“Over the costume?” she panted.
“No-there's a zip.” I turned my back to her, looking towards the beach to make sure we weren't too close for Jane to become suspicious.
My costume was backless to the waist, then there was a zipper that reached to the end of my spine. Stella got it down, then swam round me.
“What now-I can't get it low enough to kiss you there without taking the costume down.”
“I know!” Then I let myself sink in the water up to my neck. “You can get it down now-no one can see us from the beach.”
She pulled the straps down off my shoulders and peeled me like a banana, stripping the costume right below my buttocks. She dived between my legs and came up behind me, hands under my armpits cupping my breasts.
“Lovely!” she said, as she squeezed the bare globes. Then her hands began to wander.
“You're supposed to be kissing my bottom!”
She dived again; I felt her hands glide down my thighs, then her mouth was at my behind, kissing. She came up for air.
“Take a deep breath and let yourself go forward- so you're floating just under the water.”
I breathed in and sank front first; Stella took hold of my legs and opened them, floated between them. Her hands opened my rear and once again I felt her mouth and tongue between my buttocks. We came up, then, gasping for air. I handed her her bikini pants back and pulled my costume up again.
“Shall we go in, now?”
I nodded and we swam back to the beach. Jane had her towel round her.
“It's beginning to get a bit chilly-I'm going up to get dressed.”
* * *
Later that evening, we left Jane curled up with a book and chocolates and drove into the village.
I saw Rose's idea of the olde-worlde style of furniture-the village was olde-worlde and so was the pub.
We drew a few curious glances from the locals when we first went in, but found a table tucked away in a corner and they soon forgot about us. We drank sherry and after a few plans for the following day, Stella brought up the subject of Jane.
“Now what has our Jane been up to? Hasn't got herself involved with a boy, has she?”
“No-that was what we were afraid of at first; I'm pretty certain she doesn't have much to do with them, now, though, since I had a talk with her-she's quite a truthful girl and I don't think she was lying when she said she wasn't interested-called them filthy little beasts, if I remember rightly. This all started a few mornings ago. You see, she likes to dive into my bed when she's home, for a cuddle, after her father has left for the office. I think it was the day we went up to town that I first noticed something different about our usual cuddles.”
I told her about the first long kiss and how she had been more interested in my titties.
“Then, yesterday morning, Phil woke up with a colossal erection, which I had to cope with in the usual way. It was one of those desperate 'needy' ones, which I always have to take kneeling; it was, of course, rather messy, and I was oozing all over the place afterwards.
“Phil went to work and I dozed off again-until Jane came running in for her cuddle! I didn't have time to do anything about covering up evidence; she was in bed with me before I even had time to think.
“It was all very embarrassing; she climbed over me and plonked her bottom down-slap on top of a great patch of our slippery goo! The only thing I could think of by way of explanation on the spur of the moment was that Phil had given me a raw egg to settle my stomach, and that I'd separated the white and spilt it in the bed.”
“Not bad for the spur of the moment,” commented Stella. “What did she say about that? Did she know what it was, do you think?”
“That's what I'm not sure of; when we eventually got up, she showed me another smear of it on her hip and then pointed between my thighs, where it was still running down and said I should wash well. Then, this morning, she went over to the bed, pulled back the clothes and inspected the sheet; when I asked her what she was up to, she said she wondered if I'd had another upset stomach and spilt any more egg, because she thought the other egg had been off-she said it had smelt very strong when she cleaned it from her hip. And she seemed to make such a point of the whole thing-I wondered if she was having me on a piece of string.”
“What did you say to that?”
“Nothing-I went downstairs with a very red face, though!”
“I shouldn't worry too much about it, Rita; if she knows what it is-so what? She'll know some time soon, anyway-and I'm quite sure she must know she wasn't born under a gooseberry bush! All you need to do is clean up the evidence when she's at home to avoid any more embarrassing situations.
“I'm afraid that isn't the worst of it, Stella.”
“Don't tell me she's been watching you do it!”
“No-at least, I don't think so. In fact, to my mind, it could be even worse than that-much worse.”
“She hasn't got designs of her father, or something like that, has she?”
“You're getting very near the mark.”
Stella looked down at her glass, swirled the contents round.
“Oh dear,” she said quietly, still looking into her glass. “I know what you're talking about now-we're going back to the long kiss and the interest in your titties-the designs are on you, eh? And this has all started happening in the last few days?”
“Yes-but that isn't all, I'm afraid.”
“Oh? OK-give me all the sordid details!”
“Well, the first time I told you about, except that I began to feel a slight reaction myself.
“That's only a natural one-I shouldn't worry about that.”
“I stopped it right there, anyway, and made her get up. But the second time-when she found 'egg' on the sheet-it went much farther. I made the mistake of letting her touch my nipples-she took them in her fingers; of course, they started to wake up and she noticed it. I told her I'd worn a tight bra the previous day, making them a little sore-that, too, was a mistake. Before I could stop her, she was kissing them better-making them worse! Finally, she began sucking on one of them, with the inevitable result; her tongue kept touching it and she squeezed the other one in her fingers. I was lost, Stella, completely and utterly lost. I held her so tightly as she lay on top of me, that nipple of mine getting bigger and bigger in her mouth. She had her arms round me, pressing herself so close, and I actually felt her nipples stiffening!
“Then, just for a moment, things got really out of hand; she straightened herself and lay at full length on me, never once letting go of that nipple; I felt her little patch of hair on my thighs. I forgot she was my daughter, then; I opened my legs and let her sink between them.” I stopped and put my hands to my face.
“Go on, darling,” said Stella softly. “Talk it out of your system.”
“Her little fanny touched mine and then we both went a little way out of this world; she began to lift herself up and down on me, rubbing our two sexes together and I, her own mother, responded.”
“Oh, Rita! Did you-er-have…?”
“An orgasm? No-I suddenly came to my senses and stopped the proceedings.”