"Ummm, you feel nice." Ed kissed her gently. "Cold, honey?"
Pauline shook her head. "Not as long as you're around."
"Well then, I guess I'll have to stick around, just to keep you warm."
"Do you mean it, Ed? I mean, I don't know you all that well, and you don't know me, but…" Pauline stumbled to a halt.
Ed grinned at her. "I like my meat rare and my women hot. What do you like?"
Pauline trembled and then hugged him fiercely. "I like my meat rare and my men… or man, I should say, hard."
"Well, we're compatible! Easy, wasn't it?" Pauline nodded. "Oh yes, it…" She found herself crying with happiness. She wanted more than a casual cock, and her son had brought it home to her without lifting a finger!
"It's all right, Pauline. It really is."
"I know," Pauline sobbed. "That's why I'm crying, you big jerk!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alex rang the doorbell at Joan's house with a feeling of reluctance. He was horny, scared, nervous, hot and cold, all at the same time.
"Hi, Alex, come on in." Doris opened the door and smiled at him.
Inside Joan was sitting on the couch, dressed in a skirt and blouse. Alex saw that she was wearing a bra and somehow it steadied him a little bit.
"Sit down by Joan, honey. I want to talk to both of you." Doris shut the door and watched the two of them for a moment.
"Well, here we are, and you two look scared shitless." Doris sat down in the chair across from the couch. She crossed her legs, giving them both an excellent view of her crotch as she did so.
"Joan, I've been talking to you and at you for the past week, so you can relax. Alex, I'm not going to say much, but you better listen!"
Alex gulped and nodded.
Doris sighed. "Honey, you are a hell of a big man, physically. How you measure up emotionally is something else."
"Mama, Alex is okay, really!" Joan was blushing slightly.
"Shut up, Joan," Doris said kindly. "Alex, I'm going to leave in a few minutes and you two kids will be on your own. Whatever you do, or don't do, is your own business, but if Joan says 'don't', she means it – understand?"
Alex nodded. He reached out and clasped Joan's hand, squeezing it gently. Joan squeezed back, smiling at him.
"Okay, one last hint: take your time – both of you! It's far more fun when you do, believe me."
Doris got up and walked over to the couch. She bent over and gave Joan a quick hug and a kiss. Turning to Alex she hugged him and then dropped her hand into his lap, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.
"Okay, stud, go to it." She straightened, picked up her purse and went out the door, closing and locking it behind her.
The two teenagers heaved sighs of relief and then laughed.
"I… I'm scared," Joan said after a moment.
Alex, his elbows on his knees, raised his head and looked at her. "We don't have to, you know."
Joan nodded. "I know, but I want to, Alex. I really want to make it all the way with you."
They sat apart for a moment and then Joan got up and went into the kitchen. She brought back two bottles of beer and set them on the coffee table.
"I… I really don't want it," she confessed. "But Mom said we could if we wanted and…"
Alex picked up the bottle in front of him and toyed with it, making little marks on the moisture beading the glass. He looked at Joan, who blushed and smoothed her skirt unnecessarily.
"It all seems so… so cold-blooded. We're supposed to get undressed and then I stick it into you and that's it. I wish…" Alex trailed off.
"What do you wish?" Joan leaned forward and put her arm around him, her breast pressing against him.
"I wish we could have done it all ourselves. That's what I wish."
"We almost did," Joan giggled. "If Mom hadn't come roaring through the bushes like a fire truck, you'd have done it to me last week!"
Alex laughed and nodded. "Remember how your shorts tore? Gee, you looked great standing there in the water!"
Joan looked at herself. This nice blouse and bra and the neat skirt weren't her at all. She'd put them on at her mother's insistence, but the idea still rankled.
"Excuse me." She got up suddenly and ran to her room.
Tearing off the blouse, the bra and the skirt, Joan stood naked except for her panties. She pulled on an old, scruffy pair of cut-offs that were too small for her, and a halter that was even thinner then the one she'd worn the previous weekend. She brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Much better," she decided aloud.
"Hey, you look great!" Alex grinned with pleasure as she bounced back on the sofa.
"I feel better, too," Joan admitted candidly. "I hate getting all dressed up!"
Alex slid his arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Joan turned her head and opened her mouth for his tongue.
Alex felt his cock stirring, and he gently cupped one of her breasts, his fingers feeling for the nipple. Joan moaned against his mouth and dropped her hand into his lap, gently touching the heavy bulge of his cock.
"Ohhh, Alex, kiss my titties." Joan untied the top of her halter and Alex pulled the cloth away from her heavy breasts, staring at the rapidly thickening nipples.
He bent his head and Joan hissed with pleasure as his tongue touched her hot flesh.
"Ohhhhh, Alex, you're so nice!" She held his head against her breasts, rocking back and forth as his mouth moved from one to the other, driving her wild.
"I want to touch you," she said breathlessly. "Please, Alex, let me touch you, too."
Alex unzipped his pants and Joan's hand darted inside, feeling for the big, hard cock she wanted so much.
"Ummm, you're nice and hard and hot!" she gasped.
"Ohh, you're hot, too." Alex lifted his mouth from her tits and kissed her belly.
Joan squealed with pleasure and smiled as Alex unzipped her shorts. There was a momentary tangle and then Joan got her shorts and panties off and was naked except for the halter around her chest.
Alex stared at the dark thatch of hair between her legs and licked his lips nervously.
"Alex, if you go down on me, I promise I'll suck you. I really will." Joan opened her legs, her fingers busy on the hot length of his prick.
Alex kissed her on the mouth, then each nipple. He slid down to the floor and moved between her legs. Joan shifted herself so that her ass was right on the edge of the sofa, her wet cunt thrusting out at him invitingly.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
Joan reached around her legs and gently pulled the lips of her pussy open to expose the pink, moist inner flesh.
"Wow, yeah!" Alex buried his face in her muff, his tongue licking busily.
"Ohhh… Alex, you it… OH! Alex, don't… I… ahhhh!" Joan screamed in surprise. She didn't realize how horny she was, and the sudden assault of his tongue on her pussy sent a wave of heat roaring through her. She shuddered and then relaxed slightly, her heart pounding from the reaction.
Alex hadn't stopped, and Joan barely had time to catch her breath before she felt her entire body began to tense. She shut her eyes, her fingers gently rolling the hot, rubbery nipples back and forth in time to the tongue in her pussy slit. Her breath started coming in short, sharp gasps and then there was a brief instant when everything went black.
"Uhhhhh… Ohhh, Alex… I…ahhhhhh!!" Joan screamed as another orgasm ripped through her belly. She lifted her legs in the air and spread them apart to give him more access to her cunt.
"Alex…ohhh, do it!! I'm gonna come!! I… ahhhhh!!" Joan screamed again and again, her body jerking violently. She grabbed his head and pulled it hard against her drooling pussy, not letting him stop for a second.
"Ohhh… I… oh, Alex, that was wonderful!" Joan sobbed with relief.