Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

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.”

Now what did I do? Where was this all going to end?

When I was about to go across to Stella for lunch, Jane called me back.

“Er — mummy. I've been thinking about Stella; I would like to have her as I did you this morning.”

“Jane you can't be serious!”

“Oh, but I am. I'm quite sure I could give her pleasure, too-I made you have a nice spend this morning, didn't I?” She went on after a slight pause. “You'll arrange it at lunch, won't you, mummy?”

“Jane, I can't possibly…”

“It would be a shame if I had to tell dad all about it-and what will he say when I tell him what you did to me this morning?”

“I–I'll ask her, then, but…”

“And you'll ask her to come over here tomorrow morning, when we have our little love session?” I looked into her eyes, seeing the calculating woman I had for a daughter.

“You're really determined about it, aren't you.” I said quietly.

“It's only a little love I want. Tell Stella that, won't you?”

“You force me to ask her and that is what I shall do.”

“You must do more than that, mummy-you must persuade her. I want you both. You will persuade her, won't you, mummy?”

I heaved a deep sigh, as I whispered.

“Yes, Jane.”

The following morning, Phil was hardly out of the house before Jane came in for her pound of flesh and I had to go through the whole scene again.

She made me bring her on with my mouth, after the usual breast-sucking, then I had to lie with my legs apart while she frigged me to my climax, taking a delight in watching my face as I came.

Afterwards, I had to follow the routine she had mapped out for the morning. I sponged away the spend from between her legs and gave her my make-up to use.

When she was ready, she settled herself on the bed again and smiled up at me. “You can call her now, mummy.” Slowly, I left the bedroom and went downstairs to where Stella sat with a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other, trying to bolster her courage. I hadn't needed to persuade her when I told her of Jane's threats again. She looked up as I came in.

“Now?” When I nodded, she swallowed the scotch in one gulp and stood up. “This way-I'm to take you up.”

We went into the bedroom and poor Stella stood hesitating as she looked at my daughter lying naked on the bed, her legs open and waiting, smiling at us.

“Help her undress, mummy.”

Stella and I looked at each other helplessly then Stella started to unbutton her dress. I helped her get it over her head; I removed her bra as she bent to unfasten her suspenders, all the time feeling Jane's eyes on us.

“Help her get her knickers off, too.”

Stella silently allowed me to help get her panties off, then she stood naked.

“Over here, now,” called Jane, her eyes glued to Stella's lovely bared body.

Slowly Stella walked over to the bed and lay down beside my daughter.

“All right, mummy-you may go now. I'll let you watch the next time; I want to have her alone first.”

I looked back once as I went out and saw Stella moving down to crouch between Jane's spread legs.

It was my turn to sit downstairs and drink scotch while I waited. Half an hour went by and then Stella came in, her hair slightly dishevelled, doing up the buttons of her dress.

“She's a hot little bitch, isn't she!”

“I'm sorry, Stella,” I said fervently.

“Can't be helped now, darling,” she said. “As you saw before you went out, she made me use my mouth on her; she's getting ideas, though-wouldn't let me make her spend like that and get it over with. I had to kneel on all fours while she frigged me from behind — I couldn't hold back from having an orgasm. That wasn't the end of it, though. She sucked this nipple.” Stella put a hand tenderly to her left breast. “Sucked it until it nearly came off! Then I had to lie back while she straddled me and rubbed herself off on it. Of course, her hands were everywhere-and her mouth! Even my bottom was investigated thoroughly, hole included!”