1. Two hands on the Gearstick


    Date: 11/29/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: paul_moadib, Source: LushStories

    My daughter, Sarah, nineteen, had just returned from a holiday with some girlfriends. One of whom, Laura, I had offered to take home. As we drove back home from the airport we approached some roadworks on the motorway. The sign said two miles to go before the works. We were stuck in traffic and moving very slowly, so I knew it wouldn't be less than ten minutes before we actually reached them, at which point I was sure the traffic would pick up again. The sun was strong that day. We had the windows closed and the air-con on full. Even though the heat radiated in through the glass, the car remained fresh and I felt alert at the wheel. "Jim..." Laura said to me. "How long before we get through the roadworks?" "Well, we have to get to them before we can get through them," I replied. "Perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes more?" I said shrugging. The car went quiet again. Its machine-like sounds filled my ears: the continuous blowing of the air-con, the hum from the engine and an inaudible drone from some guy talking on the radio. The car was an automatic, so traffic like this was less stressful for me than if I were driving a manual transmission. Laura switched the radio off. She turned to her right, to face me, her right knee lifted near the gearstick as she shifted her body round beneath the seatbelt. She wore a short, flimsy blue dress, fairly low cut and perfect for the current weather. On her feet she wore a pair of white flip-flops. With her right elbow resting on the back of ...
    the car seat, she rested her head on her hand, underneath her brown hair. Then she spoke, her tone indicating she was after something. "Jim..." she said, drawing out the word. "Do you masturbate?" she asked frankly, "And what do you think about when you do?" I coughed, barely believing what I had just heard. "What kind of a question is that, Laura? I'm your best friend's father! That's none of your business and a very inappropriate thing to say. You should be ashamed." She shrugged off my reply. There was a slight pause, then she asked again, "Well, DO you? You might as well tell me. I'm nineteen; it's nothing new to me." I was stunned, too stunned to speak, then she asked, "Jim, do you ever think about me?" "No! Never!" I said, trying to block indecent images of us as they popped into my head involuntarily. I felt my cock stirring in my trousers. Her confessions and that last question was a turn-on, I had to admit. I shouldn't have felt that way, but I couldn't help it. "Ah! So you DO masturbate!" she said, trapping me with her words. I gave up and stayed silent, hoping she would too. I remained silent, aware of the monster waking in my lap. "Come on Jim, let's talk about this. I'll tell you all about the things I do," she goaded me. "Things you DO? Err, like what?" I said. Damn, I thought. Shouldn't have said that. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Oooh wouldn't you like to know?" she said naughtily. "Well, I'm very good at giving head, so I'm told... and I love guys to ...
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