Emma Ch. 12

XII

"Are you staying with Mum again tonight?" Maisie asked Emma while they watched two of the cast of St. Denis Road making love.

Maisie had become rather accustomed to seeing such sex scenes and Emma didn't really feel at all embarrassed to be with her as the couple carried on in their enthusiastic way. But she did get a little embarrassed by Maisie's question. "Why yes, of course," she answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason!" Maisie replied. "Oh look at Melissa! You can see she's often done this before!" And indeed you could as she took the man's penis with a practised air and aimed the come directly into her mouth.

At the end of the day, after congratulating Melissa on her performance and scheduling her "official" episode for the following day, Emma again waited for Maisie to be ready for the drive home. Maisie was chatting with Melissa who was giving details of how she and her lover had practised for this scene. Eventually they headed for the car and put on their seat‑belts. Maisie had stopped wearing clothes at all: at home, at work or even in the car. This had caused comment from others at the station about Emma's influence on the girl, despite it being entirely Maisie's choice.

Dorothy didn't wear many clothes either these days, but she couldn't really be called a naturist. She generally wore a dressing gown and was eager to hide her nakedness from Maisie. But there was very little hesitation about taking her clothes off when the two women went to bed. Emma carefully avoided being rough with Dorothy. She reserved a certain kind of respect for Maisie's mother and felt there would be something distasteful about treating her quite as passionately as she would Charlotte or Susan. In fact, Emma was aware, she didn't really make love to Dorothy with anything like the passion she would with most other women. Why then did she still stay with Dorothy and Maisie so often?

Dorothy didn't bother to hide her affection to Emma from Maisie. As soon as Emma and Maisie made their way from the garage to the house, she would kiss Maisie tenderly on the cheek and Emma for a few moments longer deep inside the mouth. While sitting together with Maisie in the living room, watching television or having dinner, Dorothy would squeeze Emma's hand, put her arms around her shoulder and occasionally lean over and kiss her.

Dorothy and Emma chatted with Maisie about work and Melissa's exciting day. "She's ever so good at it," Maisie said. "A lot better than Nancy."

"Nancy?" wondered Dorothy.

"She plays Maisie's "mother" on the show," explained Emma. "One of the running jokes in the series is that Maisie keeps catching her "mother" making love to milkmen, neighbours or her "father". Because of that Maisie's got rather used to seeing Nancy making love on the set."

"And what's Nancy like?" wondered Dorothy.

"As an actress? Or in the sex scenes? Well, she's good as a comic actress. She used to be in the theatre before sex television. She was quite used to being in trousers down and breasts out comedies. She's improving her sex scenes, but it's not really that important how well she performs every time. We can always edit the scenes if we have to."

"Why don't you always do that?"

"We're obliged by the terms of our charter to provide a high percentage of authenticity in the sex scenes."

"And so my daughter sees rather a lot of sex at work, does she?"

"I'm afraid so."

When Maisie had left and the first thumps of her audio system could be heard, Dorothy leaned over to Emma and rather forcefully pushed her tongue straight into her mouth. Emma was taken aback a little, but soon reciprocated and the two women began caressing each other. Dorothy's dressing gown slipped off and the two of them were naked. Emma detached her tongue from Dorothy's mouth and whispered in her ear. "Shouldn't we go to the bedroom?" she asked.

Dorothy didn't answer and instead became noticeably more amorous. Perhaps she likes the novelty value of making love in the living room with the television burbling on, thought Emma, who herself rather liked the change of scene. It wasn't too long till all consideration of such niceties were forgotten as the two struggled together, groin rubbing against groin. For the first time, Emma inserted her middle finger all the way up Dorothy's anus and was somewhat startled by the passion of her response. "Oh God!" Dorothy gasped. "I love you! God! Deeper! Deeper!"

It was at that moment that Emma caught a glimpse of another figure in the living room. It was Maisie, sitting calmly on the settee watching Emma and her mother make love. Emma abruptly stopped and whispered urgently to Dorothy: "Maisie's here! And she's watching!"

Dorothy looked up from Emma's breasts where she had been biting at her nipples. "So what!" she said before returning with more vigour.

As Emma leaned back while Dorothy's finger started easing into her own anus, she looked questioningly at her lover. She could just about mouth the word "daughter". Dorothy responded by pulling her face directly up to Emma's and pinching her clitoris firmly. "If she sees sex every day at work," she whispered, "what difference does it make if she sees it at home?"

Emma couldn't argue with that and indeed the thought of Maisie watching their lovemaking rather added more excitement to the proceedings. She enjoyed catching sight of Maisie from the corner of her eyes as Dorothy prised open her vagina and pushed as much of her tongue and some of her fingers as deep inside her as she could. She looked at Maisie's pretty figure as she reciprocated by swivelling round to put her mouth and fingers dangerously deeply into her mother's slightly shit‑smelling backside. She hoped Maisie didn't spot her as she detached a piece of dried shit where it had got caught in her teeth.

Maisie was still there when Emma and Dorothy had finished . "You're still not as good as Melissa," she commented matter‑of‑factly.

"Don't be so rude to Emma," laughed Dorothy.

Emma blushed. "It really doesn't matter," she said, but at the same time feeling curiously snubbed.

Later, when Dorothy and Emma were in bed together and Dorothy had failed to interest her lover in making love, she commented: "You don't fool me, you know."

"Fool you?" started Emma suddenly feeling guilty.

"Yes, you know, ‑ about my daughter ..."

"I don't know what you mean..."

"It's not me you're in love with at all. It's not because of me you come here so often and share my bed. It's Maisie!"

"Maisie!?"

Dorothy sniffed with a mixture of contempt and sympathy. "You don't have to pretend. I do know. It's Maisie you're in love with!"

Now that Dorothy had made it obvious what her real feelings were, Emma felt curiously disoriented. She now understood why she was so obsessed with Maisie. She could see what she'd been hiding from herself and what had been making her so unhappy.

At first Emma felt very guilty at being discovered by Dorothy. This made her cry, and she clung tightly to Dorothy who was surprised at the depth of Emma's response. She'd probably not realised that Emma hadn't let herself recognise her love for Maisie. A few days later though, Emma felt relieved that it was in the open at last. She didn't have to pretend to herself. And she didn't have to pretend to Dorothy. But, and this dampened her relief, she did have to continue to pretend to Maisie.

"What can I do?" she confided to Dorothy. "I see her every day when she's on the set. I can't suddenly stop seeing her, and pretend she's not there. And am I to stop coming here where I see her all the time? What can I do?"

"You do love Maisie," commented Dorothy. "And sincerely." She pulled the younger woman towards her front and held her tightly to her breasts while Emma wept in self‑pity and held back the occasional choke.

When Emma left the following morning to drive back to her flat, Dorothy was particularly insistent that she should visit again. "You mustn't make your feelings for my daughter blight your life," she insisted. "In fact, I'll have a word with her."

"What good would that do?" sobbed Emma as the garage door opened and she drove off.

The next time that Emma came to stay with Dorothy was again after a day in the studio where she'd been polite with Maisie but tried not to look directly at her. She mustn't torture herself. She had to let her feelings gradually die. Maisie however seemed peculiarly jolly and made many strange comments about the other cast. She particularly made a point of watching this episode's sex scene which continued Melissa's affair with her "next‑door neighbour" and was followed by a scene in which her "boyfriend" (who in fact had already had sex with the "next‑door neighbour" in real life) discovered the two together and had to appear rather distressed.

"Melissa's really enjoying these sex scenes," commented Maisie. "She much prefers it to all those swimming pool, bathroom and bathing bed scenes." This sounded odd to Emma who knew that Maisie had her fair share of exactly those kinds of scenes. In fact, the only times she wore clothes (except when she went to school) were those scenes where she was not required to be naked. In those scenes, Maisie seemed almost a different girl but no less seductive.

When Emma and Maisie arrived at Dorothy's home, she noticed a curious air of anticipation about Maisie. An air she'd sensed on the journey back where Maisie spoke relatively little and often looked at her. What could Dorothy have told her daughter? Surely she wouldn't have told the truth?

Dorothy smiled and hugged Emma. "I'm so glad you decided to come," she said. "I was frightened you'd never come again. And Maisie's pretty glad too."

"Why Maisie?"

Dorothy put her arms around Maisie's shoulders and pulled her towards her dressing‑gowned body. "Well we spoke didn't we, Maisie?"

"Yes," said her daughter with none of the older women's caution. "Mummy told me that you've got a crush on me. She said that you want to have sex with me."

"She did!" gasped Emma in alarm.

"Well, Maisie asked some pretty direct questions..."

"And I said to Mummy that I don't mind. After all Katie's done it enough times."

Katie was another girl on the set, a little older than Maisie. But what was Maisie saying? "What don't you mind ...?" Emma asked hardly daring to guess.

"You know, silly," laughed Maisie. "Mum says she'll help."

"Help what?"

Dorothy interceded. "Help you make love with my daughter, of course! She's not done it before, but she's very keen on the idea. She said she thought you might, as she calls it, fancy her, but she didn't know if you'd ever ask. Apparently, she's been wanting you to ask her from whenever she first met you."

"You're quite nice," Maisie admitted. "And you look really nice too. And you're not going to stick a willy in me like the men do. Katie says it sometimes hurts really bad and it's better with girls."

And so it was with trepidation that Emma made love to Maisie. Her mother held her head and shoulders in her lap and stroked her hair while Emma explored Maisie's body with her tongue and fingers and encouraged Maisie to reciprocate. At first, both of them were very awkward. Emma was in awe of Maisie's beautiful body. Her heart thumped like a steam‑hammer and her cheeks burned like toasters. Maisie meanwhile watched Emma with intense concentration, no doubt wondering what pleasure was supposed to be given.

After a while, Dorothy moved away and sat discreetly on a chair. She occasionally nodded and smiled encouragement at her daughter who was gradually getting more used to what she was be doing and feeling. Maisie crawled down Emma's body and explored her vagina with her tongue and fingers. She opened up the labia and peered right in. "It's bigger than mine," she commented, as she put her fingers right in. "And it's very sticky!" Emma gasped as she swivelled round so that she could stimulate Maisie's vagina. The difference in size required Emma to bend over in a very unnatural manner to insert her tongue there, while most of the work came from her fingers as they exercised Maisie's clitoris.

"Ooh! That feels funny," she giggled. "And you give out ever such a funny smell. And you've got a funny thing like a little boy's willy."

"You've got one too," commented Dorothy.

"But it's not like this!" Maisie exclaimed. "And there's lots of folds here and lots of hair. Oooh! It keeps getting in my teeth! And what are you doing to my bottom? That feels really funny! I think it's nicer at the front. There's much more space!"

Emma's and Maisie's lovemaking session was very different from what both had expected. Maisie had expected the world to explode like fireworks and that she'd gasp and make noises just like the other girls did on the set of St Denis Road. Emma hadn't really considered how much difference youth made on sexual awareness and sexual attitudes. Maisie had no concept of homosexuality, perversion or sexual morality. Her only criteria were comfort and pleasure. She thought the smells were funny and that Emma sweated too much. Maisie found Emma's breasts spectacularly large and her nipples enormous. Emma found she had to be much more careful and considerate with Maisie's vagina than she'd ever been with one before. It was as delicate as a new flower and resisted penetration by even Emma's tidily manicured fingers to an extent she'd never imagined.

At the end of it, Maisie felt slightly disappointed and Emma felt that she had somehow passed through an emotional stage in her love‑life that perhaps most lovers go through long before they had had as many sexual encounters as she'd had. Maisie complained that she hurt in certain places, particularly her bottom, and was covered in saliva from Emma's tongue.

"Don't worry, dearest," her mother reassured her. "The first time is always a bit funny."

"Does it get better?" Maisie wondered.

Dorothy looked meaningfully at Emma who surrounded her daughter lovingly in her arms and was filled with peculiar and conflicting thoughts. "That depends on the next time, doesn't it?"

Maisie was jolly pleased that she had a girlfriend now. Especially one as important as Emma. Even Katie didn't have a girlfriend although she was always making love with different people on the cast. It was much nicer to just have the one girlfriend and not lots of different ones even if you still sometimes felt just a little sore when you went to the toilet.

When she was at the Harlot TV studio, she would stay as close to Emma as possible, often holding her hand and sometimes kissing her on the face or other places which she thought of as special places. Emma didn't seem to mind the hand‑holding, but she didn't like the more intimate stuff. "You shouldn't do that at work," she commented.

"Why not? Melissa does all the time. She's always fucking people even when she's not being filmed!"

"Well, don't! Some people don't like to see it!"

"Oh! You're such a Silly!" Maisie exclaimed, pointedly kissing Emma's clitoris in the way that Emma usually liked so much. She liked to tell Katie and the other children on her cast about what she did with Emma at home. What was especially nice was the way they would tell her more about the things they did. It was like joining a new club where the membership fee was to have done it with someone.

"I think Emma's really pretty!" said Melissa. "I'd love to fuck her!"

"What about your mum?" asked Katie. "Does she join in?"

"Not really!" admitted Maisie. "She does it with Emma but not with me. But she kisses me a lot when she's done it with Emma and she makes such a lot of noise. It's funny how much noise Mum makes. It's ever so much more than Emma! And she smells funny too."

The next time Emma and she were making love together she looked at her mother who was fingering herself in the front like she often did. "Why don't you join in, Mum?" she asked.

Her mother nodded. She sometimes did do, but only to kiss, fondle or stroke Emma. She crawled onto the bed beside Emma and Maisie and kissed Emma on the mouth while Maisie's tongue nibbled appreciatively at Emma's clitoris. Then Maisie lifted herself off Emma and examined her Mother's vagina. It was quite different to Emma's, she could see. It looked a bit older with a few greying and coarse hairs and the pubic hair was somehow less bouncy. She was pleased to hear her Mother make groaning noises. Maisie disengaged one of her hands from underneath Emma who was, in any case, enrapt in locating her mother's anus and sticking her finger up it. She watched as Emma put her finger into the back where little dark brown bits stuck to the hairs at the back.

Suddenly Emma and her mother pushed themselves apart and Maisie to one side. "Maisie! What are you doing?" gasped her Mother. "What on earth are you doing!"

"I'm just watching, Mum," said Maisie. Katie told her that her mother always liked doing it. Why should her own mother be different? Maisie's mother simply looked a bit aghast.

"But you shouldn't," Emma tried to explain.

"Why not?" asked Maisie who felt she'd done something very naughty and didn't like being told off for it.

On this occasion both Emma and Maisie's mother were adamant that Maisie shouldn't watch so closely, and indeed the whole of the rest of the evening was spoilt. Maisie started crying and retreated to her room leaving the other two looking both guilty and upset. She lay in bed, naked as always, sobbing into her pillow. "What did I do wrong?" she asked herself.

A little later, Emma came up to her room but she didn't come into the bed with her as she usually did. She sat by Maisie holding the sobbing girl's head to her breast and comforted her. "Your mother just doesn't want you to watch her," she tried to explain.

"But I wanted to!" sniffed Maisie. "Why can't I?"

Emma smiled grimly. "Anyway, Your mother says she doesn't want to watch us together any more. She says it's not right. So we'll just have to make love together in your room."

"But Mum's bed's a lot bigger and more comfortable."

"Well, perhaps we can use your mother's bed. But not with her there."

After this occasion, Maisie noticed quite a different atmosphere at home. Emma made love with her less often and more often with her mother. Maisie felt she was being punished for something she'd not done, and she believed that Emma felt the same way. Emma was actually even more affectionate with Maisie than before, but seemed obliged to spend more time with her mother. Maisie was sure that it was she rather than her mother that Emma loved the most, but that Emma had to please her mother to be allowed to sleep with her at all. Maisie had the idea that in some peculiar way, Emma was paying her mother sex to have sex with her. What a funny way to pay!

She mentioned this to Emma when they next made love together. "It's like you have to make love to my Mum two or three times for every time you make love to me. Why don't you make love with me more often?"

Emma looked startled at Maisie's observations, as if she'd been found guilty of theft. "Well, no, it's not really that I'm paying your mother to sleep with you," she said in a way that to Maisie's experienced ears sounded like a lie. "But she says I've got to spend more time with her."

"But if you didn't do it with Mum, would Mum let you do it with me?"

Emma didn't answer, but bit her lip. There was an uncomfortable pause before Emma changed the conversation. Nonetheless, Maisie thought that Emma was somehow upset about what she'd said.