“Stop now… that's all!” he said, smiling. For the naked Rose was moaning her frenzied wish to repeat her previous feat with this lovely sex, and her draining lips were sucking and her soft tongue tickling and caressing very busily.
“I only wish to disabuse you of the notion that your charms had even temporarily put me hors de combat,” he added. “Now straddle my leg again. That's it. Now-do with this soft hand of yours what you like-and find too, what other pleasures you may in this posture.”
Even though Rose did not fully comprehend at first the meaning of his words-nature drove her on. Carnally inflamed as she was-she could not help rubbing her throbbing slit upon the hairy thigh which she bestrode- and all the while her dangling hand fed the fire that consumed her by toying most lasciviously with the now rigid member of her Lord and Master.
Pantingly she breathed forth what he understood to be a plea for further information regarding his youthful adventure with his charming sister, Mary.
“So that episode interested you?” he queried. “I rather thought it might. And you may be sure it interested vastly the seventeen year old boy I then was. The mere fact that my older sister wished to take my prick in her mouth and suck it mystified me tremendously. But once my startled surprise gave way to the thrills that penetrated all my flesh-how I did enjoy it.”
“She told me she had learned this pleasant habit from her late husband-and had sucked him daily thereafter, to the extent that she might well have ruined his health if she had insisted on extracting his sperm every time.
“She had sucked me off and swallowed my spend with great relish that first time. Frightened perhaps by what she had done, she petted and soothed me afterwards for a long time. She even wept, I remember, and reproached herself bitterly-until she saw how the experience had thrilled and delighted me.
“On subsequent occasions she permitted me indulgently to strip her quite naked on her bed-and to familiarize myself thoroughly with her lovely body. This was a keen pleasure to me-indeed to both of us-for my sister had that keen pleasure in showing her body indecently that is characteristic of so many girls-more especially those who know their bodies to be admirably formed.
“Mary sucked me every day-sometimes to the glorious finale-but more frequently stopping just this side of the climax-with a self restraint that I now realize was admirable in its solicitude for my health.
“Yet a minor calamity was impending-and one which much impressed me-particularly because it served to stir my pretty but somewhat prudish mother into action. It seemed that our long daily sessions-so eagerly awaited by both of us-aroused her interest if not her suspicions. So she then descended to a little spying-and she must have gotten an eyeful.
“But although a woman of action she restrained herself from breaking in on us. She determined at once that she was not going to have her only son ruined by such practices if she could help it And in pursuance of her resolve she came to my bedroom that night.
“Since her hitherto inveterate prudishness had caused her to cease such visits when I reached my teens, I was quite naturally much impressed — the more so in that owing to her wish not to arouse my father from sleep, she had come barefoot and in her nightgown.
“I was aroused by the turning on of the bedroom light She questioned me-and when I denied everything she then confronted me with what she herself had seen. I think that I cried a little. Much moved, she cradled me in her arms, absolving me gently of most of the blame. Then she asked me again-and now I related to her most of what had occurred.
“And now comes the delicate part of the situation, Rose. My mother was a woman of extreme rectitude, as I have indicated. But my tale was not exactly a calming potion — even for a mother. And I shall never know how much her subsequent actions were dictated by maternal anxiety and how much by a perhaps unconscious lasciviousness born of her discoveries and of my story.
“In any event she whispered nervously something about the possibility that I had been injured by what had happened. And she pulled the bedclothes from me. I wore a nightshirt at that time, and she caught at this tremulously after she had raised the covers.
“I must ascertain, dear,” she whispered, “whether you appear to have been harmed. You are too young to realize the danger to which your sister Mary may have exposed you, the wretched girl must have been crazy to have done such a thing.”
“I shall never forgive her if I find that you have been harmed in any way — or weakened in your powers. I should have explained to you about sexual matters-I see that now. Lie still and let mother see-Francis.”
“I was not protesting-although more shaken than even when my sister had stripped me naked. Mother bared me to above the navel-and I heard her gasp softly.
“Then she took a seat on my bed. 'Close your eyes, dear — don't even look at me as I examine you,' she said. 'Lie perfectly still. Oh! God! That my boy should be a man already-and such a man! ft is unbelievable. You dwarf your father, Francis! But what am I saying? Heavens!'
“Her final words were whispered-and I hardly think she was aware of their being audible. She was gazing down with something approaching awe at the sturdy shaft that was reposing on my testicles.
“But now the shaft stirred-for not even the fact that it was my mother who had denuded me could quite prevent the sexual agitation due to my nudity in the presence of a woman. I turned my head nervously on my pillow and half opened my eyes.
“And now my mother, gazing fixedly at my genitals and all my naked body, sighed feverishly and gave a low gasp as she saw my prick raise its head and begin to stiffen. There was a clear light behind her-and through the thin nighty that she wore her breasts and all her torso were displayed to me as if she were nude.”
“She was slender but beautifully built. Her breasts were like twin apples of delight, and through the gauzy silk I could discern the clustering curls that covered her mount and I shivered and sighed in my turn. Then I gasped aloud — for bending forward impulsively she had taken my swelling penis in both her hands.
“Don't be nervous, dear!” she faltered, although I think it was she who was the more overwrought by this time. And then she handled investigatingly my prick and balls. I heard inarticulate murmurs from her parted lips. She reached for a reading lamp beside my bed-and she told me to hold this so that its light illuminated my genitals and allowed her to peer and finger me everywhere.
“You are a monster-a lovely monster, my son!” she told me at last. “And mother is so relieved to find that you have not been injured by your experiences with your sister. But I shall tell Mary that they must end immediately. I would rather that she left the house than this.”
“Oh! But mother!” I cried. “It was so lovely! don't make her stop. I'm a man, you see-it can't hurt me now — please mother!”
“Yes! I see that you are at least a man,” she said as she capped the ruddy head of my sex in her palm, while her other hand fondled its length tremulously.
“But it may have been my insistent assertion that I was a man which lodged in her mind and which was the seed of an idea which bore strange fruit later.
“She had the promised interview with my sister Mary the next day, and I heard the nervously raised, angry voice of my sister and the quieter replies of my mother as she attempted not to attract my father's attention. I could hear Mary threaten to leave the house forever. And then my mother spoke at some length. My sister replied in a softer tone. Then my mother saying:
“If you would only content yourself with that. Mary, it might even do him some good-and you also. Now that the matter had gone so far-and as the dear boy says- he is really a man now…”