“Darling,” she whispered, “that's beautiful. Oh, it feels so good. No wonder your nipples get all big and hot when I do it to you. Did they get like that when I sucked milk from them as a baby?”
I took the chance of pulling my mouth away.
“Yes, dear,” I answered, keeping my face averted and trying to sit up.
“No, mummy-kiss the other one, too.”
I bent over her again and took the other nipple into my mouth, guilt and shame rising in me as I felt it react and become stiffer.
Her hands were under me as I leaned over her, stroking my breasts and stomach; her fingers actually combed through my pubic hair, downwards to the junction with my thighs. They pressed-she was trying to get at my sex! I pulled back from her with a gasp of shock. She scrambled after me, throwing her arms round my thighs, kissing my stomach and sticking her tongue into my navel. Her hand stroked up the backs of my thighs to my buttocks, tried to slip in from the back between the thighs. She was mad for me. I looked down with humiliation at my naked daughter, trying to make love to her equally naked mother. A finger slipped between my bottom-cheeks, touched my anus!
“No, Jane!” my voice was a hoarse cry as I grabbed her wrists behind me and pulled her arms from me. “That's enough — you should know that that's quite wrong!”
She didn't give up. Her arms went round my waist and she pressed close to me, mouth nuzzling at my breasts again.
“I want you, mummy — I want to love you,” she panted huskily. “Let me!”
I struggled with her as I knelt there, trying to unlock her arms so tightly wrapped round my waist.
“Stop it, Jane-I'm your mother,” I gasped.
“I love you, mummy, I love you,” her mouth was wet and soft on my breasts. “I want to love you all over- you're so beautiful; I want to kiss…”
There was a tap on the door; Jane looked up at me, startled. I pulled her arms away and got off the bed, picking up my nightie.
“Come in, Stella,” I called, pulling on the nightie quickly and pushing Jane back on the bed. I managed to pull the covers up to conceal the fact that Jane was naked-not that Stella wouldn't know, but so that Jane wouldn't realise that she knew.
“Tea,” announced Stella, coming in with a tray. “I woke up and found you weren't there, Rita; I guessed you'd probably come in to say good-morning to Jane, so I got up and made some tea for the three of us.”
She sat on the bed and handed round the cups, throwing me an old-fashioned look as she handed me mine.
“Well, it's another lovely day-we should have a good tan to take back with us.”
“We can swim and sun-bathe most of the day,” said Jane.
“We need only wear pants-nobody ever comes round this way, do they, Aunt Stella?”
Stella and I exchanged glances, but made no comment. Stella finished her tea and stood up.
“Well, let's you and I get dressed and start breakfast, Rita-we're missing the sun hanging about indoors.”
And so she got me out of my daughter's amorous clutches for a while.
Back in our bedroom she eyed me, then pulled my nightie right up to my neck and inspected my nipples; felt briefly between my legs and shook her head.
“Ts-tse-it was bad, wasn't it, darling.” She phrased it as a statement of fact. “Want to tell me about it?”
I told her all that had happened, almost in tears as I tried to explain my own feelings. I had stripped off my nightie and she her negligee; we sat on the bed as I told her the story and she put her arms round me and cradled my head on her breasts.
“She was really hot for you this time, then, and no mistake!”
“She wanted the lot! Even touched my bottom-between the cheeks, I mean.”
“Oh. Lord!”
“Tried to get her hand in between my thighs, too. I stopped her, then, but she was trying to make it with me again when you knocked. Notice her face make-up? She was all prepared for me when I went in — hair brushed, nightie off-she even wore perfume!”
“She's got it bad!”
“Then she made me kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples, as she had done to me. And the whole thing was working towards my nether end-her hands kept wandering down there.”
“If you let things go much further, she'll be asking you to touch her there, too! If I were you, I should have it out if she tries that again before she goes back to school. If she has seen us and brings it up, then you'll just have to face it; you'll have to stand the humiliation and embarrassment of having your daughter tell you she knows about your lesbian relations with me. All you can do is say you're sorry, but that's the way it is and that's an end to it; that you will not have any more liberties taken with your person, or indulge her in any more of her 'cuddling' sessions. I don't suppose your regard and affection for each other will be quite the same again, but at least you won't have to go through all this worry about what she's going to demand next.”
“No, you're right, Stella. I shall see how far she tries to go the next time and if it's anywhere near as far as it was this morning I'll put a stop to it. I was hoping things could have been held off until she went back to school, but she's becoming altogether too demanding.”
We dressed in light summer dresses over our swim-suits, completing the ensemble with sandals. When we went out to get breakfast, we found Jane already in the kitchen; she had her swim-suit and sandals, with just a blouse coming to her waist.
As soon as breakfast was over, Jane was off down to the beach, leaving Stella and I to clear up. When we arrived, she had been in for a swim and was now lying back, sunning herself, costume peeled right down to her hips. Stella and I stripped off our dresses, Stella making two pairs of eyes come out like organ stops as she displayed herself in her bikini. We kicked off our sandals and headed for the water.
“Maybe I shouldn't have brought the bikini,” muttered Stella as we waded out. “The way she looks at us makes me feel naked.”
“You might as well, be, my love,” I laughed. “That thing merely serves to accentuate the little it conceals! You're rather gorgeous, though!”
“We'd better not swim too close together — Jane's bound to have her eyes all over the place.” Stella breasted an oncoming wave and struck out; I followed taking a slightly deviating course.
Back on the beach we suffered Jane's surreptitious glances as we bared our breasts to towel ourselves down. Afterwards, we lay face down on our towels, keeping our rears covered with the lower parts of our swimming costumes. Jane continued to lie with her breasts bared to the sun and gave us rather frustrated looks when we turned over and hid our breasts from her view with the towels.
“Don't you want to get a nice all-over tan?” she enquired. “I like to feel the sun on my titties.”
“It won't feel so good if you get them sun-burnt,” Stella warned. “Your mother and I aren't risking it.”
We went in for lunch and then Stella found a beach ball, which she inflated and took back with us. We spent most of the day on the beach; Jane prudently wore her blouse for the rest of the afternoon, except when swimming and Stella and I continued to spoil her day for her by keeping all our vital parts covered!
To round off the evening, we drove out to the pub we had visited the night before, Stella and I wearing panties and bra beneath our dresses. Jane had her port and lemonade and we drank lager.
“Back home tomorrow,” Jane sighed regretfully. “The week-end went like lightning.”
“Time always does when one is having a good time. You enjoyed it, Jane?”
“Ooh, yes, Aunt Stella, it was wonderful-especially my little trip to Bridlington.”
“Never mind-we'll be able to come here again for more week-ends; we might even manager longer next time-this was at rather short notice.”
After a light supper that night, Jane went off to her room. On her way, she bent and kissed Stella and I lightly on the cheek.
“Coming to tuck me in later, mummy?” she murmured as she kissed me.
“I'll look in before we go to bed, dear.”
“Think you'll have to take a stand tonight?”
“If she starts trying what she did this morning, I shall have to.”
Stella got up from her chair and leaned over me, kissing the tip of my nose. “Feel like turning in yet?”
“Any old time with you, darling,” I whispered, drawing her face down to kiss her lips. She let me kiss them and then pulled back quickly.
“Steady-Jane might come out and see us. If that's the way you feel-let's get into the bedroom as soon maybe and do it properly!”
I stood up and we went into the bedroom. Stella at once began to undress.
“Well, I've no strict orders on the dress I have to present myself in, so I'm not going to ask for trouble and go in my nightie. I'll tuck her in and undress afterwards. Shan't be long.”
“Scream if you need me!”
As I went into Jane's room, she was in the act of picking up her nightie. At least, that's the way it looked! She had obviously stripped and sat waiting in the nude for me to arrive. As I went over to her, she dropped the nightie and turned towards me, her face registering disappointment when she saw I was still fully dressed. She hid it and smiled, lifting her arms to me.
“Well, put your nightie on and get into bed if you want me to tuck you in.”
“Thai's all right, mummy-I didn't think you'd be in so soon. Kiss me goodnight here-I have to brush my teeth, yet.”
Maybe I was going to get off lightly tonight, I thought. I took a deep breath as her arms slipped lightly round my waist and I held her bare shoulders as she kissed me. Her mouth lingered, her tongue flicking out and I felt her breath quicken as she pressed closer.
“Darling,” she breathed on my lips.
I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Her arms suddenly slid from my waist and whipped downwards to come up under my skirt, slide swiftly up my thighs, and then her hands were clasping my pantied bottom, pulling me into her. I struggled to pull away as her hands went to the waist of the panties and tugged them down my thighs.
I pushed her away and turned to make for the door, only to sprawl across the bed, as the panties fell down past my knees and tripped me.
Then she was on me before I had gathered my senses from the unexpected attack and subsequent fall. My skirt was whipped up over my back and my panties dragged down my legs. She was kneeling behind me, as I sprawled with my hips on the edge of the bed, her arms clasping my legs, mouth raining kisses on my bottom and the backs of my thighs.
I pushed myself up on to my hands and twisted in her grasp, sitting up. She was ready; her mouth was on the hair at my loins and as I pushed her head away from me her lips trailed wetly down my thighs.
I gave her a hard shove and she fell back on to her behind as I got to my feet and reached down to pull my panties up. Even then, she was looking unashamedly straight up between my legs. I got my knickers on and smoothed down my skirt, then, without a word, I took her hand and hauled her roughly to her feet, pulling her towards me as I sat on the bed. This was something that had to be done.
I gasped her round the waist and pulled her across my lap. She looked up at me once, her eyes moist; she saw my hand raised above her buttocks and realised what I was going to do. I thought for a moment there was going to be a struggle, but she made no comment as she turned her head away and lay still.
I slapped her naked bottom until my hand stung and her cheeks were a fiery red; I went on spanking her, wanting to make her cry and wondering why she wasn't even trying to get away.
At last, I let her go and she stood looking at me for a long moment, biting her lips, tears running down her face, her chest heaving with silent sobs. I was sorry then, but hardened my heart and stood up.
“Now get into bed at once. We'll discuss your behaviour in the morning.”
“Yes, mummy,” she faltered docilely and climbed stiffly into her bed, giving me another view of her hot-looking rear. I switched off her light and went to the door. “And thank you, mummy-I still love you,” came her tearful voice as I went out.
“Well?” Stella reclined naked on top of the bed. “You weren't stripped and raped, I see!”
“Half stripped and almost raped!” I replied grimly.
“No! What happen this time?”
I went over and sat on the bed, holding out my reddened palm for inspection.
“I gave her a darn good spanking on the backside. You should see her bottom!”
“So she really went too far. Well, I'm glad you got it over with. Did she say anything about us?”
“Not a word-I may have that to come in the morning, though. I told her we'd talk about what she'd tried to do in the morning, after I'd smacked her. It was all rather strange, really, the way she took it; she knew I was going to beat her when I took her over my lap, but she didn't make any attempt to stop me or to get away. And when it was over, she actually thanked me for doing it.”
“She probably took it as a girl might from her lover,” said Stella thoughtfully. “Tell me what led up to it.”
“Oh, she was naked and waiting when I went in; pretended she was in the act of putting on her nightie. She dropped the nightie and asked me to kiss her then, as she still had to clean her teeth. Well, we went into a clinch and before I knew what she was about, she had her hands under my skirt, dragging my pants down.”
“Sexy little bitch!”
“I thought the best thing I could do was get out fast and think about what to say to her in the morning. I turned after pushing her away, but the pants had fallen down my legs and I tripped and sprawled across the bed. Then came the worst part of it. My skirt was pulled up and she was kissing my behind and thighs; I managed to twist round, but only to have her mouth planted on my pube-even as I pushed her away, she was slobbering at my thighs. I pushed her and she fell on her behind, and, do you know, Stella-she actually had the brazenness to look straight up between my legs as I stood over her, pulling my pants up!”
“And then, of course, you did what you had to- took it out on her backside!”
“Exactly. So where do we go from there?”
“Sleep on it and let the morning take care of itself- worrying won't help. I'll tell you what you can do right now-get those clothes off and come here to me! I'll take your mind off Jane for a while!”
“I'll bet you will, too!” I stripped quickly, wanting to lose myself in the delights of her lovely body.
I found absolutely no difficulty either, as we lay close, fondling and kissing, swiftly bringing each other to a peak of desire that could only be assuaged by the relief of orgasm. We found, too, using a method Phil and I had tried on occasion-soixant-neuf.
Stella had been kneeling beside me, bending over and kissing my belly; inevitably she had moved lower until her warm breath on my thighs demanded I open them. I lay back, enjoying the intimate caresses for a while, until she shuffled round to a better position so that she could get her head right between my legs.
Her full bottom jutted on my left, only a few inches above my face. As I got more and more heated, I became less passive. I could just see the lips of her vulva peeking out from between the backs of her thighs. I wanted it! I stroked it, watching the lips open and begin to glisten with moisture. Then I wanted to taste it as well.
I lifted myself on to one elbow and craned my neck; I could just get my mouth to the warm, mushy haven and licked adoringly. She did her best to help by opening her thighs wider and pushing her bottom out, but the position was still cramped. She looked round at me.
“Soixant-neuf, darling?”
“Mmmm!”
I lay back again and she straddled me, moving herself back a little until her creamy buttocks hovered above my face. I looked up at them and at the long gash of her sex between the spread thighs; it was completely opened up, now, the hanging labia wet and heavy with her sexual lust.
I reached up between her thighs and round to clasp her hips, urging her down to my wai
ting mouth. Her thighs splayed wider as she lowered her hind lovely quarters, bringing her cunt to rest on my mouth.
We went madly at each other, then, our mouths sucking and even nibbling at the other's drooling quim. As I sucked on her, so she gave me a harder suck in return, tongue thrusting; even the tickling of her hair on the insides of my thighs added fuel to my passion.
I came first, spending at her mouth in a burst of flaming ecstasy, feeling her suck the fluid almost painfully from me. As sensation receded, I relaxed back exhausted, my mouth leaving her sex, still unsated, mutely begging for surcease.
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