nightie off-she even wore perfume!”
“She's got it bad!”
“Then she made me kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples, as she had done to me. And the whole thing was working towards my nether end-her hands kept wandering down there.”
“If you let things go much further, she'll be asking you to touch her there, too! If I were you, I should have it out if she tries that again before she goes back to school. If she has seen us and brings it up, then you'll just have to face it; you'll have to stand the humiliation and embarrassment of having your daughter tell you she knows about your lesbian relations with me. All you can do is say you're sorry, but that's the way it is and that's an end to it; that you will not have any more liberties taken with your person, or indulge her in any more of her 'cuddling' sessions. I don't suppose your regard and affection for each other will be quite the same again, but at least you won't have to go through all this worry about what she's going to demand next.”
“No, you're right, Stella. I shall see how far she tries to go the next time and if it's anywhere near as far as it was this morning I'll put a stop to it. I was hoping things could have been held off until she went back to school, but she's becoming altogether too demanding.”
We dressed in light summer dresses over our swim-suits, completing the ensemble with sandals. When we went out to get breakfast, we found Jane already in the kitchen; she had her swim-suit and sandals, with just a blouse coming to her waist.
As soon as breakfast was over, Jane was off down to the beach, leaving Stella and I to clear up. When we arrived, she had been in for a swim and was now lying back, sunning herself, costume peeled right down to her hips. Stella and I stripped off our dresses, Stella making two pairs of eyes come out like organ stops as she displayed herself in her bikini. We kicked off our sandals and headed for the water.
“Maybe I shouldn't have brought the bikini,” muttered Stella as we waded out. “The way she looks at us makes me feel naked.”
“You might as well, be, my love,” I laughed. “That thing merely serves to accentuate the little it conceals! You're rather gorgeous, though!”
“We'd better not swim too close together — Jane's bound to have her eyes all over the place.” Stella breasted an oncoming wave and struck out; I followed taking a slightly deviating course.
Back on the beach we suffered Jane's surreptitious glances as we bared our breasts to towel ourselves down. Afterwards, we lay face down on our towels, keeping our rears covered with the lower parts of our swimming costumes. Jane continued to lie with her breasts bared to the sun and gave us rather frustrated looks when we turned over and hid our breasts from her view with the towels.
“Don't you want to get a nice all-over tan?” she enquired. “I like to feel the sun on my titties.”
“It won't feel so good if you get them sun-burnt,” Stella warned. “Your mother and I aren't risking it.”
We went in for lunch and then Stella found a beach ball, which she inflated and took back with us. We spent most of the day on the beach; Jane prudently wore her blouse for the rest of the afternoon, except when swimming and Stella and I continued to spoil her day for her by keeping all our vital parts covered!
To round off the evening, we drove out to the pub we had visited the night before, Stella and I wearing panties and bra beneath our dresses. Jane had her port and lemonade and we drank lager.
“Back home tomorrow,” Jane sighed regretfully. “The week-end went like lightning.”
“Time always does when one is having a good time. You enjoyed it, Jane?”
“Ooh, yes, Aunt Stella, it was wonderful-especially my little trip to Bridlington.”
“Never mind-we'll be able to come here again for more week-ends; we might even manager longer next time-this was at rather short notice.”
After a light supper that night, Jane went off to her room. On her way, she bent and kissed Stella and I lightly on the cheek.
“Coming to tuck me in later, mummy?” she murmured as she kissed me.
“I'll look in before we go to bed, dear.”
“Think you'll have to take a stand tonight?”
“If she starts trying what she did this morning, I shall have to.”
Stella got up from her chair and leaned over me, kissing the tip of my nose. “Feel like turning in yet?”
“Any old time with you, darling,” I whispered, drawing her face down to kiss her lips. She let me kiss them and then pulled back quickly.
“Steady-Jane might come out and see us. If that's the way you feel-let's get into the bedroom as soon maybe and do it properly!”
I stood up and we went into the bedroom. Stella at once began to undress.
“Well, I've no strict orders on the dress I have to present myself in, so I'm not going to ask for trouble and go in my nightie. I'll tuck her in and undress afterwards. Shan't be long.”
“Scream if you need me!”
As I went into Jane's room, she was in the act of picking up her nightie. At least, that's the way it looked! She had obviously stripped and sat waiting in the nude for me to arrive. As I went over to her, she dropped the nightie and turned towards me, her face registering disappointment when she saw I was still fully dressed. She hid it and smiled, lifting her arms to me.
“Well, put your nightie on and get into bed if you want me to tuck you in.”
“Thai's all right, mummy-I didn't think you'd be in so soon. Kiss me goodnight here-I have to brush my teeth, yet.”
Maybe I was going to get off lightly tonight, I thought. I took a deep breath as her arms slipped lightly round my waist and I held her bare shoulders as she kissed me. Her mouth lingered, her tongue flicking out and I felt her breath quicken as she pressed closer.
“Darling,” she breathed on my lips.
I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Her arms suddenly slid from my waist and whipped downwards to come up under my skirt, slide swiftly up my thighs, and then her hands were clasping my pantied bottom, pulling me into her. I struggled to pull away as her hands went to the waist of the panties and tugged them down my thighs.
I pushed her away and turned to make for the door, only to sprawl across the bed, as the panties fell down past my knees and tripped me.
Then she was on me before I had gathered my senses from the unexpected attack and subsequent fall. My skirt was whipped up over my back and my panties dragged down my legs. She was kneeling behind me, as I sprawled with my hips on the edge of the bed, her arms clasping my legs, mouth raining kisses on my bottom and the backs of my thighs.
I pushed myself up on to my hands and twisted in her grasp, sitting up. She was ready; her mouth was on the hair at my loins and as I pushed her head away from me her lips trailed wetly down my thighs.
I gave her a hard shove and she fell back on to her behind as I got to my feet and reached down to pull my panties up. Even then, she was looking unashamedly straight up between my legs. I got my knickers on and smoothed down my skirt, then, without a word, I took her hand and hauled her roughly to her feet, pulling her towards me as I sat on the bed. This was something that had to be done.
I gasped her round the waist and pulled her across my lap. She looked up at me once, her eyes moist; she saw my hand raised above her buttocks and realised what I was going to do. I thought for a moment there was going to be a struggle, but she made no comment as she turned her head away and lay still.
I slapped her naked bottom until my hand stung and her cheeks were a fiery red; I went on spanking her, wanting to make her cry and wondering why she wasn't even trying to get away.
At last, I let her go and she stood looking at me for a long moment, biting her lips, tears running down her face, her chest heaving with silent sobs. I was sorry then, but hardened my heart and stood up.
“Now get into bed at once. We'll discuss your behaviour in the morning.”
“Yes, mummy,” she faltered docilely and climbed stiffly into her bed, giving me another view of her hot- looking rear. I switched off her light and went to the door. “And thank you, mummy-I still love you,” came her tearful voice as I went out.
“Well?” Stella reclined naked on top of the bed. “You weren't stripped and raped, I see!”
“Half stripped and almost raped!” I replied grimly.
“No! What happen this time?”
