“You're a darling,” stated Francis Freeman huskily. “And I think it makes you equally passionate now to recall all these things… and tell me about all of them!”
“Well… I have other things-to make me feel the way that you say I do,” she murmured softly. “For you are not being… very decorous now, are you?”
“I'm being very happy, at least!” he stated… and the smile which accompanied his words sent a little thrill through her, so that she stared up at him wonderingly and a responsive smile hovered on her pretty face.
She forgot for an instant that she was horrified and indignant at this man. She forgot that because she was for the time being dependent upon his favor if she were to escape ruin, he had not scrupled to compel her to play on his senses by her story of her secret life. She had become a teller of lewd and intimate personal experiences in order to please him, yet despite this she almost liked the man.
She refused to admit the real reason for her regard- which was that he had, with an imperiousness which did thrill her deeply, reawakened within her that sexual ardor which had been rigidly repressed in her lovely body for so many years. And mingled with the intense shame of being forced to do his will with regard to telling her story, and accept such sensual and intimate caresses as he pleased to give her, was an inner glow of intense and voluptuous pleasure in her sharp humiliation.
Freeman buried his lips in her warm, soft neck… and he distinctly felt her tremble as he did so. “Co on with your story, my dear Rose,” he murmured. “Your future husband then showed he could suck as well as lick?”
“He sucked my maiden nipples…” she whispered- almost as if in soft complaint. “And I think that at this point the modest and retiring virgin really awakened. And she never really went to sleep again, I am afraid.”
“I quivered and sighed as he drew gently on my bare breast. Reckless of what he might think of me, I bared to him my other breast also. And I sat there… naked from the waist up-beside him on the sofa. He stared at me in utter and speechless disbelief… incredulous that the shy maiden could actually have been led to display her lovely body thus. Then he caught me to him, and his lips took possession of my tender mounds which had never before experienced a male touch of any kind.”
“And now I am afraid that, in order to continue to be truthful as well as frank with you, I shall have to now portray myself in a new and not very seemly light. For the shock to my sensibilities of having actually shown to my fiance the whole of my torso quite naked seemed to mingle with the progressive agitation which I was deriving from his very strange caresses and serve to bring my own youthful desires to the surface-and cause them to blaze forth in quite unwonted style.”
“And thereafter, Mr. Freeman, I fear I was in some sense the temptress and the 'teaser' when alone with Christopher. The sucking and the lickings applied to my already well grown breasts had thrilled me to the core, and since it was my own self exposure which had brought this about, I was tempted to continue the process and seek new thrills.”
“With this notion fermenting in my mind I advanced from boldness to audacity in his regard. A curling leg thrust up under me served to draw my skirt upward and disclose some inches of bare thigh. I myself pretended not to notice this display of nudity-but my fiance did- and at once claimed the privileges which he had already taken with other parts of my youthful body.”
“I murmured in shame-and that shame was in some ways real… and I expostulated softly and plaintively — and that expostulation was not real at all. For I was enamoured from the first by his hot kisses on the nudity I had then exposed, and soon ceased to make any further plea for forbearance. And with careless fingers I twitched from time to time at the silk of my skirt, and thus afforded the excited Christopher fresh fields to conquer.”
“I was wearing short wide-legged drawers… reaching not more than half way down my thighs. And Christopher's lips attained the lace edging of this garment upon the exposed leg. He glanced up at me-as if dimly aware that it was by my compliance that so much of my soft flesh was at his disposal.”
“His face was radiant and his eyes radiant and his eyes were glowing with passion. As for myself, vibrating as I was with the ecstasy caused by his nibbling and licking of my flesh, I was flushed and quite unable to meet his gaze. He was kneeling before me with closed eyes, as if only half-conscious. I drew out the leg from beneath my rump-and extended that like the other… to his caresses.
“Christopher did not fail to take advantage of the new charms thus offered to him. Both of my thighs as far as the lace of my drawers was thus at his disposal. And he kissed and nibbled and licked the soft flesh inside my tender thighs, raising or parting the limbs in order to reach regions he had not yet visited.”
“I allowed all this-with no more than an occasional long drawn and quavering sigh.' I hardly think I could have said a word… so palpitant was I at being ministered to in this exciting manner.- I saw his nostrils flare-I suppose some sexual aroma had reached him and so increased his agitation.”
“I saw him gaze intently towards the spot where my gown was raised sufficiently to disclose the intersection of my drawers. Fortunately or unfortunately, they were of the closed variety, for I think I would have fainted, in spite of all that I had condoned, if he had at that time been able to see my secret parts.”
“And yet I had sufficient pity for his obvious regret to surreptitiously pluck towards the legs of my drawers so as to offer him fresh territory when he resumed his caress. Presently he had both thighs right to their tops at his mercy, and his busy tongue foraged wherever it could reach, until I was once more moaning and sighing with delight.”
“Yet again I was overcome and conquered by another more capricious and licentious thought. Even in the solitude of my bedroom I blushed scarlet as I discarded my drawers. For according to the code of the countryside, none save a lost girl could be in the presence of any male when she was without this chaste garment, even if completely swathed otherwise in clothes. But I had a reason — a morbid reason-for wishing to omit my undergarment on this occasion.”
“I had discovered a light, discarded but quite presentable skirt in the back of my wardrobe. And in the rear of this skirt was a deep plaquet slit. I smiled to myself as I saw this and was smitten by a sudden inspiration.”
“Suppose that a girl… I said to myself-had carelessly forgotten her drawers while wearing this skirt? Suppose the girl were I-and suppose that Christopher were with me when a sudden movement on my part disclosed a prominent if rather reprehensible part of my anatomy through that cleft in my clothing-”
“I gasped with delight over the idea. Already I was in my underwear-about to dress for his evening visit. I saw my flushed face in the mirror-and the die was cast. I carefully enlarged the opening in the plaquet with a pair of scissors, and donned the skirt, having drawn up my short chemise to a point where I knew it would not obstruct the view which I intended to afford my fiance that night.”
“I moved to and fro before the mirror, and turning my head over my shoulder I noted the effect. I saw that at my least movement there was a white flash which even the dumbest of men would realize was not the white on linen slips or silk undies. And if I stooped over a bit it opened to a really exciting extent. I even held the slit open with my hands, gratified if slightly horrified to note that now almost my entire bottom was presented through the opening.”
“Even though it had been tacitly assumed between us that my fiance was at liberty to offer his caresses to any part of my anatomy which was bared to his eyes, that fact did not constitute an effective passport to whatever regions he might have once visited. For instance, although he had once had me unclad from neck to navel it did not follow that he could visit my bosom with his caresses whenever be might so desire.”
“So he always waited until I myself, overcome with desire to feel his tongue and lips and fingers caressing me in other spots than my face and arms and neck-would, with languorous shame and apparent unconsciousness of what I was doing, commence to expose myself in the region which longed for his caresses.”
“And thus, this evening, when flushed and horribly self-conscious of the nudity beneath my skirt, I joined my fiance in the parlor, I had plenty of time to decide on how to commit the unmaidenly act which I contemplated. So at last I whispered softly: 'Your tongue is lovely, my darling. It's like warm, moist velvet on my skin. I love to have you bathe me as you wish-and to feel you even suck my flesh. Shall you-bathe my bosom after we are married… just as you did the other evening?”
“He almost groaned with delight at the thought, and then whispered shakily that he would bathe my very feet — my toes… with his tongue. He could show me now how he would do that, and how delightful I should find it. And he looked meaningly at my short skirt and my slender legs, clad in the very thinnest of silk hose.”
“To encourage him, for before undertaking my experiment I wished him as wrought up as possible. I silently rolled my stocking down to the ankle. And I flushed as I then submitted my bared limb to his lickings and tonguings-until for the first time he pleaded with me in words to grant him a further exposure than I had already made — I pretended to think it over.”
“He begged me: 'Mayn't I have this darling foot bare — for just a little moment?”
“I bowed my head in assent. And he gasped with great pleasure as he drew off my shoe and almost reverently bared my foot by removing my stocking. Later I was to discover the hot desire which my naked feet could arouse in him. For many a time I have sat there reading a book while he caressed and licked my bare foot before promenading it over his exposed and rampant prick.”
“But now his breath was hot upon my toes-and his lips and tongue also. I was glad now of the immaculate care I had always given my girlish feet and toes and nails. And I was amazed to find how thrilling to my senses were his fervent caresses on my pedal extremities. I was wrought up now to the pitch which gave me courage for my incredible and indecent experiment in testing his complaisance.”
“I sighed-moaned gently… laughed hysterically- and wrested my foot from his hands with a little jerk. And I drew the leg upward, rolling upon the sofa in such a disorder that my skirt mounted more than a trifle. So I crouched there, panting, upon one side, with both knees drawn upward. I could almost feel that tong slit in the plaquet part slightly.”
“I heard a low gasp from Christopher. Then his fingers trembled on the opened cleft of my garment-which may have revealed at the moment some six inches of white and tender flesh of my left buttock.”
“My darling… my beautiful darling-” he gasped, as he pressed eager lips to my bared backside.
“I exclaimed in shame and agitation-fairly groaning with excitement as I felt his tongue on my bare rump.”
“What… what are y-you d-doing, Christopher? I sighed, as I moved uneasily beneath his caress.”
“He murmured: 'Darling, the slit in your drawers must have opened a little-right under the opening of your skirt. I'll fix it for you in a moment-but first… just let me kiss you there a little'.”
“I sighed with shame-and with a subtle pleasure, too. I babbled whisperingly about it being so disgraceful… for him to see me in such a spot. But my lack of real resistance seemed to empower him to indulge his senses as he wished. Already he was lavishly licking the soft flesh curving down to the base of the buttock. And his questing face and mouth were gradually widening the opening.”
“I shivered with a strange intoxication, though I was quite silent now, have for my feverish breathing. And his lascivious nibbling of the soft and abundant flesh thrilled me unspeakably. Christopher was making further discoveries now. Already his caresses had parted my dress to the point where the vertical cleft between the two mound was exposed to his eager eyes.”
“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.
“Anyhow,” he said, “so long as we can play around like this together without my clothes on, I shan't mind so much not being able to do what I wanted to do with you. May I see you all bare, mother, now? I never have, you know-though I've seen such lovely parts of you.”
“I told him that it was impossible. I broke to him the news that I could never bathe him any more. I did not conceal from him the fact that I had longed to give him his way with me-and that to refuse him my body had been perhaps the hardest thing I had ever had to do.”
“I said that it had all been my fault-but that from now on we were going to live the normal lives of an affectionate mother and son. And in the course of a few days he became cheerful and boyish again.”
“But after a time I became conscious that he was making stealthy efforts to obtain those peeps at my unclad body which I had refused him. I scolded him about it once or twice, and then bluntly accused him of trying to peep through the keyhole» f the bathroom and bedroom doors to see me undressed.”
“He admitted it, and said that he was so troubled with his dreams about what he had already seen-that it all seemed to him that he simply must see me just once stark naked.”
“I was touched, of course-though rather as a mother — than as a woman. I asked him if he thought that this queer yearning which troubled him would vanish if I allowed him one brief look of the thing which he had in mind?”
“He thought it would, he said. And I had so far subdued my own senses in regard to my relations with Lester, that it was with no thought of any danger to myself that I set about my plan to give my young son that 'treat' I hoped would finally cure his persistent craving.”
“It was late evening-almost our usual bedtime-when we had our chat. And I told Lester to come from his room when I had taken my bath and gave him a call-and that he should stand for just a moment in my opened bedroom door and… look at me!”
“I had thought myself quite unmoved as far as the sexual element was involved-yet I did tremble a little as with the lights brightly shining and the bedroom door wide open, I undressed for the deliberate purpose and full intention of showing myself completely naked to my virile young son.”
“My nervousness increased as, after removing my shoes and stockings, I drew my final garment over my head. I was shaky-and no longer with concern over the welfare of my son. Picture yourself as a woman for an instant-and then imagine yourself stripped to the skin by your own hands in order that your own child might gaze on your nakedness-and you may be able to realize the way in which I was moved.”
“Nevertheless, I went through with it. I imagine that the low call which I contrived to utter was rather shaky and husky. Never had I made such an effort before. But the lad-probably already waiting in the passage in his bathrobe beard it and arrived at once.”
“I saw him standing there in the doorway-with his hand clenched- his usually merry face pale with excitement and delight. He appeared to be awed into silence.”
“I was facing him as I stood there-all my body outlined and its nudity emphasized by the glow of the lights. My own emotion was enhanced by his. I managed to smile at him, however-and try to restore by some tremulous remark the equanimity of both of us.”
“You certainly can see me more clearly than in a dream now-can't you, dear?” I jested. “Take a good look and put an end to these visions. For this is the first and last time that you will see your mother in her… birthday clothes. It shall be complete this time, though. Have you seen me enough in front? Then-see the rest!”
“I turned slowly round as if on a pivot. I was flushed scarlet and breathing heavily. I stood now revealing all my rear nudity to the boy. On the thick carpet his feet made no sound, and I had no inkling that he had left the doorway until I heard a little gasp just behind me.”
“He was directly behind me, and had fallen silently on his knees. His arms were about me-one hand on my loins and the other upon my mount-and his hot lips were….”
“I staggered on my feet-overwhelmed with growing agitation. Yet still he did not lick-perhaps did not even comprehend that the tongue might participate in the conquest of the female body-he only kissed… hotly, wildly, anywhere and everywhere upon the twin rotundities of my quivering buttocks.”
“Struck dumb at first, I appeared also to have been struck motionless. The fervor of his kisses thrilled me from head to foot-and the hands by which he held me on my belly and bush-did nothing to allay my agitation and emotion.”
“He rose at length-but it was to hug me violently from the rear-with both hands grasping my taut breasts as I managed to stammer breathlessly:
“You wicked, wicked boy — you are breaking your promise to me!”
“But I didn't promise anything, mother darling!” he said desperately.
“Well, you are being very disobedient anyhow,” I cried — “you are grieving mother very much… and making her sorry she tried to be nice to you.”
“I can't help it-ohh! Mother… I can't help it!” he wailed huskily. “You are so lovely-I just have to hug you and-kiss you all over!”
“I managed to twist my body in his encircling arms- for his fingers caressing my nude breasts were driving me frantic with an emotion which I must at all costs hide from him. As I turned, I felt his rampant staff rubbing across my hips, my buttocks, my thighs.”
“In all truth I had escaped from Scylla to Charybdis. For as I stood face to face with him and still in his arms — panting and weak with desire to yield to him that which he so much coveted, he was able to kiss my throbbing and passionate breasts-drawing their taut nipples between his lips-in a caress which set me aflame.”
“There was milk there for you once,” I faltered-trying to restore calm to the situation, and hoping to withdraw from his clasp. “But there is no longer any left!”
“This is something far sweeter than milk,” he insisted, as he sucked hard on each nipple and tickled it with his hot tongue.
“Then, with a little gasp, he slipped to his knees. With encircling hands he took both my buttocks in a nervous grip so as to maintain me in position. He kissed my naval and pressed his lips fiercely into the little dimple-and then his mouth descended to the curling hair which only half disguised my sex.”
“In delighted dismay-overcome by the emotions which now possessed me-I found myself unable to struggle free from the strong arms which held my naked body so deliriously.”
“Lester's lips were pasturing furiously in my genital grove and on the plump mound which the curling hair concealed. I swayed and tottered on my feet, and my closely pressed thighs must have yielded imperceptibly. For he gave a cry of delight and triumph…”
“There it is-the beauty-I can just see a bit of it- the little pink crack…** he gasped thickly. “How I love it-how I've dreamed of it! Let me, mother… I will — I must-kiss it!”
“Moaning with passion now, as much as with shame and keen distress that my experiment had failed thus disastrously, I could not avoid the contact with his lips on which his heart was set His taut arms held me bound to him. His flushed face pried its way to the treasures it sought-parting my soft thighs in its advance.”
“He withdrew his face a few inches-but his hands on my rear did not permit me to close my thighs-which he had gripped firmly to hold separated. With a sigh of pure ecstasy which shook him from head to foot, he scanned all the soft treasures of my nakedly displayed cunt for a long moment.”
“And then-my God! How his kisses burned me-his kisses on my-on m-my cunt… that shot burning hot tremors right throughout my sex! With face turned upwards I moaned out quivering pleas for forbearance- but in his present state of mind my son did not know the meaning of the word.”
“But the intolerable situation was to become worse yet. Whether the instinct was inherited from his father I cannot tell. But Lester's tongue entered into play. Along the crevice of my already pouting cleft it journeyed ardently. In a sensual lethargy I stood for half a minute enduring the thrills of this caress.
“Enduring it-” I say, but actually I was vibrant from head to toes under the ineffable rapture which his tongue was provoking within me! I was, indeed, on the verge of spending… for now he had brought his hands into play — and parting the lips of my slit with his fingers, he had thrust down with me as far as his stiffened tongue could reach…”
“Even though I was thus released from the arms which had bound me, I seemed unable to move a muscle to escape this glorious persecution. But suddenly, as Lester's tongue ceased to seek the hot depths of my cunt and dwelt instinctively instead upon the tip of my throbbing clitoris I realized that in another instant I should be spending helplessly into the mouth of my adoring son.”
“With an effort that rent me through and through, I forced my hips away from that lascivious caress-though only a few inches. Convulsive jerkings had seized my muscles-my body seemed no longer my own. I gasped in delirious agony and tangled my fingers in the boy's mop of curling hair, clutching the dear head to me in frantic passion.”
“His tongue darted at me in a final thrust-my cunt gaped open to receive it-and my hips jerked to and fro as I spent in a torrent that flooded his caressing tongue — and creamed over his lips and down his chin!”
“Astonished though he was at this sudden culmination to our embrace, Lester seemed instinctively to know how to receive it, for he swallowed frantically and passed his hot tongue deep into my quivering cunt so as to suck forth any lingering drops of my love-dew.”
“I felt as though his caressing mouth was drawing down my life itself from my quivering loins-my thighs and legs gave way under me-and I sank in a crumpled heap of naked femininity on the floor beside him-clutching his dear body fiercely to me and covering him all over with devouring kisses.”
“There, Mr. Freeman, is the true story of how my darling Lester seduced his foolish mother… and sucked her off… are you satisfied now-and will you-let me go… please?”