Yes, My Darling Daughter!

by Pierre le Valle

  She bent to look more closely.

  “They're getting even bigger!” She bent lower. “I am sorry, mummy-let me kiss them better.”

  “NO!” I yelped, trying to get my hands there first. But I was too late. She pressed her lips to one and gently kissed it, then turned her head towards the other. Just one kiss like that, I thought, won't do any harm; let her get on with it. I never learn! She kissed it, lingered, then I groaned as her mouth opened and closed over the entire nipple. I felt it pulse between the soft warmth of her lips. She gave it a gentle suck and I felt her warm tongue touch it briefly. For a moment, I lost my head.

  “Oh, baby!” I moaned brokenly, clasping her to me and kissing the top of her blonde head.

  She sank down, stretching her legs, to lie at full length on me. Her pelvis touched mine as she stretched out, her mouth never once leaving my nipple, which now must have felt huge between her lips. As our thighs touched, I allowed mine to spread open and she sank between them. Our loins met, hairs mingling, then her arms went round me. I felt the rapid rise and fall of her sweet little breasts; I was breathing as though I had been running as I pressed her close.

  “My sweet little Jane,” I murmured rapturously, and heard a hot, answering moan, the suction on my nipple becoming stronger.

  Her tongue glided over my nipple again and licked around the perimeter; she removed a hand from under my back to fondle the other breast. Her hips began to slowly move up and down, rubbing her sex against mine. My body responded and I lifted my loins to meet her. Then my brain took over; it was like waking from a dream.

  “No, Jane-no more, darling.” I just couldn't be cross with her, or even speak sharply and pretend to be. “Come, my love-we must get up, now.”

  Gently, I lifted her head, forcing her mouth away from my breast. I squeezed one of her buttocks and softly patted it.

  “Lift up, sweetheart.”

  She looked up at me, her eyes all swimmy, her mouth moist and open. I looked away quickly to hide the sudden tears that misted my own eyes. I glanced down at my breast; the nipple was huge, red and very wet from her ardent mouth. I pulled myself together, then, and became brisk.

  “You get bathed and dressed and I'll cook you a nice breakfast. Go on, now.”

  “Mummy-I started to feel all sort of funny just then; I felt something wonderful was about to happen to me.” She pouted, then. “And you spoilt it by making me get up.”

  “Sorry, darling,” I smiled at her. “Go and get dressed, now-remember you've got all your packing to do for the week-end.”

  “Very well, mummy.” She went to the door and looked back. “Mummy.” She looked thoughtful.

  “Hm-hm? What now, Jane?”

  “We've had lots of cuddles before, but that's the first time I've felt like that.”

  “Well, Jane, darling,” I searched for the right words. “We haven't really cuddled like that; you've never sucked on…”

  “Your beautiful titty! That was wonderful, mummy, why?”

  “Well, I think that's something a psychiatrist could explain better than I could. You see, the feelings you had go right back to when you were a baby and I used to feed you at my breast.” I paused, then finished, “And that's about as near as I can get…I think!” She stood looking at me with a puzzled expression.

  “Go on.”

  I grinned, “Scat!” I slid out of bed, still naked, picked up a towel and headed for the bathroom as she went out. She followed me across the landing to her own room, opposite the bathroom. As we went through our respective doors, she called me again. I looked round; her head was sticking out of her door and she was pointing at my legs.

  “What is it this time?” I looked down, puzzled.

  “Better wash your thighs well, mummy-you must have spilled egg on them, too!” She stuck one bare hip out and I saw where the light caught a smear of wetness. “I got some as well!” She went in and closed her door.

  I looked at my legs again; the insides of my thighs were slimy with the combined spendings of Phil and myself, still oozing from my slit.

  I douched and bathed quickly, dressed and went downstairs to cook breakfast. I made it an elaborate one; anything, so that I didn't have time to dwell on what had nearly happened between Jane and I. I felt terribly ashamed and shuddered when I thought about what I had nearly done-what I had wanted to do! Even as I remembered the feel of her fresh young body on mine, desire started to well up in me again.

  I was glad when Mrs. Matthews arrived and for once listened raptly to her rambling account of the previous day's misdeeds of her husband.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Friday dawned, with the weather still holding good. We woke early and Phil started to fondle me before he had to get up. I had my mind on the journey and I'm afraid I was not very responsive; I allowed the fondling without reciprocating, going over the things I hid to remember before Stella called to pick us up.

  “What's gotten into you, Phil? One would think you hadn't had me for months, instead of yesterday morning!”

  “Well, you're going up North today.”

  “Gosh-I'm only going for the week-end! We'll be back on Monday.”

  “Aw, come on, Rita-this'll only take ten minutes.”

  “We've both got to get up, Phil.”

  He tried to force my thighs apart, pushing against me to get me on my back. I kept my legs tightly closed, a hand covering my sex, putting the other behind me to brace myself. He pulled my nightie right up to my neck and began playing with my breasts. He must have felt a quiver of response, for he concentrated on the nipples, pinching and squeezing.

  “Come on, Rita-open up! The old mazoomas are beginning to sit up and take notice! We can make it a quick one.” He pulled at my defending hand.

  “Did you get what I asked you yesterday?” I whispered, letting him pull my hand away, as though I'd decided to let him have what he wanted.

  “Huh? What was that?”

  “There you are!” I wriggled away from him, pulling my nightie down again. “You only think about yourself and your own pleasures; you forget all about the bother I have to go to afterwards if I don't want to have a baby! Messing about preparing a douche…”

  “Oh, hell! I forgot all about it! I'll get you some tablets today.”

  “Good-I'll wait! Now we'd better get up-Jane will be in any minute, probably all ready to go! I wouldn't have time to…”

  “Let me put it in-just for a minute; I'll pull out before anything happens-promise!” I could feel his hard penis hot against my thighs.

  “Oh, men! You're all the same!”

  “Now we're back to Stella again! You wouldn't be saving yourself for her by any chance?”

  He was getting too near the bone!

  “Oh, damn!” I hissed, doing my best to sound annoyed instead of scared and anxious as he mentioned Stella. “What a mind you must have! Look-I really haven't the time; you know Jane will be rearing to go. Here-turn over on to your back; quickly-we don't want Jane walking in in the middle of this!”

  I felt for his cock as he turned over, then wriggled under the covers. I had to make this quick-I knew it was highly likely that Jane would come wandering in and I didn't want to be caught at this-especially after yesterday's close call. As I found his penis with my lips, he pushed the bedclothes right down. I looked up.

  “I wanted the covers over me in case Jane came in.”

  “Oh, I'll be able to pull them up before she sees anything. I like to watch you when you do this.”

  I bent again resignedly to the task of gamming him. This was going to be the fastest gam he had ever had!

  His penis was big and warm in my mouth; I compressed my lips about it, getting it all in until it made me gag as the knob touched the back of my throat. Then I rapidly moved my head up and down, getting a hand between his legs and gently squeezing his balls.

  I felt his hand feeling round my behind as I knelt over him and moved round so that he could get at my bottom; this was something
he enjoyed whenever I did this for him-to see and play with my rear-end.

  I sucked hard, keeping my tongue constantly licking over his knob and round the edge. His fingers were groping at the cleft of my buttocks and I stuck them out to spread the cheeks for him, steeling myself for what I knew would come next.

  Aah! There it was! A finger-tip poked into my anus, pushed in a little way, withdrew, then went back in again; wiggled about. I always thought it a queer sensation, but I pushed my bottom back still more, feeling the reaction it was producing in my mouth. In and out went the finger through my bottom as I sucked on his throbbing penis. The only trouble was-it was beginning to get me really roused, too! I had to finish it quickly.

  I came up for air and filled my mouth with saliva, then bent and lowered my head slowly down on to his flesh again, sucking hard, tongue-tip tickling his G-string. I suddenly shoved my bottom back, forcing the length of his forefinger up into my rectum.

  He groaned and jerked up at me, nearly choking me as his knob blocked my throat. I held my breath and kept my head where it was. His penis gave a great throb and then the warm semen was squirting directly down my throat. I gulped and swallowed as it came, squeezing his balls to get it all out of his system. Even when it stopped coming I gave him several long, hard sucks to get every last drop. That should hold him for the week-end!

  I knelt up, licked my lips, swallowed and looked down at him, wincing as his finger pulled out of my behind.

  “Satisfied now?”

  “Bloody hell! Whew! I'll need crutches to get to the office after that!”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “No, sir! Rita-you're a marvellous woman!”

  Though I knew it was rather dangerous ground, I couldn't resist it.

  “Still think I might be a lesbian?”

  “Not after that performance! I never thought you were, anyway; I still think Stella is, though.”

  I let it go at that. I got up with Phil and pulled on a negligee, so that by the time Jane came bounding in, I was, for once, respectable!

  We all had a sketchy breakfast together and when Phil left for work I went up to the bedroom to pack a bag-Jane's was already just inside the front door in the hall! As I finished, she came in.

  “All ready, mummy?”

  “I think so.” I took a last look round.

  “Well let's go, then-Aunty Stella will be here in a few minutes.” She went towards the door then turned back to the bed with a quick look at me. Pulling the covers back, she inspected the sheet.

  “What on earth are you up to?” I demanded.

  “Just wondered if you'd had an upset tummy again this morning,” she shrugged.

  “An upset tummy?” Then the penny dropped! I looked hard at her, but her face gave nothing away. “No, Jane, I hadn't.”

  “I thought you might have; the white of that one you had yesterday seemed a bit off-it smelt very strong as I wiped it off my hip!”

  I made no comment as I went down the stairs, face flaming and wondering if my daughter just might be having me on a piece of string! I decided if might be a good idea to have a talk with Stella about her while we were away-leaving out nothing, even my own feelings the previous morning. I was even toying with the idea of getting Stella to have a quiet chat with her to enlighten her a little more than I had felt able to on the facts of life and what was considered “done” and “not done.”

  * * *

  The journey up to Bridlington had been pleasant, if uneventful. Jane was in raptures about the bungalow and the strip of private beach. After inspecting her little room, she had her swimming costume on and was tearing down to the beach.

  “Whew! How about a drink?” She looked in the sideboard and brought out a bottle of scotch. “There's another one in there, too-Rose was always fond of scotch.”

  She poured two and we relaxed in easy chairs. She looked good enough to eat in her light summer dress, which snowed up the ridges of her bra and panties.

  “No stockings, Stella?”

  “Not driving all that way-the suspender-belt would kill me in this weather! You look rather gorgeous today, darling, though you must have felt a bit stuffy in that roll-on!”

  “How did you know I was wearing one?”

  “It shows through that thin dress. How about us stripping and joining Jane down on the beach?”

  “Great!” We finished our drinks and went into the bedroom to change.

  “Our

  bedroom — for three whole nights, darling,” breathed Stella, standing in the doorway and looking round the room, with its olde-worlde style furnishing- even to a replica four-poster bed. Stella went over and sat on it, patted it with her hands.

  “We'll have to put a plaque on it before we go-'Rita and Stella slept here'!”

  We undressed and I did feel relieved to get my roll-on rolled off! Naturally, as soon as I had my clothes off, Stella, who had only dress, bra and panties to get rid of, was waiting to dive on me.

  We rolled, laughing, on the large bed, having plenty of room to wrestle. Finally, she pinned me on my back, holding my wrists above my head.

  “Pay a forfeit?” she panted.

  “Why? We didn't make any bets — besides, you jumped on me when I wasn't looking.”

  “All right-we'll stay here until Jane comes back and finds us like this!” She pressed down on me.

  “Oh, all right, then-how much?”

  “Let me see-I know! A kiss!”

  “Done! Pucker up!” I lifted my face towards hers, but she pulled back.

  “Not there, silly-that would be too easy! You must kiss my bottom!”

  “All right, then,” I agreed at once.

  “You don't object, then?” She looked a little surprised.

  “Of course not, darling. Why should I? I think you have a gorgeous bottom. Now get off me and bend over while I pay my forfeit.”

  She got off me and knelt at my side, sticking her bottom out expectantly. I ran my hands caressingly over the full, smooth cheeks, kissed each one, then decided to give her a surprise. Swiftly, I pulled her buttocks apart and planted a kiss right on her warm, puckered little anus; I heard her gasp as I touched it with the tip of my tongue.

  “There-I've paid my forfeit-OK?”

  “Let's wrestle some more!”

  “I might win, this time!”

  “I'd arrange for you to win every other bout! I didn't expect the last part of what you just did-'but it was wonderful. Actually, I like having my bottom kissed-especially where you did it-makes me all sexy!” She wriggled her behind as she straightened up. “I've wanted you to kiss me there for a long time, but didn't like to ask — some women don't like doing it. I used the forfeit idea as an excuse.”

  “You didn't need one, darling-here's one woman who won't object! I must remember that that's a favourite of yours.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Mmm! It's a marvellous feeling!”

  “Come on, then-bend over!”

  “Later-Jane will be back before we get down to the water.”

  “Oh, come on-it'll only take a second. I want to.”

  “All right-here it is, then!” I turned and cocked my bottom at her.

  “Mmmm!” She went down on her knees, arms going round my thighs, as she planted two succulent kisses on each buttocks; she pulled them open, then, and I felt her mouth and wet tongue at my anus. She went a step farther and pushed her tongue in a little way.

  “Lovely, Stella-we must try that again some time.” I straightened and reach for my swim-suit.

  “I have some good variations, too.” Her eyes were still on my behind.

  “I'll bet you have! Now let's go and have a swim. What time is it?” I hunted round for my watch.

  “Here you are-four-thirty. Why?”

  “Oh, I was just wondering if there was anywhere to go around here-I want some shops, too; I thought I'd better take something back for Phil. Still, it'll do tomorrow.”

  “There's a nice
old village not far from here-about ten minutes in the car. It has a nice old pub, too.”

  “Fine-we can pay that a visit, then.”

  “Will Jane be all right?”

  “Of course-she likes to read a lot and I'm sure she's brought more than enough books to keep her amused.”

  “What time does she go to bed nowadays?”

  “When it suits her!”

  “Do I hear 'problem child' in that tone?”

  “Sort of-though not quite in the way you think.”