Sunday: The day after the Lady of the Manor seduced her daughter.
Sundays at the Manor were normally quiet, but on this particular Sunday it was quieter than usual. Gillian had risen first and had prepared breakfast for herself and her mother. She'd done that in the past, but on that morning it was special. Special because her mother was now her girlfriend, one she'd slept with last night and wished to please, and who was upstairs getting ready to join her on the patio for breakfast.
It was a beautiful morning without a cloud in the sky, and the forecast was for soaring temperatures. Again, something to be treasured in this green and pleasant land. The difference that morning, though, was the likelihood that both Gillian's and her mother's temperatures would be soaring. They knew there was much to discuss about their new relationship and it was playing on their minds. Plus, that ‘morning after feeling' was causing them considerable anxiety.
Gillian, satisfied with her preparations, finished organising breakfast and left the kitchen. Strolling off, she stopped in the hallway to check her bikini in the mirror, pouted, blew herself a kiss, then with a wiggle of her bottom, nervously stepped outside to await her mother. Placing the tray onto the table, she wiggled over to the double sun-lounger, flipped her sunglasses down over her eyes and lay herself upon it.
Whilst lying there she couldn't help pondering over her Saturday night with her new girlfriend. A girlfriend who would be wearing one of her bikinis that morning. Lady Margaret, her mother, enjoyed wearing her daughter's clothes. She said it turned her on. Just the very thought of it was now turning her daughter on. Footsteps on the patio. She was there.
"Hello Gillian," she said, pausing, casting a shadow over her. "Do we sit at the table together?"
Already a dilemma. It was a very tense moment when her mother stood in front of her. Gillian wondered whether she should just smile, kiss her on the cheek, or perhaps the lips. A slight panic came over her. In the end, she just replied to her greeting verbally.
"Oh hello, mother," she said casually, flipping her sunglasses up over her head. "I didn't hear you coming. Yes, I'll join you at the table."
Both feeling awkward, and appearing as if they'd already been sunbathing, with their faces blushing pink, sat themselves beneath the parasol. Out of direct sunlight now, Gillian, wishing to see her mother more clearly, removed her sunglasses completely. Gazing across the table at her, eyeing up her borrowed bikini, and with a cheeky smile, she couldn't hold back her comments. Hoping to break the ice, she spoke up.
"I'm pleased to see it doesn't quite fit you, mother. You're looking great."
Lady Margaret removed her own sunglasses and glared at her.
"I just knew you would say something like that, Gilly, you sod!" she replied playfully, hoisting up her bikini top attempting to cover up more of her womanly breasts. "You chose this one deliberately, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I'm not silly!" she said, beaming from ear to ear.
Soon after, as a way of apologising for her cheeky comment, she leant across the table to kiss her on the cheek. Surprising her, mother had a different choice of kiss on her mind and pulled her closer to kiss her on the mouth, complete with early morning tongue. Whenever a tongue enters Gillian's mouth, her own responds automatically.
Half standing, while stretching her body over the patio table, Gillian held her mother's neck with both hands and broke the ice yet again with a long passionate kiss. Mother's tongue, thick, long and wet, was licking her daughter's tonsils. Gillian's mouth opened wider. Such a deep kiss was to be savoured and enjoyed. Her hands gripped her mother's neck more firmly. The succulent kiss went on and on, until eventually, both gasping, they drew apart.
"Good grief!" gasped mother, about five kissing minutes later. "That was a rather nice greeting. Awfully sexy too, nearly throttling me like that. I now forgive you for making me look so exposed...and because you've prepared my favourite breakfast. By the way, in case you think I hadn't noticed, you do look gorgeous, Gilly. You're showing even more than me...as usual."
Gillian, still recovering from the open-air sunshine kiss, with her nipples hard, and pointing south in the direction of her mother, was already aching for her touch. She'd never seen her in a bikini, and never imagined she would one day be sitting in the garden with her while wearing one. She knew, though, that this particular morning, and perhaps the afternoon too, would be one of discussion. Deep discussion, involving their new relationship as a couple. In the garden that morning you could have cut the tension with a knife. Tucking into their breakfast, Gillian responded to her mother's compliment.
"Thank you, mother darling," she said, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "I like to look like this when I'm with you. In fact, I chose both bikinis because they are so revealing. I'm a woman who likes to show off what she's got. And why not? I've got plenty to show, just as you have. You look gorgeous too, mother. Can I ask how you feel? Do you feel gorgeous?"
In the foreground of the grand garden, as the timer kicked in, the magnificent fountain sprung into life. The dogs, who'd been lying lazily in the sun outside the kennels, opened one eye each to take a look, then went back to sleep. For Gillian, the cascading waters brought to mind their Saturday night in her mother's bedroom. She gazed up at her bedroom balcony. As she did so, her mother placed her hand upon hers and replied to her question. Her eyes left the balcony. She turned back to face her.
"Should I feel gorgeous?" She asked, curiously. "I'm not sure I should say so."
Gillian clasped her hand. More confident now, in a seductive whisper, she spoke.
"Margaret darling," she began, running her tongue suggestively over her lips. "I feel gorgeous myself. I love the way I look. I would only say that to you though. I am gorgeous and so are you. There's no shame in feeling that way. If you feel gorgeous then you should say so."
"Then I do," said mother. "I feel gorgeous! I am gorgeous! And I'm well aware of how you feel about yourself, darling. You demonstrated that so very vividly last night. You were amazing. And do you know what? I could almost become jealous of you touching yourself like that. Nevertheless, I can fully understand you wanting your body so much, and it's good to watch you perform. Tell me, how long have you been feeling that way about yourself?"
Gillian, in a daze, with her eyes again wandering up at the balcony, where they had both peed over each other, became enthralled by the memory of it. Wet and hot, and no doubt it was running over the edge, splashing onto the patio where they were now seated. How lovely it felt, she thought, to be peed on by her mother. She shuddered as she reflected upon the feeling of it entering her mouth and running down her legs.
"Excuse me!" said mother, prodding her daughter on the arm. "I'm speaking to you!"
Gillian spun around. Her breasts wobbled.
"What?"
"Where were you? I just asked you how long you've been feeling that way about yourself."
"Oh yes, I'm sorry, mother darling. My mind was elsewhere."
As Lady Margaret slipped another strawberry into her mouth, followed by oodles of thick dairy cream, her daughter began to tell her how she fell in love with her own body. If this was to be a discussion, Gillian was liking it. The tension mounted.
"I um...well, it was when I was at Uni. I was sharing a room with another girl. It was dark. Her bed was just a few feet from mine. I could hear her sighing and breathing really heavily. It was obvious what she was doing and I couldn't resist a peek. She wasn't just wanking. Her hands were all over her body; stroking it, caressing it, and she was mumbling to herself. I heard her using her own name. She was saying, ‘Oh Carole, I love you and want you so much'. I couldn't believe it! She was actually making love to herself. I mean really making love. Well, she had a great body so I thought, why not? I was so turned on I joined in and did the same to my own body. I liked it so much I've been doing it ever since. No need to be jealous though, mother darling. It's you I really want."
Mother, besotted by such words, licking the cream from her sensual lips, with her nipples pointing north, asked her to say those last few words again.
Her daughter, closely watching every creamy lick, while at the same time taunting her mother with a strawberry partially visible inside her mouth, swallowed it whole, then replied.
