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“His hot kisses traversed this delightful valley from top to bottom, and then his tongue followed the same trail. His eager fingers parted the cleft further and he made the next discovery. 'Darling!' he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, 'you have no drawers on'!”

“Tremulously I uttered a little fib to the effect that I had been able to find no clean ones-but that I hadn't supposed he would be so horrid as to find it out.”

“He paid but little attention to what I said, for he had now drawn all my naked behind from the sheathing of silk which made just a frame for its two lovely cheeks.”

“He whispered, gloatingly: 'Ohh! How lovely your big bare bottom is! I could eat it, darling! Let me just kiss and bathe it a little'!”

“My shivering silence and failure to remonstrate gave him the permission he sought. And the boy, he was only twenty then, banqueted with mad felicity on the nudity he had uncovered. He kissed and licked and nibbled. His tongue even penetrated the cleft-and I sighed, panted and writhed in shame and ecstasy as I realized that he was licking all over the sides of the cleft and down into the depths of the valley which he had exposed with his errant fingers.”

“Worse was to come, if that were possible… worse and yet more delightful to the maiden that I then was. I had slowly sung forward on my face-and his lips and tongue foraged deeply at the very base of the luscious twin hillocks.”

“His questing tongue seemed to wish to intrude further — his face delved frantically… parting my legs somewhat. His tongue tip was maddening me with new thrills and throbbings. At length he succeeded in barely touching the lower end of the secret cleft But he could not yet attain his desire, and he caught me around the waist- slipping his hands beneath my loins.”

“Helplessly and weakly-too palpitant now to recognize his objective-I yielded to the urgings which placed me on my knees with my head on the back of the sofa. And now far more than the moons of my behind were at the disposal of his searching tongue if not of his eyes. I gasped and shuddered, and then wailed aloud with delight, as his tongue worked its way up between ray thighs.”

“Christopher's face was hotly pressed to the lower part of my bare buttocks. His tongue was thrusting into the more delicate nook between my thighs from the rear. And now it commanded almost the whole length of my secret cleft and could do with it what he willed!”

“He licked and licked-and I promptly went into such hysterics of rapture which were utterly unfeigned. The funds of passion concealed in the body of the girl I was then may be understood when I tell you that although in his present posture he could only lick the outer walls of my slit-an omission he more than repaired on other occasions-I spent in such frantic convulsions that he was quite alarmed.”

“I sank forward in a tangled, panting heap-hardly comprehending what had occurred. But the evidence of my bliss reassured him-and even informed him as to what had transpired. He gave a low cry of delight and triumph and on his knees he raised and parted my recumbent legs.”

“And now he must have obtained his first view of my little sexual nook-of the small pink cleft-to which he had brought such felicity. He cried out hoarsely at the sight and his tongue advanced to sip the dew which still came down to moisten the lips of my ardent slit. Eagerly he licked and caressed the orifice-which yielded more and more to his hot tonguings.”

“There… my darling Rose,” he whispered at last. “Did I bathe you nicely?”

“I could only moan a feeble 'heavenly' as I pressed my loins upward to seek just one more caress. But not all the words ever coined could have expressed the sheer rapture which I had just experienced.”

“We shall return to this topic later on, possibly. Rose,” said Francis Freeman, “for your sexual experiences are of enormous interest. May I recall to your mind, however, that we left your sturdy son lying naked on his almost naked mother on the bath-mat… that he was crowding down between your bare thighs, and was showing by licking and sucking your lips that he had inherited some of his late father's proclivities.”

“That was,” remarked Rose — sighing almost regretfully, “the very last time that I bathed my adolescent son — and indulged in this quasi-maternal freedom which we both relished so much.”

“For you see-I'm afraid I was nervously squeezing the boy between my thighs — and returning the ardent caresses of his lips and tongue. I was in an inferno of desire so intense that I quite forgot that it was my own son who was thus lying upon me.”

“But now I underwent a shock that brought me to my senses. For Lester-shivering with passion and delight- was now inspired by male instincts alone to attempt to rape his mother. His thrusting in between my legs had raised the short chemise which was now my only covering. His stiff prick thrust blindly upward as he kissed and hugged me. And it subbed thrillingly into my open crotch. Entirely unaware as he was of the usage of a woman or the yoking of the sexes, Lester continued to work bis loins and stab upward with his-with his big stiff prick.”

“His organ reached curling hair-the groove of my sex — even amid his frantic excitement the boy was aroused to a new curiosity. He drew back slightly from my naked body. His eyes fell upon my exposed sex, and all its intimate surroundings-for by this time I was bared half way up the belly.”

“Ohh! Lester-no… no… no!” I gasped and sobbed incoherently.

“His youthful eyes burned-his whole face glowed. I was in such a stupor of passion myself that I hardly realized what he was about or the extent of my nudity. He touched me — he fingered my secret opening. His fingers dwelt with delight on the treasures he had discovered.”

“How lovely, mother!” he cried ardently. “Even lovelier than your bottom! All this soft, dark hair-and the cute mound-and the rosy little opening.”

“I was trembling from head to foot-literally unable to move or to reply to him-rebukingly or otherwise.

“And now the boy was assailed with a new idea-and one which was older than the hills but nevertheless new to him.”

“Mother dear,” he coaxed. “Let me just see if I can't push my tassel into his darling place a little way?”

“I had taught him as a child to call that appurtenance of his a 'tassel'-though heaven knows it didn't resemble a tassel at this time. But under the throbbing of my pulses I heard him only vaguely, and I made no response to him.”

“And then suddenly he was upon me once more, in between my legs-trying to adjust his stiff member to the lips of my… of m-my c-cunt!”

“The shock sobered me from the sensual intoxication in which I lay. Suddenly I realized the horror of the whole situation. I wailed aloud and managed to scramble into a sitting position just as Lester had contrived to get the tip of his organ so placed that its pressure was beginning to expand the soft lips against which it was thrusting and throbbing.”

“It was a fearful wrench to both of us Conscientiously I could not blame the boy as much as myself. And now- for the first time-I entered into explanations about sexual facts about my son.”

“I told him that it was as man and woman-instead of as mother and son-that we had nearly entered into such an intimate embrace. I explained in some detail that it was thus that babies were made.”

“Then you and father made me that way?” he commented, very directly and somewhat embarrassingly.

“I flushed and nodded.”

“Then-since he made a son of you-why shouldn't I make a grandson for you?” he enquired ingeniously.

“So then I had to tell him of the conventional horror with which the world regards sexual relations between near relatives. I said that it would be a source of shame and regret to us if anything like that were to happen.”

“Why-I shouldn't feel in the least ashamed or a bit regretful!” he asserted. His boyish face had fallen but now it brightened with a consoling thought.