Suddenly I was moaning and juddering under him as my own orgasm hit me-genuine, this time!
When I lay back the second time, panting, it really was the lassitude of post-orgasm. I had made it, and he seemed thoroughly satisfied when he roiled from me, leaving me to douche and flush away the fruits of our union, in the bathroom.
I was going to have to be careful in future — he definitely would think the worst, if, after a heavy bout with Stella, he insisted on making love and found me unable to produce even a couple of stiffened nipples. I had always been a good, sexy wife in that respect, and always responsive to the slightest indication of wanting on his part.
As I got back into bed, his arms went round me, pulling me in close as he murmured drowsily. I snuggled against him as his hand wandered down my back and stroked over my bottom, pressing my pelvis to his.
I held myself quite still, then, as I felt his cock twitch against my thighs, praying he would drop off to sleep. Sometimes, when he was in the mood, he could take me twice in fairly quick succession, or make it last for half the night. I didn't feel I could cope with either right then. The trouble was, he had always been very fond of my bottom-calls it my sexy bum-and with his hand on it and holding me so close, a twitch of my little finger could start him off.
I lay there in his arms in the darkness, hardly daring to breathe, until at last, I must have dropped off to sleep, without being called upon to do further battle.
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning I still felt rather weary, rousing only to drink the cup of tea Phil brought up before he went out. I heard his car start up and then dozed off again.
“Mummy! Mummy!”
“Huh? What's the matter?”
“It's nearly ten o'clock. Mrs. Matthews has arrived- she's cleaning up downstairs.”
I opened my eyes and there was my daughter standing beside the bed, looking down at me, wearing only a pair of pyjama trousers, her young, apple-firm little breasts tilted pertly upwards, the spreading nipples looking very tender and sensitive.
“Jane-you shouldn't go about the house like that; go and get something on.”
“What's wrong? There's nobody here to see me-I had the jacket on when I let Mrs. Matthews in.”
“We'll go and get dressed now.”
Her face dropped.
“I was hoping for a little snuggle in bed with you, first. I go back to school next week, don't forget, mummy.” She put on her most pathetic look.
“Oh, all…” then I almost squeaked as I realised I had nothing on under the bedclothes. “No, wait-fetch me a cup of tea first…”
It was too late. She had already pulled back the covers and I saw her eyes widen as she looked at my naked body. I pulled my knees up and crossed my hands over my breasts. She giggled.
“Mummy-you're all bare! What have you been up to?” She dived in beside me.
I flushed hotly at her words.
“I–I took my nightie off when you father went out- it was very warm.”
“If it was that shortie nightie I saw lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, I shouldn't have thought it would make any difference!”
She was a discerning little minx! But I was quite sure she meant it innocently, although that still didn't save my blushes.
“Mmm, lovely!” She wriggled up close until my bent knees pressed into her tummy. She put one arm under my shoulder and pulled the covers over us with her free hand. “Do you have to lie all doubled up like that, with those hard knees poking into my tummy?” I straightened my legs just a little.
“And why are you holding your titties? I let you see mine! Oh, come on, mummy-let's snuggle up all nice and cosy, like we used to.”
What could I say to her? I straightened my legs right out and dropped my hands from my breasts.
“Aah-that's much better.” Both arms went round me, then, and she pressed real close until those firm, sprouting breasts of hers poked into my large, mature globes. “Mmm! Those lovely titties!” She wriggled her own against them. “So big and warm and sort of elasticity!” She hugged me tightly and kissed the side of my neck. “I am lucky to have such a gorgeous mother!”
She squirmed some more and threw one leg over my thigh. I held my arms around her slim waist, lightly.
“It's nice of you to say so, Jane, but you shouldn't keep talking about titties the way you do.”
“Why-what's wrong with titties?”
“Oh, nothing, I suppose, but you're a big girl now…”
“What should I call them, then? Breasts? Should I say 'I think your breasts are very beautiful, mother'? Or 'What lovely big tits you ha…' ouch!”
I lowered one hand and gave her a sharp smack on the upper cheek of her jutting bottom.
“And the next time I shall take your pants down to do it!
“Oooh, fab!” she breathed and the next moment she had thrown back the bedclothes and pulled her pyjama trousers right down and off, throwing them to the end of the bed. Then she rolled on to her tummy and lifted her bottom. “Go on, then, mummy-smack it bare, like you used to when I was small!”
I looked down at her white, upthrust bottom and was sorely tempted.
“You're being silly, now. But I don't want to hear you talk like that again, remember?”
“I might if you spanked me.” She wriggled her behind at me. “Go on-smack my bare arse…ouch!”
She yelped again as I gave her another, even harder, slap on her bare cheeks. Then I pulled the clothes back over us again.
“And I don't want to hear that sort of language, either. Where do you pick it up-in those horrible coffee bars-From the Mocks and Rodders, or whatever they call themselves?”
“You mean Mods and Rockers. No, mummy, of course not — I'm not interested in those filthy little beasts; I like to go with Susan and Lucy (neighbours' daughters)-the music sends us, that's all.”
I was relieved to hear her say so and was pretty certain she was speaking the truth.
“All right. Well, come on then, if you want a snuggle — I must get up soon.”
She came into my arms, pressing close again; I felt sparse, silky hairs brush my thighs as she threw a leg over mine. We cuddled and I stroked her back and gently patted her bottom. She kissed me.
“Mmm, love you, mummy,” she murmured, her lips nuzzling first my neck, then my face, my forehead, eyes, nose, chin, and finally, mouth.
She held her mouth on mine for a considerable length of time, until I pulled my head back, gasping.
“Hey-you'll smother me!” I pushed the clothes back. “Come on, now, my pet-we must get up. You've had your little cuddle.”
“All right, mummy, if you say so,” she said reluctantly. “One more hug, then I'll let you get up.”
“Oh, very well, then.”
She raised herself and rested a hand on either side of my shoulders as I turned on to my back, preparatory to sitting up. Then she lowered herself on top of me, pressing me down, her hands sliding under my back. I received a hefty bear-hug, taking the full weight of her body, my breasts flattening under hers. She looked up into my face.