"Well, now you know what it will feel like when Alex shoots a load of cum inside you. Now you keep pulling your tips open as far as you can until it starts to hurt. After a while you'll be able to pull them way wide apart, and then…" Doris gave her a mischievous grin.
Joan grinned back. She reached around her legs, her fingers gripping the hair-fringed lips of her pussy and pulling gently, farther and farther apart. Another gush of hot water made her gasp, but she didn't come again.
"Twice more and that'll be enough for tonight." Doris watched the eager teenager closely, but Joan didn't seem to be in pain.
"Okay, honey, now for step two. Out of the tub, quick."
"Now what?" The dripping teenager smiled at her mother.
"Now for the really important exercise. Bend over and put your hands on the toilet seat. No, don't bend your knees, Joan keep them straight. That's it. Now squat. Good, up. Okay. Now spread your legs apart a little and do the same thing five times. The deeper you squat, the more it will pull you pussy open."
Joan looked over her shoulder and nodded. She did as she was told and Doris watched the girl's ass cheeks spread farther and farther apart.
"Ow! I think I overdid it that time."
Doris gave her daughter a hug. "Let's stop for the night. How do you feel, baby?"
Joan hugged her mother back. "Horny," she admitted. She began drying herself off while Doris sat on the toilet seat, smoking a cigarette.
"Umm, I feel real… I don't know, but I like it!" The girl grinned enthusiastically.
Doris returned Joan's grin. "Here, turn around and I'll dry your back," she offered.
CHAPTER SIX
By an unspoken agreement Alex and Joan avoided each other during the week that followed. They both realized that if left alone, even for a couple of minutes, nature would take its course, and Joan wasn't ready for that yet.
Doris and Pauline were happy with the agreement, but for different reasons; Doris wanted to be sure Joan was ready, and Pauline ached to have Alex all to herself.
The rush of work made Pauline's plan fail. Every night found her working until nearly midnight, then going home exhausted to fall into bed, alone, and sleep. It wasn't until the Saturday after the picnic that she was rested enough to actively go after Alex.
Late Saturday afternoon, Pauline, fresh from a nap, stepped out of the shower. She dried herself and then dressed carefully. Alex had gone out to play baseball with some friends, but would be home for dinner.
"And I'll be ready," she murmured to herself.
She put on a loose blouse that would expose her breasts each time she bent over slightly. With no bra on, Pauline knew Alex would keep his eyes on her every second. Her skirt was equally revealing. It was a wrap-around, which she put on with the slit in front. Whenever she crossed her legs, Alex would see she had no panties on, and Pauline intended to cross her legs quite often.
Shortly after six, Pauline heard the key in the front door. She looked at the door, a smile on her face, ready to greet her son.
"Mom, could Mr. Anderson use the phone?"
Pauline got up, flustered. "Certainly, dear." Pauline smiled at the newcomer, a tall man in his early forties.
"I'm sorry to barge in like this, Mrs. Norris, but I was giving your son a lift home and as we got to the corner, my car decided to go on strike, or something. It just won't run."
Pauline liked his looks. He wasn't handsome, but there was something about the way he moved that was attractive, a sense of enormous strength that she liked very much.
"Mr. Anderson watches us play sometimes and shows us how to do things the right way. He used to be a pro ballplayer," Alex said.
The tall man looked up from the phone book and corrected Alex. "Only one season, Alex. Don't make it sound so important."
"Yeah, but you played for the Dodgers!"
"For a Dodger farm team. There's a big difference, believe me." He bent his head again, looking for a phone number.
Pauline walked into the kitchen, discreetly holding the front of her skirt so it would flap open to reveal her naked pussy. Once out of sight, she quickly adjusted the skirt so that she could cross her legs without fear of exposing herself.
"Hello, Ace Towing? Got a job for you."
Even his voice sounded nice, Pauline thought. She wished there were some way she could get to know him better.
Hell, he's probably married with four kids and wife who fucks like a mink, she thought.
"Well, that's taken care of. The tow truck will be along in about half an hour and they'll tow the car to my regular mechanic's place. He'll see it on Monday and call me at work, wanting to know why I didn't junk the beast."
Pauline laughed. The more he spoke, the more she liked him.
"You can call your home if you want, and let your wife know what happened," Pauline suggested.
He shrugged. "No need. I'm not married." Pauline put her hand on her stomach. Suddenly her insides were fluttering madly. She hadn't felt this way since she was a girl. Not even Alex's cock had set up this reaction.
"W… would you care to stay for dinner?"
"I'd like that very much. I'm a poor cook at best, and eating out gets tiresome after a while. Incidentally, my name is Ed."
"And I'm Pauline."
"And I'm hungry," Alex grinned.
"Go wash your hands then. Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes. Ed, or, I hope you like chicken."
"Love it. Can I do anything to help, or should I just stay out of the way?"
"You can talk to me," Pauline smiled.
"Fine. I'm inherently lazy and talking is far easier than working."
Pauline fixed a larger salad and put out more bread to make up for the lack of chicken. As she moved around the kitchen she was constantly aware of Ed, his long legs carefully drawn back out of her way, sitting at the table.
"Does Alex play baseball well? I honestly can't tell."
"Well enough. He's a little slow at times doesn't see the obvious, but that's true of everyone."
Pauline took the silverware out of the drawer and began setting the table. As she neared him she suddenly realized he could see down the front of her blouse.
And she didn't have a bra on! He could see her tits and her nipples – everything! As she tried to cover her momentary confusion, Pauline realized something else she was blushing, and she could feel her nipples getting hard!
Pauline straightened up, aware that her nipples were thrusting against the fabric of her blouse. She turned toward the sink and stared out the window, uncertain of herself.
The phone rang and Alex called, "I'll get it!"
"If that's Joan, tell her you'll call her back. We're just about to eat."
"Hello…? Hi, Phil! Hey, what's happening…? Yeah, I'd like that! Wait a minute, I'll ask. Mom?" Alex looked at Pauline. "Phil says there's going to be a sneak preview at the Royal tonight. It starts at eight. Okay if I go?"
"Why don't we all go?" Ed suggested.
Pauline looked at him. She didn't know what to say. Suddenly she was tossed back twenty years, out on a first date with a boy she really liked.
"I mean," Ed smiled, "you're going to feed me, so it's only fair."
"I… I'd like that." To her shame Pauline realized she was blushing furiously!
"Phil, yeah. I guess I'll meet you at the show. Yeah, see you there. Bye."
Alex, obviously put out at the idea of his mother coming along, hung up the phone hard.
"What's the film? Does your friend know?" Ed looked at the teenager.
"Yeah, some adventure flick. Lots a action and stuff."
"Oh." Pauline sighed. She hated action films.
"Tell you what – why don't you and I go to the Lux, they're showing some musical, I think." Ed looked at Pauline questioningly.
"I… I'd like that," Pauline admitted. "Right now, who's ready for dinner?"