Yes, My Darling Daughter!

by Pierre le Valle

  “Had any supper?”

  “Had some cocoa-not very hungry.”

  “Jane-how would you like to come up to Bridlington with Stella and I for the week-end?”

  “Fab! This week-end — before I have to go back to school?”

  “Of course. I take it you approve?”

  “And how! What about dad?”

  “Well, he's too busy — otherwise, we should have taken you somewhere for a couple of weeks. You like Stella, don't you?”

  “Mmm-she's dishy!”

  “Well, all I have to do is get dad's permission and we start out on Friday in Stella's car. A friend of hers is going abroad for a few months and is letting her use a bungalow she has there whenever she wants-it has a private beach, too.”

  “Golly! If the weather holds up. I'll be able to show a South of France tan at school!”

  “Off to bed with you, then-only one day to wait.”

  “Oh, you're a darling, mummy!” She hugged me tightly, and once again I had that queer little tug as she kissed me, her lips a little too lingering. I shrugged it off, making a mental note to watch her closely in the next holidays; she was beginning to feel sex stirring in her body, without knowing what the sensations meant, and I didn't want it led into the wrong channels, or, as Phil put it-“straddled across a motor-bike with her drawers off!”

  I took a cup of cocoa in to Phil and decided to broach the Bridlington excursion right away. I told him.

  “I was telling Stella that Jane hadn't had a holiday this year and she suggested we give her a treat. I told Jane and, of course, she's all for it.”

  “The 'we' being yourself and Stella, eh?”

  “Well, as a matter of fact, you were invited as well,” I lied, “but I said you would be too busy. Of course, the invitation is still open.” I crossed my fingers behind my back.

  “That so? Well, of course, I am too busy-far too busy, unfortunately. Take Jane by all means.”

  I breathed out and went to the door. I heard him clear his throat and turned.

  “But-uh-watch yourself with that Stella — something tells me she'd just love to get you into bed with her!”

  I felt my face flame hotly, and prayed he didn't notice the guilty look I must have shown. Even so, I had to get to the bottom of it.

  “Why do you keep saying things like that about her? I haven't noticed any mannishness in her-I think she is extremely feminine.”

  “Well, why hasn't she got herself a man, then?”

  “Maybe she has-how do you know?”

  “You're her friend-she would have told you by now. That's just the point, Rita; she hasn't. She is an attractive, feminine woman and very well off into the bargain-she could take her pick. She has a car, money, her own house and what does she do? Lives by herself and has just one friend-you. Sure-I like her well enough-she's good-looking and intelligent, but there's something peculiar somewhere and you might, you just might, be weak enough to let her have what she wanted — even if only to avoid hurting her feelings. Then, who knows — you might like it, which leaves me with a lesbian wife on my hands!”

  I stood looking at him, trying to think of something to say. He was getting far too close to the truth: I mustn't underrate his intelligence. Panic flared briefly as the possibility occurred to me of his knowing already — or at least guessing-and this was by way of warning me off tactfully, without bringing things out into the open. But no-that wasn't Phil's way; he would have said so right out. I pretended anger.

  “I'm sorry you feel that way about her; sorry you have such a horribly twisted outlook on life. So, according to you, any woman who isn't married is a lesbian — that right?”

  “When they get to her age-what is she, thirty-three, thirty-four? — with her looks and possessions, I say there must be something funny somewhere; not even a man-friend in tow.”

  “She may have had a disappointment in her life-something she wouldn't even tell me about. Thought of that?”

  “I have and I'm allowing it as an outside possibility.” He grinned, then. “So I'm okaying the Bridlington trip.”

  I smiled back, content to drop the matter.

  “Well, I'm off to bed now-coming up?”

  “No-I'll be a while yet. You go ahead.”

  As I undressed for bed, I wondered how it was all going to end. Phil already suspected Stella of being what she was; I knew he didn't suspect me, but that was the logical progression. Would I be able to go on like this, giving myself to Stella without Phil eventually finding out? I thought over my actions since intimacy had begun between Stella and I. Had I acted in the same way as I had when we were just ordinarily friendly? I thought so. Had Stella? I wasn't sure-it was only since we had started our lesbian affaire that Phil had mentioned his suspicions. Had she started looking at me in a different way when she was here? Maybe I ought to tell her. But how could I, without telling her what Phil thought? No, that would only upset her.

  I would have to be very careful if I wanted our relationship to continue-and I had to be honest with myself and admit that I did. I must guard against becoming careless with familiarity.

  Firstly-where did Stella and I make love? Up to now, at her place; no real problem that in itself, as Phil was unlikely to break the door down. Must remember to be careful of windows, especially downstairs. Where else? Rose's flat. No problem, either. That would only be on the odd occasion and again it would be behind a locked door, with the added protection of my husband not knowing even of its existence.

  The bungalow at Bridlington. Jane would be the only danger there-we would have to be extremely careful while we were there; I hoped the doors had keys to the locks. What else? It would certainly be awkward if I came home me night after being with Stella — especially if we'd let ourselves go-and found that Phil wanted me that night; I remembered the frantic business of working myself up the previous night. No-I should definitely have to work something out from that angle.

  I was getting so crazily mixed-up. I knew I still loved Phil-even enjoyed sexual intercourse with him. I also loved Stella-perhaps in a different way-and I certainly enjoyed sexual intercourse with her-or whatever they called it between two women!

  I slipped off my panties and examined them; as I thought they were damp. Bringing Stella on to her climax had roused me again. It was a warm night, so I crawled nude between the sheets-if Phil came up and decided he wanted me again, he could have me!

  I must have fallen asleep fairly quickly; I don't remember Phil coming to bed.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I awoke with cool air fanning my naked body. Drowsily, I opened my eyes, taking a time to focus on what was going on.

  “Phil! What on earth are you up to? Oh-I see! Like that, is it?”' I squirmed on to my back to look up at him-also to give him a better view of me!

  He had pulled the covers right back and was kneeling beside me, gazing at me, his cock as big and hard as I had seen it.

  “What time is it?”

  “Eight o'clock-I must be away, soon.”

  I smiled and reached out to touch his enormous erection, all hot and stiff. I closed my hand around it, feeling it throb.

  “Poor old thing-in a bad way, aren't we?” I twisted bent and kissed the tip, felt it warm against my lips; wanted more. I opened my mouth and accepted the bared glans, heard his breath hiss. I gave it a quick suck and looked up at him.

  “You like that, don't you, darling?”

  “It's marvellous! Do some more!”

  I bent my head again and got my lips round it: bent lower, letting the warm shaft glide in until it filled my mouth. Then I moved my head up and down on him, giving him little sucks and running my tongue over the knob, the way he liked it.

  I gammed him until his hips started to lift and I felt his cock begin to jerk dangerously in my mouth, then I pulled away. I looked up again.

  “Do you want to finish in my mouth, darling?” I whispered. “Or-or down here?” I dropped a hand to my pelvis.

  “D
own where?” he panted. “Go on-say where?”

  That was another little trick he employed at times. He knew I never used the vernacular unless I was really in heat.

  “In my cunt!” I replied, without hesitation. I was in heat! “I like sucking you, dearest, but right now I want you up my cunt-as far as you can get it!”

  I started to roll on to my back, but he stopped me.

  “Not that way, sweetheart-you know the best position if you want it as far as it'll go.”

  I nodded and turned over to my stomach, then lifted on to my hands and knees, opening my thighs as wide as I could. He knelt up behind me and I arched my back and stuck my bottom out, throwing my sex into prominence and making it as accessible as possible. I locked down at my breasts, swaying from my chest; the nipples were big and red-and that without even being touched! I shivered as his knob touched my slit, gasped with delighted sensation as it slipped inside me.

  My hips were squeezed in his powerful grasp, pulling me on to him, as he began to fuck me. I knew my randiness was left over from last night and was glad I was ready for him. I braced myself against the powerful thrusts he always gave me when he took me in that position, pushing my behind back to meet the incoming shove. I felt the ecstasy building up rapidly, as he reamed me with that lovely hard cock of his, his belly slapping against my buttocks.

  We fucked in silence, as we always did when it was a desperate need, rather than a pleasurable interlude, when we exchanged the usual loving endearments. Only our panting breath and the faint creak of the springs broke the silence; then came the slight squishy sound as my vagina produced more and more fluid.

  He leaned right cross my back after a time, hands going under me to grasp my breasts, palms rubbing across the hard nipples. My knees splayed wider, wanting more of him in me. I was getting close-very close.

  Suddenly, he grunted and belted right up me. I felt the throb of his penis and then the strong jets of his semen squirting into my belly. I moaned as my legs went weak and wracking ecstasy mushroomed up from my spending sex through my belly, flaring through my breasts, turning my whole body to watery weakness. I slumped forward, jerking, dragging him on top of me.

  “Whew! You were bloody marvellous, Rita,” he gasped as he rolled from my back.

  “I was more than ready for it! You're pretty good yourself when you put mind to it!”

  “Don't I always?” He grinned.

  “Most times.” I kissed him as he got out of bed. “Think I deserve a cup of tea after that?”

  “Coming up.” He slipped on his dressing-gown and went downstairs.

  “Darling,” I said wheedlingly, when he brought me my tea. “You wouldn't really want me to have to go through having another baby, would you?”

  “Well, no-we only planned on having one, anyway. Why?”

  “Because that's what may happen.”

  “Oh, no! You mean you're pregnant?”

  “Not exactly. It's such a chore having to go into the bathroom and prepare a douche every time we do this; squatting and pumping the stuff in.”

  “You have to shove a sort of rubber tube up there, don't you? Doesn't it give you a thrill?”

  “It might if I hadn't just had one whenever I use it!”

  “Well, what's all this leading up to, then?”

  “I was wondering if you'd get me some of those preventive tablets for a change.”

  “The ones you put up there beforehand? Aren't they poisonous?”

  “Don't worry, darling,” I laughed, reading his mind. “I wouldn't put it in until afterwards if you wanted to kiss me there!”

  “Right-ho, then-I'll get you some today.”

  I had my usual doze after he left for the office, gathering energy to go into the bathroom to give myself the douche. Again, laziness proved my undoing.

  I suddenly became aware of a patter of bare feet across the floor, the bedclothes were flung back and I was half smothered by a warm, wriggling bundle of near-naked daughter. She was wearing a shortie-nightie which was rucked up to her breasts and as she threw herself on top, she rubbed herself against me.

  “You're all bare again, mummy!”

  “Is that such a peculiar state to be in when one is in bed? Now off with you, darling-you're squashing me!” I pushed her off to lie beside me.

  “Ouch! Ugh! What on earth's that?”

  I felt my whole body go hot when she pushed back the covers again and wriggled away, looking down to where her bottom had rested.

  There, glistening obscenely, was a large patch still quite wet and milky-looking (and most likely still warm)-the result of mine and Phil's orgasm still leaking from me.

  “Oh, mummy-what is it? It-it's all on my bottom — all slippery and warmish. Ugh!” She shuddered.

  To save facing her and to give me time to think, I got out of bed.

  “Wait, dear-I'll go and get a flannel.”

  Feeling my face must be the colour of beetroot, I went into the bathroom and fetched a flannel.

  “Turn over on to your tummy!” She turned over and I wiped the stuff from her bottom and then rubbed the stained sheet. “There-that's all right, now.”

  “But what was it, mummy? It was just like the inside of an egg.”

  “As a matter of fact-that's just what it was.”

  “Then what happened to the yolk?”

  Teenage daughters! I began to get a little annoyed.

  “Why the inquisition? I wanted something to settle my tummy and daddy suggested the yolk of an egg: he brought a glass and the egg separately and it was as I separated the yolk that the white spilled on to the bed. I was just getting up to clean it when you came in. Now-are you satisfied?”

  I see,” she said-rather evasively, I thought. “I came for my cuddle,” she announced then.

  “Come on, then, darling; mummy'll give her baby a cuddle.” Anything to distract her from the other subject!

  She snuggled into me and I cuddled her close. This time I lay on my side, facing her, to avoid her climbing on top of me. I couldn't win, though!

  She pushed herself away and pulled her nightie off over her head before coming in close again, her arms hugging me tightly.

  “There, — that's better! All nice and bare!” She rubbed herself against me again and I felt her hard young breasts push into mine. “You do feel lovely, mummy-all soft and warm and cuddly.”

  Her hands stroked down my back to my bottom, gently squeezed the cheeks. I jerked as she ran a fingertip along the crease.

  “Jane! That's not nice.”

  “I think it's lovely-it feels lovely!” She patted it and then stroked down the side of my body, over my hip and down the thigh. “I want a figure just like yours. How old were you before your-er-whatever-you-want-me-to-call-them were as big as this?”

  I gasped as she pulled away a little and one of her hands closed over my left breast. Involuntarily I made to pull her hand away, a sharp rebuke coming to my lips. Then I thought better of it and let her hold the breast for a while. If I kept on telling her she “mustn't” too much, she'd grow up with distorted ideas.

  “Oh, about eighteen or twenty, I think.”

  “Do they feel heavy to carry around all the time? They must weigh something!”

  “I've never thought about it-I suppose one gets used to the weight; I don't know. No.” I laughed, “I've never weighed them — and, anyway, they're not that heavy! Or big!”

  “They're gorgeous, though. Let me feel the other one, too.”

  I allowed her to push me over on to my back where I submitted to a thorough inspection of my breasts. I watched her face as sue ran her fingers over each globe, her eyes intent. I held my breath as she touched the nipples, ran her palms over them; I tried thinking of something entirely divorced from my body to prevent the natural reaction.

  Then she straddled me, planting a knee on either side of my waist; the newly-sprouting hairs of her sex brushed my stomach. She giggled and threw a glance over her shoulder as my own pubic h
air tickled her bottom. She looked down at me again, then delivered the coupe de gras! She took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed. Sensation flared in my breasts and the nipples immediately began to stiffen to erection in her fingers.

  “Mummy-they-they're getting all stiff! Did I do that?”

  I pulled her hands quickly away and held them to prevent further damage!

  “Yes, darling-you rubbed them. It wasn't your fault-I wore a rather tight bra yesterday and they're a little sore.” was the best I could think of on the spur of the moment.