I gammed him until his hips started to lift and I felt his cock begin to jerk dangerously in my mouth, then I pulled away. I looked up again.
“Do you want to finish in my mouth, darling?” I whispered. “Or-or down here?” I dropped a hand to my pelvis.
“Down where?” he panted. “Go on-say where?”
That was another little trick he employed at times. He knew I never used the vernacular unless I was really in heat.
“In my cunt!” I replied, without hesitation. I was in heat! “I like sucking you, dearest, but right now I want you up my cunt-as far as you can get it!”
I started to roll on to my back, but he stopped me.
“Not that way, sweetheart-you know the best position if you want it as far as it'll go.”
I nodded and turned over to my stomach, then lifted on to my hands and knees, opening my thighs as wide as I could. He knelt up behind me and I arched my back and stuck my bottom out, throwing my sex into prominence and making it as accessible as possible. I locked down at my breasts, swaying from my chest; the nipples were big and red-and that without even being touched! I shivered as his knob touched my slit, gasped with delighted sensation as it slipped inside me.
My hips were squeezed in his powerful grasp, pulling me on to him, as he began to fuck me. I knew my randiness was left over from last night and was glad I was ready for him. I braced myself against the powerful thrusts he always gave me when he took me in that position, pushing my behind back to meet the incoming shove. I felt the ecstasy building up rapidly, as he reamed me with that lovely hard cock of his, his belly slapping against my buttocks.
We fucked in silence, as we always did when it was a desperate need, rather than a pleasurable interlude, when we exchanged the usual loving endearments. Only our panting breath and the faint creak of the springs broke the silence; then came the slight squishy sound as my vagina produced more and more fluid.
He leaned right cross my back after a time, hands going under me to grasp my breasts, palms rubbing across the hard nipples. My knees splayed wider, wanting more of him in me. I was getting close-very close.
Suddenly, he grunted and belted right up me. I felt the throb of his penis and then the strong jets of his semen squirting into my belly. I moaned as my legs went weak and wracking ecstasy mushroomed up from my spending sex through my belly, flaring through my breasts, turning my whole body to watery weakness. I slumped forward, jerking, dragging him on top of me.
“Whew! You were bloody marvellous, Rita,” he gasped as he rolled from my back.
“I was more than ready for it! You're pretty good yourself when you put mind to it!”
“Don't I always?” He grinned.
“Most times.” I kissed him as he got out of bed. “Think I deserve a cup of tea after that?”
“Coming up.” He slipped on his dressing-gown and went downstairs.
“Darling,” I said wheedlingly, when he brought me my tea. “You wouldn't really want me to have to go through having another baby, would you?”
“Well, no-we only planned on having one, anyway. Why?”
“Because that's what may happen.”
“Oh, no! You mean you're pregnant?”
“Not exactly. It's such a chore having to go into the bathroom and prepare a douche every time we do this; squatting and pumping the stuff in.”
“You have to shove a sort of rubber tube up there, don't you? Doesn't it give you a thrill?”
“It might if I hadn't just had one whenever I use it!”
“Well, what's all this leading up to, then?”
“I was wondering if you'd get me some of those preventive tablets for a change.”
“The ones you put up there beforehand? Aren't they poisonous?”
“Don't worry, darling,” I laughed, reading his mind. “I wouldn't put it in until afterwards if you wanted to kiss me there!”
“Right-ho, then-I'll get you some today.”
I had my usual doze after he left for the office, gathering energy to go into the bathroom to give myself the douche. Again, laziness proved my undoing.
I suddenly became aware of a patter of bare feet across the floor, the bedclothes were flung back and I was half smothered by a warm, wriggling bundle of near-naked daughter. She was wearing a shortie-nightie which was rucked up to her breasts and as she threw herself on top, she rubbed herself against me.
“You're all bare again, mummy!”
“Is that such a peculiar state to be in when one is in bed? Now off with you, darling-you're squashing me!” I pushed her off to lie beside me.
“Ouch! Ugh! What on earth's that?”
I felt my whole body go hot when she pushed back the covers again and wriggled away, looking down to where her bottom had rested.
There, glistening obscenely, was a large patch still quite wet and milky-looking (and most likely still warm)-the result of mine and Phil's orgasm still leaking from me.
“Oh, mummy-what is it? It-it's all on my bottom — all slippery and warmish. Ugh!” She shuddered.
To save facing her and to give me time to think, I got out of bed.
“Wait, dear-I'll go and get a flannel.”
Feeling my face must be the colour of beetroot, I went into the bathroom and fetched a flannel.
“Turn over on to your tummy!” She turned over and I wiped the stuff from her bottom and then rubbed the stained sheet. “There-that's all right, now.”
“But what was it, mummy? It was just like the inside of an egg.”
“As a matter of fact-that's just what it was.”
“Then what happened to the yolk?”
Teenage daughters! I began to get a little annoyed.
“Why the inquisition? I wanted something to settle my tummy and daddy suggested the yolk of an egg: he brought a glass and the egg separately and it was as I separated the yolk that the white spilled on to the bed. I was just getting up to clean it when you came in. Now-are you satisfied?”
I see,” she said-rather evasively, I thought. “I came for my cuddle,” she announced then.
“Come on, then, darling; mummy'll give her baby a cuddle.” Anything to distract her from the other subject!
She snuggled into me and I cuddled her close. This time I lay on my side, facing her, to avoid her climbing on top of me. I couldn't win, though!
She pushed herself away and pulled her nightie off over her head before coming in close again, her arms hugging me tightly.
“There, — that's better! All nice and bare!” She rubbed herself against me again and I felt her hard young breasts push into mine. “You do feel lovely, mummy-all soft and warm and cuddly.”
Her hands stroked down my back to my bottom, gently squeezed the cheeks. I jerked as she ran a fingertip along the crease.
“Jane! That's not nice.”
“I think it's lovely-it feels lovely!” She patted it and then stroked down the side of my body, over my hip and down the thigh. “I want a figure just like yours. How old were you before your-er-whatever-you-want-me-to-call-them were as big as this?”