I awoke with cool air fanning my naked body. Drowsily, I opened my eyes, taking a time to focus on what was going on.
“Phil! What on earth are you up to? Oh-I see! Like that, is it?”' I squirmed on to my back to look up at him-also to give him a better view of me!
He had pulled the covers right back and was kneeling beside me, gazing at me, his cock as big and hard as I had seen it.
“What time is it?”
“Eight o'clock-I must be away, soon.”
I smiled and reached out to touch his enormous erection, all hot and stiff. I closed my hand around it, feeling it throb.
“Poor old thing-in a bad way, aren't we?” I twisted bent and kissed the tip, felt it warm against my lips; wanted more. I opened my mouth and accepted the bared glans, heard his breath hiss. I gave it a quick suck and looked up at him.
“You like that, don't you, darling?”
“It's marvellous! Do some more!”
I bent my head again and got my lips round it: bent lower, letting the warm shaft glide in until it filled my mouth. Then I moved my head up and down on him, giving him little sucks and running my tongue over the knob, the way he liked it.
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?”
I gasped as she pulled away a little and one of her hands closed over my left breast. Involuntarily I made to pull her hand away, a sharp rebuke coming to my lips. Then I thought better of it and let her hold the breast for a while. If I kept on telling her she “mustn't” too much, she'd grow up with distorted ideas.
“Oh, about eighteen or twenty, I think.”
“Do they feel heavy to carry around all the time? They must weigh something!”
“I've never thought about it-I suppose one gets used to the weight; I don't know. No.” I laughed, “I've never weighed them — and, anyway, they're not that heavy! Or big!”
“They're gorgeous, though. Let me feel the other one, too.”
I allowed her to push me over on to my back where I submitted to a thorough inspection of my breasts. I watched her face as sue ran her fingers over each globe, her eyes intent. I held my breath as she touched the nipples, ran her palms over them; I tried thinking of something entirely divorced from my body to prevent the natural reaction.
Then she straddled me, planting a knee on either side of my waist; the newly-sprouting hairs of her sex brushed my stomach. She giggled and threw a glance over her shoulder as my own pubic hair tickled her bottom. She looked down at me again, then delivered the coupe de gras! She took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed. Sensation flared in my breasts and the nipples immediately began to stiffen to erection in her fingers.
“Mummy-they-they're getting all stiff! Did I do that?”
I pulled her hands quickly away and held them to prevent further damage!
“Yes, darling-you rubbed them. It wasn't your fault-I wore a rather tight bra yesterday and they're a little sore.” was the best I could think of on the spur of the moment.
She bent to look more closely.
“They're getting even bigger!” She bent lower. “I am sorry, mummy-let me kiss them better.”
“NO!” I yelped, trying to get my hands there first. But I was too late. She pressed her lips to one and gently kissed it, then turned her head towards the other. Just one kiss like that, I thought, won't do any harm; let her get on with it. I never learn! She kissed it, lingered, then I groaned as her mouth opened and closed over the entire nipple. I felt it pulse between the soft warmth of her lips. She gave it a gentle suck and I felt her warm tongue touch it briefly. For a moment, I lost my head.
“Oh, baby!” I moaned brokenly, clasping her to me and kissing the top of her blonde head.
She sank down, stretching her legs, to lie at full length on me. Her pelvis touched mine as she stretched out, her mouth never once leaving my nipple, which now must have felt huge between her lips. As our thighs touched, I allowed mine to spread open and she sank between them. Our loins met, hairs mingling, then her arms went round me. I felt the rapid rise and fall of her sweet little breasts; I was breathing as though I had been running as I pressed her close.
“My sweet little Jane,” I murmured rapturously, and heard a hot, answering moan, the suction on my nipple becoming stronger.
Her tongue glided over my nipple again and licked around the perimeter; she removed a hand from under my back to fondle the other breast. Her hips began to slowly move up and down, rubbing her sex against mine. My body responded and I lifted my loins to meet her. Then my brain took over; it was like waking from a dream.
“No, Jane-no more, darling.” I just couldn't be cross with her, or even speak sharply and pretend to be. “Come, my love-we must get up, now.”
Gently, I lifted her head, forcing her mouth away from my breast. I squeezed one of her buttocks and softly patted it.
“Lift up, sweetheart.”
She looked up at me, her eyes all swimmy, her mouth moist and open. I looked away quickly to hide the sudden tears that misted my own eyes. I glanced down at my breast; the nipple was huge, red and very wet from her ardent mouth. I pulled myself together, then, and became brisk.
“You get bathed and dressed and I'll cook you a nice breakfast. Go on, now.”
“Mummy-I started to feel all sort of funny just then; I felt something wonderful was about to happen to me.” She pouted, then. “And you spoilt it by making me get up.”
“Sorry, darling,” I smiled at her. “Go and get dressed, now-remember you've got all your packing to do for the week-end.”
“Very well, mummy.” She went to the door and looked back. “Mummy.” She looked thoughtful.
“Hm-hm? What now, Jane?”
“We've had lots of cuddles before, but that's the first time I've felt like that.”
“Well, Jane, darling,” I searched for the right words. “We haven't really cuddled like that; you've never sucked on…”
“Your beautiful titty! That was wonderful, mummy, why?”
“Well, I think that's something a psychiatrist could explain better than I could. You see, the feelings you had go right back to when you were a baby and I used to feed you at my breast.” I paused, then finished, “And that's about as near as I can get…I think!” She stood looking at me with a puzzled expression.
“Go on.”
I grinned, “Scat!” I slid out of bed, still naked, picked up a towel and headed for the bathroom as she went out. She followed me across the landing to her own room, opposite the bathroom. As we went through our respective doors, she called me again. I looked round; her head was sticking out of her door and she was pointing at my legs.
“What is it this time?” I looked down, puzzled.
“Better wash your thighs well, mummy-you must have spilled egg on them, too!” She stuck one bare hip out and I saw where the light caught a smear of wetness. “I got some as well!” She went in and closed her door.
I looked at my legs again; the insides of my thighs were slimy with the combined spendings of Phil and myself, still oozing from my slit.
I douched and bathed quickly, dressed and went downstairs to cook breakfast. I made it an elaborate one; anything, so that I didn't have time to dwell on what had nearly happened between Jane and I. I felt terribly ashamed and shuddered when I thought about what I had nearly done-what I had wanted to do! Even as I remembered the feel of her fresh young body on mine, desire started to well up in me again.
I was glad when Mrs. Matthews arrived and for once listened raptly to her rambling account of the previous day's misdeeds of her husband.