Panic!
Somewhere inside there's panic; it's trying to get out but there's a tongue still lathering my arse that's got my attention right now and the orgasm that it's giving me is overwhelming any kind of argument that my normal self might be trying to put forward. Nobody has ever even played with my arse before, and for the dozenth time in the last two days I've discovered another layer of pleasure that I had previously denied myself. God it's so good - dirty, naughty, horny, good; wicked-to-the-bone good.
Her fingers and short nails dig into the curves of my butt cheeks and Matsui takes a break from her rimming to bite each side - a nibble, another harder bite, and another; her nails scrape down the back of my thighs sending shivers up and down the length of my body. My legs feel momentarily weak and I worry that they might stop holding me up, but her hands return to a more supporting role as she rises, biting at my spine as she does, making her way to each side of my neck.
"Did you like that? Do you like my tongue in your arse?"
Her questions are interrupted by the ring from my cell phone which is on the table a few metres behind me. As my wonderful Asiatic lover hears it, she stops her biting and fondling, pulling my skirt back down to cover the scene of her recent conquest.
"You'd better get that ... it might be one of your daughters."
Now the panic starts to make its dreaded way through to the forefront of my mind. There's no time to explain what I'd just witnessed and anyway, I had shelved that in itself for later evaluation... down-prioritised by a brain that had only recently become a full member of the hedonists' clique. As I staggered back to where my purse lay on the patio table, I was trying desperately to pull myself together enough to compose answers for whom I just knew had to be calling.
"Hello?"
"Mum? It's Kira. Where are you mum? Were you spying on me? What's going on? What did you see?"
My mind is reeling and I feel too confused to answer the rapid fire questions. She starts again.
"Mum - are you there mum? What are you doing on the roof? Is that the penthouse suite? I need to talk to you, Mum."
There's a slight pause, still not enough time for me to formulate a reply.
"We're coming over, Mum... I want an explanation!" The phone link is cut and I try desperately to work out some order to my thoughts.
"Matsui, help... it's my eldest..." I flutter my hand vaguely in the direction of the railing.
"We've been watching my eldest daughter, and she saw me. She's on her way over. Oh my god! What am I going to say?"
"Did it turn you on? Because if the answer is yes, then maybe you should explain that to her. Is it still turning you on? Even after you realised that it was her and her girlfriend?"
I can't get my head round her questions either; she wasn't saying anything that I might have expected her to say. But they sank in. My pussy was swimming with cum and it hadn't even been touched. I thought quickly. Yes! I was still turned on with the unexpected pleasure of my voyeuristic act. My god, what was I becoming? Getting turned on watching my daughter make out - someone to whom I had given birth and suckled at my breast. I had to clench my thighs together as the realisation of a different me produces yet further stimulation to once more threaten my balance. I lean heavily on the table; as I do, Matsui is behind me and her arms enclose me. Her voice is reassuring as she first kisses and then speaks into my ear.
"We can play this anyway that you want. Do you think that she could see what I was doing to you? If we're going to hide the truth from her, then we'd better get our stories straight."
"I've never lied to her... I'm so scared about starting now. She asked me if I was spying on her. We've got no time to make up a story; she's only going to take a minute to get dressed before she'll be here. Christ, I need more time! This is a serious head-fuck."
She takes my hand and turns me to face her.
"I love you and want to learn to love your family as well. I am here to support you in any way that I can. Let's go inside and try to calm ourselves just a little before she gets here."
Back inside she makes her way to the bar. "A little something to calm your nerves? A scotch?"
"Vodka please... is there any juice?"
"Of course, there's some of everything laid on here."
She delivers a tall glass, even puts ice in it. She taps hers to mine and raises it to her lips.
"Salut!"