“Charlie, gently frig the dear boy.”
I immediately did so, which rapidly had the effect of exciting him up to
a pitch that made him forget all pain, and he even thrust his bottom
further back, and as I had taken the opportunity of the pause to drop
some more spittle on the lower shaft, a further gentle pressure forced
it in almost up to the hilt. Here, again, young Dale cried out to stop,
it was so painful.
The doctor paused again. I continued caressing his now inflamed and
stiffened prick. His convulsive twitches, caused by my lascivious
caresses, were followed by involuntary wrigglings, which of themselves
completed the entire insertion of the doctor’s excited prick. He still
continued quiet, allowing the passions of the youth to become still more
excited. Then gradually and gently withdrawing, and as gently again
thrusting within, he went on until the youth’s movements betrayed the
raging lust that possessed him—then the doctor increased his pace. I
frigged on fast and furious, and in a few minutes they both died away in
wild excess of the most ecstatic joy. As to Dale, his gaspings and wild
cries of delight proved that the final joys were almost too great for
him to bear. The doctor had drooped his head upon his chest, and closed
his eyes, in all the gratification of having ravished the first fruits
of this charming youth’s beauteous bottom, and I could see by his
momentary convulsive thrusts, and the pressures of his hands on Dale’s
hips to draw the bottom more completely against his belly, as well as by
the broken sighs that heaved his bosom, how exquisitely he was enjoying
his triumph. Gradually his cock reduced its dimensions, but even when
quite down and soft, it left the tight sheath it was in with a “plop”
showing how well and close those delicious folds had embraced it. The
doctor would not allow young Dale to rise until he had embraced and
kissed the lovely bottom that had just yielded him such intense
satisfaction. Then, drawing the youth to his bosom, he embraced him most
tenderly, and thanked him for the heroic manner in which he had borne
the attack, and told him he would never suffer so much in after-attacks
as he had done in this first taking of the virginity of his bottom-hole.
It was thus this dear youth was initiated into our mysteries, and
henceforward he became an apt disciple, and by being introduced into our
interior circle, added much to the variety and enjoyment of our orgies.
For, as may well be supposed, my glorious and most lecherous aunt
thoroughly enjoyed the taking of his first tribute in the legitimate
temple of holy Mother Venus. I was present on the occasion, which was
supposed to be unknown to the doctor. The first coup was on her belly,
the sight of which and her truly magnificent cunt wildly excited Dale,
and his cock stood stiffer and really bigger than ever. It was quite
surprising how rapidly it developed when once he got thoroughly into
hardness. He fucked aunt twice, spending as rapidly as she herself,
lecherous as she was at all times. I acted postillion to them both. I
stopped further combats until I too could enter the field. So aunt
mounted upon him, and falling forward lent her divine backside to all my
fantasies. Twice we ran a course without changing. Then aunt herself
claimed my big prick for the contentment of her randy cunt. We quickly
changed positions. I, on my back, received dear aunt’s delicious cunt on
my stiff-and-hard-as-wood-standing pego. She straddled over me, and sank
her luscious orbit down upon me until our two hairs were crushed between
us. Here, by rising and falling, she had another delicious discharge
before bending down to be embraced by my loving arms. She then presented
her most glorious bottom to the wonder and admiration of dear Harry, who
had been caressing and kissing it, and at the critical moment had thrust
a frigging finger in, and turning his head in front had greatly
increased the pleasure of my loved and lecherous aunt by sucking the
large nipple of her wondrously fine bubby. When once she was fairly down
on my belly, Harry scrambled up behind, and quickly inserted his already
fine but still comparatively small prick, which, of course, found ready
entrance where my splitter had previously opened and greased the way;
but he gave a cry, almost of pain, or at least of surprise, on finding
the sudden grip which my aunt, with her wonderful power of pressure,
instantly gave him. At it we went, fast and furious, until again the
grand crisis overtook my lascivious aunt, who spent deliriously. We boys
both paused a second or two to allow her to enjoy her discharge to the
utmost; then recommencing with increased vigour and speed, we soon both
discharged at one and the same time our freights into the delighted
vessels that were conferring such exquisite enjoyment upon us. Aunt,
too, did not fail to join us at the ecstatic moment. We lay for many
minutes panting in all the after-sensations of the most exquisite joys
humanity can revel in. We kept it up for several hours, aunt sucking
young Dale’s toothsome prick while I gamahuched and postillioned her to
her infinite satisfaction. In this way, and with repeated changes from
one receptacle to the other but always both occupied at once, we at last
gained a reprieve, and retired to well-deserved repose. The doctor, who
had kept out of the way on this our first bout with my glorious aunt,
afterwards apparently surprised us together, and, after giving us and
receiving a pretty sharp flogging, he joined in all the ecstasies of our
orgies. He especially delighted in being into my bottom while I fucked
his wife, and he himself had the double pleasure of having young Dale’s
fast growing pego into his bottom at the same time. It was some time
longer before I succeeded in completely sheathing my huge prick in the
delicious bottom-hole of the dear youth, but at last I succeeded to the
utmost extent of my wishes, and although I continued to hurt him for
some weeks after the first attack, he could at last entertain me with
perfect ease, and we were thus enabled to play successively into each
other’s bottoms, and everyone of us enjoyed the exquisite delight of
fucking and being fucked at the same time.
As we grew more lasciviously intimate, I often turned the conversation
on his mother and cousin. At last I told him, I thought from his
description that his mother would be a good fuck, and that if ever I had
the opportunity I might cover his attack on his cousin by fucking his
mother; only we must lead her to believe that she took my virginity. The
idea pleased him. He began to think his mother must be a desirable woman
for me, as I was so largely hung; and then the opportunity that I would
give him to enjoy his longing for his cousin was an inducement to second
my views to the utmost. Towards the close of the half-year his birthday
occurred, and his mother could not do less than have him home for the
day. She felt that her niece would be in greater security when Harry
begged she would allow him to bring with him the doctor’s nephew—myself,
to wit—telling her that we had become very close friends as well as
schoolfellows. I had previously told him I should play the complete
innocent, but should take care some time or the other during the day to
put myself in such a position that his mother should get a glimpse of my
prick, so that if not immediately successful, I might pave the way for
future success. His birthday fell on a Saturday. We were only asked to
spend the day, with the intention of returning in the evening.
Accordingly, on the happy day we made our appearance after breakfast. I
have before said that his mother lived in a very pretty cottage ornee,
about a mile and a half from the parsonage. We were most kindly received
by her. She first lovingly embraced her son, wishing him many happy
returns of the day, declaring that he was much improved, &c. She then
turned to me, and gracefully and kindly bade me welcome. The niece was a
charming girl, just budding into womanhood. She blushed greatly in
welcoming her cousin, and bashfully did the same to me. We spent the
earlier hours in conversation; the mother having much to ask and to hear
from her son, from whom she had never before been separated. I had thus
time to scan her well. She was a fine, broad built, well standing up
woman, with broad shoulders, and hips that gave promise of good form
beneath. Without being beautiful, her face was a well-formed oval, with
really fine eyes, to which her son’s description had hardly done
justice. It appeared to me that a good deal of suppressed passion lurked
in their expression, and I already began to think she would be a real
_bonne bouche_ if once we could come to close quarters. After luncheon
we strolled in the garden. The leaves had already fallen, but the
afternoon was bright and warm for the end of November. I told young Dale
to keep close to his mother, and not show any wish to stray away with
his cousin—feeling certain that if she became anxious about their
movements I should have no chance to play off my little game. All went
as I could wish, we threw his mother off her guard, and she then began
to show closer attention to me. I acted the ingenuous and innocent youth
to perfection, but at the same time, in thinking of her charms, I let my
prick get up to half-stand, so as to show its large proportions under my
trousers. I very soon perceived that it had struck her notice, and her
attention became concentrated upon me. She questioned me a good deal,
and especially sought to find out if _peculiar_ intimacy existed between
her son and me. I played the innocent, and professed that the utmost
intimacy existed; but when she tried to find out if it had gone to what
she really meant, I gave such an innocent character to our intimacy that
she was quite convinced of my thorough ignorance of all erotic
tendencies, and she became more endearing in her manner of addressing
me.
Harry and I had previously agreed that after I addressed to him some
particular frivolous remark, he should seize the first occasion near a
shrubbery to go on more ahead, and alarm his mamma by turning round a
corner. Our stratagem succeeded. She immediately hastened to follow
them. As soon as she had turned the corner I drew out my tool, now at
full stand, and placed myself so that when she returned she should see
it fully developed, while I would take care not apparently to see her,
but be intent upon piddling. To the utmost of my wish it fell out. She
had told her son to stop and returned to join me. My eyes being turned
downwards did not let her become aware that I was watching for her, but
I could see the bottom of her petticoats as she turned the corner, and
also that she came to a sudden stop, which must have been at the moment
she caught sight of the noble proportions before her. I took care to
pass my hand once or twice backwards or forwards while pissing, and then
shook my prick deliberately, and exposed the whole length and breadth of
it for a minute or two before buttoning it up, during which I could see
she stood perfectly still, rooted to where she had first stopped. After
I had buttoned up, I stooped down, apparently to tie my shoe, but in
fact to give time for it to be supposed I had not seen her previous
approach. So when I rose up she was already at my side. There was a
flush on her cheek and a fire in her eye that showed the bait was
swallowed. My role was to play the perfect innocent, and appear quite
unconscious of her having seen me.
She took my arm, and I could feel that her hand trembled. She led me
along, hastily at first, until we joined her son and niece. After that
she became uncommonly endearing in her manner to me, making such remarks
as she thought would show her that I was not so innocent as I looked, if
my replies had jumped with her expectations. But I was in reality too
experienced not to pay her off in kind, and ended in making her believe
that she had a perfect virgin to deal with. We walked on, she was
evidently much preoccupied, becoming at times quite silent for a minute
or two, and then, gently pressing my arm, she would make some
endearingly flattering remark, at which I would look lovingly but
innocently up to her face to thank her for her kind opinion. On these
occasions her eyes sparkled in a peculiar manner, and her colour went
and came. After a while, her hand left my arm and rested on the opposite
shoulder, in a half embrace, which became warmer and warmer, her
conversation became more affectionate. She was profuse in her
congratulations that her son had found so charming a schoolfellow; and
here she halted, and turning half in front of me, said that she felt
that she could love me as if I were indeed her own dear son; and,
stooping slightly, she sought a kiss of maternal affection. I threw my
arms round her neck, and our lips met in a long and loving kiss—very
warm on her side, but a simple though affectionate kiss on mine.
“Oh!” I said, “how happy I shall be to call you my mamma, and I will
love you as if you were it, it is so good of you to allow me to do so.
This half-year has been the first time in my life that I ever was
separated from my mother—and, although my dear aunt is as kind as
possible to me, still I can’t call her mamma. My guardian won’t allow me
to go home for the Christmas holidays, but now I shall have a dear, kind
new mamma to make me happy.” Here I again raised my lips for an embrace,
which was given with even more than the previous warmth. Her arm had
fallen to my waist, and she pressed me with energy to her bosom, which I
could feel was unexpectedly firm, and even hard. I had great difficulty
in keeping my unruly member down, that she might think I took her warm
embraces as nothing more than affectionate friendship. I succeeded,
however, and this, of course, more than ever convinced her of my entire
ignorance of carnal desires. As I closely embraced her, and glued my
lips to hers, she became greatly agitated, trembled visibly, sighed
convulsively, and then pushed me from her, and seemed suddenly to
recover herself, seized my arm, and hurried on after her son. For, as
may well be supposed she had purposely loitered behind to allow them to
get out of sight, before she indulged her uncontrollable desire to
embrace me. She spoke not a word until we came in sight of them,
apparently sauntering along, innocently enough. But Harry afterwards
told me that having seen how his mother had halted to gaze at my prick,
which he knew beforehand I meant she should see, he had watched us
through the shrubbery, and afterwards had noticed her warmth of manner
to me, and the loitering of her walk. He had turned a corner some
distance ahead of us, and was out of sight when his mother stopped to
embrace me, as described above. He guessed she would be in no hurry to
follow him. So rapidly advancing with his cousin, he got some way before
us, and choosing a place where he could see us through the bushes when
we did follow, he sat down on a garden seat, and drew his cousin on his
lap, asking her if she did not regret their hasty separation after their
last delicious interview, and telling her his mother had seen them,
which was the cause of his being sent as a boarder to the doctor. She
was much surprised to hear this, as her aunt had never breathed a word
of it to her; and she had been greatly distressed at his being sent away
from home. Of course his hands were not idle; but first unbuttoning his
trousers, he put his cock, now much increased in size, into her hand.
She at once observed how much larger it had become, and began to caress
it. He meanwhile was busy frigging her little clitoris. He found that
she was already quite moist, and he had hardly frigged her a minute,
when a sigh and an “Oh! how much more pleasure you give me than my aunt
does.” She spent profusely, grasping his prick with painful tenacity.
Her breath was taken away for some minutes. When she recovered a little,
and was gazing lovingly with half-closed eyes upon him, he at once
recurred to her unexpected confession.
“When does my mother do this to you?”
“Ever since you were sent away; your mother took me to sleep with her,
as she said, she felt so lonely after you left. For some time she used
to embrace me very lovingly, and hold me close pressed to her bosom. As
I always went to bed before her, I was generally sound asleep when she
joined me. I used at first to wonder how when I awoke in the early
morning my chemise was drawn up close to my neck, and your mother’s was
in the same state, and our two naked bodies closely united by the
embracing arms of your mother. I even one morning found that my hand was
held by hers against that part which you are now feeling so nicely. She
had fallen asleep in this position, but I could feel that she was as
moist there as you have just made me. I could not help feeling it was
very nice, and gently removing her hand, I began to feel all over her in
that part and, do you know Harry, she is all covered with such thick and
curly hair there. In groping about, I felt the lips pouting and thick,
and on trying I found I could get my fingers in. I pushed on, I got up
to the knuckles, when I felt it give such a convulsive pressure upon
them, and her body was projected towards me with a heave of her bottom,
then drawn back, and pushed forward again, while her arms pressed me
closer to her, and she commenced some loving expressions in her sleep. I
felt something grow hard against my thumb, it was just what you have
been feeling.—‘Oh! go on,’ she cried.”
“I renewed my tickling operations again, and I made her spend,” Harry
continued. “As she came to her senses, I gamahuched her; I thrust my
tongue up her sweet little cunt, and licked up all the delicious
spendings. As I rose, with prick erect and standing stiff out of my
trousers, she seized it in her mouth, and, with very little sucking,
made me spend to excess, and the dear girl swallowed it with all the
luxury of the utmost voluptuousness. We had no time for more at that
moment, as I caught sight of mamma’s dress through the trees. I buttoned
up hastily, and we strolled along, as if nothing had happened. It was in
our after-walk, when we had allayed mamma’s suspicion, that my dear
Ellen continued her confessions.”
The stiff thing pressing against her thumb was mamma’s clitoris, which,
by her account, is wonderfully developed. She, knowing from her former
experience with me that it was the point of most exquisite enjoyment,
turned her finger upon it, and began awkwardly playing with it. It was
at this moment that the greater excitement awoke mamma, who finding to
her surprise what Ellen was doing, seized her hand, and pressing and
rubbing it with more art against her clitoris, continued its action with
exclamations of delight, declaring that Ellen was her dear precious
loved girl, and then with a positive cry of delight, spent profusely
over Ellen’s hand. After panting for some time in perfect bliss, she
turned and took Ellen in her arms, kissing her most warmly, and
thrusting her tongue into Ellen’s mouth, and then demanding hers in
return. After much embracing, mamma asked her how she came to do what
she found her doing when she awoke. Ellen described how she found her
hand held against it, and then two naked bodies pressed against each
other—that she was surprised at this, and wondered how it came so; that
on moving her hand she felt mamma give a throb down there, and a push of
her body forward, which made her finger slip easily in, this still more
surprised her, as she had tried often if her fingers could get into her
own, but it hurt her so much that she had given it up as impossible; and
now she had found one where all her fingers, up to the knuckles, slipped
in quite easily; the inside movements, and the heavings of her aunt’s
body, showed that it gave her pleasure. In continuing her movements she
had felt a hard body at the upper part pressing against the side of her
hand; she withdrew her fingers to feel this strange thing, and in doing
so aunt awoke.
“And you know the rest, dear auntie, I was so glad that I had given you
so much pleasure.”
“Dear, dear girl!” her aunt replied, “I shall love you more dearly than
ever; yes, and you, too, shall have the utmost pleasure. I have long
wished to initiate you into the secrets of womanhood, but thought you
too young to be able to keep secret such intimacy as we may indulge in.
Often in your sleep with your lovely naked charms exposed to me, and
pressed against my own lascivious person, have I enjoyed you, and even
made use of your own hand all unconscious in sleep, to excite me to a
still greater pitch; last night I had enjoyed you to the utmost, kissing
your lovely budding and hidden charms, and must have unconsciously
dropped off to sleep with my hand still pressing yours against my secret
charm. But now I must initiate you into the same joys, even in a more
exquisite way.”
“Upon this she begged me to throw off my chemise, while she did the
same. We stood up to do this, and your mother took the opportunity to
pose me in every way, admiring and kissing me all over. I did the same
to her, and I can assure you, dear Harry, your mother is far better made
that I am, both in the bosom and the bottom, and with such firm thighs
and legs, and her affair is so well-developed and pouting, and with such
silky curls all around it. I can feel you passing your fingers through
the curls of mine; but though it has more than it had when last you felt
and caressed it, it is nothing to dear auntie’s. When she had much
excited me, and was evidently herself greatly so, she desired me to lie
across the bed on my back, and to draw my knees up so as to let my feet
rest on the edge. She then placed a footstool in front, and kneeling
upon it, after first feeling and caressing me down there, she glued her
lips to it, and after sucking a while began to play with her tongue upon
what you have been so deliciously rubbing. She licked me most
exquisitely, and soon made me die away in ecstasy of delight. She sucked
it for some time after, while I lay in a languid state of joy. When at
last she rose, she threw herself on the bed, and our two naked bodies
became closely united in the most loving embrace. Her lips were wet with
the moisture that had escaped from me, its peculiar aromatic odour
_m’enivrait_ and I could not help licking the creamy juice from off her
lips.
“‘Oh, my beloved aunt,’ I cried, ‘you have given me the joy of paradise,
I must try and do as much for you.’
“‘My darling Ellen, you will make me positively adore you. I now only
regret that I had not sooner taken you into my confidence, as I at once
perceive I might have done so in perfect safety. Yes, my darling, you
shall indeed try, and I shall instruct you as we advance how to obtain
the greatest amount of pleasure from our libidinous and lascivious
enjoyments, delights that are without risk, and from which we shall have
no anxieties as to fatal results, which are the consequence of
connection with the opposite sex, who only make use of us for their own
sensual enjoyment, and abandon us at the very moment they ought to
console and cherish us the most.’
“Dear aunt, again embracing me tenderly, threw herself in the same
position I had previously lay in. I knelt on the cushion as she had
done. But before proceeding to do as she had done to me, I could not
help pausing to gaze with delight on her natural charms. Oh! dear Harry,
you cannot imagine the beauty of that part of your mamma. Her stomach is
of the purest white, smooth and firm, round and beautiful. Below a
crease commences a large plumped out swelling seen through the fair and
thick silky curls that so much adorn it, then grandly rounded sinks down
between her thighs, and the beautifully pouting lips rise richly
tempting through the thickest of hair, that goes far beyond between the
large rounded orbs that project behind. At the upper part of the lips,
where they form a deep indented half-circle, I could distinguish a stiff
projecting object, as long and thicker than my thumb. I now know that
this is the centre of exquisite joy. Your mother had since taught me to
call it her clitoris, and says that although seldom so strongly
developed as in her case, it exists in every woman and becomes stiff and
excited as the final crisis of joy approaches. I glued my lips around
this charming object, and sucked it, and played with my tongue around
its point. Your mother, in an ecstasy of delight, wriggled her bottom
below me, and with both hands pressing my head down on the excited
point, gave utterance to the most loving and sensual expressions. She
begged me to pass the flat of my hand under my chin, and introduce my
thumb within the lips below, where I was sucking, and move it backwards
and forwards as much as I could. I did so, and immediately found that it
added greatly to your mother’s delight. Faster and faster grew her
movements, until, with a cry of delight, a firm pressure of my hand
against her affair, and still firmer pressure on my thumb, she suddenly
ceased all movement, her hands relaxed their hold of my head, the
stiffness left her clitoris, and beyond convulsive graspings of the
interior of her affair upon my thumb, she lay for some time inanimate.
At last she recovered her senses, she seized me under the arms, and drew
me upon her belly, her hands pressed my bottom down close upon her
person, until I found that my affair was nestled in the rich profusion
of curls that so finely adorned hers. She thrust her tongue into my
mouth, and sucked off all the rich creamy substance that had flowed from
her in such abundance. She blessed the happy chance that had led her to
give me her confidence; told me that for long she had only enjoyed the
unsatisfactory delight of lonely self-gratification, and said that now
we should revel in mutual delight of every sensual indulgence that woman
can have with woman. We lay for some time enjoying such delicious
communings, until compelled to rise by the lateness of the hour. We have
since practised every method of enjoyment given to two of the same sex.
Your mother has often introduced her stiff excited clitoris within the
lips of my affair as far as it would go, but I have always longed, my
dear Harry, for you to penetrate still further with that larger and
longer thing you have got, although what I have seen today of its
increased size has made me greatly fear it can never get in.”
Thus ended her ingenuous description. Harry, of course, promised that he
would never hurt her, that those parts were made to yield, that,
doubtless, his mother’s large clitoris had hurt her at first, but had
given her great pleasure afterwards.
Yes, that was so, and it was that that gave her courage, and if they
could only get the opportunity she would allow him to do anything he
pleased.
It may well be supposed this account of Ellen’s intercourse with her
aunt fired my imagination and made me resolve to have her. Indeed, I
began to conceive that there would be no occasion for me to make any
effort, that all would be done by dear mamma herself. We had returned to
the house after this agitated walk. Mamma was evidently greatly
preoccupied, but at length she appeared to have come to a final
determination, for she told Ellen to go up to her room, and begged us
two boys, as she called us, to go out and amuse ourselves for an hour.
It was during this interval that Harry narrated his interesting
conversation with his cousin. Her lively description had set his
imagination on fire, and he now declared his regret that it was not to
be he who would enjoy his lasciviously sensual mother. Neither of us had
any doubt but that she would now find an opportunity of enjoying me. If
we had, our doubts were solved on re-entering the house. Mamma first,
for form’s sake, kissing her son, and then far more warmly kissing me,
informed us that she had written to the doctor that we had been such
good boys that she would feel greatly obliged if he would allow her son
to remain with her until Monday, and also leave his nephew to keep him
company and prevent any of his former misbehaviour which, she was happy
to say, he appeared to have forgotten, but still it would be better he
should have the safeguard of so intelligent and discreet a friend as she
was glad to see he had found in the doctor’s nephew. My uncle, without
knowing exactly what to make of this note, had consented. Hence her joy
in being able to communicate the pleasing intelligence—doubly so to me,
as I immediately augured the downfall of my assumed virginity. Dear
mamma was all radiant with joy, and conveyed me at once to where she
intended I should sleep. I marked that it was in an out of the way room,
easy of access, but not likely to be interfered with by passers-by.
“And here, my dear son, for you know in future you are always to call me
mamma, I hope you will find yourself comfortable, and that you will not
be alarmed because you are in an out of the way part of the house, but
in case you should, before I go to bed, I shall come to see that you are
comfortably asleep.”
Here she kissed and embraced me warmly. I repaid her most
affectionately, but apparently in all innocence. She sighed, as I
thought with regret, that she could not at that moment go further, and
then led me away.
The afternoon, the dinner, and the evening passed away without anything
worthy of remark, except that mamma was frequently absent and
preoccupied. She sat by me on the sofa while Ellen played to us; her
hand sought mine, and frequently squeezed it affectionately. Harry sat
by Ellen, which enabled me often to raise my head and pout my lips for a
kiss in a boyish way. It was never refused. She dwelt on my mouth
sensuously with half-opened lips, but apparently afraid to tip me the
velvet of her tongue. She frequently gave a shudder and trembled, and
was evidently greatly excited. In the course of the afternoon, Harry and
I had had an opportunity of exchanging ideas. I told him I was certain
his mother would come to me that night, and he might be sure if she did
that she would remain till daylight. I advised him to watch her, and
when he saw her leave her bedroom to come to me, then he could slip into
his cousin’s room, and effect his purpose, but to be sure to retire at
the first dawn. I said that if that time his mother wanted to leave me,
I would keep her another quarter of an hour to enable him to put matters
to rights with his cousin, and regain his own room. I advised him also
to put a towel under his cousin’s bottom, as he was sure to make her
bleed, and he must take it away in the morning to prevent any traces of
what he had done being perceived by his mother, and to tell Ellen to
feign deep sleep on his mother’s return, and to appear quite unconscious
in the morning of her aunt having been absent. A little before ten
o’clock mamma thought it time for her children, as she called us, to go
to bed. Her son and niece both kissed her, and I, too, claimed a kiss of
my new mamma. It was taken and returned in quite a passionate way, her
lips seemed loath to leave mine, and her arms encircled me in a very
loving embrace. “Dear mamma,” I said, “I shall love you ever dearly.”
“My darling boy, I already love you as if you were indeed my son.”
She sent the others to their bedrooms, but escorted me herself to mine.
I could see that she trembled greatly, and was evidently glad to put
down the candlestick. She turned down the bedclothes for me, hoped I
would sleep well, and, with considerable agitation, again embraced me
most passionately. I could feel that her tongue would fain have thrust
itself between my lips. I had great difficulty in restraining myself,
but somehow I managed to do so. She at last left me, saying she would
give a look in to see that I was comfortable before she herself went to
bed. I told her it was very kind of her, but that there was no necessity
for her doing so, as I always went to sleep like a top the moment I lay
down.
“I am glad of that, my dear child, but nevertheless I will look in, lest
the strange bed should prevent your sleeping.”
And again she hugged me passionately against her firm and well-formed
bosom, kissing me with a long, long kiss. Quitting me with a deep sigh,
at last she said good night, and shut the door, apparently going away.
But I fancied that she stopped short, and that I could hear her gently
stealing back, probably in the hope of seeing me undress, and of
catching a view of my huge pego. So I determined she should have her
curiosity indulged. I hurried off my clothes, and before putting on one
of Harry’s nightshirts, which had been laid on the bed for me, I took up
the chamber pot, and turned fronting the key hole, stark naked, and cock
in hand. It was at half-cock, but when I had piddled I made it throb and
raise its head, and gave it a rub or two, and a shake very deliberately,
so that she might be still more bent on possessing it. I took up the
nightshirt, and turning to the light, was very awkward in getting it on,
so as to give time for a good sight of my prick at full stand against my
belly. I then blew out the light, and tumbled into bed very quickly. I
listened attentively, and could hear a deep half-suppressed sigh, and
then footsteps stealing quietly away. I lay awake cogitating as to how I
should receive her, whether to feign profound sleep, and so let her take
all the initiative, or whether to pretend that the novelty of the bed,
and thinking over her affectionate kindness to me had kept me awake. I
decided upon pretending to be sound asleep, chiefly that I might see how
she would carry out her designs, and also as allowing me to play the
surprised one.
In little more than half an hour after all had retired to rest I saw the
glimmer of light through the key hole. I had studied a pose that would
facilitate matters. I lay on my back, the clothes partially thrown off
my breast, and the hand next to the side on which she must approach,
placed above my head. Of course my cock was at full stand and as I had
thrown off the heavy counterpane, it easily lifted up, and bulged out
the sheet and light blanket. I closed my eyes, and breathed heavily. The
door was gently opened, and she entered. She turned to close it, and I
gave a peep through a half-opened eye, and saw that she had only on a
loose _robe de chambre_, which was thrown open in turning, so that I
could see there was nothing but her shift below. I even caught sight of
her beautiful bosom, which at once caused my prick to throb almost to
bursting, so that when she came to my side, it stood up most manfully.
She paused, evidently intent on the sight. She then held the light
towards me, and spoke in an undertone, asking me if I was awake. Of
course I only breathed the heavier, and lay with my mouth half open, as
if in the very deepest first slumber. She then turned her attention to
the bulging-out substance, and ventured to touch it gently; then,
growing bolder, she still more gently grasped it from above the clothes,
and then turned the light on my face, but I gave not a sign. She then
put the candle down, and, taking a chair, sat down close to the bed.
Here she again spoke to me in a subdued tone. Finding no cessation of
the deep breathing, she gently insinuated her hand below the already
favourably turned-down bedclothes, and with great care slipped it down
to my prick, which she grasped softly. I could now feel her whole body
tremble, her breath came fast and short. She passed her hand gently up
from the root to the head, its size evidently greatly exciting her. When
she grasped the head, it gave a powerful throb. She eased her hand, and,
I felt certain, turned to see if it had disturbed me. But I slept on
profoundly. She seemed to gain more confidence, for both hands were now
applied, and it was evident she had assumed a kneeling posture, the
better to favour her designs. I could feel her pass one hand over the
other, until she found the head was still partially above the third
grasp. I heard her give an involuntary exclamation of surprise at its
size. Her curiosity growing by what it fed on, she now commenced with
the utmost caution gently to remove the bedclothes, that she might see,
as well as feel. When this was accomplished, she rose and brought the
light, again passed it before my eyes, and then moved it down towards my
prick. Being sure she was now far too deeply engaged to turn her eyes
towards mine, I half opened them, and beheld her bending close over the
great object of attraction. I heard her exclaim half aloud—
“How wonderful! I never could have imagined such a thing, and in such an
innocent boy, too. Oh! I must possess—yes—I must possess it.”
Here she grasped it more forcibly than before. Then, rising, she put the
candle on the pot stand, which she removed to the foot of the bed. Then
taking my prick in both hands, she gently rubbed it up and down, and
even stooped and fondly kissed the nut. It throbbed more violently than
ever at this, and I thought it time to start, and appear to awake. She
instantly quitted her hold of it, and stood up, but was too agitated to
think of covering me. I opened my eyes in apparent great surprise, but
recognising mamma, I said—
“Oh! is that you, dear mamma? I was dreaming such a nice dream about
you. Oh, do kiss me,” purposely not seeming to know that my person was
all naked.