Beware of what you borrow…. It might get you into bother

This is a fantasy, suggested by a friend, who sent me the most delicious photo I have ever seen, as inspiration for it….

Collette and Janine have been friends since university, both are in their mid forties. They have gone their separate ways but always kept in touch. Janine had her family early and her daughter Jane is in her mid twenties.
Jane is a very assertive young woman, she is bi-sexual – not that her mother knows this. She has a strong libido and is very clear about what does and what doesn’t turn her on. Janine would say that her daughter has a tendency to be bossy. Jane would probably agree.

Collette has a successful career in a man’s world. In her view there are two types of women in her field – those who dress to please themselves and those who dress to please men. She’s in the former camp- her clothes are very chic but not sexy – functional and comfortable. Not that she’s a prude, its just that she has never seen the benefit in low cut, flimsy, lacy things – whether its undies or top layers. Of course she assumes that everyone else is like her – if there are sober clothes on top then what’s worn underneath will be sensible and not frivolous.

She has come to stay with Janine for a long weekend – they are still good friends but have never exchanged intimate secrets, neither knows for example that they share a fascination with bi-sexuality and that both of them would jump at the chance to experiment with sex as their current sexual relationships are a bit vanilla – fills them up but there is no spark.

Over breakfast, a comfortable meal with just the two of them, still in towelling robes, Collette tells Janine that she’ll need to do some shopping as she’s forgotten to pack enough underwear for her stay.
Janine says, “You and Jane are about the same size, she always buying underwear and will have some new stuff in her room, she won’t mind if you borrow something.”
“Shouldn’t I ask her first?” Collette says. “I don’t want to wind her up, if I’m honest I find Jane a bit intimidating, she is so confident.”
Janine smiles, “No more than we were at her age, go on, she won’t bite, I don’t expect her back for ages anyway.”

So after breakfast Collette has a shower and wrapped in a towel goes into Jane’s bedroom and sits at the dressing table where the underwear is kept. She takes out a couple of bras and some knickers. She really surprised, as these are beautifully designed, but very flimsy – made of lace and transparent fabrics, and she asks herself, “Jane wears these beneath business suits and jeans? She must do there are no ordinary cotton knickers here.” She chuckles to herself, remember when Janine and her were at university, how they used to call the knickers, she now wore, ‘ passion killers’.

She puts a pair of knickers to her cheek – they feel like silk, such a wonderful soft, slinky feeling against her skin. “I wonder want they would feel like on?” she says.
She slips the first pair on, white lace appliquéd onto translucent cream silk, these are like little shorts with wide frilly legs that are cut in a V high on the hips. They are so soft she can’t help stroking the fabric against her hip, “what a wonderful feeling that is,” she mutters to herself.
She then tries on the matching bra. It is wonderfully sculpted to hold up her breasts without masking her nipples, it feels as though she’s not wearing anything, except when she moves in a certain way, then the silk covered edge of the bra caresses her nipples. Again she can’t help touching the fabric, she catches sight of herself in the mirror, tongue between her lips, both hands up, fingers touching her breasts, legs spread and little curls of auburn pubic hair peeping round the frills. She gasps, she looks so alluring it is turning her on, she continues to look at her reflection and sees her nipples hardening – she is surprised, this has never happened before – she feels so sexy.

She takes off that set, eager to try another look. This time she chooses a lacy thong; she’s never worn one of these and has always wondered whether they would be comfortable or if they made you feel like you were being cut in half.
Again this feels as though it is made of silk. It has a V cut in the top to mirror the shape the rest of it makes across her mound and down to between her legs. She is amused by how little fabric it has, and how transparent the lace is. She slips it on and to her surprise it fits like a very comfortable glove. She then puts on the matching bra – this is made of similar material, under wired so it makes the most of her small breasts. Although the cups cover most of her breasts they might not be there – the fabric is completely transparent.
She looks at herself in the mirror and is shocked to see that she actually looks naked – she can see her slit and, if she moves her legs in a particular way, her clit and vagina. She can’t resist touching her nipples, where they are pressing up against the fabric
She is just thinking to herself that this is far cry from her cotton cover-ups, when she hears the door open, and in the mirror sees Jane come into the room.
She is transfixed, fingers still on nipples; totally flummoxed, she opens and closes her mouth but no sound comes out.
Jane smiles and comes to stand behind Collette. “How’s my favourite Aunt, then?” she says, as she makes eye contact in the mirror with Collette.
“I, um, I, er,” stammers Collette, rendered virtually speechless by the situation. Jane places a hand on each of Collette’s shoulders and squeezes gently.
“Mum said you were up here, wanting to borrow some undies – those look great on you,” she says.
Collette lets out the breath she doesn’t realise she’s holding. Relieved that Jane isn’t fed up with someone trying on her underwear without her knowledge, Collette gabbles, “I’m so glad you didn’t mind that….., I was worried you might…….., I didn’t want to……, your underwear is…., it is so lovely to….., feel so good in it….., it makes me feel…, want to……”

She puts her hands to her face, her cheeks are burning.
Jane reaches over Collette’s shoulders and grasps her hands and gently pulls them away from her face.
“It’s ok,” she whispers, “shush, shush, you look so good in them, look at how sexy your body looks.”
Collette looks in the mirror and suddenly sees herself through Jane’s eyes, rosy blushing across her breasts and cheeks, hard nipples, legs apart showing her secret places – an aroused woman. She groans and closes her eyes. She can’t face what she has discovered, that she loves Jane seeing her body like this. – a young woman who so easily could be her own daughter….

Jane kneels in front of Collette and pulls her into the circle of her arms. She whispers, “It’s alright, shush, just chill.”. She strokes Collette’s hair very softly. They are both kneeling and gradually Jane pulls Collette closer so they are touching breast to breast, hip to hip. She pushes Collette’s head onto her shoulder and lifting up her hair, gently strokes the back of her neck.
Collette whimpers. “Shush, shush,” Jane whispers again as she starts to stroke Collette’s nearly naked back.
She gently moves one hand up and down Collette’s back. As she does she feels Collette’s back rippling as little shudders make their way up and down the muscles.
Collette murmurs, “Stop, please stop, now!” and she pulls back from Jane. She looks into Jane’s eyes, her own luminous with unshed tears. “I mustn’t, you shouldn’t, I can’t,” she blurts.
“What is it,” asks Jane, “tell me, please.”

Collette pushes herself up from the floor and sits on the dressing table bench, she puts her head in her hands. From behind this screen she haltingly tells Jane, “I’m like your mother, I shouldn’t feel the way I do, I can’t feel like this…!”

Jane kneels in front of her and gently strokes Collette’s knees. “What are you feeling, Collette?” she says, “tell me.”
“I have feelings I shouldn’t have,” Collette confesses, “feelings for you.”

Jane says nothing, she plants little kisses on Collette’s knees and gently starts to stroke her thighs.
“No, “ says Collette.
Jane’s response is to kiss further up Collette’s thighs until she groans and spreads her legs.
Collette sits up straight and puts her hands down. She looks at Jane and says, “I’m going to stop you, because this is wrong.”

Jane replies, “Your body is saying something else, look how turned on you are.” She points in the mirror to between Collette’s legs, both of them can see wetness glistening on the labia, through the thong, as it reflects the light . She puts two fingers on Collette’s labia and rubs them gently through the fabric. Then she pushes until a finger separates the lips and slips past the fabric between them.

“Yes, oh yes,” says Jane as Collette groans.
Jane has found Collette’s clit and is rubbing it, shudders hit her body, spreading up from her vagina, the juice oozes out all over Jane’s finger. Collette can’t help her legs spreading wide. It is Jane’s turn to groan as she moves between Collette’s legs to lick her clit. Collette arches her body to increase the contact with Jane’s mouth.
Jane increases the pressure as she takes Collette’s clit between her lips and sucks it.
This is the most wonderful feeling that Collette has ever had. The pulling on her clit seems to go to her very core, she wants to press Jane’s head further into her slit, she wants to thrust and suddenly finds that is what she is doing. Jane slips a couple of fingers up Collette’s vagina and times her sucking and finger fucking with Collette’s thrusts. Soon Collette is shuddering and bucking on her fingers and face.
Collette is feeling so aroused, the sensation in her vagina is incredible, she can feel that everything is swollen and as though her heart in beating in her clit. Her muscles begin to tense sharply and she knows that this is the sign that her orgasm is nearly there. As she becomes aware of this all the tension lets go and the muscles stretch and contract rhythmically. Her hips arch and shudder and her juice squirts into Jane’s face as she cums. She pants and whimpers and squirms as the muscle contractions continue for 20 seconds. Throughout this time all she has been aware of is Jane’s mouth and fingers. As she comes down from her orgasm she becomes aware of the noises in the house and what a vulnerable situation she’s in.
Jane squats in front of her, takes Collette’s face in her hands and kisses her deeply. Collette is aware of her juice on Jane’s face and in her mouth. She is surprised how good it tastes.
She can’t help kissing Jane back. But then commonsense begins to assert itself.
She pulls back and says, “We can’t ever do that again, that was a mistake, I’m sorry, I’m responsible, I should have stopped you.”
Jane’s answer is to grasp Collette’s hand, put it between her legs and start to thrust on it, “You can’t stop now, “ she says, “look what you have done to me., I need to cum too.”
Collette groans and leaning forward returns Jane’s kisses.

“Yes,” she says …..