Summer Sickie

by Androgyne

After my tests and scans then my op I've been neglecting my writing but now I'm fine and I've got my home sorted to rights I've turned this story out. I suppose it's a sort of homage to the "mother/daughter" tales that JetBoy does so well. I hope you readers like it and that JetBoy sees the style resemblance in it.

Coffee's fine, the scent of roasting beans tempts the nose mightily, while a latte slides smoothly down the throat at lunch time. When I rise however, only tea does it for me. It has to be strong and sweet, in a mug not a dainty tea cup, and not sweetened with sugar!

I'm built like those road warning signs, "Dangerous Curves", short and voluptuous, but I want to remain voluptuous and not slide into a blob! I try to eat sensibly, exercise regularly, and use zero calorie sweeteners. Only a little over five feet, fair skin, my blonde hair cut ruthlessly short, at thirty eight I'm bloody sure I'm still an attractive package!

Leaning forward I inhale the steam from the mug, savouring the aroma, then slump back in my kitchen chair. The summer sun shines in through my kitchen windows, it's early, and things are quiet, no work today so no reason even to get dressed, a lazy and relaxing morning and afternoon stretch before me.

Something's niggling away in the back of my mind, and then I realise there's no signs or sounds of life from upstairs, my daughter's not up and about. It's way too early for her to head off to school, but Cassie's normally an early and easy riser, no need to drag her unwillingly out of bed. Once she hears me up and moving about she usually is out of bed and into the shower. I guess I'd better check and see if she's still asleep!

Standing up I stretch till my back creaks, I'm wearing a pair of Greg's old boxer shorts and a hip length robe, I tend to sleep naked, or almost naked, and have an unfortunate habit of wandering around my home the same way. There's only me and Cassie living here but you know tweenagers! "Oh mum suppose I'd brought someone home from school and you're walking around starker's"!

Ambling out of the kitchen and down the hall I stop at the foot of the stairs. Call up the flight to my girl.

"Cassie are you up yet?"

When you marry a guy who lectures at university, on Greco/Roman history, you finish up with a daughter who is christened Cassiopeia. Luckily it's easily shortened to Cassie, so she wasn't too embarrassed by her father and mother's name selection, when she got old enough to have friends who found her full name a bit of a mouthful. Not that dad's around now, hasn't been for quite a while,

Greg turned out to be a charmer and a decent father, but his penchant for doing his students outweighed his positive qualities. When it turned out he was fucking both his male and female students, and I found out, he got chucked out so fast his feet didn't touch the ground. I came home unexpectedly, from a business seminar, Cassie was staying with her auntie Beth, when I walked into our bedroom my jaw gaped wide.

In our bed was Greg, my husband, and two of his students, Maggie Sung and her brother Ryan, in a writhing knot of human bodies. I don't recall much of what I said but I did say it very loudly! The Sung brother and sister left in a rush, dragging on their clothes, Greg left not long after with a suitcase packed.

The divorce went through fast and smoothly, I wasn't shocked that Greg was having sex with his boys as well as his girls, God I've had plenty of sex with women! I'm pretty much exclusively lesbian nowadays, though technically I suppose I'm Bi, since I married and had a baby, but Greg lowered the boom on any thoughts of a relationship with a man ever again.

My trysts or liaisons with women are kept covert, I'm not ashamed of my sexuality, but I've not yet figured out on how to break things to Cassie. What do I do? Walk Jenny Forbes, my current bed partner, into Cassie's room, to tell her "Cassie your mum's gay and this is Jenny my lover".

Oh I know things are more open and accepted today but I don't want Cassie, at school, getting "Cassie's mum's a dyke" off some of her classmates. Life's hard enough for a kid at school today!

When I come back to myself I realise that there's been no sight or sound from Cassie, so I head up the stairs to her bedroom. Her door's slightly ajar so I rap on it then stick my head inside.

"Cassie, Cass love, are you awake?"

Her curtains are partly pulled across but a beam of sunlight lies right across her bed, my daughter is there, on top of her bedding, her face pushed onto a pillow. She's my daughter in so many ways, hair colour and complexion, the same blue eyes as mine; she's inherited her dad's height though! A couple of months short of her twelfth birthday and she's as tall as I am.

She's wearing an old tee shirt of mine with a Union Jack on the front, and the legend "Hottest Mum in Britain" printed across where my boobs would be, if I was wearing it. She's also got on a pair of briefs that she declared were too old and shabby to wear to school, though who or how anyone would know what underwear she'd have on baffled me when she said it.

She's grown up so fast in the last year; the increase in height has been accompanied by a roundness that echoes my own youth. Small but shapely breasts show under the thin cotton, and my eyes are drawn to the pronounced swell of her pudendum beneath the tight briefs. The tee shirt has ridden up to reveal her flat belly and lower ribs.

I wrench my eyes away and try to get my mind back on track, what kind of mother looks at her child and will obsess on her body?

"Cassie love are you all right?"

She turns her head to look at me, frowns, and then sort of slumps back onto her mattress.

"Oh mum I don't feel well! I'm so hot, and I'm a bit achy as well. I don't think I can go to school today."

Now Cassie has never had a problem with going to school, I've never had the arguments and shouting that some mothers have to get a kid out of the house. So I know Cassie's not messing me about. I put the back of my hand on her cheek, and then her forehead, to feel that she seems pretty hot to me.

"Hold on love while I fetch the fever scan."

The bathroom's right next to Cassie's room so it takes no time for me to pop in and back again to lay the band across her forehead.

"102.3 Cass, definitely a bit of a fever, fair enough, you take a day off on a sickie. School holidays start in three days so you won't be missing any lessons, you said it's just reading, playing games, and keeping out of the teachers' way till Friday."

My daughter shows no great joy at my words so I'm sure she's really under the weather.

"Let's make you comfy eh love! Sit in your chair and I'll change the bedding for you."

Her bed is sweaty and rumpled, so I gallop back to our bathroom, to return with fresh sheets and pillowcases from the linen cupboard, dump her duvet on the carpet, and strip the bed. Once clean linen's on the bed I chase my girl back onto it, substituting a light throw for the duvet.

"Just cover yourself up to the waist; I'll open your window wider for a little breeze, if there is one. Anything else you want love?"

"Could I have a cold drink mum? I'm still hot and my mouth and throat's dry."

"I'll bring you up a glass of cold apple juice Cass, then ring the school and tell them you won't be in today."

Miss Keegan, the school secretary, and a pretty attractive older lady who pique's my interest somewhat, is fully understanding about Cassie.

"Don't worry Louise, Cassie's got a fine attendance record, she's hardly ever off. Besides we're just running down for the summer holidays so she won't even be missing any lessons. Good lord! We send the kids home at noon on Friday and its Wednesday morning now. If she's okay send her in tomorrow or Friday, failing that it'll be next term."

Pottering around the house, dishes washed, living room tidied, rubbish outside and dumped in our wheelie bin, and it's barely turned ten. I let my maternal instincts drive me back upstairs to check on Cassie again.

"How do you feel love? Any better?"

"I'm still too hot mum, the drink was good but I wish I could get cool."

An idea perks in my head; we've got the stuff in the house so I can use it right away on her.

"I've an idea to cool you down love! Your grandma Marianne did it for me when I was young, I'll give you an alcohol rub. They say nowadays it's maybe not a good idea for kids but you're not that young, you're a big girl for nearly twelve. Get out of that tee shirt and those briefs and I'll be right back."

Back to that bathroom again, to the medicine cabinet, where I find the bottle of rubbing alcohol is still three parts full. When I get back to Cassie she's naked and face down on her sheet, I'm starting to wonder about myself again, and if I'm turning into an un-natural mother. Her pert little rump is as firm and as round as a peach and between her thighs I can catch a peek of the neat pinkness of her crease.

Jesus what's wrong with me now? I can feel my nipples have gone hard and I'm feeling a touch feverish myself. Okay get a grip Louise and treat your daughter's condition!

"This will feel really cold at first Cass, when I splash a little on. Are you ready?"

I pour a little into my cupped palm and commence up around Cassie's shoulders, spreading the raw spirit over her skin. She gives a small yelp then relaxes as the evaporating liquid cools her hot skin.

I work my way down, marvelling at the silky smoothness of young flesh, when I get to her buttocks I'm getting strange waves moving through me. Now I realise I'm having small but enjoyable cramps deep inside my pussy.

Am I loosing it? I can't, don't, want to take my cupped palms off my daughter's rear. With just a little pressure the cheeks of her rump part to grant me a glimpse of the tight, rosy, pucker, of her anus. My mouth's dry and I'm licking my lips, I realise now what the vague thoughts of these last few months have distilled down to, I'm feeling desire for my own lovely daughter.

Cassie wriggles a little under my hands and murmurs to me softly.

"Ummm that feels so good mum! Carry on please!"

Shaking myself to life I work down her slender thighs and slim calves right down to her elegant feet. Then comes the words that scare me even as I speak them.

"Roll over Cassie and let me do your front!"

As she does I can feel my cheeks flush, and to my discomfort, I realise the crotch of the boxer shorts are damp and sticky with my juices. Her breasts are just perfection, small, pear shaped, tipped with sharp pointed, pale pink, nipples. Letting my eyes drift down past her lovely navel I fix on the triangle of her thighs.

Her pudendum is proud and pronounced, large, and seemingly older than her body justifies, smooth and hairless the neat folds of her labia fascinate me, they seem just slightly damp or are my eyes and mind playing tricks on me? Then I can't put it off any longer so I tilt the bottle again and my hands are on my daughter's breasts. She shudders as the chill liquid spreads over her firm flesh.

I can feel the hard, rubbery, texture, of those nipples, as they harden further and swell against my fingers, and then I do something insanely risky and wild. Leaning forward, from where I'm perched on Cassie's bed, I kiss her soft mouth! To my amazed delight she doesn't flinch or draw back, she wriggles her hips and nestles into the crisp, white, sheets. I kiss her again, harder, the third kiss shatters my senses and my hands begin to roam over her naked body.

Her arms reach up, wrap around my neck, and drags my mouth down to hers as she returns my kiss with a passion of her own. Sliding my fingers up the soft skin of her thigh I reach the warmth between her legs. If I suspected dampness before I'm certain now, she's wet and slick at the centre of her body. One last chance to end this before I totally loose control; I gasp out my words.

"I shouldn't do this Cass, its wrong, shall I stop?"

Her reply isn't in words it's in deeds, her nimble fingers tug loose the tie of my robe, pushing it back over my shoulders, and then her hands are kneading my heavy breasts, twisting and tugging at my swollen nipples, till I gasp with pleasure. The entire peaks of my breasts are hard with the dark excitement of making wild love to my daughter. My pussy is leaking a steady flow of my creamy juices as I give Cassie what she clearly needs.

My mouth closes over the end of one breast, teasing the nipple with the tip of my tongue, nipping at her tender flesh with my teeth. Cassie writhes under me, as one hand caresses her other breast, while my free hand probes the folds of her taut labia.

"Don't stop! Oh don't stop! Oh mum please, more, more!"

She's completely wild and aroused, my mouth drifts down over her belly, and pauses above the jewel of her sex. Wet and slick, shining in the morning sun, her labia are plump and dark with the blood that's flooded them. I'm as out of control now as she is, as I slip my hands under her firm buttocks, and slightly raise her hips towards my mouth.

When my lips kiss and caress her pussy she howls out loud, her body shudders, and her hands cradle my head to guide it closer, as she spreads her thighs wide, to allow me closer access to her throbbing slit. The whole of her sex is in my mouth now, as I suck on her pussy, stabbing my stiffened tongue deep inside the hot depths of her vagina. I can sense the approach of her orgasm from the ripples of her flat belly and the cramping of her vaginal muscles on my tongue.

Her body arches and I clamp my hands on her narrow hips, while she explodes into a series of juddering cums, which wrack her body, as my lips and tongue work hard at keeping her mindlessly on a cloud of ecstasy. At last she can take no more, she wrenches my mouth from her sopping flesh to lie gasping on the stained sheet.

Do I feel ashamed of what I've just done? Do I feel regret for crossing a line we're not supposed to cross? One glance at Cassie's look of sated delight makes me say NO to all those thoughts. Her lazy smile at me just makes me ask her a two word question.

"Again Cass?"

Her reply excites me with its confidence and certainty!

"Oh yes please! Oh yessss!

It will be slower this time but I'll take her to the heights, my daughter, and now my lover, can have all my experience of rousing and satisfying a woman, even though she's legally a child.

Slipping my arms under her legs I drape them over my shoulders, settling my hands on her soft belly, and then my mouth is back on her wet flesh. Lapping at her, watching her face and its tremors of delight, as I draw the full width of my tongue across her super sensitive labia, I know what she must be experiencing. Every nerve ending must be sending her messages of wild intensity.

Now for even more heightened pleasure for her, with a thumb and finger I part her labia, to slip a finger deep inside her and tease her a while. Realising she's not as tight as I thought she might be, I find I can ease a second one in there, filling her nicely. Then as my tongue probes for her clit I start to thrust those fingers rhythmically in and out of her till she pushes her hips hard back at me.

I know she can't hold back much longer, and when I increase the force of my fingers, and the pace of my tongue, I realise this one will be massive. When she erupts into her second orgasm she floods my mouth with her spray of fluids, rocking, writhing, and clawing at her breasts, till it's as if she's having some kind of sexual fit! Peeling my mouth from her body, savouring the wonderful tang of her creamy juices, I take her into my arms, and cradle her through the after shocks of a magnificent, multiple orgasm.

I thought she'd be dazed or spent after what I've done, but I should have realised how fast kids can bounce back from lots of things. Illness is one but sex is clearly another, as I feel her hand working its way into those baggy boxer shorts I'm still wearing. My body stiffens as her fingers stroke my, by now soaked, labia.

"Oh Cassie!"

Her lips are close to my ear and her words come softly.

"Hush mum it's your turn now, I want to make it good for you, please, just relax and leave things to me."

She's so gentle as she eases me flat on the rumpled sheet and mattress; hooking her fingers into the waistband, she slides the soft cotton down my thighs to tug them off. Then with the suppleness of a cat she's lying across me, one hand cups a breast, tweaking my swollen nipple, her mouth closes over the other sucking hard on it.

I never breast fed Cassie when she was a baby, I couldn't, and I just had no milk to give her. So now, years later, my daughter's mouth is locked on my nipple, but not feeding, she's giving me the most incredible sensations as her tongue, lips, and fingers, manipulate the blood gorged teats!

"Oh Jesus Cassie! Oh yes, yes, yessss!"

Then I run out of words and just moan, as her hand frees my breast and moves between my thighs, burrowing past my outer labia, to thrust into my cramping vagina. My moans get louder, the bedroom window's open, but if people can hear me I don't give the proverbial fuck, because Cassie's dropped her mouth to my throbbing sex!

Her fingers are curved inside me, corkscrewing around, touching all the thousands of nerve endings within my flooded pussy. Her lips close around my swollen labia, sucking on them, pulling them taut then letting them snap back, each time she does I moan and writhe harder, heaving my hips up to meet her eager mouth. Then she stiffens her tongue, like a supple cock, pushing it deep into my quivering pinkness.

Faster and faster she's pumping her hand, and, floating on the edge of my climax, I can dimly hear the soft, sucking sound, of her mouth and fingers, working on my sopping flesh! Louder, to my own ears, are the wordless sounds I'm making in my peak of ecstasy.

Eruption! Explosion! She's taken me to the edge and now over the top into a massive orgasm. The huge pressure building up inside me has released in a bucking, screaming, sexual seizure. From between my parted thighs I squirt out a jet of my silky fluids, to soak Cassie's face, even while she works me harder, to sate me, and leave me lying shattered on the wet and rumpled bed.

I can't move, my legs are quivering and trembling on their own accord, my mind is blank, except for the dying flames of a series of thunderous cums, that have drained me. For how long though? Never, with a man or women, have I experienced the sort of abandoned sexual passion that I have, this morning, with my lovely daughter. Who now rests, snuggled against me, gently stroking my matted hair, and lightly kissing me.

How long it takes I've no idea, but at last I'm coherent again, and pose the question that her love making has raised.

"Who Cassie?"

Her smile now is not sensuous or excited; it's the cheeky, perky, smile I've been used to seeing on her for many years.

"What do you mean by "who" mum?"

"Cassie no way was that the first time you've done that, you made love before! You're a wonderful lover so who have you been doing it with?"

As I pose the question my voice is getting a tad shrill so I try hard to throttle down on my wildly fluctuating hormones. After all how often do you have blissful sex with your own daughter?

Again she gives me the cheeky grin and this time it's wider than ever!

"Well mum!"

Only she drags it out like "Weeeeellll mum!

"Well mum, Marie Gavin!"

That explains a lot doesn't it? Skinny and assured young Marie, Cassie's best friend. Tall, narrow faced, with a tumble of chestnut hair crowning her shapely head. She seems to spend as much time at our house as she does at home. I've heard the two of them giggling in Cass's bedroom umpteen times, so now I know what they were giggling about!

"And Pauline Todd, oh and Josie Cox! But Angie Cross was the first, it wasn't her fault mum, well not entirely anyway, you won't be mad at her will you mum?"

Fortunately Cassie can't see my jaw drop as she's listing her partners!

Angie Cross eh? Cassie's long time baby sitter, what is she now, fourteen or fifteen? I should have recognised that hungry look about her, I've noticed her looking at me with glances that had me wondering if I was imagining things, and scared myself with the thought that I was fancying my/Cassie's baby sitter.

"Mad at her Cassie? No way! You were just doing what comes naturally, I do it so how can I get mad at you and your friends for doing exactly the same thing?"

"Oh mum you are SO COOL! I wish I'd known; I'd have loved to have talked to you about it. I never knew you liked ladies like I like girls!"

I can't help a giggle at this statement.

"Well Cassie it turns out I like girls, you for certain, and you like ladies, me for sure, and we can talk about things all you like now we both know what we like and want."

Even while I'm talking to her I can feel something deep inside me starting to come to life again; like a washing machine starting go into full wash cycle. Jesus I can't recall the last time I was just so horny, and with Cassie no less! Trailing my fingers down her neck and onto her firm little breasts I make her my best offer.

"Cassie! I'm not used to saying this to my daughter but do you want to try something different this time?"

I'm not disappointed when she replies am I?

"Oh wow yes mum!"

"Then this time leave everything to me!"

Taking hold of her smooth thighs I part them, while easing her back onto the mattress, looking down at her wet and perfect labia, my appetite, already rising, goes into overdrive. Looming over her, braced on the palms of my hands, I lower my own, hot, pussy, onto hers. Then I start rubbing my labia, slowly at first, against hers. Her hands curve around my plump buttocks, pulling the core of our bodies together, as her eyes close her lips pull back in a smile of pure bliss.

Faster now, I'm humping her faster and harder, God if I had a cock I'd be fucking her like a maniac. Cassie's groaning and my pussy's on fire, gasping for breath, feeling my daughter's silky flesh rippling under me, I loose it completely. Locking my hands on her hips I pound my sex onto hers. Our mingled juices lubricate us as Cassie pushes up against me, then she screams out loud with release as she orgasms.

I'm not there yet so I ride my shuddering daughter just a little longer, till my clit brushes hers, and I'm off in a world of heat, wetness, and electric waves blasting through me. Until I can't take any more searing sensations than Cassie can and I slump over her supine body.

We just lay there, sucking in great gulps of air, panting like we've run a bloody marathon, though no sports event was ever as wild and satisfying as our morning's been today.

Just a little later we're together on her bed, side by side, both sheened with perspiration, basking in the afterglow. Finally my mind takes over my body that's been run for some time now by my clitoris.

"Cassie love how are you feeling now?"

She stretches luxuriously, like a young cat, before considering her words.

"Mmm I feel so much better now mum, I don't feel all hot and achy anymore."

Then I'm giggling like a schoolgirl myself and Cassie's giving me the "Oh God mum's loosing her mind" stare.

"What's so funny mum?"

"I changed your sheets because yours were sweaty and crumpled after your bad night; now look at the "clean ones" I put on earlier!"

We're both giggling now as those crisp, cotton sheets, are pretty well splattered with cum stains and sweat, not to mention being creased and concertina'd into damp folds. There and then I make up my mind about the next few days.

"Cassie I don't think you're going to be well enough to go back to school tomorrow, and I don't see the point of you going in for half a day on Friday do you? In fact suppose I ring work and call in a sickie for myself till Monday?"

She takes in the grin that's painted on my lips and agrees right off. But her own grin's right there too.

"Ooohh yeah that would be great mum! You won't be bored though looking after me for a few days will you? Oh and next time Marie Gavin comes here do you think she should get to know you a LOT better than she does now?"

Damn she's my daughter all right!

"Well Cassie we'll have to be careful, but if you introduce me to Marie "properly" then I think you two girls should meet a really close friend of mine, Jenny Forbes, I'm certain we'll all get on like a house on fire!"