Dana eased herself into the hot water and rested her arms on the sides of the tub. She sighed and closed her eyes while she tried to relax fully. It had been a few days since the revelation about Carl and she was finally able to think about it without crying.
In the end, it came down to one thing - did she deserve to be happy or not? She wasn't sure yet what to do about Carl, but she knew that she was going to start by taking her needs into her own hands, literally.
Dana was not completely sure what she needed to do but she was having success in the tub the last time, so it was as good a start as any.
She reached up and caressed her breasts with both hands. It felt good, but also a little awkward. She felt a little silly trying this at her age and that feeling was cutting into her enjoyment.
She stopped and took a deep breath, trying to still her brain. She reached up and lightly stroked the side of her neck as Paul had demonstrated on her a few days earlier. Once again, it felt nice, but it wasn't the same as when Paul had done it.
Dana was not willing to give up so easily this time. She started to imagine that it was not her hands, but those of a man. At first, it was Paul that she imagined but she shook that off and tried to picture a random, faceless, lean man in his 20s. They had just been out on a date and were now at his place. As she slipped into the fantasy, her body started to respond.
As her fingertips moved down her neck and onto her upper chest, she felt an increased sensitivity in her skin. Her nipples tightened and she felt a kind of pressure building in her breasts, waiting to be relieved.
This time, as her hands slipped over her breasts, she felt a thrill of sensation. She cupped them in each hand and squeezed lightly, the pressure turning to pleasure. She rubbed her nipples softly and breathed out a quiet moan.
Dana's nipples responded further to her touch, the stiff peaks so hard they were now throbbing. She flicked one of her fingers over a nub and felt a tingle in her nether regions. She continued playing with her breast using her left hand while her right hand started moving downward, searching out more places that she might like to be touched.
She caressed her stomach lightly and then moved lower still. She slid her hand, palm flat against her skin, over the front of her right hip and thigh. Then she raised her hand so that just her fingertips maintained contact and started running them back up along the inside of her thigh.
As she did so, she lost the image of the generic man in her head and instead pictured Paul again. She was no longer in someone else's home but was now in her kitchen, sitting on a chair. Paul was touching her while Jenna looked on.
Dana gasped as her pleasure level jumped higher and her sex clenched. A jolt ran through her body when her fingers finally touched her aching womanhood.
"Oh my god," she thought as her fantasy followed suit, "Paul is touching my vagina! No, he's touching my pussy!" Just thinking the word for the first time in her life made her more excited than she had ever been.
The sensations threatened to overwhelm her as she ran her fingers through her slit. Everything was so sensitive down there that she couldn't believe she hadn't been able to feel anything before.
Dana rubbed her fingers all over, caressing the coarse hair, the swollen lips and the rim of her opening. It all felt so good that she didn't know where to concentrate, until her fingers brushed against a firm nub near the top of her slit. Her hips jerked and she exhaled forcefully as the pleasure spiked hard.
"What is that?" she wondered as she explored the bump with her fingers, running them around and over it. Her breathing was coming in short bursts and she felt a sharp increase in desire beyond what was already the highlight of her limited sexual experience.
Finally, she could take the wait no longer and slid her index finger inside her pussy. As the rapturous feeling of penetration hit her for the first time, she cried out, "Yes, Paul, fuck me!"
Saying it out loud startled her and encouraged her at the same time. She began to saw her finger in and out of her pussy at an increasing speed, her rapid movements splashing water everywhere. The pleasure built as she attacked her cunt with one hand while squeezing her breasts and nipples alternatingly with the other. She felt something building deep inside and concentrated on continuing her motions with no deviation, afraid to lose whatever it was that was coming. In her mind, she had a clear picture of Paul and Jenna encouraging her.
"Huh, huh, huh!" She started making sounds with each exhalation as the feelings built to a crescendo, and finally released a wail when her first ever orgasm hit. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Her body bucked and shuddered as the feelings ripped through her.
The orgasm had barely passed and she had not yet gotten her breath back when someone started pounding on the bathroom door.
"Dana," Carl called out. "What's going on in there, did you fall or something?"
Dana thought bitterly, "Of course he doesn't recognize that sound, he's never done anything remotely like that to me."
"I'm fine," she said, "don't worry about it."
"If you are fine, then keep it down in there. I'm trying to watch TV." She heard him walk down the hall towards the living room.
As she dried herself off, Dana considered the implications of her fantasy. She didn't want to be in a romantic relationship with her son, more like she just enjoyed the added excitement of imagining his involvement. She knew that she didn't have any other positive sexual experience to draw from aside from the one with Paul and Jenna, so perhaps that was where the thought came from.
She felt such a strong connection with them now that they had helped her in such an intimate and life-changing way. She felt a little guilty, but more than that she felt a desire for more. Could she convince Paul and Jenna to teach her further?
*******
Paul had just gotten home from work when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and then answered. "Hi mom, what's up?"
"Hi Paul, I was just calling to see if you and Jenna wanted to come over to visit on Saturday? I can make dinner but you can come over as early as you like."
"I'll have to check with Jenna but I think we are free." Paul couldn't help but wish that his mom had been calling for another reason. "Do you want us to bring anything?"
"Just your appetites," she replied. "I'll see you then."
Paul hung up and wryly thought of one appetite he would be bringing, though he couldn't tell his mom that. He entertained a brief fantasy of giving his mom a little more 'help', but didn't think that was likely.
When Jenna came home, Paul let her know about his mom's invitation. "I didn't think we had anything else we were doing on Saturday, but if I am forgetting something or you would rather do something else this weekend I can call her back."
"No," she said quickly, "we should definitely go. Do you know if your dad will be there?"
"Shit, I didn't even think of that," Paul thought.
"She didn't say. He probably will be." He saw Jenna's disappointed look and assumed she just didn't want to put up with his dad's usual attitude.
"Okay, I guess we can catch up with him, too," she said. "I wonder if she has made any progress with him. I wanted to call and ask her but I didn't want to pressure her if she is nervous about it."
"Maybe she did and this is a 'thank you' dinner." Paul didn't like thinking of his parents screwing, but if it made his mom happy then it was a good thing. He squashed the feeling of disappointment at the idea that his mom might not need any more help from him.