Dorsai - Taxi

Perhaps a couple of minutes of awkward silence passed before Carol looked at her mother and hesitantly observed "When Jim started to, um, be in you, it looked like he was taking longer than the guys in that movie did."

"He was", Ellen answered. "He knew that it's been a long time since I've been with a man, so he was going slowly so I wouldn't be uncomfortable. If we women aren't with a man often enough, we get smaller inside. By going as slow as he was, he was letting me stretch to fit him a little bit at a time, instead of all at once. Because the women in those movies are having sex all the time, they don't have that problem except with the very large men."

Blushing slightly, Carol said "I saw that Jim isn't as big as most of the guys in the movie."

A slight nudge let Ellen know that I wanted to field that one, so she let me tell Carol "That's another one of those movie things. Most men wish that they were larger than they are because they think that 'bigger' equals 'better' – it's one of those 'guy things'. So it helps them with their fantasy when the men in adult movies are big. I'm about average in size, and I'm fine with that."

Ellen added "And I was fine with it, too, as I'm sure you noticed." Carol blushed furiously as Ellen continued "Dear, it isn't how big the man is, or any tricks he might know. What really matters is whether or not he wants to make you feel good, too – and Jim certainly wanted to with me! If you still want Jim to be with you" – "I do!", Carol exclaimed before blushing again – "then he'll be as patient and slow as you need him to be, and I don't doubt for a moment that he'll show you that he wants to make you happy, too. I'm not the least bit reluctant to tell you that you don't have to be afraid or nervous about being with him."

Carol looked at me as if she needed confirmation; when I smiled and nodded to her, she looked relieved – even as she started blushing again.

Another couple of minutes of silence went by before Ellen said "I think it's about time for Jim and I to clean up a bit. So if there isn't anything else?", the last directed to Carol, who simply shook her head. When Ellen started to pull the towel out from between her legs and underneath herself, Carol quickly got to her feet and moved to the foot of the bed so that she wasn't in our way. Ellen and I were soon on our feet, and held hands as we made our way to my bathroom. Once the door was closed behind us, I was surprised when Ellen suddenly turned and wrapped her arms around me. I didn't hesitate to put my arms around her, and listened as she told me "I have never been so embarrassed in my life! I'd completely forgotten about her, and got so involved with you that I just… let myself go. My own daughter has watched me have some of the best sex of my life, with a man that isn't her father, and then seen as I've had his semen dribbling out of me – and I've had to just LAY there and discuss it with her afterward!" before she started quietly crying.

After rubbing her back and offering what words of reassurance and consolation I could, her tears began to taper off a bit. When I'd thought about what I wanted to say, and how, I told her "Ellen, all you've done has been what you had to do to keep her from making what I'm sure you know would have been one of the biggest mistakes she could have made in her life. Yes, she just saw you have sex with someone and enjoy it. Instead of being embarrassed all that, maybe you should think about what it TOLD her."

Somewhat muffled, I heard Ellen's "What's that?"

"It told her that it's something that she should enjoy; and if it's something she should enjoy, do you think she's going to be anywhere near as willing to be with a guy if she doesn't know what he's going to be like and if he'll treat her the way she thinks he should? After hearing and understanding the things that we said to each other, don't you think she's going to understand that what we had was something special – and that it should be special for her, too? When you did discuss it with her afterward, can't you figure that she's going to know that while sex isn't something to be ashamed of, it IS something to be treated seriously – maybe even more than she has before?"

Somewhat calmer, Ellen listened as I continued "You just told her that you knew that I'd try to make her feel good, too – and I will. As patient and easy as you know I'll be with her, do you think she'll put up with anything less from other guys?"

Ellen gave a small shake of her head, and I hugged her before finishing "I don't doubt that it was embarrassing and all that for you – it was for me, too, afterward. But I expect that everything you and I have been through has accomplished exactly what it was supposed to, and what you hoped it would. Knowing that, was the rest of it too high of a price to pay?"

Several seconds went by before Ellen answered "It was a high price, but no, not too high." She let me hold her for a little longer before pulling back a little to look at me and say "I'm going to have to remember to start calling you whenever I'm feeling bad, or having problems. This philosophy thing of yours works pretty good."

I grinned at her, and asked "You know what else philosophy tells me?"

She shook her head, and I told her "That it's time for us to get cleaned up. I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine…"

Laughing, Ellen told me "Deal!"

That was how I ended up with Ellen plastered to my back as I got the shower started and temperature adjusted to our mutual satisfaction. Once we were under the spray, we had the time and opportunity to get a lot more familiar with each others anatomy. I finally got my hands on her ass, and found it to be as tight and firm as it had looked; she seemed to be just as satisfied when she reciprocated. Drying off afterward took longer, since we continued to repeatedly molest each other along the way. Finally dried off and more-or-less presentable, we opened the bathroom door again; when we went back into my bedroom, we saw that Carol had straightened out the somewhat rumpled bedding – and gotten her nude form planted in the middle of it.

I'm sure that Ellen was as surprised by it as I was, but she didn't let on. Instead, she simply told Carol "You were nice enough to let me have a little time alone with him, and I'm glad to do the same for you. I'll just go into the kitchen and have some tea while you two get acquainted" before serenely walking past the bed and on out of my bedroom – and pulling the door mostly closed behind her.

When I got close enough, I could see that Carol was still nervous but not afraid. Figuring that she wouldn't have stretched herself out on her back if she didn't want me to look at her, I didn't make any pretense of not doing so. As I'd thought, she was a trifle more buxom than her mother; her breasts were more conical than her mother's rounded bust, and her areolas were barely larger than her pencil-diameter nipples – which were visibly standing out. She was trim and nicely curved at her waist and hips, with slender and nicely shaped legs. At the apex of her thighs, she sported a smaller and narrower strip of dark hair that didn't appear to be as thick and dense. She made for a delightful sight, particularly parked in the middle of my bed that way. When I looked into her face again, I smiled and told her "You are lovely. You're very pretty, and most certainly sexy. Though you're probably tired of hearing yourself compared to your mother, I have to say that you are easily as attractive as she is – but in your own way, that is yours and yours alone, as a separate person."

From her reaction, I knew that she had heard a lot of comparisons between herself and Ellen; but I saw that what I'd said had done what I meant it to: let her know that I saw her as a unique individual, and not some sort of clone or copy of the original. The smile I got was pleased, and delighted and touched me. Once I was on my side next to her, I took one of her hand between mine and gently held it as I told her "Carol, I want to make sure and tell you something. I know that this is your first time, and I truly am honored that you would want to have me be with you for that. I know it's something special for you, and I'm going to do the very best I can to make sure that it stays special. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, but if something I do does hurt you, I want you to tell me, so I can stop. Would you do that for me?"