Chapter 3
Gwen stayed not more than overnight before a carriage came to fetch her back, which fact occasioned my frustration to rise, for I could not conceive myself as attempting Emily or Harriet, while of the servants I ever had the curious thought that they might all be dirty beneath their clothes whereas ladies of the higher classes bathe frequently and so keep themselves fresh and their cunnies and bottoms more tasteful. In the light of what was to occur eventually, this idea seems to me now odd in the extreme, save that I was fastidious in such matters where strangers were concerned and was forever washing my cock and balls as though to prepare myself for some delightful occasion.
Idling about the house one morning, I ruffled among some tools I had found in a box and there alighted upon a gimlet. Therewith I thought immediately of the wall of the linen cupboard which, abutting my parents' room, was but made of timber. Such constructions were then common, being devised perhaps by builders after the architect had left the scene, or were the result of minor alterations. What I now intended seemed to me very simple and yet utterly daring, for it occurred to me that were I able to bore a hole in the partition, I would be able to see within.
A conscience seized me at this, and yet I cast it aside. Much had been made during that orgy of my mother removing her drawers, as also Selina's, and I yearned to see her thus, perhaps completely naked or half so. Thus did I wrestle with such thoughts while twirling the gimlet in my hand. It would leave sawdust on the floor, I told myself, and perhaps some within the bedroom where my mother might see it or a maidservant chance upon it.
Even so, the idea became stronger in my mind. The servants by mid morning had finished their work upstairs and thence I ventured. No one was about and in a trice I had let myself into the cupboard, though dropping the gimlet in the process, which caused me to forget myself and curse loudly. Bending down in the somewhat confined and dark space, I searched for it with my fingertips, finding much dust but no gimlet, though I was angrily convinced that by its very shape it could have scarce rolled far. A shelf above me being forgotten, I then bumped my head-such being the comedy of the occasion-whereat to my dismay I then heard footsteps and my mother appeared, gazing at me in considerable astonishment.
"What on earth are you doing?" she asked while I, rising, bumped my head yet again. Having nothing else to say, I could only mumble that I was looking for something-a detail she did not fortunately pursue, remarking only that whatever it was I would not find it there.
"No, how silly of me, I thought it was a different cupboard," I stammered and came into the light.
"Oh, do brush yourself, you are all dusty, Harry," Mama said, then turning about-and having evidently been in the bedroom when I thought her downstairs with cook-added, "I am going out now. If you wish to drive with me you may, for the coachman is with your Papa and the stable boy is busy. You are able now to handle the reins, I am sure, and we shall not be long gone."
Rather eagerly, and glad of my escape, I assured her that I was. A cold chill ran through me at the realisation that I might well have been boring a hole while Mama was moving about the bedroom and would have spied the operation, causing all such plans as I might have for the future to go awry. Descending to brush my boots quickly, I waited for Mama, who finally descended looking perfectly radiant in a new blue gown and a large feathered boa of the same shade. Accompanying her out to the drive. I took her warm hand as she settled into the small open carriage and felt a distinct thrill from doing so. Her hands were small and delicate, the fingers subtly tapered and much beringed.
"Shall Selina come again soon, Mama?" I asked by way of conversation as we set off.
For this remark I received a curious glance, since there oft seemed to be an unbridgeable gap between those of below twenty and those of thirty and above.
"I believe she may. Do you like her then?" Mama asked with a laugh which caused me to blush somewhat fiercely-perhaps because I thought there was something taunting in her tone, though she did not mean it to be so and it was my own conscience that placed the thought there. I recovered myself, however.
"She is quite lovely, is she not?" I responded solemnly.
"Indeed, and is much admired for it by many. Her mother is Spanish and from there she gets her looks. Of course, I forget sometimes that you are growing up and might notice such things," Mama remarked a little slyly as our two-in-hand trotted on with harness jingling down the lane. Not knowing how to reply to that, I asked then where we were going since we would soon encounter the highway.
"Really I do not know," confessed Mama to my astonishment. The truth is, Harry, that the dreadful curate is to pay a visit at any moment and I really do not wish to see him. Were I at home it would seem a perfect sin to have it said that I am not," she continued quaintly. "He is such a bore, though he means not to be. Let us drive round by the meadows, and by the time we are back, if we take then the longer route on our return, he will be gone."
None of this occasioned me disappointment, for the day was fine and warm and I could scarce recall when Mama and I had been alone before for years. I could see now why she did not wish the stable boy to accompany her, for then she might have been forced out of discretion to make a visit as boring as the one from which she had escaped. Also it gave me a little insight into her character that I had not suspected, for it had never occurred to me that she might be bored in the presence of other adults.
"There is a little inn towards Hatherden, Mama, where if you are thirsty we might stop awhile and take a drink," I said of a sudden.
"How strange they would think it if we did," she laughed, for she was scarce unknown in the district and at such places only common travellers or locals of the lower orders went to drink there. Why such a fancy took me, I know not. Perhaps yet in my mind lurked the thought that we might yet otherwise encounter the curate, which would have been embarrassing for all. Since Mama had not entirely refused the idea, I wended the horses there in due course after only smatterings of desultory conversation between us.
Seeing that we were coming upon it after some twenty-five minutes of travel, Mama observed that I might fetch her a glass of wine and bring it out to her.
Reigning the horses in at some distance from the inn as might please her, I jumped down and, entering the low-ceilinged place, was met by some curious looks when I called for two glasses of port. Naught being said, however, save for the courtesies of exchanging money for drinks, I bore the large brimming glasses outside and saw beyond that Mama was engaged in conversation with a lady who had drawn up beside our carriage on horseback.
As I approached across the rough graveled road, I saw the unknown more clearly, and truly in that first moment she looked as superb a figure of womanhood as anyone might wish to see. A tricorne hat rested upon her dark hair, which was drawn back in a bun. Her skin appeared faintly olive tinted but otherwise of such clarity that it seemed as if illumined from within. A black velvet jacket being fashioned tightly to her torso and waist permitted me to see the superb development of her breasts, while as to her bottom, clad as she otherwise was in a long, pleated black skirt, it jutted out upon her saddle in a perfect magnificence of womanhood. Her features were finely shaped, being oval of shape and with a full rich mouth and large liquid eyes. I judged her about thirty-five, or less.
Before I reached the carriage she had flicked her horse's rump with her crop and was gone, leaving a little cloud of grey dust and the vision of her magnetic eyes that gazed all too briefly as it seemed upon me, though without a flicker of greeting.
Entering the carriage with some awkwardness in order not to spill the port, I settled myself beside Mama and noticed that she was gazing after the lady. Handing her a glass, I enquired who it was.
"Her name is Davina, though I knew her little. She has visited but once. A strange woman, though very beautiful," Mama said reflectively and then sipped her port.
"Strange?" I inquired, feeling it odd to think that we had never talked in this way of anyone and that in many respects this drive had provided us with our very first conversation other than the bits and pieces that are normally spoken domestically and which amount to little more than casual remarks.
"Yes, but I cannot explain it. What a strange effect she has on one. It is said that others have thought so. She acquired Lavender House some two years ago and must perhaps be separated or divorced since no one has seen a husband nor heard of one. Really, what large glasses these are," Mama laughed, as if to divert herself from her thoughts. Thereafter we drank a little pensively. The port wine was unexpectedly quite excellent and no doubt had stolen its way past some Customs House at some time as many good barrels were said to do.
Having quaffed to our content, I returned the glasses and we resumed our drive until Mama became tired of the bumping of the carriage and I drew in off the lane to a grazing spot which led into a group of trees and foliage whence the ground then rose towards fields.
Assisting Mama down-for we had agreed to rest awhile in the shade-I noticed that she appeared rather restless in her movements. I had little doubt in fact that she wanted to pee, and it was in fact so, for she said I must excuse her.
"Do not follow me for I shall not be a moment," she said and made off into the trees while I secured the reins to a low branch. An immediate trembling then seized me, for I more fully sensed-or visualised-what she was at and that her drawers would soon be at a tumble. The moment was irresistible, I confess it. Quite unable to prevent myself, I stole forward in the direction she had taken and with madly beating heart saw her hesitate in a little clearing. At that I ducked down behind a shrub, for she looked about her first and then, being satisfied that all was still and quiet, began to gather up her skirt.
An open circle in the leaves of the shrub permitted me to see all. Half facing in my direction as she was, I saw her calves, her rounded knees, uncovered, and then the gleaming white glory of her thighs, which were spangled halfway up by the prettiest of pink and blue garters. For a moment then she appeared to hesitate, though her hips wriggled all the more and the hem of her skirt hung maddeningly in a little loop just sufficiently to hide her treasure.
The very holding of my breath threatened then to suffocate me, for the waiting seemed truly unbearable. Then her skirt was gathered fully up, wreathing its soft folds about in curving hips. She wore no drawers! Ah, the revelation of that moment-her rapturous thighs, slender calves, her white smooth belly, and withal, the thick dark bush of curls about her cunt. I all but swooned at the sight, permitted also as I was by her posture to view the gleaming orb of her naked bottom in profile.
A strange look then appeared to come over Mama's features, for she licked her lips once, not crouching as I thought she might, but widening her stockinged legs and bending her knees while from the rolled lips of her pussy there came a fiercely hissing stream of urine, golden in its splashing and its tumbling, sparkling upon the grass in a thousand glittering droplets while I-unable to control myself-released my suddenly stiff and aching cock and rose in full view of her.
As by some instinct in that moment, Mama turned her face slightly and saw me. How voluptuous she looked I despair of describing. Her face being slightly flushed, her lips were parted in the most appealing manner, her white teeth gleaming, her belly thrust slightly forward as she pissed with her cunt-lips parted in the manner of a split peach.
In that first meeting of our eyes-she utterly abandoned in her open-legged posture and I with my cock proud and offered to her gaze-she appeared as if petrified, the last little stream ejecting from her, for women ever seem to piss more powerfully than men as I have often since observed.
The space between us was but two yards. Not meaning consciously to move, yet I stumbled forward. Mama appeared incapable of moving or even of covering herself. Her lips opened wider. I feared perhaps that she might scream and that some passing rider or rustic might then come upon us. In a flash, maddened with untold delights, I was upon her. She fell with a cry, almost escaping my grasp and rolling with me beyond the circle of wet in such manner that as she moved upon her belly so I Utterly clambered upon her back and bared bottom and held her there with my cock pounding fiercely at the deep cleft of her cheeks.
"Ah, Harry, stop! Oh, you devil!"
I could not. No power on earth could have made me do so in that moment. Bulging up under me, the glorious resilience of her large bottom seemed to pulse in concert with my cock whose knob settled itself tightly in her groove. Her hands clawed at the grass while I, resting my hands on her shoulders, kissed her neck wildly.
"You bad, bad boy-oh, you bad boy!" was all she seemed able now to say, while for my part I could only stutter "Mama, Mama!" experiencing all the first ecstasies of contact between us as I was.
"Let me go-let me up. Oh, Harry," she whimpered. Perhaps she would have tried to thrust me off had not a first slight movement from her caused my swollen crest to rub even more desiringly between the fat cheeks of her bottom. I groaned, and the very sound seemed for a moment to appease her with its beseeching for she quivered and lay still, perhaps expecting me then to rise.
Softly then, when finding me unmoving, she began to cry. In any other circumstances I would have leapt up horrified and perhaps run from the very sight of her, had I been the cause of her tears. It was the very nature of her sobbing, however, that served only to raise my desires, for there ran through her a strange little shuddering that told me that all was not despair, nor most certainly shame.
Moving off of her gingerly and rubbing my rigid cock therby all over her glorious derriere, I rolled her upon her back and found her limp, her mouth open in little bubbling sobs, her eyes appearing glazed. Uncovered still as she was, her aspect was one of the utmost voluptuousness, her sturdy and beautifully curved legs open and flat upon the tussocks of grass, the lips of her quim delicately parted in their shrouding of curls.
All time in that moment, it seemed, had ceased. I bent over her and regarded her lovely face. Still sobbing in little rippling sounds, she returned my gaze and yet appeared not to see me. I had the uncanny sense that she was looking through me as to some otherness, and yet she now lay perfectly still on her back as I bent to kiss her. Her mouth received mine; I felt her arms stir and yet they moved not, the one nearest to me being flung above her head and the other lying at her side. Her mouth was moist and rich, her upper lip curling back slightly as she received my kiss, neither giving nor yielding and yet quiescent.
The kiss lasted for seconds but it seemed an eternity, reminding me strangely-and I knew not why-of the far crying of seagulls that I had heard ofttimes at the seaside.
At that Mama stirred and pushed me up quite as if something unaccountable had happened to her and as if she were not yet conscious of where she were. For my part I astonished myself that I had not fumbled her, fondled her, and fallen upon her. Settling her skirt at her knees, which in all other circumstances she would have considered immodest itself, she turned to me where I sat, my cock exposed and pointing up out of my open trousers, its rubicund head gleaming.
"You bad boy-oh, look at you," Mama breathed, as verily as in other circumstances she might have said that my coat or boots were dusty. Awed and excited as I now felt myself to be, I fell back on my elbows and screwed up my eyes in exquisite rapture as her beringed fingers coiled themselves slowly about my stem. "Look at you-do not move or I shall tell your Papa," she said quietly, seeming then to be in possession of all her faculties.
I uttered a shuddering gasp and lay back, for her tapered fingers moved so delicately and knowingly about my stiff cock that I feared to burst then and there.
"Lie still, lie still, Harry-there, there," she intoned . softly, and I, as if lulled rather than being maddened erotically, did so as best I could, jerking my hips impetuously and imploring her mouth.
"Mama, oh, my darling Mama, let me kiss you," I begged.
"No, Harry, no."
Her voice could not have been quieter nor more confident now, nor more insistent. I gasped, choked, threshing my buttocks, and half began to cry. Her fingers moved faster. Through a blur of vision that encompassed the overhanging branches, the clear blue sky and the lustre of her eyes, I observed that her gaze seemed hotter as she felt the increased throbbing of my cock. Her lips parted as if in a very devil's invitation to lust and passion, and then my cock exploded, gushing, jetting, the creamy, gruelly substance pouring over her hand, which continued to work me relentlessly to the last oozing drop, whereat I quivered and lay limp as if all strength had left me.
While I did so, Mama rose, smoothed down her skirt completely, and bent to rub her sperm-glistening hand on the grass. Then, without a word, she turned and was gone, leaving me to scramble up feebly and cover myself before following her back down the short path to the carriage. By the time I reached it she had seated herself, and I knew better then than to speak as I released the loose reins from the branch and gathered myself beside her.
Not a word was said as we jingled forward. Having removed her long white gloves before she had ascended, Mama how replaced them carefully, smoothing them out so that I marvelled at her self-possession after the astonishing scene that had occurred. Then, no doubt out of deliberation, she began to talk casually of such passing scenes as met our eyes, remarking on the outer prettiness of some of the cottages, though they were dark and small within.
"Have you been in one then, Mama?" I asked, marveling that I could even speak so to her now.
"Oh, yes, for I have done charity work, and the poor folk often have need of fuel and food in the winter. Some have but one small bedroom for all to sleep in."
Both remarks caused me much thought. Never having had to look or work for a sovereign piece, it seemed almost bizarre to me then, as occasionally it does even now, that all those living in the richness of the countryside did not partake equally of its bounty. That a working man might be sent to prison for taking wood to burn when there was such an abundance of trees never occurred to me. Equally there seemed so many cows and pigs and sheep and such a growth of vegetables and fruit that no one should go hungry in any season. My naivete in such respects told on me. Only in later life did I understand the powers of property and possession. As to the single bedroom, however, I thought much upon that.
Emboldened a little by Mama's mention of the word, I ventured to say that I could not imagine such a thing if there were grown daughters and sons of the family. At that Mama seemed about to say someting, but desisted, which disappointed me. Having expected outrage and umbrage after what had passed, I was met only with a civilised mien, though that very incident taught me much. At that time, however, a veritable rage was within me such as is encouraged by a renewal of desire in one's loins. No longer did I look upon her as my Mama and yet I did. This so served to whet the excitement in me that she perhaps sensed it and remained quiet until we had returned, when she immediately went to her room to change.
Emily was loitering the the drawing room and on a sudden impulse I seized her and kissed her.
"Oh, what are you at!" she laughed, not displeased. How juicy and firm her tits seemed against my chest! My thighs pressed against hers.
"I just wanted to kiss you," I said, though I had but reached the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, Harry, you are silly," she giggled, little knowing that at that very moment I would have taken her drawers down if I could.