Yes, My Darling Daughter!

by Pierre le Valle

  “Ssh Jane-you mustn't let Stella hear you say things like that-she'll think you're a baby!” said I, knowing she'd think just the opposite!

  “Only for a second-she won't know.” Jane dropped her voice to a whisper. “You know how nice it feels when we're bare for our cuddle.” She pulled away and was slipping the shoulder straps of her swim-suit down her arms.

  I tried to stop her, but one small breast came into view, the nipple looking all pink and tender, then the other one. She pulled the costume down to her waist and was continuing on down, before I could bring myself to stop her.

  “No farther, darling-and just one quick cuddle, mind, no more, understood?”

  “A cuddle without a kiss is like bacon without egg,” she pouted.

  “Just one kiss, then, as well,” I said quickly, to keep the subject from eggs!

  She lay there looking at me, waiting for me to pull my nightie up, those budding breasts of hers almost looking impatient for the coming thrill. With a sigh, I stripped the nightie up above my breasts, saw her face light up and heard her admiring gasp as they were exposed.

  She pulled the clothes down on our side of the bed, to my hips, and I shivered as she gazed at me, turning my head away as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.

  It was my turn to gasp, then, as she threw her arms round me and gave me her favourite bear-hug. She pulled her head back and smiled into my face for a moment.

  “There's no need for you to blush, mummy-I've seen you lots of times before in your birthday suit!”

  Then she slowly laid her mouth on mine, making the most of the allotted one kiss and one hug.

  Her breasts pressed into me, our tummies met, one of her thighs insinuated itself between mine before I had a chance to close them tightly. That soft, velvety mouth of hers opened, her tongue seared my lips. I felt our nipples responding to each other as one of her hands slid down my back to my bottom, pulling me in very close. She rubbed her body slowly against mine, nearly driving me crazy with shameful, reluctant want.

  “Oh, mummy; darling mummy,” she was breathing against my lips. “You're so beautiful — I love you mummy. Let me love you.”

  Her thigh moved higher, pressed hard against my sex; my body betrayed me once again, as my hips began to move, slowly rubbing my sex on her thigh. My nipples were huge and hot and I felt hers, hard and warm, poking into them. The next second, her tongue was right in my mouth; for a moment, I allowed it to stay, caressing it with my own. Then I felt Stella stir behind me and that gave me the needed impetus to push Jane from me and pull away from her thigh between my legs.

  I looked once at Jane before turning on to my back. We were both breathing heavily and I saw her little nipples poking out and very red. Our eyes met, hers with a look of disappointment in them.

  “Pull you swim-suit up, darling,” my voice was all shaky. “I think Stella is waking up,” I added in a whisper, as I started to pull my nightie down.

  I got the nightie about half way down, when Stella turned over.throwing her arm across my tummy. She was obviously still not quite awake, yet, as she murmured something in a sleepy voice and her hand went up under my nightie to cup one of my breasts. Blushing furiously under Jane's wide-eyed gaze, I pushed Stella's arm down.

  That made things a lot worse! Her hands slid down over my stomach and straight between my thighs, closing over my sex She murmured something else that had my name in it and squeezed my already excited slit.

  “Stella!” I sat up with a yelp.

  “Huh? Wassamatter? Rita, darling!” She stretched and moved closer, an arm going across my hips. “Mmmm-you feel gor…”

  Her hand fumbled at my thighs again and I grabbed it and held it.

  “Wake up, Stella-you've been dreaming!”

  My daughter lay watching the performance with eyes that seemed too thoughtful and I began to wish we hadn't come on this trip.

  At last, Stella was awake, though, and she lifted her head and looked across at Jane, her costume still down to her waist.

  “Jane! I didn't hear you come in.”

  “You were asleep, Aunty Stella.”

  “You're very pretty, Jane-but why the bare bod?”

  “She-er-came into the bed to try and pull me out and we had a little wrestle. She slipped her swim-suit down because it's on the tight side.” I answered for her.

  Stella looked at me and I raised an eyebrow out of Jane's line of sight.

  “Oh, I see,” said Stella. “Well, I must go to the toilet.” She got out of bed and pushed her feet into her slippers — I was very glad we had taken the precaution of wearing our nighties.

  I was not so pleased with her leaving me alone with Jane, though, for as she left the room, my precocious daughter threw herself on me again, wriggling her bare body against my thin nightie. Her mouth was at mine again and once more I felt myself slipping, as her hands came up between us to squeeze my breasts. Where was this all going to end! As her tongue nicked over my lips. I grasped her hands and resolutely pushed her off. I rolled away from her and got out the other side of the bed.

  “That's enough, Jane-you're acting like a baby.” She was acting like a woman! Whether she realised what she was doing or not, I wasn't sure.

  “Mummy! Look at this!!'

  I looked down as she stood beside the bed, one leg upon it, pointing at her thigh. I looked closer and saw a tiny smear of wetness half way down the thigh. I knew it was from me-where she had pressed against that over-sexed fanny of mine!

  “It reminds me of that egg you spilt in your bed at home, mummy-not so thick, though.” She touched it with a finger-tip. “Slippery, too.” I felt the blood rushing to my face as she brought the finger up to her nose and sniffed. “That's funny-it has that same kind of smell: not so strong though.”

  I was saved from further embarrassment by Stella coming back. Jane pulled her costume up and Stella playfully ruffled her hair.

  “You start things going in the kitchen, Jane-your mother and I will be out in a few minutes to help.”

  Jane left the room and Stella and I pulled off our nighties to start getting dressed. Stella picked up a towel and went over to the wash-basin, turned on the tap and bent to soap her face. I looked at the full moons of her behind and started feeling sexy all over again. What was getting into me-was I becoming a nymphomaniac, or something?

  I went over and stood beside her, waiting my turn at the basin. I stroked her bent back.

  “What's happening to me, Stella? You walk naked over here and bend over the basin to wash; I take one look at your bare bottom and start feeling as sexy as hell. What can I do?”

  “You might try giving me a small kiss. Ouch!” I delivered a sharp slap that made the cheeks wobble, then, contrite, bent and planted a swift kiss on each buttock.

  “Sorry, darling, but you know I didn't mean just looking at you. It's everything and almost all the time- I only have to think of you when I'm home and I go all sexy. I always have enjoyed sex, but now it's rarely out of my mind. Why, I'm even getting that way about my own daughter-I have to take a very tight grip on myself not to do something I'd be sorry for afterwards.”

  “Jane, hm! Well, that's rather different. You love me in a special sort of way.” She straightened up and looked at me. “I think?”

  “You know I do, darling.” I touched her shoulder and ran my hand caressingly down her arm.

  “The same as I love you-I get all sexy when I think about you, and even more sexy when I see you — especially in what you're wearing just now!”

  She picked up the towel and began to dry herself, standing away from the basin to let me get there.

  “Jane, as I said, is rather different. She forces herself on you-in a place you naturally associate with love-making; where you have little or no clothes on: she has no clothes on, either and with all that kissing and cuddling, I think it's only natural you'd feel sexy. I take it that was what was happening this morning?”

  “I'm afraid so. I tried to stop her, but w
hat can I do, short of being rude and maybe planting more ideas in her mind. She's always come in to me for a cuddle and now she's found she likes the feel of my bare body against hers-what do I give her as a reason why she shouldn't?”

  “Are you sure she doesn't know already? Those little nipples of hers looked pretty hot and sexy to me! Those girls colleges sometimes teach a lot more than is shown on the curriculum — not from the teachers, but the pupils themselves, exchanging the little bits of information they pick up!”

  “You may well be right. On the other hand,” and I told her about Jane pointing out the smear on her thigh, “do you think she would have mentioned it at all if she knew what it actually was?”

  “Perhaps-for a reason.”

  “That reason being?”

  “The reason being-and you'd better face up to this possibility, Rita-if she wanted you!”

  “Y-you mean sexually?”

  “I do. Have you ever stopped to consider that she might take after you-having the same desires you have? And I mean for another woman!”

  “What am I going to do about it?”

  “As I said before-let it ride this time and do nothing; wait until her next holidays and see what she's like. If she doesn't know then, maybe she'll have realised what it's all about by then.”

  I finished washing and Stella handed me her towel. Before dressing, neither of us could resist a passionate clinch. We drew apart, we both of us eyed the bed wistfully. She patted my behind.

  “Come on, my sweet, let's get dressed-Jane will probably have the breakfast ready all on her own by now. Besides, we have so many things to do, it will be bed-time again before you know it, and I might-only might, mind-have a little surprise for you.”

  “A surprise, eh? Now what could that be?”

  “Just what I said it would be a surprise!”

  * * *

  Later that morning, we drove right up to Bridlington itself, where Jane and I bought one or two little holiday souvenirs for Phil. We drank coffee at Jane's instigation — at a coffee bar where she was able to listen to some of her beloved pop records, played on a jukebox.

  When we were able to drag her out, we started to have a look round the shops.

  “Tell you what,” I suggested, “I'll stand lunch if we have it fairly soon, it will give us time to have a better browse round the shops and still be able to get back for a swim and catch the sun before it goes in.”

  “Lovely idea, mummy, and perhaps we'd have time to have another coffee in that bar, too, before we go back.”

  “Oh dear!” Stella looked at her watch. “Look-I'm terribly sorry, you two, but I've just remembered something. I'm expecting some mail this week-end and I gave the address as care of the village post office: now the village post office is also a sort of general store, and, if my memory serves me correctly, their early-closing day is Saturday. I'm afraid if we don't start back now, they'll be closed.” Then she looked at Jane's crestfallen expression and smiled.

  “No-it wouldn't be fair; it's Jane's holiday and I know she was looking forward to hearing some more pops. You stay with her, Rita, and I'll drive back home, then come and pick you up later this afternoon.”

  “No, that wouldn't be fair, either, Stella.” I objected. “It's quite a long, drive to make you do an extra two trips. We'll come back with you.”

  “If I might make a suggestion-couldn't you both go back and leave me to wander round on my own?” I could tell by Jane's face she had made up her mind to stay one way or the other. “There must be a bus, surely.”

  “As a matter of fact, there is; I think they run every hour-they stop within a few hundred yards of the bungalow. If you think she'll be all right on her own, Rita.”

  “Of course I will-I go back to school on my own and that's over a hundred miles from home.”

  “I think she'll be all right, Stella. How much money have you, Jane?”

  “Oh, about ten bob.”

  “Well,” I fished in my bag. “Here's another pound- have a good lunch if you're going to wander round for a while.”

  “Gosh! — thanks, mummy!”

  “And here's another one-in case something catches your eye in one of the shops.” Stella handed over another pound note.

  “Wow! Nearly three pounds-thank you both,” an arm was thrown about our necks and a kiss planted exuberantly on both our mouths.

  After Stella had recommended a restaurant and shown her.he way to the bus station and I had given the usual motherly admonitions, we drove back to the village.

  This time, I sat in front, having, up till then, allowed Jane the privilege. Stella was a good, and fairly fast, driver, concentrating the whole time on what she was doing. I watched the countryside roll by for a while, getting occasional glimpses of the sea, then sat back and studied the woman who had turned me upside down sexwise-in the last couple of months.

  She was lovely-almost beautiful-with nothing whatever masculine about her; in fact, she was one of the most feminine women I knew. I watched the movements of her ripe body as she drove, knowing intimately the contours suggested under the summer dress, how those two bulges at her chest looked and felt when uncovered.

  Her hand dropped to shift the gear lever and I followed it with my eyes, then remained to watch the slight movements of the full-calved legs, the rounded, nyloned knees and plump, shapely thighs, her skirt rucked halfway up them. I followed the line of her thighs up along the broad swell of her hips back to her breasts again.

  “Gorgeous!” I murmured. “Jane was quite right.”

  “Hm-did you say something, darling?”

  “Talking to myself-about you.”

  “You said something about Jane, though.”

  “I asked her how she liked you in your bikini. She said we both looked gorgeous and that you had a lovely big bottom and 'fab' titties. I was agreeing with her.”

  “Thank you! I take it you've been sitting there studying me-thought you were quiet. I say-you don't think she might have designs on me as well, do you?”

  “I really don't know what to think with Jane this summer.”

  “Here we are.” Stella drove through the village and pulled up at the post office. “Won't be a minute.”

  I watched her round, swaying bottom and long, shapely legs as she disappeared into the shop. It was very little longer than the stated minute, before she emerged, carrying a small parcel and a yellow telegram envelope.

  “She made it-I was hoping she would this side of Sunday,” said Stella, as she got back behind the wheel and put the parcel on the back seat, the envelope in her bag.

  “Who made what?”

  “Rose made it.”

  “Oh, I see — that's a wire from Paris to say she arrived OK, is it?”

  “Er-something like that.” She started the car and we drove back to the bungalow.

  We went inside and she took the parcel into the bedroom.

  “Well, as we're back so early, we can have some lunch and do a spot of sun-bathing while it digests; we'll still have plenty of time for a swim afterwards. By the way, I enquired about the buses from Bridlington at the post office-they pass through the village first-and they're ten minutes after every hour. I should think we could allow Jane, say, three hours in Bridlington?”

  “Quite that, I should say-with a coffee bar around!”

  “With travelling time-say, about four hours.” She glanced at her watch. “Half-past one, so she should be back around five-thirty. Right-let's eat!”

  We ate, undressed and made coffee-in that order. I was feeling pretty sexed up by that time, after watching those curves of hers in a tight summer dress, low in the neck and high in the hem. Then there were those tantalising glimpses of her thighs beneath the rucked skirt as she drove. Apparently, she had been eyeing me in the same way.

  The coffee took some time to make and even longer to drink, with the pair of us playing a kind of un-draped tag game round the kitchen and the main room.

  We wound up wrestling on th
e big, over-stuffed couch; with our naked bodies in direct and intimate contact, things began to get serious. Stella rolled off the couch on to the floor and I rolled on top of her… we stopped wrestling!

  I kissed her and she rubbed herself against me; I looked down at the lovely creature under me and wanted her badly.

  “Darling, I'm terribly sexy!”

  “You're telling me!”

  “I mean now-let's go into the bedroom and…”

  “Do you realise it's almost four o'clock?”

  “It wouldn't take long-don't you want to?”

  “You only have to feel between my legs to get the answer to that! NO! Not now! I might weaken. Let's have our swim and talk about that afterwards.”