“Mother had summoned up courage to let fall her robe, and standing there entirely nude, she was rubbing her inflamed bottom and twisting her head round in the effort to see it.
“For the love of heaven. Dot!” cried father. He sat up in bed-obviously unable to believe his eyes.
“If the light disturbs you I'm sorry!” said mother. “And I'm sorry too, to be in this condition. But I can't sleep. Something is burning my skin, I'm afraid. John- do you think the dye on that plush chair could be poison to the bare skin?”
My father's eyes were popping as he climbed out of bed and crossed the room.
“Don't apologize, Dot!” he said gently. “I've never seen you this way before. You're even prettier than I thought. What can I do to help you? Let me see-” He approached her diffidently but with glowing eyes.
“Oh! John-I'm so embarrassed!” sighed mother. “But — really, I can't get at it to see for myself what… the trouble can be.”
Father was endeavoring to appear matter of fact-he was probably afraid of alarming mother-who was so very modest that this was the first time he had ever seen her quite naked. Even now she was shrinking a little as he drew near.
“Don't be silly, Dot!” he breathed agitatedly. “It is your bottom? Good heavens-however did it get in such a state?”
“Why… I told you,” said mother hurriedly. “I sat on that plush chair quite a while this afternoon-I had taken a bath-and I had no clothes on… and-”
“It looks-I swear it looks as if you had a beating!” said father. “There is a lot of inflammation-perhaps some infection-we must throw out that chair!”
“His voice trembled as he knelt behind her-but not before all of us had noted a remarkable bulge in his pajamas in the critical spot. Mary squealed and squeezed my hand excitedly.
“Ohh! John!” protested my mother faintly. “Is it necessary for you to touch me-that way?”
“Certainly-” he muttered. “I have to find out just how for the inflammation has extended-and apply some sort of lotion. To think I had to wait for you to get poisoned to find out what a lovely bottom you have, Dot.
“Ohh, John-be as considerate as you can,” begged my mother. She was sighing now, and casting apprehensively shamed glances at the door, where she sensed we lurked.
“Both my parents were breathing hard. Father was sparing no spot on the two rosy mounds-and their intersection-in his fingerings. “My God, Dot. I could eat this!” he murmured, as he bent to kiss each rosy cheek warmly.
“For shame, John! You-you have never kissed me there-before. It-it's simply indecent,” she whispered huskily. But however shamed she may have been, she stood her ground valiantly. Not even when he now, with a soft gasp of longing and delight, thrust a hand between her legs from the rear, did she do more than stagger and sigh.
“The examination came to a sudden close. For as mother only trembled and sighed and clenched her thighs closely on his intruding hand, he suddenly rose to his feet. More master of the situation than he had ever been before with his modest wife, he caught her up in his arms and laid her naked loveliness across the bed. Her trim feet were upon the floor. He parted her legs. He sank to his knees between them. And for the first time I saw a man's mouth used to caress a woman's slit-and saw, too, how both of them were set on fire by the lascivious gesture.
“Ohh! My God! John-John!” wailed my mother, her voice thick with passion. “What a place to-to k-kiss- and 1-lick-! Have you gone mad? Ohh! How ashamed you make me feel!”
But despite her protests, she was writhing in ecstasy- under his lascivious caresses. And suddenly she gasped-
“Take me, John… have me-quick!”
Even though reluctant to abandon the rosy nook he was so deliriously caressing-and I gasped as I reflected what he would have thought if he had seen how that nook was occupied an hour earlier-he rose to his feet, unable to resist that plaintive call. He slipped off his pajamas. He fell upon my naked mother-who received him with a cry of delight.
“Perversely I could have wished to be right beside them-sucking mother's nipples while she underwent my father's hot assaults. I whispered this to Mary.
“Poor darling-show me… why, you're almost wild for it!” she whispered. “Feel mine-it's simply dripping! Here-can you get into me… standing like this and watching?”
We contrived it somehow, and we fornicated gloriously as we watched the proceedings on my parent's bed — which by that time had reached a culminating point.
Thereafter, I frequently slept between Mary and my mother. For on the plea that Mary was not completely recovered, mother often managed to leave father alone in his bed, and steal down the hall to rejoin us in Mary's bedroom and there they took turns.
I possessed them both alternately-and with indescribable delight Yet each was so solicitous of my health that they insisted on days of abstinence-and my virile powers seemed to increase as a result.
“Ohh!” said Rose faintly-speaking with difficulty- for she was busily rubbing her mossy nook on the naked thigh which she bestrode. “You didn't make a little sister or brother for yourself-d-did y-you?”
He shook his head-smilingly watching the contortions of her slender body and the quivering of her white, lovely nakedness.
“May I-m-may I… s-spend?” she quavered. “You have made m-me so t-terribly… passionate-I can't s-stop-please!”
He nodded his head. “By all means,” he said. “Don't think I want you to suffer for want of relief. I like to see you acting like a hot-blooded schoolgirl, Rose!”
“Or-or… but perhaps,” she panted, ceasing for a moment to rub her crotch on his flesh. “Would you- wouldn't you rather than I… that you-” she hesitated, with a gesture of pretty confusion.
He waited-looking at her quizzically. On her parted red lips there trembled, he knew, the fulfillment of his own prophecy that some day soon she would ask him to possess her lovely body.
Seeing his expression, Rose flared crimson — for she read his thoughts.
“I won't-I won't ask you!” she said feverishly… and thereby confessing what was in her mind. “Unless, of course-” she added hopefully, “you make me ask you… by violence!”
“I could take you,” he reminded her, “without either of us asking…”
“I know,” she whispered. “You could do-or make me do-anything you liked. And yet…” she wailed softly, “a few hours ago I was a free woman-who did what I liked-and took not the tiniest order from anybody.”
“Were you happier?” he enquired curiously.
“I don't know,” she murmured sadly. “At least-I was free. What-oh, what have you done to me? What have you made of me? And how have you done it?”
“I saw a chance to capture an unconsciously sensual and lovely woman whom I coveted!” he said softly. “If you only understood the joy I experienced in capturing you thus-you might face the fact that you are not entirely miserable over your new destiny. Do you, in truth — search yourself now… do you feel wretched over it all and wish to be free?”
Her fine, dark eyes were glazed. She had ceased to move on his thigh-and the sensual flames of her recent actions were subsiding. She tried to think-to answer him.
“I–I think, that I feel a sort of relief,” she said faintly, “to know that I am allowed no business or financial burdens any longer. And-you know how hot blooded I cannot help being toward you-and how fearfully passionate even your perverse control over me makes me.
“Yet-can all this compensate for a loss of my freedom which even now I do not fully comprehend? Why-Fm just a serf-not even daring to venture an idea of my own… save when you're in your present mood! Of course, it can't last-in the twentieth century and in civilization. It's just a strange dream.”
“Perhaps so-but you will not awaken from it until I permit!” he said. “And as for my present mood of lenience, perhaps you have misread that also. Put up your bare belly to me-to be slapped for those argumentative words… come!”