The air conditioning in my mom’s car was on full blast, but it barely made a dent in the sweltering Miami heat. It was the middle of a long, hot summer, and even with the windows rolled up, the sun seemed determined to bake everything in sight. I sat in the passenger seat, wearing as little as possible - a short skirt and a tiny tank top - trying to stay cool.

“You sure you’re ready?” My mom asked, glancing over at me as she steered the car toward the driving school.

“Yeah” I said, trying to sound calm, though my stomach was doing anxious flips. After eighteen years of waiting, the moment had finally arrived: I was about to learn to drive. No more relying on my mom for rides to the beach or anywhere else. Soon, I'd have my own license and my own freedom.

We pulled into the parking lot of the driving school, and the sight of the building made my nerves flare up again. Mom parked the car, and I saw my instructor, a man in his mid-30s, standing by one of the driving school vehicles. He had a relaxed smile and a confident presence that made him seem oddly attractive.

“That must be Mr. Parker” Mom said as she turned off the engine. “You’ll do great, Ally. Just listen to him and do whatever he tells you.”

I nodded, opening the door and stepping out into the Miami heat. The sun hit me immediately, and I could feel the warmth radiating from the pavement. I could already feel sweat starting to build on every part of my body. Mom gave me a quick hug before heading back to the car. "I’ll pick you up in two hours. Be safe!"

“Thanks” I mumbled, watching her drive off. I was on my own now.

“Hi, Ally” Mr. Parker said as I approached. His smile was warm and inviting, and I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on me for just a second longer than necessary. “Ready for your first lesson?”

“Yeah, I think so” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush slightly. My nerves were still there, but there was also an unexpected thrill at being so close to an experienced older man. I grew up without a dad for most of my life, so I always saw older men in a different light.

“Good. Let’s get you behind the wheel” he said, his voice smooth and encouraging. He gestured toward the car with a confident nod.

I followed him over to the vehicle, feeling a mix of excitement and something else I couldn’t quite place. As I climbed into the driver’s seat, the proximity of Mr. Parker made me aware of his presence, his musky scent of rosemary and something else. The way he adjusted his seat and settled next to me seemed casual, but I couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances he gave me.

“First things first” he said, leaning slightly toward me as I adjusted the seat. “Let’s get you comfortable. Adjust your seat, mirrors, and get familiar with the controls.”

I nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. As I fumbled with the controls, I could feel Mr. Parker’s gaze on me, his eyes lingering a bit too long on my chest. When I finally adjusted everything to my liking, he gave me a reassuring smile. "I should have worn a bra" I thought to myself, noticing my breasts were visible between the seat belt.

“Now, put your foot on the brake and start the car.”

I pressed down on the brake, feeling the slight resistance, and turned the key. The engine roared to life, sending a thrill through me - not just from the excitement of driving, but also from the proximity of Mr. Parker. His voice was calm and steady, guiding me through each step.

“Good,” he said. “This is the gear shifter.” He explained while taking my hand and placing it on the shift. “It’s a little thick and hard, but don’t be afraid. Hold the shift in your hand” he said with an amused tone. “Now, shift into drive and slowly take your foot off the brake.”

I followed his instructions, feeling the car move forward. The contact of his hand against mine sent a shiver down my spine. I might have been imagining it, but it seemed like he was playing with my fingers while his hand was guiding me on the gear shifter.

As we drove from the parking lot onto quiet roads, he finally said, “Okay, let’s have you try to park the car head-on. Take a right here into Costco and head into their service parking lot. There’s usually nobody there.”

I did as instructed and parked the car. ‘Well done,’ Mr. Parker said, patting me on my exposed thigh, leaving his hand there longer than needed. He moved his fingers towards my inner thigh and began to stroke my leg softly. It felt good, and I made a little moaning sound. It was nice to feel an experienced man's hands on me, after all those clumsy boys in high school. His fingers began to explore underneath the fabric of my skirt, inching towards my panties.

I started to get wet as I felt his fingers run over my panties and his thumb reach my pussy and lightly stroke it. I couldn't bear the sensation, and I moaned again, this time much louder. I looked down, and I saw my nipples become fully hard behind my tank top.

"Oh my good, it feels so good" I glanced over at Mr. Parker, biting my lower lip. He took it as a sign to continue, as I felt his fingers sliding my panties to the side, and inserting his fingers into my wet bare pussy. He thrust his thumb inside me, enjoying the feeling of my tight young pussy. He took out his thumb and slowly shoved his fingers into me. I moaned again as my breathing quickened. I started to hump my hips against his hand, wanting him to make me cum right there in the car.

"Fuck. You’re so beautiful. I love blue-eyed blonde students" Mr. Parker said. "Let’s move to the back seat. Climb there and lie down. I’ll be there in a second." Not entirely sure what he had in mind, I did as he instructed. Soon after, he opened the back door. "Please fuck me!" I shouted. He didn’t wait long. He undid his belt and pants and positioned himself on top of me.

"Get ready, little girl. You're about to find out how a real cock feels like" Mr. Parker said and slid his cock deep into my young pussy.

He slid all the way in very easily, I must have been very wet from his fingers. He smiled and pulled out slowly.

"God Damn, your pussy is incredible. I feel like my dick is sliding into a warm velvet glove." Mr. Parker said and slid back in.

I closed my eyes as he started to hammer me. I could feel my boobs bouncing as he kept ripping his cock in and out of me. I heard my phone ringing and reached for it. "Oh no, it’s my mom. I need to answer it. We have a rule that I must respond to her calls, and she has an app to track my location."

"Good morning, honey" my mom’s voice came through the phone.

"Good morning, Mommy" I replied.

"Honey, I see on the app that you’ve been at the same location for 15 minutes now. Is everything okay? Is Mr. Parker treating you well?" she asked, unaware of what was really happening.

"Yes, Mommy" I answered.

"Did Mr. Parker finish teaching you already?" she asked.

"Not yet, he's still in me. I mean with me!" I corrected myself quickly, feeling his cock going inside me again and again.

"OK, good. Can I speak to him please?" Mommy asked

I gave the phone to Mr. Parker and he kept fucking me while talking to my mom.

"Yes. Your daughter is a natural at driving, taking all the turns nice and tight." I heard him say while he pushed his cock into me again.

"Yeah, they grow up so fast. Your daughter is really becoming a woman" he said with a smile.

Mr. Parker handed me back my phone and began to fuck me slowly again.

"Hi, Mommy" I said.

"Mr. Parker sounds like a very nice guy. Just do what he tells you and be careful."

"Okay, goodbye, Mommy" I replied.

I hung up the call as Mr. Parker groaned and filled my pussy with his cum. He pulled out slowly and I felt my pussy leak his cum onto the seat of the car. 

"Oh my God, I can’t believe you were fucking me while I was on the phone with my mom," I said.

"Yeah, your mom had no idea I was deep inside her sweet little girl the whole time. I wanted to tell her that her little girl was one of the best fucks I've ever had." Mr. Parker said.

We quickly got dressed and got into the front of the car. I tried to fix my outfit as much as I could before we head back to the driving school. My mom was already there, waiting for me

“How was your first lesson? Your hair looks messy, and you’re blushing a bit. Do you feel okay?” she asked in a worried tone.

"Yeah, I’m good" I said, thinking to myself that my mom just paid money for her little girl to get fucked in the back seat of a car by a 30s something old guy.

We had a few more driving lessons, and Mr. Parker also taught me how to give a roadhead while he sat in the driver seat and how to pull the passenger seat all the way back so I could ride him more easily. A week later, I passed the driving test and finally got my license!