Helena pulled away and seductively eyed me as she reached down to remove her pants. She slid them down, bending over, and threw them to the side. When she raised up, she stroked her hand between her legs.

“Oh, God, this reminds me of the erotic dream I had about you last night,” I said, removing my robe.

“What did you dream? Tell me,” Helena breathed, as she offered her moisture laden hand to my mouth. “Cream?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I said, taking her hand by the wrist and opening my mouth to insert her fingers. I licked lovingly before dropping to my knees in front of her.

Helena spread her legs and I massaged her thighs tenderly, my mouth hovering before her mound in anticipation. In moments, her opening began to seep and trickle the evidence of her arousal. My tongue lapped it up along her inner thigh. I placed my mouth on her sensitive flesh and flicked my tongue against her clit.

I leaned back, easing my back onto the floor. My right hand clasped Helena’s left, gently pulling her.

“Sit on my face,” I requested, my head resting against the tile.

Without speaking, Helena squatted over me and her wetness dripped out onto my outstretched tongue. I grabbed her ass to steady her and began to nibble and suck and gnaw. She rocked her behind back and forth against my hands as my tongue sought out her opening.

“Oh, fuck, Bette!”

I thrust my tongue into her repeatedly, alternately licking her engorged flesh. My clit pulsated as I watched Helena massage her nipples with her thumbs. Then she climbed off of me, rolling onto the floor on her back.

She grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs.

“Finish me off with your fingers,” she begged.

I rolled over and began to stroke firmly and rapidly. I loved watching and listening to her, as she approached climax, breathing erratically, moaning and grunting, thrusting her upper body off the floor. She collapsed and reached out her arms for me.

“Kiss me, Bette. Kiss me,” she breathed out.

I leaned down and stretched out next to her as we kissed.

When I pulled away, Helena gently stroked my face. She smiled. “How were your berries and cream?”

“Breakfast of champions,” I grinned.

We lay together on the cool tile floor kissing.

The phone began to ring.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

“Just let it ring. It’s probably Mummy calling back. She called this morning and wants to come for dinner tonight before she leaves for New York tomorrow. Is that alright with you, Darling?” Helena asked. “She had to take another call earlier and is probably phoning back to confirm.”

The phone continued to ring as I answered, “Of course.”

We heard the answering machine engage.

Peggy’s voice followed. “Helena, dear, it’s time for you and Bette to come up for air. Pick up, please.”

I looked at Helena, startled.

“How does your mother know everything?”