She didn't give up. Her arms went round my waist and she pressed close to me, mouth nuzzling at my breasts again.
“I want you, mummy — I want to love you,” she panted huskily. “Let me!”
I struggled with her as I knelt there, trying to unlock her arms so tightly wrapped round my waist.
“Stop it, Jane-I'm your mother,” I gasped.
“I love you, mummy, I love you,” her mouth was wet and soft on my breasts. “I want to love you all over- you're so beautiful; I want to kiss…”
There was a tap on the door; Jane looked up at me, startled. I pulled her arms away and got off the bed, picking up my nightie.
“Come in, Stella,” I called, pulling on the nightie quickly and pushing Jane back on the bed. I managed to pull the covers up to conceal the fact that Jane was naked-not that Stella wouldn't know, but so that Jane wouldn't realise that she knew.
“Tea,” announced Stella, coming in with a tray. “I woke up and found you weren't there, Rita; I guessed you'd probably come in to say good-morning to Jane, so I got up and made some tea for the three of us.”
She sat on the bed and handed round the cups, throwing me an old-fashioned look as she handed me mine.
“Well, it's another lovely day-we should have a good tan to take back with us.”
“We can swim and sun-bathe most of the day,” said Jane.
“We need only wear pants-nobody ever comes round this way, do they, Aunt Stella?”
Stella and I exchanged glances, but made no comment. Stella finished her tea and stood up.
“Well, let's you and I get dressed and start breakfast, Rita-we're missing the sun hanging about indoors.”
And so she got me out of my daughter's amorous clutches for a while.
Back in our bedroom she eyed me, then pulled my nightie right up to my neck and inspected my nipples; felt briefly between my legs and shook her head.
“Ts-tse-it was bad, wasn't it, darling.” She phrased it as a statement of fact. “Want to tell me about it?”
I told her all that had happened, almost in tears as I tried to explain my own feelings. I had stripped off my nightie and she her negligee; we sat on the bed as I told her the story and she put her arms round me and cradled my head on her breasts.
“She was really hot for you this time, then, and no mistake!”
“She wanted the lot! Even touched my bottom-between the cheeks, I mean.”
“Oh. Lord!”
“Tried to get her hand in between my thighs, too. I stopped her, then, but she was trying to make it with me again when you knocked. Notice her face make-up? She was all prepared for me when I went in — hair brushed, nightie off-she even wore perfume!”
“She's got it bad!”
“Then she made me kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples, as she had done to me. And the whole thing was working towards my nether end-her hands kept wandering down there.”
“If you let things go much further, she'll be asking you to touch her there, too! If I were you, I should have it out if she tries that again before she goes back to school. If she has seen us and brings it up, then you'll just have to face it; you'll have to stand the humiliation and embarrassment of having your daughter tell you she knows about your lesbian relations with me. All you can do is say you're sorry, but that's the way it is and that's an end to it; that you will not have any more liberties taken with your person, or indulge her in any more of her 'cuddling' sessions. I don't suppose your regard and affection for each other will be quite the same again, but at least you won't have to go through all this worry about what she's going to demand next.”
“No, you're right, Stella. I shall see how far she tries to go the next time and if it's anywhere near as far as it was this morning I'll put a stop to it. I was hoping things could have been held off until she went back to school, but she's becoming altogether too demanding.”
We dressed in light summer dresses over our swim-suits, completing the ensemble with sandals. When we went out to get breakfast, we found Jane already in the kitchen; she had her swim-suit and sandals, with just a blouse coming to her waist.
As soon as breakfast was over, Jane was off down to the beach, leaving Stella and I to clear up. When we arrived, she had been in for a swim and was now lying back, sunning herself, costume peeled right down to her hips. Stella and I stripped off our dresses, Stella making two pairs of eyes come out like organ stops as she displayed herself in her bikini. We kicked off our sandals and headed for the water.
“Maybe I shouldn't have brought the bikini,” muttered Stella as we waded out. “The way she looks at us makes me feel naked.”
“You might as well, be, my love,” I laughed. “That thing merely serves to accentuate the little it conceals! You're rather gorgeous, though!”
“We'd better not swim too close together — Jane's bound to have her eyes all over the place.” Stella breasted an oncoming wave and struck out; I followed taking a slightly deviating course.
Back on the beach we suffered Jane's surreptitious glances as we bared our breasts to towel ourselves down. Afterwards, we lay face down on our towels, keeping our rears covered with the lower parts of our swimming costumes. Jane continued to lie with her breasts bared to the sun and gave us rather frustrated looks when we turned over and hid our breasts from her view with the towels.
“Don't you want to get a nice all-over tan?” she enquired. “I like to feel the sun on my titties.”
“It won't feel so good if you get them sun-burnt,” Stella warned. “Your mother and I aren't risking it.”
We went in for lunch and then Stella found a beach ball, which she inflated and took back with us. We spent most of the day on the beach; Jane prudently wore her blouse for the rest of the afternoon, except when swimming and Stella and I continued to spoil her day for her by keeping all our vital parts covered!
To round off the evening, we drove out to the pub we had visited the night before, Stella and I wearing panties and bra beneath our dresses. Jane had her port and lemonade and we drank lager.
“Back home tomorrow,” Jane sighed regretfully. “The week-end went like lightning.”
“Time always does when one is having a good time. You enjoyed it, Jane?”
“Ooh, yes, Aunt Stella, it was wonderful-especially my little trip to Bridlington.”
“Never mind-we'll be able to come here again for more week-ends; we might even manager longer next time-this was at rather short notice.”
After a light supper that night, Jane went off to her room. On her way, she bent and kissed Stella and I lightly on the cheek.
“Coming to tuck me in later, mummy?” she murmured as she kissed me.
“I'll look in before we go to bed, dear.”
“Think you'll have to take a stand tonight?”
“If she starts trying what she did this morning, I shall have to.”
Stella got up from her chair and leaned over me, kissing the tip of my nose. “Feel like turning in yet?”
“Any old time with you, darling,” I whispered, drawing her face down to kiss her lips. She let me kiss them and then pulled back quickly.
“Steady-Jane might come out and see us. If that's the way you feel-let's get into the bedroom as soon maybe and do it properly!”