Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

And there it ended. Needless to say-I slept worse than badly that night, dreading the morning and the time Phil would leave for the office, leaving me to the tender mercies of my darling daughter!

Phil brought me my cup of tea and rushed off, late for work. I got out of bed, started to put on a nightie, thought better of it and got back into bed again. What was the use of a nightie-it would only add to embarrassment when I had to take it off again. I assumed Jane would want me in bed, unless she had any new ideas!

Again, I got out of the bed, paced up and down naked. No, better get into bed again-she'd be here any minute. I wetted a sponge at the wash-basin, sponged between my legs to have as little odour as possible, in case she wanted to use her mouth on me. I shuddered at the thought of the fantastic situation. Jane using her mouth on me, her mother! I got back into bed and pulled the sheets up to my chin, waiting.

“Mummy?”

I must have dozed off; as I opened my eyes, there was Jane pulling the sheet back and climbing into bed with me. I moved over to give her room, keeping my face averted. Eagerly, she snuggled into me, running her hands over my body.

“All lovely and bare.” She sat up and pulled off her nightie, then lay down again, stroking me.

I laud still, on my back, my legs slightly parted, as she caressed me, not looking at her. She forced me to, eventually, turning my face and pressing her lips to mine.

“Love me, mummy,” she whispered, getting on top of me and holding me tightly.

“I thought that was what you wanted to do to me,” I whispered back.

“I want what you and Stella do-love each other.”

She rolled from me, then, and her hands were wandering over my body again, finally lifting one of my breasts and taking the nipple into her mouth. Then began the sucking and licking that caused such havoc with my body, no matter what my frame of mind. Both nipples received the treatment and I had to lie still while she examined her handiwork afterwards, the two buttons of flesh rampant and red with erotic desire.

“Now I want you to make mine like that.”

Without a word, I turned as she lay on her back and took one of her nipples between my lips, feeling it warm and beginning to stir. “Suck it, mummy,” she murmured. “Suck it hard”!

Doing my best to keep from thinking anything at all, I sucked, bringing the young teat to its full size.

“Now the other one,” she breathed ecstatically.

I worked on the other until it was in the same condition. She pressed close to me again, then, her hands fondling; my breasts were stroked and the nipples squeezed. Then her hands wandered down to my hips — smoothed over them, down along my thighs and back up. She made me turn on to my stomach, then, while she stroked my buttocks and the backs of my thighs, kissing my back and shoulders. I felt one finger just below my bottom, gently pressing between my thighs. I knew she was eventually going to go for my “vital spot.” It would have been more embarrassing having her force my legs open than doing it voluntarily.

Resting my head on my arms, I allowed my thighs to splay open wide enough for her hand. I couldn't suppress a gasp as her slim fingers touched my vulva; my face was hot with shame as a finger slipped between the lips and moved down to my clitoris.

I lay still while she carried out her exploration; I forced my body to relax as her fingers left my sex and pulled open my buttocks. I jerked as a finger-tip touched my anus, pressed, slipped inside; groaned with shame and pain as she pushed in further and wiggled the finger in my rectum. The finger was withdrawn, but my bottom-cheeks were still held open. Feasting her eyes on her mother's backside, I thought; Lord-what is she going to want next?

The next second I jerked hard and almost rebelled, as I felt the soft warmth of her mouth at my bottom-hole.

“Jane-do you have to go that far?” I muttered.

“Oh, yes, mummy-you're so beautiful there!”

Then her tongue was pushing into me. I suffered that for a while, then I was having my whole behind covered with passionate kisses. She was getting bolder as she went along, finding no resistance. My thighs were pulled wide while she had a close look at my sex from the back. Her hands pushed and pulled at my hips, then, and I allowed myself to be turned on to my back, lying with my legs apart while she gazed down at me.

“You're so lovely, mummy,” she murmured, then she was cohering my front with kisses in an excess of passion. I looked at my nipples as she kissed, seeing them huge and almost raw with desire. I looked, then, at the slim body of my naked daughter, kneeling over me, kissing and fondling, her long blonde hair trailing over my own body.

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.