A certain feminine caution overtaking her, however, she saw fit upon their arrival to conduct Vanessa and Hugh through the side entrance to the back of the house, which informality caused Vanessa's nostrils to twitch a little, since as all sensitive males are aware, there are certain silent communications that may be made between females which are rarely vouchsafed to the stronger sex.
Taking the flagged path and finding the first of two entrances locked, the three repaired to the back where bow windows gave way into the morning room. Incautious in search of her immediate pleasures, Margaret had failed to draw the curtains together there, for the gardeners were busy out of sight and she had seen to it that the servants were otherwise occupied, having told the maids that she desired to work quietly with her nephews in the room.
Such a sight as met the eyes of the three would-be entrants into the house, therefore, caused them to pause rigid, for Margaret was indeed working quietly, albeit in a way that none would have suspected. Her posture was her favourite one, for it was the first in which she had been coached in her distant youth. That is to say, Margaret had upped her skirts and-wearing no drawers-was sprawled over a small round table the edges of which she was able to grip with outstretched hands. Her feet were firmly spread on the floor and her dark-blue stockinged legs straddled to display the magnificently plump and fully-rounded derriere to which a delirious Freddy was giving first attention while George stood by with his trousers open, holding his own rigid cock in readiness for a second entry.
Mabel's eyes were not the only things that bulged in that moment wherein she and Hugh and Vanessa had come to a sudden stop upon the sight of this revelation through the panes of glass. Margaret being in semi-profile to the unknown spectators, Hugh for one could clearly if unbelievingly see his younger cousin's rigid penis urging back and forth in the deep furrow betwixt his Mama's glorious nether cheeks.
For a long moment the three stood breathing deeply but otherwise silent at the vision that was vouchsafed to them. Unable to resist, and having cast a knowing eye downwards at Hugh who stood between them, Vanessa casually brushed the back of her hand across the young man's growing erection.
Clasping his aunt's out-curving hips, Freddy was by then pumping her welcoming bottomhole with all the youthful vigour that he could give to the task, while with every inward thrust Margaret's knuckles whitened excitedly, her face laid sideways on the polished table top and hence bringing into her passion-blurred and greedy vision the sight of the other waiting and equally virile penis that in short order was to afford her a second spermaceous dosage such as would cause her bottomhole to froth the more.
'Ooh yes! Ooh Yes!' Hugh's Mama was distinctly heard to moan by the three silent witnesses whose own state of arousal became evident in the flushing of Mabel's and Va-nessa's faces and the increased pulsing of Hugh's stiff-standing cock which the latter female was by then more openly caressing through the cloth of his trousers.
'Ooof! Ooofl ooogh!' Freddy was meanwhile heard to pant.
'He is coming, I think', Vanessa whispered with a sense of self-possession that she could hardly credit in herself, and this remark caused Mabel to gape at her with prettily parted lips, though not for long, for the spectacle fascinated and disturbed her as much as it did the other two.
'Hah! Yes, oh yes! Do more, Freddy! I can feel it, darling, shooting up my naughty bottom!' came Margaret's cry, for the first ecstatic shoot of her younger nephew's cock had just lubricated her bottom, and his panting delight knew no bounds. Gritting his teeth as the narrow but receptive channel gripped him gratefully-hanging his head then and working his loins furiously, Freddy expended his sperm for the first time in a female aperture and was never going to forget the experience, no more than George who, upon the slackening exit of his brother's tool, hurriedly brushed him aside and took post himself, slewing his prick immediately up into the depths of Margaret's derriere and causing her to cry out in delight.
'Come away, dears' Vanessa uttered thickly, adding 'But we must be quiet. Have you a summerhouse to which we can repair?'
'Th… there, yes, beyond the shrubbery', Mabel choked. Her titties felt fuller than they had ever done before. Her lips were dry and a faintness seized her which caused the stiff-walking Hugh to cast his arm solicitously around her waist while Vanessa took her arm on the other side. Un speaking then they coursed across the lawn and entered the hexagonal garden room in which Vanessa was pleased to find an old couch.
'Mama! How could Mama…?' began Hugh in bewilderment while Mabel sat upon the couch and covered her face with blushing shyness.
'Oh, you have much to learn, you two', laughed Vanessa disarmingly and so much so that Mabel dropped her hands and gazed up at her in awe.
'But it is naughty!' Mabel uttered in bewilderment, even though Vanessa felt that she was bringing rather more shock into her voice than she really meant.
'Naughty is a word, Mabel, and people live by deeds, not words. Poor Hugh-do you see the condition it has got him into? Must I put it into words?' Vanessa asked and thereupon slung one arm comfortingly about his own slender waist and with her free hand openly fondled his erection in front of Mabel's eyes.
Chapter Eight
Vanessa's smile was so benevolent that both Mabel and Hugh appeared transfixed. Not only was her hand moving placatingly, urgingly, but to a distinct quivering and flushing from Hugh she had begun deftly to unbutton the front of his trousers, this gesture causing Mabel to cover her eyes once more, though-as Vanessa observed-she did not fail to peep through them.
'You must learn, darlings. Do you think your dear Mama was really being terribly wicked, or was she not rather doing what all grown-ups do whenever they can?' Vanessa was asking Hugh softly, the while that she slowly eased up the tail-front and brought the youth's straining penis to light.
'I… I… I…whoooo!' stammered Hugh who, being urged forward at the same time, found the rubicond head of his urgent charger within inches of his cousin's face where she sat.
'Oh! What are you at? We should not!'-this being, of course, Mabel's brief cry as she glimpsed the intruder more clearly through her forked fingers.
What Vanessa had learned, both through instinct and practise in the past few days, many young women take months or even years to learn. Within her vibrant form, however, had long lurked fires of passion which-the Vicar having caused to smoulder the more-had now burst forth in her with radiant desire from behind her previous shields of pride and stubbornness. Possessively, victoriously, she slid her hand down Hugh's pulsing weapon and grasped the root of it while gently smacking Mabel's hands away and then delicately pinching the girl's nose.
Vanessa would have had to admit that this little trick had been relayed to her by Mary who had suffered it-if such is the word-in her fifteenth year when she was first introduced to the cock. That it worked was indubitable, for while the girl's face was held, her mouth was also caused to open in order to take in breath.
'Suck it, Mabel, for then you will be the first to have given your cousin pleasure, my dear, and thereby will gain much yourself. Besides, it has a nice taste', Vanessa averred, though in truth she had yet to taste male sperm herself.
A great puffing sound came from Mabel, but too late, for Vanessa had already pulled Hugh forward a little more (with such ruthlessness as she often practised on her brother now) and inserted the crest of his pego between the girl's soft, open lips. Every effort thereafter on Mabel's part to shake her head was in vain. The meaty young shaft slid over her tongue, the distance of its entry being nicely judged by Vanessa who thereupon commenced frigging Hugh with all the allure that her fingers had so recently learned.