“If you want to.”
“Of course I want to, darling whatever made you think I didn't?” And whatever made me choose those words? I mentally kicked myself.
“Oh, I–I just thought you didn't have time for me.” She kept her face averted as she slid down under the covers.
“I've got all the time in the world for my own little Jane. I love you.” I pulled the clothes up to her chin, but she pushed them down again to her waist.
“Do you-really?”
“You know I do.” I sat on the bed and leaned over her. “I love you very much, and don't you ever think otherwise.”
I looked down at the pool of blonde hair surrounding her pretty face, her swan-like neck and the young buds of her breasts, glowing palely through her thin nylon nightie.
“All of you, my darling.”
“Kiss me good-night, then.”
I bent and kissed her; her arms went round my neck and she pulled her head hack to look up at me.
“Hold me as well-tight!” I slipped my arms under her back and pressed her to me as our lips met. Then my heart was suddenly thundering as she started to suck on my mouth, tongue flicking across my lips, trying to get between them. I started to pull away, but she clung to me. I managed to pull my head back.
“No, darling-no,” I panted. “We mustn't…”
“Darling,” she whispered, in a tone I had never heard from her before. It had the depth of passion in it that only a woman's should have. “Darling,” she whispered again, as she stifled my protests with her mouth.
She knows, I thought. She knows all about Stella and I She saw everything that went on down on the beach this afternoon. If I try to be firm with her, it will all come out. What will I say to her? What can I say? Whatever it was, it could only make things worse. My own daughter would be accusing me of being a lesbian!
No, I couldn't face that. Let me get over this week and it will give me time to think while she's away at school. I let her go on kissing; even when her tongue forced its way between my lips and licked around inside.
I didn't move as her arms slipped from my neck and her hands fumbled at the front of my waist, undoing the sash of my negligee and pulling it open. Her hands went inside to cup my breasts and I stifled a moan of shame as she gently pinched the nipples. The whole time her mouth never left mine for a second, constantly sucking.
Then she was reaching down between us, pulling her nightie up to her neck. Finally, her hands went inside my negligee, her arms this time going right round my back and pulling me hard down so that my bared breasts were flattened against hers.
We lay there like that for what seemed ages: I felt our nipples in full erection, hot and pulsing on our heaving breasts. And all the time her mouth kept sucking on my lips. Her hands wandered down to my bottom, stroked over the cheeks, taut with the position of half sitting and half laying over her. She squeezed hard, stroked down one hip and along my thigh. I tensed as her fingers traced tingling lines back up the thigh and stopped near the top, moved inwards across the lower part of my stomach, paused at the pubic hair.
Surely I couldn't allow this, I thought, no matter what the cost. I steeled myself for her next move, then almost went limp with relief as her hand moved away from the danger area. She made me gasp with a hug and then she had pulled her head back and released me.
I stood up shakily; both of us were breathing heavily and I saw her little nipples erect and dark pink with her emotion. She pulled her nightie down and I re-tied the sash at my waist.
“Good-night, now,” she said huskily, sliding between the sheets. “Good-night, darling.” I waited for her to add “mummy,” but she didn't.
“Good-night, Jane.” I almost choked, as I switched off her light and left the room. I had almost closed the door when she called “Mummy.”
“Yes, dear?”
“We don't want to disturb Stella-will you come to my room to give me my cuddle in the morning, please?”
Now I was getting my orders! I heaved a sigh of resignation.
“Yes. Jane.”
“And mummy! You won't dress until afterwards, will you? Just your nightie will do.”
“Yes Jane!”
I closed the door and leaned against the jamb with my head spinning. Where was this all going to end? How was it all going to end? Yes, Jane; no Jane-three bags full, Jane!
CHAPTER NINE
“Where the heck have you been?”
Stella was lying curled up in bed with a book, but I noticed she had done her hair and made her face up, as I had.
“I'll give you three guesses!”
“Jane? I thought so. Don't tell me you've had it out?” Stella put down her book.
“No-it might have been better if we had, at that.” I told her what had happened in Jane's room and my orders for the morning. “She must have seen everything we did on the beach; even though we didn't dive between each other's legs, I think she has sufficient knowledge to know what we're up to.”
“And that she wants some, too, and now has the means to cash in on it?”
“I think so-I'm afraid so. But I can't, Stella-my own daughter! Do you think she'll want to-to…” I couldn't finish the sentence.
“Go the whole hog? I don't know, Rita-it depends on the extent of her knowledge in those matters. I'm afraid she'll probably want to touch-even if it's just natural instinct.”
“I've explained how babies are made-roughly; I was very careful to point out that the man and woman were married first. She knows nothing about what two women might do together, as far as I know.”
“Well, there you are-as far as you know! I think you ought to be prepared for the worst and decide beforehand what you're going to do if it comes to it. What would you do? You wouldn't go through with it, would you?”
“You mean let her…?” I shivered. “No-that's out! If only we could get over this week, it may have faded in her mind by the time she comes home for the next holidays-or I could at least have thought up something fairly plausible in the meantime.”
“What about the morning-I take it you'll let her have her cuddle?”
“Yes-I promised. If she tries to go any further than she did tonight, though, I shall have to stop it.”
“Tell you what-I'll give you, say, ten minutes.” She thought for a moment. “Yes-I'll get up with you and make some tea and that'll give me an excuse to break it up. Now, forget all about it for tonight and come over here.”
I went over and stood beside the bed, stripped off the negligee and drew a whistle from Stella as she looked at my breasts.
“Those sexy nipples of yours give you away every time! Open your legs.” I obeyed and she reached out to feel between them. “There, too-all lovely and wet!” She leaned up on one elbow and the clothes slipped down to her waist.
“Talk about my nipples being sexy-have you looked at your own lately?” They were as erect as mine.
“'Well, as a matter of fact, I've been rubbing them while I was waiting for you. It's just as well you're all nice and sexy, because tonight, you're in for it!”
“Oh? What are you going to do to me this time? Whip me?”