I Put Mother and Daughter on Four Wheels novel · Chapter 1 of 12
Chapter 1: First Lesson
"Godfather, there's something hard down here that's poking me."
Genesis said it without moving a muscle, hands on the wheel, ass in my lap.
I took a deep breath.
"It's the seatbelt."
"Doesn't feel like a seatbelt."
"Focus on the rearview mirror."
"I am focused."
It was the first Tuesday of her driving course, six in the evening, in the back lot of the Guedez Driving School.
The sun was falling orange over the dirt lots.
The practice car, a white Aveo with dual pedals, smelled like gasoline and cheap vanilla.
I was forty-one years old with twenty years of experience teaching scared people how to drive.
I'd never taught anyone like her.
But Genesis had shown up in a jean miniskirt that barely covered anything.
She wore a white top with no bra and a cat's smile.
"The passenger seat won't let me reach the pedals," she'd said.
"It's a height problem."
"Then sit me somewhere I can reach."
I just stared at her.
She was twenty-two, the daughter of my office manager, and for the past six months she'd been my goddaughter.
I'd agreed to be her graduation godfather for her architecture class because Zulay asked me with that voice of hers.
There was a ceremony with a cap, photos, and a dinner for forty people.
That was it.
Until today.
"Alright, my goddaughter," I said, my throat dry. "Sit here. I'll guide you."
She climbed onto my lap, facing the dashboard, her back against my chest.
Her skirt rode up.
She didn't do anything to pull it down.
I put my hands over hers on the wheel.
"First gear. Release the clutch slowly."
"Like this?"
"Slower."
"Like this?"
The engine died with a hard jerk.
The car lurched violently, and Genesis's body flew back and sank into me with all her weight.
I let out a grunt.
Her ass pressed my cock, already hard, through two layers of fabric.
"Oh God," she said, very softly.
"Sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"For... that."
"That's what was poking me."
She laughed.
A low, husky laugh that vibrated through my chest.
She didn't move.
"Godfather."
"Tell me."
"You're not pushing me off."
"No."
"That means something."
"Genesis."
"Tell me to get up and I'll get up."
I looked at her in the rearview mirror.
She had dark eyes, parted lips, and a bead of sweat running down her neck.
And no words came out of me.
"That's what I thought," she murmured.
She rotated her hips, slowly.
A slow circle on my lap.
The friction shot through my spine.
I grabbed her waist with both hands, and not to push her away.
"You're crazy."
"A little."
"Your mom is in the office."
"My mom is doing payroll."
"Genesis."
"Yes, godfather?"
"I'm your godfather."
"You're my graduation godfather. Of the graduation. I already graduated."
Another circle, slower.
I felt her heat through my pants.
I groaned under my breath.
"You've got the best cock I've ever felt in a car," she said, in a naughty little girl's voice.
"How many have you felt?"
"You don't ask that."
I bit my lip.
I reached out, locked the doors, and rolled up the windows.
She noticed.
She smiled, without turning around.
"So you do want it."
"I want it."
"Say it clearly."
"I want you to keep going."
She braced herself on the wheel with both hands and arched her back.
She started rocking on my lap, back and forth, squeezing me between her ass cheeks.
She moved her hips up and down in a steady rhythm, like someone who'd been dancing her whole life.
Every time she came down, my cock sank into her crack, trapped between the two layers of fabric.
Every time she came up, the air left my lungs.
"Like that...", I panted. "Like that..."
"You like it?"
"You're killing me."
"That's what I wanted."
I slid my hand under her top.
Her breasts were small, firm, with nipples hard as stones.
I caressed them with both hands, and she threw her head back onto my shoulder with a long moan.
"Godfather..."
"Alvaro."
"Alvaro."
The radio played softly, a current reggaeton hit.
Genesis twerked on me to the beat.
And me, a forty-one-year-old man with a driving school and a mortgage, was about to come like a teenager.
"Genesis, I'm about to..."
"No."
"No?"
"Not yet."
She stopped.
She got off my lap with ridiculous elegance.
She sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed, cheeks flushed.
She adjusted her skirt.
"Tomorrow," she said, looking at me. "Second lesson."
"Genesis..."
"Tomorrow. And then I want to see how far we get."
My phone rang on the dashboard.
We both looked at the screen.
"ZULAY OFFICE."
Genesis opened the car door, stepped out with her long legs, and leaned on the window for a second.
"Answer it, godfather."
She winked at me and walked off across the lot, swaying her hips.
And me, with my cock throbbing in my pants and the phone in my hand, I answered.
"Alvaro?", Zulay's voice said. "How's the lesson going?"
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