom and locked myself in. I packed up the things I really wanted and left during the night, the five of them were asleep on the floor of the lounge. I stayed with mom and she advised me to just disappear. We went to her attorney and she signed the transfer of ownership of an apartment in Manhattan she'd inherited from her second husband. I had just told her the previous night I felt I was ready to move and next day she called to say she'd met a clean-cut guy who'd impressed her. She told me you had agreed to take me to New York and that you looked trustworthy and very fuckable."

"Your mom said that?"

Smiling weakly Leah said, "What trustworthy" and grinned when Oliver said, "Good one Leah."

"Leah I'm astounded that anyone could treat you so rottenly and admire you for shooting through. When we arrive in New York just disappear into the mass and start your life anew."

"That's what mom advised me to do and said if I had become afraid of men I could always take up with a lovely female."

"Would you want to do that?"

"No. Mom owns the apartment Asshole and I lived in so yesterday she planned to have an eviction notice served on Asshole with two security guys forcing him to pack his personal possessions and send him off with a boot up his ass."

"Couldn't the attorney have done all of that without muscle men?"

"Mom is canny. She didn't want her apartment trashed. He has our car and our joint possession won't come to much so mom believes he won't seek a divorce and after a couple of years if I want a divorce I could return to my home state and file for divorce as an abandoned wife. She believes Asshole won't respond to any attempts to locate him and get a legal response from him. Even if he does come forward she said it won't matter because we didn't have much in the way of marital assets to split. Asshole and I lived the high life and spent almost everything we earned."

"Well all I can say is you've done the right thing and I'm proud of you."

Leah smiled and took his arm and they went to their table.

They chose Chinese and during the leisurely meal Leah said, "And what's it with your marriage?"

Oliver shifted uncomfortably on his chair. "Her mother is a bossy bitch, always interfering. My wife was fine for the first couple of years of marriage, sweet and considerate and regarding us as a well-functioning team and we were at that stage. But then she began to change, rather slowly and within two more years I'd concluded I'd married a shrew. She became bossy just like her mother and we began to scrap and soon not a day went by without us having at least one confrontation and we lost respect for one another. With that happening I went off the idea of having children, not wanting to have them reared in a household where their parents scrapped. She resented that and left me for almost a month but then lost patience with her mother and returned to live with me. She now only wants sex one a week and sometimes complains that's too much."

Leah's mouth fell open but she refrained from commenting.

"Nice food," he said and that appeared to end that topic until Leah said, "Does the fact you are moving to New York for a while without your wife suggest you are running away?"

He wriggled on his chair again but finally had his thoughts sorted. "I really don't want to talk about her but I'll say this. When Uncle Roy called me to help out I suggested we could try that period as a trial separation. But she hit the roof and said no way would she contemplate a divorce. She'd made a mistake marrying me and she was determined to live by that mistake. She's Catholic. That's all I wish to say."

"Well that satisfies me Oliver except it doesn't explain why your wife finds you unsuitable for her needs after marrying you for life and why she has become a shrew. The problem could be her mother, I just don't know."

"Let's leave it there. In two days you'll be settling into your new life in New York and I'll be out of your life."

"Do you want me out of your life?" Leah said gently.

He acted as if he hadn't heard her say that.

"Oliver please reply."

"I'd be a fool to let you go."



CHAPTER 2

Leah's heart rate soared when Oliver said he'd be a fool to want her out of his life. She'd much rather had he clutched over his heart and said he loved her and never wanted her to leave him, but that was over-expecting. At least he'd not rejected her.

Leah ate slowly and fed Oliver some chicken from her sweet and sour dish to try. She watched his lips close over her chopsticks to remove the morsel. Oliver had olive skin, dark hair and was very good looking. She'd had his long and thick dick in her mouth the previous night and he'd gotten her off brilliantly just after dawn today and that made her think his wife must be raving mad to allow that talent to go virtually unused. God any man denied opportunity to fuck would go off and find it elsewhere.

She smiled and Oliver smiled back at her. Leah thought of squeezing his dick between her breasts and opening her mouth to take all he had when he ejaculated. She then took fright. Mrs Webb was not giving her husband the sex he wanted so why wasn't Oliver ramming Leah Rainsford 24/7 when it was practically laid out for him?

Leah sniffed and thought he regarded her as a slut and Oliver Webb had high standards and didn't fuck sluts. God how could life be so unfair. This guy coming from a little city into a mega city would probably fuck a hooker and not realize she wasn't a film star until she asked for the payment. Leah thought she had sufficient experience to nail most guys but they would be coming on at her; the problem with Oliver was he didn't seem to care what she had waiting for him between her legs.

Well she had tonight and tomorrow night to try to nail him. If she failed to do that he'd just disappear, leaving her to get her sex from jerks or the partners of women in her apartment block. She'd have to move gently in on him, to attempt to get his motor running without being too obvious. Once she managed to control him he'd see the sense of fucking her.

As they walked back to the motel Leah said she was going to have a bath and invited Oliver to join her.

"You had a bath before we left for the bar," he accused, as if there was a water supply crisis or her memory was defective. It was like been kicked in the head; she'd stupidly fouled up because she hadn't thought the tactic through. Now she had a headache.

Oliver stopped at the entrance and said he was going for a walk.

"That's fine," Leah said, aware she hadn't been invited to walk with him and wondering if he would look for a hooker.

"Don't wait up for me. I could be some time."

"Well a hooker would have him off within two minutes so what was it? Oh the asshole, he wanted her asleep before he came to bed!


Driving Leah



Leah said goodnight and went to their room crying. But she was not past trying. She threw her nightdress on the floor on his side of the bed knowing he'd walk over it and be aware she was sleeping nude. That ought to wind up his dick.

The next thing Leah knew it was daylight and was happy to have her exploring hand collide with a morning erection. She wriggled under the blankets and began licking and sucking it while rolling his balls with her other hand. Eventually the bed covers were thrown off. 

With her mouth full of cock Leah looked up to see Oliver grinning at her.

"Are you hungry?"

She pulled off his dick with a very wet sounding 'plop' and said, "Yes a bit" when he fired all over her face and she shrieked in shock.

He grinned, smacked her ass and said he'd paid the account last night. She should clean up quickly and they'd be on their way and would stop later for breakfast.

He smiled at her, Leah thought, and seemed delighted to have his cock sucked. She scooped semen off her face and greedily sucked it from her fingers.

On the third scoop she attempted to feed him and to her astonishment he sucked her dripping fingers. At that point Leah didn't know what to think. He bewildered her; she couldn't quite figure him out. Most men were like open books.

As Leah showered she fumed. He'd disappointed her squirting her face like that; the bastard was just like the rest of them. Then she remembered his grin, it was soft he'd looked really delighted, with not a hint of malice or power play.

"This is becoming unbearable," she sighted. "Rather than driving Leah to New York he's driving Leah to despair."

After breakfast they resumed on the highway in his Sapphire silver blue 2005 Crossfire that looked rather road-weary. Leah turned down the music and said, "May we talk?"

"Yeah provided I get to do most of the listening."

Leah counted to three to avoid snapping back.

"Do you really like me?"

"Yeah I like you heaps. You've grown on me in such a short time."

Her chin jutted determinedly. "I'd like you to make me pregnant."

There was silence and then she saw the grin.

"What?"

He turned and smiled. "This is another stratagem to get me between your thighs, isn't it?"

God he was difficult. Why did he have to come up with that? A normal guy would have leered and said something like 'Yeah baby and it's the trying I'll focus on' or ask how much would he be paid.

She snapped "No" and burst into tears.

He patted her knee and said baby he was sorry and he looked at her and she saw his concern. Her heart lifted and she smiled through the tears and said that was kind of him.

"Why do you want a baby?"

Christ trust him to be so blunt. She gritted and said, "Because I'm becoming old. Soon it will be too late providing it's not already too late."

"Your works won't be screwed up as a result of mistreatment will they?"

Who did he think he was, a gynecologist? Knowing him as little as she did, Leah guessed that was just him being intelligent.

"I believe everything is in working order. I would have to stop taking the pill and it would be at least a month before I was receptive and of course it might be months longer before I conceived."

"So we'd meet every Friday night for a couple of drinks and then bang away."

"Yes on the bar room floor."

She giggled and he grinned and looked straight into her eyes.

"Watch the road."

"Oh yeah."

They traveled perhaps two miles before he said, "The concept quite appeals. No way do I intend making Nevada pregnant."

"Nevada, you've not used that name before."

"It was a slip. I was meant to marry her younger sister but she dumped me."

"I suppose she was the sexy one?" Leah smiled when she heard him sigh and then grin.

"Men regard me as being very sexy and that's the problem."

"Well you sure are pretty with a star-quality figure."

"Thank you Oliver. Oooh I could listen to you tell me more things like that. What I actually meant was they expect I can really fuck."

The car swerved before being re-aligned by the computer.

Leah watched Oliver's tongue flick quickly over his top lip. He asked, "And what do you think"

"I fuck really well, or real good as many men would say."

"No kidding."

She smiled and said, "I kid you not."

"Um we'd need to discuss this pregnancy thing in greater depth because looking forward there would be issues."

"Late in pregnancy I'd go back home to mom."

"Providing there was a pregnancy?"

"Yes. It cannot be taken for granted."

"So how would we set this up, if we decide to do this?"

Leah had it worked out but thought it best to play dumb.

"I need to think about that."

"Good. It would have unnerved me if you already had it schemed. It would have felt like entrapment. Give yourself time to work it out. We will be in phone contact in New York."

"So you'll fuck me tonight, I mean to get to know me intimately?"

"Yes if I am to commit adultery I may as well start now. But first I want you to promise to come off your contraception program."

"I promise. I'll consult a pharmacist when we stop for lunch."

"Should we stop for lunch now?"

Leah giggled and said they'd just had breakfast. She was amazed how she'd managed to turn him around. She then suspected he might have already been contemplating dropping his no-fucking embargo.

That evening they went by several motels and each time Leah said keep driving until she finally she said the one coming up looked okay.

"It has the Full sign lit."

"I'll hop in an flash my eyelids."

"Flashing you tits might work better even if the receptionist is female."

She giggled and gave him a rude finger sign as she left the vehicle.

The receptionist smiled and said, "I'm afraid we're full ma'am although if you come back in two hours we may release a no show room."

"We want a honeymoon suite."

"Yes ma'am. Our best one is ready and waiting for you."

CHAPTER 3

"This is a classy joint," Oliver said. "Usually a tired-looking bitch just tosses the keys at you but this chick in front of us is escorting us. What's she carrying?"

"I think under the napkin is champagne in an ice bucket."

"Jesus. How much will this night cost us?"

"Don't worry your handsome head darling," Leah said. "This night is on me."

The lounge was lovely and they both boggled at the size and the height of the four-poster bed under a white silk and tasseled canopy. The bathroom was ornate and there was a bubbling Jacuzzi on the enclosed balcony.

"Shall I uncork the champagne for you sir."

"No thanks, I'll do that when we are in the pool."

"I thought that might be the case sir. These are unbreakable flutes."

When the woman had gone Oliver asked, "Is this the honeymoon suite?"

"Yes one of them. I thought although the place was full it was possible one of these suites would be available."

"Can you really afford this?"

"Yes mom gave me half a million from the huge amount inherited from her last husband."

"In that case bed or the pool?"

Leah licked her lips and then unzipping her dress said, "Let's have a drink in the pool and then fuck."

"What ma'am wants ma'am gets," he leered.

Leah's eyes became huge.

After finishing her glass of wine Leah stepped over Oliver's legs and sat on him, facing away. "Grab my tits while I steer you in. There must be no delay; I don't want you becoming gun shy."

"Stick it into you baby," he chuckled, "and then bounce. Another glass of champagne in one hand, a great tit in the other and tight cunt slapped round my dick what more could a man ask for?"

"Love?"

"Well yeah, I'll not argue with that."

The best one came on the bed with Oliver pumping, sitting on his knees with Leah pulled up over his lap and he held her by a thigh with that leg over his shoulder while his other hand mashed her right tit.

She bucked and moaned and groaned and came three times before he ejaculated hugely.

Returning from the bathroom Leah grinned, "That was one of my best ones ever. You are so athletic and fit without a beer belly.

He grinned. "So the opposite describes Asshole?"

"More accurately than I care to think about. Let's not talk about our spouses."

In the morning Oliver awoke to find the coverings removed and Leah was between his legs on her knees licking his cock in long strokes. She saw he was awake and smiled beautifully and what he witnessed next was the most intense and expert fellatio he'd ever had delivered. When he came he thought for a moment he'd never stop pumping. Semen ran off her face and on to her tits.

"You look lovely."

She screamed in laughter.

Oliver licked her until she was primed and had pushed halfway in when the doorbell sounded.

"Oh that will be breakfast. I ordered for 7:00 because we have a long day's driving to reach Manhattan by nightfall."

"I want to drive you forever."

"Oh darling," Leah said, ducking off to the bathroom.

"Come in," Oliver said, pulling a sheet over his erection.

Two smiling women entered, pushing trolleys and left them against the end of the dining table. One of them took the ten bucks Leah had left on the table. The women smiled their way out, 

* * *

When they hit the highway Leah said she felt would be unable to eat for a week.

"Yeah a great breakfast. Talk about me being good. You fuck heaps better than any woman I've ever had."

"Oh darling, a compliment," she smiled.

They drove a long time listening to music. Finally Leah said, "I want you to live with in Manhattan and I don't wish you to regard that as entrapment."

"Then what is it?"

She froze. Go what had happened to Mr Nice?"

Leah was on the verge of panicking and then the words came to her. "I need you on hand when it's prime time for me to conceive."

"Well that makes sense. I can accept that. Even if Uncle Roy's establishment is quite some distance away the travel time won't bother me. I'll either be tied leaving you after excessive fucking or rushing home eager to slide between your thighs."

"Oh darling, what an adult way of looking at it." 

He grinned and then said yes he would live with her. He'd not been looking forward to living with Uncle Roy and Aunt Jenny until he found a place to live.

They finally sighted the Manhattan skyline.

"There she is," Oliver said, shaking Leah by the shoulder.

"Oh doesn't it look exciting."

"Nah I favor the plains but it's what you do with your life wherever you are that counts."

"Are you good to live with darling?"

"Keep calling me darling and you'll find I'm very good to live with."

"Good."

They drove on thinking about what they'd just said until Oliver commented, "While you were napping I thought about what we have been doing and decided driving you to New York has been one of the best times in my life."

"Good, I like hearing that."

"Baby then you might like hearing this. I've decided not to go back to Geneva, ever."

"Good boy. I've been waiting for you to tell me that."

Leah sighed deeply and stretched out a hand and played with his nape. She began thinking of names for a baby girl.

THE END



Driving Lesson



Jake's POV

There is no doubt in my mind that everyone has had a moment where they thought for sure that they were going to hell. It doesn't matter what made you think that or if it was even for a second, but you know. You know exactly when you think of it and when you do I'm willing to bet that the thought doesn't even bother you. I'd like to say that I am above thoughts like these but then I'd be lying. I knew that very moment I would be going to hell when my step daughter sat in the passenger seat. 

I married Sonya's mother, Nina in my senior year of college. She was sexy, beautiful and my professor. Even though she was much older than me it never occurred to me that she would have a child. I mean when I grew up you just didn't have children without being married. So you could understand my surprise when on moving day I set down my stuff in our new home to find a disgruntled teenager sitting in our living room. I could never understand why she didn't like me. I never punished her or hit her, to be perfectly honest I mostly stayed out of her way except when it came to birthdays and holidays. On our 3 year anniversary Sonya was getting ready to leave for college. Nina's lecture wasn't going to get out until late so she asked me to pick up Sonya from school and to take her shopping for school supplies. I wasn't crazy about the idea but I figured being a part of this girl's life since she was 16 I should at least attempt to do something fatherly. I pulled up to the curb at her school and waited for Sonya to come out. 

When she finally emerged from the double doors I was less than please to witness the scene in front of me. There stood my step daughter in her mid-drift tube top and tight mini skirt with a slobbering teenage mutant, I assume, attached to her face. It doesn't surprise me that she's hooked another one. Sonya went through boys like a flu patient goes through tissues. She treated them all like crap so I couldn't see what she possibly could get out of a guy like that. I bet junior had already creamed his pants by now with the way she was handling him, in public no less. I was about to honk the horn when I noticed her eyes flicker towards me. Maybe I was imagining it but I was pretty sure without a doubt that my saucy step daughter was getting her boy toy's rocks off while staring at me. It was then I felt myself getting excited at the thought of Sonya fondling me. Shaking my head vigorously I got a hold of myself and honked the horn. She pulled the mutant off of her and walked away, coming towards me. The way she sauntered over to the car made me feel hot and honestly pretty bothered. Why was I thinking of her this way now? I never looked at her before. She's Sonya; my wife's annoying, opinionated, bossy daughter. So why was I seeing this lustrous, devious vixen coming my way? My thoughts scattered the moment the passenger side door opened and she sat down.

"Jesus Christ Jake! Why is it so fucking hot in here?" She barked.

"Sorry the air conditioning got a bit cold." I retorted.

"Well turn it back on I'm getting all slick and sticky." She ordered, pulling her long auburn hair off the back of her neck.

Christ what a choice of words and with the way she was showing off the back of her neck with a few beads of sweat rolling down I was not about to object. I could feel my dick start to get erect as my mind wandered off to less honorable things. I quickly reached over and blasted the ac; hopefully the cold air would do me some good. 

A few minutes later while driving down the highway towards the mall, the cold air did me some good but that's not all it did. As I glanced over to my brooding "child" I couldn't help but notice Sonya's erect nipples! There they were just poking out pressing hard against the flimsy cloth that made her tube top. I couldn't believe she wasn't wearing a bra. I had half a mind to quickly turn off the ac and save her some dignity mind you though, only half.

"Cold?" I teased, as I nudged her elbow.

However her reaction wasn't quite the one I was expecting. She turned her head towards me with a smirk gracing her lips when she quipped, "Are you?"

Mortified, I definitely didn't want to look down and see my raging erection to validate what my step daughter meant. So instead I just gripped the wheel, desperately looking for a rest stop to pull over and put some space in between us and hopefully a bathroom.

"Oh come now, did I embarrass you?" She giggled, "I thought you were the one trying to embarrass me."

I shouldn't have looked at her when I did but something in her voice just told me too and I immediately regretted it afterwards. There sitting in my front seat was a topless and quite supple young woman. 

"I'm going to hell." I stammered as I quickly swerved back onto the road. Sonya just giggled as the car fishtailed on the highway, clearly aware of the effect she was having on me. 

"Count me in then, saints are boring." She whispered into my ear before she took my earlobe into her mouth.

"Christ Sonya! Do you want me to get into an accident?" I yelled, wrenching my head away from her mouth. "And put your shirt back on."

"What crawled up your ass?" She huffed as she threw herself back on to her seat.

"For fuck's sake will you let me drive?" I hollered, trying my best to focus on the road.

"You don't look like you want to drive; you look like you want to fuck." She purred while twirling a piece of her hair.

"Real mature Sonya." I scoffed.

"At least one of us is!" She screeched sitting straight up. "Will you stop being a fucking pussy and look at me? I'm not a kid anymore! I'm 19!"

The next thing I knew she yanked the steering wheel out of my hand, forcing me to quickly slam on the breaks as a cacophony of horns honked at our reckless driving. Before I could scold her I felt the weight of her body press on top of mine as she locked her lips with mine. Her tongue forcefully pushed past my lips and explored every facet that she desired. I honestly knew better but the fact that I had a horny teenager straddling me in my car begging to be fucked, well that just seemed like the better option. 

Sonya's POV

Let's just get one thing straight before you all start making your opinions about me. I'm not a troubled teenage brat with daddy issues. I have a dad and quite frankly if you saw him you would be surprised too if your mom ended up bringing home her new husband and he looked like Jake. Jake is young, hot and the complete opposite of my mom. I knew from the moment he walked into our living room that I had to have him. When my mom asked him to pick me up that morning it was the perfect opportunity for me to make my move. One way or the other I always get what I want.

"What's the matter Jake?" I teased, biting his lip playfully. "Can't get it up?"

Glaring intensely at me Jake crushed his lips on mine while he thrust his groin against my pelvis. God his cock felt good. I could feel the heat and the pulsating throb through our clothes. This wasn't a time for romance or fore play. A tight confined space in public is all you need for a good dirty fuck and that is exactly what I was going to get. I took that action for me to get busy so I made quick work with his zipper; the man never did like belts, and pulled them down as far as I could. Like I said it was a pretty tight space, so I did the best I could. No matter, I quickly found his bright red, erect cock leaking with pre cum, and I had to have it in me. Lucky for me a bra wasn't the only thing I "accidently" forgot to put on. Pushing my mini skirt up my waist, I led his thick dick toward my horny slit and teased the entrance, lining my lips with his pre cum. Tired of waiting I pushed in the tip and slammed the rest of him inside of me. A crescendo of groans emerged from both of us as my wet cunt engulfed the entire length of his cock. Slowly pulling myself off of him I pushed right back down, once I could feel the tip almost coming out. Repeating this motion I started to fuck him faster and faster until I'm pretty sure I could feel the car start to rock.

"God Damn it!" he moaned, while guiding my hips. "Your pussy is so tight and wet!"

"You like the way I fuck you?" I smirked, as I continued to hump him. "The way my tight pink pussy feels around your huge fucking cock."

"Oh God yes!" He groaned.

After a good sweaty build up and some great impromptu sex I could feel Jake starting to come to his climax and I wouldn't be much farther behind him but something was just eating me up inside and I knew I wouldn't enjoy this the way I should have unless I said something. 

Slowing down a bit and rotating my hips more, I kept a constant pace to keep us going but not enough for him to climax, "Does my mother fuck you like this?"

Jake's POV

Why did she have to ask that? I mean here we are in the middle of completely inappropriate mind blowing sex and she goes and says something like that. Right then and there I should have stopped but I wasn't about to have blue balls on the fucking high way because shit just got real. Quickly laying down the seat and flipping her over, I resumed our frantic pace and rammed my cock in and out her cunt, slamming it to the hilt each and every time. I don't know why I got so aggressive but something about what she said and how she looked just made me want her to realize she doesn't call the shots or hold any cards. I might have been hurting her with how hard I was fucking her but I just didn't care at that moment.

Sonya's POV

To say the least I didn't expect Jake to say anything but I didn't expect him to do what he did either. I was taken by surprise when he flipped me over and continued to fuck my brains out but I think I was more surprised by how hard he was doing it. It felt like the inside of my vagina was bruising and under the all the raw pain and anger I felt a sick sense of pleasure building in my chest. Before I could say anything Jake clamped his hand over my mouth and changed his pace to a slow and almost sensual pace, melting away any pain that was there.

"I'm going to talk and you are going to listen." He instructed, looking straight at me. Since I couldn't say anything I just nodded. "You are a beautiful girl inside and out and I think the moment you see that you'll stop treating men like toys and instead more like human beings."

I don't know what he did but when he thrusted again I felt my orgasm take over completely. Waves of pleasure crashed over as the intense pressure in my chest was released. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open while riding his continuing thrusts out but I could have sworn I saw him smiling. Soon afterwards Jake had his climax, hunched over me, breathing hard on my neck. I gripped his shoulder tightly, not wanting even a little bit of space to get in between. But sooner or later it had to be over and after getting settled back into the car and arriving at the mall I was ready to get out when Jake grabbed my arm.

"Your mother and you are very different, can't really say either way which one of you fucks better but I'd certainly be willing to test it out."

Huh? Now that I think about it, maybe I do have daddy issues.



Driving Lessons



Riding the bus home from school, Amanda looked out the rain-streaked window. "It's not raining too hard," she thought to herself, "maybe Mike won't cancel out on me." 

Mike was Amanda's older brother and the person who would be giving her driving lessons. He was volunteered for the position by their parents and although he was soon to be 19 and getting ready to graduate, he didn't really protest much. Mike and Amanda had learned early to help each other out as their parents had high-pressure jobs, their mother was a lawyer with a well-known firm and their father was a pediatrician. They both worked long hours and rarely came home without briefcases full of files, cases or the latest information to review so they could keep current with their careers. Their busy careers was probably the reason why they had the children so close together – there was only 10 months separating Mike and Amanda's birthdays.

Both kids had inherited their mother's dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. Amanda took after the women on their father's side of the family with rich luscious curves that had the boys drooling after her since the 6th grade, which is when her parents enrolled her in a private all girls' school. Mike on the other hand was more like their mother's side of the family. He had the long, lean graceful body of a runner with large hands perfect for catching a football. His talent on the football field had earned him the title as captain of the team and a scholarship to the State University. There were only a few months left before he moved out of the house and into a dorm room on campus.

"I'm gonna miss the big lug," Amanda thought as she jumped off the bus and ran toward the house, her book bag bouncing against her lower back and bottom as she ran. 

The wind pushed the door back as Amanda opened it, causing it to slam into the wall with a loud band. Wincing, Amanda pulled the door shut and inspected the wall for any damage from the doorknob. Sighing with relief that there was none, she wandered toward the living room expecting to find Mike in there. Tossing her book bag on the couch, Amanda headed into the kitchen calling his name. 

"That's strange," she thought. "His car is parked out front, I wonder where he can be." Amanda quickly searched the lower rooms before bounding up the stairs to the family's bedrooms, her pleated short skirt flouncing around her upper thighs so that anyone walking behind her would have had a clear glimpse of her panties. The white cotton making a startling contrast to her lightly tanned, firm legs. 

As she reached the landing, she called out "Hey, Mike? Are you up here?" Although she had just turned 18 herself, she had to admit that she was becoming frightened at not being able to find her brother. Her voice was almost timid as she continued to quietly call his name. Slowly she edged down the hall towards Mike's bedroom door, careful to keep her back against the wall as if to protect herself from someone else in the house. 

When Amanda reached the closed door to Mike's bedroom, she raised her hand to knock and noticed her hand was trembling. "I'm such a sissy! What am I going to do when Mike's at college and I'm coming home alone everyday?" she thought. Her little pep talk seemed to work, at least her hand didn't appear to be shaking anymore as she curled it into a fist and knocked on the door. Trying to make her voice sound teasing, Amanda called out, "You so afraid to see me behind the wheel of your car that you are hiding from me, huh?" as she knocked. 

"Shit!" Mike groaned when he finally heard his sister's voice. He glanced down at his hard-on that was rapidly shrinking in his hand. Ever since Lisa dumped him last month because he wouldn't give her a promise ring before going off to college, Mike had been doing without sexually. He wasn't ready to settle down with just one girl, thinking they were both too young to be making that step. Still it wasn't fair that she cut him off like this! Mike had thought that he would be making the most of his few remaining weeks with Lisa but instead she was hanging up whenever he called her. Today, he had finally had enough and settled in his room with the latest erotic magazine only to be interrupted by his kid sister. Damn, he couldn't wait to get into a dorm where he would have more privacy! 

"Just a second," he called out, knowing it would do no good to try to return to the pictorial he had been looking at. Closing the magazine, Mike sat up on the bed and was reaching for a towel to wipe off the lotion he had smeared liberally on his cock and hand when his door flew open. 

Amanda gasped when she caught a glimpse of Mike sitting naked on his bed. She hadn't ever seen him without at least boxers on and that had been years ago. She stared at his lean body, lightly sprinkled with hair before her gaze traveled down his stomach to the glistening cock between his legs. Of course, having never seen one before, Amanda had no idea it looked that way because of the lotion Mike had been using. 

"Jeeze, Mandy," Mike yelled as he quickly grabbed the towel and dropped it in his lap. "Get out of here! I didn't say you could come in!"

Stuttering an apology, Amanda reached into the room to grasp the doorknob and pulled it shut. Amanda stood staring at the door for a few seconds but that was not what she was actually seeing, she was picturing the way her brother looked when the door first opened. She started getting a strange feeling in her stomach and she leaned her forehead against Mike's door for a minute. She felt hot and shaky, like her legs might not hold her up if she tried to walk away so she just continued to rest against the door. 

In his room, Mike quickly wiped the lotion off his hand with the towel but when he tried to wipe it off his dick, he started remembering the way Amanda looked at him. Instead of remaining soft, Mike's dick was getting harder as he thought about his little sister seeing him naked. "Oh God, not now," Mike told himself as he pulled the zipper of his pants up over the bulge of his growing cock. 

Pulling a shirt over his head, Mike walked rapidly toward his bedroom door, anxious to get this driving lesson over so he could return to his room. When Mike pulled open the door, Amanda stumbled and fell against him because she had still been leaning against his door. Lost in her own world, she had not heard him moving toward to the door and was taken by surprise when it opened so quickly. Instinctively, Mike wrapped his arms around his sister as she fell against his chest and he could feel her body trembling. His hands began rubbing a circular pattern on her back to soothe her and he whispered, "Are you, OK?" into her hair. 

"Y-y-yes," Amanda stuttered as she tried to will away the trembling in her body. Pushing her hands against his stomach, she gently broke free from his embrace and backed up. Trying to smile reassuringly at him, Amanda said, "What about our lesson?"

Mike stared at her for a moment longer, then turned back to his dresser. Picking up his wallet and keys, he smiled back at her. "Let's go."

Lightly holding onto the banister, Amanda bounced down the steps with Mike closely behind her. He was fascinated with the way the skirt danced around her legs and had to restrain himself from lifting the hem to be able to see what she was wearing underneath it. "Oh man," he silently chastised himself, "this is so sick! She's my sister for crying out loud!" His cock was past the point of listening to his mind however and continued to throb painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

When they reached the door, Mike opened it and saw that it was still raining. Planning on seizing that as an excuse to cancel the lesson, Mike turned to Mandy but the hopeful and excited look on her face caused the words to die in his throat. Resigning himself to his promise and at least another hour or two before he could escape to his room, Mike wrapped his hand around Mandy's and they raced for his car. Amanda barely had time to pull the door shut behind her before Mike was dragging her down the steps and into the driveway. 

Once they were both inside the car, Mike leaned over the ignition to put the key in and joked, "I'm sure you know how to do this much." He glanced over at Amanda with a teasing smile on his face but felt it freeze when he looked into her face. Although it was not raining hard, her shirt was wet enough from both of her trips into the rain that her bra was visible and raindrops had collected on her eyelashes. She was grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning at the excitement she felt because she was finally going to be able to handle a car on her own. "My God," Mike thought, "she's beautiful!" Somehow he had never looked at Amanda as a woman or even as a girl. She had always been Mandy, his cute little sister when she was brought home from the hospital and then the annoying tagalong he was forced to take with him everywhere.

The windows were fogging over because of their wet, warm bodies and Mike reached over to turn on the defroster. As the warm air began circulating through the car, it carried the lightly musky and floral scent of Amanda's perfume. Mike's cock began twitching and he bit the inside of his cheek in hopes that the pain would override the pleasure.

"It's too hot in here, Mike," Amanda complained as she reached for the heat controls. She switched the heater off and rolled her window down some but the rain kept coming in on her so she was forced to close it again. Instead, Mandy turned on the air conditioner to combat the stuffiness of the car. 

Mike had the steering wheel in a death grip rather than in the usual relaxed and easy manner he normally had. Amanda noticed his knuckles were actually white on the wheel and he was driving much faster than normal as he took them out into the country where there would be less traffic for her to have to deal with. 

With the cool air from the vents blowing around the car, Amanda's nipples became hard and pressed against the fabric of her bra and shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike watched, as they grew clearly visible even through the layers. He had bitten his cheek hard enough to actually draw blood but even that wasn't enough to deter his raging hard-on. The cool air combined with the damp clothes raised goose bumps on his flesh but Amanda seemed indifferent to the cold.

Finally, Mike reached a spot where he could pull the car off the side of the road to let Amanda drive. He pulled over but realized how uncomfortable it would be to walk around the car. He silently cursed himself for not having slipped on a pair of boxers under his blue jeans as he turned off the car. Mike unbuckled and raised the armrest that divided the front seat before sliding in the middle spot. "Your turn to drive, sis," he told her. 

The rain was falling lighter now but still coming down. "My clothes just started drying," Amanda pouted. "I don't want them to get all wet again." With that, Amanda lifted herself up and slid across Mike's lap. The feeling of her firm, round ass pressing against his cock made him groan out loud before she grabbed hold of the steering wheel and plopped into the driver's seat. 

Turning, she pulled the seatbelt over her and reached down to fasten it in place. She was surprised to find Mike still sitting in the middle, his head leaned back and his eyes closed. "Are you OK, Mike? You look like you might be getting sick."

"Um, no. I'm OK," Mike managed to say. "I'm just going to stay here so I can take the wheel if you need me to."

"OK, but you have to buckle up," Amanda said as she turned over the engine with a grin. 

The car was quiet for a few minutes as Amanda adjusted the seat and mirrors to fit her. Turning on her blinker, she glanced over her shoulder before pulling the car back onto the road. Unfortunately, she was a little too eager and the car jerked when she stomped on the gas pedal. 

"Careful," Mike yelled as his head was snapped forward.

"Sorry," Mandy sheepishly told him with a small smile. 

'She's not a bad driver,' Mike thought to himself as she easily brought the car up to speed and held it in her lane. He was pretty impressed at how easily she handled the car for her first time after that first SNAFU. 

The road they were traveling was in the country, paved but with little traffic and fairly straight so Mike decided to teach his sister about the cruise control. It might not be something she used often because most of her driving would most likely be back and forth to school but he wanted to make sure she understood it for when she was doing freeway driving. Of course, with the cruise set, she wouldn't need her legs for driving either. 

"Do you see a little switch on your turn signal lever?" Mike asked her.

Amanda glanced down quickly down at the lever before returning her eyes to the road. "Yes."

"Good. Hold the car at 55 and reach down to switch the button to the 'on' position."

"How can I do that when I'm driving?" Amanda asked him. She might look relaxed and in control but she was terrified to take her hands off the wheel. She was holding them in the proper 10 and 2 positions.

"Slide your right hand over to the noon spot. Then let your left hand slip down the wheel and flip the switch," Mike instructed her. 

Cautiously, Amanda moved her right hand up to the top of the steering wheel. Once she had it in place, she loosened the grip of her left hand and let it slide down the wheel until she reached the lever. Quickly, she glanced at the lever again before pushing the switch over to turn on the cruise control. 

"OK," she said, "Now what?"

Mike's attention had wandered as he watched Amanda's trembling fingers slip down the steering wheel to the turn signal lever, almost as if she were caressing it. He wanted to feel her fingers trail over his body just like that.

Clearing his throat, Mike replied, "At the end of the lever is a button you need to push in. Then the cruise is all set and you won't need to press on the gas pedal anymore. The only time you will need your feet is to work the brakes but you can also slow down the car by flipping the cruise switch back to off."

Amanda set the cruise and pulled her right leg up away from the pedals. It was strange to think the car could operate without her. 

"This is weird. I don't know what to do with my legs now."

"The cruise is mostly used during long trips on the expressway. You keep up with traffic but it gives you the chance to stretch out your legs, move them around a little to keep you from getting tired. As long as you are careful, you can even move around in your seat a little to try to get more comfortable," Mike explained. "Just don't jerk on the steering wheel when you are moving around."

Amanda laughed. "Well, I would stretch out my legs but someone's big feet are in my way!"

"I'm not moving over. Just put your leg over mine to stretch it," Mike answered her. 

Soon Amanda's leg was up onto of Mike's and his hands were resting on her thigh. Her skirt had lifted to the point he could almost see her panties and the thought was driving him wild. Without even realizing it, his hands had begun to knead the muscles in his sister's thigh. Starting at the knee his fingers lightly probed and massaged her before sliding higher up her leg. 

Amanda was very much aware of his hands on her leg though. She could feel her body getting hot just like when she found him naked in his bedroom. The heat seemed to radiate from her stomach out, then pool in her breasts and between her legs. Her breasts felt like they were swelling, getting heavier and she could feel her nipples tightening. She could feel her panties getting wet as her pussy started getting hotter too, just like when she would lay in bed and touch herself until she had to turn over to bite her pillow to keep from crying out.

"Uh, Mike" Amanda stammered. "It's kinda hard to concentrate on the road when you are doing that."

"Oh, sorry, Sis," Mike apologized. "I wasn't even paying attention to what I was doing."

Mike's hands stopped moving up Amanda's leg and just rested on it. He had to curl his fingers to keep from touching her warm, soft skin. Slowly Amanda pulled her leg out of underneath his hands and returned it under the dashboard where it belonged. Her leg felt cold now though without the heat from his large hands warming it.

"At the bottom of this hill is a stop sign," Mike warned her. "You should turn the cruise off now so you can stop the car."

More confident now on how to use the cruise control, Amanda's hand released the wheel and reached down to turn off the cruise. As they crested the hill, Amanda's foot slid over to press on the brakes, slowing the car. After coming to a perfect stop, she turned to Mike and said, "Now where? Mom and Dad aren't going to be home yet and I want to keep driving"

Not too far from where they were was the place Mike would take Lisa to park when they couldn't use either of their houses. Looking at his sister's beautiful face, her eyes bright and shiny with excitement, Mike wanted nothing more than to take her there.

"You want to see where Lisa and I used to hang out?" he asked her. "It's just a turn off into the woods but it's pretty and quiet."

"Sure," Amanda said with a grin. "I always wondered where you two disappeared to. You can show me what's so interesting back there."

She had no idea how badly he wanted to show her exactly what he and Lisa found so interesting! "Turn left," Mike instructed her while his mind raced to come with ideas on how to show her without scaring her.

"Right after this bridge, turn left again," Mike told her. "It's nothing but a dirt path but it widens out in a little bit. Just be sure to hold the wheel steady so you don't scratch up my car."

Soon, they were in a small clearing with a small creek running in front of the car. Amanda put the car in Park and turned off the engine as she looked around. The trees surrounding the clearing gave a feeling of being cut off from the rest of the world and the sounds of the creek gently playing over the stones made a soothing noise.

"So, what do you do back here anyway?" Amanda asked as she turned to face Mike again.

"Well, sometimes we would walk in the woods. Or skip stones in the creek. Other times we would just sit in the car and talk or make out," Mike answered her.

"It's raining today so I don't want to get out. I guess we are stuck talking then," Amanda told him as she took off her seatbelt so she could turn in her seat to face him. "What did you two talk about?"

"School, parents, us. Just typical teenage stuff, I guess," Mike said.

"Why aren't you two together anymore?" Amanda questioned him.

"It's stupid, really. Lisa won't graduate for another year and is afraid that I will find a college girl. She wanted a promise ring from me, to show that we would get married after I finish college. That's 4 years away! I can't see myself staying with her or any girl for that long," Mike explained.

"Oh, that is pretty dumb," Amanda agreed. She tried to pull her legs up and turn so that her back was against her door but with her short skirt on that was impossible unless she was flashing her panties at her brother. Instead she leaned her back against the door and put her legs across Mike's lap. Mike dropped his hands down on Amanda's legs and began massaging the muscles in her calves.

"What else did you guys do?" Amanda questioned him.

"Sometimes we would go sit by the creek and dangle our feet in it so the cool water washed over them," Mike said. "Then I would massage Lisa's feet to warm them back up."

Amanda laughed. "Massage her feet?" she giggled incredulously. "I can't believe she liked that."

"She always said it helped her relax, that it felt good," Mike said defensively.




Driving Lessons



"I'm too ticklish," Amanda stated. "It would drive me nuts and I would probably wind up kicking you or something."

"No it wouldn't," Mike said. "Lisa had ticklish feet too but she never laughed when I massaged her feet. Here, I'll show you." Mike untied one of her shoes and slipped the sock off her foot. Using his thumbs on the bottom of her foot, Mike walked his fingers over the top. His thumbs pressed against the arch rubbing in a circular pattern and his fingers followed the same pattern across the top of her foot. Turning his hands to bring his fingers down to the bottom, he lightly caressed the sole of her foot until it arched.

"Oh, that does feel good," she murmured in surprise as his fingers slipped over her toes. The tip of his finger separated her toes so he could caress the spaces between. She leaned her head back against the window and closed her eyes, surrendering herself to her first foot massage. 

Mike watched as his fingers caressed her delicate foot, the high arch of her sole; the bones felt so fragile under his strong hands. Whenever he touched a sensitive spot on her foot, her back would arch so slightly and her toes would flex. Amanda dropped her other leg back down so her foot was on the floor. Every time her back arched, her thighs would open and Mike would catch a glimpse of her panties as her skirt slid higher up her legs. 

As Mike's fingers skimmed over her foot, Amanda relaxed against the door. It didn't exactly tickle when Mike massaged her foot, at least not in a way that made Amanda want to laugh. It tickled slightly but at the same time it felt so good, she didn't want him to stop. When his fingers caressed her arch and then up to her ankle, she couldn't help but moan softly as her back arched. 

The sight of his little sister, her head leaned back against the window, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open was driving Mike insane. Her heel was resting against his balls, pressing against them whenever she flexed her foot. Watching her, he once again trailed his fingertips over her arch. When she moaned so softly he almost missed hearing it, he couldn't resist allowing his hand to drift further up her leg. Moving so slowly so as not to frighten her, he watched as his fingers slipped up her calf to the back of her knee. 

Gently his fingers tickled the sensitive spot behind her knee. Amanda shifted her foot slightly so the arch was now pressed against his throbbing cock. She was amazed at how hard and big it felt underneath his jeans. A small smile flitted across her mouth when she felt his hips lift to press back against her foot. His hand continued up her leg, running up the inside of her thigh and it seemed as if he moved slower the higher he climbed to tease her. 

Through half open eyes, Amanda watched his face as she began to rock her foot against his cock. She was rewarded to hear him groan and see his eyes close briefly before opening back up to watch his hand travel under the edge of her skirt. The expression on his face was so soft and vulnerable when she touched him and she could see the desire in his eyes when they turned back to her. 

Now it was Amanda's turn to catch her breath for his hand had reached her panties. She could feel his smallest finger pressed against her pussy; the hard joint closest to his palm tight against her clit and the tip of the finger just barely reaching the opening. Teasingly, Mike pressed harder against her and then pulled his hand slightly away. Again and again Mike would flex his hand to push against her before withdrawing. It turned him on to watch Amanda catch her lower lip between her teeth in an effort to hold back her moans of delight. 

Amanda soon caught on to his method though. Whenever she would lift her hips to press back against his hand, Mike would pull away from her. Amanda struggled against her body's natural instincts to rise up to meet him so that he would prolong the contact. She also learned that two could play at this teasing game and began to curl her toes around his cock. When she would squeeze him, Mike would press harder against her. 

Both of the teens were breathing harder and faster now and the windows were fogging up, creating a soft, hazy world for the two of them. The rules, demands and expectations of the world fell away leaving them caught in a moment where they answered only to their bodies' requirements. 

When Amanda's toes curled around the head of his cock, Mike's body shuddered and his moan was louder this time. His hips rose up to press deeper into her grip and he finally allowed his entire hand to rest against her pussy. Even through the cloth of her panties, he could feel how hot and wet she had become from their teasing. His fingers stroked the entrance of her pussy and her thighs closed briefly to hold him tightly against her. He could feel the precum leaking from the tip of his swollen cock and his jeans were uncomfortably rough against him.

Keeping his hand softly stroking Amanda's slit, Mike reached down to unfasten the button on his pants. Amanda wriggled her foot against him as he lowered his zipper and she felt the heat of his hard cock against her sole. They both moaned as her foot slide up the length of him and over the slippery mushroom-shaped head. 

Easing aside the edge of her panties, Mike slipped his fingers underneath the now damp material and against the outer lips of her pussy. The smell of Amanda's pussy seemed to explode in the air around him as he shifted her panties away from her. Amanda gasped when his fingers found the hard little nub of her clit and her thighs squeezed his arm. 

Slowly, Mike's fingers caressed Amanda's clit. Her foot rubbing against his cock and her hands grasping his arm as her body rocked against his hand. Her breath was coming faster and harder as he pushed her closer to an orgasm. He could feel her body trembling and began rubbing faster, his eyes glued to her face so he could watch the expressions. Her eyes open wide but Mike knew they were not seeing anything, at least not anything in the car and her hands gripped his arm even tighter. Amanda's toes curled against his cock, her body stiffened before her hips began slamming up and down between the car seat and Mike's hand. Her mouth opened in a wordless cry as her eyes closed. 

Finally, her body relaxed and Amanda's eyes opened to see Mike watching her. Leaning in closer, he kissed her; his tongue probing her mouth while his fingers drifted down to play in the new juices leaking from her pussy. Slowly and tenderly, he slipped a finger inside her and captured her moan with his mouth. She was so hot and tight, the muscles of her pussy slowly pulsing around his finger almost as if to push the intruder out. 

With his other hand, Mike took her foot off his throbbing cock and placed her leg on the seat so that he could stand between her thighs on his knees to watch his finger slide in and out of her cunt. Gently he pulled his finger out until only the tip was still buried between the swollen lips of her pussy before slipping it back inside her, using the pad at the base of his thumb to grind against her clit before pulling back again. Amanda's legs drew up towards her chest, opening herself even wider for his touch, pulling him in deeper. 

His finger glistened with her cum every time he pulled it out of her and she smelled so sweet. As he pushed deeper inside of her, Amanda's hips rose to welcome him and her hands pulled at his arm, wordlessly asking for more. The smell of her pussy was driving Mike wild, hearing her soft whimpers and moans as he finger fucked her. Suddenly he pulled his hand away from her, ignoring her groan of protest and her clutching hands that tried to return his fingers to her. She opened her eyes in time to see her brother greedily sucking his finger into his mouth. The taste of her exploded on his tongue, sweet and musky at the same time. His tongue curled around his own finger, softly stroking it and licking it clean. Quickly he slid his knees off the seat and onto the floor. Almost as if he was in a trance, he leaned towards her intent on her beautiful pussy in front of him. 

Amanda watched as her brother sucked his finger clean and then slid off the seat. She could feel his warm breath across her thighs as he leaned in closer. She had heard stories about this but had never thought she would experience anything like it with her own brother! All she knew was that she couldn't wait to feel his mouth against her and she arched her hips up to meet him. She groaned deep in her throat as the tip of his tongue flitted across her hard clit and her hands cupped the back of his head, holding him in place as her hips began to rock against her brother's face.

Mike's tongue began to seek out that delicious taste, the tip slowly traveling from her clit down, tracing over her swollen lips before finally resting at the entrance of her pussy. He tried to push his tongue inside her and felt her body jerk away in surprise so he reached around and grabbed hold of her hips, forcing her to lie still. Mike wiggled his tongue against the opening again, probing deeper inside her this time and feeling her pussy squeezing his tongue, just like it had with his finger. He was so intent on tongue fucking his little sister that he almost didn't feel her hands grabbing at his hair or hear her scream his name. 

Amanda's hips began rolling against Mike's face and even with his firm grip on her hips he couldn't hold her still. His tongue felt so good inside her and Amanda's hands were on the back of his head, trying to push him deeper inside her. Every time she rolled her hips, his nose bumped against her clit and it was almost as if an electrical current jolted through her body. Just below her belly button, she began to get a heavy, tingling feeling as if a water balloon was being filled with something warm and moving lower and lower within her body. Her pussy was becoming tighter and her body was shaking as her brother continued to lap away. Suddenly it felt as if Mike's tongue had popped the 'balloon'. Amanda screamed as her pussy throbbed around his tongue and her cum flooded over his face faster than his tongue could keep up. Her thighs clamped around his head and back holding him in place as her orgasm ripped through her body. 

Slowly her legs relaxed until they were just dead weights on Mike's back rather than holding him in a death grip as they had been just seconds before but still he stayed where his was. Now his tongue was gently cleaning her, scooping up her cum before it had the chance to roll down between the cheeks of her ass onto the car seat. Every few seconds the muscles in her pussy would seize up again, pushing more of her hot cream from her body. Finally Mike moved away from her, kissing his way down her thighs until he was sitting up as much as he could on the floor of the car. 

Gazing up at Amanda's face, Mike thought he had never seen a more beautiful girl. Her face was flushed with a faint sheen of sweat dotting her upper lip and forehead. Her thick hair looked as if she had just gotten out of bed and even half closed, her eyes seemed to hold a fire that burned right through him. He could clearly see her nipples standing out from her firm breasts and her legs were still splayed allowing him a clear view of the glistening depths of her body. Mike licked his lips and tasted her again.

Amanda watched Mike's tongue caress his lips and saw the look on his face as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. She knew he was tasting her pussy and suddenly she wanted to taste herself too. Her hands pulled on his shoulders as she tried to sit up to kiss him. Amanda's tongue flicked over Mike's lips, collecting her own taste before she sucked his tongue into her mouth, caressing it to coax all of her taste into her own. Her tongue danced over his teeth and against his cheeks, seeking out all the places the taste of her cum was hiding in his mouth as Mike pressed against her. Amanda lay back against the seat and door, pulling Mike with her. Both of their bodies jumped when the head of his cock brushed against her pussy and their kiss broke. 

More than anything Mike wanted to be inside her as his cock throbbing, rubbing against her. He used his hand to place the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy before using his thumb to rub her clit. The desire was plain on her face and in the way her body was pushing against his cock but Mike wanted to hear her tell him how much she wanted him, needed to hear that she needed this as badly as he did and that he wasn't forcing her into anything. 

As his thumb continued stroking the hard nub of her clit, Mike whispered, "What to do you want, Mandy?"

"You," Amanda whispered back as she lifted her head to kiss him, her hands gripping his hips and trying to pull him inside her. 

Mike held himself away from her, not allowing his cock to sink into her where he desperately wanted it. He didn't want this to be something she regretted later and as difficult as it was, he needed to be sure. Breaking their kiss once more, he kissed his way across her jaw and to her ear. He could feel her pussy tightening around the head of his cock, his thumb still teasing her clit. "What do you want from me?" he asked. 

"Fuck me, Mike. Please fuck me," Amanda cried out, arching against him.

That was exactly what he had been waiting to hear, his little sister begging him. He began rubbing her clit even faster, knowing it would be easier on her if he entered her while she was cumming. His head tipped down and he started sucking on her nipples through her shirt. "Take it off," Mike commanded when Amanda groaned. As she sat up to pull the shirt over her head, her lacy white bra came into view Mike groaned and began nibbling on his sister's nipples. Amanda tossed her shirt to the floor and slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders to free her tits. When her nipples came into view, Mike began sucking and tugging on one like a starved infant and Amanda groaned in pleasure. 

One of Amanda's hands clasped the back of her brother's head, holding him in place as he sucked and tongued one nipple then the other. Her other hand stroked his arm and back. She could feel the heat building deep inside her again as her arms wrapped around her brother's back and her hands pulled at his shirt. 

Mike could feel her pussy gripping his cock; could hear his baby sister moaning his name and knew that soon he would be buried deep inside her. He closed his teeth around her nipple and tugged on it. Her entire body stiffened and she cried out in pleasure as her pussy began to throb around him. He slammed his entire cock into her quivering cunt and heard her scream again but he was almost beyond caring. All he could think of was that he was fucking his sister. 

Amanda's whole world felt as if it had tilted. First she was feeling the incredible pleasure her brother had given her several times already but suddenly it had been replaced by a horrid pain as if she was being tore apart. All of her muscles were tightened against the pain and it became even worse when Mike began to move inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him in an attempt to hold him still as she whimpered, "No, please don't. It hurts so bad, Mike."

Mike knew there was no way he could stop now, not with her hot, tight cunt still quivering around him. Thinking quickly, he slipped one hand down between their bodies and began to massage her clit, holding himself still. Mandy's nails were dug into his back but slowly her grip was loosening and her hands began running up and down. Every time her hips undulated against him, she would gasp in pain at the thickness still buried inside her but he could also feel how much wetter she was getting. Soon her gasps were ones of pleasure and her hands were once more pulling at him. 

Mandy was saying "Please...." over and over again as her hips rocked against him. Slowly Mike pulled his cock out until only the head was still between her swollen lips before he gentled eased his way back inside her. Now she was lifting herself off the seat to meet his gentle thrusts. He could feel her pussy tightening, getting hotter and knew she was going to cum again soon. 

Mike sat up on his knees as well as he could in the cramped car and pulled her legs up higher. Mandy's arms could no longer wrap around his back to anchor him to her, she tried to wrap them around his hips but every time he pulled back, her hands would loose any contact with him and fall between her own thighs. Mike grabbed hold of one of her wrists and kept it pinned between her legs, rubbing her clit with her own fingers until he was no longer moving her hand but she was. 

The sight of his little sister touching herself, lifting her hips up to meet his thrusts was more than Mike could take. Her hips lifting towards him made her pussy tighten even more. He started fucking her harder, faster. He knew he couldn't last much longer before he exploded into her tight pussy. Soon he was chanting, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Mandy." 

Amanda could almost feel her brother's cock growing harder and thicker inside her. Her fingers, slippery from her own cum, danced against her clit. That funny feeling was back, low in her stomach, but now she knew it was because she was going to cum again. She began pushing back against his cock harder, taken him even deeper. 

Mike's body tensed just before Amanda felt the first splash of his hot cum deep inside her pussy. He no longer moved against her as his cock throbbed inside her but her hips rose and fell anyway, driving her to another orgasm just as what seemed like gallons of cum shot out of his cock to drench her pussy even more. Amanda couldn't stop herself from fucking Mike as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy milked his cock and her cry of pleasure all but drowned out his own. 

They stayed locked together for what seemed like forever. Small aftershocks sparking in both of them, causing Mike's cock to jerk inside Mandy and her pussy muscles to ripple around his softening cock. Amanda could feel their combined juices running out of her pussy, down the crack of her ass and onto the seat beneath her. As Mike's cock softened and began to slip out of her, Mandy issued a low moan and lifted her hips to him in an effort to keep him inside her. 

Within moments, they were no longer joined together and as Mike pulled himself away from his sister, he looked down at her pussy. He could see the cum leaking out of her, tinged a light pink from the loss of her virginity. Moving her leg, Mike sat back in the passenger's seat and pulled her until she was sitting up next to him. There he cradled her in his arms and stroked her back. The clearing around them grew quiet with only the faint noises of the insects droning in the air as the two drifted off to sleep, both looking forward to their next driving lesson. 



Driving Lessons



Lucy had taken her driving lessons a little later than most of her friends. She was eighteen and just about to go to university. That day was a sweltering day, the middle of a long, hot summer. Lucy was wearing as little as possible but was still sweating. She was shy and wasn't used to wearing short skirts and little tops but it was far too hot to be modest. The car was crawling through slow traffic in the high street when her instructor advised her to manoeuvre into the left lane and turn off. Lucy followed instructions and they found themselves on quieter roads.

"Nice to be out of that traffic, isn't it?" Her instructor, Ken, said. Lucy nodded and smiled and glanced over at him. It only took a glance to see that he was watching her carefully. Lucy was well aware that Ken enjoyed having young women as his students. 'Though it usually embarrassed her, today she found that she didn't care. He could watch, she knew that her young, lithe body looked good today.

They found a very quiet back street and Ken told her to execute a three point turn and then pull over, which Lucy did somewhat slowly but perfectly.

"Well done." Ken said and patted her on the thigh, leaving his hand there longer than needed. Whether it was the heat or not, Lucy would never be sure but she smiled at him, put her hand on his and squeezed. A look of pleasant surprise crossed Ken's face. Hesitantly he moved his fingers towards her inner thigh and began to stroke her leg. Lucy smiled again and made a purring noise in her throat. It felt good. Lucy's shyness, which had abandoned her for the moment, meant that she hadn't had much to do with boys. She wasn't a virgin any more but had only had awkward encounters with clumsy boys, as shy as she was. It was nice to feel an experienced man's hands on her. She took her own hand away as Ken's got closer to the hem of her skirt. His fingers began to explore underneath the fabric of her skirt, inching towards her most secret place.

"Are you alright?" Ken asked, softly.

"Yes!" Lucy breathed, willing his fingers to touch her where she was beginning to tingle. Ken watched as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers stroking her thigh. As his thumb stroked gently across her panties he heard her catch her breath and felt that she was already beginning to get wet. Lucy felt a tiny shock run through her even though it was only the lightest of touches to her groin. Ken again let his fingers lightly run over her panties, Lucy laughed softly at the electric sensation and ran her hands over her own breasts, noting that her nipples were solid and erect. Ken noticed as well. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt. Lucy opened her eyes and frowned. Ken was staring out the windscreen.

"Thank you, Miss Knowles. You can pull away now." Lucy, her hands shaking slightly did as she was asked. Ken's crisp directions took them to the edge of town. Lucy could feel her cheeks burning. She must have somehow upset him, or he didn't like her enough to do more. She felt certain she wouldn't have stopped him however far he wanted to go. She had been gagging for him to touch her everywhere, and she thought she had made that obvious, which made her feel like a horrible person but also had made her wetter than she'd ever been before.

By the time Ken told her to pull into a side road in Lillians Wood Lucy was beginning to believe that perhaps she'd imagined the whole thing, it was very hot and heat did funny things to your mind. Ken told her to turn the engine off, she did so and before the hum of the engine had even died down, Ken had ripped off his seat belt, plunged one hand under her skirt and the other under her top. Lucy yelped with surprise and then groaned with pleasure as his hand pulled and twisted her nipples while his other yanked her panties over her hips and threw them into the foot-well. Ken tugged her top up so he could see her young, firm breasts being massaged fiercely. He couldn't help himself but reached down and took one of her nipples between his teeth, pleased that she hissed at the pain and groaned at the pleasure all at the same time. Lucy pinned in her seat, couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this dirty little encounter.

"What would you like me to do, Miss Knowles?" Ken asked, his voice just as level and calm as it had been during her driving lesson, if slightly muffled by her breasts.

"Touch me." She panted.

"I am already touching you." He pointed out, tugging at her nipple to demonstrate.

"Touch me there." She requested.

"Tell me where." Ken told her, "Tell me precisely, Miss Knowles."

"Down there." His hand was already on her thigh again, but he refused to move it up. He wanted to hear a dirty word in that clean, innocent young mouth.

"Not enough. Ask nicely where you would like me to touch you." Ken instructed her.

"Please will you touch my fanny?" She asked, Ken's hand didn't move, "Please, sir, won't you touch my fanny?" She repeated, his hand still didn't move but he did begin to nibble at her tits again, "Please, touch my cunt. Please, touch it." She begged. And then his hand moved. She yelped again as his hand cradled her already wet pussy. His fingers stroked over her making her groan, then yelp again as he thrust his thumb inside her. Ken sat up and watched as she began to pant and whimper as he pulled his thumb in and out of her tight, wet hole. He retracted his thumb and slowly shoved three of his fingers inside her. She groaned again and her breathing began to quicken. This young woman was pressing her hips against his hand, wanting him to make her cum. It was what he'd always fantasised about. Lucy was moving her hips now, wanting his fingers inside her more and more as she moaned and writhed in her seat, still strapped in by her seat belt. She felt like a whore but she was so turned on by it and could feel a wave of hot energy building up from her groin and up through her body.

Ken could see she was close to orgasm and he didn't want her to, just yet. Here by the side of the road was a waste of this slim young body. He removed his fingers and heard her make a noise of disappointment in her throat.

"Not yet." He told her, "Soon." He clicked her seat belt and it slid over her body. He gave her a few seconds to recover as he unzipped his pants, releasing a stiff erection, "Now I don't know if you've ever done this before but I'd like you to suck my cock." She glanced at him.

"I haven't..." She said.

"That's alright. Take your time." He assured her as if he was asking her to parallel park. He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and urged her towards him. She didn't need much encouragement. Slightly bashfully at first she slipped her mouth over his dick sucking noisily. He kept his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her to slowly and gradually take more of him into her mouth. He was pleased to hear that after a while even she was beginning to groan and moan. Feeling this young, hot mouth around his penis was making him grunt and he realised that he was going to cum very soon. He guided her to slide up and down faster and faster, but instinct had taken over and she was already sucking and gobbling at his cock urgently. When the explosion began inside him he grabbed her neck and pulled her up cumming all over her face with a shout. He let her go and sat back, tucking himself in. She sat back too and went to wipe her face.

"No, Miss Knowles, I'd like you to stay like that for the moment. You can put your underwear back on though" She nodded, dropped her hand and wriggled back into her knickers, "Now, we're going to continue this somewhere else if that's okay with you?" Lucy nodded. Ken stepped out of the car and walked around the bonnet watching the eighteen year old watch him, he was old enough to be her father but he knew she wanted him to make her cum like thunder. He opened her door, "I'll drive." He told her. He watched as she stepped out, her long, tanned legs shaking slightly. He couldn't resist grabbing her as she straightened and locking his lips on to hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He reached around and grabbed her arse pulling her against him roughly and pressing harder against her mouth. When he let her go she was shaking even more, "Get in, then." She nodded, wordlessly and walked around the car.

He drove away as soon as she was in her seat. They drove in silence for a while, then Ken thought he should double check that he wasn't taking advantage of the girl.

"You know what's going to happen next, don't you, Miss Knowles?" He asked her.

"Yes." She replied.

"What's going to happen next?"

"Are you going to shag me?" Ken laughed softly, at her nervousness.

"Would you mind that?" She shook her head, "Are you a virgin?" She shook her head again, "Did you enjoy it before?" She shrugged. Ken remembered his first few sexual encounters, they hadn't been as erotic as he'd always envisioned, probably the same was true of Lucy, "Well, I've got good news for you, Miss Knowles." She raised her eyebrows questioningly, "I'm going to fuck you senseless." He laughed again as she blushed. It didn't take long until he was pulling into his driveway. He pressed the remote, opened the garage and drove inside. He wasn't keen for his neighbours to see him escort one of his students inside. He had no significant other to worry about but his neighbours would talk and he preferred to keep his business to himself. He turned off the engine, walked around the car and opened Lucy's door. He held out his hand to help her out, which she accepted bashfully.

"It's going to be fine." He assured her.

"I know." She agreed.

He led her into the house through the kitchen, offered her a glass of wine which she declined. He got as far as the hallway and couldn't restrain himself any longer. He pushed her up against the wall and shoved his tongue down her throat, running his hands over her, feeling her hips and breasts and stomach. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards so he could see her. He ran his finger down her cheek feeling his cum dried on her face.

"You dirty little girl." He whispered to her, "Cum on your face." She smiled, "Do you like being called a dirty little girl, Miss Knowles?" He asked.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Then I will treat you like one." He told her, then yanked her top over her head, releasing her tits and taking a moment to savour them before grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the stairs, she kicked off her sandals at the bottom step as he urged her up the stairs ahead of him. He stopped her halfway up them and told her to bend over. She did so and he lifted her skirt up over her back and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. With the girl on a higher step than he was, her rounded arse was at eye level. He grabbed it in both hands, enjoying the view then slapped her a few times, hearing her yelps and seeing wetness start to run down from her thighs.

"You want it don't you, Miss Knowles?"

"Yes." She replied, already panting with pleasure. Ken smiled, she was going to beg for it, he just knew it. He pushed her onwards up the stairs, watching the long legs step out of her pants. She clambered into the bedroom at the top of the stairs and turned around to wait for him. He entered more slowly undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers.

"You're keen." He said, approvingly. She smiled and, as if to prove it, removed her skirt so she stood naked in front of him. He let his eyes drift over her supple young body, dropping his trousers and stepping out of them, "What do you want, Miss Knowles?" He asked.

"You know." She said, starting to blush again. Ken was delighted to see that the blush continued down to her chest.

"Yes, I know." He agreed, removing his t-shirt, "But I want you to tell me what you want."

"I want you to shag me." She said. He pulled her towards him, holding her naked body against his and kissing her neck.

"Not good enough." He whispered, "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to..." She groaned as his hands ran down towards her butt, "I want a fuck."

"Go on." He urged her. He wanted to hear her beg for it and she knew it.

"Please fuck me." She panted, "I want you to fuck me."

"Get on the bed, Miss Knowles." He instructed her. Eagerly, she climbed on to the bed and was disappointed to see that he didn't immediately follow. She knew that she had to beg more, play the act that she was relishing.

"Please, sir." She continued, "I want you inside me." He nodded encouragingly, stroking his cock absent-mindedly, "Please, fuck me."

Her pussy was throbbing with anticipation, had been ever since he'd first touched her. She wanted to be fucked so badly, she was happy to act desperate and horny and dirty. It didn't take much acting, she felt dirty, she'd never felt more horny and she was desperate to feel a cock inside her. She said as much to Ken and he took a step towards the bed, instructing her to continue, "I want you to fill me up, please, sir. I want you in my pussy." Ken smiled and leaned over the bed, looming over her, forcing her to lie back.

"Go on." He said.

"Please, fuck me, please." Lucy really was begging now, she could feel fluid dripping on to her thighs, "I want your cock in me, please." Ken nodded, hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her legs up, looking down at her pussy spread before him, dripping wet. He raised her eyebrows at her and she carried on begging for it. She wanted it bad, she wanted him to fuck her like the dirty little girl she was, she was almost visibly trembling with horniness.

"Please," Lucy begged, "Please fuck me, please, fuck me, please." She continued repeating it, like a mantra, closing her eyes and resting her head back. Ken figured she'd pleaded for a fuck enough and gave it to her. He guided the tip of his cock towards her hole and Lucy continued her mantra but her voice tightened and increased in volume. He stroked her pussy with his cock, hearing her gasp and stutter her mantra as he caught her swollen g-spots. Then in one swift movement he was inside her. Lucy yelled wordlessly and then continued to beg him to fuck her harder and faster. Ken was now willing to do as she begged, feeling her tightness around his cock. Lucy was overcome with the sensation of a dick filling her and a man masterfully fucking her. Ken began to groan as Lucy's mantra tumbled into wordlessness and a hot wave started to build and flow through her. His balls banged against her arse and he grunted and urged her on as she writhed and shouted beneath him. Lucy could barely breathe as the orgasm crashed and swelled around her and she gasped as Ken slammed his cock into her hard a few more times as she trembled in the moment and then pulled out and came all over her stomach. Ken collapsed on top of her while they both caught their breath. Lucy had never felt anything like that and wanted to feel it again and again. Ken must have read her mind because he raised himself on to his elbows and grinned at her.

"If you're a good girl and ask nicely maybe we'll do that again."



Driving Lessons



Shirley was getting frustrated. She was trying to teach her son, Tom, to drive but he wasn't concentrating. Every time she looked at him he seemed to be watching her instead of the parking lot. Shirley was already concerned with his progress. Tom was the quintessential nerd and at 18 still hadn't learned how to drive. She swore she'd teach him, she just needed to find the right motivation.

The heat didn't help either. It had to be 95 out today. Too bad the air conditioner was broke in this car but Tom had to learn how to use a clutch. 

Although she wore a light cotton sundress she was still sweating. She had the bottom pulled up around her thighs to get some air. Shirley wore no bra but her 34 D's still looked firm as a teenagers showing off her cleavage in this dress. Tom didn't look any cooler in his tank top and loose shorts. She hadn't noticed how well he had developed lately. His arms were tan and strong and his thighs were quite large and firm. Shirley saw that his shirt had soaked up enough sweat to let her see his nipples against the white fabric. As she looked she noticed something else was large and firm in his shorts. Now she was having trouble concentrating. Thinking about a firm hard body like that next to her, on top of her.... Kerkunk!! The car complained as Tom slipped the clutch out wrong again. Shirley looked into his face to see him staring at her chest. She could feel the object of his attention. A bead of sweat had rolled off her neck and was making a slow teasing crawl down her chest to slide between her breast. Had he been watching her as she watched him? Was it his mother he was thinking about or a girlfriend? Shirley noticed Tom's face grow red when he knew he was caught. Her breath faltered as she realized it was her he had been thinking about.

"Maybe we need to try something different." Shirley suggested. "Let me slide over there on your lap and I'll guide your way."

Tom wasn't too sure about this. His cock was already hard from watching his mother's breast jiggle as he popped the clutch. Having her sit on it might be too much for him.

Shirley had started moving before he could protest. She removed her shoes to help push his feet. She held onto his thighs for support and marveled at their musculature. She placed her legs on either side of his and could feel his heat. As she lowered herself his cock rubbed against her ass and slid down between her thighs. Shirley moaned lightly as she felt this. She knew she couldn't last long like this and wondered about the sanity and morality of what she was doing. Her husband had always been good to her and the sex wasn't a problem so why was she so worked up over her son.

'Maybe if we stop now it will be ok' She thought. But as she settled down Tom laid his hands on her thighs and squeezed. His thumb rubbing the inside inches from her moist pussy. Shirley couldn't stop now if her husband was watching. She slid her right hand over his and squeezed again.

" Shall we try it my way?" she purred. They lifted their hands to the gearshift and moved their feet to the pedals.

Shirley turned her head so she was whispering in his ear. "The trick is to do it slow and gentle. You have to get the feel of how she wants it. Do you understand?"

She felt his cock grow harder underneath her as he nodded.

The first couple times he still jerked the car. This caused her dress to ride up more and his shorts to be pulled up past the head of his cock. Shirley could now feel his precum on her thigh and swooned with delight. As he got the feel for the clutch Shirley told him to drive around to the back of the store for more training.

Tom found a sheltered area and parked as Shirley leaned back and kissed his ear. His hands went to her breast feeling a woman for the first time. Shirley reached between their legs and fondled his cock as Tom's hands found the buttons and undid them hastily.

"Slow down honey. You'll get to feel them."

Tom slowed down as best he could. He had to be dreaming. He had always thought his mom was a babe but never imagined she would do this. He opened the front of her dress and grabbed two handfuls of flesh. He turned his head and kissed his mom back slowly at first but they couldn't deny their passion. They moaned and growled as Tom squeezed her breast. Shirley had one hand on his cock and the other jamming two fingers in her pussy. She had never acted like such an animal with Bob but right now she wanted more. Tom's hand pinched her nipples and she loved it. He squeezed her breast and she came hard on her fingers

She pulled Tom's cock out more so it stood up tall and positioned herself over it. Tom moaned deeply as he felt his first pussy sliding down on him. Shirley stuck her fingers in his mouth.

"Lick Mommy like a good boy."

Tom sucked loudly on her fingers as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her down all the way. Shirley grunted at the force of her son's 8 inches slamming in her and started to cum again.

"Be gentle." She asked not really wanting him to. She was so hot she knew this would not be the last time they would fuck each other. Tom lifted her up and lowered her down again with the same force twice more before he gave out and came deep inside his mother. They sat there kissing each other and fondling bodies. Shirley felt Tom's dick growing hard again and thanked youthful endurance.

"Let me taste you." She said as she moved off his lap. She turned around kneeling on the front seat and grabbed his cock in her wet fingers. Her hot breath made his cock twitch as she slowly lowered her mouth to the tip. With a kiss she started to taste him. Licking down the bottom sucking on his balls. He was sweeter tasting them most men she'd had. Tom reached over her to pull her dress up and feel her ass. He ran his fingers down to her pussy sliding a couple inside.

"You learn fast." Shirley said raising her mouth from his cock.

" I have a good teacher." Tom replied.

Shirley swallowed his cock all the way down to his balls making him moan with pleasure. His hand brushed her ass and he felt her quiver.

'I wonder....' He thought. Tom slid a finger deep inside his mothers pussy and got it as wet as possible. He pulled out and started teasing her asshole. She squirmed and moaned as he slid his digit inside.

"God Yes." Shirley screamed, throwing her long hair back as Tom slid in and out. She went back to sucking his cock with gusto. As he got close again to cumming he pulled her away.

"Turn around." He commanded.

Shirley knew what he had in mind but was incapable of stopping herself. Not only was this incest but he wanted to sodomize her. The way he gave his command turned her on even more then she thought it would and soon she was pushing the chair back and spreading her legs as she knelt on the seat sticking her ass in the air for him.

Tom leaned over and stared licking her ass biting every now and then. When her asshole was good and wet he bent over her back and slid his cock into her slowly. Shirley had done this once before and knew she had a sensitive ass. It hurt at first but as soon as he was buried hilt deep the pain lessened. All too soon he pulled out but not all the way. He continued to plunge deep inside her as she moaned and gasped with joy. She was his and would do whatever he wanted. He had taken her to a new level of pleasure she had not known.

Tom sped up his pumping and reached around to grab her breast. Shirley came hard again. More then she ever had with Bob. Soon Tom was grunting. He pulled out at the last minute and sprayed his mom's ass with his cum. They stayed like that for a few minutes catching their breath.

"We had better get home before they start to wonder about us." Shirley said.

"Ya, I guess your right. Thanks for the lesson, Mom."

"My pleasure."

Tom and Shirley cleaned up and they drove home with Tom playing with her pussy.



Driving Lessons Continued



“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness…….”

“David…”

“Yes, honey?”

“You won’t forget to pick mum up at 6 tonight, will you?”

“Of course not darling”

My eyes reverted back to the book in front of me. My Mum, Yvonne, knowing my interest in old books, had bought me a lovely leather bound edition of the classic Dickens novel, A Tale of Two Cities, as a thank-you. I hadn’t read it for years and now that I had finished admiring the tan leather binding, its gold embossed cover, the exquisite feel of its reproduction parchment type pages, I couldn’t resist starting to pour over its famous introduction.  

Since Yvonne’s divorce had been finalised some months ago, she had sold her house, and had temporarily moved in with us whilst her new bungalow was being built. The ‘thank-you’ was for letting her move in with us, or so Susan thought.

I had been teaching Yvonne to drive for just over 2 years now, and she still hadn’t passed her test. It’s not that she was a poor driver, but she actually had relatively little driving experience, as we had embarked on a hot and passionate affair, substituting our sex-drive for drive-time. However, since she moved in with us, ironically we have not had an opportunity to be alone. I know I really missed screwing her, but did she miss me?

“I’ve left dinner in the oven, when you get back, just turn it to 200c for 40 minutes – OK?” said Susan as she continued to smooth her hands over her skirt.

“Yep, no problems, even I should be able to get that right!” I joked. 

My culinary skills were renowned for being in need of development, although my version of beans on toast was quite admirable. Susan, my 37 year old wife of some 15 years, was on her way out to a work related retirement party of her boss. She was stopping off at a friend’s house first to do the ‘girly’ thing of getting ready for the party. The momentary thought of Susan naked with another woman was an image not to be sniffed at.

However, I still couldn’t understand this female bonding stuff. If two guys were getting ready to go out, they could do it in 10 minutes and not need each other for morale support! 

Susan came over to where I was sitting and bent down to give me a goodbye kiss. I tilted my head up, and drunk in what she was wearing. As she leaned forward, I could see down her low cut sparkly silver top. Her beautiful 36c breasts were encased in a push-up black bra. Her deep cleavage triggered a tingling in my groin. Our lips met, my excitement caused my tongue to gently probe within Susan’s mouth. Taken by surprise, she murmured “mmmm…., that was nice”.

Placing my book to one side, my hand sought her breast. Susan started to hitch up her short black skirt. I could see the clips of her suspenders had been neatly attached to the black lace stocking tops. Straddling her legs around me, she pressed her lace-covered pussy into my increasing erection. I pressed back and put my arms around her, seeking the zip of her top. With her hands caressing the back of my neck. I began pulling the zip down.

“Damn” she said, “there’s my taxi” hearing the noise of a car horn filtering through the walls. 

She got up, straightened her skirt, and with a cheeky smile said

“Don’t wait up honey, I could be a bit late”, she then playfully snapped her suspender clip through her skirt, “I’ll see you when I get home……..”

I watched Susan turn and walk towards the door. I admired her shapely legs and the way her arse swung in those high heels that she classed as her ‘fuck me shoes’. The image stayed with me for some time.

………………………………

The journey into town only took me around 15 minutes. I parked at the back of the department store that Yvonne worked in, as close as I could get to the staff entrance. People started filtering out though the door, God there were some great looking people who worked there. I recognised some of the women that worked in the same beauty consultant department that Yvonne worked in and gave them a friendly smile. 

After a couple of minutes, I spotted my mum. 

Yvonne, holding a carrier bag, saw the car and walked towards me. She looked great, like one of those mature models you see in fashion catalogues. Despite being 56 years old, her work uniform really suited her. A light grey two piece, with the skirt being shortened to knee level. Her tan stockings and black high heel stilettos reinforced the effect.

The car door opened, “Hi love, thanks for picking me up”

“No problem, it’s a pleasure”

Indeed it was. I had a sexy lady in my passenger seat, I was driving her to my house, and my wife was out for the evening. I glanced over at Yvonne and saw she had started to unbutton the top few buttons of her jacket. She must have felt warm.  The top of her black bra was now visible and my mind flashed back to unfinished business with Susan less than an hour ago. I continued to let the car heater pump out hot air.

Even though she was only 5ft 2” tall, she had great legs. As she crossed them, her skirt fell back just exposing the start of the dark band of lace at the top of her stockings. I was horny as hell but traffic was taking up most of my concentration, we made small talk as I drove us home. 

……………………..

I had turned the oven on to timer mode (I am not as useless as sometimes I make out to be!) so dinner was ready shortly after we got in. Yvonne came up behind me in the kitchen and put her arms around me. I turned around and we kissed intimately. It was delicious, tasting her tongue tinged with the sweetness of her lipstick. I started to gently massage Yvonne’s breasts through her soft silky jacket, and could feel her nipples hardening, trying to burst through the lace material of her bra.

“Lets have dinner first” she said, 

Disappointed, but surprisingly hungry myself, I agreed

I poured Yvonne a glass of wine and she teasingly crossed her legs again knowing that I would get a glimpse of her stocking tops. Saying she wanted to soak in a bath as she had had a stressful day at work. Yvonne continued

“Did Susan say what time she would be home?” 

“No, she just said she would be back late”

“Good”, Yvonne said smiling at me, “I have a surprise for you”

“Come on, you know I hate surprises”

“I think you’ll like this one….”

Whilst doing the dishes, I heard the bath water running upstairs. It stopped and the familiar splash of someone bathing filtered downstairs. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Yvonne, upstairs, naked, her large breasts floating in the water, her flaming long wet red hair instead of up as usual, now clinging to her smooth, slightly freckled shoulders. Her perfectly manicured hands, soaping her voluptuous body. My mouth was that dry, I reached for another glass of wine.

I sat down and picked up my book again, I couldn’t get past the first phrase “It was the best of times……” without losing concentration on it. I flicked on the TV and channel flicked for ages – finally…

“David honey, come on up”

At last. I turned the TV off and started upstairs. The house was warm as even though it was a mild autumn evening, the heating had been on all day. Half way up, I could smell Yvonne’s perfume, Samsara from Guerlain. The very hint of its fragrance could now bring me to an erection. Her door was cracked open; I pushed it further and walked in. 

I drank in the site that met me. Several candles placed by the bedside lit the room. The curtains were closed despite an hour of daylight left outside. Yvonne was a picture, a fantasy picture lying on top of the bed. She was propped up on two pillows with her knee angled and the heel of her long black boots pressing in to the bed. Her body was wonderfully contrasted against the ivory cream of the bedspread cover. She was wearing a dark satin basque that I guessed might have been in the carrier bag she brought from work. Her black suspenders were holding her stockings taught against her skin. The dark lace band of her stocking top had the brand ‘pretty polly’ embroidered in it and the metal suspender clip stretched the 1st ‘p’ making it a capital letter. 

No knickers. Her pussy perfectly framed with a neat triangle of short red hair. I looked to her face –

“Have you missed me son?” she said

I had known Yvonne for nearly 20 years now. Until fairly recently, she had treated me as a son, having had an only daughter. In the past, I had playfully called her mum. I took on the role.

“Mum, you have no idea, you look fantastic”

“I think you are overdressed for the occasion!” said Yvonne, “let me help you…”

I walked over to the bed and Yvonne started to unbutton my shirt. I took off the rest. Yvonne’s lips were scarlet, and glistening, she ran her tongue over them and then we kissed. It had been 4 months since we had made love and I was now on the boil. She lay back on the bed and I stretched out beside her. My hands reached out and touched the smooth silk of her basque. I ran my finger down until it stopped just above her pussy lips. My cock was aching in anticipation of feeling her moist cunt surround it. I was just about to roll on top of her.

“Wait honey, I have a surprise, remember we talked about a fantasy of yours?”

“Which one?” I said, genuinely wondering what was to come

She then reached under the pillow and pulled out a large cucumber.  

God, I was about to watch my mum frig herself off, something I had asked her before, but she always refused. I lay beside her and watched as she scooped out her left breast from the satin cups of her basque. She rolled her nipple between her fingers and it became rock hard, she then lent her head down and took it in her mouth. Her breasts were slightly larger than Susan’s and the ability to put her own tits in her mouth was sex personified. The sucking noise she was making was deliciously erotic. 

I couldn’t help from placing my hand down and caressed my erection. I did it slowly as I didn’t want to come.

Her right hand grabbed the cucumber, her red fingernails looking even more potent against the green background. She teased the end of the cucumber around the lips of her cunt. I could see she was getting wet and I wanted to replace the cucumber with my hard cock. The sight was overwhelming. Her eyes looked lovingly into mine. Yvonne was acting out my long-term fantasy and she was turning me on like I have never been turned on before.

My hand unconsciously was now tightening around my cock and pulling harder.

She was now pressing the cucumber inside her cunt. Firstly just an inch or two, then gradually working it up to 4, then 5, then 6 inches. She then found a rhythm of pumping the cucumber in and out of her cunt whilst sucking her tit. The sight of that cucumber disappearing up her cunt was beautiful. My mum managed to keep this rhythm up for around 10 minutes. 

Alternating between shallow and deep thrusts.  Yvonne was moaning, gently at first, but the pace speeding up as her self-pleasuring took on a degree of urgency. Her face was intoxicating to watch, her eyes closed tightly, her orgasm imminent.

“David, David, “ she called

I reached over and tugged down the satin cup of her right breast. I started to suck heavily on her nipple. The sensation of her flesh in my mouth was tingling my senses. I could feel her body tightening up…..

“Christ, oh fuck…. I’m cumming, I’m cumming……..”

Yvonne’s body started to shiver; I let go of her nipple and watched her thrusting the cucumber in her cunt, now held on by both her hands. After about 15 seconds, the shivering subsided, I looked at her beautiful face, it was flushed, with small beads of sweat on her forehead. She withdrew the cucumber and it was covered in her fragrant cunt juices. 

She placed it down and we kissed, tenderly at first. Then as our tongues intertwined, our intensity increased. I reached down and felt the smooth silky material of her basque. I traced my fingers down the suspender belt feeling her naked flesh above her stocking tops, and put my fingers in her pussy – it was soaking. I rubbed her swollen clit. As my fingers were swishing inside Yvonne’s cunt, she put her arms around my back and pulled me on top of her.

“Put it in me, for god’s sake, I want your cock inside me……..”

My hard cock slid in so easily – I could feel her cunt contracting around it. I also felt her legs wrap round me, her high heels digging into the backs of my legs. The satin basque felt so sensual as it rubbed against my bare skin. I could feel the suspender clips pressing against me. I was so turned on that I only lasted a few long, hard strokes before pumping her full of my seed. 

As I pulled out, I looked at Yvonne’s body.  Her plump breasts were reddened by me sucking on them so hard. Her legs, encased in her silken black stockings, were stunning. 

We kissed again, and in elation, and with the warmth of the room, eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms…….

“What the hell was that?” I asked myself. I heard a noise and tried to orientate myself of where I was. 

Shit, it was Susan at the top of the stairs.

 “How long had we been asleep” – “Shit, we….”  I was beside Yvonne

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….” I felt the worst was about to happen.

Some of the candles had burned themselves out, but there were a couple still alight. The door was slightly open, and I could make out a shadow pass by outside. 

The door pushed open – Susan stood in the doorway swaying slightly. She looked a little worse for wear and had obviously been drinking. Her glossy brown hair had a smooth sheen highlighted by the candlelight. Her black bra strap had fallen down her shoulder. Her stockings were slightly creased at the knee. Her red lipstick was slightly smeared.

A million excuses raced through my mind, none of them remotely believable.

“David, what are you doing in here?”, she giggled.

Susan walked over to the bed and looked down at me. Then, she totally surprised me and lay down beside me. 

“We have some unfinished business, remember?” She placed her hand on my cock and started rubbing me. 

“What the hell was happening?” I thought, here was Susan, my wife, getting horny on one side of me, whilst her Mother, whom I had so recently fucked, was lying on the other side.

Susan kissed me deeply and sure enough, I got very hard, very quickly. I could taste the remnants of alcohol on her tongue – it wasn’t unpleasant. I pulled her top down and scooped her fleshy breasts out of her bra. Her nipples were already hard. I could feel her breasts press against my naked chest. 

Then…… she reached her arm out and cupped her hand. It landed firmly on the satin material that covered her mum’s breast. 

Yvonne then woke up. 

“mmmm…. David, that feels nice” she moaned

“I’m glad you like it”, whispered Susan

Yvonne sat upright trying to take in the situation. She was in bed, with her daughter and son. The whole situation was so taboo, that it had an enormous layer of eroticism inherent in it.

“What the hell……” 

Susan, leaning over me and planting her lips against her mother’s, quickly cut off Yvonne in mid sentence. After some initial reluctance, Yvonne succumbed and started to kiss Susan back. My head was spinning. A lesbian scenario is right up there with vivid dreams of how to spend the millions gained from winning the lottery. But when it’s your wife and her mother, it just doesn’t get any better.

I could see their tongues touching, dipping erotically into each other’s mouths. Mother and daughter playing out forbidden love right in front of me. Susan gently pulled back 

“mmm… mum, you kiss real good”

Yvonne didn’t answer, but placed her hands on Susan’s breasts taking her nipples between her fingers. Susan then slipped her hand inside the satin of her mum’s basque, and started to rub Yvonne’s voluptuous breast.  Yvonne moaning softly with pleasure, then cautiously started to tease Susan’s increasingly wet cunt through the lace of her knickers, with her fingers. Susan pulled the crotch to one side to allow her mother full access. I watched as Susan’s cunt swallowed three of her mum’s fingers.

I noticed the cucumber was still lying on the top of the bed. 

I had a delicious idea……

“Bang”

“What was that”, I thought. “Shit”, it was the front door closing. 

I opened my eyes and took in my situation. My dream was still spinning around my head, but my priority now was that I was lying in bed beside my mum, Yvonne, after a night of passion, and my wife was heading up the stairs. I jumped up, knocking the cucumber on the floor. Yvonne didn’t stir. I ran out of her room and closed the door. I had just got into my own bed when Susan walked in. 

I looked up and saw Susan stood in the doorway swaying slightly. She looked a little worse for wear and had obviously been drinking ….

“I hope you are awake honey, we have some unfinished business to take care of”, she playfully snapped her suspender belt and started to take off her top.

Maybe next time, I should stay in Yvonne’s room and see what really happens.

“It was the best of times………”



Driving Lessons For Sexy Mum-In-Law



"David will do that, won't you honey?"

"Yeh, sure I will…"

With my head still engrossed in the Sunday Times, I really had no idea what I was agreeing to, but experience had taught me that agreement was always the right policy. Susan, my wife, had just volunteered my services to teach her mum how to drive. Yvonne, although 56 years old, had never learned to drive. She had always been driven by her (recently ex) husband John. Yvonne worked as a beauty consultant in a department store and got to & from work by bus. However, now that she was on her own, she really wanted to take the plunge into being fully independent.

Susan and I had been childhood sweethearts and I had taught her to drive when she was 17, nearly 20 years ago. Yvonne looked over at me and said, "David that would be great, are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not, it would be my pleasure."

In reality, I did mind a little. Yvonne was never the most friendly, but since she had caught her ex (John) in bed with a close friend of hers, she had become even more temperamental. "Why not come over tomorrow after work and we can take our 1st lesson?" she said. "Yeh, no problem"

The next day I organised additional car insurance and bought some 'L' plates – did women ever think of the practicalities of this stuff, I think not.

I arrived on a clear sunny evening at Yvonne's house at 6.30pm. She answered the door still in her work clothes. Her uniform was a tightly tailored grey suit, skirt at knee level, white open-necked blouse and smart black high heel shoes. She was 5ft 3" and had shoulder length red hair. I thought to myself that she looked quite hot, then remembered that she was my Mother and that such thoughts were inappropriate. (Although I may flash back to this vision next time I have a solitary moment!)

After changing into some black trousers and a red sweater she got in the car. I drove to an industrial estate nearby as I didn't want her to start on a main road. We swapped seats and started the basics, Clutch, brake etc. I then noticed her seat belt was twisted and reached over to fix it. As I pulled back, the back of my hand brushed firmly against her breast. 

"Sorry" I said, "That's OK, accidents happen" she said with her head turned towards me, I noticed she was smiling. 

In addition, I also noticed that her nipples were now poking against the thin material of her sweater. During the lesson, I found myself looking over at her more and more. She had a really good figure and I guessed her breasts to be bigger than Susan's at 36D. Her hands were immaculate, beautiful long red nails, I suppose as part of her job, and she no longer wore the diamond encrusted wedding ring that I had always known her with. 

We eventually swapped seats again and I drove her home. 

"Thanks David, now that wasn't too bad, was it?"

"no, actually you were very good, we'll have you driving in no time." 

I now actually looked forward to our next lesson.

On picking up Yvonne next time, she was wearing dark grey trousers, and a thin apple green cardigan with the top few buttons undone. I could just make out the wispy lace outline of a black bra. During that lesson, I found it hard not to look at her breasts as the movement of the car made her breasts move ever so slightly. Again, I noticed that her nipples occasionally became erect. I was quite aroused. This time, she accidentally touched my thigh in an attempt to change gear – 

"woops, must concentrate harder" she said grinning. "no harm done" I said, wishing she had grabbed my leg higher. 

On leaving her home, she leaned over in the car and gave me a kiss. Not on the cheek as normal, but on the lips, not a lingering kiss, but firm nonetheless.

For our next lesson, Yvonne wore a knee length navy skirt, a cream blouse, and very sexy although impractical, high heel shoes. As she sat in the drivers seat, I noticed that her skirt fell to just above her knees, but I then saw it had a side split on her left leg. After about 10 minutes of driving, the skirt had risen a couple of inches but more importantly, the split was now revealing a dark lace band that told me she was wearing stockings. I directed her to a disused car park to practice reversing. 

Under my instruction, she engaged reverse gear, and turned her head around to look through the rear screen. As she turned around, the skirt rose even further and I could see the metal clip of the white garter belt supporting her stockings. My mouth was getting dry and I was finding it hard to concentrate. I also saw that her blouse was gapping around her breasts, and I could clearly see the white lace of her bra. God I wish I could have taken a picture of her right there. She looked amazing. 

She stalled the car, then restarted. She stalled again, and after the 3rd stall, she started to cry.

"I'll never learn how to do this, John was right, I am useless." 

I reached over to her and started to hug and comfort her. I undid her seatbelt and pulled her towards me. 

"Yvonne, you can do anything you want, you're beautiful and intelligent, I have no idea what got into John throwing away your marriage"

Yvonne clasped her arms around me, "Oh David, thank-you, I'm sorry you've been lumbered teaching an old doll like me how to drive." 

My hands could feel the bra strap through the thin silky blouse material. I gently brought my left arm around and rested it on her side, level with her soft breast, I could still claim it was an accident depending on her reaction. Her sobbing had quietly stopped but she didn't pull away, so I gently brushed the palm of my hand over her right breast. I could feel the silk, I could feel the lace of her bra, and I could feel the hardness of her nipple. Again, she held me. Filled with a new found confidence at not being pushed away, I now started to stroke her neck and gradually made the circles wider so that eventually I was dipping down below the level of her blouse. My fingers then traced underneath the edges of her bra. She still held me and was now gently rubbing her hands up and down my back. 

My fingers then reached her nipple and started to pinch the hardness between my thumb and forefinger. I heard Yvonne quietly moan, I looked down and saw that her legs were tightly clamped together and I could see both thighs now exposed with her cream flesh contrasting against the dark tops of her tan stockings. 

This situation was just so sexy, my hand was now on my mother naked breast. She then withdrew her head from my shoulder, and looked at me. The pupils of her green eyes were wide and piercing. Her lips were red and moist. We then kissed in a way that son and mother-in-law aren't meant to. She placed her lips on mine, then teased them apart as her tongue searched out my tongue. My right hand cupped her head, pulling her closer to me, and my fingers started to massage her head. I could feel her tongue lashing in my mouth, god she was hot. I felt her right hand move from my back, I then realised were it had gone to – she was now rubbing my erection through my jeans. 

By now, I had scooped out her right breast, free from the lacy confines of her bra, and was massaging it firmly, occasionally paying special attention to her large nipple. I broke off our kiss bent down, and put my lips on her breast. Yvonne was now moaning more loudly and when I started sucking her nipple, she put even more pressure on my cock. I didn't think I would last much longer, I was going to come inside my jeans. I reached down and put my hand between her thighs. I could feel the clips of her garter belt and I put my hand under the elasticated lace, feeling its tension. I then moved my hand to between her inner thighs – they instinctively opened to allow my hand to feel the lace material of her knickers. They were soaking with her juice and I slipped the delicate wet crotch to one side. I then eased two fingers into her cunt. And started to feel for her swollen clit. The slurping sound was rich in sexuality.

Then, Yvonne pulled back. 

"God, this is so wrong – you are married to my daughter, what am I doing?"

She pulled her bra back over her exposed breast, and straightened her blouse up. After I caught my breath, I said that it was my fault, that I was sorry, I found her very sexy and attractive and to forgive me. She said it was more her fault than mine, she had always fancied me since Susan 1st brought me home, but she felt really lonely now and didn't know what had come over her. We drove home in embarrassed silence and didn't have a lesson for some time.

Susan became inquisitive with her mum as to why she had stopped her lessons – Yvonne than agreed have another one.

When I went around to pick Yvonne up I rang the bell. There was no answer. I went to get my spare key from the car. I opened the door and called out "Yvonne, are you in?"

"Up here David…" I closed the door and went upstairs.

There was a candle lit on her bedside table. Yvonne was lying down on the bed, propped up by a couple of pillows. She was wearing long leather boots with stiletto heels. She had on black stockings held up by a thin lace garter belt, and a black lace teddy which I could see her nipples through. The tops of her stockings had the brand 'pretty polly' embroidered in them. She started touching her breasts. "Come on in son, we have some unfinished lessons" I nervously undressed and lay down beside her. I started to mirror her hands on her breasts and we started to kiss passionately God my mother is hot. I then rolled on top of her. We were still locked in a deep wet kissing and as I am taller than Yvonne, my cock was pressing into the bed, just below her vagina. I then pulled myself up slightly so I could enter her – then I stopped.

I remembered something Susan said about feeling more comfortable about me tasting her cunt if she was well prepared. Judging from the steam from the bathroom she had just spent the last hour in the bath, so I gingerly started to lower my body, slithering down, tracing her breasts with my tongue. I crept lower, licking her full belly, down past her garter belt, until my tongue reached the top of her cunt. I hesitated momentarily but was encouraged by the groaning noises Yvonne was now making. By now, my head was level with her vagina, and I stretched one hand up to squeeze her breast. The hair was also red with a little grey. I licked the area above her hole, then traced around it, licking and kissing. Yvonne's legs were now bent astride my head with her stiletto heels digging into the bed. I then flicked my tongue inside her. 

My God, why didn't I know how wonderful this would feel? For a 56 year old women, indeed for any age, she was simply magnificent. I found her clit with my tongue, previously only felt by hand, and started to lick it. Alternating between licks, I would run my tongue around the inside of her cunt, the smells and juices I tasted are indescribable. Yvonne's thighs were squeezing my head and she kept groaning – "Oh God, Oh God…."

I must have swirled my tongue inside her for around 10 minutes. My face was covered in moisture, then I felt it. She grabbed my head and pressed it further in between her thighs. She cried –" I'm cumming, oh fuck, oh God." Her body started to shake and I could feel her cunt lips squeezing my tongue. I kept pounding away at her clit "Christ, don't stop….," not that I had any intention of stopping. Her body shook for around 15 seconds and she dug her nails involuntarily into my head. I had nearly felt her having an orgasm in the car with my fingers inside her, but to feel this with my mouth was the most sexiest thing I had experienced in my life.

My mother just lay there, face flushed, breathing hard, as I pulled myself up towards her, I then noticed some tears rolling down her cheeks. I didn't know what was wrong and wondered if I had hurt her in any way. I asked what was wrong and she hugged me tightly. 

She said that she had never felt like this before in her whole life. She then told me that unusually she had married John when she was still a virgin, (I had no idea) and he had never done this to her in all the years they were married. She had fantasised about me doing it but thought it would always remain a fantasy. She then said how much she loved and adored me, and hoped I would never hate for this. I assured her that I loved her too, and I would always love her. 

Yvonne has now been 'learning' to drive for 2 years now. I don't know if she'll ever pass her driving test. She recently has playfully dropped hints that she wonders how Susan would react if she could see a 'lesson' for herself. 

I think I am playing with fire as it is – aren't I?