Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

“That's about the size of it.”

“Let's hear the worst-what demands is she making?”

“She wants me!” I murmured.

“You! Jane-do you know what you're doing?”

“I know what I want.” Jane turned towards us, her lips quivering. “I've hated myself for it-but I want it so much I'll do anything to get it.”

“She says she's going to tell Phil everything unless I let her have what se wants.”

“Would he believe her?”

“I'm afraid he would. I didn't want you to know this, but in all fairness, I must tell you. You see-he likes you quite a lot-even says you're a 'smasher,' but he also thinks your might be a…”

“Lesbian?”

I nodded.

“On what grounds?”

“Oh, quite slim ones, actually-the fact that you live alone and have no husband or boy-friends. But with what Jane would have to tell him, it would all begin to add up.”

“I see. It makes no difference to her that she will be breaking up her own home?”

“None-her mind is made up. It's either me, or she tells Phil.”

We talked for nearly an hour; Stella tried all sorts of arguments; threats, promises, even compromises, without the slightest effect. We even begged her to take the coming term at school to think it over, but it was useless. She wanted what she wanted and she wanted it now. Finally. Stella drew a deep breath and walked over to her; she placed her hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

“You realise what an awful thing you're asking of your mother, Jane?” she asked quietly.

Jane nodded, dropping her eyes.

“And nothing will dissuade you?”

A stubborn shake of the head.

“Very well. Look at me, Jane.” Jane looked up at her. “If that is what you want — will you take me instead.”

I gasped and Jane's eyes went wide.

“You-you mean you'd let me…?” She stopped.

“Do whatever you wanted with me-if you will promise not to tell your father about your mother and also that you'll leave your mother out of the arrangement.”

I could see that Jane was torn between the two of us. She looked at Stella's loveliness and was quite obviously sorely tempted. Then she shook her head and practically floored us with her next words.

“No, I can't. You see-I–I had that in mind, too. I love mummy so very much,” and she looked over at me with longing eyes. “I couldn't make a promise like that. I think I love you, too, Aunt Stella, and…and I wanted to have you as well-eventually.”

Stella and I looked at each other speechlessly.

“Well, can you beat that!” gasped Stella. “She wants the pair of us!”

“And I want to know tonight,” Jane pursued her advantage of surprise.

It was now up to me to make the final and irrevocable decision. Negotiations had broken down, as the unions say, and there was no time to table any new proposals.

“No, Stella-it's not your problem. It's all mine and up to me to try and solve it. I don't want the home broken up.” I looked at Jane; she was watching me, holding her breath as she waited for what I was going to say next. “All right, Jane-I'll do what you want,” I said simply.

“Oh, mummy!” Then she burst into tears.

Stella and I looked at each other silently. I gave a resigned shrug.

“Didn't have any choice, did I? Come on, Jane- let's go home.”

As we left, Stella squeezed my hand hard.

“Want me to pop over in the morning, darling?” she whispered.

“Please-about ten; I should have paid part of the blackmail by then and I'll need someone.”

Before we went in, I made Jane pull herself together and dry her eyes; I felt nothing, just then-only slightly numbed.

“Have a good time?” Phil greeted us.

“Smashing!” Jane had brightened up and handed over the things she had brought him from her shopping trip to Bridlington.

“Well, you've both acquired quite a tan.”

The three of us were soon chattering away and the previous couple of hours had faded, for the time being, to an unreal shadow.

After Jane had gone off to bed, Phil looked at me again and I recognised the old glint in his eye.

“That white dress goes well with your tan; sort of sets it off-very sexy!”

Although I didn't feel at all sexy just then, I smiled and let him take me into his arms, trying to appear willing. We kissed and he stroked my bare arms.

“Shall we go to bed?” he whispered.

“Mmm-let's!” I murmured, sounding enthusiastic. If he wanted sex, I thought, I'd have to let him have it; after being away for three days with Stella, I couldn't — I daren't-show unwilling.

We undressed and I could see by the way he kept looking at me he was going to want it. I didn't bother with a nightie, but slipped into my dressing gown to go to the toilet first. There, I went through the task of rousing myself as best I could with my fingers, using my old trick of lifting my breasts to my mouth to raise the nipples. I looked at them and felt at my sex to see how I was doing. I'd pass muster, I thought, to start with- he would probably be able to do the rest.

As I took the dressing gown off and climbed naked into bed beside him, slipping naturally into his arms, it occurred to me how completely divorced this part of my life was to my association with Stella. The word “divorce” brought my mind back to what I had consented to do with Jane to avoid one.

To take my thoughts away from the morrow, I forced myself into an erotic frame of mind. I grasped my husband's stiff prick, lifted one leg and rubbed the knob up and down along my slit. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, kissing him and wriggling against him, rousing us both.

“Say — we are sexy tonight, aren't we!” he gasped, nevertheless taking full advantage of the situation.

“Any complaints?” I grinned in the darkness.

“No complaints!”

“Come — come on, darling, take me!” I panted, squirming on to my back and opening my legs.

He needed no second invitation; he was on me, between my thighs and his hot penis shoved up me to the hilt almost before I had the words out.

I lay back, lifting my pelvis up for his deep thrusts, legs locked over his. His mouth crushed down on mine and I felt him come, gouts of semen squirting into me from his throbbing prick. I jerked my buttocks high off the bed to keep him right inside me, as I came myself. When it was over, I got out of bed again.

“You still didn't remember to get those tablets, did you?”

“Hell — yes! I did-forgot all about them; they're in my coat pocket.”

“Fat lot of good they'll do there! One of them should have been in me! Oh, well-at least we have got some. I'll remember them next time.”

“Like-tomorrow morning?”

“Sex maniac!”

I gave myself a douche and came back to bed. He was lying back, relaxed, with the light on. He turned towards me as I climbed in.

“Behave yourself over the week-end?” he grinned.

“I always behave myself!”

“More to the point-did Stella?”

On that old tack again! I felt more annoyed than guilty then; annoyed because he had brought into focus what I was to face in the morning.

“You know Stella will get to know about what you call her one day and bring a libel suit, or something! You keep harping on the subject-what do you think she did at Bridlington-raped me?”

“That would have been interesting!”

“I do believe that if anything like that happened, you'd want to watch!”

“I'll bet that would be quite an exhibition!”

Stung, I turned to look at him.

“Would you like me to arrange it? I'll say 'Stella, my husband says you are a lesbian and wants to watch you make love to me-naked, of course!' Would that suit you?”

“Oh, come off it, Rita-I'm only pulling your leg.”