“More to the point-how far are you going to let her go with you?”
“I don't know,” I sighed as I went to the door. “I keep stretching out the liberties I allow her to stave off being openly accused.”
“Never mind-I'll come in and break it up with tea in about ten minutes. That's obviously why she wants you to go to her room, to avoid being interrupted by me. You should be able to hang on to your little cherry for ten minutes, though!”
I left the room and went across to Jane's wondering if she was already awake and waiting for me.
I opened her door and peeped in; she was awake, all right. As I went over to her bed, she stretched, yawned, smiled up at me and threw back the bedclothes. She was quite naked.
She must have been awake for some time, as she seemed to have everything prepared. When I got to the side of the bed, I saw she had brushed her hair until it shone; she had a light make-up on and the smell of perfume was strong. Her nightie was draped over the end of the bed. She moved over and patted the space she had created.
“Get in beside me, mummy.”
Resignedly, I began to slide into the bed, but she stopped me.
“Take your nightie off, first, though.”
I hesitated, wondering if I ought to rebel and face the music. Then I weakened, shrugged and pulled the nightie off over my head, going hot all over as I stretched out, naked, beside her, as her eyes flashed first at my breasts and then down at my pubic hair. I steeled myself as she turned and pressed her own warm nakedness against mine, knowing that in normal circumstances I should have smacked her bottom soundly; she had obviously been playing, at least with her breasts; the nipples were hot and erect as they touched mine.
Her arms went round me as she pressed close, her open mouth making straight for mine. She drew her head back after the first kiss.
“Hold me, darling,” she whispered. “Hold me all nice and tight. I want to feel you lovely and bare against me.
I put my arms round her and our lips met again. I almost cursed my erotic nipples as I felt them stirring on hers. She felt it too, and rubbed her buds against them, her tongue active on my lips.
I tried but failed to analyse my feelings as I held that squirming bundle of slim nakedness in my arms. My heart and brain cried out for it to stop, but my body demanded that it continue. My mouth opened of itself, to be invaded immediately by Jane's tongue.
Hands stroked up and down my back, stopped at my buttocks, squeezed; fingers ran up and down the cleft, paused a fraction of an inch from my anus, as though she were deciding just how far she could go. She compromised by gripping my buttocks again and pulling me into her, so that our loins and the fronts of our thighs were in close contact, public hairs meshing.
Then she was pushing me on to my back, her mouth going for my breasts; I let her, feeling the nipples become huge between her sucking lips. I began to wonder how long I had been with her and hoping for Stella to come in any minute, as I felt the urge to clasp Jane's head and press her mouth even more tightly to my bosom. I shivered as her sprouting young pelt chafed against the tops of my thighs.
Then she was rolling from me, turning on to her back, trying to pull me on top of her.
“Come, mummy,” she panted, “do the same to me, darling. Oh, please do the same to me!” She got one arm round my neck and pulled my head down to her breast. I resisted, stopping with my face only an inch or two from one small, but very excited nipple. I couldn't, I thought. I told myself I had the slimmest of excuses, almost no excuse at all, for allowing the sucking of my own breasts-indulging an innocent, childish desire to re-experience the sensations of her infant days when I breast-fed her. But for me to suck on hers!
Then the decision was taken out of my hands as she suddenly thrust her breast upwards against my mouth, pulling down on my head at the same time. She was wriggling her shoulders, rubbing the breast across my lips, moaning for me to kiss it. I kissed it and tried to pull back, but I couldn't; the tender thing throbbed hot and stiff at my lips. Moaning with love and shame, I gently sucked it between them and laid my tongue against it, hearing an answering moan from Jane.
“Darling,” she whispered, “that's beautiful. Oh, it feels so good. No wonder your nipples get all big and hot when I do it to you. Did they get like that when I sucked milk from them as a baby?”
I took the chance of pulling my mouth away.
“Yes, dear,” I answered, keeping my face averted and trying to sit up.
“No, mummy-kiss the other one, too.”
I bent over her again and took the other nipple into my mouth, guilt and shame rising in me as I felt it react and become stiffer.
Her hands were under me as I leaned over her, stroking my breasts and stomach; her fingers actually combed through my pubic hair, downwards to the junction with my thighs. They pressed-she was trying to get at my sex! I pulled back from her with a gasp of shock. She scrambled after me, throwing her arms round my thighs, kissing my stomach and sticking her tongue into my navel. Her hand stroked up the backs of my thighs to my buttocks, tried to slip in from the back between the thighs. She was mad for me. I looked down with humiliation at my naked daughter, trying to make love to her equally naked mother. A finger slipped between my bottom-cheeks, touched my anus!
“No, Jane!” my voice was a hoarse cry as I grabbed her wrists behind me and pulled her arms from me. “That's enough — you should know that that's quite wrong!”
She didn't give up. Her arms went round my waist and she pressed close to me, mouth nuzzling at my breasts again.
“I want you, mummy — I want to love you,” she panted huskily. “Let me!”
I struggled with her as I knelt there, trying to unlock her arms so tightly wrapped round my waist.
“Stop it, Jane-I'm your mother,” I gasped.
“I love you, mummy, I love you,” her mouth was wet and soft on my breasts. “I want to love you all over- you're so beautiful; I want to kiss…”
There was a tap on the door; Jane looked up at me, startled. I pulled her arms away and got off the bed, picking up my nightie.
“Come in, Stella,” I called, pulling on the nightie quickly and pushing Jane back on the bed. I managed to pull the covers up to conceal the fact that Jane was naked-not that Stella wouldn't know, but so that Jane wouldn't realise that she knew.
“Tea,” announced Stella, coming in with a tray. “I woke up and found you weren't there, Rita; I guessed you'd probably come in to say good-morning to Jane, so I got up and made some tea for the three of us.”
She sat on the bed and handed round the cups, throwing me an old-fashioned look as she handed me mine.
“Well, it's another lovely day-we should have a good tan to take back with us.”
“We can swim and sun-bathe most of the day,” said Jane.
“We need only wear pants-nobody ever comes round this way, do they, Aunt Stella?”
Stella and I exchanged glances, but made no comment. Stella finished her tea and stood up.
“Well, let's you and I get dressed and start breakfast, Rita-we're missing the sun hanging about indoors.”
And so she got me out of my daughter's amorous clutches for a while.
Back in our bedroom she eyed me, then pulled my nightie right up to my neck and inspected my nipples; felt briefly between my legs and shook her head.
“Ts-tse-it was bad, wasn't it, darling.” She phrased it as a statement of fact. “Want to tell me about it?”
I told her all that had happened, almost in tears as I tried to explain my own feelings. I had stripped off my nightie and she her negligee; we sat on the bed as I told her the story and she put her arms round me and cradled my head on her breasts.
“She was really hot for you this time, then, and no mistake!”
“She wanted the lot! Even touched my bottom-between the cheeks, I mean.”
“Oh. Lord!”
“Tried to get her hand in between my thighs, too. I stopped her, then, but she was trying to make it with me again when you knocked. Notice her face make-up? She was all prepared for me when I went in — hair brushed,
