“Ssh Jane-you mustn't let Stella hear you say things like that-she'll think you're a baby!” said I, knowing she'd think just the opposite!
“Only for a second-she won't know.” Jane dropped her voice to a whisper. “You know how nice it feels when we're bare for our cuddle.” She pulled away and was slipping the shoulder straps of her swim-suit down her arms.
I tried to stop her, but one small breast came into view, the nipple looking all pink and tender, then the other one. She pulled the costume down to her waist and was continuing on down, before I could bring myself to stop her.
“No farther, darling-and just one quick cuddle, mind, no more, understood?”
“A cuddle without a kiss is like bacon without egg,” she pouted.
“Just one kiss, then, as well,” I said quickly, to keep the subject from eggs!
She lay there looking at me, waiting for me to pull my nightie up, those budding breasts of hers almost looking impatient for the coming thrill. With a sigh, I stripped the nightie up above my breasts, saw her face light up and heard her admiring gasp as they were exposed.
She pulled the clothes down on our side of the bed, to my hips, and I shivered as she gazed at me, turning my head away as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.
It was my turn to gasp, then, as she threw her arms round me and gave me her favourite bear-hug. She pulled her head back and smiled into my face for a moment.
“There's no need for you to blush, mummy-I've seen you lots of times before in your birthday suit!”
Then she slowly laid her mouth on mine, making the most of the allotted one kiss and one hug.
Her breasts pressed into me, our tummies met, one of her thighs insinuated itself between mine before I had a chance to close them tightly. That soft, velvety mouth of hers opened, her tongue seared my lips. I felt our nipples responding to each other as one of her hands slid down my back to my bottom, pulling me in very close. She rubbed her body slowly against mine, nearly driving me crazy with shameful, reluctant want.
“Oh, mummy; darling mummy,” she was breathing against my lips. “You're so beautiful — I love you mummy. Let me love you.”
Her thigh moved higher, pressed hard against my sex; my body betrayed me once again, as my hips began to move, slowly rubbing my sex on her thigh. My nipples were huge and hot and I felt hers, hard and warm, poking into them. The next second, her tongue was right in my mouth; for a moment, I allowed it to stay, caressing it with my own. Then I felt Stella stir behind me and that gave me the needed impetus to push Jane from me and pull away from her thigh between my legs.
I looked once at Jane before turning on to my back. We were both breathing heavily and I saw her little nipples poking out and very red. Our eyes met, hers with a look of disappointment in them.
“Pull you swim-suit up, darling,” my voice was all shaky. “I think Stella is waking up,” I added in a whisper, as I started to pull my nightie down.
I got the nightie about half way down, when Stella turned over. throwing her arm across my tummy. She was obviously still not quite awake, yet, as she murmured something in a sleepy voice and her hand went up under my nightie to cup one of my breasts. Blushing furiously under Jane's wide-eyed gaze, I pushed Stella's arm down.
That made things a lot worse! Her hands slid down over my stomach and straight between my thighs, closing over my sex She murmured something else that had my name in it and squeezed my already excited slit.
“Stella!” I sat up with a yelp.
“Huh? Wassamatter? Rita, darling!” She stretched and moved closer, an arm going across my hips. “Mmmm- you feel gor…”
Her hand fumbled at my thighs again and I grabbed it and held it.
“Wake up, Stella-you've been dreaming!”
My daughter lay watching the performance with eyes that seemed too thoughtful and I began to wish we hadn't come on this trip.
At last, Stella was awake, though, and she lifted her head and looked across at Jane, her costume still down to her waist.
“Jane! I didn't hear you come in.”
“You were asleep, Aunty Stella.”
“You're very pretty, Jane-but why the bare bod?”
“She-er-came into the bed to try and pull me out and we had a little wrestle. She slipped her swim-suit down because it's on the tight side.” I answered for her.
Stella looked at me and I raised an eyebrow out of Jane's line of sight.
“Oh, I see,” said Stella. “Well, I must go to the toilet.” She got out of bed and pushed her feet into her slippers — I was very glad we had taken the precaution of wearing our nighties.
I was not so pleased with her leaving me alone with Jane, though, for as she left the room, my precocious daughter threw herself on me again, wriggling her bare body against my thin nightie. Her mouth was at mine again and once more I felt myself slipping, as her hands came up between us to squeeze my breasts. Where was this all going to end! As her tongue nicked over my lips. I grasped her hands and resolutely pushed her off. I rolled away from her and got out the other side of the bed.
“That's enough, Jane-you're acting like a baby.” She was acting like a woman! Whether she realised what she was doing or not, I wasn't sure.
“Mummy! Look at this!!'
I looked down as she stood beside the bed, one leg upon it, pointing at her thigh. I looked closer and saw a tiny smear of wetness half way down the thigh. I knew it was from me-where she had pressed against that over- sexed fanny of mine!
“It reminds me of that egg you spilt in your bed at home, mummy-not so thick, though.” She touched it with a finger-tip. “Slippery, too.” I felt the blood rushing to my face as she brought the finger up to her nose and sniffed. “That's funny-it has that same kind of smell: not so strong though.”
I was saved from further embarrassment by Stella coming back. Jane pulled her costume up and Stella playfully ruffled her hair.
“You start things going in the kitchen, Jane-your mother and I will be out in a few minutes to help.”
Jane left the room and Stella and I pulled off our nighties to start getting dressed. Stella picked up a towel and went over to the wash-basin, turned on the tap and bent to soap her face. I looked at the full moons of her behind and started feeling sexy all over again. What was getting into me-was I becoming a nymphomaniac, or something?
I went over and stood beside her, waiting my turn at the basin. I stroked her bent back.
“What's happening to me, Stella? You walk naked over here and bend over the basin to wash; I take one look at your bare bottom and start feeling as sexy as hell. What can I do?”
“You might try giving me a small kiss. Ouch!” I delivered a sharp slap that made the cheeks wobble, then, contrite, bent and planted a swift kiss on each buttock.
“Sorry, darling, but you know I didn't mean just looking at you. It's everything and almost all the time- I only have to think of you when I'm home and I go all sexy. I always have enjoyed sex, but now it's rarely out of my mind. Why, I'm even getting that way about my own daughter-I have to take a very tight grip on myself not to do something I'd be sorry for afterwards.”
“Jane, hm! Well, that's rather different. You love me in a special sort of way.” She straightened up and looked at me. “I think?”
“You know I do, darling.” I touched her shoulder and ran my hand caressingly down her arm.
“The same as I love you-I get all sexy when I think about you, and even more sexy when I see you — especially in what you're wearing just now!”
She picked up the towel and began to dry herself, standing away from the basin to let me get there.
“Jane, as I said, is rather different. She forces herself on you-in a place you naturally associate with love- making; where you have little or no clothes on: she has no clothes on, either and with all that kissing and cuddling, I think it's only natural you'd feel sexy. I take it that was what was happening this morning?”
“I'm afraid so. I tried to stop her, but what can I do, short of being rude and maybe planting more ideas in her mind. She's always come in to me for a cuddle and now she's found she likes the feel of my bare body against hers-what do I give her as a reason why she shouldn't?”
