bottom. I lifted it a little more, tightening the muscles to give her a more resistant surface to work on as she began to move faster.
I heard a little gasp as she pressed her sex hard down on my rear, pulling up on my hips; I felt the extra warmth on my flesh as she came. A little later, she was lying on my back and I could feel her breasts, the nipples soft, now, with the release of her erotic tension. I let her rest for a while, then looked over my shoulder.
“Nice?”
“Heaven!” She slid from my back and laid beside me. “Give me a minute's rest and I'll reward you, darling.”
“Well, while you're resting, I'll pay a visit to the toilet — I want to pee rather badly!”
Grabbing my negligee, I went out to the toilet and had my pee. On the way back, I looked in on Jane. I switched on the bedside lamp and saw the covers had slipped down to her waist. I gazed fondly at her, he-heavy blonde hair a halo under her head, small, sweet breasts all bare. I just couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to each one before pulling the covers up and switching off the light.
“Feel better?”
“Much!” I threw off the negligee and climbed on to the bed. She sat up.
“How would you like it this time, my love-hectic or gentle?”
“Mmmm-gentle, nice and gentle; I feel all loving at the moment. I don't mind how you do it, so long as I can hold you at the same time.”
We lay facing each other and I slipped my arms round her.
“Ooh, darling,” she whispered. “Those nipples of yours-they're almost burning holes in my titties!”
I lifted up one leg to let her get a hand in between my thighs, then pressed my mouth to hers, finding it open and waiting to receive my questing tongue.
Those long, slim fingers began to stroke me, one constantly in contact with my clitoris, slowly and very gently, coaxing me to a climax. I cuddled her close as she masturbated me, stroking her back and bottom, kissing and licking at her mouth, which she held open for me the whole time.
I felt between her buttocks, finding her anus with a finger-tip; she pushed herself back against my hand.
“Push your finger in if you want to,” she whispered.
As gently as I could, I pressed inwards until my finger slipped into her and was clasped tightly in the warm, narrow passage. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I sucked the sweet saliva from it.
By now, the familiar butterflies had begun to dance in my belly and all the time that finger kept up the gentle frigging of my clitoris.
“You like my saliva, don't you, sweetheart?”
I nodded without speaking, my mouth hungering for hers. I felt her tongue slide between my lips again, hollowed this time, and bearing her gathered spittle; it was like nectar to me and I emptied it from the shallow channel.
My climax took me, then, the weakening pleasure tingling through my body. I held her close with one arm and heard her groan as I thrust my finger deeply into her bottom.
“Sorry about your poor bottom, darling,” I said later. “I got carried away.”
“I know! Not to worry, though-all's fair in love and war; I always think sex is half of both.”
“You know you said you wanted to fulfil an ambition?”
“Did I? What was it?”
“You said you've always wanted to sleep with me.”
“I still do-why?”
“Well how about now?!”
“Right! Under the covers, then.”
“I think we'd better slip our nighties on- my daughter has an awkward habit of diving in in the mornings.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday morning dawned clear and sunny; a shaft of sunlight shone into the room through the window — and Jane came through the door from the opposite direction, both of them meeting at our bed!
“Isn't it about time you two were out enjoying all that lovely sun? I've been up for ages.”
I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me in her swim-suit.
“What time is it?”
“Must be nearly seven o'clock!”
“Oh, Jane! Wouldn't you like to go for a swim and then come back-we'll get breakfast, then.”
“I've been for a swim!. The water's fab-maybe a little on the chilly side at first, but the sun's getting hotter all the time.”
“But your swim-suit isn't wet.”
“No, I changed it-this one's for sunbathing.” She sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at Stella, still sound asleep; she looked back at me.
“Could we have just a teensy-weensy cuddle-Aunty Stella's still asleep.”
“I don't think so, dear-we're not at home now, you know. Stella might think we were silly.”
“But this is a holiday and one is supposed to do the things one likes doing on holidays. I like cuddling you! Just five minutes, hm?”
“Oh, come on in, then,” I said reluctantly, pulling back the clothes on my side and moving in nearer to the sleeping Stella.
She slid in beside me and snuggled up at once, her body feeling all slinky in the satiny swim-suit.
“Well, hold me, then, mummy-don't just lie there with your arms at your sides.”
She wormed closer and I put my arms round her, folding her very lightly. Her bare thighs were rubbing against mine and again I felt that tender ache as her young breasts pressed into me. She seemed to sense it, and pressed into me the harder.
Her hand slid under my nightie at the back and stroked up over my bottom to my waist. She kissed me on the neck, quite a daughterly peck.
“You're a lovely mummy. You looked gorgeous in your swim-suit yesterday.”
She kissed my cheek, my nose, then my mouth; but the one on the mouth was not the sort of kiss a daughter should bestow on her mother. It was a woman's kiss, lips slightly parted; she lingered there and my heart started to thud. Did she know what she was doing? I pulled my head back.
“Did-didn't you like Stella in her costume, too?” I gasped, trying to take her mind off kissing.
“Oh, rather! But shouldn't you have said: 'almost in her costume'? She's got a lovely big bottom and fab titties!”
“Jane! You mustn't talk like that about Stella — indeed, you shouldn't talk like that at all!”
“But she has got-er-what I said! I think you are both gorgeous and I can hardly wait until I'm about eighteen!”
“That's over two years from now. Why eighteen, anyway?”
“That's when you said your figure became like it is now, so I suppose Stella's did, too.” Her hand was stroking up and down my back. “You don't sleep bare with Stella, then?”
“What? Of course not-I don't sleep bare with any- er-at home, either. Why that remark?”
“Oh, no, I forgot-you'd only taken off your nightie the other morning because it was hot.”
I made no reply to that one, thinking the whole subject best left alone. She was kissing the side of my neck again, a little more ardently, this time. I lay there with my arms lightly about her slim waist, wanting and yet not wanting her to stop. She drew away from me after a while, but her hand moved up my back, taking the nightie with it. I reached behind me and pulled it down.
“No, Jane, you mustn't.”
“Go on, mummy-just for a minute. Pull your nightie up and I'll pull my costume down-just for one quick cuddle in our nothings.”
