Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Abigail's Secret Pt 5

After I'd finished in the upstairs bathroom I'd poked about upstairs. It wasn't a very admirable thing to do but I was drunk and I was curious and I could hear mother and daughter talking together in the lounge. The other four doors off the landing were all closed but I opened them as quietly as I could and poked my head into each room.

The first was hardly big enough to warrant the description "bedroom" and was clearly being used as a study, with bookcases and a desk under the window. The second door was just a cupboard, containing the hot water tank and shelves of towels and bedding. The third was a double bedroom, but it had a deserted feel and the bed wasn't made up. Which left the fourth door.

This opened onto another double bedroom at the front of the house and was presumably Abigail's room. There was a queen-sized bed and wardrobes and a dressing table and the decoration and bed linen were conspicuously feminine. The head of the bed was flanked by matching bedside cabinets and there was a book on each one. I could see the title of the nearest - Portnoy's Complaint, by Philip Roth.

I was puzzled. Did Abigail and her daughter sleep together? Why would they do that when there was another double room? But they must be sharing that bed because I knew she hadn't read, and wasn't currently reading, Portnoy's Complaint. In the early afternoon I walked back to Abigail's house to retrieve my car. Freya's sportscar was absent, which I was quite glad about, but Abigail's hatchback was there and she answered the door and gave me a huge smile and asked me in. In the hall we came together and kissed properly, arms around each other, my hands stroking her back and cupping her bum cheeks, hers massaging my shoulders and pressing her nails lightly into my deltoids, our mouths fastened together, eyes closed, tongues entwined. She was wearing tight-fitting jeans and I slid my hands into her back pockets and squeezed her buttocks.

After a long time we broke for air and she led me into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

'How are you feeling today? We did have rather a lot to drink. Did you get home alright?'

'I'm ok,' I replied, sitting down at the little kitchen table while Abigail made tea and, putting a mug down in front of me, sat down opposite.

'Your daughter's quite an interesting person,' I began. 'Quite... assertive. I was a bit surprised.'

'Yes,' said Abigail, slowly, 'her father and I gave her a rather free reign as she was growing up. Probably to compensate for the problems in our marriage. As a result she's rather... well, spoilt, I suppose. I hope she wasn't rude to you.' 'No, no, not at all. But I was a bit surprised at the way she spoke to you.'

Abigail said nothing and we sipped our tea in an awkward silence while I made up my mind.

'Why do you and your daughter sleep in the same bed?' I said, at length. I don't mean to pry but I used the upstairs toilet last night and I got the wrong door and... well, it's obvious there are two people sleeping in the front bedroom.' Abigail went white and I felt my stomach lurch. What was going on?

She wiped a hand across her forehead and steadied herself by breathing deeply and slowly.

'What's the matter?' I asked, deeply concerned.

deeply. Then she looked up at

need to talk to you,

I said, now

said, quietly. 'Can

a grassy track that led to a bracken-covered hill in the distance. I said nothing, waiting for Abigail to get whatever it was off her chest. I was expecting a conversation about the difficulty of bringing

for my behaviour, but I was in a very dark place at that time. I'd been rejected by a man whom I still loved very much and who had walked out on us with barely a word. My parents were both dead and I was struggling

Then one evening she kissed me and... Oh God, Tom, I didn't push her away. I needed some love, some reassurance. After that we kissed a lot and then she started stroking me and touching me and I was appalled and I loved it at the same time.' Abigail started weeping and I put my arm around her and drew her close and she cried into my

Saturday afternoon we went all the way. Freya took me to bed and made love to me and it felt so wrong and so

together?' I asked, quietly. It was

'Yes,' she whispered.

still enjoying it?' I asked,

'Oh yes! It's wonderful!'

a shard of jealousy

'Nothing could

and she wept again and held

we go now?' I asked when she'd stopped crying and

you really love me, Tom?' she asked,

'Yes.'

sorry for me because I'm so fucked up?'

real thing, as far as I

she said, wiping her eyes with a hand

incestuous sex seeming temporarily irrelevant. 'What would Freya say if you

'There's more,' said Abigail.

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