Mother turned to Gunilla, but she had not taken off the blouse, was just standing there embarrassed.
“Why, Gunilla, what’s the matter?”
“Well, uh, I’m not wearing a bra, Mother.”
“That’s pretty obvious, dear. With breasts as big as yours, pushing out that blouse, and with your nipples sticking up like that, anybody could tell that you aren’t even wearing a slip.” (As she said this, she reached out and touched Gunilla’s nipple to emphasize her point. Gunilla seemed to shudder slightly.) “And look how they’re growing now!” (She caressed delicately at the nipples with the tips of her fingers as they visibly grew and fattened. Gunilla shuddered again and closed her eyes. Mother began to stroke softly at the whole breast as she continued in a low voice!)
“You haven’t had a brassiere on since Lars came, Nilla. Don’t you realize that built like you are, your breasts bounce every time you move? Don’t you think that might upset your brother?”
(Gunilla’s voice was dreamy and far.) “He likes it.”
“What.”
(Gunilla’s eyes opened in panic, realizing what she’d said. She began to blush and stammer.)
“That is, I mean, that probably he doesn’t mind. That is, since he doesn’t know about girls, maybe it’s all right. I mean, maybe he doesn’t know about breasts…”
“It’s all right, Nilla. Just relax. Just let me get this blouse unbuttoned.” (Her voice was very soothing, as though she wanted to lull Gunilla back to what she had been. She undid the blouse. Gunilla was obviously confused. She tried several times to say something but Mother just reached inside and began stroking her bare breasts.)
“There, there. It’s all right, Nilla. You don’t have to hide things from your mother. You know that I don’t criticize you. It’s all right.” (Stroking, stroking. Gunilla’s eyes closed again.) “I know you’re just Mother’s little animal. Her little sweet animal who probably has already been visiting the new little brother. It’s all right, darling.” (She stroked and stroked. The blouse had worked open so that I could see the magnificent breasts with Mother’s long fingers fondling the skin which glimmered in the late afternoon light. It was wild seeing Mother play with Gunilla.)
“Now just let me get your blouse off, dear.” (It slid off Gunilla’s shoulders and down her arms and dropped to the rug. Her torso was magnificent. The fresh, perfect flesh gleamed in the subdued light. The memory of what was inside that thin cloth opened in me. The memory of what I had done to that flesh, the ultimate intimacy I had been allowed to with those breasts seemed even more exciting now that I saw it locked away from me in that cloth which decency required. Somehow, I was more aware of the privilege I’d known now seeing her from a distance. It seemed almost impossible. It was the same when I looked at Mother and thought of her sprawled in the living room. I said carefully to myself: inside there are Gunilla’s. fat nipples which I have sucked, and which she will give me any time I want. It seemed unbelievable.)
“Now you’re getting all quiet and passive like I remember you, aren’t you, Nilla. I love it when you get like this and put yourself completely into your Mother’s hands. Let’s just get this skirt out of the way. And this pretty half slip.” (Gunilla soon was standing there in only her pants. The full softness of her filled the room! Her beautiful hair on the smooth, soft shoulders. The round, rich arms hanging limply. The great breasts rising and falling as her breath quickened with her ever growing excitement. Her narrow waist and full hips. The long, beautiful, bare legs. There was only the black pants left.) “And the pants, too, so Mother can see what a big girl her Nilla has grown into. Why, Nilla, you’re all wet.” (Mother slid her fingers under the elastic, and being careful, lowered them half way down Gunilla’s thighs. There was the beautiful golden cunt. How beautiful she was standing there all fine and curving with her eyes closed. But also how fantastically exciting with her pants pulled only half off, and with Mother stroking Gunilla’s cunt.) “You’ve become such a big girl, Nilla. Such a glorious fur you have. So much of it now. And I suppose you aren’t a little virgin like you were, are you, my little animal. Let me just see.” (Gunilla, without opening her eyes, spread her thighs enough to let Mother’s fingers find what they were looking for.) “No, you’ve changed a little since we used to play together, Nilla. Do you remember those times, sweet? But probably you were too young.” Her fingers worked more fully into Gunilla.
“I remember so well, Mother. It was so beautiful. The most beautiful thing of my whole life.” The voice seemed to come out of a dream-drowsy and far away.
“Would you like us to play a little now, Nilla? Just a little to show how much I still love you?”
“I would like that more than anything in the whole world, Mother. If we only could. Could we please, Mother? Just a little?”
“Just let me close the door, darling, so that we won’t be interrupted.” Mother turned to go to the door. I noticed she was sucking at the fingers that had been in Gunilla. I heard a key turn in the door and then she was back. Gunilla still stood there, her legs spread a little, her pants stretched between her thighs, her cunt offered forward, her erect breasts looking like golden melons standing out from her chest, and her eyes closed. “Now just take your pants off and crawl on the bed, Nilla.” Blindly Gunilla pulled off her pants, her breasts swaying forth even more huge as she bent. Then, without opening her eyes, she backed to the bed and wiggled up on it. Mother knelt beside her, her dress climbing up to the top of her stockings. She looked down for a second, her face very lovely and strange. Then she lowered her head, opened her full velvety mouth and sucked at the right breast tenderly. Gunilla’s mouth opened and she moaned a deep, faint “Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.” Mother sucked at the other breast. I could see the wetness shining on the first one where her mouth had been. She went back and forth with her mouth, sucking at the lush breasts: pulling them gently with her lips, worrying them softly, working them. She began rolling the free nipple with her fingers. “Tell me what you meant about Lars liking it, Nilla.”
Gunilla just moaned and arched herself up to the wet lips.
“Tell me, Nilla. How far has it gone? Is it more than his just peeking into your blouse when you pour coffee? Has he been playing with you, Nilla?”
“Oh-h-h-h. Mother. It’s so lovely what you’re doing. I like it so much.”
“But about Lars, Nilla?” (Mother was working both nipples with her fingers. I suddenly realized that she had done this whole thing in order to find out from Gunilla.) “Have you been going to his room, Nilla?”
“Just love me, Mother. There’s nothing about Lars. Please, Mother. Please lick my nipples some more.”
Mother looked down at the helpless girl. A smile crossed her face. A nice, wise smile. She slid her left hand from Gunilla’s breast down her ribs, over her stomach, over her belly to the hair. Gunilla moaned and lifted her knees, opening them. I was facing directly into that secret flesh. I could see perfectly as Mother’s hand teased and stroked and then slipped two fingers into Gunilla’s cunt. Gunilla shuddered. Mother’s fingers slid in and out. They glistened with the wetness. She leaned down with her mouth a little open and kissed Gunilla full on her plush lips. She said, in a low crooning voice: “Tell me, Nilla, about Lars.”
“There’s nothing, Mother, really.” Mother’s hand stopped its caress. Gunilla’s hips arched frantically trying to find it. After a minute, the hand began again. Gunilla sighed with pleasure. Almost groaned. After a few minutes, Mother’s voice whispered again: “What has he done with you, Nilla?”