“I hope you didn't get all harsh with her.”
“Gosh, no-I couldn't! We were both nearly in tears-with emotion, I mean. I was as nice to her as I knew how.”
“What did she say afterwards?”
“Oh, she said how wonderful it had fell and wanted to know why it was so different from our usual cuddles and why she had enjoyed sucking on my nipple so much — I told her it went back to when she was a baby and I fed her there. She said she had felt that something wonderful was about to happen to her until I had made her get up. She had seemed very innocent about it all — I wondered, though, if she noticed her own breasts; the nipples were quite erect. I don't know what condition her poor little slit was in; I'm ashamed to say that mine had added considerably to what was already there from my bout with Phil.”
“Well, all her sex instincts are working, anyway.”
“Yes-but roused by her mother?”
“It sounds quite innocent on her part-and you did call a halt. I don't think she actually realises they are sex instincts as such.”
“I'd be inclined to agree, but for the fact that her remarks about the 'egg' seemed to be so pointed-even going out of her way to examine the sheet this morning.”
“You might be only imagining — don't forget it's been preying on your mind. I would have suggested that I have a talk with her, but I think that might only serve to focus it more in her mind. She's growing into womanhood, Rita, with all the feelings and desires women are blessed with-or cursed with, according to the way you look at it. Has she started her periods, yet?”
“Oh, yes-last year.”
“No boy-friend?”
“I'm pretty sure not.”
“I don't think you need to worry about her.”
“Well what about me? Stella, don't you understand- I desired her! Yesterday morning in bed, I actually wanted her sexually-my own daughter!”
“You didn't go through with it, though.”
“I don't know where I found the strength of character not to! Where is it going to end?”
“Well, as I see it, she did and felt certain things she found pleasurable, without knowing why, and your woman's body responded; you knew why and called a halt.”
“You're probably right, Stella. Let's have another drink.” I fetched two more sherries back to the table. “What do you think I should do?”
“Nothing. She goes back to school next week and by the time the next holidays come round, the problem will have solved itself. With the awakening of sex, she will either have started looking at boys with more interest, or she will at least have realised that what she did with you in bed is taboo. I shouldn't worry any more about it.”
“I'll try not to. At least you're right about one thing- I won't have the problem actually in my lap while she's at school.”
“So forget it for the moment and see what she's like when she comes home the next time-just be careful with the 'cuddles' between now and when she goes back!”
We had another drink and then drove back to the bungalow. Jane had gone to her room and when I looked in on her, found she had gone to sleep with the light on and a book beside her head on the pillow. I switched off the light and tip-toed out.
“She's asleep.”
“Great-we ought to be in bed, too.”
“You surely don't mean asleep, darling,” I said coquettishly.
“I do-after a few formalities! I've always wanted to sleep with you and find you there when I woke in the morning.”
“Well, let's go, then!”
We went into “our” bedroom and first of all took the precaution of drawing the curtains and turning the key in the lock. We turned to each other, then kissed, and suddenly she was all over me.
“Oh, darling,” she was moaning, kissing my face and neck. “I want you so badly.”
“Darling,” I murmured, pressing close.
With a visible effort, she drew back.
“Come on, my sweet — we've got far too many clothes on for what we want to do.”
Slowly and deliberately, we stripped in front of each other; each article of clothing discarded was an offering. Bras came off and our breasts reared, already stiff-nippled, into view, so close, they were almost touching. Panties dropped to the floor, then I was in her arms again; mine went round her neck while her hands slid down my back to clasp my buttocks, pulling me in to her.
“I want you, darling,” she breathed on my mouth.
“Take me, then,” I whispered back, rotating my pelvis against hers.
She led me over to the bed, gently pushed me face downward on it, my hips on the edge, feet on the floor.
“So you like having your bottom kissed, too!”
She knelt behind me, pulled my legs apart and shuffled in between them. Her hands opened up my buttocks; there was a silence and I knew she was gazing at my anus. I felt her warm breath on it as she whispered: “This time we'll do it properly.”
Then her face was pressed between the cheeks, her mouth actually sucking, tongue occasionally flicking across the hole. Abandoning the anus for a while, she covered every square inch of my bottom with kisses, open-mouth, passionate caresses that became more and more abandoned.
My buttocks were pressed apart again and my sphincter muscles automatically contracted against the stiffened tongue-tip that poked at it. The tongue persisted, withdrew, came back again, wet, this time; muscles relaxed just a little and the tongue pressed on, harder, as she got as much as she could into me. It wiggled about, pushed in and out; I found the sensation wholly pleasant and much kinder than the hard, thrusting finger of Phil. I relaxed my bottom and opened my legs wider, resting my head on my arms as she lapped at my anus.
Then, her face still pressed between my bottom-cheeks, I felt her fingers searching below. My vulva was stroked, a finger-tip pressed up into my vagina and began to finger-fuck me. I lifted my hips off the bed, letting her get a finger to my clitoris. She began to stroke it and I knew that if she kept that up for a couple of minutes while still licking and kissing my behind, I should be in the middle of one hell of an orgasm. I didn't want to spend just yet; I wanted to make love for a while before entering the actual stage of orgasm. I knew I could spend several times before we called it a day-or, rather, night-but I liked to prolong the pleasure as long as possible-it always made the eventual orgasm that much more intense.
I twisted and pushed her face away, bringing my legs up on to the bed and kneeling to face her. She looked up at me, surprised.
“What's the matter, darling-didn't you like it?”
“Far too much, dear! I'll want some more later. You nearly made me come, just then and I want to make love to you before.”
“But surely you can have more than one orgasm in a night?”
“Oh, lots! If I hold it off and make love to you, though, I'll feel even more erotic and that makes it much more intense when it finally happens. That's just for the first one-after that, you can make me spend as often as you want to. Now come up here and lie on your tummy-I want to love your bottom for a while.”
She needed no coaxing! She climbed on to the bed and lay at full length, face down, legs thrown wide.