Chapter 8: A morning visit from Mum

It was later that evening that I got a text message from Vikki. I immediately told Abi and our minds went back to the fun we'd had on the beach with her the previous Sunday. What a sweet little thing she'd been and we both started to have thoughts of seeing her again, and our thoughts were no longer as innocent as they might have been just a week ago! I could see her sweet young smiling face quite clearly in my mind - and not just her face! The image of her amazing little (or maybe not so little) boobs also seemed to be clearly imprinted on my mind! It was clear that she was keen to see us again - and we both felt sure that she wanted a bit more fun after the introduction we'd given her on the beach.

Eventually, we arranged for her to visit on the following Sunday afternoon. How slowly the rest of the week passed! Mum seemed to be not only happy about the visit, but positively enthusiastic as well. We couldn't help wondering whether it was a purely unselfish interest or whether she was hoping for something more! During the week, the only sessions that Abi and I had were once we'd gone to bed, which didn't leave Mum much opportunity to see us - and of course, she hadn't made any secret of the fact that she'd rather like to watch again some time. Indeed, after her participation on the beach, we suspected that she might really like to do rather more than simply watch!

At least we no longer felt the need to keep absolutely quiet when we were enjoying ourselves - although, I think we still both felt slightly self-conscious about making too much noise. But if the odd rather loud moan or whatever slipped out unintentionally, we didn't freeze with embarrassment now. And we seemed to be hearing Mum and Dad at it a lot more too! Either they'd suddenly started having sex a lot more frequently than they used to or they used to be more cautious than we realised about letting us hear. Of course, they were often leaving the door slightly ajar now, so that may have had something to do with it. There were two or three occasions that week when Abi and I had been lying in bed snuggled up together after we'd had our fun when we heard moans coming from our parents' room. We both still found it very erotic and the sounds would sometimes get us going all over again!

The next Saturday, the weather wasn't quite as good as the previous one. In fact it was pouring with rain when I woke up. I lay there listening to the drops splattering against the window panes thinking how lovely and cosy it felt to lie in bed, and how nice it was that I didn't have to get up quickly to go to school. I'd had a good session with Abi the night before but when she dozed off to sleep soon after, I'd returned to my own bedroom to get a good night's sleep. And now I felt great. It was about this time the previous Saturday when I'd leapt up and stood enjoying the sunshine and the sensations I found I could get from my body. The details of that lovely occasion replayed in my mind and I was soon absent-mindedly stroking my hand lightly over my body, a little smile playing on my lips as I recalled what had happened.

On that occasion, Abi had poked her head round the door as I'd stood there. This time, as I was wrapped in my reverie, Mum poked her head in! I looked round and smiled at her, "Hi there, Mum. How's things?"

She stepped in, replying, "Hi Liz. I'm fine. Just wondered how you were".

She was wearing her silk gown again, tied quite loosely. With a quick glance, I took in the deep swell of her breasts, accentuated by the fine silk material just skimming the top of her nipples. Her hair was looking marvellously wild - no way had she made herself look smart before she'd looked in!

"Is everything going well between you and Abi still?" she went on, her eyes twinkling slightly I thought.

"Yes, everything's absolutely great", I replied, easing myself up slightly from underneath the duvet into a sitting position and chuckling. "I'm surprised you haven't heard that!!"

She laughed, "Well, yes. I must admit we have heard the odd thing every now and then". She stepped across and settled herself down on the end of my bed, facing me. "You don't mind if I sit here a minute do you?" she went on, "we don't seem to have chatted much since last weekend".

"Of course not", I laughed, my eyes distracted by a clear view up to her bare pussy as the gown opened over her thighs when she sat down. "Actually, I half expected you to look in on us again sometime, but I guess it's not so good in the dark!"

"No", she chuckled, "I'd have loved to, but it would just be frustrating in the dark when I can't see anything. I was half hoping I'd catch you at it again this morning - but never mind!"

"I think Abi's lying in a bit", I laughed; "We had a good session last night and she's probably catching up on her sleep. It's funny you should say that though, because I was just thinking about last Saturday when you came in. Well, I was actually thinking about our very first session - before breakfast - the one which started it all. That was so beautiful."

"I'd love to hear what happened", she said, "if you wouldn't mind telling me, of course. How did it start?"

And so, I described exactly how it had happened that morning, in quite some detail. Whenever I skipped over anything, she'd interrupt and ask me exactly who'd done what - and I could see she loved hearing every bit of it, clearly getting more and more aroused as she listened, her hand soon slipping between the folds of her gown to casually finger her pussy. One of her nipples was peeping over the gown as well and it was lovely watching how it gradually stiffened up. Needless to say, recounting the events soon had my own fingers becoming a little more active as well. They'd already been casually resting between my thighs when Mum first walked in, so it was natural for them to start nuzzling up against my pussy lips as I re-lived the excitement of a week ago, not to mention seeing Mum's increasing excitement right in front of me. Of course, she couldn't see what I was doing as the duvet came up to my waist.

As I came to the end, I could see that her face had got quite flushed and her eyes seemed to be on my chest. I glanced down briefly and saw that my own nips were pushing out very firmly against the thin soft material of my sleep shirt - two little beacons signalling my own excitement. Without thinking, I reached up and gave them a little rub and laughed, saying, "Yes, it's pretty exciting remembering everything!"

"It's pretty exciting hearing about it too", she laughed, "In fact it's very exciting indeed! I'm sorry, but you've got me quite turned on now."

"Well, I can see where I inherited my love of sex from!" I laughed.

She leaned forward and gave me an affectionate kiss on the forehead. "I do love you Liz - as a mother I mean - but I find you very sexy as well. That time on the beach when you both helped me to get off was one of the most exciting things I've ever done. The sensation of your lips on my breasts, as well as Abi's of course, was absolutely amazing..."

"Mmm, it's a lovely feeling isn't it", I agreed. "I really love it when Abi sucks on mine - even though they are only little!"

"Not so little, those nipples", she laughed; "I can see them pushing out there. I don't know if they're as firm as they look, but they certainly look as hard as little buttons!"

"Well, yes, they are pretty firm", I chuckled, "You feel them!"

And with barely a moment's hesitation, she leaned forward again and ran her fingers over the prominent little bumps in my shirt. I shivered as the gentle touch of her fingers sent a flicker of fire through my body.

"Oh, wow, yes", I murmured.

"Oh Liz, they're gorgeous", Mum said, "very like mine were at your age. It was marvellous first discovering the pleasure that they could give me - and it's not really changed in all these years. But I'm not sure if they were ever quite as lovely as yours - so firm and succulent, far too mature for such sweet little breasts!"

Her experienced fingers gently toyed with them, moving back and forth, her face glowing with pleasure as she did it.

"Oh God, Mum! What are you doing?!" I moaned.

"Just enjoying myself", she laughed, "I hope you don't mind".

"Mind?" I chuckled, "it feels gorgeous!"

"Yes, I rather thought it would", she laughed; "So if I'm enjoying myself and you think it feels gorgeous - I think I might just keep going for a while!! Oh, my little beauty, you feel so lovely. I could feel you all over, you're so perfect! But what's that hand of yours up to under the duvet there?! Nothing too innocent, I hope!!"