Inevitably, she stopped with her face only a scant inch from the hair below my tummy. Almost without realising what I was doing, I spread my legs wider, knowing what she wanted.
She moved down the bed and I watched, fascinated, as her blonde head sank deep between my thighs. Then my breath hissed through my teeth and I gripped hard on the bedclothes as her soft, tender mouth closed over my slit. Tears came instantly to my eyes, a mixture of shame, embarrassment and sharp, erotic sensation. Her tongue began to lick at me and I squirmed on the bed, trying not to reach down to clasp her head and press her face closer to me. The smooth, silky hair was a caress on the insides of my thighs as she gammed me.
Eventually, she found my clitoris and I heard her murmur of delight as her lips drew on the excited morsel of flesh. My body began to give way I moaned and reached down to stroke her hair, whispering her name. A few more seconds and she'd have had me spending. She knew it, too, for she pulled her face away quickly and looked up at me, smiling, her lips glistening with the moisture she had induced in me.
“Not yet, darling mummy,” she murmured, coming up to lie alongside me and stretching out on her back. “I'd like to have that done to me-you seem to love it, so it must be wonderful.”
Hopelessly, I crawled to her feet and bent between her outstretched legs. I brought my face-close to the slim line of her sex and hesitated.
“Go on, mummy-kiss it. You want to, I know.”
Then I pressed my mouth to it, once again, feeling that all this wasn't really happening. I kissed it gently feeling its warmth and softness, the odour of her ii my nostrils.
“Put your tongue in it, mummy.” she breathed excitedly. “Ooh, that's lovely.”
I pushed my tongue between the tight little lips, finding wetness.
“Lick my button, mummy, the same as I licked yours,” she lifted herself to press her little quim against my lips.
I found her “button” and rubbed it with the tip of my tongue, surprised to find a definite reaction. Carried away, I got my hands under her bottom and held her with her sex close to my face, licking the length of her furrow and titillating her clitoris.
Suddenly, she grabbed my head, panting, her hips jerking up. I realised I had no idea how forward she was in that respect; was she yet capable of achieving orgasm? I pulled my mouth from her and looked up at her flushed, excited face.
“Jane-do…do you know what may happen if I go on doing that?”
“Oh, oh, yes, mummy. I'll have a sp-spend!”
“You know about that, then?”
“Yes-I…I've done it to myself lots of times! But it'll be nothing like what you're going to make me do. Ooooh, this is heaven!”
“Do you want to have your spend now?”
“Yes. Please!”
I applied my mouth to her quim once more and had my head grasped tightly. She was emotionally young and fresh and it required only a few licks to have her jerking about, rubbing her little spending slit against my mouth. Automatically. I sucked on her, receiving the thin, meagre juices of her orgasm.
When she had finished I started to get out of bed, thinking my unwanted chores were over for that morning and wanting to busy myself getting washed and dressed to help fight down my own awakened desires. But Jane had other ideas. She pulled me back, her hand going familiarly between my thighs to feel at my sex.
“Oh, no, mummy-that wouldn't be fair at all! Not after the lovely feeling you gave me-I've never known anything like it! Now I must do the same for you!”
“No, Jane, that isn't necessary.” Oddly, I thought it would be even more humiliating to have my daughter give me an orgasm than my giving her one. “No-you get dressed, now.” I wanted to cover my nakedness; I wanted her to get out of the bedroom, so that I could start forgetting what had happened between us until the next time.
“I insist, mummy,” she said firmly. “Your poor little pee-hole is all longing.” She pushed me on to my back, smiling into my red face for a moment, before sliding down my body to crouch between my legs.
Then her mouth was searing my cunt once more; lips and tongue becoming ever more knowing. Finally, she had my clitoris between her sucking lips, her tongue flicking constantly over the tip. I was lost.
Moaning with shame and passion. I clasped her head, pushing my sex hard against her mouth. I spent, then, feeling her mouth leave my slit as she moved up the bed to watch me as I jerked about in the throes of my orgasm.
She allowed me to get up, then, and she went to her room to dress.
Later I was about to leave the bedroom, when she came back.
“Thank you, darling,” she whispered, slipping into my arms and holding on tight. “Did I do it nicely for you?”
I stood letting her hold me, without answering.
“Did I?” she insisted. “Tell me.”
“Yes, Jane, you did,” I sighed, then had to force myself to stand still while her hand foraged under my skirt, fingers inserting themselves inside the crotch of my panties. The little minx was actually frigging me!
I was saved by the bell! The door-bell. We heard Stella's voice as Mrs. Matthews opened the door and I almost flew down to greet her.
She looked at my face when she came in and smiled sympathetically when I nodded mutely. Jane came down then and I took Stella's arm to steer her into the drawing-room.
“Get some coffee ready, Jane,” I said over my shoulder, ensuring Stella and I at least a few minutes alone together.
As soon as I shut the door after us, she gathered me in her arms and let me have a little weep on her shoulder.
I told what had taken place, including the mild frigging after I had dressed, then Jane came in with the coffee and put an end to the conversation.
“Well, I have some shopping to do-like to come over later?”
“I'd like that very much.”
“OK-how about lunch?” Then she added very quietly, turning to Jane, “I'm sure Jane can spare you for an hour, now that she's had what she wanted?”
“Oh, yes-go ahead, mummy.”
After Stella had gone, she turned to me, a speculative look in her eyes.
“Aunt Stella is very beautiful, too, isn't she?”
“She is,” I answered, in full agreement.
“She must be nice to make love to.”
“Jane, you've got what you wanted from me-must you keep harping on the subject?”
“I'm sorry, mother,” she said seriously, “I'm afraid I can't help it. It was so wonderful with you-and I want to make love to you lots and lots more-but I feel I want to love Stella as well, now!”
“Well, you'd better forget about it.”
“Why? She did offer.”
“That was in place of me.”
“But I don't see why I couldn't have both of you, now. After all. I know she wouldn't want daddy to know about what you do together any more than you would.”
“Jane-you promised that if I let you do it with me you wouldn't tell.”
“Well, I did have Stella in the back of my mind when I said that-I told you at the time.”