Chapter 8
I awoke much later than is normally my wont. The clock on the mantelpiece showed the hour to be past ten. Leaping from the double bed with a start, I became aware again of my nightdress and was relieved to find that someone had entered and placed my clothes upon a chair while yet I slept.
Using a pisspot quickly, I laved myself in water from a large white china basin and then attired myself, half fearful that the door might still be locked. To my relief it was not, and I descended to find Monique seemingly awaiting me at the foot of the stairs to advise me that breakfast was served.
Expecting naturally to find Davina in the dining room, I entered only to see a place laid for one and many appetising dishes laid upon the sideboard. While Elise served me with bacon and kidneys, I asked her as to the whereabouts of Madame, as they called her.
"Oh, she has gone out," the maid replied casually. "You are to return home when you have finished. That at least was her message."
"Gone? Gone where?" I queried in dismay but was met by a smile and a shrug. Foolish it was indeed of me to even ask or to try to engage the maid in conversation about her mistress. Being of good appetite, I ate well and swilled all down with a glass of ale, being careful not to address any looks towards Elise and taking my departure silently.
What my reception would be on arriving home, I knew not. Papa would be gone on some business which most fortunately left explanations to be made only to Mama. Riding back, I racked my brains for something that might have kept me and came only to the foolish conclusion that I would have to say that I had been indisposed. All was something of a fuzz in my mind, I confess. The present mingled with the preceding night and vice versa. At times I could scarce bring myself to believe what had happened, and the events with Gwen and her family seemed almost a comical invention of my mind, though I was still determined to possess her and was emblazoned with curiousity as to how final explanations had been made by Gwen and her papa. Even so, I was mindful of what Davina had said. Gwen was an attractive little thing and with a bouncy figure that needed to be quelled under a masterful cock, but she was now in my mind becoming more and more of a piece of frippery whose physical charms would momentarily satisfy but not intrigue one.
Soon enough I was home, entering the house with not a little trepidation lest my mother question me too closely. At this hour she was occasionally in the garden, but finding her not there nor my sisters, I inquired of one of the maids who told me that she had retired to her room and was not to be disturbed, though if I arrived I was to go up to her.
This sounding faintly ominous, I tidied my hair anew and ascended, while little devils in my mind reminded me ever of Selina and what Davina had told me of her, not to say what had happened in the very boudoir I was about to enter. Knocking lightly on the door, I received Mama's soft call of assent and entered to find her lying on the bed srapped in a peignoir, which at this hour, close upon midday, surprised me, for she was ever formally dressed by day.
The peignoir was one of pink silk and encased her curves sleekly, causing my eyes to roam with guilty excitement on the sauve bulging of her hips, the full globe of her bottom and the thrusting of her breasts beneath. Spying no fringe of any other garment, I wondered with thudding heart what delicate underwear lay beneath, though there were no folds or lines to betray it.
"Mama dearest, I am sorry," I began, only to receive a languid wave of her hand. Motioning me to the bed, she made me sit upon it. Never had I done so before and found it soft of surface yet with a pleasing firmness beneath. High as the bed was, my feet dangled a little.
"You were well rested and safe, I am sure," Mama said before I could speak further.
Relief flooded me that there were to be no long explanations nor questions. Raising one of her bejewelled hands where it lay on the quilt, I kissed it and received a sweet smile. Then did I imagine, as she rolled upon one hip to face me more fully, that she winced a trifle, screwing up her nose. Being about to ask if she had some ill, my attention was immediately diverted by something that lay behind her legs. It was a crop-a black one such as I had seen Davina carrying when we had met in riding.
Mama, seeing the direction of my gaze, gave a little start and reached blindly behind her for it. In groping for it, however, her hand caused it to roll a little and fall on the floor. Gallantly but impelled by curiosity, since all manner of thoughts came crowding into my mind, I slid off the bed and, going round it, picked up the crop. My heart truly beat madly as I did so. It was the selfsame one that Davina had borne. The letter D was engraved on a band of silver around it.
My eyes met Mama's. Her face distinctly flushed. "Oh, put it down," she said petulantly and turned back on her hip so that I was forced to return to my seat in order to face her. What happened next I cannot explain. Her robe had parted a little, revealing the glistening of pink stockings just above her knees where her thighs swelled. I had but to move a foot or two to be upon her, rolling her upon her back and pinning down her shoulders. A small feeble cry rose from her and she twisted her head from side to side, saying "Oh, Harry, what are you at?"
Insensate with the warmth of her, the rich curving of her figure and the intimations of nudity which lay beneath her peignoir, I rained kisses madly on her neck and pressed my cheeks to hers, avowing my adoration for her.
"Oh, you must not!" Mama choked, yet made no attempt to throw me off. Her breasts heaved, causing me to feel their rubbery firmness through the silk and the prodding of her nipples. Suddenly aghast at my further temerity, I lay still, holding her half under me while her nearest thigh pressed against my own.
Strangely then we lay unmoving, each of our minds no doubt invaded by thoughts as disturbing as the other's. I stirred. My cock had risen and was thrust up against my belly. The motion caused her to shift uneasily.
"No, you must not, Harry," she breathed, though I ignored her words and reverted my mind in a blaze of desire to that glorious moment when she had tossed me off in her palm while gazing steadfastly down on me.
One of my arms lay half over her hip. Cautiously moving it, I eased my hand to reach a little further over and descend until, squeezing it between her body and the quilt, I could feel the firm fleshiness of her bottom.
"Don't, Harry-I am not wearing drawers," she murmured, though all she said was in a dream.
"May I kiss you, Mama?" I asked, hearing as I did my voice sounding strange.
"No, you must not," she replied in the same, soft even tone, her face appearing almost expressionless though her lips remained appealingly parted-so much so that all control left me, and moving her lovely face gently under mine, I captured the richness of her mouth.
Into my lips she breathed, her lips unmoving, yet her face stirred not from beneath my own. Gently moving my hand from just under her bottom, I sought with delicate fingertips the parting of her robe and, sidling my hand within, laid it upon her plump warm thigh just above her stocking top. At that she grasped my arm, the thrilling contact of her mouth remaining quiescent under my own-so that I feared to move my lips and we lay as statues. Impudently then my fingers insinuated themselves a little higher up her thigh. At that her hand tightened on the sleeve of my shirt and her breath flooded my mouth in the most intoxicating manner.
The strange vision of Davina's crop floating ever through my mind, I fisted the hand that caressed Mama's thigh and endeavoured gently to work her legs apart.
"No, we cannot, Harry," she husked and at last moved her face from under mine so that it lay away from me, staring sightlessly beyond. Huge tremors of excitement seized me at the strange manner in which she had failed to resist me utterly or cast me off. My fist rolled against the inner surfaces of her stockings where I could feel the ridging of her garters. Her eyes were wide, her face lightly flushed. Little by little now her legs parted to the urging of my hand, until they lay a foot apart and a quivering sigh issued from her lips.
"No!" she whispered, though ever more weakly, jerking her hips a little and then biting her lip as she had done a few moments before when I had read it as a wince. Such strange events as must have occurred before my arrival now all jumbled in my mind as I sought to believe and yet not to believe that Davina had been here. Even so, my own calmness and lack of brashness astounded me. I had no doubt now that I could feel Mama's quim if I wished, for it nested but inches above my hand.
"I shall lock the door, Mama," I murmured, awaiting perhaps her reaction, but none occurred. Continuing to avert her face from me, she lay still, her lovely, richly curved legs apart and the plump, milky skin of her thighs showing where I had drawn aside the folds of her robe. Voluptuous as she looked, my strange composure yet remained. Visions of Davina rose before me as I rose and turned the key. I trembled inwardly and yet showed no sign of it without. I was as one moving through water whose every movement is slow and measured.
Standing by the bed and gazing down at Mama, I removed my shirt, trousers, and all, my cock rampant.
"Open your legs more, Mama," I intoned. Otherwise unmoving, she stirred and obeyed until her thighs lay wide. Crumpled as the folds of her peignoir were, I saw naught as yet save the glory of her legs. Her lips moved together and then parted again. The pink tip of her tongue appeared beiefly as if in wantonness. How I longed in that moment to feel it lick around my cock! Bending over her, I felt her give but a little start as I opened her peignoir to the full and saw at last that she was wearing but a tiny black corset, which hugged her waist so tightly that it produced the most voluptuous violin curves. Leaving her large pale breasts entirely naked with the thick brown blossoming of her nipples, it left equally bare beneath-where ran a frill of black lace-the thickly curled bosket of her pubic mound, so plump and rich that my cock quivered in adoration.
Sliding down upon the bed so that our naked forms came together, I made to embrace her when she spun suddenly about, pressing her broad smooth belly to my cock, her arms about my neck.
"We cannot," she sobbed, "for she will whip me for it first!"
"Davina!" I exclaimed. "She has put you to the crop!"
My fingers sought the proud richness of her bottom, at which she squirmed, her pussy hairs tickling my cock. I thought I could feel three slight weals there across her ample cheeks, placed parallel to one another. Huge sobs racked Mama as I touched them. Her body pressed into mine so tightly that I felt the full impress of her now stiffening nipples against my chest.
"She w ... w ... will whip me first, Harry, ere you do," she repeated, "Th ... th ... then she will put me to you, I know it!"
Tears pearled down her cheeks, albeit that there was no anguish in her face. It was the second time she had cried in my embrace and my prick thrummed all the more madly for it. Without resistance from her I cupped her glorious slit at last, felt the rolled lips and the eager moisture that already exuded there from.
"Ah, how naughty you are, Harry-to think that I am letting you," she gasped, her stockinged legs squirming and rubbing against my naked thighs as I found the bud of her clitty.
"I have longed to fuck you, Mama, ever since I saw you pee," I croaked.
Her head hung back. She seemed to be glorying in my caress, her heavy bottom rolling and working while now I urged my forefinger up into her delicious cunt.
"How wicked that was! What a naughty thing you are, and to think I let you rub your cock against my bottom. Oh, let me feel it-how big it is-but she must not know!"
All this came in a torrent of words as I felt the heavenly clasp of her fingers around my prick. Sobbing a little still as she was-which I recognized now as excitement and not despair-our mouths came together in the most luscious of kisses, our tongues entwined, a total dizziness encompassed me. I made to roll her over onto her back then and mount her, so lusting was I to enter my yearning weapon in her grotto. Yet by force of arms she resisted me while amourously toying with my erect member. Our salivas mingled. Relinquishing my ravishment of her plump cunt, I cupped as much as I could hold of her imperious bottom and, drawing the fat cheeks apart, toyed with her rosette, which, though tightly crinkled, yielded to my finger.
"Mama, I must, for if I do not have it in your slit, then I shall breach your bottom, dearest, and bugger you as I mean to. Come, let me put my cock to you. Have you not thought of it?"
"A thousand times since I made you come," she sighed. "How naughty I am, yet I cannot help it-but I must be made to, though by other than you. Davina knows this. She extracted it from me when she removed my drawers this morning and cropped me. Be good, Harry darling, I beg you. Oh, remove your hand-ah!"
And with that Mama rolled full upon me. Her weight being superior to my own, she pinning me down while all the luscious nudity of her rested thrillingly upon me and the prong of my tool was pressed between her belly and my own.
"Ah, you would have her whip you!" I exclaimed, seeing as it were a sudden light. I made no attempt to cast Mama off, for the sensation of her seeming to overpower me with this-lying as she did upon me with her legs open and her bush tickling me-was too heavenly to evade.
"Perhaps," she murmured cloudily. Aware perhaps that I was for the moment her captive, she settled herself more heavily, while I, in fear of now ejecting my sperm between us, lay perfectly still, luxuriating in all I could feel. Feeling my greedy hands part her bottom cheeks again, she smiled of a sudden and let me caress the crinkled orifice that lay deep between, giving little quivers of pleasure as I did so. Her mouth hovered over mine. Then her belly made a little insinuating movement, the silky skin rubbing over my cock so that I screwed my eyes up with bliss.
"Did you like watching me pee?" she asked and then began to urge her bottom more as my finger eased a little up her tight passage.
"The moment you raised your dress and I saw your cunt, your thighs, your bottom, I was in very heaven," I declared.
"I knew you were watching, you naughty boy," she declared to my utmost surprise, "How randy you made me feel when I saw your cock. Why, it is almost as big as your Papa's and soon will be. Come, darling, come against my belly for we can do no other."
"Not without the whip?" I asked, partly out of frustration and partly to know what she would say and whether her earlier words upon the matter would hold.
"Perhaps," she answered maddeningly. Watching my eyes and the growing slackness of my expression she knew well that I would soon eject my spermatic flood.
"And ... and ... and H ... H ... Harriet?" I choked. The beautiful eruption was commencing. I could feel the ineluctable rising and tingling in my cock.
"Perhaps," Mama repeated softly. "Ah, you are coming, Harry, what a flood! Oh, how sticky you are making me. I too, I too! Ah!" And with that her large bottom rotated wildly, forcing me to withdraw my enquiring digit. Her eyes rolled, her face first flushing and then growing pale as, pumping out my come between our tightly pressed bellies, I felt too the delicious spurtings of her own salty tribute trickling down my balls.
Exquisite shudders seized us. We kissed in an ague of passion. Grasping her bottom cheeks anew, I held her still, which she seemed to like, for she subsided with a sigh and lay nestling her hot face in my neck.
Rolling off of me at last, Mama covered herself quickly.
"Go, Harry, or the servants may wonder what we are at," she said, brushing back her thick brown hair, which had become quite tousled. Bereft at losing such magical moments, I made to embrace her again, but she started up and stood at the opposite side of the bed. "Harry, no!" she uttered in such a sharp voice that I fell back and not without sullen mien commenced to dress.
"Have you know Davina long?" I asked, as much to break the silence as anything. All that was happening to me was so bizarre that I did not have time to gather myself.
"She is a strange woman-sometimes I think she has powers that no other one possesses," Mama answered, not replying directly to my question and seemingly intent upon polishing her nails with a small emery cloth. Even so, she had told me much. It was seemingly to me alone that Davina had revealed her secret.