“You're all bare again, mummy!”
“Is that such a peculiar state to be in when one is in bed? Now off with you, darling-you're squashing me!” I pushed her off to lie beside me.
“Ouch! Ugh! What on earth's that?”
I felt my whole body go hot when she pushed back the covers again and wriggled away, looking down to where her bottom had rested.
There, glistening obscenely, was a large patch still quite wet and milky-looking (and most likely still warm)- the result of mine and Phil's orgasm still leaking from me.
“Oh, mummy-what is it? It-it's all on my bottom — all slippery and warmish. Ugh!” She shuddered.
To save facing her and to give me time to think, I got out of bed.
“Wait, dear-I'll go and get a flannel.”
Feeling my face must be the colour of beetroot, I went into the bathroom and fetched a flannel.
“Turn over on to your tummy!” She turned over and I wiped the stuff from her bottom and then rubbed the stained sheet. “There-that's all right, now.”
“But what was it, mummy? It was just like the inside of an egg.”
“As a matter of fact-that's just what it was.”
“Then what happened to the yolk?”
Teenage daughters! I began to get a little annoyed.
“Why the inquisition? I wanted something to settle my tummy and daddy suggested the yolk of an egg: he brought a glass and the egg separately and it was as I separated the yolk that the white spilled on to the bed. I was just getting up to clean it when you came in. Now-are you satisfied?”
I see,” she said-rather evasively, I thought. “I came for my cuddle,” she announced then.
“Come on, then, darling; mummy'll give her baby a cuddle.” Anything to distract her from the other subject!
She snuggled into me and I cuddled her close. This time I lay on my side, facing her, to avoid her climbing on top of me. I couldn't win, though!
She pushed herself away and pulled her nightie off over her head before coming in close again, her arms hugging me tightly.
“There, — that's better! All nice and bare!” She rubbed herself against me again and I felt her hard young breasts push into mine. “You do feel lovely, mummy-all soft and warm and cuddly.”
Her hands stroked down my back to my bottom, gently squeezed the cheeks. I jerked as she ran a fingertip along the crease.
“Jane! That's not nice.”
“I think it's lovely-it feels lovely!” She patted it and then stroked down the side of my body, over my hip and down the thigh. “I want a figure just like yours. How old were you before your-er-whatever-you-want-me-to-call- them were as big as this?”
I gasped as she pulled away a little and one of her hands closed over my left breast. Involuntarily I made to pull her hand away, a sharp rebuke coming to my lips. Then I thought better of it and let her hold the breast for a while. If I kept on telling her she “mustn't” too much, she'd grow up with distorted ideas.
“Oh, about eighteen or twenty, I think.”
“Do they feel heavy to carry around all the time? They must weigh something!”
“I've never thought about it-I suppose one gets used to the weight; I don't know. No.” I laughed, “I've never weighed them — and, anyway, they're not that heavy! Or big!”
“They're gorgeous, though. Let me feel the other one, too.”
I allowed her to push me over on to my back where I submitted to a thorough inspection of my breasts. I watched her face as sue ran her fingers over each globe, her eyes intent. I held my breath as she touched the nipples, ran her palms over them; I tried thinking of something entirely divorced from my body to prevent the natural reaction.
Then she straddled me, planting a knee on either side of my waist; the newly-sprouting hairs of her sex brushed my stomach. She giggled and threw a glance over her shoulder as my own pubic hair tickled her bottom. She looked down at me again, then delivered the coupe de gras! She took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed. Sensation flared in my breasts and the nipples immediately began to stiffen to erection in her fingers.
“Mummy-they-they're getting all stiff! Did I do that?”
I pulled her hands quickly away and held them to prevent further damage!
“Yes, darling-you rubbed them. It wasn't your fault-I wore a rather tight bra yesterday and they're a little sore.” was the best I could think of on the spur of the moment.
She bent to look more closely.
“They're getting even bigger!” She bent lower. “I am sorry, mummy-let me kiss them better.”
“NO!” I yelped, trying to get my hands there first. But I was too late. She pressed her lips to one and gently kissed it, then turned her head towards the other. Just one kiss like that, I thought, won't do any harm; let her get on with it. I never learn! She kissed it, lingered, then I groaned as her mouth opened and closed over the entire nipple. I felt it pulse between the soft warmth of her lips. She gave it a gentle suck and I felt her warm tongue touch it briefly. For a moment, I lost my head.
“Oh, baby!” I moaned brokenly, clasping her to me and kissing the top of her blonde head.
She sank down, stretching her legs, to lie at full length on me. Her pelvis touched mine as she stretched out, her mouth never once leaving my nipple, which now must have felt huge between her lips. As our thighs touched, I allowed mine to spread open and she sank between them. Our loins met, hairs mingling, then her arms went round me. I felt the rapid rise and fall of her sweet little breasts; I was breathing as though I had been running as I pressed her close.
“My sweet little Jane,” I murmured rapturously, and heard a hot, answering moan, the suction on my nipple becoming stronger.
Her tongue glided over my nipple again and licked around the perimeter; she removed a hand from under my back to fondle the other breast. Her hips began to slowly move up and down, rubbing her sex against mine. My body responded and I lifted my loins to meet her. Then my brain took over; it was like waking from a dream.
“No, Jane-no more, darling.” I just couldn't be cross with her, or even speak sharply and pretend to be. “Come, my love-we must get up, now.”
Gently, I lifted her head, forcing her mouth away from my breast. I squeezed one of her buttocks and softly patted it.
“Lift up, sweetheart.”
She looked up at me, her eyes all swimmy, her mouth moist and open. I looked away quickly to hide the sudden tears that misted my own eyes. I glanced down at my breast; the nipple was huge, red and very wet from her ardent mouth. I pulled myself together, then, and became brisk.
“You get bathed and dressed and I'll cook you a nice breakfast. Go on, now.”
“Mummy-I started to feel all sort of funny just then; I felt something wonderful was about to happen to me.” She pouted, then. “And you spoilt it by making me get up.”
“Sorry, darling,” I smiled at her. “Go and get dressed, now-remember you've got all your packing to do for the week-end.”
“Very well, mummy.” She went to the door and looked back. “Mummy.” She looked thoughtful.
“Hm-hm? What now, Jane?”
“We've had lots of cuddles before, but that's the first time I've felt like that.”
“Well, Jane, darling,” I searched for the right words. “We haven't really cuddled like that; you've never sucked on…”
“Your beautiful titty! That was wonderful, mummy, why?”
“Well, I think that's something a psychiatrist could explain better than I could. You see, the feelings you had go right back to when you were a baby and I used to feed you at my breast.” I paused, then finished, “And that's about as near as I can get…I think!” She stood looking at me with a puzzled expression.
“Go on.”
I grinned, “Scat!” I slid out of bed, still naked, picked up a towel and headed for the bathroom as she went
