Yes, My Darling Daughter!

by Pierre le Valle

  Resting my head on my arms, I allowed my thighs to splay open wide enough for her hand. I couldn't suppress a gasp as her slim fingers touched my vulva; my face was hot with shame as a finger slipped between the lips and moved down to my clitoris.

  I lay still while she carried out her exploration; I forced my body to relax as her fingers left my sex and pulled open my buttocks. I jerked as a finger-tip touched my anus, pressed, slipped inside; groaned with shame and pain as she pushed in further and wiggled the finger in my rectum. The finger was withdrawn, but my bottom-cheeks were still held open. Feasting her eyes on her mother's backside, I thought; Lord-what is she going to want next?

  The next second I jerked hard and almost rebelled, as I felt the soft warmth of her mouth at my bottom-hole.

  “Jane-do you have to go that far?” I muttered.

  “Oh, yes, mummy-you're so beautiful there!”

  Then her tongue was pushing into me. I suffered that for a while, then I was having my whole behind covered with passionate kisses. She was getting bolder as she went along, finding no resistance. My thighs were pulled wide while she had a close look at my sex from the back. Her hands pushed and pulled at my hips, then, and I allowed myself to be turned on to my back, lying with my legs apart while she gazed down at me.

  “You're so lovely, mummy,” she murmured, then she was cohering my front with kisses in an excess of passion. I looked at my nipples as she kissed, seeing them huge and almost raw with desire. I looked, then, at the slim body of my naked daughter, kneeling over me, kissing and fondling, her long blonde hair trailing over my own body.

  Inevitably, she stopped with her face only a scant inch from the hair below my tummy. Almost without realising what I was doing, I spread my legs wider, knowing what she wanted.

  She moved down the bed and I watched, fascinated, as her blonde head sank deep between my thighs. Then my breath hissed through my teeth and I gripped hard on the bedclothes as her soft, tender mouth closed over my slit. Tears came instantly to my eyes, a mixture of shame, embarrassment and sharp, erotic sensation. Her tongue began to lick at me and I squirmed on the bed, trying not to reach down to clasp her head and press her face closer to me. The smooth, silky hair was a caress on the insides of my thighs as she gammed me.

  Eventually, she found my clitoris and I heard her murmur of delight as her lips drew on the excited morsel of flesh. My body began to give way I moaned and reached down to stroke her hair, whispering her name. A few more seconds and she'd have had me spending. She knew it, too, for she pulled her face away quickly and looked up at me, smiling, her lips glistening with the moisture she had induced in me.

  “Not yet, darling mummy,” she murmured, coming up to lie alongside me and stretching out on her back. “I'd like to have that done to me-you seem to love it, so it must be wonderful.”

  Hopelessly, I crawled to her feet and bent between her outstretched legs. I brought my face-close to the slim line of her sex and hesitated.

  “Go on, mummy-kiss it. You want to, I know.”

  Then I pressed my mouth to it, once again, feeling that all this wasn't really happening. I kissed it gently feeling its warmth and softness, the odour of her ii my nostrils.

  “Put your tongue in it, mummy.” she breathed excitedly. “Ooh, that's lovely.”

  I pushed my tongue between the tight little lips, finding wetness.

  “Lick my button, mummy, the same as I licked yours,” she lifted herself to press her little quim against my lips.

  I found her “button” and rubbed it with the tip of my tongue, surprised to find a definite reaction. Carried away, I got my hands under her bottom and held her with her sex close to my face, licking the length of her furrow and titillating her clitoris.

  Suddenly, she grabbed my head, panting, her hips jerking up. I realised I had no idea how forward she was in that respect; was she yet capable of achieving orgasm? I pulled my mouth from her and looked up at her flushed, excited face.

  “Jane-do…do you know what may happen if I go on doing that?”

  “Oh, oh, yes, mummy. I'll have a sp-spend!”

  “You know about that, then?”

  “Yes-I…I've done it to myself lots of times! But it'll be nothing like what you're going to make me do. Ooooh, this is heaven!”

  “Do you want to have your spend now?”

  “Yes. Please!”

  I applied my mouth to her quim once more and had my head grasped tightly. She was emotionally young and fresh and it required only a few licks to have her jerking about, rubbing her little spending slit against my mouth. Automatically. I sucked on her, receiving the thin, meagre juices of her orgasm.

  When she had finished I started to get out of bed, thinking my unwanted chores were over for that morning and wanting to busy myself getting washed and dressed to help fight down my own awakened desires. But Jane had other ideas. She pulled me back, her hand going familiarly between my thighs to feel at my sex.

  “Oh, no, mummy-that wouldn't be fair at all! Not after the lovely feeling you gave me-I've never known anything like it! Now I must do the same for you!”

  “No, Jane, that isn't necessary.” Oddly, I thought it would be even more humiliating to have my daughter give me an orgasm than my giving her one. “No-you get dressed, now.” I wanted to cover my nakedness; I wanted her to get out of the bedroom, so that I could start forgetting what had happened between us until the next time.

  “I insist, mummy,” she said firmly. “Your poor little pee-hole is all longing.” She pushed me on to my back, smiling into my red face for a moment, before sliding down my body to crouch between my legs.

  Then her mouth was searing my cunt once more; lips and tongue becoming ever more knowing. Finally, she had my clitoris between her sucking lips, her tongue flicking constantly over the tip. I was lost.

  Moaning with shame and passion. I clasped her head, pushing my sex hard against her mouth. I spent, then, feeling her mouth leave my slit as she moved up the bed to watch me as I jerked about in the throes of my orgasm.

  She allowed me to get up, then, and she went to her room to dress.

  Later I was about to leave the bedroom, when she came back.

  “Thank you, darling,” she whispered, slipping into my arms and holding on tight. “Did I do it nicely for you?”

  I stood letting her hold me, without answering.

  “Did I?” she insisted. “Tell me.”

  “Yes, Jane, you did,” I sighed, then had to force myself to stand still while her hand foraged under my skirt, fingers inserting themselves inside the crotch of my panties. The little minx was actually frigging me!

  I was saved by the bell! The door-bell. We heard Stella's voice as Mrs. Matthews opened the door and I almost flew down to greet her.

  She looked at my face when she came in and smiled sympathetically when I nodded mutely. Jane came down then and I took Stella's arm to steer her into the drawing-room.

  “Get some coffee ready, Jane,” I said over my shoulder, ensuring Stella and I at least a few minutes alone together.

  As soon as I shut the door after us, she gathered me in her arms and let me have a little weep on her shoulder.

  I told what had taken place, including the mild frigging after I had dressed, then Jane came in with the coffee and put an end to the conversation.

  “Well, I have some shopping to do-like to come over later?”

  “I'd like that very much.”

  “OK-how about lunch?” Then she added very quietly, turning to Jane, “I'm sure Jane can spare you for an hour, now that she's had what she wanted?”

  “Oh, yes-go ahead, mummy.”

  After Stella had gone, she turned to me, a speculative look in her eyes.

  “Aunt Stella is very beautiful, too, isn't she?”

  “She is,” I answered, in full agreement.

  “She must be nice to make love to.”

  “Jane, you've got what you wanted from me-must you keep harping on the subject?” />
  “I'm sorry, mother,” she said seriously, “I'm afraid I can't help it. It was so wonderful with you-and I want to make love to you lots and lots more-but I feel I want to love Stella as well, now!”

  “Well, you'd better forget about it.”

  “Why? She did offer.”

  “That was in place of me.”

  “But I don't see why I couldn't have both of you, now. After all. I know she wouldn't want daddy to know about what you do together any more than you would.”

  “Jane-you promised that if I let you do it with me you wouldn't tell.”

  “Well, I did have Stella in the back of my mind when I said that-I told you at the time.”

  Now what did I do? Where was this all going to end?

  When I was about to go across to Stella for lunch, Jane called me back.

  “Er — mummy. I've been thinking about Stella; I would like to have her as I did you this morning.”

  “Jane you can't be serious!”

  “Oh, but I am. I'm quite sure I could give her pleasure, too-I made you have a nice spend this morning, didn't I?” She went on after a slight pause. “You'll arrange it at lunch, won't you, mummy?”

  “Jane, I can't possibly…”

  “It would be a shame if I had to tell dad all about it-and what will he say when I tell him what you did to me this morning?”

  “I–I'll ask her, then, but…”

  “And you'll ask her to come over here tomorrow morning, when we have our little love session?” I looked into her eyes, seeing the calculating woman I had for a daughter.

  “You're really determined about it, aren't you.” I said quietly.

  “It's only a little love I want. Tell Stella that, won't you?”

  “You force me to ask her and that is what I shall do.”

  “You must do more than that, mummy-you must persuade her. I want you both. You will persuade her, won't you, mummy?”

  I heaved a deep sigh, as I whispered.

  “Yes, Jane.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The following morning, Phil was hardly out of the house before Jane came in for her pound of flesh and I had to go through the whole scene again.

  She made me bring her on with my mouth, after the usual breast-sucking, then I had to lie with my legs apart while she frigged me to my climax, taking a delight in watching my face as I came.

  Afterwards, I had to follow the routine she had mapped out for the morning. I sponged away the spend from between her legs and gave her my make-up to use.

  When she was ready, she settled herself on the bed again and smiled up at me. “You can call her now, mummy.” Slowly, I left the bedroom and went downstairs to where Stella sat with a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other, trying to bolster her courage. I hadn't needed to persuade her when I told her of Jane's threats again. She looked up as I came in.

  “Now?” When I nodded, she swallowed the scotch in one gulp and stood up. “This way-I'm to take you up.”

  We went into the bedroom and poor Stella stood hesitating as she looked at my daughter lying naked on the bed, her legs open and waiting, smiling at us.

  “Help her undress, mummy.”

  Stella and I looked at each other helplessly then Stella started to unbutton her dress. I helped her get it over her head; I removed her bra as she bent to unfasten her suspenders, all the time feeling Jane's eyes on us.

  “Help her get her knickers off, too.”

  Stella silently allowed me to help get her panties off, then she stood naked.

  “Over here, now,” called Jane, her eyes glued to Stella's lovely bared body.

  Slowly Stella walked over to the bed and lay down beside my daughter.

  “All right, mummy-you may go now. I'll let you watch the next time; I want to have her alone first.”

  I looked back once as I went out and saw Stella moving down to crouch between Jane's spread legs.

  * * *

  It was my turn to sit downstairs and drink scotch while I waited. Half an hour went by and then Stella came in, her hair slightly dishevelled, doing up the buttons of her dress.

  “She's a hot little bitch, isn't she!”

  “I'm sorry, Stella,” I said fervently.

  “Can't be helped now, darling,” she said. “As you saw before you went out, she made me use my mouth on her; she's getting ideas, though-wouldn't let me make her spend like that and get it over with. I had to kneel on all fours while she frigged me from behind — I couldn't hold back from having an orgasm. That wasn't the end of it, though. She sucked this nipple.” Stella put a hand tenderly to her left breast. “Sucked it until it nearly came off! Then I had to lie back while she straddled me and rubbed herself off on it. Of course, her hands were everywhere-and her mouth! Even my bottom was investigated thoroughly, hole included!”

  “What are we going to do with her?”

  “What can we do-except as she demands!”

  The door opened and Jane came in, looking all slinky and satisfied-she should be, I thought, having had the two of us in one morning!

  “That was gorgeous,” she purred. “I really do love you both. I want to see you kiss each other-properly, I mean. Go on-a nice, passionate kiss!”

  Stella and I looked at her and then at each other; Stella took me into her arms without fuss and I slid my arms round her neck. Our lips met and clung and for a moment we forgot all about Jane.

  “Great!” She brought us back to earth. “Now I have a plan for the three of us. Tomorrow morning we will all three make love together-how about that?”

  “Jane-is there no depth to your depravity?” Stella asked, releasing me.

  “I call it love!”

  “Well, whatever you say, we have to comply with, I suppose.” Stella looked at me. “Come and have lunch with me again, Rita — help take your mind off this business,” she said pointedly.

  “All right.”

  “But we will all make love together tomorrow, won't we?” Jane insisted. “If you say so, Jane.”

  “All nice and bare in bed,” she said, half to herself, eyes shining. “All right-you go and have lunch, then.”

  “Come out now, Rita,” said Stella, “and I'll drive you over to 'The Grapes' for a drink first.”

  I tidied up and we went out-as far as the gate; Jane came running after us.

  “I've just thought of something. If you're going for a drink first, what time will you be having lunch.”

  Stella looked at her watch.

  “Oh, about two, or thereabouts. Why?”

  “Well, I suppose you'll want to make love afterwards.”

  “Look, Jane-you've got what you wanted; you don't have to pry into what we do alone together, if you're getting your whack.” Stella said in exasperation.

  “Oh, I wouldn't interfere-what you did for me this morning was wonderful, and, after all, I shall have both of you to do it tomorrow.”

  “Well, why the questioning?”

  “I'd like to watch you doing it!”

  “You don't want to come in on that, too, surely?”

  “Oh, no,” she said airily, strolling away. “I just want to watch. I have a lot to learn yet, you know. It'll be nice being able to sit back and see the two of you naked and all loving; much more comfortable that way, than having to stand outside at night, looking in through a window-couldn't hear what was said half the time!”

  “All right, Jane, you needn't go on-come over about two-thirty,” sighed Stella.

  Jane strolled back up the path, then turned and came back, obviously having another diabolical idea, judging by the look on her face.

  “And I should like to see you use that lovely big rubber thing on each other this afternoon-what was it you called it-'Fred'? You'll be all ready now, won't you?”

  Stella and I gave her one long stare and then looked at each other again, shaking our heads as we felt utter defeat.

  “Yes, Jane,” said Stella.

  “Yes,” I sighed. “Ye
s-my darling daughter!!!”