“I–I took my nightie off when you father went out- it was very warm.”
“If it was that shortie nightie I saw lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, I shouldn't have thought it would make any difference!”
She was a discerning little minx! But I was quite sure she meant it innocently, although that still didn't save my blushes.
“Mmm, lovely!” She wriggled up close until my bent knees pressed into her tummy. She put one arm under my shoulder and pulled the covers over us with her free hand. “Do you have to lie all doubled up like that, with those hard knees poking into my tummy?” I straightened my legs just a little.
“And why are you holding your titties? I let you see mine! Oh, come on, mummy-let's snuggle up all nice and cosy, like we used to.”
What could I say to her? I straightened my legs right out and dropped my hands from my breasts.
“Aah-that's much better.” Both arms went round me, then, and she pressed real close until those firm, sprouting breasts of hers poked into my large, mature globes. “Mmm! Those lovely titties!” She wriggled her own against them. “So big and warm and sort of elasticity!” She hugged me tightly and kissed the side of my neck. “I am lucky to have such a gorgeous mother!”
She squirmed some more and threw one leg over my thigh. I held my arms around her slim waist, lightly.
“It's nice of you to say so, Jane, but you shouldn't keep talking about titties the way you do.”
“Why-what's wrong with titties?”
“Oh, nothing, I suppose, but you're a big girl now…”
“What should I call them, then? Breasts? Should I say 'I think your breasts are very beautiful, mother'? Or 'What lovely big tits you ha…' ouch!”
I lowered one hand and gave her a sharp smack on the upper cheek of her jutting bottom.
“And the next time I shall take your pants down to do it!
“Oooh, fab!” she breathed and the next moment she had thrown back the bedclothes and pulled her pyjama trousers right down and off, throwing them to the end of the bed. Then she rolled on to her tummy and lifted her bottom. “Go on, then, mummy-smack it bare, like you used to when I was small!”
I looked down at her white, upthrust bottom and was sorely tempted.
“You're being silly, now. But I don't want to hear you talk like that again, remember?”
“I might if you spanked me.” She wriggled her behind at me. “Go on-smack my bare arse…ouch!”
She yelped again as I gave her another, even harder, slap on her bare cheeks. Then I pulled the clothes back over us again.
“And I don't want to hear that sort of language, either. Where do you pick it up-in those horrible coffee bars- From the Mocks and Rodders, or whatever they call themselves?”
“You mean Mods and Rockers. No, mummy, of course not — I'm not interested in those filthy little beasts; I like to go with Susan and Lucy (neighbours' daughters)-the music sends us, that's all.”
I was relieved to hear her say so and was pretty certain she was speaking the truth.
“All right. Well, come on then, if you want a snuggle — I must get up soon.”
She came into my arms, pressing close again; I felt sparse, silky hairs brush my thighs as she threw a leg over mine. We cuddled and I stroked her back and gently patted her bottom. She kissed me.
“Mmm, love you, mummy,” she murmured, her lips nuzzling first my neck, then my face, my forehead, eyes, nose, chin, and finally, mouth.
She held her mouth on mine for a considerable length of time, until I pulled my head back, gasping.
“Hey-you'll smother me!” I pushed the clothes back. “Come on, now, my pet-we must get up. You've had your little cuddle.”
“All right, mummy, if you say so,” she said reluctantly. “One more hug, then I'll let you get up.”
“Oh, very well, then.”
She raised herself and rested a hand on either side of my shoulders as I turned on to my back, preparatory to sitting up. Then she lowered herself on top of me, pressing me down, her hands sliding under my back. I received a hefty bear-hug, taking the full weight of her body, my breasts flattening under hers. She looked up into my face.
“And a kiss?”
I nodded. Her mouth clamped down hard, almost bruising my astonished lips. She squirmed on top of me and I actually felt her nipples harden against my breasts. Without conscious thought, my arms went round her, pressing her closer to me; my mouth opened under her ardent pressure and I heard her murmur of delight as her tongue nicked across my lips. My mouth opened wider as I felt my own nipples stirring into awareness.
Then I came to my senses. I was this girl's own mother! I pushed her off and sat up, covering my breasts with my hands.
“Jane! What did you think you were doing?” I whispered.
“Loving you! And, mummy-it was wonderful!”
“You mustn't ever do that again; it's wrong-it… it's…”
“Why is it wrong, mummy?” She looked at me all wide-eyed and innocent and I guessed she hadn't realised what she was doing. “How can anything as wonderful as that be wrong?”
“The-the way you did it! It-it seemed as though you had done it before…” I stopped, trying to find the right words. “As though you'd had experience in — in…” I couldn't find of an adequate way to phrase what I had in mind.”
“In what, mummy? How could I have experience-I only have one mother! I have cuddled you before, of course.”
“Not in that way, you haven't!”
“I must admit it did have something special about it this time, although I did it the same way as I always have-well, to start with, anyway.”
“I think you must have got lost en route!”
“'Well, tell me what was wrong?” I realised I was saying too much; these were probably the first stirring of her sex instincts and when she had become excited during our cuddle, she had pursued it, wishing to prolong the pleasurable sensations, without knowing the basic cause of them.
“Nothing wrong, darling-you nearly squashed me, that's all; I hadn't expected such a colossal bear-hug! I keep forgetting I have such a big daughter, now-forget it.”
I got up and started to dress; nothing more was said on the subject, but she looked rather thoughtful as she went into her own room.
I had a pretty tight schedule that day. Stella and I were going into town and she was to pick me up at seven. I wanted to buy a coat and she had some odds and ends to pick up, then we were going to have lunch. I was hoping she wouldn't lead me into doing anything too extravagant; while Phil gave me a more than adequate allowance, Stella could be described as of “independent means”-with a prefix “considerable”! My idea of a moderately-priced coat would not necessarily be hers.
Stella arrived as Mrs. Matthews was making coffee, which gave me a chance to put the finishing touches to my make-up while she drank a cup. Jane was still hanging about as we were about to leave.
“What are you up to today, Jane-didn't you say you were going swimming, or something?”
“I was going with Lucy, but she's-well, you know-the usual curse. So instead, Sue and I are going to her place for lunch. We'll probably play records all afternoon-I'll be home about seven, I should think.”
“Well, that'll make a change!”
“We could drop her off if she's ready,” offered Stella.
“I'm ready-I was ready ages ago, to go swimming, until Lucy phoned. It's annoying-I've only been for a swim twice since I've been home and there's only about ten days left of the holidays.”
“Sorry, darling; your father's been too busy these past few months, or we would have taken you away for a couple of weeks. Still-we'll make it up.”
We dropped Jane off and then drove on into town.
“You know, you could have taken her somewhere yourself, Rita — a girl of her age needs a complete change of atmosphere during holiday time, apart from her home, especially when she'll be swotting for exams pretty soon.”
