When she felt me relaxing, she lifted her head and made to move away.
“No, darling, wait — just let me have a little rest first and then I'll see to you.”
I lay back, recovering my breath, looking up at my unfinished task from between her thighs. She lifted herself higher and looked back at me from between her legs.
“It felt and tasted as though you rather enjoyed yourself!”
“Mmmm-it was fabulous!”
“Want to rest a while longer before you see to my needs?”
“No-I'll take care of you right now! Just lower that sexy-looking thing a bit more and I'll do my best to suck you dry!”
Down it came with alacrity, covering my mouth with heated wetness. She knelt quite still, her head between my thighs, mouth just resting on my sex, as I gammed her. I reached down between her legs, feeling for her breasts, flattened against my stomach; she raised herself enough for me to get hold of them and I began to pull on the teats as though milking her.
This drove her wild as the nipples became hot and elongated under this treatment. She began giving my cunt great, passionate licks, frantically rubbing her own against my mouth.
Suddenly, she made me jerk hard as she sucked the lips of my vulva forcefully into her mouth, teeth nibbling; her cunt jabbed down on to my mouth and then her familiar and beloved nectar was seeping between my lips.
“Oh, darling, that was wonderful,” she sighed, as she relaxed beside me.
“We'll have to do that again-I'm afraid I didn't time it very well.”
“Well, you did have a start on me.”
We pulled a sheet up over us and switched off the light.
“Enjoy the week-end. Rita?”
Rather-except for one thing, of course.”
“Jane? Yes, that is all rather unfortunate.
“Funnily enough-I'm sorry from her point of view, as well; we bring her to the seaside to make a break for her and end up by smacking her bottom on the last night!”
“You had to do it, though, Rita, or goodness knows where it would end.” She snuggled up to me, kissed the lobe of my ear. “Poor darling, you have got some problems, haven't you? And all because of me.”
“Don't go blaming yourself again, dear-I wouldn't have it otherwise, now.”
“Darling.” A small whisper.
“Hm-hm?”
“It excites you, doesn't it?”
“What does?”
“Jane cuddling you.”
“It does, I'm afraid-and I hate myself for letting it.”
“It's not your fault — that's a natural reaction. It would do the same to me, and I'm no cradle-snatcher-especially the daughter of the woman I love! I must admit I found it pleasant seeing her all bare right down to her slim hips on the beach; those young tits of hers look very promising!”
“Stella-you are one lascivious woman!”
“I don't mean I have designs on the girl…”
“It wouldn't surprise me if she had designs on you, though! Didn't you notice the hot looks you got in your bikini?”
“Did I not! And how disappointed she looked when we kept our own titties covered. Mean, weren't we! She was just dying to have a peek, poor thing. Seriously- what will you say to her in the morning? Thought of anything yet?”
“How could I, with what we were doing? No-I'll just play it my ear when the time comes.”
“And you're prepared for the worst? About her seeing us, I mean?”
“I suppose so.”
“Actually, when you come to think of it, it wasn't all that dreadful. What did we do? We smeared some tan lotion on each other…”
“And kissed and played with each other's titties- and don't forget that long, long kiss just before we came up from the beach. Let's face it, Stella-we were like a pair of lovers. Even coming up the path we were playing around that way-and as We came through the door, I kissed one of those sexy breasts of yours; that must have been in full view of Jane, too.”
“Well, it could have been worse — if she'd seen us going for each others cunnies, then that would have been disastrous!”
“Hm-it probably seems a lot worse to me than it really is. We'll see.”
“Well, I hope you don't have to smack her bottom again — seems a shame when all she's doing it for is love.”
“Yes, but what sort of love?”
“Incestuous, I know, but it's still love — and she probably doesn't even know the meaning of the word incest, anyway.”
“I wouldn't care to bet on that!”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Well, we go back today, darling.”
I opened my eyes to see Stella sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over me. “I'm afraid,” she added regretfully.
I reached for her nakedness, drawing her down and seeking her mouth; it opened on mine as we kissed. All soft it was and fresh, tasting of tooth-paste; I sniffed at her; smelling of toilet soap.
“What time is it?”
“Quite late; I let you sleep on while I washed and made tea. It's getting on for ten o'clock.”
“Oh, gosh!” I sat up and threw back the sheet.
“I've already knocked Jane up and given her a cup of tea-she's getting dressed. I thought it might be a better idea for you both to be dressed and out in the open when you talk to her.”
“Thanks-it is. You didn't go in like that, did you?”
“Not likely! I think I should have had a little more on than my negligee, though; you know how nearly transparent those things are. Our Jane was all eyes and kept me there while she told me what an enjoyable time she'd had; insisted on kissing me for being such a nice Aunt Stella!”
“You let her?”
“What else could I do? I'm not supposed to know what's going on between the two of you.”
“She- she didn't try to take any liberties with you, did she?”
“If you mean did she try to get at what I had under the negligee, she didn't-but the kiss she gave me wasn't exactly the way a teenage girl would normally thank her aunt for a week-end at the sea-side! Arms round the neck, pressed close, mouth open-the lot! I pulled away as soon as she started to try rubbing her titties against mine and pretended not to notice.”
“Best thing, I suppose-although I could hardly pretend not to notice what she did with me!”
I washed and had a brief, but passionate, clinch with Stella before we dressed. The sky was slightly overcast, but it was still very warm and slightly clammy, so we dressed in the scantiest of undies and thin silk dresses, dispensing with suspender-belts and stockings.
We breakfasted and I found Jane subdued but not unfriendly. Afterwards, we all chipped in to straighten things around the bungalow. Stella took the opportunity when we had finished tidying up and Jane went to pack her bag, of giving some advice.
“We have no need to rush-we can have a last swim before we go. I'll stay in a bit longer and you can talk to her on the beach. It'll be better to get it over with before you get home.”
We had our swim.undressing in our bedrooms and going down in our costumes, not bothering with towels. Stella hung back until we were just about ready to come out of the water before going in. Jane and I waded out on to the beach, myself hanging back this time, frantically trying to think of the best way to broach the subject and seeing myself to face what Jane would almost certainly have to say about Stella and I–I did cherish one forlorn hope, though, that she might not dare accuse her own mother of such a thing, if she really knew what lesbianism was.
As we stopped and turned to look out at Stella, I decided the best thing to do would be to come right out with k.
“Let's wait here for Stella, Jane. Sit down-I want to talk to you.” I kept my voice as impersonal as I could and dropped down on the sand beside her.
“Yes, mummy?” she said with a confidence which made things even more difficult.
“You realise that what you did last night was very wrong, don't you?” Now where did I go from there? “I am your mo
ther and…”
“All the more reason why I should want to love you and why you should let me,” she replied, her voice respectful but quite firm. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me, as though surprised that I should see things any differently.
“You call what you did love? Why do you think I smacked your bottom?”
“Well, perhaps I was a little too forward to begin with; I'm not very well up on these things, yet-I'll learn as I go along.”
“What on earth are you talking about? I don't want any repetition of last night, you understand? I should not only smack your bottom the next time-I'd also speak to your father and perhaps even your head teacher.”
She deliberately pulled the shoulder-straps of her costume down her arms and peeled it down to her waist, then relaxed on the sand, looking up at me.
“I seem to be getting all mixed up, mummy,” she said archly. “Do you mean I'm not old enough to be allowed to love you like that? Will I be able to when I'm a little older?”
“You certainly will not!”
“Not even when I'm say, about twenty-or maybe over twenty-one?”
“Not ever! Now enough of this nonsense-you know perfectly well it-it's not natural. And another thing- these morning cuddles must stop; you're getting a big girl now and not a baby any more.”
“Does that mean that you have stopped loving me? And that I mustn't love you, either?”
“Of course I still love you-you're my own daughter and I hope you will continue to love me, but without the demonstrations we've had lately. Understood?” I decided to terminate the conversation right there, breathing a sigh of intense relief as I stood up; I had got through without Stella being brought into it. I waved to her and she started to swim ashore; I began to walk towards the water to meet her.
“Mummy,” came Jane's quiet voice behind me. “Mummy-why it is that your very own daughter isn't allowed to touch you bare and yet a stranger can? Well, not a stranger-a friend!”
I swung round, heart pounding. She was getting to her feet, not looking at me.
“What? What was that you said?” My voice sounded choked, as though it didn't belong to me.
She took her time getting up and strolling across to me, finally coming to a halt only a couple of feet away, facing me, her young, naked breasts thrust forward pertly.
“I said why do I get my behind spanked for doing something that you like Stella to do?”
“That-that was in fun.”
“But I like that sort of fun, too. Is it because I'm your daughter that I can't do it? In that case,” she went on without waiting for a reply. “I could do it to Stella, couldn't I?” And she walked towards the water to meet Stella.
“Jane!” I shouted, running after her. “Don't you dare…”
“What mustn't she dare?” Stella came trotting up, splashing water all over us. She pulled off her rubber cap and shook out her hair. “I suppose we'd better be starting back pretty soon.” She looked at me and I raised hopeless eyebrows. “Tell me later,” she whispered. She turned to Jane. “Were you coming to meet me for anything special, Jane?” She asked, knowing she was forcing an issue.
“No-nothing special.” Jane backed down, but as we went up to the bungalow, she came close to breathe in my ear. “We'll have to have a longer chat later, won't we, mummy! Much longer!”
I looked at her, meeting her knowing eyes, then turned away quickly, nodding.
As soon as Stella and I got into our bedroom, I told her what had passed.
“Well, she did see us on the beach, then, or she wouldn't have been so confident. There's one thing, though-it's all out in the open now, and not hanging over your head. The next talk you have must be brief and your line must be that you've done nothing to be ashamed of; say it was just a bit of horse-play. Then get very bold and say that if you ever hear it mentioned again, you'll tan her rear for her and tell Phil and her head mistress. End of discussion-walk away. OK?”
“I suppose so.”
“You've got to play tough, darling, or she'll walk all over you. Now you do that-you realise she'd have you reporting to her room night and morning if she had the chance!”
So there we left it and started sponging each other down to gel the sand the salt water off before dressing.
All three of us cast a sorrowful look back at the bungalow as we climbed into the car.
“Don't look so down-hearted,” smiled Stella, “we'll be coming back again before very long.”
Jane insisted on sitting in the back, this time, leaning her arms on the back of our seats for most of the journey, chin resting on her hands, looking through the windscreen at the oncoming road from between our shoulders. I felt no surprise when I caught her glance dropping to our thighs or peeping down the tops of our dresses, knowing quite well that that was why she had been so “unselfish” in letting me sit in front with Stella.
The journey back was also uneventful, high-lighted by lunch and a cool lager later. Jane was polite but a little distant and thoughtful, as though gathering her mental ammunition for our coming talk. I felt a lot better about things since she had got around to bringing out what was on her mind, and, now I came to think about it, the little petting Stella and I had done back there on the beach wouldn't have looked much more than horseplay to someone standing a couple of hundred feet away, would it? Would it?!! In any event, I felt a lot more confident in approaching the next discussion.
It was about six o'clock when we pulled in to Stella's drive-way. As we got out, Jane spoke up boldly.
“Aunt Stella-would you mind if I had a word with mummy in your house?” She put on a little-girl tone. “It's a little secret between us that we don't want daddy to know about.”
Stella threw me a questioning look and I nodded, welcoming the idea-I didn't want Phil hanging about while this talk was on, knowing his opinion of Stella!
“Of course not. Come on in and I'll fix something to drink in the kitchen while and mummy discuss your little secret.”
She left us alone in the living-room and I turned to face my daughter. My intention was to let her have her say, whatever it might be, then come down on her like a ton of bricks, as Stella had suggested. It worked — up to a point!
“Well, Jane?” I kept my voice brisk. “Say whatever you have in your mind, but make it brief-we can't keep Stella waiting out in the kitchen.”
“Oh, this won't take long, mummy.” She took her time strolling over to the couch, sitting down and crossing her legs deliberately in front of me, giving me a generous view of her thighs, like a ham actress playing a vamp. “I liked what I saw Stella and you doing and I want a share,” she stated baldly.
“Have you finished?” I demanded, ignoring, for the moment, the enormity of the request.
“And if you're thinking of smacking my bottom again and threatening me with dad and the school, I shouldn't do that, mummy.”
“That is exactly what I am going to do!”
“That's funny was going to say the same thing.”
“How do you mean?”
“Telling daddy about the fun you and Auntie Stella have together. There would be no point in yelling it round the school,” she went on musingly, then smiled brightly. “Might be fun to smack your bottom, though!”
“Jane! You little…” I took a step towards her, face flaming, intending to haul her across my lap and relieve my feelings on her backside.
“Now don't do anything silly, mummy,” she cried hastily, getting up and darting round to face me from behind the couch. “If dad got to know about it, he might want to smack your bottom!”
“Get to know about what?” I asked desperately. “I told you that was just a little horse-play Stella and I had on the beach.”
“The sort of horse-play some of the older girls indulge in in the dorm, at school after lights out! Playing with each others titties and pee-holes…”
“Jane-I won't tolerate such language! And Stella and I didn't do anything like that. Now I'm going to…”
“Hear what I have to say,” she finished for me cheekily. I know you didn't go for each other's pee-hole on the beach-you only kissed and rubbed titties. But what about at night when you both went to bed? You didn't stop at kissing!”
The world was going round; I found it hard to believe I was talking to my own daughter. I must be having a nightmare and would wake up soon.
“We went to bed to sleep, what else?” I tried to infuse as much outraged modesty as I could into my voice.
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