“So inflamed did she become, in fact, that once when Mary, frantically desirous of a second course and finding that I was not prepared to oblige, demanded that I should be stimulated into action by the sight of my mother's naked thighs and body, the overwrought woman found herself unable to refuse.”
“She permitted her frenzied daughter-who had seen some sign in me that I had a curious desire to view my mother's nudity-pluck up her nightgown and expose all her secret charms to my delighted eyes.
“Yes, mother was almost fainting with shame and desire as Mary encouraged me to handle her nude limbs and even her delicious little sex with my trembling fingers.
“It's high time that you let Frank pet you a little,” cried my sister, as she saw my prick leap into erection under this subtle enchantment. “You've seen plenty of him, mother-and you're crazy about him-you know you are….so it's only fair…”
“How stupid you are not to play with such a lovely boy! With such a prick! Go on, Frank-take her-can't you see she's wild for you? Take her… she's half mad to give you her pretty body, in spite of her silly qualms.” And with remarkable unselfishness she contrived to get my almost fainting mother into position-by dragging her prone and pulling off the remains of her clothing.
“Don't mind me,” she gasped. “1 shall love to watch this. And don't take any notice of her squirmings and wails and protests, Frank-for she'll never be really and truly happy till she gets you inside her.”
Mary was holding her flat on the bed with both Viands as I launched myself down between the kicking, struggling legs. I caught the warm velvet of her parted thighs to restrain her. More adept now-I managed to point my throbbing prick at her lovely, almost girlish slit-and I pressed down upon its tiny, delicate lips.
I was trusting to my sister's assurance that mother would he happy and grateful-afterwards. For I had seen how glowingly ardent and passionate she got when she saw me naked, and how her lovely body vibrated with desire as she was exposed to me in her secret nudity-and I was able to caress her thus.
But I never forgot for a moment that this was a delicate body upon which I lay, and a delicate sex which I was already beginning to penetrate. Her lovely face had the pallor of a swoon as she felt me commence to impale her. A heavy breathing issued from her parted lips. Her eyes were closed.
And seeing that she no longer struggled or cried out, my sister had ceased to pin down her lovely, naked body and sat back to watch events. Her eyes glittered with delight as she saw my inward progress. Over the head of my weapon and lips of my mother's dainty cunt were stretched thin and seemed almost transparent-as I noted by looking downward as I knelt between her slim legs.
Her first groan came as the head slipped in entirely. Then she lay there-quietly shivering-pale and almost unseeing. Mary patted my rump reassuringly. I began to press down softly once more.
And now-with a little choking cry my mother came to life. Her eyes opened and flared. She quivered-and then she whispered something inaudible. Under my slow penetration she shook and trembled-and I saw the color flood her cheeks once more in a slow tide.
And then — as I continued to thrust — a little more forcibly now-she was suddenly scarlet… a true crimson blush of passion and desire-at the sensations that now convulsed her. Her sighs had changed to moans- but now they were moans of ecstatic passion.
She reached her slim white arms for my neck. She kissed me wildly and repeatedly. She twined her thighs and legs about me. Her slim feet pressed down convulsively upon my back. And all the while I continued to sheath within her tight passage the swelling bulk of my excited sex.
“Quite possibly I took half an hour in burying my throbbing prick within my mother's lovely body. It was hard, at times, to be so deliberate-for my darling mother, who was quivering and driven frantic by a desire which grew more frenzied every moment-was begging for less forbearance every minute.
“Go on — push — Francis darling!” she implored me. “No matter if you do tear me a little-I can stand it! For Cod's sake… fuck me… let m-me feel your great prick — all the way inside m-me!”
My amazement at hearing such language from my chaste young mother was inexpressible. I think that Mary was whispering in her ears her own delight at witnessing the combat-and that some of her expressions lingered in the overwrought mind of the older woman.
Finally I planted within her clinging sheath the last fraction of my weapon. Breathing hotly, I lay upon her heaving, soft, warm belly-trying to spare her as much of my weight as possible. It had been no easy matter to penetrate this moist and warmly welcoming sheath so very solicitously-in order to give her ecstatic pleasure instead of tormenting pain.
And then, as our genital hairs mingled, a peculiar aspect of our embrace drew my attention. For whereas mother had been so sincerely appalled earlier at the idea of this incestuous union, she seemed not to dwell with frenzied joy upon that very feature of our lascivious encounter.
As I have indicated, it was necessary to almost rape her in order to penetrate her body at the outset, and it was only her daughter's detaining hands which made it possible. Yet here she was-smoothing my cheeks with fluttering hands, and babbling-
“Ohh! My son! My darling, darling son-fucking his own mother! Yes… yes-fuck your mother, Francis darling-is your huge, wonderful prick quite buried… is it-clear into my cunt? Ohhh-I'm fainting with delight! Look… Mary… how gloriously he fucks his mother-”
I was not much better as I stammered replies to her gasping rhapsodies.
“How lovely to fuck you like this, mother darling!” I whispered. “Your tight little cunt is squeezing my prick to death! I am all the way inside your body now! I will fuck you till you squeal for mercy! Did you enjoy it just now when I fingered your slit-when Mary showed it to me? Will you suck me, too, some time? I saw your lovely little breast the other day… and it made me so hot- hotter than ever before! But now I can see them both- the darlings! Ohh! Mother, mother darling… I'm coming… coming!”
You can see I was every bit as crazy as she was. And her voluptuous young daughter Mary-writhing nakedly by our side, with her fine eyes glowing with passion-listened to our babbling sensualities and was spending in a perfect ecstasy of joy.
There is no way of describing the marvels of that embrace. My mother's ecstasy was now silent-now furious — but without intermission. It was too much for the body to endure. My darling mother had already spent three or four time-when she suddenly gasped and fainted.
I was alarmed, of course, but Mary hurried to fetch her smelling salts and a glass of cold water. And mother soon was revived-to find me still buried within her tender body but regarding me with an anxious face.
Her eyes were dared and wondering at first-but as I moved my prick gently within her, she shivered and gave a gurgling rapturous exclamation. Her eyes fixed on my face-and her own face flared with joy.
“Ohh-Francis-God in Heaven… my darling-my sweet Francis!” she sighed softly.
And she was instantaneously in such feverish and joyful moment-advancing and withdrawing her white belly and jerking and palpitating in every fibre-that Mary and I realized that we must restrain her lest she injure herself upon the weapon which impaled her.
My sister Mary-beside herself with delight to find that although I had already spent profusely, I was not disposed to withdraw-was in ecstasies of pleasure over the scene she was witnessing. Lying back on the bed, her thighs widely parted, she was openly fingering her rosy, throbbing slit.
I think that my darling mother spent twice more before I came for the second time myself, deluging her cunt with my hot sperm. And now Mary was all solicitude-tugging at my mother to adjourn to the bathroom and a cleansing douche, so as to avoid any possible trouble.