Chapter 5
From then on I was no longer jealous, and I could often spy on my mother and Gerty when they were together. For this sort of thing, I'm my father's daughter. I love to peep. Because people who don't know they're being watched, follow their worst instincts shamelessly. And my mother was like thatinventive, never having enough of pleasure.
Now I did not notice the defects of her body. I observed the antics of these two women's bodies, welded together, heads between thighs, mouth sucking at each other, fingers tearing at each other or caressing each other, masturbating in front of each other. All this through the eyes of the portrait, this look which was mine and also... that of my mother's father.
Gerty told me about her confession. After making the priest understand that she was the maid of his penitent, she really went to town. The priest was a man in the prime of life, about forty, red-faced, full of health and vigor, with a perverse glint in his insistent look. He was much too much of a man to be chaste as a priest must be. Thus, he easily fell into Gerty's snare, while continuing to play the comedy of an outraged priest, servant of God and consolator of souls.
Under the seal of confession, Gerty told him of the scene when she surprised my mother in the practice of her solitary vice. He questioned her naturally:
"And what effect did it have on you, seeing your mistress in such a position?" he asked.
"I felt upset, father."
"Moved?"
"Yea."
"Excited?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Did you propose immodest actions to your mistress?"
"Oh, no, father. I did not know whether..."
"But you had a desire to..."
"Yes. I could not help it after having seen that spectacle."
"I understand. What did you to then?"
"In my room... all naked, on a chair, bending over to look at myself between my thighs..."
"And you felt no shame about doing such a thing?"
"No, father. It felt too good. I was not thinking of the sin I was committing... I was only giving myself pleasure and voluptuousness, just like my mistress."
"And you had no immodest thoughts toward your mistress?"
""What do you mean, father?"
"The idea of amusing yourself with her did not occur to you?"
"Ob, yes! While playing with myself, I imagined myself lying on her bed together with her, completely naked, caressing each other and feeling happy... I always dreamed of having a friend like that."
"You have a very perverted soul, my child. And I'm afraid that sooner or later you will sucumb just like your mistress to this lubricious desire."
"I think so too, father, but it doesn't frighten me. Happiness lies in sexuality... There is no one better qualified than you to know it."
"You will confess yourself when there's need for it... But, perhaps it would be better if you came to my house for it. Here in the church, snatches of your confession might be overheard by this or that of my parishioners and..."
"I'll come Friday, father."
"Fine. I'll be waiting for your visit."
I too wen* to confess myself to the priest, without having to lie and without neglecting the slightest detail. The priest understood very well of whom I was talking. I was imagining how he was built. I imagined his prick which got an erection from each of bis three penitents, undoubtedly the most vicious ones that he had ever heard in his confessional. How could he act to calm himself? If he didn't do anything, he would continue to suffer the tortures of the damned, the poor man! I was also invited to his house for a more discreet, more intimate confession.
Through Gerty, I knew what happened during my mother's confession. After having heard so many times how his penitent masturbated, he wanted to see how it was done. My mother agreed to his request at once and showed her pleasure so much that his excitement overcame all his scruples, and he unbuttoned bis fly finally.
Breathless, his face brick red, he bent over his penitent, who was masturbating under her dress, and asked her to pull her dress up so that he could see better. She did not hesitate to comply as she was getting even more pleasure from his presence. Then1 he fell on his knees and kissed the thighs of the possessed woman. He asked her to continue and go to the bitter end of her sin... under his eyes.
When my mother's voice began to croak, he look his prick out from underneath his soutane. She was not yet through when he was spraying her on her belly, in her hand, and on her thighs with, a thick stream.
With Gerty, it went differently. He asked her if she was making any progress with her mistress.
"Yes, father, I walk in freely into her room while she is busy pursuing her pleasure. I smile at her and she calls me to her side so that I can see better."
"And you?"
"My hand under my skirt, father."
"Of course! It could not be otherwise."
The priest did not know what to do with himself. He was fidgeting on his chair and Gerty told me that she distinctly saw that he had a tremendous hard-on. She saw that he wanted to ask her, but did not dare, guessing dimly that Gerty was no as easily malleable as my mother. The latter could still leave the priest the illusion of venial sin, while
Gerty was female, vice ami lubricity personified.
Gerty admitted to me her secret pleasure during that scene. She loved to keep a man hanging on her lips and lusting after her because of the things she was confessing to him and because of that slit that was secreting under her skirt.
The priest could no longer control himself.
"Do you have the desire to do it at this very moment?" he asked...
"No," she lied. "No."
"How's that? After all you told me?"
"1 am not yet sufficiently... I would like to see something before that..."
"What would you want to see?" he asked, his eyes bulging, his body shaken by nervous jerks.
"Have you nothing to show to me, father?" she asked.
"What! You want..."
"Why not? If you have the desire to see me, couldn't I have the same obscene desire? What's sauce for the goose..."
"All right!"
The soutane was unbuttoned with miraculous speed. The turgid prick, thin in the shaft but thick at the tip, could be seen with the black cloth serving for background. The cock was swinging from the balls as swivel and a drop of sperm was trickling slowly down."
"It's lovely," commented Gerty.
"You think that it's... lovely?"
"Yes, you have a fine prick."
"Caress it," he begged.
"Why? I am sure that you do it often yourself... And I'd love to watch it."
"It's too shameful," murmured the priest.
"There is no longer such a thing as shame," answered Gerty, pulling her dress outrageously above her hips to encourage the man." Look, I have no modesty, no shame. Nor you, since you're showing me everything. And you have such a need to come. Why fight with yourself any more? The pleasure is there for you to take."
"You are the devil in person."
"A devil much more attractive than any god. Come on... Don't sulk... Look how it's palpitating... it too has a need."
"Stop torturing mc!"
"It's you who's torturing yourself because.. Come, I'm going to help you conquer this false modesty. Has any one ever taken your prick in their mouth?"
"No! Never!"
"In that case..."
Gerty knelt, opened wide her hot mouth and took between her lips the pricks tip. The prick stiffened even more, at once.
"My God! How good it is... your tongue passing over the opening... it's good! What a sensation! I would have never believed... Step aside because I'm going to... I can't hold myself back any longer... I'm coming..."
Gerty let his prick go and the priest uttered a cry of disappointment.
"Your turn now," she said, "I'm going to watch you closely and when the moment comes, I'll take your prick in my mouth again."
He could not resist. His hand touched her heaving cunt.
"That's it," said Gerty, who was again kneeling and was looking closely at the priest's prick. She always liked to look from close up how a man masturbated vigorously. The prick swelled some more and lengthened by an inch or so. Then she saw the first drop of sperm coming out. Rapidly she took the big cock in her mouth, while the priest continued to jerk off. Suddenly her mouth was full of odorous semen, with its stale and acrid taste, both at the same time.
When she had swallowed the last drop, she turned toward the priest and asked him fervently :
"Wasn't it good? And isn't the pleasure marvelous no matter what form it takes?"
"You are terrific," said the priest. "I have never met a woman who confessed in such crude terms the pleasure that she takes from others, the pleasure that she gives, the joys that she grants..."
"We are all completely a like in that respect," answered Gerty. "My mistress plays with herself hut she also wants to play with me. You love to listen to penitent women. You would love for me to make love with my mistress in front of you."
"That's true..."
"My mother's daughter is a lesbian. She loves to confess to you. It makes her burn inside, because she guesses that you are in the same state. To conclude, you'd love to see these three women naked in front of you, all close together and entwined together, doing the most foul, delicious, voluptuous things in order to raise you to the pinnacle of pleasure. Ah, I love to confess what's inside of me. I am a bitch and I know that all women are potential bitches, lesbians or cunt tappers... And all men ask only debauchery of them... There is respect only for the human race as a whole... As for individuals..."
It was thus that the priest and Gerty became accomplices. She told me the line of conduct I should adopt in front of the priest when I went to confession, and I admit that I took great pleasure in seeing him get a hardon and to feel him emptying himself into me. Because this pries! was the first man to fuck me in the ass. And it did not displease me at all... at all!"
One fine day I had to go to my lover for a new confession. I always loved to go there, because I could undress myself and let myself go to debauchery, which did not yet seem to me to be complete, despite my frenzied coupling with Gerty, despite my voyeur mania, despite certain afternoons during which I gave myself to North Africans with long cocks.
When I arrived at the priest's house, he seemed to me to be embarrassed. But as nothing can resist a woman... some minutes later he admitted that he was awaiting a visit from my mother, accompanied by Gerty. I was very surprised. Why did Gerty play me that sort of tricks? I had confidence in Gerty, but the thing intrigued me.
He asked me to hide myself, as there was no time for us two to do anything whatsoever. I hid, and several minutes later saw my mother and Gerty enter into the same room where I was.
There was evidently a parody of a confession-a torrent of words and thoughts expressed in crude terms. Then came the turn of equivocal gestures. But it was my mother who first got the train rolling. Saying that she could no longer stand this confession, she approached the priest and fumbled under his soutane.
Eyes blazing, she confessed how she loved her lover in the soutane and how she loved to look for his prick under this black skirt.
And while she caressed his prick, finally uncovered, Gerty kissed his ass under the skirt, bit the nape of his neck, kissed him on the mouth. I was jealous while observing them, yet I could not help but admire their unashamed libertinage. Undoubtedly I had a dim regret that I could not be an actress in this scene.
It wag then that I realized bow my mother had changed in so little time. She never was very pretty but now she looked all in, the circles under her eyes pronounced, her cheeks hollow, the legs and breasts much thinner, the back nearly bent.
It was an orgy!
First it was ray mother who tore off her clothes. At her instigation, Gerty followed her example. And when they were naked, they were openly vying with each other, showing their sucking talents to the priest, who was also underessing slowly.
I was furious. Gerty was all over my mother's body lapping her cunt without stopping, spreading her ass with her fingers and sticking them into her asshole...
I saw them come without restraint, without pretense, one in the mouth of the other and to shudder in their voluptuousness. I knew my mother; 1 knew what she was capable of. But here she seemed to me like someone else, completely in a frenzy, absolutely in the grip of salaciousness. She drooled with pleasure under Gerty, while she was drinking in the juice from her cunt. And she was coming with extraordinary intensity.
And after Gerty made her come several times, she put herself on her back and called to the man, who came toward her, his prick in his hand.
"Come and fuck me," she cried," come and screw me, you dirty lousy son of a bitch! I want to feel your cock in me."
And when the man thrust his prick in, I heard an inhuman bestial croaking. I was frightened by it. I saw her leap when the organ penetrated her, to throw herself toward it outrageously and to welcome it like God's blessing.
"I am filled up," she moaned. "Give! Give it to me good ! Deeper! Deeper still! Kill me with your prick... Oh, it's good to have it in my belly... I never bad it as good as today... More! Once again!"
The man was fucking her frantically, furiously, withdrawing as far out as possible and then ramming her with all his force. He'd go into her with a furious "Han!" each time.
All of a sound she shrieked. It was a sound that I will never forget. My mother's body relaxed like a spring and became soggy. Frightened, the priest took his prick out of her and looked at her. Then he bent over, glued his car to her breast and became pale. He began shaking.
"I believe that she is dead," he said.
Later, when all the trouble resulting from this frightful tragedy was smoothed over and behind us, Gerty confessed to me that she pushed my mother to abuse sexual pleasures with the hope that she would succumb to them. That is exactly what happened.
Since this confession, I looked at Gerty with a sort of admirative horror. And in the evening, when we were together in my room, we would have marvelous orgasms. This horror excited me to the highest degree...