“Are you ready?” I asked.
She sat up a little and looked at me: “For what?”
I pointed at my still-stiff boner and said, “To get on top of me. We can do it like that best on the couch here.”
“You mean intercourse?”
“Yeah. That.”
“Me and you? Intercourse?”
“Uh-huh. Don’t you want to?”
“Want to, maybe. But I can’t allow myself to actually have full intercourse with my daughter’s boyfriend. That’s a line I just won’t cross. Period.”
“Come on,” I said. “Look at what we’ve done together already, Joan.”
“No, Mike. That’s a definite, hard no.”
“Joan, get on top of me. Don’t you want to feel me inside you? Don’t you want me to cum inside you? I want to know my cum is somewhere deep inside your body. That beautiful body.”
“No. My daughter. I couldn’t bear that. I don’t know why, but what we’ve done doesn’t make me feel guilty. That would.”
“Just get on top and rub yourself against me.”
“I’d be afraid I couldn’t stop myself. Mike, you have to know a part of me really wants to. A part of me wants you to be the only other man I’ve made love to. You see, it was only Mr. Branch … my Frank that I could do that with. And I want to do that with you, for myself, surely, but also because I want to please you sexually. I want to satisfy you like you satisfied me. Not because I owe you that, but as a woman, I feel a need to please my man.”
I didn’t say anything for a while and thought about what she said.
She added, ” And another thing is fear.”
“You’re afraid? You don’t have to be afraid of me. Not in any way. Not ever.”
She kissed me. “You, dear boy, no—I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of THAT!” She pointed at my penis.
“I’d be gentle,” I said.
“I’m sure you would, but it would take a lot of coaxing, not just my mind, but my body, to accept that length, that girth. I honestly don’t know if i could do it. Mr. Branch, God rest his soul, wasn’t half your size. His seemed just right for me. Comfortable.”
“And he satisfied you with that?”
“I had a different idea of satisfaction back then. I had a false impression of what a woman should feel. Certainly, I didn’t know what a true orgasm was. You taught an ignorant woman about that. Now my body recognizes it, and craves it.”
“I’m glad you finally found what your body is capable of.”
“Mike, Mr. Branch passed away twelve years ago, and I’m ashamed to say I didn’t have sex with him for the last year of his life. That makes it thirteen years since I’ve had intercourse. I’m not ready, not mentally or physically. Can you understand that?”
“I guess. It’s just kind of frustrating at this point.” My cock hadn’t heard it wasn’t going to do any fucking today, and stayed rock solid.
“Remember I said a woman wants to satisfy a man?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to make you ejaculate,” she said as she slipped to the floor on her knees between my legs. She took hold of my cock and began to jerk me off. She meant business right from the start.
“Easy,” I said. “Slow at first so I can enjoy it.”
“Sorry. I guess I’m not very sophisticated about sex. Not as much as I had thought. Be patient with me. I’ll learn. I’ll make it a point to become better at this. I really want to please you, Mike. I really do.”