Susan, of course, was all of a guilty flutter at being put to the presence of both her Mama and her future Papa within but a day of her conversion, but this was an act of deliberation whereby in concord with Pearl I sought to burst the bubble, as it were. Naught being said Of the absence of Pearl and Grace, I saw to it as well as a guest might that Catherine was well filled with wine and that Susan had several tipples herself. This, causing the latter to giggle and become flushed, Catherine would have quietened her and sent her to bed. At this, however, I intervened.
“May she not sit upon Mr. Maudsley's lap and kiss him goodnight first?” I asked. At this, Susan put her finger in her mouth to prevent more giggling, as I suspect, while as for Catherine she attempted to put on a worried mien.
“Perhaps not yet, for we are not wed,” she averred, though hiccoughing a little as she spoke and appearing a trifle bleary from her salutations to the well-filled glasses which I had seen to.
“Oh, she must become used to it, for it will warm her nicely for bed,” I declared. At that, Susan made as if to sidle off of her seat and perhaps escape to her room, but the little minx-knowing well enough what I knew-was stayed by my look and a crooking of my finger. “Come, dear, and warm your future Papa's lap with your nice little bottom,” I declared boldly, whereat Catherine promptly reached for her glass again and uttered a sigh. Susan then hesitated again, having now risen and looking perfectly angelic in a white frilly dress with pink ribbons and her hair tied at the back in a matching bow.
“Come, Susan,” I murmured more meaningfully. With that, her finger went back into her mouth and she approached him slowly as though butter would not melt therein, though his doughty cock had already twice melted in her cunny. Seated as he was upon a chaise-longue, he had ample room to accommodate her and indeed rather artfully swung her legs up on to it as she sat.
“Oh, really Ewart!” exclaimed Catherine, though not without a bibulous giggle which at last told me all I wanted to know.
“Really, my dear,” he responded, adding somewhat coyly, “Her bottom is indeed nice and warm. May I not kiss her on the lips to say goodnight?”
“Why, of course he may, may he not?” I interjected to Catherine whose chair adjoined mine and both facing the pair so that we were as spectators.
“Well, I do not really, I do not,” blathered she while a colour rose high into her cheeks.
“Such pretty legs she has, too. Her thighs swell most agreeably for her age and I trow must be as smooth as silk and as warm as a nest,” I went on, accentuating the last word. “Really, Susan, do show them before you retire, for I am sure they must be as lovely as the outlines beneath your dress suggest.”
“Oh!” squealed Susan who never thought to give an exhibition before her Mama, of all people. Ewart, however, having been primed as to Grace's fate that evening, gave her thereupon a hug which caused her blushing face to be buried in his jacket and raised the hem of her skirt a little until her calves and then her rounded knees were revealed. Flushing not a little, he then passed his hand up beneath her coiled-up skirt, causing Susan to jump and squirm.
At this such an expression crossed Catherine's features that it seemed she knew not whether to laugh or cry, but so softened had she been by her bibulous evening that she remained a trifle glazed about the eyes. Seizing then the opportunity of the moment, I rose and sat myself upon her lap, murmuring in a cooing voice, “Were you my Mama, I would kiss you most endearingly goodnight.” So saying-and to her undoubted astonishment-1 deftly loosed the buttons of her corsage and, dipping my hand within, encountered two glorious firm globes whose nipples quickly betrayed themselves by rising out to my delicate touch.
Catherine's mouth opened. Her head fell back against the chair. In a trice I had swooped my lips upon hers and felt the liquid yearnings of her tongue. Therewith also, as if in accompaniment, came a muffled squeal from Susan which was quickly suppressed-as I well envisaged-by the meshing of her mouth to Mr. Maudsley's.
“Haaar, what is he doing?” quavered Catherine to my lips while her full, creamy breasts seemed to swell the more to my caresses.
“He is feeling into her drawers, as he will shortly have the right to do, will he not?” I rejoined.
I have often wondered since what might have been her answer, but at that very moment cries sounded from without and into the drawing room burst Grace, crying, “Oh, Mama, oh Mr. Maudsley-Papa!” even before she saw clearly what was afoot. I then springing up and leaving her Mama's bared tits in full view, met the eyes of Pearl. Whip in hand, she followed quickly upon Grace's heels and closed the doors behind her. Needless to say, Susan slipped from Mr. Maudsley's lap with a startled cry. and tumbled to the floor, showing her stocking tops and drawers.
“OH!” screeched Grace, who clearly could not believe what she saw. “Oh!” echoed Catherine who would have risen had I not pressed her down again.
“Well, I do believe we have the truth of this little matter now,” declared Pearl, brushing past Grace and gazing down with some approbation at Susan. “The ceremony has in part begun, I see, or at least a rehearsal thereof which I am sure will do much good to all. Catherine, you will now rise, please-and no! do not attempt to cover your breasts or you will feel the cracking of my whip about you. Susan, get off your bottom, dear, and sit by Mr. Maudsley who will put something very nice into your hand in a moment, I feel sure. Now, Catherine dear, we will have the truth, for Arabella and I are much put out by being made dupes of your occasion.”
“D..d..dupes? Oh, I do not know WHAT you mean!” blustered Catherine while Grace uttered a howl of perfect despair and threw herself down into the very chair her Mama had just vacated.
“Be sure that I do not blame you in any wise for the pleasures you sought-and indeed shall obtain, my dear,” said Pearl blithely to our hostess. “On the other hand, you have been extremely naughty in putting up such a cock and bull yarn to us about your supposed ceremonies. I have made a few discreet enquiries, you see-without of course mentioning any names-and nothing whatever is known of such things, whether by genealogists or by sociologists. Come-declare yourself to me truthfully and I may forgive you, though not without an appropriate penalty or two.”
“Oh, Pearl!” Catherine's voice quavered and two distinct tears rolled down her attractive cheeks. “P…p…permit me to whisper it to you at least.”
Pearl glanced at me, I nodded. Stumbling then towards her, Catherine laid one hand upon her shoulder and with deeply flushed face and the orbs of her tits protruding still from her gown, whispered for a full minute as it seemed to me, while all the while Pearl nodded gravely, swinging her whip at her side.
“My dear Catherine, what a foolish woman you are! Could you not have said? Can there be peace or concord now until all is known?” So spoke Pearl to a wail from Catherine who, like Grace, then hurled herself into a chair and huddled up as best she could as though in dire shame. “Tut-tut, what a silliness and a nonsense. Would you not have the truth come out, Ewart?” asked Pearl familiarly of the gentleman who had lifted Susan up again on to his lap. A grave nod came from him at that and his glance fell not without sympathy upon his intended spouse who sat crying into her hands.
“It were best,” he declared solemnly, “for I feared for the consequences of such a wedding party.”
“Indeed? Though you were party to it-if I may make the pun,” said Pearl crisply. “There is one here who is not at fault and that is dear Susan. Grace has sinned not of her own volition-not as yet, at least-but by virtue of her prim and stubborn behaviour she has brought her dear Mama a little way towards this contretemps. Rise again, Grace-and you, Catherine!” CRA-A A A ACK! The leaping whip, though it touched neither, seemed to menace both and both jumped up much like Jack-in-the-Boxes.