Yes, My Darling Daughter!

by Pierre le Valle

  “What's the matter, darling-didn't you like it?”

  “Far too much, dear! I'll want some more later. You nearly made me come, just then and I want to make love to you before.”

  “But surely you can have more than one orgasm in a night?”

  “Oh, lots! If I hold it off and make love to you, though, I'll feel even more erotic and that makes it much more intense when it finally happens. That's just for the first one-after that, you can make me spend as often as you want to. Now come up here and lie on your tummy-I want to love your bottom for a while.”

  She needed no coaxing! She climbed on to the bed and lay at full length, face down, legs thrown wide.

  I straddled her, letting my cunny press against her back, knowing it would add to her excitement. I bent and went to work on her behind, then.

  I found the cheeks wonderfully soft and relaxed as I spread them to expose her small, pleated anus. It felt velvety and warm against my lips; I wet my tongue and pushed it into her, feeling a damp, more intense heat in her rectum. I had my arms round her hips, hands beneath her, feeling for and finding a turgid clitoris. I stroked it, my face still close-pressed between the cheeks of her bottom, breathing in the erotic odour of her body. I stretched myself out on her back, a leg on either side of her shoulders. She turned her head to kiss one of my thighs and I could hear her little murmurs of passion as I stroked and licked at her.

  “Darling.” I lifted my head at her whisper. “If you want to make me spend now, go ahead; otherwise, you'd better stop, because it'll happen any second if you keep doing that.” Her voice was shaky and thick.

  I wanted her at her full powers and feeling as erotic as I did for a while, so I stopped at once and got off her back.

  “Gosh! That was marvellous, Rita-I can tell you like kissing there as well as being kissed. What would you like now, eh, darling?”

  I rolled on to my back and let her climb on top of me, opening my legs to let her sink her hips between them, as I had with Jane. I thought of my daughter as our sexes touched and felt a pang of shame as the thought seemed to add to my passion. Stella lifted herself, taking her weight on hands and knees.

  “Darling-if you reach down between us to our sexy little cunts and expose our clitties, they'll be able to touch — they're both large enough. It's a fabulous sensation.”

  I did as she said, pressing her sex-lips apart until I could see the red, wet tip of her clitoris peeping down below the hair. I did the same with my own and then she lowered herself carefully on to me again until the two hypersensitive pieces of flesh touched. She was right-it was a fabulous sensation! We both had to suppress loud squeals as they slipped and slid wetly together; the feeling was almost indescribable as I felt that warm, wet, rubbery clitoris on mine; little thrills shot through me like a minor orgasm.

  Her arms went right round me and I reached up to twine my arms about her neck as our mouths met. She began to rotate her hips in a small, tight circle and I imitated the movement, locking my legs over her thighs.

  That clitoris of hers was sheer murder as it worked on mine and mine must have felt the same for her. Our juices flower and mingled and we were both so far gone, we would have kept on even if the roof had fallen in on us.

  “Oh, darling; oh, darling,” she kept moaning against my lips. I think I just kept moaning. Suddenly, she stopped with a gasp. “Darling,” she panted, looking into my eyes. “I–I'm almost there-do you want to come this way?”

  “'Oh, please, sweetheart,” I pleaded, hugging her to me. “Don't stop now-go on. We'll spend together. Ooh, darling, I love you!”

  Her hips jabbed down hard, this time and I sucked in my breath with the almost unbearably keen sensation. We jerked our loins at each other, not breaking contact for a second.

  “Open your mouth, darling,” she breathed.

  I opened it wide; her tongue did in and I felt her saliva drip from it to the back of my tongue. That finished me!

  Ecstasy flared in my cunt and gripped my body in wracking spasms. I moaned, twitching uncontrollably, sucking on her tongue. Then she was moaning and wriggling on top of me; I felt warm wetness dribble from her cunt on to mine and run down the furrow to my spending vagina, giving a sort of extra kick to my orgasm.

  Then she slumped on my exhausted body and we lay panting like a couple of long-distance runners at the end of the course.

  “Well-what did you think of that?”

  “Stella! It was out of this world! And then, still in the middle of spending, I felt your come run down on to my…”I hesitated at the word.

  “Cunt? You are funny, Rita,” she laughed. “You love doing what we did and you're as sexy as I am: we're lying here naked together and we're going to make love again in a minute. Our cunts are the centre of the whole operation and yet you always shy from saying the actual word-except once or twice, when you were really gone!”

  “I know-I always have been funny like that. Phil always knows when I'm in 'prime condition'-it's the only time I use the word.”

  “But why? I don't mean one should make a habit of using bad language, but in situations like this, it seems natural to me that one uses the appropriate terms. A prick is a prick, a cunt is a cunt and fucking is, after all, fucking. In our case, it's two cunts, of course. Now, while we're together, alone like this-why don't you want to use the word?”

  “I don't know-some sort of deep-rooted inhibition, I suppose. All right, from now on, when the two of us are like we are now, I'll call a…a cunt a cunt! There- how's that?”

  “Great! Let's have a drink on it before we get down to business again!”

  Stella put on a filmy negligee and crept out into the other room for a bottle and glasses. I just lay back, still naked, waiting for her.

  We had a drink and the fiery scotch roused us from the temporary lethargy. As a lay bare, she sat on the side of the bed and began to fondle me. I looked up at her; she looked very sexy in that negligee, which barely reached her knees and showed the outlines of her body, the nipples of her breasts and her pubic hair showing up dark beneath the pastel pink material.

  I reached out and slid a hand under the hem, stroked up along one smooth thigh to her hip; dipped down across her groin and ran my fingers through the rich pelt below her stomach. She let her thighs splay open and then I was dipping a probing finger into her slit, finding her clitoris and teasing it into wakefulness. She stood up and slipped off the negligee, knelt beside me and I looked up along the shapely body, the up-curving roundness of her jutting breasts, nipples again poking out redly. The bulge of her mount was only a few inches above my face and I raised myself to kiss it. She smiled down at me and stroked my hair, un-coifed and nearly reaching to my shoulders.

  “You have lovely hair, Rita.”

  “So have you, darling,” and I stuck my nose into the crisp triangle.

  She stretched out beside me, hands under her head. I moved close, stroked her, planted a kiss in her armpit. She let me fondle her, but continued to lie on her back, looking at the ceiling.

  “You know, Rita, I sometimes feel terribly guilty about you.”

  “About me? Why?”

  “I seduced you and it was very wrong of me. I'm single and have no ties, but you're a married woman with a daughter.”

  “Am I complaining?”

  “No- but you didn't want to to start with; I could feel it the way you stood when I got you from behind and held on to your titties. I should have stopped then, but I didn't; I wanted you and didn't stop to think about the trouble it could cause you. You realise you probably wouldn't have had this worry about Jane, either? You would have scotched anything like that before I ever got started. I'm afraid I have a lot to answer for.”

  “What is this? A self-recrimination hour? Stella, if the inclination hadn't been in me all the time, I shouldn't have gone through with it.”

  “And if I had stopped to think and not been so selfish, you would never have discovered you'd had the inclination in the first plac
e.”

  “And think what I would have been missing! Now don't start spoiling things…” I allowed my voice to trail off as I leaned over her, seeking her lips.

  “Or is this another form of brush-off?”

  “Brush-off? Oh, darling-I love you!” She gave me one of her special bear-hugs, squashing our breasts together and once more we were locked in our amorous combat.

  We rolled, fondled and wrestled about until the bed creaked; she finally pinned me down on my tummy and straddled my bottom, rubbing her wet sex on one of the cheeks.

  “Oh, darling, that's lovely!” she panted, rubbing harder. “All soft and warm and bouncy!”

  “Could you spend like that?”

  “I think so-if I got my clitty poking well out.”

  “Go on, then. Lift up a minute first.” I pulled a pillow under my hips, raising my behind. “There-enjoy yourself!” I knew she loved my bottom.

  “Thank you, darling-I'll take care of you afterwards.”

  She lowered herself on to my bottom again and this time I could actually feel her stiff little clitoris, all slithery on my bottom-cheek.

  Her hands lightly holding my hips, she rode me, her warm cunt sliding smoothly to and fro on my up-thrust bottom. I lifted it a little more, tightening the muscles to give her a more resistant surface to work on as she began to move faster.

  I heard a little gasp as she pressed her sex hard down on my rear, pulling up on my hips; I felt the extra warmth on my flesh as she came. A little later, she was lying on my back and I could feel her breasts, the nipples soft, now, with the release of her erotic tension. I let her rest for a while, then looked over my shoulder.

  “Nice?”

  “Heaven!” She slid from my back and laid beside me. “Give me a minute's rest and I'll reward you, darling.”

  “Well, while you're resting, I'll pay a visit to the toilet — I want to pee rather badly!”

  Grabbing my negligee, I went out to the toilet and had my pee. On the way back, I looked in on Jane. I switched on the bedside lamp and saw the covers had slipped down to her waist. I gazed fondly at her, he-heavy blonde hair a halo under her head, small, sweet breasts all bare. I just couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to each one before pulling the covers up and switching off the light.

  “Feel better?”

  “Much!” I threw off the negligee and climbed on to the bed. She sat up.

  “How would you like it this time, my love-hectic or gentle?”

  “Mmmm-gentle, nice and gentle; I feel all loving at the moment. I don't mind how you do it, so long as I can hold you at the same time.”

  We lay facing each other and I slipped my arms round her.

  “Ooh, darling,” she whispered. “Those nipples of yours-they're almost burning holes in my titties!”

  I lifted up one leg to let her get a hand in between my thighs, then pressed my mouth to hers, finding it open and waiting to receive my questing tongue.

  Those long, slim fingers began to stroke me, one constantly in contact with my clitoris, slowly and very gently, coaxing me to a climax. I cuddled her close as she masturbated me, stroking her back and bottom, kissing and licking at her mouth, which she held open for me the whole time.

  I felt between her buttocks, finding her anus with a finger-tip; she pushed herself back against my hand.

  “Push your finger in if you want to,” she whispered.

  As gently as I could, I pressed inwards until my finger slipped into her and was clasped tightly in the warm, narrow passage. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I sucked the sweet saliva from it.

  By now, the familiar butterflies had begun to dance in my belly and all the time that finger kept up the gentle frigging of my clitoris.

  “You like my saliva, don't you, sweetheart?”

  I nodded without speaking, my mouth hungering for hers. I felt her tongue slide between my lips again, hollowed this time, and bearing her gathered spittle; it was like nectar to me and I emptied it from the shallow channel.

  My climax took me, then, the weakening pleasure tingling through my body. I held her close with one arm and heard her groan as I thrust my finger deeply into her bottom.

  “Sorry about your poor bottom, darling,” I said later. “I got carried away.”

  “I know! Not to worry, though-all's fair in love and war; I always think sex is half of both.”

  “You know you said you wanted to fulfil an ambition?”

  “Did I? What was it?”

  “You said you've always wanted to sleep with me.”

  “I still do-why?”

  “Well how about now?!”

  “Right! Under the covers, then.”

  “I think we'd better slip our nighties on- my daughter has an awkward habit of diving in in the mornings.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Saturday morning dawned clear and sunny; a shaft of sunlight shone into the room through the window — and Jane came through the door from the opposite direction, both of them meeting at our bed!

  “Isn't it about time you two were out enjoying all that lovely sun? I've been up for ages.”

  I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me in her swim-suit.

  “What time is it?”

  “Must be nearly seven o'clock!”

  “Oh, Jane! Wouldn't you like to go for a swim and then come back-we'll get breakfast, then.”

  “I've been for a swim!. The water's fab-maybe a little on the chilly side at first, but the sun's getting hotter all the time.”

  “But your swim-suit isn't wet.”

  “No, I changed it-this one's for sunbathing.” She sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at Stella, still sound asleep; she looked back at me.

  “Could we have just a teensy-weensy cuddle-Aunty Stella's still asleep.”

  “I don't think so, dear-we're not at home now, you know. Stella might think we were silly.”

  “But this is a holiday and one is supposed to do the things one likes doing on holidays. I like cuddling you! Just five minutes, hm?”

  “Oh, come on in, then,” I said reluctantly, pulling back the clothes on my side and moving in nearer to the sleeping Stella.

  She slid in beside me and snuggled up at once, her body feeling all slinky in the satiny swim-suit.

  “Well, hold me, then, mummy-don't just lie there with your arms at your sides.”

  She wormed closer and I put my arms round her, folding her very lightly. Her bare thighs were rubbing against mine and again I felt that tender ache as her young breasts pressed into me. She seemed to sense it, and pressed into me the harder.

  Her hand slid under my nightie at the back and stroked up over my bottom to my waist. She kissed me on the neck, quite a daughterly peck.

  “You're a lovely mummy. You looked gorgeous in your swim-suit yesterday.”

  She kissed my cheek, my nose, then my mouth; but the one on the mouth was not the sort of kiss a daughter should bestow on her mother. It was a woman's kiss, lips slightly parted; she lingered there and my heart started to thud. Did she know what she was doing? I pulled my head back.

  “Did-didn't you like Stella in her costume, too?” I gasped, trying to take her mind off kissing.

  “Oh, rather! But shouldn't you have said: 'almost in her costume'? She's got a lovely big bottom and fab titties!”

  “Jane! You mustn't talk like that about Stella — indeed, you shouldn't talk like that at all!”

  “But she has got-er-what I said! I think you are both gorgeous and I can hardly wait until I'm about eighteen!”

  “That's over two years from now. Why eighteen, anyway?”

  “That's when you said your figure became like it is now, so I suppose Stella's did, too.” Her hand was stroking up and down my back. “You don't sleep bare with Stella, then?”

  “What? Of course not-I don't sleep bare with any- er-at home, either. Why that remark?”

  “Oh, no, I forgot-you'd only taken off your nightie the other morning because it was hot.�
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  I made no reply to that one, thinking the whole subject best left alone. She was kissing the side of my neck again, a little more ardently, this time. I lay there with my arms lightly about her slim waist, wanting and yet not wanting her to stop. She drew away from me after a while, but her hand moved up my back, taking the nightie with it. I reached behind me and pulled it down.

  “No, Jane, you mustn't.”

  “Go on, mummy-just for a minute. Pull your nightie up and I'll pull my costume down-just for one quick cuddle in our nothings.”