“Anyhow,” he said, “so long as we can play around like this together without my clothes on, I shan't mind so much not being able to do what I wanted to do with you. May I see you all bare, mother, now? I never have, you know-though I've seen such lovely parts of you.”
“I told him that it was impossible. I broke to him the news that I could never bathe him any more. I did not conceal from him the fact that I had longed to give him his way with me-and that to refuse him my body had been perhaps the hardest thing I had ever had to do.”
“I said that it had all been my fault-but that from now on we were going to live the normal lives of an affectionate mother and son. And in the course of a few days he became cheerful and boyish again.”
“But after a time I became conscious that he was making stealthy efforts to obtain those peeps at my unclad body which I had refused him. I scolded him about it once or twice, and then bluntly accused him of trying to peep through the keyhole» f the bathroom and bedroom doors to see me undressed.”
“He admitted it, and said that he was so troubled with his dreams about what he had already seen-that it all seemed to him that he simply must see me just once stark naked.”
“I was touched, of course-though rather as a mother — than as a woman. I asked him if he thought that this queer yearning which troubled him would vanish if I allowed him one brief look of the thing which he had in mind?”
“He thought it would, he said. And I had so far subdued my own senses in regard to my relations with Lester, that it was with no thought of any danger to myself that I set about my plan to give my young son that 'treat' I hoped would finally cure his persistent craving.”
“It was late evening-almost our usual bedtime-when we had our chat. And I told Lester to come from his room when I had taken my bath and gave him a call-and that he should stand for just a moment in my opened bedroom door and… look at me!”
“I had thought myself quite unmoved as far as the sexual element was involved-yet I did tremble a little as with the lights brightly shining and the bedroom door wide open, I undressed for the deliberate purpose and full intention of showing myself completely naked to my virile young son.”
“My nervousness increased as, after removing my shoes and stockings, I drew my final garment over my head. I was shaky-and no longer with concern over the welfare of my son. Picture yourself as a woman for an instant-and then imagine yourself stripped to the skin by your own hands in order that your own child might gaze on your nakedness-and you may be able to realize the way in which I was moved.”
“Nevertheless, I went through with it. I imagine that the low call which I contrived to utter was rather shaky and husky. Never had I made such an effort before. But the lad-probably already waiting in the passage in his bathrobe beard it and arrived at once.”
“I saw him standing there in the doorway-with his hand clenched- his usually merry face pale with excitement and delight. He appeared to be awed into silence.”
“I was facing him as I stood there-all my body outlined and its nudity emphasized by the glow of the lights. My own emotion was enhanced by his. I managed to smile at him, however-and try to restore by some tremulous remark the equanimity of both of us.”
“You certainly can see me more clearly than in a dream now-can't you, dear?” I jested. “Take a good look and put an end to these visions. For this is the first and last time that you will see your mother in her… birthday clothes. It shall be complete this time, though. Have you seen me enough in front? Then-see the rest!”
“I turned slowly round as if on a pivot. I was flushed scarlet and breathing heavily. I stood now revealing all my rear nudity to the boy. On the thick carpet his feet made no sound, and I had no inkling that he had left the doorway until I heard a little gasp just behind me.”
“He was directly behind me, and had fallen silently on his knees. His arms were about me-one hand on my loins and the other upon my mount-and his hot lips were….”
“I staggered on my feet-overwhelmed with growing agitation. Yet still he did not lick-perhaps did not even comprehend that the tongue might participate in the conquest of the female body-he only kissed… hotly, wildly, anywhere and everywhere upon the twin rotundities of my quivering buttocks.”
“Struck dumb at first, I appeared also to have been struck motionless. The fervor of his kisses thrilled me from head to foot-and the hands by which he held me on my belly and bush-did nothing to allay my agitation and emotion.”
“He rose at length-but it was to hug me violently from the rear-with both hands grasping my taut breasts as I managed to stammer breathlessly:
“You wicked, wicked boy — you are breaking your promise to me!”
“But I didn't promise anything, mother darling!” he said desperately.
“Well, you are being very disobedient anyhow,” I cried — “you are grieving mother very much… and making her sorry she tried to be nice to you.”
“I can't help it-ohh! Mother… I can't help it!” he wailed huskily. “You are so lovely-I just have to hug you and-kiss you all over!”
“I managed to twist my body in his encircling arms- for his fingers caressing my nude breasts were driving me frantic with an emotion which I must at all costs hide from him. As I turned, I felt his rampant staff rubbing across my hips, my buttocks, my thighs.”
“In all truth I had escaped from Scylla to Charybdis. For as I stood face to face with him and still in his arms — panting and weak with desire to yield to him that which he so much coveted, he was able to kiss my throbbing and passionate breasts-drawing their taut nipples between his lips-in a caress which set me aflame.”
“There was milk there for you once,” I faltered-trying to restore calm to the situation, and hoping to withdraw from his clasp. “But there is no longer any left!”
“This is something far sweeter than milk,” he insisted, as he sucked hard on each nipple and tickled it with his hot tongue.
“Then, with a little gasp, he slipped to his knees. With encircling hands he took both my buttocks in a nervous grip so as to maintain me in position. He kissed my naval and pressed his lips fiercely into the little dimple-and then his mouth descended to the curling hair which only half disguised my sex.”
“In delighted dismay-overcome by the emotions which now possessed me-I found myself unable to struggle free from the strong arms which held my naked body so deliriously.”
“Lester's lips were pasturing furiously in my genital grove and on the plump mound which the curling hair concealed. I swayed and tottered on my feet, and my closely pressed thighs must have yielded imperceptibly. For he gave a cry of delight and triumph…”
“There it is-the beauty-I can just see a bit of it- the little pink crack…** he gasped thickly. “How I love it-how I've dreamed of it! Let me, mother… I will — I must-kiss it!”
“Moaning with passion now, as much as with shame and keen distress that my experiment had failed thus disastrously, I could not avoid the contact with his lips on which his heart was set His taut arms held me bound to him. His flushed face pried its way to the treasures it sought-parting my soft thighs in its advance.”
“He withdrew his face a few inches-but his hands on my rear did not permit me to close my thighs-which he had gripped firmly to hold separated. With a sigh of pure ecstasy which shook him from head to foot, he scanned all the soft treasures of my nakedly displayed cunt for a long moment.”
“And then-my God! How his kisses burned me-his kisses on my-on m-my cunt… that shot burning hot tremors right throughout my sex! With face turned upwards I moaned out quivering pleas for forbearance- but in his present state of mind my son did not know the meaning of the word.”
“But the intolerable situation was to become worse yet. Whether the instinct was inherited from his father I cannot tell. But Lester's tongue entered into play. Along the crevice of my already pouting cleft it journeyed ardently. In a sensual lethargy I stood for half a minute enduring the thrills of this caress.