Yes, My Darling Daughter!

by Pierre le Valle

  “Serious?”

  “I'm afraid it could be. Maybe I'll tell you about it when we go for a drink later on, eh?”

  “Please do-if I can help in any way…”

  “Thanks, Stella-you might be able to, I don't know, yet. Shall we go?”

  She was just putting on the top part of her bikini- and it was eye stopping, to say the least!

  “Golly, Stella — a private beach is about the only place you could wear that thing; anywhere else, you'd be had up for indecent exposure! I must say, you look very fetching, though!”

  The entire ensemble only consisted of a thin strip of material stretched tight across her hips-even showing a few straggling dark hairs over the top-and another, just as thin and just as tightly stretched across her breasts, which bulged out both above and below. The colour was red, which made it even more pulchritudinous! When we left the bungalow and she raced ahead of me towards the few steps that lead down to the beach, I found myself looking at a pair of bouncing buttocks, naked except for the pants of the bikini, which had wrinkled up into something no thicker than a piece of string. If she had shown that in public she would have been raped on the spot; this, in law, would have undoubtedly created a precedent, causing the word “rape” to have another word inserted before it-“justifiable”!

  Jane was drying herself as we got down, costume polled down to hex hips.

  “The water's marvellous!” she called as we went on past.

  I saw Stella look at Jane's swelling breasts; she turned to me, then.

  “Would I be right in saying that that's the sort of problem you meant?” she asked shrewdly, touching her own breasts.

  “You would, indeed. That, and several allied things. I'll tell you later.”

  We were both fair swimmers and waded out until four feet no longer touched bottom. Then Stella began her capers, diving under the water and coming up between my legs. She pulled me under a couple of times and I came up spluttering. I waited until she came in close, then dived, grabbing her pants as I went, dragging them half way down her legs. She came under with me, reaching for them, but I had the advantage and as she came down, I was waiting. Pushing her on to her back, I dragged the pants the rest of the way and swam off to the surface.

  “Hey. Rita!”

  I looked back, laughing at her, waving her pants in the air.

  “Come and get 'em!” Then I made for the beach.

  “Rita!” she yelled after me. “That's not fair!”

  “Well, this time you'll have to pay a forfeit!”

  “All right-what is it?”

  “What do you think?”

  “You want your bottom kissed?”

  “Right!”

  “As soon as we get back-I promise. May I have my pants back now?”

  “No fear-you have to kiss me first!”

  I trod water and let her catch me up, holding her pants well out of reach.

  “Over the costume?” she panted.

  “No-there's a zip.” I turned my back to her, looking towards the beach to make sure we weren't too close for Jane to become suspicious.

  My costume was backless to the waist, then there was a zipper that reached to the end of my spine. Stella got it down, then swam round me.

  “What now-I can't get it low enough to kiss you there without taking the costume down.”

  “I know!” Then I let myself sink in the water up to my neck. “You can get it down now-no one can see us from the beach.”

  She pulled the straps down off my shoulders and peeled me like a banana, stripping the costume right below my buttocks. She dived between my legs and came up behind me, hands under my armpits cupping my breasts.

  “Lovely!” she said, as she squeezed the bare globes. Then her hands began to wander.

  “You're supposed to be kissing my bottom!”

  She dived again; I felt her hands glide down my thighs, then her mouth was at my behind, kissing. She came up for air.

  “Take a deep breath and let yourself go forward- so you're floating just under the water.”

  I breathed in and sank front first; Stella took hold of my legs and opened them, floated between them. Her hands opened my rear and once again I felt her mouth and tongue between my buttocks. We came up, then, gasping for air. I handed her her bikini pants back and pulled my costume up again.

  “Shall we go in, now?”

  I nodded and we swam back to the beach. Jane had her towel round her.

  “It's beginning to get a bit chilly-I'm going up to get dressed.”

  * * *

  Later that evening, we left Jane curled up with a book and chocolates and drove into the village.

  I saw Rose's idea of the olde-worlde style of furniture-the village was olde-worlde and so was the pub.

  We drew a few curious glances from the locals when we first went in, but found a table tucked away in a corner and they soon forgot about us. We drank sherry and after a few plans for the following day, Stella brought up the subject of Jane.

  “Now what has our Jane been up to? Hasn't got herself involved with a boy, has she?”

  “No-that was what we were afraid of at first; I'm pretty certain she doesn't have much to do with them, now, though, since I had a talk with her-she's quite a truthful girl and I don't think she was lying when she said she wasn't interested-called them filthy little beasts, if I remember rightly. This all started a few mornings ago. You see, she likes to dive into my bed when she's home, for a cuddle, after her father has left for the office. I think it was the day we went up to town that I first noticed something different about our usual cuddles.”

  I told her about the first long kiss and how she had been more interested in my titties.

  “Then, yesterday morning, Phil woke up with a colossal erection, which I had to cope with in the usual way. It was one of those desperate 'needy' ones, which I always have to take kneeling; it was, of course, rather messy, and I was oozing all over the place afterwards.

  “Phil went to work and I dozed off again-until Jane came running in for her cuddle! I didn't have time to do anything about covering up evidence; she was in bed with me before I even had time to think.

  “It was all very embarrassing; she climbed over me and plonked her bottom down-slap on top of a great patch of our slippery goo! The only thing I could think of by way of explanation on the spur of the moment was that Phil had given me a raw egg to settle my stomach, and that I'd separated the white and spilt it in the bed.”

  “Not bad for the spur of the moment,” commented Stella. “What did she say about that? Did she know what it was, do you think?”

  “That's what I'm not sure of; when we eventually got up, she showed me another smear of it on her hip and then pointed between my thighs, where it was still running down and said I should wash well. Then, this morning, she went over to the bed, pulled back the clothes and inspected the sheet; when I asked her what she was up to, she said she wondered if I'd had another upset stomach and spilt any more egg, because she thought the other egg had been off-she said it had smelt very strong when she cleaned it from her hip. And she seemed to make such a point of the whole thing-I wondered if she was having me on a piece of string.”

  “What did you say to that?”

  “Nothing-I went downstairs with a very red face, though!”

  “I shouldn't worry too much about it, Rita; if she knows what it is-so what? She'll know some time soon, anyway-and I'm quite sure she must know she wasn't born under a gooseberry bush! All you need to do is clean up the evidence when she's at home to avoid any more embarrassing situations.

  “I'm afraid that isn't the worst of it, Stella.”

  “Don't tell me she's been watching you do it!”

  “No-at least, I don't think so. In fact, to my mind, it could be even worse than that-much worse.”

  “She hasn't got designs of her father, or something like that, has she?”

  “You're getting very near the mark.”

  Stella looked
down at her glass, swirled the contents round.

  “Oh dear,” she said quietly, still looking into her glass. “I know what you're talking about now-we're going back to the long kiss and the interest in your titties-the designs are on you, eh? And this has all started happening in the last few days?”

  “Yes-but that isn't all, I'm afraid.”

  “Oh? OK-give me all the sordid details!”

  “Well, the first time I told you about, except that I began to feel a slight reaction myself.

  “That's only a natural one-I shouldn't worry about that.”

  “I stopped it right there, anyway, and made her get up. But the second time-when she found 'egg' on the sheet-it went much farther. I made the mistake of letting her touch my nipples-she took them in her fingers; of course, they started to wake up and she noticed it. I told her I'd worn a tight bra the previous day, making them a little sore-that, too, was a mistake. Before I could stop her, she was kissing them better-making them worse! Finally, she began sucking on one of them, with the inevitable result; her tongue kept touching it and she squeezed the other one in her fingers. I was lost, Stella, completely and utterly lost. I held her so tightly as she lay on top of me, that nipple of mine getting bigger and bigger in her mouth. She had her arms round me, pressing herself so close, and I actually felt her nipples stiffening!

  “Then, just for a moment, things got really out of hand; she straightened herself and lay at full length on me, never once letting go of that nipple; I felt her little patch of hair on my thighs. I forgot she was my daughter, then; I opened my legs and let her sink between them.” I stopped and put my hands to my face.

  “Go on, darling,” said Stella softly. “Talk it out of your system.”

  “Her little fanny touched mine and then we both went a little way out of this world; she began to lift herself up and down on me, rubbing our two sexes together and I, her own mother, responded.”

  “Oh, Rita! Did you-er-have…?”

  “An orgasm? No-I suddenly came to my senses and stopped the proceedings.”

  “I hope you didn't get all harsh with her.”

  “Gosh, no-I couldn't! We were both nearly in tears-with emotion, I mean. I was as nice to her as I knew how.”

  “What did she say afterwards?”

  “Oh, she said how wonderful it had fell and wanted to know why it was so different from our usual cuddles and why she had enjoyed sucking on my nipple so much — I told her it went back to when she was a baby and I fed her there. She said she had felt that something wonderful was about to happen to her until I had made her get up. She had seemed very innocent about it all — I wondered, though, if she noticed her own breasts; the nipples were quite erect. I don't know what condition her poor little slit was in; I'm ashamed to say that mine had added considerably to what was already there from my bout with Phil.”

  “Well, all her sex instincts are working, anyway.”

  “Yes-but roused by her mother?”

  “It sounds quite innocent on her part-and you did call a halt. I don't think she actually realises they are sex instincts as such.”

  “I'd be inclined to agree, but for the fact that her remarks about the 'egg' seemed to be so pointed-even going out of her way to examine the sheet this morning.”

  “You might be only imagining — don't forget it's been preying on your mind. I would have suggested that I have a talk with her, but I think that might only serve to focus it more in her mind. She's growing into womanhood, Rita, with all the feelings and desires women are blessed with-or cursed with, according to the way you look at it. Has she started her periods, yet?”

  “Oh, yes-last year.”

  “No boy-friend?”

  “I'm pretty sure not.”

  “I don't think you need to worry about her.”

  “Well what about me? Stella, don't you understand- I desired her! Yesterday morning in bed, I actually wanted her sexually-my own daughter!”

  “You didn't go through with it, though.”

  “I don't know where I found the strength of character not to! Where is it going to end?”

  “Well, as I see it, she did and felt certain things she found pleasurable, without knowing why, and your woman's body responded; you knew why and called a halt.”

  “You're probably right, Stella. Let's have another drink.” I fetched two more sherries back to the table. “What do you think I should do?”

  “Nothing. She goes back to school next week and by the time the next holidays come round, the problem will have solved itself. With the awakening of sex, she will either have started looking at boys with more interest, or she will at least have realised that what she did with you in bed is taboo. I shouldn't worry any more about it.”

  “I'll try not to. At least you're right about one thing- I won't have the problem actually in my lap while she's at school.”

  “So forget it for the moment and see what she's like when she comes home the next time-just be careful with the 'cuddles' between now and when she goes back!”

  We had another drink and then drove back to the bungalow. Jane had gone to her room and when I looked in on her, found she had gone to sleep with the light on and a book beside her head on the pillow. I switched off the light and tip-toed out.

  “She's asleep.”

  “Great-we ought to be in bed, too.”

  “You surely don't mean asleep, darling,” I said coquettishly.

  “I do-after a few formalities! I've always wanted to sleep with you and find you there when I woke in the morning.”

  “Well, let's go, then!”

  We went into “our” bedroom and first of all took the precaution of drawing the curtains and turning the key in the lock. We turned to each other, then kissed, and suddenly she was all over me.

  “Oh, darling,” she was moaning, kissing my face and neck. “I want you so badly.”

  “Darling,” I murmured, pressing close.

  With a visible effort, she drew back.

  “Come on, my sweet — we've got far too many clothes on for what we want to do.”

  Slowly and deliberately, we stripped in front of each other; each article of clothing discarded was an offering. Bras came off and our breasts reared, already stiff-nippled, into view, so close, they were almost touching. Panties dropped to the floor, then I was in her arms again; mine went round her neck while her hands slid down my back to clasp my buttocks, pulling me in to her.

  “I want you, darling,” she breathed on my mouth.

  “Take me, then,” I whispered back, rotating my pelvis against hers.

  She led me over to the bed, gently pushed me face downward on it, my hips on the edge, feet on the floor.

  “So you like having your bottom kissed, too!”

  She knelt behind me, pulled my legs apart and shuffled in between them. Her hands opened up my buttocks; there was a silence and I knew she was gazing at my anus. I felt her warm breath on it as she whispered: “This time we'll do it properly.”

  Then her face was pressed between the cheeks, her mouth actually sucking, tongue occasionally flicking across the hole. Abandoning the anus for a while, she covered every square inch of my bottom with kisses, open-mouth, passionate caresses that became more and more abandoned.

  My buttocks were pressed apart again and my sphincter muscles automatically contracted against the stiffened tongue-tip that poked at it. The tongue persisted, withdrew, came back again, wet, this time; muscles relaxed just a little and the tongue pressed on, harder, as she got as much as she could into me. It wiggled about, pushed in and out; I found the sensation wholly pleasant and much kinder than the hard, thrusting finger of Phil. I relaxed my bottom and opened my legs wider, resting my head on my arms as she lapped at my anus.

  Then, her face still pressed between my bottom-cheeks, I felt her fingers searching below. My vulva was stroked, a finger-tip pressed up into my vagina and began to finger-fuck me. I lifted my hips off the bed, letting her get a finger to my clitoris. She
began to stroke it and I knew that if she kept that up for a couple of minutes while still licking and kissing my behind, I should be in the middle of one hell of an orgasm. I didn't want to spend just yet; I wanted to make love for a while before entering the actual stage of orgasm. I knew I could spend several times before we called it a day-or, rather, night-but I liked to prolong the pleasure as long as possible-it always made the eventual orgasm that much more intense.

  I twisted and pushed her face away, bringing my legs up on to the bed and kneeling to face her. She looked up at me, surprised.