“Did-didn't you like Stella in her costume, too?” I gasped, trying to take her mind off kissing.
“Oh, rather! But shouldn't you have said: 'almost in her costume'? She's got a lovely big bottom and fab titties!”
“Jane! You mustn't talk like that about Stella — indeed, you shouldn't talk like that at all!”
“But she has got-er-what I said! I think you are both gorgeous and I can hardly wait until I'm about eighteen!”
“That's over two years from now. Why eighteen, anyway?”
“That's when you said your figure became like it is now, so I suppose Stella's did, too.” Her hand was stroking up and down my back. “You don't sleep bare with Stella, then?”
“What? Of course not-I don't sleep bare with any- er-at home, either. Why that remark?”
“Oh, no, I forgot-you'd only taken off your nightie the other morning because it was hot.”
I made no reply to that one, thinking the whole subject best left alone. She was kissing the side of my neck again, a little more ardently, this time. I lay there with my arms lightly about her slim waist, wanting and yet not wanting her to stop. She drew away from me after a while, but her hand moved up my back, taking the nightie with it. I reached behind me and pulled it down.
“No, Jane, you mustn't.”
“Go on, mummy-just for a minute. Pull your nightie up and I'll pull my costume down-just for one quick cuddle in our nothings.”
“Ssh Jane-you mustn't let Stella hear you say things like that-she'll think you're a baby!” said I, knowing she'd think just the opposite!
“Only for a second-she won't know.” Jane dropped her voice to a whisper. “You know how nice it feels when we're bare for our cuddle.” She pulled away and was slipping the shoulder straps of her swim-suit down her arms.
I tried to stop her, but one small breast came into view, the nipple looking all pink and tender, then the other one. She pulled the costume down to her waist and was continuing on down, before I could bring myself to stop her.
“No farther, darling-and just one quick cuddle, mind, no more, understood?”
“A cuddle without a kiss is like bacon without egg,” she pouted.
“Just one kiss, then, as well,” I said quickly, to keep the subject from eggs!
She lay there looking at me, waiting for me to pull my nightie up, those budding breasts of hers almost looking impatient for the coming thrill. With a sigh, I stripped the nightie up above my breasts, saw her face light up and heard her admiring gasp as they were exposed.
She pulled the clothes down on our side of the bed, to my hips, and I shivered as she gazed at me, turning my head away as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.
It was my turn to gasp, then, as she threw her arms round me and gave me her favourite bear-hug. She pulled her head back and smiled into my face for a moment.
“There's no need for you to blush, mummy-I've seen you lots of times before in your birthday suit!”
Then she slowly laid her mouth on mine, making the most of the allotted one kiss and one hug.
Her breasts pressed into me, our tummies met, one of her thighs insinuated itself between mine before I had a chance to close them tightly. That soft, velvety mouth of hers opened, her tongue seared my lips. I felt our nipples responding to each other as one of her hands slid down my back to my bottom, pulling me in very close. She rubbed her body slowly against mine, nearly driving me crazy with shameful, reluctant want.
“Oh, mummy; darling mummy,” she was breathing against my lips. “You're so beautiful — I love you mummy. Let me love you.”
Her thigh moved higher, pressed hard against my sex; my body betrayed me once again, as my hips began to move, slowly rubbing my sex on her thigh. My nipples were huge and hot and I felt hers, hard and warm, poking into them. The next second, her tongue was right in my mouth; for a moment, I allowed it to stay, caressing it with my own. Then I felt Stella stir behind me and that gave me the needed impetus to push Jane from me and pull away from her thigh between my legs.
I looked once at Jane before turning on to my back. We were both breathing heavily and I saw her little nipples poking out and very red. Our eyes met, hers with a look of disappointment in them.
“Pull you swim-suit up, darling,” my voice was all shaky. “I think Stella is waking up,” I added in a whisper, as I started to pull my nightie down.
I got the nightie about half way down, when Stella turned over.throwing her arm across my tummy. She was obviously still not quite awake, yet, as she murmured something in a sleepy voice and her hand went up under my nightie to cup one of my breasts. Blushing furiously under Jane's wide-eyed gaze, I pushed Stella's arm down.
That made things a lot worse! Her hands slid down over my stomach and straight between my thighs, closing over my sex She murmured something else that had my name in it and squeezed my already excited slit.
“Stella!” I sat up with a yelp.
“Huh? Wassamatter? Rita, darling!” She stretched and moved closer, an arm going across my hips. “Mmmm-you feel gor…”
Her hand fumbled at my thighs again and I grabbed it and held it.
“Wake up, Stella-you've been dreaming!”
My daughter lay watching the performance with eyes that seemed too thoughtful and I began to wish we hadn't come on this trip.
At last, Stella was awake, though, and she lifted her head and looked across at Jane, her costume still down to her waist.
“Jane! I didn't hear you come in.”
“You were asleep, Aunty Stella.”
“You're very pretty, Jane-but why the bare bod?”
“She-er-came into the bed to try and pull me out and we had a little wrestle. She slipped her swim-suit down because it's on the tight side.” I answered for her.
Stella looked at me and I raised an eyebrow out of Jane's line of sight.
“Oh, I see,” said Stella. “Well, I must go to the toilet.” She got out of bed and pushed her feet into her slippers — I was very glad we had taken the precaution of wearing our nighties.
I was not so pleased with her leaving me alone with Jane, though, for as she left the room, my precocious daughter threw herself on me again, wriggling her bare body against my thin nightie. Her mouth was at mine again and once more I felt myself slipping, as her hands came up between us to squeeze my breasts. Where was this all going to end! As her tongue nicked over my lips. I grasped her hands and resolutely pushed her off. I rolled away from her and got out the other side of the bed.
“That's enough, Jane-you're acting like a baby.” She was acting like a woman! Whether she realised what she was doing or not, I wasn't sure.
“Mummy! Look at this!!'
I looked down as she stood beside the bed, one leg upon it, pointing at her thigh. I looked closer and saw a tiny smear of wetness half way down the thigh. I knew it was from me-where she had pressed against that over-sexed fanny of mine!
“It reminds me of that egg you spilt in your bed at home, mummy-not so thick, though.” She touched it with a finger-tip. “Slippery, too.” I felt the blood rushing to my face as she brought the finger up to her nose and sniffed. “That's funny-it has that same kind of smelclass="underline" not so strong though.”