By Misty Meadow
Ursula had extended Ashley’s bedtime from nine to ten o’clock — and every evening, after dinner, they’d go up to Ursula’s bedroom and close the door. It frustrated me beyond belief to know that some kind of sexual shenanigans were going on between Ashley and her mother, forbidden pleasures that I had no part in. Once again, I began to feel the onset of jealousy.
On the other hand, at least Ursula was making fewer demands on me. It had become somewhat exhausting to make love to her every night. Of course, that just fueled my hunger for Ashley.
I still picked Ashley up from school each weekday to walk her home, and that was when she’d update me on what was happening with her mother. It seemed that their intimacy had progressed to the point where Mum had kissed her cunt several times — just soft, playful kisses so far — and Ashley was happy to let her do it.
“At some point,” I told her, “She’ll want to go down on you, I mean really lick you, like I used to.”
“I’m kinda surprised she hasn’t tried to yet. I think she’s still a little bit scared. Bet she’ll do it soon!”
“Well, when she does, I want you to stop her. Tell her you’re not ready for that yet.”
“But then she’ll be mad, won’t she?”
I shook my head. “No, she won’t. She’ll be frustrated, but she won’t dare to yell at you or anything like that. She knows that showing anger would make you nervous, maybe even make you run away.”
Ashley gave a brief laugh. “Run away from getting my pussy licked? Not bloody likely.”
“Yes, but she doesn’t know that. Look — haven’t you noticed how your mum is being especially nice to you these days? First, she pushed your bedtime back an hour… then, she bought you that iPhone.”
“That was so I could keep my photos of her on it.”
“Well, okay, there’s other things… like how she’s gone soft on making you do your homework. Now I’m the one who has to nag you about that. And making your bed in the morning, not to mention–”
“Okay, okay, I suppose you’re right, she’s being extra nice. You think it’s to get me into bed with her?”
“I’d bet on it.” We were getting close to home, so I led her over to a nearby bench and we sat down.
“Well, fine. But if she’s so nice about it, and she wants to lick me, how can I tell her no?”
“It’s called ‘playing hard to get’. You’ll be able to control her, and get what you really want. And what is it that you want most of all right now…?”
There was a sudden glimmer of awareness in her eyes. “Ohhhhh… to be with you again. Okay, I get it! But how do we make it happen?”
“Leave that bit to me,” I replied. “All I need is for you to keep her from eating your pussy.”
“So what do I say to her when she tries to? ‘Cos she’s gonna try soon.”
I shrugged. “Just tell her it doesn’t feel right.”
“But Mum knows you and me had oral sex. She’ll want to know why you get to go down on me and she can’t. She’ll say it’s not fair.”
Jesus Christ, I bet she would. “Well, for one thing, she’s your mum. Just tell her that you feel a little weird about having sex with your own mother. Or how about this: you think that having heavy sex with her would feel like a kind of betrayal, because you still love me.”
“Oh, I do, Misty, I really do! That reason is better, ‘cos it’s more like the truth. Besides,” and she giggled, “why can’t girls and their mothers fuck if they want to?”
I had to laugh with her. “You’re a girl in a million, Ashley. Let me know how it goes with Ursula, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now let’s go get some ice cream.”
*****
I put a little thought into it, and figured out how I could use Ursula’s desire to restore my relationship with Ashley. After helping her with her homework one afternoon, I laid out my scheme.
“Okay, now I want you to go ahead and let your mother go down on you.”
“Really?” Ashley arched an eyebrow, something she always did when feeling puzzled. Seeing that made me ache to kiss her, but I had to be good. “How come you changed your mind about that?”
“Trust me, there’s a good reason. What’s the problem? You’re going to get your pussy eaten.”
She giggled. “Oh there’s no problem, believe me!”
“Good. Let her do it on Sunday, during the day. Kinda tease her a bit first, and then finally allow her to lick your cunt. Now, here’s the most important thing — I want you to have that new phone of yours ready, and when she’s really getting into licking you, I want you to surreptitiously take a picture of her while she’s doing it.”
“What’s ‘surreptitiously’?”
“That’s your new word for today. It means ‘secretly’.”
She grinned. “So you mean that I’m s’posed to take the picture without her knowing, huh?”
I nodded. “Exactly. You should disable the flash, but if her bedroom curtains are open wide enough, there’ll be enough light. That’s why it needs to happen during the day. If you can hold the phone at arm’s length and take it without her noticing, that’ll be perfect. We need to see enough of her face so that anyone can tell it’s her. Oh, and the picture has to include the mole on your tummy. That’s especially important.”
“Why?”
“Never you mind. Just do it. If this works out like I hope, it’ll bring us back together again.”
Ashley flashed me a wicked smile that had my pussy throbbing. “Sounds good to me.”
*****
The following Monday, walking to school, Ashley produced her phone, switched it on and handed it to me. “Well, I did it!”
I studied the shot, my pulse racing at the realization of what I held in my hand.
It was perfect. There was Ursula, her face instantly recognisable between Ashley’s legs. She even had on a pair of very distinctive earrings, and the mole on Ashley’s tummy was visible. This was a perfect example of illegal child pornography, the kind of picture that fills every “normal” mum and dad with horror, gets perverts like me aroused and has prosecutors rubbing their hands together with glee. This was the leverage I needed.
*****
The next evening, Ursula threw an after-hours dinner party for friends. I did the cooking, and it was quite a triumph. Since becoming the au pair, I’d taught myself to be mistress of the kitchen as well, with the help of a growing collection of cookbooks.
Ashley and I ate in the kitchen, and once she’d finished dessert, she gave me a sleepy “G’night,” and went off to bed. As she left, I reached into my pocket for the dozenth time, feeling for Ashley’s phone, satisfied to find it there. Tonight’s going to be interesting, I told myself.
After the guests departed, Ursula came into the kitchen just as I was putting the last of the plates into the dishwasher. “Excellent dinner,” she said. “Nearly all of the guests complimented me on the cooking. Thanks, Misty — I owe you.”
Untying my apron, I tossed it on the counter. “In that case, let’s go up to your room and fuck ourselves silly. My pussy’s been hungry for action.”
We hurried up to the bedroom, Ursula every bit as eager as I appeared to be. She went into her bathroom to pee, and I stripped off and stretched out naked on her bed. She came back into the room and started taking her clothes off. I watched, thinking that this might be the last time I’d ever watch her undress — or the first of many more times.
“You’re fucking gorgeous for a woman of your age,” I said. “No sagging tits, no cellulite, no wrinkles… just a lovely, slender, sexy body that’s begging to be satisfied.”
Her eyes were flashing with lust. “You’ve got that right, Misty. Maybe it’s the wine, but I feel randy tonight. You want to fuck me with the strap-on? Actually, let’s use this.” Reaching into a dresser drawer, she produced a double-ended dildo, holding it up for my inspection. It was about two feet long, jet black with a realistic cock head on each end. “What d’you think of this puppy? Pretty fucking hot, huh? I’ve been saving this for a special occasion, and tonight’s as good as any. Let’s get end to end and impale ourselves.”
On any other occasion, I’d have been delighted to take that beauty for a trial run — but I had more important business to attend to. “Eat my cunt first,” I demanded. “Get me nice and warmed up, then fuck me with that monster.”
“My pleasure.” She got on her hands and knees at the bottom of the bed and leaned in to put her mouth on my cunt, her face alight in anticipation.
“Hold it!” I said, firmly. “There’s one little thing we need to discuss first.”
“What?” she frowned.
“This.” I held up Ashley’s phone.
She was puzzled. “That’s… that Ashley’s, isn’t it? What are you doing with it?”
I turned it on and showed the picture her daughter had taken. Ursula stared blankly, then her eyes widened in horror. I could tell that she immediately understood the implication of what I had.
She abruptly sat up. “That — that treasonous little bitch! She told you, didn’t she?”
“Everything, down to the most intimate details. Did you really expect her to keep that a secret? You forgot that she loves me, loves me enough to break any promises you thought she’d made. And here,” I waved the phone, “here’s the proof. A picture of Ursula Urquart, performing oral sex on her twelve-year-old daughter.”
“Give me that!” She tried to snatch it from my hand, but I was gripping it too tightly.
“No point in deleting it,” I said, “I’ve copied it onto a thumb drive, and I left that with a friend.”
She stared at me, her face tight with hatred — then she gave a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “What is it you want? Money? How much?”
“I want Ashley.”
Her eyes grew hard and cold. “No. She’s mine, damn you.”
“She’s ours. I’m not saying you have to give her up, Ursula… only share her with me. She loves us both — in different ways, I’ll admit, but yes, both of us.”
“You’re thinking of a three-way relationship? Don’t be ridiculous! It’d never work.”
“It’s worth trying, at least. And it’s better than a jail sentence and a lifetime on the sex offenders list.”
She paled. “You wouldn’t do that to me, Misty! You’re a selfish bitch, but you’d never go that far.”
I held firm. “You don’t understand how much I love Ashley. I’d do anything, make any sacrifice to have her back. With you in jail and her in foster care, I’d have access to her. She’d be all mine.”
“You’d destroy her life! No, no… you’re not that cruel.”
“I want her more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, and I’ll stop at nothing to have her,” I said, putting as much conviction in my voice as I could.
“Hold on, let’s not be hasty,” she said. “Just… let me think this through.”
I’d shown her the stick, now out came the carrot. “We can share her. We could have her on alternate nights or, better still, have three-way sex, like you suggested.”
“I didn’t suggest it! Okay, I said it, but that was just… oh, fuck, I don’t know what to do!”
“Picture it, Ursula. The three of us, naked here in your bed, Ashley in the middle, you and me caressing her body from top to toe, stroking her with our fingertips, tickling her nipples, worshiping her cunt — driving her crazy with lust. Imagine lying between your daughter’s thighs, licking her pussy, while I’m rimming your ass from behind.”
“I don’t know,” she muttered — but I could see her beginning to weaken.
“She wants to go down on you, did you know that? She wants to fist you, just like she fisted me. She’ll probably want anal sex after a while, and who knows what else? Think about the things we can do, the pleasures we can explore!”
She frowned. “I’m not sure I could stand watching you having sex with my daughter.”
“I could watch you. I think watching you two make love would be a huge turn on for me. Like when I watched you masturbate, but ten times better. I’d be happy to let her call the shots, to say who does what to who.”
“To whom,” she said, correcting my grammar.
“Sorry.”
Finally, she smiled. “I’m going to have to think about this. Y’know, when I caught you making love to Ashley in the kitchen, I was outraged. I could have killed you.” She shrugged helplessly. “But then, later… it turned me on, thinking about the two of you. Then, when you showed me those pictures of her… I don’t know how it happened, but all of a sudden I was looking at Ashley in a new way. Realizing that I wanted her, too.” She was staring down at her hands, then glanced up at me. “I was still pretty pissed off at you, though.”
“Because you were surprised. There won’t be any surprises from now on.” I was talking as though it were a fait accompli. “No secrets, no frustrations and eventually, no hang-ups. We’ll be free to indulge ourselves any way we want.”
“Do you really think Ashley would go for this crazy idea?”
“I do… but don’t take my word for it. Just ask her. Let’s ask her together. Honestly, though, I can’t imagine her saying no.”
Ursula lay back, gazing up at the ceiling. “Go to bed, Misty. I need to think about this with a clear head.”
“So… you don’t want to fuck?”
She shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”
“…Do you hate me?”
Her eyes drifted my way. “Christ knows, I should. You’re a manipulative bitch with the moral ethics of a sewer rat… but somehow, I can’t help but like you, Misty. If I was a bit more of a cynic, I’d say that you remind me of myself.” She rolled onto her side, facing away from me. “Turn off the light when you go, please.”
Well, I’d made my play… now it was time to let Ursula absorb it and come to a decision. I got up, collected my clothes and went upstairs to my room.
That night, I lay awake, hoping that Ursula would realise that this situation was a no-brainer. On the other hand, she might decide I was bluffing. Which was the truth. I could never send her to jail — Ashley would be devastated, and Ursula’s life would be ruined.
I couldn’t sleep and was too wound up to masturbate even though, in my mind’s eye, I was visualising all the different ways that two adult women and a young girl could make love. I tried to list them — all the different positions and combinations of fingers, tongues and cunts that I could think of.
Once I’d exhausted that line of thought, I tried to imagine what arguments Ursula might come up with, what objections she could throw at me — and how best to overcome them. Finally, I managed to doze off.
*****
The following morning, while walking Ashley to school, I told her everything. I explained what I’d done, how I’d threatened her mother and then offered a solution that, I hoped, would make us all happy in the end.
“Omigod, I can’t believe you did that! Did Mum freak out? Is she gonna be mad me?”
“Well, it did come as quite a shock to her. At first, she was mad as a singed cat — but when she calmed down, I think she could see that my offer was reasonable. She wants you to be happy, and she knows how much you and I love each other, so I’m sure she’ll come round to letting us be together again.”
“Cool! But what about Mum, then? She still wants to fuck me too, I bet. How’s that gonna work?”
“I had two suggestions about that. First, that we take turns with you — I get you one night, Ursula gets you the next. But I think my second idea is better — the three of us make love together, all in the same bed.”
Her eyes lit up. “Me and you and Mum all at the same time? That sounds good… but kinda weird, too. I’d have to think about it. So, um… how would we fuck? Who does what to whom?” Ashley’s grammar was better than mine.
“Use your imagination. There’s all kinds of ways that three women can get down and dirty together. If you like, we’d let you be in charge of the sex, tell me and your mum what to do. You could have one of us eat your pussy while the other one licks your bumhole. And we could take lots of pictures.”
Just then, we arrived at Ashley’s school. “See you later,” I said, gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away, smiling to myself. Give her a few hours to think about it… then she’ll be into the idea.
*****
I picked her up after school and we hurried home, eager to set our scheme in motion. Just as I’d hoped, a day of pondering the matter during classes had brought Ashley around to my way of thinking. Now, all she could think about was getting the three of us naked and in bed together.
Home, Ashley wanted to start planning our strategy right away, but I insisted that she do her homework first. She huffed and pouted and swore by all things holy that, “I’ll do it before I go to bed, really I will!” I held firm, though — and she finally sighed, rolled her eyes and raced upstairs, textbooks in tow.
Twenty minutes later she emerged with a completed assignment, joining me in the drawing room. I’d made cocoa for us both, and she accepted a steaming mug with a smile, her earlier irritation gone.
We made ourselves comfy on the settee. “So how do we do this, Misty? What about if we fix a really nice dinner, then ask her if she wants to?”
“I don’t think we should ask,” I replied. “That’ll just give her time to think up reasons to say no. I say that we set a trap for her.”
Ashley furrowed her brow. “A trap?”
I smiled. “A sexy trap.”
She was all ears. “Oooohh… I like how that sounds!”
“I think that we should both be in your mum’s bed when she gets home. Naked, at least wearing something very skimpy. I want her to see your smiling face when she comes in, see you hold out your arms to her and ask her to make love to you. I don’t see how she could resist. I couldn’t!”
“Nope,” Ashley fired back, grinning hugely. “I’m irresistible!”
“That you are, my love. Still, we’ll need even more than that. You should be prepared to go to any extreme with your mum. All the things you and I did, no matter how wild.”
“Hmmm… like fisting? Would she want that?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure she would. Sex toys, too. She likes being fucked with her strap-on… or she might want to fuck you. Who knows? The idea is to break down her resistance in any way we can. Don’t worry, you just play it by ear. I’ll be there to help out.”
We went up to Ashley’s bedroom and I watched for the umpteenth time as she undressed. I longed to touch and caress her, but I’d made that promise to Ursula that I wouldn’t have sex with her daughter, and I had to honour that.
“What should I wear?” she asked.
I’d already given it some thought. “Just a plain cotton vest like the one you just took off, and white knickers. A pair of ankle socks would be a nice touch, too. I want you to have that innocent little girl look, to contrast with your wicked behaviour. Me, I’m gonna be naked.”
“This could be fun,” she remarked. Or a disaster, I thought.
In Ursula’s bedroom, we closed the curtains against the late setting sun and lit half a dozen candles. I put on some classical guitar music that I knew she liked, to help set the mood, then we arranged ourselves and waited.
I thought she might come home early, given the issues she needed to untangle, and I was right. “Hello!” she called, from downstairs. “Ashley? Misty? Where are you?”
“Up here, in your room,” Ashley called.
When Ursula entered, her smile instantly disappeared. She took in the scene: Ashley in her underwear, legs spread, and the au pair naked on a chair beside the bed. My parted thighs were an open invitation.
“You promised me that you wouldn’t have sex with her,” she said in an icy tone, steel in her gaze.
“She didn’t, Mummy!” Ashley protested. “We’re just waiting for you. Misty hasn’t touched me that way, not since you caught us in the kitchen.”
“True,” I affirmed. “I’ve been a good girl.”
“But I wanted her to,” Ashley continued, “I wanted her to make love to me just like you and I did, Mummy. I want you to love her like you love me, with me, all three of us together.” She was playing her part flawlessly. “I want to love you like I love Misty, and do all the things that Misty and I did. Please, Mummy, love me!”
She extended both arms invitingly, a woeful look on her angelic face.
“Oh, my God,” Ursula breathed. “I was going to talk to you both first, but… I simply can’t resist you, my darling, my sweet child. I have to have you right now!”
I felt like standing up and cheering. Once again, the power of Ashley’s sexuality had triumphed.
Ursula unzipped her skirt and, as it fell, fumbled impatiently with the tiny buttons on her silk blouse — finally giving up and simply ripping it open. I leaped from my chair and knelt down beside her to slide her knickers down. I could smell her animal lust already, and she’d only been in the room for a few seconds.
Ursula climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to Ashley, taking the girl into her arms and planting little kisses all over her face.
“I do love you, my darling,” she whispered. “I’ll always love you, more than anything in the world.”
“More than you love Misty?”
“I care very much for Misty, sweetheart… but what I have with her is sexual, not romantic.” That was fine by me. Anything more would’ve complicated matters beyond reason. “I love you as a daughter, and as a lover. I love your eyes, your cute little nose, your sweet lips. I love your beautiful body, I love those tiny nipples that will one day bloom into delicious little titties. I love your belly button and I love your tight little bum, but above all I love your hot little cunt. I’m going to kiss it, right now.”
“Let me kiss yours first, Mummy,” Ashley said. “I’ve wanted to since… since forever!”
Ursula caressed her child’s face. “Why didn’t you say so?”
Ashley grinned, like a girl who was being naughty and loving it. “Because I want Misty to watch us while I do it. That’ll make it extra naughty, don’t you think?”
Ursula’s defences, her hostility, her anger had faded like morning mist. She was completely under the spell of her daughter. So was I, for that matter.
Ashley raised herself up into a seated position, swaying slightly. “Lie on your back, Mum.”
Ursula did so, and Ashley crawled down the bed to lie between her legs, her face inches from the gates of heaven. With her fingertips, she spread her mum’s labia wide open and gazed at the pink landscape within. “Your cunt is beautiful, Mum,” she murmured. “So nice and pink and wet and big! It’s as lovely as Misty’s.” She looked up, making eye contact with Ursula, her face aglow, eyes bright. “Mum… won’t you please let Misty join us? We can both make you feel good…”
“Oh, fuck!” Ursula groaned, “how can I say no? Okay, Misty, do whatever the fuck you want with me. Now lick me, Ashley! Eat your mummy’s pussy!”
As Ashley lowered her head to her mother’s treasure, I lay down alongside Ursula and began to caress her breasts — squeezing, kneading, caressing them, running the palm of my hand across her erect nipples and pausing to pinch them between my fingers. I lowered my head and lightly bit one, then started sucking her.
No one could allow themselves to be taken in this way without coming, and Ursula was no exception. From the noises she made, it was clearly an orgasm of momentous intensity — probably loud enough to be heard down in the street. Her body bucked and twisted, her head twisted violently from side to side.
Finally, with a noisy release of breath, Ursula went limp and motionless, but for the up and down movement of her chest. Her face glistened with sweat.
Ashley raised her face, pausing to lick around her wet mouth, then flashed me a wicked grin. “Mummy loves it, she loves it!” she squealed. “Oh, wow, I can’t believe it, I just ate my mum’s pussy!”
“Did you like it?” I asked, already knowing what a daft question it was.
“It was awesome. Just like doing it to you.” She rose up to her knees and moved back. “C’mon, Misty, it’s your turn now. Get down here and make Mummy come again!”
I was hers to command. I took Ashley’s place and, just as Ursula was coming back down to earth, attacked her pussy. I used all my skills as a cunnilinguist — sucking her clit, licking circles around the entrance to her vagina, thrusting two fingers inside, probing deep to find her G-spot.
I was on my game in a big way. In less than a minute, she convulsed once more. Warm honey dripped from her pink folds, and I eagerly licked up every drop.
Ashley and I sat back up at the top of the bed to assess the damage. We’d certainly done a hell of a job on Ursula — her chest was flushed and heaving, hair pasted to her damp face. After a few moments she weakly propped herself up on one elbow and stared at us. I wrapped an arm round Ashley’s shoulders.
“Christ! I’ve never come like that before!” Reaching out to take her daughter’s hand, she pressed it firmly to her lips, then said, “You’ve bewitched me, my darling.”
“Misty helped.”
Ursula nodded. “Yes, she did. I was on the way to having the mother of all orgasms anyhow — but when you attacked my tits, Misty, I came like a fucking rocket.”
Then came the words I’d been waiting for.
“You had the right idea, Misty. I was being a selfish idiot. From now on, this is a three-way relationship, and we can all have sex together, whenever we want.”
“Yippee!” Ashley cried. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mummy.” She threw herself on Ursula, showering her with kisses. “We’re gonna be so happy!”
“Now I want to make you even happier, my darling daughter. Come and sit on my face.”
Ashley giggled with delight as she straddled her mother’s head, then lowered herself down to where an open mouth and an extended tongue awaited her. When Ursula began to lick, my little lover moaned, “I love you, Mummy… I love you.”
With Ursula’s lower half unattended, I took the opportunity to get down between her thighs and went to work on her cunt again. Her pussy was so hot that I could almost detect steam rising from it, spreading the sharp aroma of her through the room to mingle with Ashley’s scent — and mine. Before long, she came again, just seconds before Ashley climaxed in her face with a shriek.
After she’d recovered, Ursula sat up and gave me a weary smile. “I forgive you, Misty. I forgive you for falling in love with my daughter — after all, how could any sane woman resist her? I forgive you for having sex with her… in fact, I’m grateful that you taught her how to make love so well. Most of all, I forgive you for trying to blackmail me. I never really believed that you’d turn me in, you know.”
“You’re right,” I admitted, giving a sheepish shrug. “I could never have done that, done anything that would hurt Ashley — or you, for that matter. I’m a bit of a schemer, yeah, I’ll cop to that, but I’m not really a bad person.”
“No, you aren’t. You brought me and Ashley together, and made me the happiest mum in the world. How can we repay you?”
“I know!” Ashley cried excitedly. “I can lick her cunt! Let me do it, Mummy, let me make her come! I want you to watch us make love.”
“Oh, dear, we’ve been very neglectful — haven’t we, Misty? No one’s brought you off yet.” Ursula gave her daughter an indulgent smile. “Go ahead, darling. Do whatever you want. And once you’ve made her come, then it’s my turn.”
I thought my heart would burst with love. Ashley went completely wild on me, demonstrating everything that I’d taught her. All the while, her mother looked on, enjoying the live sex show. Within a couple of minutes, my orgasm rivaled Ursula’s.
Then as I lay there, panting for breath, I watched as Ursula gave her daughter a passionate kiss, sampling my pussy from Ashley’s lips and chin, then turned to me, an evil glint in her eyes. “Delicious,” she purred, “but I’d rather taste it straight from the pot.” She stretched herself out before me, then placed warm hands on my thighs. “Ready for another round, Misty? Not that it matters — you’re getting licked whether you’re ready or not.” And her tongue took a swipe at my womanly center.
Jesus sodding Christ, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Well, there are worse ways to die…
Drawing a deep breath while I still could, I gave myself up to pleasure.
*****
Months have gone by and Ashley’s innocence is slowly fading, replaced by the smoldering sexuality of a woman. Her hips have rounded, her titties swelled and her first period has arrived. She does keep her pussy cleanly shaved, so that when I look at her naked body, I can pretend to myself that she’s still a little girl. Our collection of photos now numbers in the thousands — in fact, many of the legal pictures can be found on the internet, getting seen around the world.
I’ve come a long way since those days of dossing on my friend’s sofa. Now I’m a model employee, keeping the house immaculate, cooking fantastic meals, doing the shopping, freeing Ursula from all her household chores so that she can concentrate on the incredible relationship she has with her daughter.
Oh, and I still help Ashley with her homework, sitting beside her with one arm round her shoulder, my fingertips on her breast, the other hand sliding slowly up her thigh until I reach my goal — at which point the homework gets abandoned, we tear each other’s clothes off and hasten to the bed. We often make so much noise while making love that Ursula hears, comes into the room and, smiling indulgently, watches us.
The End
