“Lester is so ignorantly hot after his beautiful mother, and Rose does so love to touch his stiff young prick and feel it against her naked limbs, that I am surprised she has not long since drawn him between her opened legs — and so taken her full pleasure with him.”
“It is a constant joy to me to watch them unseen during the bath hours. What a delightful sight it would be- this well-built boy and my handsome Rose with their naked bodies yoked in passionate sexual conflict.”
“With the passing away of Mr. Bolton I did not adopt his strange if well meant suggestions. In the grief and the disarrangement of our daily lives I even abandoned the bathing and petting of the boy, who was now very nearly fourteen.”
“But as the weeks passed-and I saw how disconsolate Lester became in the face of my gentle rebuffs to his demonstrative advances-as he pleaded that-'really he couldn't get at all his body when bathing alone'-I resumed my former habit of treating him as a child.”
“I shall not easily forget his delight when I at last consented to bathe him once more. He was naked in a moment-and advancing towards me for a kiss and a hug before entering the tub-showing me a prick which did seem more formidable than I had ever seen it before- probably thus aroused by the fact of his nudity before me, and the prospect of a renewal of his former happy frolics.”
“It appeared to me to be larger than his father's- a notion that so affected my senses that this bath became an essentially lascivious rite from its start to finish- having little or none of the carefree gaiety or tenderness with which I normally approached this maternal task.”
“All the white softness of his supple young body was of interest to me now. My fingers trembled as they touched his round bottom-they shivered as they penetrated the crevice between his pink buttocks in my customary test of the effectiveness of the manner in which I had dried him after the bath.”
“Lester sensed my nervous excitement. Both of us were unwonted silent and flushed. My breathing was hurried and my gaze kept wandering to the rigidity of the pink and uncapped shaft which sprang from what was by now a thick bush of sex hair.”
“I tried to take myself in hand, to overcome my stupid self-consciousness. I managed to laugh as I prepared to handle that formidable cock-and to murmur shakily that 'this naughty thing is bigger than ever, Lester, and so much more arrogant! Whatever can be the matter with it-answer me?'”
“It loves you, mother dear-and I guess it wants you to play with-“"he whispered in return.
“Already, while he was lying or standing in the tub, I had sponged and soaped those very demonstrative and disturbing genitals and had afterwards run a towel over them. But as the moment came for the 'finger drying' to which I had accustomed him, I was devoured by both eagerness and dread-dread of not being able to control myself to the decency which in these handlings I had been wont to show.”
“I seized the bull by the horn, so to speak-clenching my teeth in the determination to overcome this morbid desire of mine which sought to evict the innocence that I had thought presided over these functions.”
“And instantly, Mr. Freeman, I was in flames of passion-oh… pity ray womanly weakness-don't scorn me — I'm so ashamed, and you have made me tell you all these dreadful things.”
“There, there, dear lady,” he soothed her. “Don't worry so-be confiding-certain that I admire you more than ever…”
He gently stroked a lovely bare arm, and then the nape of her softly rounded neck. He was murmuring words which she could scarcely hear. To her surprise, the agitated Rose found herself liking the man-this brusque business man-who had never before seemed to her capable of attracting a genuine affection or of lavishing one.
That even now, in her confession, she was acting under what had been a cruel compulsion, did not seem any longer to cause her any detestation of Francis Freeman. And through the tears that filled her great dark eyes she glanced flushedly up into his face. It seemed almost to be tender-and not with the assumed benevolence which sometimes masked it.
That he was interested in hearing the narrative of her shame he made no attempt to conceal. His gray eyes glowed into hers with a fervor that caused her eyes to fall. She trembled a little-and discovered to her amazement, that he had drawn her head to his shoulder-and that she was letting it remain there-and allowing him to smooth her reddened cheeks very gently.
“You are interesting me immensely, dear lady, with your candid story,” he murmured.
“It… it's a very wicked story,” she whispered. “But I beg you to believe that I didn't realize its real and underlying wickedness until my relations with Lester-all of a sudden-were right out in the open.”
“It's all a part of life,” he replied. “And from life there is no escape but death.”
He was gently caressing a round, firm breast now, through the thin silk of her dress. Rose moved uneasily — shamed by the increasing familiarities which she was tolerating. Weakly she struggled to sit upright-but the arm about her neck declined to allow this. With a little sigh she permitted her head to be pillowed once more. But she whispered-
“Please, Mr. Freeman…”
“Pay no attention,” he said. “You are overwrought, and need to be soothed and consoled.”
The handsome, flushed woman breathed deeply, panted a little. It had been so long since a marauding hand had petted her sensitive bosom-not since her husband's sad death had she known anything like this.
From one swelling hillock to the other the caressing hand moved-petting very gently. And the man murmured “I dislike to hear you accusing yourself of wickedness, Rose, my dear…”
She trembled perceptibly at the increased familiarity of his address. Her lips opened-and closed again, as she sighed and yielded to the soothing yet infinitely exciting fingers which moved upon her breasts.
“You see it was not really wickedness,” continued his low voice. “It was perfectly natural that both you and Lester should have felt as you did-as your husband had hinted…”
As a finger pressed lightly but persistently upon first one and then the other of her taut nipples… which thrust up through her thin garments-Rose thrilled to his cool audacity. She was inspired now to confide in him fully-even to shock him, if that were possible-to titillate his senses by the fullness of her confession even as he was titillating hers by his soft caresses.
“But it was wicked, surely?” she whispered in a shamed little voice, “when I took my son's-balls-in one hand… as I did on the night I was telling you about-and deliberately let my other hand stray caressingly up and down his swollen prick!”
She heard him gasp over her gratifying bold words as well as over the mental picture of the scene which see had portrayed. He steadied his voice before replying.
“A lascivious gesture certainly-yet innocent in the sense that it was prompted by nature. And then…”
“Lester quivered from head to foot-looking at me with eyes shining with delight as well as surprise. Never before had I permitted myself to handle him with such an outspoken sexual caress. But even as I shivered with desire-I shrank back with shame as I realized what I was doing. I abandoned my fingerings-and retreated on my knees as he advanced… holding out to me temptingly his throbbing, rigid cock.”
“Mother is not quite herself tonight,” I stammered. “She didn't intend to do what she did then. She was just playing.”
“Ohh! It felt so marvelous!” he whispered. “Please do it again, mother darling-just once!”
“I shook my head. But when I saw him grasp his rod and as I had done, try to duplicate upon it the caresses I had given it, I started forward in alarm.”
“Never, never do that, Lester!” I cried. “You will make me very sorry that I ever played with you. You could injure yourself by such experiments. Promise me that you will never-pet yourself-in that way, when you are alone…”