Alice surveyed the room. It was the first time she'd been in the room since she'd dropped Patricia off for the start of her freshman year at Kennedy College.
She was surprised to learn that Patricia's roommate would be a guy, but Kennedy was a small, private liberal arts college and they were a little short on resources. Patricia was lucky enough to be one of just fifty freshmen accepted, and Alice was not about to jeopardize her placement by complaining. Besides, maybe now would be the time for her daughter to loosen up and let go of her virginity.
"So, how are things going between you and Jackson?"
Patricia dreaded that question. "I know how badly you wanted me to open up to guys and experience the kind of sexual excitement that most girls my age take for granted, but Jackson and I have run into a little snag," she replied. Behind her mother, she could see Jackson nervously pacing, running his hand through his hair over and over.
"Well, what is it? Maybe I can help."
"It's just that neither of us has, you know, ever fucked. We don't know how to begin."
Alice raised her eyebrows. "You mean, all of those lessons I gave you and your brother over the summer didn't help?"
"I certainly know how to respond. I know how to jack a guy off or suck his cock. I know how to show off and stuff, so I think I could take it from there. But, what I mean is, he doesn't know what to do, and so I can't seem to help him get started."
"He isn't...gay is he?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Hunter," Jackson interjected. "Not at all—I just never had the kind of experience, studying so hard to get in the school and all, that most guys get. It's playing havoc with our grades in the life skills class. Every other student is fucking regularly and coming up with fantastic details about how to tug on this or how good it feels to get slapped on that, and I don't even know how to get my dick in her."
"Well, what have you both done together?"
"Well Patricia walks around topless sometimes and I once showed her my dick when I had an erection from watching her...but otherwise nothing."
He anxiously rubbed his hands together, and Alice noticed that his eyes flowed from her chest daughter's breasts. Patricia wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples poked furiously through the fabric of her T-shirt.
"Hang on a minute, dear. I think there is something on your shirt," she said. She went to the attached bathroom and got a washcloth. She soaked it with warm water and, without wringing it out, came back to her daughter.
She dabbed first at one nipple, then the other, back and forth until the shirt was nearly transparent and she could see the erection straining at Jackson's jeans.
"Uh, oh, I got her shirt too wet. Jackson, will you help me suck some of the extra water out of this fabric, please?"
Jackson eagerly bent down alongside Alice and put his mouth on the shirt right over Patricia's left nipple. Instinctively, he cupped it in his hand and started sucking. When he looked over, he could see Alice doing the same, but then he saw her part her lips and gently tug on Patricia's nipple with her teeth. He followed her example and heard Patricia take a quick breath in.
Alice unlatched herself and watched Jackson while she kept tugging on the nipple she had sucked. She gently ran her hand over his cheek and placed his other hand on her own breast.
Jackson looked up, surprised. Not only that his hand was on her breast, but that she seemed to be wearing a bra and he still thought he could make out the outline of her nipple beneath it.
"Jackson, you seem like a quick learner."
"Oh, yes ma'am."
"What if I give you two a quick lesson on fucking, just to get you started. I used to be a tutor on this subject at the State University back in the day. It's how I got knocked up with Patricia's older two brothers. I have absolutely no idea who their fathers were, but I know they were different guys. They don't even have the same skin color. I'm pretty sure the first one was Asian, though, because there were a lot of Japanese exchange students that year, and they needed the most help."
"Oh, that would be great. Would you mind?" Jackson tried to adjust his jeans to give him more room, but it was useless.
"Not at all. Patricia, why don't you pull up that chair by the desk and you can watch this, too. I think I can get you fucking in no time."
Patricia pulled up a chair. Her shirt, now dried, had puckers in the fabric where those two mouths had eagerly taken her nipples in. Looking down at it turned her on.
She sat down and spread her legs. Alice looked down and approved of what she saw; a clean-shaven pussy and a satin thong with a wet spot on it.
Alice took Jackson's hand and placed it on that spot. She watched as his cheeks flushed. "This is where your cock will go in a while. But first, you need to practice on me."
She coaxed him into sliding his hands up her shirt. "You have to unfasten the bra," she said.
Jackson's eyes widened. With surprising skill, he unhooked the silky fabric and felt the front slacken against his chest.
"Pull up my shirt."
He obeyed. To his astonishment, her nipples were just as tight and hard as Patricia's.
"Look what you've done already. Now, put your mouth on one of my nipples and flick the other one with your fingers. See? That feels good."
Jackson looked up at her and awaited further instruction. Hearing none, he moved his mouth to the other side and suckled for a while. He looked over at Patricia and saw that she'd pulled the thong to the side and her hand slid back and forth along the length of her red, swollen gender.
"Jackson," said Alice, "You see what her pussy is doing. Why don't you check and see if mine is doing the same?"
