A Lift Home - 2

[SashaFrost]

Todd's brain short-circuited. Had she just offered to... to touch him? To actually do what he'd been fantasizing about?

"I... what?" he stammered.

"I asked if you'd like me to help you," Mrs. Westbrook repeated patiently. "You're clearly in distress, and I hate to see you suffering like this. It would be the neighborly thing to do."

Todd stared at her in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. Mrs. Westbrook, the sophisticated, beautiful woman he'd been crushing on for years, was offering to touch his cock in a gas station bathroom. It had to be some kind of hallucination brought on by extreme arousal.

"I..." he started, then stopped, his throat too dry to form words.

"Is that a yes?" Mrs. Westbrook asked, her hand moving closer to his aching flesh.

Todd nodded frantically, not trusting his voice to work properly.

Mrs. Westbrook smiled and reached out, her fingers barely brushing against the head of his cock. The contact was so light it was almost imaginary, but it sent shockwaves through Todd's entire nervous system.

"Such a sensitive boy," she murmured approvingly. "I can tell you're going to be so much fun to play with."

But just as Todd thought she was going to wrap her fingers around him, Mrs. Westbrook pulled her hand back.

"Not here though," she said firmly. "A dirty gas station bathroom is no place for a boy's first proper handjob. You deserve better than that."

Todd's face fell with disappointment, but Mrs. Westbrook's words also sent a thrill through him. First proper handjob. She was acknowledging that this would be his first time, and she wanted to make it special.

"Where then?" he asked desperately, his cock throbbing with need.

Mrs. Westbrook smiled mysteriously and reached out to help him pull his shorts back up, her fingers brushing against his sensitive flesh as she did so.

"Patience, sweetie," she said softly. "Good things come to those who wait. Now, let's get you cleaned up and back to the car. We have a drive to finish."

Todd nodded mutely, still reeling from what had just happened. Mrs. Westbrook helped him adjust his shorts properly, her fingers lingering against his still-hard cock as she smoothed the fabric down. The brief contact made him gasp, and she chuckled at his reaction.

"So responsive," she murmured appreciatively. "I can already tell you're going to be absolutely delicious to tease."

She moved to the small sink and wet a paper towel, then returned to dab at the wet spot on his shorts where his precum had soaked through. The pressure of her touch, even through the damp fabric, made Todd's hips jerk involuntarily.

"Easy there," Mrs. Westbrook said with amusement. "We can't have you making a mess before we even get back to the car."

She finished cleaning him up as best she could, though the dark patch on his shorts was still visible if someone looked closely. Mrs. Westbrook seemed satisfied with her work and stepped back to admire him.

"There. Much better. Though I have to say, you look absolutely adorable when you're all flustered like this. Your cheeks are so red, and your eyes..." She trailed off, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "You have such beautiful eyes, Todd. So innocent and trusting."

Todd shivered at her touch, his cock pulsing with renewed urgency. Every nerve ending in his body felt hypersensitive, like he was made of live wire.

"Now then," Mrs. Westbrook said briskly, as if she hadn't just been stroking his hair like a lover. "Let's head back. I need to finish filling up the tank."

She unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the bright fluorescent lighting of the gas station. Todd followed reluctantly, acutely aware of his compromised state. His erection was still painfully obvious despite Mrs. Westbrook's attempts to smooth down his shorts, and he was terrified that someone would notice.

The gas station seemed busier than when they'd arrived. A family with young children was getting snacks from the convenience store, an elderly man was washing his windshield at the pump next to theirs, and Todd could see at least three other customers moving around the lot.

Mrs. Westbrook seemed completely unbothered by the activity around them. She walked confidently back toward her car, her hips swaying in that hypnotic way that had caught Todd's attention in the first place. He tried to stay close behind her, using her body to shield his lower half from view.

They reached the car, and Mrs. Westbrook picked up the gas nozzle to finish fueling. Todd positioned himself on the far side of the pump, grateful for the large metal structure that hid his body from the waist down. He was just starting to relax when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

"Todd? Oh my god, is that you?"

Todd's blood ran cold. He turned to see Katie Martinez and Laura Chen walking toward them from the convenience store, both carrying drinks and snacks. Katie and Laura worked at the grocery store with him – Katie in the deli department and Laura as a cashier. They were both around his age, friendly enough at work, but Todd had never hung out with them outside of their shifts.

Katie was a petite brunette with an infectious laugh and a tendency to flirt with everyone, customers and coworkers alike. Laura was quieter, more studious, but she had a sharp wit that could catch people off guard. Both girls were pretty in their own way, and Todd had certainly noticed them during their shifts together, though he'd never worked up the courage to ask either of them out.

"Hey Katie, hey Laura," Todd managed, his voice coming out higher than normal. He pressed himself closer to the gas pump, praying they wouldn't come around to his side.

"What are you doing here?" Laura asked, looking genuinely pleased to see him. "I thought you were working tonight."

"I got off early," Todd explained, his heart hammering in his chest. "Mrs. Westbrook here gave me a ride."

Both girls turned to look at Mrs. Westbrook, who had finished pumping gas and was now hanging up the nozzle. She smiled warmly at the newcomers, and Todd noticed how her expression shifted slightly – becoming more predatory, though the girls didn't seem to pick up on it.

"How lovely to meet Todd's coworkers," Mrs. Westbrook said, extending her hand to shake theirs. "I'm Ann Westbrook. Todd was kind enough to help me with my groceries earlier."

"Oh, that's so sweet of him," Katie gushed, beaming at Todd. "He's always so helpful at work too. Such a gentleman."

Todd felt his face burning with embarrassment. If only Katie knew what he'd been doing in the bathroom just minutes ago, or what Mrs. Westbrook had offered to do to him. The contrast between their perception of him and reality was mortifying.

"Yes, he certainly is," Mrs. Westbrook agreed, and Todd caught the subtle emphasis she placed on the word 'gentleman.' "In fact, we were just discussing what a thoughtful young man he is."

Laura nodded enthusiastically. "Totally. Remember last week when Mrs. Patterson was struggling with that heavy case of cat food? Todd carried it all the way out to her car for her."

"How wonderful," Mrs. Westbrook said, and Todd saw her eyes glitter with amusement. "He does seem to enjoy helping older women with their... needs."

Todd nearly choked on his own saliva. Mrs. Westbrook's double entendre was subtle enough that Katie and Laura didn't catch it, but the meaning was crystal clear to him. She was toying with him, enjoying his discomfort.

"Are you okay, Todd?" Katie asked, noticing his red face. "You look kind of flushed."

"I'm fine," Todd squeaked. "Just... hot out here."

It wasn't entirely a lie. The evening air was warm, and his arousal was making him feel overheated and slightly dizzy. Plus, the stress of trying to hide his erection while making small talk was pushing his anxiety through the roof.

Mrs. Westbrook moved closer to him, ostensibly to put the gas cap back on her car. But as she passed behind him, Todd felt her hand brush against his lower back, then slide down to rest on his hip. The touch was brief and could have been accidental, but Todd knew better.

"So what are you two up to tonight?" Mrs. Westbrook asked the girls conversationally, her hand now resting casually on Todd's hip where they couldn't see it.

"Just grabbing some snacks for movie night," Laura explained. "We're having a girls' night at Katie's place. Romantic comedies and junk food."

"How lovely," Mrs. Westbrook said. "Todd and I were just discussing his plans for the evening too. Weren't we, sweetie?"

Her fingers pressed slightly into his hip, and Todd had to bite back a gasp. The casual endearment combined with her touch was making his already desperate situation even worse.

"Yeah," Todd managed. "Just... going home."

"Oh, that's too bad," Katie said with a pout. "You should come hang out with us sometime. We're always telling Laura she needs to invite more guys to our movie nights."

Laura elbowed Katie in the ribs, looking embarrassed. "Katie!"

"What? I'm just saying, it would be fun to have some male perspective on these movies. Plus, Todd's cute. Right, Laura?"

Now it was Laura's turn to blush furiously. "Oh my god, Katie, stop."

Todd felt like he might die from embarrassment. Here were two attractive girls from work essentially saying they found him cute and wanted to spend time with him, and all he could think about was Mrs. Westbrook's hand on his hip and the throbbing ache between his legs.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Mrs. Westbrook chimed in, and Todd felt her hand slide slightly lower, her fingers now resting just above the waistband of his shorts. "Todd could certainly use more social interaction with people his own age."

The implication that she was not his age, that their interaction was somehow inappropriate, sent a thrill through Todd despite his mortification.

"Definitely," Katie agreed enthusiastically. "What do you think, Todd? Want to join us next Friday?"

"I... um..." Todd stammered, trying to focus on the conversation while Mrs. Westbrook's fingers began tracing small circles just above his hip bone. The touch was maddeningly light, barely there, but it was driving him absolutely crazy.

"He's a bit shy," Mrs. Westbrook explained to the girls with a knowing smile. "Aren't you, Todd? Not used to pretty girls paying attention to him."

Todd wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Mrs. Westbrook was essentially announcing to his coworkers that he was inexperienced with women, which was mortifying enough. But the way she said it, with that particular tone and that look in her eyes, made it sound almost... maternal. Like she was talking about a sweet but naive child.

"Aww, that's adorable," Katie cooed. "Don't worry, Todd. We don't bite. Well, Laura might, but only if you're into that."

"Katie!" Laura protested again, but she was laughing now.

Mrs. Westbrook chuckled along with them, her fingers still moving in those maddening circles. "Oh, I think Todd might surprise you girls. Still waters run deep, as they say."

Todd had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but the way Mrs. Westbrook said it made his cock twitch with interest. Everything she said seemed to have multiple layers of meaning, and he was starting to realize that she was far more devious than he'd initially thought.

"Well, we should probably get going," Laura said, glancing at her watch. "The movie starts in twenty minutes."

"Of course," Mrs. Westbrook said graciously. "It was lovely meeting you both. I'm sure Todd will be thinking about your invitation all evening."

Her fingers pressed more firmly against his hip as she said this, and Todd had to grip the edge of the gas pump to keep from making a sound.

"Bye, Todd!" Katie called as they started walking toward their car. "Think about Friday, okay?"

"See you at work tomorrow," Laura added with a wave.

Todd managed to wave back, though his arm felt like it was made of lead. He watched them get into Katie's beat-up Honda and drive away, their laughter floating through the open windows.

The moment they were out of sight, Mrs. Westbrook's hand moved from his hip to slide boldly across the front of his shorts. Her palm pressed against his aching cock, and Todd's knees nearly buckled from the sudden contact.

"My, my," she murmured in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You got even harder during that conversation. Did you enjoy having those pretty girls flirt with you while I was touching you?"

Todd couldn't form words. .

"Answer me, sweetie," Mrs. Westbrook said more firmly, her fingers curling around his length through the fabric of his shorts. "Did it turn you on, knowing I was touching you while they couldn't see?"

"Yes," Todd gasped, the word torn from his throat.

"Good boy," Mrs. Westbrook praised, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. "I love how honest you are. No pretense, no games. Just pure, sweet arousal."

She stroked him slowly through his shorts, her movements hidden from view by the gas pump but clearly visible to Todd. He watched in fascination as her hand moved up and down his length, the fabric of his shorts providing just enough friction to drive him wild.

"Did you notice how Katie kept looking at your face?" Mrs. Westbrook asked conversationally, as if she weren't currently giving him a handjob in public. "She could tell something was different about you. You had that glazed, desperate look that boys get when they're really turned on."

Todd hadn't noticed Katie looking at him any differently, but then again, he'd been focused on trying not to embarrass himself. The idea that his arousal had been visible to the girls made him feel simultaneously mortified and excited.

"And Laura," Mrs. Westbrook continued, her pace increasing slightly. "Did you see how she blushed when Katie called you cute? I think our sweet little Laura might have a crush on you."

The possibility had never occurred to Todd. Laura was always friendly at work, but he'd assumed she was just being nice. Now Mrs. Westbrook was suggesting that her friendliness might have been something more.

"Maybe I should invite them both over for dinner sometime," Mrs. Westbrook mused, her thumb rubbing circles around the head of his cock through his shorts. "We could all get to know each other better. I could tell them stories about what a helpful young man you are. How good you are with your hands."

The double meaning wasn't lost on Todd. The idea of Mrs. Westbrook talking to Katie and Laura about him, especially with sexual undertones, was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

"Would you like that?" Mrs. Westbrook asked, her grip tightening slightly. "Having dinner with three women who all think you're attractive? Katie and Laura thinking innocent thoughts while I know exactly what's hidden under these shorts?"

Todd was panting now, his hips starting to rock slightly into her touch despite his efforts to stay still. Mrs. Westbrook's scenarios were painting vivid pictures in his mind, and combined with the physical stimulation, they were pushing him rapidly toward the edge.

"I think you would," Mrs. Westbrook concluded, noticing his increased movement. "I think you'd love sitting at my dinner table, trying to make polite conversation while remembering what my hand felt like wrapped around your cock."

Todd's breathing became ragged. He was getting close, embarrassingly close, and Mrs. Westbrook seemed to sense it. Her movements became more purposeful, more focused on the sensitive head of his cock.

"Are you going to cum for me right here?" she whispered in his ear. "Right here in this gas station parking lot where anyone could see?"

The thought should have horrified him, but instead it pushed him even closer to the edge.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." he started to warn her, but Mrs. Westbrook suddenly pulled her hand away.

Todd's eyes flew open in shock and disappointment. His cock was throbbing with desperate need, so close to release that he could practically taste it. But Mrs. Westbrook had stepped back, leaving him hanging on the very edge of orgasm.

"Not yet," she said firmly, though her eyes were bright with excitement. "I told you, good things come to those who wait."

Todd stared at her in disbelief. She'd brought him right to the brink and then stopped, leaving him in a state of desperate arousal that was almost painful.

"But I was so close," he protested weakly.

"I know exactly how close you were," Mrs. Westbrook said with satisfaction. "That's the point. Now, get in the front seat and take off your shorts and underwear."

Todd's brain struggled to process her words. "What?"

"You heard me," Mrs. Westbrook said calmly, opening the driver's side door. "Front seat. Shorts and underwear off. We have more driving to do, and I want better access."

Todd looked around the parking lot frantically. There were still other customers around, and the gas station was well-lit. Anyone could see into the car if they looked.

"I can't do that here," he whispered urgently. "Someone will see."

"The windows are tinted," Mrs. Westbrook pointed out. "And besides, you'll be sitting down. No one will see anything they shouldn't."

She got into the driver's seat and looked at him expectantly. Todd stood frozen beside the car, his mind reeling. This was insane. He couldn't possibly strip naked in a public parking lot, even inside a car with tinted windows.

But his cock was still throbbing with need, and the memory of Mrs. Westbrook's hand on him was too fresh and too intoxicating to ignore. Against all logic and common sense, he found himself opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat.

Mrs. Westbrook smiled approvingly as he closed the door behind him. "Good boy. Now, shorts first."

Todd's hands shook as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. This was really happening. He was really about to strip naked in Mrs. Westbrook's car, in public, because a woman he barely knew had told him to.

He lifted his hips and pushed his shorts down to his ankles, then kicked them off entirely. The cool air conditioning hit his overheated skin, making him shiver. He was now sitting in Mrs. Westbrook's car wearing only his t-shirt and underwear, his erection clearly visible through the thin cotton fabric.

"Underwear too," Mrs. Westbrook reminded him, starting the engine.

Todd hesitated for just a moment, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, hard and desperate and glistening with precum. He was now completely naked from the waist down, sitting in a car in a public parking lot, and the woman beside him was looking at his exposed flesh with obvious appreciation.

"Perfect," Mrs. Westbrook murmured, reaching over to trail her fingers along his inner thigh. "Absolutely perfect."

Todd's breath hitched as her fingertips danced across his sensitive skin, moving closer to where he needed her touch most. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, the head already slick with precum that had been building throughout their encounter.

Mrs. Westbrook's hand moved with deliberate slowness, her fingernails grazing the crease where his thigh met his groin. The light touch sent electric shocks through his nervous system, making his toes curl against the car's floor mat.

"Look at you," she whispered, her voice thick with appreciation. "So hard, so ready."

Her fingers finally wrapped around his shaft, and Todd's entire body jerked at the contact. Her grip was firm but gentle, her skin soft and warm against his heated flesh. She began stroking him with long, slow movements that had him gasping within seconds.

"Oh god," Todd breathed, his head falling back against the headrest.

"Feel good?" Mrs. Westbrook asked, though his reaction made the answer obvious. Her hand moved from base to tip in measured strokes, her thumb occasionally brushing over the sensitive crown.

Todd could only nod, words failing him as pleasure coursed through his body. Mrs. Westbrook's technique was nothing like his own clumsy attempts at self-pleasure. Her touch was confident and knowing, as if she understood exactly what his body craved.

"You're already leaking," she observed, using her thumb to spread the clear fluid around the head of his cock. "Such a responsive boy. I bet you don't last very long when you do this to yourself."

The combination of her words and her touch was overwhelming. Todd felt his orgasm building embarrassingly quickly, his muscles tensing as the familiar pressure mounted in his groin.

"I'm... I'm getting close," he warned breathlessly.

Mrs. Westbrook's hand immediately stilled, though she didn't release him. "Already? We've barely started."

Todd whimpered at the sudden cessation of movement. His cock throbbed in her grip, desperate for the friction that would push him over the edge.

"Please," he begged. "I need..."

"I know what you need," Mrs. Westbrook said softly. "But you need to learn control first. Stamina. The ability to hold back when a woman wants to play with you."

She began moving her hand again, but slower this time, with lighter pressure.

"Here's what we're going to do," she continued, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "I'm going to drive you home, and you're not going to cum until we get there. If you can manage that, if you can show me you have some self-control, then I'll give you a proper reward."

Todd's eyes widened. "What kind of reward?"

Mrs. Westbrook's smile was wicked. "I'll take your cock in my mouth and let you cum down my throat. Would you like that, Todd? Would you like to feel my lips wrapped around you while you shoot your load?"

The mental image nearly sent him over the edge right then. Todd had fantasized about receiving a blowjob countless times, but the reality of it being offered by this gorgeous older woman was almost too much to process.

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, yes."

"Then you need to be a good boy and hold back," Mrs. Westbrook said firmly. "No matter what I do to you during the drive, you don't cum. Can you do that for me?"

Todd nodded frantically, though he wasn't sure he could actually manage such a feat. His body was already screaming for release, and they hadn't even started driving yet.

Mrs. Westbrook reached into the backseat and pulled out a light jacket, which she draped carefully over Todd's lap. The fabric settled over his erection, hiding it from view while still allowing her access underneath.

"There," she said with satisfaction. "Now no one can see what we're doing."

She put the car in drive and pulled out of the gas station, her right hand immediately returning to Todd's cock beneath the jacket. Her fingers encircled him again, beginning a slow, steady rhythm that had him biting his lip to keep from moaning.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"I... yeah," Todd managed, though comfortable wasn't exactly the word he'd use. Aroused, desperate, overwhelmed - those were more accurate descriptions.

"Good," Mrs. Westbrook said. "Because we have about twenty minutes until we reach your house, and I plan to make every one of them count."

Her hand moved with practiced ease, alternating between firm strokes and light teasing touches that kept Todd constantly on edge. The sensation was incredible, but the setting made it even more intense. Cars passed them on the road, their drivers completely unaware of what was happening in Mrs. Westbrook's car.

"You know," Mrs. Westbrook said thoughtfully, her hand never pausing in its movements, "this reminds me of my ex-husband. He used to love it when I did this during long drives."

Todd's curiosity was piqued despite his arousal. "Really?"

"Oh yes," Mrs. Westbrook confirmed, her grip tightening slightly. "Richard was quite the exhibitionist. He got off on the idea that other drivers might catch a glimpse of what I was doing to him."

She paused at a stop sign, using the moment to adjust her grip and focus more attention on the sensitive head of Todd's cock. He gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily.

"One summer we drove to the coast for vacation," Mrs. Westbrook continued as she resumed driving. "Five hours each way. I spent the entire trip playing with his cock, just like this."

Her hand demonstrated with a particularly skillful twist that made Todd whimper gently.

"He was so proud of himself for the first four hours," she went on. "Kept bragging about his self-control, how he was going to last the whole way. But with just ten minutes left in the drive, he lost it completely. Came all over himself."

Todd could picture the scene vividly, and the mental image combined with Mrs. Westbrook's touch was pushing him dangerously close to his own limit.

"What happened then?" he asked breathlessly.

Mrs. Westbrook's laugh was low and sultry. "I made him walk into the hotel lobby with cum stains on his pants. And since he couldn't control himself for a simple car ride, I didn't let him cum again for the entire week we were there."

The cruelty in her voice sent a thrill through Todd that he didn't fully understand. There was something exciting about the idea of being at her mercy, of having his pleasure controlled by her whims.

"Did he... did he like that?" Todd asked.

"He pretended to hate it," Mrs. Westbrook said, her fingers dancing along his shaft. "But his cock told a different story. The more I denied him, the harder he got. By the end of the week, he was practically begging me to touch him."

Her hand moved faster now, building Todd's arousal to dangerous levels. He gripped the sides of his seat, trying to maintain control as pleasure flooded his system.

"Of course, Richard wasn't my first experience with this kind of play," Mrs. Westbrook continued casually. "I discovered my talent for it much earlier."

"Earlier?" Todd managed to ask.

"When I was about Jessica's age," Mrs. Westbrook said. "Eighteen, just graduated from high school. One of my friends was having a birthday party, and her older brother brought some of his college friends home for the weekend."

Her hand slowed to a torturous pace.

"There was this one boy, Jake, who couldn't stop staring at me all night. He was cute in that awkward college freshman way, but clearly inexperienced. So when we were all watching a movie in the basement, I decided to have some fun."

Todd hung on every word, his imagination filling in the details of the scene Mrs. Westbrook was describing.

"I sat next to him on the couch," she continued. "Innocent enough, right? But then I started letting my hand rest on his thigh during the scary parts of the movie. Just friendly comfort."

Her own hand demonstrated on Todd's thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin that made him shiver.

"Of course, my hand kept wandering higher," Mrs. Westbrook said with a wicked grin. "And poor Jake was trying so hard to be a gentleman, to not react. But I could see his cock getting hard in his jeans."

She squeezed Todd's cock for emphasis, making him gasp.

"By the middle of the movie, I had my hand right over his bulge, rubbing him through his pants while everyone else was focused on the screen. He was practically hyperventilating, trying not to make any noise."

Todd could relate to Jake's predicament all too well. The idea of being teased in a room full of people, trying to maintain composure while experiencing intense arousal, was both terrifying and exciting.

"Did anyone notice?" he asked.

"Not at first," Mrs. Westbrook said. "But Jake was getting more and more worked up. His breathing was getting heavy, and he kept shifting in his seat. I could tell he was getting close."

Her hand sped up on Todd's cock, mimicking what she must have done to Jake all those years ago.

"So I leaned over and whispered in his ear," Mrs. Westbrook continued. "I told him exactly what I was going to do to him if he could just hold on until the movie was over. All the dirty things I wanted to try with him."

Todd's imagination ran wild with possibilities. What had eighteen-year-old Mrs. Westbrook whispered to drive Jake to distraction?

"But the poor boy couldn't handle it," Mrs. Westbrook said with mock sympathy. "Right there in the middle of the living room, with eight other people around, he came in his pants. Made this little whimpering sound and just lost control completely."

Todd felt his own control slipping as Mrs. Westbrook's hand worked him with increasing intensity. The story was incredibly arousing, and he could feel his orgasm building despite his efforts to hold back.

"Everyone turned to look at him," Mrs. Westbrook continued relentlessly. "They could tell something had happened, but they couldn't figure out what. Jake was mortified, trying to cover the wet spot on his jeans with a pillow."

Her grip tightened, and Todd knew he was in serious trouble. .

"I'm getting close," he warned desperately.

"Already?" Mrs. Westbrook asked with feigned surprise. "But I haven't even told you about my brother yet."

Her hand slowed just enough to keep Todd from going over the edge. He was trapped in that maddening space between arousal and cumming, his body screaming for release.

"Your brother?" he gasped.

"Oh yes," Mrs. Westbrook said with a smile. "That was where I really learned what I was capable of. I was sixteen, he was eighteen, and our parents had gone out for the evening."

Todd's eyes widened. Mrs. Westbrook was about to tell him a story about her own brother, and from the tone of her voice, it was going to be just as inappropriate as the others.

"We were having a movie night with some friends," she continued, her hand maintaining that torturous pace on Todd's cock. "The couch was crowded, so I ended up sitting on my brother's lap. Perfectly innocent, right?"

Nothing about Mrs. Westbrook's tone suggested innocence.

"But I was wearing this short skirt," she went on. "And I kept shifting around, trying to get comfortable. Of course, every time I moved, I could feel him getting harder underneath me."

Todd's imagination supplied vivid details of the scene. A teenage Mrs. Westbrook, probably just as beautiful as she was now, unknowingly arousing her own brother through innocent contact.

"At first I thought it was an accident," Mrs. Westbrook said. "Boys that age get hard from anything, right? But then I realized I could control it. Every time I shifted my weight or adjusted my position, I could feel him respond."

Her hand on Todd's cock mimicked the movements she was describing, grinding against him in a way that made his vision blur with pleasure.

"So I started doing it on purpose," she admitted with a wicked grin. "Little movements that looked completely innocent to everyone else in the room, but were driving him absolutely crazy."

Todd could picture it perfectly. Mrs. Westbrook's teenage body moving subtly against her brother's lap, creating friction that would have been torture for an eighteen-year-old boy trying to maintain composure in front of friends.

"He kept trying to shift me to a different position," Mrs. Westbrook continued. "But I would just settle right back where I was, right on top of his hard cock. I could feel it throbbing through his jeans."

Her hand squeezed Todd's cock for emphasis, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.

"By the end of the movie, he was a complete mess," Mrs. Westbrook said with satisfaction. "Sweating, breathing hard, trying desperately not to move. And then, just as the credits started rolling, I ground down against him one more time."

She demonstrated the motion with her hand, twisting her grip in a way that made Todd's entire body jerk with pleasure.

"He came instantly," Mrs. Westbrook said triumphantly. "Right there with all his friends around, he shot his load in his pants while his little sister sat on his lap. The poor thing was so embarrassed he could barely speak for the rest of the night."

Todd was panting now, his orgasm building to critical levels despite his efforts to hold back. Mrs. Westbrook's stories were incredibly arousing, but they were also serving a purpose. She was showing him that she had years of experience driving men to distraction, that his current predicament was just the latest in a long line of sexual conquests.

"The best part," Mrs. Westbrook continued, seemingly oblivious to Todd's distress, "was that none of his friends ever figured out what happened. They just thought he was feeling sick or something."

Her hand moved faster now, building Todd's arousal to dangerous levels. He could feel his control slipping, his body preparing for the release it had been denied for so long.

"Please," he begged. "I can't... I'm going to..."

"Not yet," Mrs. Westbrook said firmly, her hand immediately slowing to barely perceptible movements. "We're not home yet, and I haven't finished my story."

Todd whimpered in frustration. He was so close, so desperately close, and Mrs. Westbrook was keeping him right on the edge with maddening precision.