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Mother’s New Governess Ch. 01

By: FOUNTAINPEN67



Mother's New Governess part one

It began as one of those rainy Devon days where one only wished to remain in bed. While the rest of the house snored and stirred, only the servants were up and about, .....well only the servants and young Harry Cory. He'd been up since half past seven and was already dressed, hoping the rain would subside long enough for him to go out and take a few swipes with the butterfly net or possibly do a bit of shooting with the dogs. It was not to be, however. 

The rain poured down with stiff British determination that made bones ache just to look at it and think thoughts of hot meals in bed or more time under the covers. Mummy Nature could be a cruel disappointing bitch when she saw fit to be so. She could also be a bit grey and damp. 

Harry lived with his Mummy Edwina his older sister Bethany, or "Bess", and his Grand Mah-mah, Rebecca, in a rather comfortable house. It was a lovely old home and it was said that for such a nice abode, Edwina must have been somewhat of a levitation artist because the woman had "no visible means of support" to justify where they lived. Truth be told, the house and Mummy's stipend of income was the result of an "agreement" of sorts. 

The agreement had been with Sir William Henry Sedgewick. He was the same Sir William Sedgewick of Cornwall fame by whom Edwina had once been employed; serving as a governess in Sedgewick Manor to the family children following a brief career on the stage as an actress. Mr. Sedgewick's roving eye eventually settled on Edwina and she soon found herself pregnant with Bess. Edwina was let go from the house but despite the fact that she was no longer employed as a governess; she was retained as Mr. Sedgewick's mistress. Her life could not have become more comfortable.

Sir William set her up in the house in Devon, far away from Cornwall with a generous annual stipend. Money was no object to the lecherous old robber baron. Within less than a year of the birth of Bethany, Harry arrived on the scene. Apparently William had gone for another drink from Edwina's fountain of youth a little too much and the resulting hangover was Harry. 

As a youngster, Harry knew his father and he saw Sir William often at birthdays and holidays, but as he grew older, he saw his daddy less and less. This was due in part because the old philanderer was quite busy, both expanding his vast coal and tin holdings and expanding his vast number of illegitimate children through his many mistresses (who more often than not had been employees at the Sedgewick house).

Edwina was comfortable. She had family nearby, she had money, and a house for as long as she lived. She'd brought her mother, and old German jewess to the home a few years before so as to have her mother near her in her autumn years. Despite the fact that she was a mistress she had quite a number of social connections and her reputation had not suffered in the least from the scandal of two children born out of wedlock. It was amazing what a bit of money scattered around like hay in a barn could do to get people to hold their tongues. Most of all, the money bought the silence of Edwina whose stipend looked like a king's ransom even among some well to do circles. Yes, Edwina had it all. Well, to be more precise -she had everything except a man.

This was becoming more of an increasing problem for her. It tormented her with a longing ache and a certain "emptiness", that was spiritual, physical, and geometrical! A vexing tension whittled away at her nerves and many was the time the eighteen year old Harry heard the distressed whisperings and whimpers coming from his mummy's bedroom. On one occasion as he passed by the door on the way to the loo. The door was slightly ajar and he crooked his head slightly so as to expose one eye through the entrance. He was met with a cold shock.

There was mummy, lying atop her bed, a candle burning on the dresser next her being the only light in the room. Edwina was naked except for her stockings and her hands were down at her sex, rubbing and clawing at her dark thatch-work as she heaved hips up to meet her ravaging fingers. Her breathing was labored and heavy, almost asthmatic as she hoarsely whispered,

"Oh yes...YES RIGHT THERE! You know how I like it! It is sooo...bad!" Harry reasoned that she must be asleep as he saw that her eyes were both screwed tightly shut. Her eyes remained closed but she brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean like they were sweeties from the fair! One hand now returned to her sex and the other tweaked her bubbies, first one then the other until both were hard as metal rivets. 

Harry thought it best to scurry off to the loo quietly and not wake her. When he returned, he found the door had been closed. He tip toed silently past the door but as he did he heard more of mummy's tortured whimpers and moans. She was obviously having a fitful night of sleep!

When he returned to his bed, he found he had another problem more urgent than a trip to the loo. His tadger was stiff as a fine for public intoxication and contributing to the delinquency of a farm animal on a Sunday. He did the foul thing that he always did when troubles of this sort arose. He knew it to be sinful and wrong but he needed to go to sleep and well, he was supremely bothered by the vision of his mother thrashing about on her bed. In the end he took the problem "well in hand" just like always but all the randy thoughts he wished to think paled in comparison to the mental tintype photos in his head of Mummy tearing at her sex in her sleep. He did the shameful act in her honor and then dozed off to sleep; careful to keep to the other side of the mattress until things dried!

There were more "incidents" over the next few weeks. This was partially due to Edwina being rather adept at noticing..."things." Edwina noticed Harry had grown tall; big and robust for a lad his age. She noticed his cheekbones; she noticed his hair and his clear skin. She also noticed he was having more and more troubling erections; something that she noticed quite a lot! 

She seemed to have the worst luck at accidently walking into his room when he was changing and she took the bloody longest time putting away whatever it was she had in her hands when she came in. Harry wondered why she didn't get the maid to put whatever it was away later. She was being so terribly odd!

In one week she managed to barge into the bath with him in it "by accident" no less than four times; much to his shock and embarrassment, and although she made adequate excuses to her son, she did a bit of leering and looking down at things in the soapy depths of the tub! She even caught a glimpse of his pego on two occasions and imprinted the images into her mind like they were stamped into wet clay. She then retrieved those images late at night in her bedroom, resulting in more thrashing of the bed and mattress against the springs! Harry didn't notice any of these sounds however, his hobbies may have involved butterflies, and hunting, and stamp collecting by day but at night he had a hobby that was altogether separate once the lights went out - so he didn't here Mummy's vigorous WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! as he was engaged in WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP!s of his own creation.

After one bathing "accident," she was so apologetic and embarrassed that she stayed and despite his protests, scrubbed his back and tummy-tum-tum with the brush and soap. Edwina even went so far as to hold a towel for him and helped him to step from the tub at the end of his bath. She dried him off, taking an inordinate amount of time to wander the towel here, there, and everywhere. By the time she was done toweling him off, he was as dry as bill before Parliament requesting that sealing wax for all governmental correspondence come from only authorized British suppliers, and then only from an approved governmental list that had been ratified by a majority of two thirds in both houses! 

Yes she got an eyeful that evening! She then told him to scamper off to bed as she wished to use the tub and didn't wish to waste any water. Good frugal woman, that Edwina! Once she heard him step down the hall and subsequently caught the sound of his bedroom door closing, she called the upstairs maid Meredith and asked for fresh towels and that she was not to be disturbed.  She did however keep the towel that she had dried Harry with, taking a good strong whiff of it when Meredith closed the door. It would appear that she was greatly affected by the essence; much in the same way as a tabby cat with a little too much catnip, and between what she had both seen and whiffed that evening - the effect was cumulative!

Once the towels came, she shut the door and secured it from the inside. She then stepped out from her robe and into the water. It was still warm enough for a bath and what's more...it had the essence of a man in there! Like a shark following blood, she could smell it.....she could smell HIM! It was so horribly wrong what she wished to do, but her body and limbs ached for some bit of release and ...he was so ...well ........there! He was so ... beautiful! He was so rather on the....... "big" side of things! 

She frigged herself rotten in the water; giving her bubbies and cunny a good hard bothering. At the height of her excitement she brought her hand down from her bee stung teats and poked a naughty little finger into her wicked little bum-hole! Oh she was being wicked tonight! She opened her eyes as her inner wave began to crest and it was then and there; amidst the steam, and the soapy water, and his smell, that she saw something. She caught it out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to it.

It floated on the water like a little jelly fish with a bubble above the surface and a trailing snotty tail descending below the surface. Was it?.....Oh dear.... IT WAS! He had been doing here in the tub! No bloody wonder he was always so embarrassed when her head would appear in the doorway!

It drifted to one of her breasts. She scooped the little bit of snotty custard from her bosom and held it up to the light. This was it! It was his seed. It was the seed of the young man whom she had borne eighteen winters prior and now he was grown! Oh how her depraved wicked mind turned, just like the lecherous gears on a clock in a Parisian boudoir! 

She held the little white blob to her noise and sniffed it. She detected a brininess within the salty bit of protein slime. That was his scent! He smelled like his father... so handsome and powerful. She would certainly be guilty of all the sins on the calendar for what she would do next. 

Yes she was noticing Harry's development and she also noticed she was still a young woman but he was her son - her child! She had born him! Then again, William hadn't been by in months and then it was only for a few hours. She was thirty seven, she had needs, and Harry was right bloody there!

She took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and popped the little bit of salted jellied "bollock chowder" into her mouth and let it dance on her tongue like a little pale oyster before she swallowed. He tasted like his father too -- salty but not too much so! Oh dear, it was then that her last bit of resolve having melted like snow on warm bricks! She frigged her cunny and arsehole silly, screaming into a wet washcloth clenched in her teeth in order to muffle her screams of absolute-self-inflicted joy!

Afterwards she was calm, tranquil, and serene. The explosion in her loins following her talented self-abuse had given her not only a moment of peaceful release but also a moment of clarity. She decided sitting there in the tub that the time for waiting had ended! She had satisfied several of her itches and needs with certain ladies within the household (as she was a woman of "dual tastes"), but now her need for male companionship of the most physical kind would simply HAVE to be satiated! But she would need help....and she knew who to speak to about this. Tomorrow the post would go out. How convenient!

It was a week and a half after this incident in the tub that we now find our hero Harry, sitting in the parlor watching the rain as we mentioned earlier in the story. He had his butterfly collection and his bug collection out and he figured if he couldn't get out and swipe something from the bushes with his butterfly net or blast something to furry bits with his gun, then the least he could get at labeling a few specimens. He had his textbooks with their lovely colored pages all out and open on the floor and his pins for sticking the guts of his creepy crawlies were at the ready. Yes, it may seem in stark contrast to what was described earlier but let us just say that this would possibly be the last vestige of domestic tranquility we will see our hero taking part in so I thought I should mention it. The stage was set...it was a rainy day. He was inside, and his Mummy had done some wickedly methodical planning as you soon will read.

A few days prior a guest had arrived; that being his Aunt Lucinda, or "Auntie Lucy." She was a year older than Edwina and she brought with her Harry's cousin Mabel, her daughter, who was nineteen and the same age as Harry's older sister Bethany. Bess and Mabel seemed to get along famously from the start and they immediately moved to the sitting room and began to discuss all manner of things that were completely tiring and boring to a young man so he welcomed their absence. Harry found the conversations of women, tedious at times and he often wondered if they thought at all or if they simply prattled on all day about shoes, and dresses and other nonsense that he couldn't make any sense of. 

He did not however escape female conversation completely; no -not by a country mile! Edwina took him by the arm and escorted him and her sister Lucinda into the parlor. Auntie Lucy wasn't exactly the unfriendly sort, but she was tall and serious. She had a pleasant enough face but she had bit of an aura about her that made Harry a bit on edge. Very judgmental and critical she was.

He'd seen it before; stern schoolmasters with rulers ready to rap him on the knuckles had given him that look. Once or twice a particularly judgmental minster had worn the same expression as he lectured Harry sternly on one perceived evil or another. No, Harry was a bit wary of his aunt, (which is why he felt a cold chill up his spine when his mother sat him down and explained in detail, the reason for his Auntie Lucy's visit).

"A GOVERNESS!" he blurted out, completely aghast and shocked, "REALLY? Mummy are you sure?"

"Oh far more than sure," said Edwina, "in fact it's final! I paid your Auntie Lucy a visit last week and convinced her that this summer it would be a grand idea for her to live with us and tutor you and your sister along with Mabel before you set-off out into the world. It will give you some lovely polish."

"But Mummy," Harry protested, "I don't think I need any polish!"

"HARRY!" came the icy rebuke from his Aunt Lucy, "Your mother who is still the lady of this house has in fact spoken and this is not up for discussion!" Harry looked down and saw that she tapped a rattan cane in her hand. Her eyes looked at him like some serpent that would gobble him up in one bite if he so much as uttered one more word. He was completely intimidated by the beastly look upon her face and so prudence being stronger than his sense of howling protest; he simply stared defeated at his shoes saying,

"Yes." A meeker "yes" had never been uttered from his lips until then. He had no idea what he had just said yes to. It's quite possible however, that had he'd known, he would have said "yes," all the same but with much more enthusiasm and vigor!

Lucinda started the children off with some discussions of mathematics and the sciences the following day. All three children proved quite adept at their studies and Auntie Lucy soon decided on the second day that she should immediately move to discussions of Natural History and the Greek Classics. She set about having Harry and the girls reading passages from of all things, Oedipus Rex. Harry found it all interesting but he still wondered to himself why all the fuss? Daddy would pull strings surely enough to get him into a proper College and he had achieved high marks in school. Was all this really necessary? Oh well, he guessed...Mummy must have just been making sure and had not wished for his brains to go to mush sitting on his laurels.

He HAD noticed something odd however. It had happened on the first two days of lessons and then it happened again on the third day. His Auntie Lucy had assembled several books for discussion and reading in the drawing room and they would work the lessons through a good part of the mornings. Then after lunch the ladies (to include his Mummy, Auntie and Grand Mah- mah) would take both girls out on walks upon which he was somehow left out of the company. 

He was merely left alone in the house with the dogs to entertain himself as he saw fit. The women would return form these excursions, quite winded and out of breath but they seemed to be highly energized and talkative all the same. His mummy and his grandmother in particular were chatty and merry! They were to a word, downright affectionate! Very odd. Who cared, he figured, so long as there were happy ladies about the house!

On the third days lesson he also noticed that besides reading again from ole' "Oedipussy Rexxy" his Auntie had some other literature stacked next to the reading chairs. They had come from his mother's sitting room and he'd never really paid them much attention. It was rare that he ever even went into that room at all, for that matter. As his sister was reading a passage from the book in her lap, and Harry and Mabel jotted notes on paper, Bess's foot accidently kicked the stack of tomes; which promptly fell to the floor. Harry, gentleman that he was, scampered after them to return them to an orderly stack. When he did, he was shocked as he looked at the colored leaves within one of the open tomes.

There before Harry on the pages were several lurid images of men and women, naked as the day of their birth, frolicking and reveling in the most outlandish of lewd and lascivious positions. He saw twosomes, threesomes, foursomes - and moresomes! He saw the nude human form twisted and retwisted in so many ways as to defy his very comprehension. His pego immediately twitched beneath his trousers. Was he seeing what he was seeing?

"It is the Kama Sutra Harry," his Auntie Lucy explained upon seeing his look, "it's an ancient religious text of supreme historical value. We shall be discussing it in the days ahead, yes?"

"Yes," Harry said going crimson in the face, "quite so. The Kama Sutra." He set the books back into the stack and sat down, retrieving his pencil. A problem now vexed him. His randy little pego would simply not go down. It was noticed by his auntie and by his sister and cousin who said nothing however his normally dour aunt's face changed slightly. It was more of a flash across her visage, like a dog who'd seen a bit of raw meat hit a butcher's stall floor or a hawk that had spied something furry scuttling around a grassy hill below it! Harry saw none of this but simply put his head down over his paper and took notes; trying to make "it" bloody well go down!

That night he did the foul thing again. That night he also ended up sleeping to one side of the bed. In the middle of the night, he roused himself with the need for a tinkle and trotted down the hall to the loo. He passed by Mummy's door again. He heard great commotion once more. Mummy must be having a bad time sleeping again. Poor thing!


Mother’s New Governess Ch. 01



He tip toed by her door and as he stepped two paces past it he thought he heard another woman's voice inside; that of his cousin Mabel. No, he thought,...she is sleeping down the hall in Auntie Lucy's bed. Don't be a fool Harry...must be a mistake.

He then passed by his Auntie's room. He heard a similar commotion. "Lucy must be a tempestuous sleeper as well," he reasoned. As he got two steps down from the door, he thought he heard his sister's giggle. No, a trick of the head. It couldn't be. Her room is way down the hall!

He made his way to the loo, did his business, and returned to his bed, (staying clear of that awful sticky spot). He slept. He began to dream. In his dream world he could use the restorative power of his nightly adventures to recharge his mind; fighting pirates, finding buried treasure, and discovering rare butterflies. His dreams however were filled with the strangest of images. A room inside the house had been festooned with pillows and cushions. Music of a strange oriental variety played by an unseen party of musicians in the alcove. 

In one corner stood the upstairs maid, Meredith. She had prepared a hookah pipe and was standing naked to the waist in a set of harem pantaloons puffing on it and making perfect "O"s while she waited for Harry. He walked into the room and she offered it to him. 

He took a deep cleansing drag as she fondled her large goblet sized breasts before him. He set the pipe in its holder and she took him to the center of the room. She dropped her pantaloons and got on all fours, naked and fleshy as a freshly plucked goose. His Auntie Lucy appeared next to him; not stern or dour, but beaming with encouragement!

"Take her!" she urged him with a smile and a nudge to his ribs. She opened her crimson and green oriental robes and dropped them to the floor, saying again to her nephew, "take her! She is here for your pleasure. Mount-up my sweet!" Harry suddenly found himself naked. It was if his clothes had evaporated completely. He walked up to Meredith's upturned bum and skewered her on his pego. The maid shrieked in a yelp of pleasure and excitement. He grasped her by the hips and thrust hard up into her!

Harry awoke lying on his tummy. His dream had tormented his mind and churned his loins into a supreme state of agitation. He still remembered his dream and thought that if it was good to be the King, it was bloody well marvelous to be the Sultan! He did the wicked deed again, careful to keep things on the other side of the bed. He slept.

In the night it began to rain. It was a heavy pouring rain that hung like a blanket over everything in the Devon blackness. It was still raining hard in the morning when Harry was sticking pins in his little multi legged friends; fresh from the killing jars. He had just put a label next to a particularly beautiful blue green moth after impaling it like he was a Romanian Prince thwarting a Turkish invasion when he heard a voice behind him, "Good morning Harry!"

It was Auntie Lucy. He set his bug collection down and looked at the clock. She probably was set to get cracking early. 

"Oh don't worry Harry," Auntie Lucinda reassured him, "we won't be putting noses in books today." He sighed a bit from relief and she chuckled at him. She then put a hand to the side of his head and brushed his hair with it.

"I do think that there will be some lessons however, but not what you were expecting. First let's get up these books and put away all these lovely butterflies!" In no time, books and butterflies found their way up to the shelf with very little effort. Harry's auntie then took him by the hand, leading him past the black Jamaican downstairs maid, Drusilla. 

"Drusilla," Auntie Lucy said, "Harry is to take a bath this morning. See that he is not disturbed until he is done. He is getting a bit of a chill I think from this absolutely vile weather." The Jamaican woman nodded her head but she thought he looked fine. She shrugged her shoulders and set about her work; grateful that she didn't have to be picking up his bugs and messes this morning! 

Harry began to protest that he felt perfectly fine, but Auntie put a finger to his lips and for an instant her stern visage returned. It was the briefest flash of correction but it was sufficient to make him clam up and do as he was told. At the top of the stairs his auntie explained to him,

"Today's lesson is about health, relaxation, and hygienic prevention. You do know what I speak of?" His answer was cut short as she continued,

"I think with this weather, one cannot be too careful. Wouldn't you agree?" She stopped at Edwina's bedroom door and knocked. Harry answered her question.

"Of course Auntie, but why are we not heading down to the loo in the hall? See here, I think I can bathe mysel..." He was again shushed with a finger to his lips but this time the woman's face was not stern, only smiling. A voice from inside said, "DO COME IN!"

It was mummy and her voice seemed to be coming from her master bath. Apparently she was preparing things for him. In a way, she had! 

Upon entering the room with Harry Aunt Lucinda bid him to remove his bathrobe and pajamas. He protested,

"But I..."

"Not to worry," Auntie Lucy corrected him," undressing in front of a Governess is like undressing in front of a doctor or a tailor fitting you for a new suit! There is nothing I haven't seen." Still Harry protested with, "But I..." and a stern voice shot from inside the bath in the next room,

"HENRY CORY! DO AS YOUR GOVERNESS TELLS YOU!" It was mummy and she sounded quite cross! She'd called him Henry too and not Harry...this was bloody serious! Odd thing though, had he heard her sloshing about in the tub?  No, that couldn't be. He was the one who should be taking the bath, correct?  Oh never mind Harry, it was trick of acoustics or some such fiddle-faddle that he heard! He was certain of this. He stepped out of his things and his Auntie gathered them up in her arms. 

He was now naked as the day of his arrival on earth. He was a little perplexed by what was occurring but he decided to step off smartly alongside Auntie and get this silly lesson in hygienics (or whatever it bloody well was), out of the way..... in the hopes he could stick a few more pins in his bug collection! 

He got to the doorway and his mouth dropped to the floor. Sitting in the bath was his mummy. She wasn't preparing the bath for him; she was in it and she beckoned for him to join her!

Harry looked first to Mummy and then to Auntie, not knowing what to do. Mummy continued to beckon with her finger. Auntie nodded and said, "Go on Harry. It's alright. It's time!"

Harry stepped over the rim of the clawfoot slipper tub. When Mummy was given the house, Sir William (or bathing Billy as he was called), presented her the home with a modification. It seems bathing Billy loved the bath. He spent hours in his tub at Sedgewick Manor and he did everything in the bath. He shaved, he read the paper, he dictated correspondence, he read books, he ate meals, played chess by mail, he took his brandy; all in the bath. Once in a great while he fell asleep there too!

Sir William thought the modern clawfoot bath epitomized civilized society and he saw it as proof that the Empire had a right to its supremacy. He had all the main bedrooms and guestrooms in his manor house outfitted with oversized clawfoot tubs that could hold a large person plus two or three more! Actually, oversized might be putting it somewhat mildly. It was unconfirmed but there were sources at the time that said the large tubs with their garish gold trim could hold Billy, two bottles of champagne, three ladies of normal proportions (four providing corsets were tight enough), and a floating box of cigars. 

Yes he did everything in his bath...and everyone apparently! That was how Edwina became great with child in the first place. It was also how she became a great aficionado of the bath and the act of bathing. The experience left her "imprinted" as it were, and she often wasted hours in her own tub, thinking of Sir William and what might have been, all while letting her hands wander down beneath the surface of the soapy water and bubbles for a little "self-dredging" of her little pink harbor! 

The only difference was now it appeared Edwina would be getting some "new and youthful" excavation equipment to dig out her pink channel beneath the soapy depths. By the looks of things she might even be getting the ole' canal widened a bit by it all! She simply just loved civil engineering projects and the arrival of the heavier equipment on the project site was most certainly welcomed! She didn't regret her decision in the least regarding changing out the manning for the job!

Harry now stood in the steamy warmth of the clawfoot bath. The water was up past his ankles and halfway to his knees. As bathtubs went, it was most-certainly spacious; much bigger than the one in the hallway loo.

He had remembered as a very young lad bathing in this enormous monstrosity and he thought it "big" then. Standing in it now, he noticed that it hadn't changed at all in that respect, for it was enormous. He guessed it large enough for him and at least five more people. He crouched to sit down only to be corrected by his Auntie,

"Remain standing Harry," Lucinda said with an air of authority that reminded him a bit of an angry policeman, "and place your hands on top of your head with your fingers interlaced!"

"Really," he said, "I don't see how it could..." He was interrupted by a stinging CRACK to his bumcheeks which caused him to howl in pain with a loud YEEOOOOOOOOOWWWW! He felt a searing heat and wondered what on earth had just struck him. A second later he had his answer as Auntie Lucy held in front of his nose, the rattan cane she had brought with her three days earlier. 

Auntie Lucy's face changed and became tranquil (almost kind), in stark contrast to the hornet sting she had just inflicted across his arse. He saw that despite her expression, she was deadly serious and he did as told; interlacing his fingers over his thick black head of hair while his Mummy crouched on all fours down in the water, looking at him with a pleasant smile over her shoulders.

"Now then," said Auntie Lucy, "I am going to ask you some very specific questions as part of this lesson." She said this in a soothing voice that dripped honey and she gave him that same gentle loving smile. 

"In order for your release and relaxation to be complete," she continued, "and your cleansing to be thorough; you must be absolutely truthful. I will not stand for lying little boys!"

"No Ma'am," he answered "no lies at all!"

"Good," she said placing the cane against his bare bum so that he could feel its intimidating knobby touch, "my first question is simple. ..... Did you not get up a few weeks past in the middle of the night and go to the loo?"

"I did Auntie," he answered.

"And did you not," she continued, "walk down the hallway past your mummy's room and see her door ajar?"

"Yes...on one night I did."

"Good, and Harry what did you see?" she asked in a whisper with her eyes coming together in a squint.

"I saw Mummy, sleeping."

"You saw her sleeping?" she said with a condescending tone of barely concealed derision, "And was she sleeping soundly?"

"No," he answered, "she was moaning and talking in her sleep."

"And was Mummy clothed?" she asked. He became uneasy. How much did she already know?

"N-n-no," he stammered, "she was naked accept for her stockings?"

"I see," Lucy said, "and did she do anything else? Did she do THIS?" Lucinda nodded with her head to her sister. Edwina demonstrated sinking one hand down and under her belly to rub and vex her furry pink sex; not three feet from her son with her arse high off the water! She moaned and screwed her eyes shut and ran her tongue across her lips saying, "Oooohhh yes...just like that...oh just like that please!" and other things to that affectation. Harry immediately understood. He nodded his head -far too bashful to speak.

"And," continued Auntie Lucy never raising her voice but speaking with the same loving smile and patient tone that became more ominous and accusatory with each word, "you watched her didn't you? You watched her you naughty wicked little boy! You went to the loo...and then you went to your room. You got back in your bed....and you sinned! You sinned thinking about your mother! You rubbed and abused yourself and you did a foul deed in your bed to yourself, YES?" By the time she was finished speaking she sounded like an old judge seething at a convict in the dock who was about to receive the harshest of penalties but she never raised her voice. She let intimidation and Harry's own uneasiness do the rest.

"NO!" blurted Harry alarmed by how the questions had turned, "NO I WENT TO SLEEP!"

"Went to sleep?" asked Auntie Lucy stepping back for a moment to hamper of dirty clothes, "then how do you explain THIS?" She reached into the laundry items and held aloft his sheets like a semen encrusted battle flag for all to see!

Yellow protein-splotch circles betrayed his releases over the course of several nights. Auntie Lucy then held up several articles of bed clothing and night shirts; all encrusted with dried foul crust of wasted seed. There was only one man in this house who could have wasted it too! Harry was caught and he felt the door to a trap slam shut behind him. He stared at the water, not able to look up and feeling horrid, horrid shame. Lucy returned to the edge of the tub.

She placed the cane back against his bum and with her free hand, she grasped his penis in a vice-like grip. Curiously it was rising already. The sting on his arse had stirred something down in the depths of his balls and then the sight of his mother's self-abuse demonstration combined with fear had agitated him to a certain degree of "readiness". Now he was terrified that his aunt would rip his tadger out by the roots and he winced in pain. Mummy had stopped and turned around onto her back simply watching him now. Finally she spoke and provided him with an explanation.

"Oh Harry," Mummy said, "I wasn't sleeping darling. I was awake and dealing with a need, a vile wicked need of mine! You understand yes?.... I mean; we all have our needs!...You DO understand me?" He nodded a speechless and humble "yes" to her rationalizations, but then his aunt (who now held his cock in her talon), interrupted the tender moment of forgiveness with,

"That still does not diminish the fact that you watched you mother and you lusted for her!" Her voice was now harsh, loud, and judgmental.

"NO!" he replied.

"Liar!" his aunt spat back, "You lie like all naughty little fellows who see their mummies and wish to do wickedry with them! They then sneak off to a dark little corner someplace and commit beastly acts upon themselves! How did you do it, like this?" She partially released pressure on his shaft and her hand began to caress him with gentle sustained strokes of his cockie between her thumb and two fingers. Harry felt a mixture of shock and horror and pleasing sensation all at once. He blurted out,

"Mummy mummy! Auntie Lucy is..." he was interrupted by Edwina who immediately understood his panic and assured him.

"I know dearest! I know," she said, "it feels nice doesn't it? Yes of course it does! Just relax and let Auntie Lucy give you a good cleansing and release!" Edwina sat back against the rear of the tub and placed both bare feet above the rim. Her legs were now spread wide and she raised her bum nearly clear of the water. She reached one hand down to her sex and one hand up to her bubbies and began to torture and self-abuse; all while looking into the bewildered eyes of the son who had been born through the very sex she was now tormenting with her fingertips!

"But Mummy," he protested, "it is so wrong! Auntie is your sister! I am her nephew!"

"Yes," said Edwina in agreement as her hands worked her naughty bits in a lewd and coordinated staccato, "but wrong things in the correct measure can be so wonderfully right! Now allow your auntie to proceed with your lesson dearest." She now bit her lip and closed her eyes as she achieved a pace and pressure that she'd sought for. She then opened her eyes and locked them on Harry's.

Lucy's hand was now a blur on the cock. Her eyes were riveted upon his face and her teeth clenched. She was now feeling a certain degree of foul excitement and her nostrils flared in anticipation. She brought the cane back for a windup and continued to shag him with her whirring hand. Harry felt now only waves of shameful pleasure. His auntie was wanking him and he was giving in to it! 

She brought the cane forward with a splitting CRACK! Harry half howled half whimpered as the hot hornet sting found its mark across his rump! Lucy felt his cock throb and leap in her hand. "Yes! He is one of us," she thought out loud, "I can feel it in this cock. How it jumps and throbs so!" She stepped back again from him as he watched her eyes for a moment, uncertain if he had received a reprieve. It was not to be. 

Lucy simply unfastened her buttons and soon the dress fell to the tiled floor. She stood in her naughty underthings and pantaloons which were open at the crotch as was the fashion of the time. She rubbed herself "down there" for a minute. She stared into his eyes and down at his throbber. She pouted her mouth with gritted hissing teeth as if the sight of her nephew's erect phallus and his naive countenance was some powerful stimulant she had taken in.

A half minute later and pantaloons and unmentionables were lying in a great lacy heap around her ankles. All she wore now were her modest jewelry and her black high buttoned shoes. She stepped forward and took his veiny member in her hand.

She now frigged at him with renewed fervor with the same teeth-clenched hissing pout upon her face. Harry looked at Mummy doing ghastly things to herself in the steamy water and then back to his Auntie with her lustful expression. It was all so horrid and bestial, and wonderful for him at the same time!

Lucy half turned to him. She brought one of his hands down from his head but told him to keep the other right where it was and not to move a muscle until she said so. She then redirected his fingers, placing them at the black furry bit of thatch between her legs while she kept on wanking him. She then brought up the cane from the side of the tub and placed it across his bum; resting it atop his buttocks.

"Frig me!" Lucy said in a raspy whisper. Her nostrils flared and her breasts heaved like a horse's rump at a gallop. She tapped his bum with the cane like a pencil upon a desk, and her hand remained a blur on his cock.

"Frig me!" she said again in the same raspy whisper but with more intensity, as if there was a fire in her loins and she needed his hand to smother it! He began to move his fingers around and she closed her eyes for a few moments. His hand traveled down through curly black wires of hair until he found a warm fleshy slit. He pushed against it and he looked back at Mummy and her lascivious self-abusings. 

He could see Mummy's pink sex yawning open like the mouth of one who was about to fall asleep in a very comfy chair. He didn't quite know what to do with his fingers, but as he watched Mummy do her wickedry to herself; he judged that the same should feel nice to Auntie Lucy. He kept an eye on his mother's quim caresses and transferred those movements to his Aunt's warm wicked pit of mystery!

His fingertips found a crease of meaty flaps of tissue, (somewhat swollen and engorged like a pair of puffy folded lips). Mummy had separated hers apart but this took a bit more doing with Auntie. His touch now found more delicate flaps of flesh beneath the puffy folds and Auntie let out a whispered AAAHHH upon his discovery of them. Her hand continued to frig upon him with the same pace but with deeper and more forceful ardor. He kept his eyes upon the demonstration model presented by Mummy's sex and noticed the inner flaps looked something like the rare Indian Lotuses she and Grandmammah grew and raised in the rose garden. From this, it dawned on him why gardening was such a secret passion for some!




Mother’s New Governess Ch. 01



Edwina's hand left her terribly tortured and tormented titty nubs and now she snaked it down her belly to join up with her other hand and work them both wickedly as a team effort between her legs. She splayed her pink petals apart and now focused one hand on a curious little hooded button of a "something or 'ruther" at the top of her blossom. 

Harry searched around and after a brief poke here and a slight prod there; touched upon the stubby little hooded button of Auntie Lucy. She let out a heartfelt HOOOOOOOHHH and momentarily closed her eyes to allow herself to become accustomed to the sensation. Her hips bucked slightly at his hand and when she opened her eyes she said in her whisper,

"Yesssss, that's it Harry. Very .......gooood!" Lucinda's hand now matched the speed at which Harry caressed her, and he was intent on matching the speed at which his mum Edwina inflicted upon herself. Mummy Edwina meanwhile matched the pace at which she saw Lucinda's hand work on Harry. It could be said that all three were now pacing their rubs against the ardor of the others around them. The activity became a collective runaway engine of passion with everyone's zeal driving and pushing everyone else who was present to only churn faster and harder with vigor and ardor!

Harry now kept his "fingering focus" on that naughty little button in Auntie Lucy's damp little nook that lay beneath her coal black thatch of pubic wire. He still could not see the target of his attentions but he could feel it clearly; swollen and throbbing much like his pego in her whirring hand except for the fact that it felt no bigger than an oversized cherrystone. With every brush of his digits upon the naughty nub, Lucy seemed to become more and more agitated in a positive way! Where before he saw rage and condemnation for his filthy inclinations, he now saw a different sort of expression in her face. It still looked a bit like rage, only there was a smile in front of it and what's more; it was accompanied by soft words of encouragement from the terrifying woman with her horrid cane!

"Yessss Harry," Lucy hissed, "does this foul thing we do give you pleasure? .....Ohhhh and do not stop! ....Well, does it? Does this filthy wicked thing we do feel nice to you?" Harry was perplexed. Of course it felt nice but he didn't know quite what to say. He could be right or he could be wrong with his answer and the prospect of a wrong answer might mean more of the cane.

"No," he answered meekly, the lie etched across his face like scratches upon glass.

"LIAR!!!!" Auntie Lucy suddenly thundered and she brought back the cane and with a SWOOSH CRACK it landed across his backside. Harry howled at the ceiling in another agonized YEEEEOOOOOOOOOOW of pain and shame at being caught at lying by his auntie once more! Oddly enough, he felt horrible burning from the kiss of the cane but at the same time there was another rush of goodness that he felt in his core and his loins that traveled up inside his pego! His Auntie Lucy continued her interrogation,

"And I suppose you have only," she said, "been using the bath down the hallway for cleaning and bathing, is that not correct?"

"Yes," he said again not certain how she could know about that other thing he did and he took the chance at telling another untrue answer.

"LIAR!!!!" Lucy thundered again and brought the cane back across his bum, producing another tortured howl from her nephew! A tear trickled down his cheek from his right eye and oddly enough another tear trickled from the end of his pego as a bit of pre-ejaculate made its presence known. Auntie Lucy paused in her pounding of his pego and caught the wayward drop on her fingertips before it had a chance to fall. She popped it in her mouth and tasted it. It appeared as though she was sampling some bit of savory sauce prepared for a main course and she let her tongue finish with it before she swallowed it down the ole' hatch saying,

"Mmmmmm Edwina, your son is so wonderfully yummy!" Mummy in the tub nodded her naughty noggin in lewd agreement and kept up her lusty self-caresses. Harry stopped finger frigging Lucy for the briefest of moments and her face grew black as a storm cloud again. She grabbed his throbber and wanked him with renewed fervor shouted,

"DID I SAY STOP?" She brought the cane back for another CRACK at his backside producing a loud howling NOOOOOOO from Harry who now had tears in both eyes preparing to stream down his face!

"That is correct! No one told you to stop! Get cracking!" Harry did as he was explicitly ordered to do and his fingers resumed "stirring her soup" as it were! He noticed that as soon as they touched her pulsing nub, her face lost some of its severity. Her nostrils began to flare again but her eyes closed for a moment as if a soothing balm had just been applied to her countenance and demeanor. She sighed for a moment and then her eyes opened and she resumed her line of interrogation.

"I am being perfectly lenient thus far Harry. Under normal circumstances I should have worn out the cane on the first untruth. Now again, in the bath did you do the abhorrent thing?"

"Yes," came Harry's feeble and defeated reply.

"Good," Lucy answered, "you see Edwina; he CAN be truthful with the proper guidance and discipline! Of course your mummy has known of this bath time abomination of yours! You have been committing it for the past few weeks. She even saw the evidence floating like sea foam in your bathwater!" Harry was open mouthed and horror struck. His heart filled with the most shameful of shame yet! His aunt had transformed herself from judge, to skillful prosecuting attorney in the wink of an eye. Despite his shock he kept moving his hand as he blurted out,

"What? Nooo!"

"MORE LIES!" bellowed Auntie Lucy whose face flashed back to its stormy rage once again! He'd done it now; nothing would save him from what was about to occur!

As her hand continued to churn his butter, she bit her lip and brought the cane back and then forward several time SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! Harry let out a continuous stream of howls and tears streamed down his face like a salty spring.

He looked into his mummy's face to see her smiling lewdly as she continued her self-agitations and stared back at him. He turned his head to look into his Auntie's face for mercy; only to see her visage of stern retribution behind a teeth clenched sneer. The SWOOSH CRACKs of the cane and Auntie Lucy's ferocious tugging at his tormented tadger continued until he could stand it no longer. He blurted out at the top of his lungs,

"YEOOOOOOOOOWWWW! (sob) OH YES I DID IT I ADMIT TO EVERYTHING! (sob)EVERYTHING! I DID THAT BAD THING WHEN I WAS WASHING!" Lucy caught her breath. Her cruel look drifted away like a whisp of smoke on a stiff breeze, while her hand continued to row and scull at his now ramrod stiff oar of veiny-meat that throbbed and pulsed at her touch.

"Yessss," said Auntie Lucy, "is that not much better! Don't you feel cleaner for having come to your senses and confessed what you have done?"

"I do Auntie Lucy," he replied in between fits of pitiful blubbering, "I truly do! I most humbly apologize to Mummy and to you! I assure you that I shall never do such bad things ever again!" He continued the digital agitation of his auntie's button because she had yet to tell him to cease but he was completely through with fibbing or quibbling! A look of shock registered on the faces of both women who continued to keep their hands busy at their assigned torrid tasks but who now looked at each other as if Harry had perhaps missed a point of order.

"Oh my dear Harry," his mummy said, "on the contrary; my sister Lucy and I will help you!"

"But," he said, "those things I did were bad? You even said so!"

"Noooo you silly goose," Mummy explained, "I think we used words like vile, naughty, foul, bestial and what else Lucy?"

"I think I used the word abomination, and perhaps a few others...but never bad!" said Lucy whose face had warmed completely now as her hand continued to play rough tugs of war against his wicked willy while his fingers returned the favor on her naughty nub.

"But don't you understand," Mummy explained, "you need to cleanse yourself of you secrets."

"It is the first step," Auntie Lucy chimed in merrily, "in this lesson of cleansing hygenics. The second step is release."

"It is important to keep no secrets in an arrangement like ours," Mummy said.

"A-um....arrange....did you say arrangement?" Harry babbled, his eyes still wet with tears but now the smart and sting in his arse was being replaced by a wonderful ache in his loins curtesy of his auntie's talented tadger tugging.

"Well," Auntie Lucy suggested, "if you don't like the word arrangement, perhaps you might prefer understanding or agreement perhaps, yes? Your mummy, myself, and other members of this house have enjoyed understanding arrangements and agreements in this house ever since you grandpapa passed away when we were your age. Those arrangements and agreements have stood in place ever since in one form or another. You do find arrangements, understandings and agreements to be to your liking, yes?"

"You see Harry," Mummy continued, "I was hoping to establish an understanding with you the night you passed by my door. My heart was up in my mouth and I was waiting. That was why it was left ajar...oh no, I wasn't sleeping in the least, (giggle) I was waiting." Harry's mouth hung open like a cod's at the realization! Mummy continued,

"You skipped off to the loo, I figured you lost heart or possibly your ardor, and I figured I'd have to try again some other night. I shut the door and finished the job. I actually heard you return to the door and pause, but then you departed down to your room; much to my disappointment! I feared I had actually frightened you."

"Oh no Mummy," Harry replied, "you hadn't. I really did honestly think you were having bad dreams and felt it best not to wake you!"

"Yes," Edwina replied, "I can see that now. I must admit I began to lose my courage then as well. After the last incident in the bath when I found your little telltale species of jellyfish, I decided to enlist the help of your Auntie Lucy who is somewhat an expert and mentor in such matters. She was a mentor for me at your age when she awakened me!" Harry stared now in disbelief but he nodded comprehending what this was all about.

He heard the horrid evil cane drop to the tile floor as Lucy now ran her hand across the stripes along his bum to sooth the stings with comforting flourishes. Her other hand continued a lewd and vigorous wanking blur on his pego! She then brought his head to her bosom as a sort of comforting pillow and bid him to watch his mum and to - FOR HEAVENS SAKE NOT STOP WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH HIS HAND! He complied happily and somewhat relieved that her storm had passed; despite the fact that the rain outside had increased in intensity. Things of course were increasing in intensity in and around the tub as well!

Mummy's hand now splayed the flaps back on her lovely blossom for him to see and with her free hand she strummed at her little hooded bean. As legumes go, it was large enough a bean so that when she peeled back the little hood she was able to put her thumb and forefinger around it and give herself a merry little wank to match the one her dear Harry was receiving from his Auntie Lucy. He tried to parrot the same movement on his auntie but her legs were a bit too close together so he merely continued his ole' pokey-strokey of her button as she masturbated him closer and closer to a familiar sensation that he had already created on his own loins many times before. The wondrous thing now, was that the hand of a woman was executing the rude strokes. Oh JOY!

His pokes n' prods upon his aunt were now having a cumulative affect and her hand came up from his bum to tweak and pinch at her nipples. She now had the rhythm and the pressure and the sensation she needed. Lucy now had one more urgent request for him, (well.. more of a demand really if you get down to it).

"Kiss me Harry! KISS ME HARD!" Their lips rushed together and she smelled his scent and he hers. Their hands continued their mutual sexual agitations but now the two were fused together, aunt to nephew, mouth to mouth in a glorious kiss worthy of any romantic artist's brush! He felt like he was being happily skewered at the mouth by her probing and wicked cow tongue as the large pink organ slewed around in his mouth like it might build a nest in there! Lucy felt her inner tremor rise and she began a low moan into his lips. It was a moan that became a wail, and finally a sob straight into his open mouth!

Lucy broke her mouth away from his and howled at the ceiling much as he had moments before under the crack of the cane; only this shout was a cry of total surrender to joy! His diddling fingers suddenly were splashed by warm broth as she howled again at the ceiling plaster in a loud and heartfelt OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!

Her cunny splashed beads of hot dew down her legs and then onto the floor tiles. Still shaking like a newborn colt from the force of her crescendo, she pushed his hand away from her sex as her orgasm subsided. She stepped with unsteady legs into the tub directly between Harry and his mummy and squatted down before him, her bum barely touching the water. She took her nephew's cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him his first demonstration of fellatio while his mummy stroked on and looked on! It was a practical exercise of sorts and the student was part of demonstration obviously. Learning can be such blasted fun!

Harry took a chance and without being told ran his hands through his Aunt Lucy's hair and snarled his fingers into her black curls. He grabbed the back of her head and as she sucked him like a nursing calf, he rocked his loins into her delightfully bobbing noggin. He looked beyond his aunt for a moment and he saw Mummy look at him and nod, licking her lips in approval. He was doing so well with his lesson! Ahhh the things that make mummy's so very proud!

Harry felt it now rising up from his balls; good and strong! Auntie Lucy's mouth was just so warm and good! He would gladly brave the cane a hundred times if only to feel this wonderful sensation of her mouth upon his cock again. She impaled her head upon his pego now; aiming for that empty spot in the back of her throat that she always imagined existing and that she always longed to fill! Several strokes of the back of her throat on his penis and Harry's face became a tortured mask of ecstasy and pent up male pressure that was surging to the surface! Lovely hydraulics were at work now and soon he would not be able to stop what was about to happen; even if his life had depended on it!

His mummy in the tub bucked her hips hard against her frigging fingers. Her other hand found her cunny hole and plowed her fingers one, two, three, and four into the sopping pink tunnel while her other hand ravaged her hooded clitoris with dancing fingers and thumb! Her eyes locked on his for barely an instant but it was enough! Edwina now inspired by her son's imminent release exploded in a howling scream of AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH as her pink flower-hole began to spill her salty brine into the tub and splash forward from her frigging fingers on her sister's wriggling rump!

That was all Harry needed to see. The mouth on his penis and the squirtations of his naughty screaming mummy pushed him over the edge! In a hoarse roar of AAAAAAGGGHHHHHRRRRRRRR, he blew a piping hot load of chap chowder into his auntie's gobbler! As he thrashed his head from side to side and blubbered for the shear filthy joy of it all, his wicked auntie swallowed her first hot drink of the day.

"Edwina was quite right," she thought to herself, "he does taste like Sir William!" I shall explain perhaps another day dear readers when there is more time. You understand of course, yes?

In the bottom of the tub the three sat, Mummy in the back, and Auntie and her dear nephew taking up a position in the front; resting and reflecting. The three bodies rolled in the swirling waves and fog of the bath like they were the hulks of three great warships after a violent naval engagement had occurred and now they were just gently rocking in the post action bliss and haze of it all.

Lucy's hand jerked absentmindedly at Harry's his cockie in the water and steam for several minutes afterwards. It was really more playing with a toy than trying to get it to do anything. She was like a silly cat that had just found a rubber mouse. She giggled and kept her own council while she fiddled with his spent member. Finally she announced to Harry that his initial cleansing was over.

"Initial cleansing?" said Harry as his pego began to rise again. Her fiddles had obviously reloaded his bollocks and now his gun battery would be ready to fire shortly. His Auntie Lucy began to suck him to new hardness while his mummy explained.

"Yes Harry," she said with love and expectation in her eyes, "I was afraid you would spout too soon with me so we let Auntie Lucy rub and suck out the first merry spoutings. You wouldn't want to blow your steam engine too soon and spoil Mummy's fun would you?" He shook his head and she shook her head with him.

"Good," said Mummy tapping her sister on the bum, "I suspect I can now have a good proper cleansing bath with my fine young man!" Lucy came up for air nodding her head in agreement. Below her was Harry's sea serpent, breeching its angry head from the water and ready to go again.

Harry changed spots with his Auntie in the vastness of the lovely clawfoot bathtub. Auntie Lucy took up a position at the foot of the tub facing the other two with her legs apart and her hands set to bother her sex and bubbies. The water was still nice and warm. The rain outside had never let up. It was the sound of rain pattering on the window panes and on the roof above that roared in Harry's ears as Mummy shifted back against the rear of the sloping slipper shaped bath and Harry advanced to join her in some "good clean fun." Hygiene after all is such an important lesson for a young gentleman to learn!

To Be Continued Dear Readers if You Vote it To Be So! 



Mother’s New Governess Ch. 02



Harry paused in the bath for a moment and took in the sight before him, and what a sight it was! Edwina Cory for her thirty-seven years on this earth was a splendid specimen of a woman and looked younger than she was. She had lovely brown "mooning eyes" that looked bigger than they really were and her high cheekbones, prominent dimples, tiny nose, and bee stung pout provided a face below her raven black curls of long hair that immediately commanded interest and attention by anyone who saw her, male or female.

She was a tall woman although not as tall as her towering thirty-eight-year-old sister Lucy. Edwina also had (despite her generous round hips and bum set atop her long slender legs), a teensy tiny mid-tum tum segment that was testament to what a good tight corset and a little self-denial combined with long walks and vigorous riding could accomplish on the female form.

Her most prominent feature (or features) however, were her breasts. They were a bit on the large side of things to be perfectly clear. In fact, as "cats-heads" went, to most people who saw Edwina, they looked as though they were somewhat a bit larger. Harry now suspected that "lion noggins" might be a better description of the two, as they jutted bulged; seeming to stare back at him with their doubloon sized areolas and their pink bon-bon nipples poking up as if to say, "Good morning, is it cold in here?"

To Harry she was now the most delectable morsel he could think of feasting upon; all motherly flesh and curves, with legs and udders and sighs! More than just sexual desire to him, she represented cooing comfort and a glorious means by which to shuck off the cocoon of his adolescence and embrace his transformation into a man! He wanted her despite of the inherent incestuous wrongfulness of it all! Judgement be damned; if this was all wrong, then what was the point of being a moral soul! No one but Auntie knew, and she wasn't about to tell anyone after what vileness she'd just done to him.

He shot one more look over his shoulder at Auntie Lucy behind him. She was frigging away at her little oyster pearl atop her pink grotto with vigor and running that lewd tongue over her lips in voyeuristic anticipation. Her normally stern expression was gone and replaced by a lusty beautiful visage; catlike brown eyes atop high cheek bones, a fine slender nose, full luscious lips; all stacked atop a more angular chin. Her face was beautiful but unlike Mummy's beauty which made you wish to melt, auntie's look was that of beautiful arrogance and confidence. She was a handsome woman who was obviously a seductress when she wasn't a complete terror.

Like Mummy, Auntie Lucy was a raven haired towering woman, (the taller of the two as I mentioned earlier) with long deer-like legs but she was less rounded than Mum was. Her tum-tum sat slender atop an arse that would best be described as a valentine that had been flipped upside down. Her breasts, although not as huge as Mummy's, were like plump gourds that a man would have to spread his fingers wide to get his hands across with lovely little erect nubs for nipples. She smiled and nodded her head in her sister's direction in an encouraging unsaid sort of, "Well boy! Get to it! C'mon!"

Harry turned and was just about to help his mummy with a bit of "spit and polish" (as any dutiful son really should under such circumstances), when the "rub and scrub in the back o' the tub" activities were temporarily interrupted by the door opening. He was actually in "mid lurch"; stepping in sort of a crouching duck-walk and the intrusion startled him as though he'd just been caught by the school master doing some illicit bit of "mischievous something" that he shouldn't have! He panicked, slipped, and fell, back onto his bum with a resounding KA-SPLASH and crashed his head against the edge of the tub! 

As to why he'd panicked, he wasn't exactly sure. I suspect dear readers that despite all the naughtiness that had happened with his Auntie Lucy under his mum's "supervision"; he was still English, still a gentleman in this house, and as still naked! It was also still 1875 and you don't simply "undue" eighteen years of uptight British conditioning and suppression of urges, appetites, and passions in one go (no- matter how "libertine" Mummy and Auntie were trying to be! 

He also wasn't sure just who in the household should know about "this sort of thing" anyhow for that matter. There was a danger of this getting out and you must remember; Queen "Vicki" was still on the throne. He doubted seriously she'd approve!

The result was, he had an instantaneous attack of modesty, tried to get as low as possible in the bath, and had the misfortune of stepping on the bar of soap. The wretched little cake shot out from under his foot like a greased shot from a 12 pounder artillery piece. The rest was all "crash and splash," I'm afraid! 

Now he lay on partially on his back and partially on his side in the soapy water, one foot up in the air over the rim of the bath and the other bent around him at a wicked and unnatural angle against the tub wall. His head ached like he was a freshly clubbed fish and his shoulder was not much better. Even worse, his badly banged bum now smarted as well as stung from the earlier kisses from Auntie Lucy's cane. Suffice to say, he was a sight and couldn't have been more of a pathetic example, had he been unhorsed at Bosworth Field and been lying helpless in his armor at the marsh with Stanley and Henry's men riding down upon him from all sides! (Oh just look it up readers I won't go into it here)

Lucy shrieked with laughter from where she sat at the foot of the bath as she found his slip and tumble "arse over tea kettle" most hilarious! Mummy wrinkled her nose in irritation at the interruption. She sat up and craned her head out of the bath and said aloud "YES?"

Meredith pushed her way through the door with two wooden buckets of steaming hot water that she had lugged up the stairs. She huffed and puffed until she set them down upon the floor next to the tub. Harry dropped his foot down off the lip of the bath. He hoped the maid hadn't noticed his presence in the fog, and for all his pain and suffering, he remained perfectly still; imitating the same manner as a deer which has heard a twig snap in a wood. His head was low and just above the waterline and he contemplated diving below the surface but he was uncertain just how long he could hold his breath if he did so. He then heard the maid explain herself to his mother,

"I thought you both would be in need some more warm water. There are two more buckets like this down in the kitchen that the cook has on the stove for you Mah' am! Oh and Drusilla is fetching more water for the stove more as we speak. That should be about four more coming up."

"Oh,..." Mummy answered graciously, "that IS awfully good of you Meredith. Yes, please add them right in!" The maid nodded politely and hoisted the first steaming bucket over the gaudy gilded lip of the tub. She was about to pour it into the bath when Mummy gave Harry who was cowering low in the water a helpful nudge saying, 

"Harry! Do be a good sport and move your bum out of the way or you shall surely have it scalded as well as banged up and striped! Oh, and do stop moaning like a mare giving birth and behave like the manly fellow I know you to be! You had knock from a tub, not a musket ball!" 

"Yes Mummy!" said Harry who shot out of the way of impending cascade of scalding hot liquid and dashed straight into the clutches of his wicked Auntie Lucy, who stopped her riotous derisive laughter long enough to scoop him from behind in a powerful she-bear hug. She held the little cub she'd snatched up at the water's edge closely; giggling and kissing at the back of his neck with puckered smooching lips before she ran her naughty cow tongue up and down his nape. Her hand now creeped "around and down" to wickedly wank his willy in full view of the maid who began to pour. 

Harry could see that the maid paid no more attention to his presence in the tub with two adult female relations any more than she did the steam rising out of her heavy bucket. Obviously she was either "good" with this "arrangement" or that it was not a shock. He guessed that she had been "bought out" and that a bit of Daddy's "hush money" was being diverted by Mummy to members of the household staff to purchase their silence and compliance. He wondered how long this had been going on, as Lucy now nibbled away at his earlobe and wanked furiously at his charger. 

He now noticed the temperature down by his feet had begun to rise (along with his pego which had wilted with his terrible tub tumble but was now being tempered to a new polished hardness by Lucy's talented tadger touches). He squirmed under her smothering kisses, sniffs, nips, and nibbles as the maid now reached for the second bucket of water and added even more soothing warmth and depth to the bath. The water level was up past his navel now and thanks to the skilled hands of Lucy.... so was his ardent throbber! 

"Will fetch the other two buckets right away Mrs. Cory," Meredith informed her mistress. She then paused and remembered she had a question, "Oh and I suppose you'd like me to just keep the buckets coming Mah'am like we did when you 'ad your initial 'cleaning lessons' wif Miss Mabel and your sister, the gov'ness here?" 

"Yes," replied Edwina politely, "just like last year! That would be very good." 

Harry went wide-eyed as her words sank in. Well, at least he had an answer as to how long at a minimum this had been happening although he had a sneaking suspicion that Mother's indiscretions went much further back than any initiations that had occurred with his older sister. He guessed that there were at least half a score of "visits" that Auntie had paid the household over the years; all quite unannounced and she always took council behind closed doors with Mummy and his Grandmamah late at night. The next morning the three would emerge from those chambers for a merry breakfast but the room would smell a bit of wine, smoke, and some other odors that he couldn't immediately place at a tender age. He'd also noticed however the smell in the room when his father would visit. Odd. 

What's more, he recalled now where it was often the three would leave the house either in his mother's carriage or in that of his auntie but always they would return with a strange silent and knowing countenance that at the time he simply chalked up to the "business and affairs" of adults. In such a home where strange and covert behavior became the norm, would it not make sense that a child would cease to notice it? Would it also not make sense to think that loyal servants such as Meredith and others had the foundation of that loyalty reinforced with a bit of coin? 

He now completely ignored the departure of the maid as he stared unblinking off into his memories like he was scrutinizing ships on a horizon that came closer and closer until one by one he began to make out what they were. His noggin stopped hurting from the fall in the bath and instead his gears of realization and epiphany began to turn. Harry was a smart one; possibly a bit too terribly smart by some accounts! 

He heard the outer door to his mother's bedroom shut as Meredith headed down the hall to the stairs. It snapped him back into the here and now (as did the foul wickedry of Auntie's hand at his loins)! He felt the back of her hand moving up and down behind him and he realized that as she churned at his horrid "Harry handle," she was plucking away at a tune on her own strings, and most probably HAD BEEN the entire time Meredith was present in the room. No - he reasoned; definitely Meredith was well inside a certain circle of trust...of this much he was sure!

Mummy now cleared her throat at her sister. Lucy caught her look and her meaning and pouted in disappointment but she remembered that "all good girls shared things with their sisters," (especially when those things were their sisters to begin with)! Besides, neither Edwina nor Lucy wanted there to be a row or THEIR mummy might settle things; which would mean the toy in question would be taken away for a period of time. For the second time that morning (and that bath for that matter), she relinquished her grip on Harry and set him free across the bath with a chuckle and a playful smack on his striped bum.

Mummy pouted her lips in an exaggerated pucker beckoned with a curled finger for Harry to "come pay some attention," to her up in the back of the immense high-backed tub with its garish gold trim. She turned around in the tub and she ran her fesses out to greet him, her bum dripping water trickles back to the surface of the bath. The rain outside continued to roar on the roof in a furious torrent as she spoke to him innocently.

"Wash my back Harry! Be a good boy for Mummy!" she said to him.

He did as he was told and took up a position to assist her, his pego pushing out in front of him like he was some sort of gallant lancer heading into the thick of it. His problem was that he didn't know what that something was! True, the thought of perfectly nasty things flashed through his mind at the moment. He was ardent and his tadger throbbed and surged with blood, ready for something. As to just what that something was he couldn't really tell.

Aside from a general knowledge he had from books on animal husbandry and biology, he hadn't anything more in his experience to prepare him from this. He wished some of those texts had been better illustrated and that the descriptions of mammals conjoining had not been so rife with euphemisms and vagaries of that century. He was therefore naturally grateful when Mummy handed him the rag and the soap over her shoulder so that he could at least crack-on with the washing and figure out the rest in good time; despite the fact that his throbbing pego wished to dispense with the washin' and get to the spearin'!

He seized up the soap and began to wash upon his Mummy's spine and the top of her hips. This went on for a minute or so until Edwina sensed indecision on his part as what to do next. Being the polite reserved individual that Harry was; he had to be plainly told by her and with no uncertainty to "go lower with the soap and the cloth, and the scrubby brush." He complied and began to swish and swirl the lather, rag, and bristles down across her lovely apple bottom that she had presented to him for both servicing and inspection. Harry now screwed up the courage to actually touch first one of her "gluteus maximii" and then the other with his bare hand to "push away the soap and suds" as part ostensibly of the rinse process with water from the bath. His hands did linger however, and his torrid tadger began to leap and hop in his lap like a trout from a brook as the process continued!

"Get my shoulders and neck too darling," Mummy reminded him. His attentions left her bum and he dutifully came up with soap and brush and then the warm washrag on the spots behind her ears, the back of her neck, and her shoulders. As he was finishing up things above her middle, the naughty section down below; namely her bum, jutted back against his throbbing pego; playfully bouncing into it and onto it in multiple places.

Edwina was being a terribly uncooperative bather and not at all being helpful for her attendant; her bum being all soapy wet movement and squirms. She most deliberately caught the notch of her naughty nest upon the mushroom head of Harry's pulsing piece of pork and upon feeling him at the entrance to her sex; dropped her weight against it. I shan't go into all the Newtonian physics that happened here dear readers, but suffice to say as Harry was scrubbing his Mummy's shoulders clean, he suddenly felt his cock-head sink in an inch or so into the warmth of her motherly meat-pie that clasped him in a wonderfully horrid and wicked fashion!

Harry sucked in his breath in a loud asthmatic gasp and tried to exclaim, "Oh Mummy I think I jus...."

"Oh not to worry, Harry dearest! Accidents happen to the best of us! Now don't panic!" She had the wickedest of naughty smirks etched across her mouth (as did her sister frigging herself behind Harry). She then thought about this matter and decided that having him spout this early was not in her best interest; figuring that like a fine meal, she wished to drag this carnal feast out over multiple courses (if possible). She resolved that she most definitely did not wish to "spoil his appetite" with this first bit of appetizer. She reassured him and reached back a hand to pat at his flanks, telling him it was alright, as she rocked forward and disengaged herself from his cock which flopped about and throbbed at her teasing taste of good things to come! Mummy now brought him "back on track" with a new requirement of hers. She told him she wasn't certain she was completely scrubbed down below and she dropped her shoulders once more as she raised her arse up for his scrutiny.

"Bring the soap in between things Harry," Edwina said as she pulled apart the twin moons of her arse for him, causing his jaw to drop at the sight; absolutely dumbstruck, "and get Mummy clean in both spots!" Staring back at him were Mummy's two most naughtiest of places and she was bidding him to "take care of her back there!" Her pink and purplish lotus petals hung just inches from his touch and her ragged bum-hole crater pouted just an inch and a half above that!

Harry's heart leapt up into his mouth but he resolved to be a pillar of British calm. He brought first the soap up and scrubbed the little notch of skin between Mummy's naughty bits and this went on for several seconds until Edwina's hand reached back. She patiently pointed a finger to the petals of her sex and sighed impatiently at the realization that he would have to be TOLD everything, but she smiled with the knowledge that his touch was just a moment away! The soap swiped across the folds and petals of the long fleshy curtains and then the warm cloth came up to sop, pull and tug the rolled folded meatiness clean.

"Now for a finger my dear, you must make sure that you've gotten EVERYTHING," she giggled as the rag tickled her slightly, "you wouldn't wish for Mummy to get irritation or infections from the soap yes?" Harry mumbled something to the affirmative and now aimed a wet finger at the pink flaps of sex reached forward. He made contact. His heart was racing and his breathing was labored heavy. Edwina's eyes blinked with excitement as she felt it...the touch of HIM! Her son's digit was probing her rolls of purplish roast beef tapestry and now an electric buzzes and tingles shot up and down her body from her toenails to the tippyity-top of her scalp!

"OOHHH Yesssssss!" came Mummy's hiss from low in the tub. Harry ran his fingertips down first one crease and the other; carefully pulling the flesh apart and watching with fascination as the salmon creases yielded to his touch. He brought the finger now to her hooded little trigger. Not knowing any better, he moved his finger directly onto the nub and he pushed the hood back as if inspecting a bit of tiny pink laundry. Her bum wiggled involuntarily and she yelped as his finger came in contact with her "starter button." He started to pull his hand back, afraid that he had hurt Mummy but she was faster and caught his hand and moved it back to the very same spot.

"Oooh don't worry Harry," Edwina cooed to him, "it feels very pleasant to be cleaned and scrubbed in such a fashion!" He resumed his stroking for nearly half a minutes time, noting that as he stroked and touched at the hooded little mouse-head, it produced accompanying gasps, OOOOHHHHs, and AAAAAHHHHHs, from Mummy that he recognized clearly to be pleasure. He also noted that she squirmed as though the experience filled her with such energy that she had to move and thrash her bum from side to side, (much in the same fashion as he had done when either he or Auntie had pulled or sucked upon his pego)!




Mother’s New Governess Ch. 02



Mummy's level of delightful agitation began to rise with his strokes and prods until finally he noticed her petals began to open and with that, the core of blossom now gaped before him; showing an open pink hole, slickened with dew and emitting a musky truffle scent that wafted up and danced in his nostrils. Her hand grabbed his wrist and she re-directed his probing fingers to the yawning and throbbing entrance. She pushed his finger to the mouth of her sex and then shifted her weight back onto his hand, making his finger careen up into her channel and scour the passageway in a fashion that produced a pleasant sigh from her lungs.

"Oohhh that's it Harry! Clean Mummy with your finger! Do it!" she coached him, "Just UUGGGH like you are doing! It is pleasant for Mummy to be cleaned like this! .....Can my little boy stick two fingers in there? How about two?" Harry complied and placed two, .....then three, and then after half a minute four fingers up inside the hole to Mummy's sex.

"OOOOOHHH Yessss! You are doing well," Edwina wheezed and hissed to her son as her cunny began to juice and dew, "now just hook your fingers a little dearest! Hook those fingers and clean that little mass of tissue just around the corner of Mummy's....OOOOOHHHHHH! HAAAAHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS!" Harry jumped a bit but kept stroking at the swollen little internal whatever it was, unsure of what he had done or if he was doing it correctly.

"Not to worry, you've hit the mark boy," came his Auntie's voice from over his shoulder, "and you are most certainly NOT hurting her!" Auntie Lucy had moved to a new position in the tub, standing on her knees behind him, her fingers whirring on her own sexual nub beneath her black thatch as she kissed his shoulders and breathed in deeply to inhale his scent. Her lips began to nibble and nip again at his shoulders and in between those same lips provided little whispers of female mentorship for her nephew's ears.

Lucy told him that the most satisfactory way to plunge-out such a hole as the one he was lodged in up to his knuckles, was to begin to increasing the pace and vigor and listen for the squishy sounds. He did as she directed him and in half a minute's time, he noticed the squishes began to gather and build inside Mummy's opening. Edwina's motherly moisture began to flow and down in her throat her grunts and yelps began to carry the notes of increasingly joyous urgency! Auntie Lucy now told Harry to apply the thumb the same plunging hand against his mummy's hooded starter button and within a few strokes the action had the desired result. Mummy shook and screamed, her bum bouncing up and down like the rump of a bucking mare and her hot broth cascaded from her hole; splattering onto her bewildered son as Auntie cheered him on in one ear like he had shot his first pheasant!

Lucy hugged her nephew and told him what a fine job of cleaning he had done and the panting wheezing face of Mummy looked over her shoulder weakly told Harry that she genuinely shared his auntie's opinion! Edwina however was not through, oh no! She was just getting started. She raised her bum up and called back to her boy,

"Now the other hole please, Harry!" Harry looked at his Auntie who smiled and nodded as if to say, "C'mon Luv, that hole won't clean itself!" Harry placed the same digit that had initially plied his mother's cunny to Edwina's rude little rectal rim and pressed as gently as he could. He heard Mummy push out her air through her nose and the tight little rim yielded. He pressed in through the elastic grip of Mummy's sphincter and then onward into the foul warmth of the passage beyond.

It was most certainly warm back there; warm like Mummy's other hole but not as moist. Edwina now bit her lip as she adjusted to the finger that had pushed through the portal of her poo pucker and she allowed herself to relax. A moment later and she bid Harry to push the finger up all the way in. He did and slowly advanced his digit on a scouting mission up the strangest of any passageway he had ever explored. It was a naughty warm tunnel and a tunnel that had now apparent end in from what her could feel. He wondered if something as big as his cockie could ever fit in something like this.

"You know what this hole is dear Nephew," his auntie asked. "Yes?"

"Yes I do," said Harry whose throbber continued to twitch between his legs as his finger explored his Mummy's most private of apertures, "it Mummy's poo-hole."

"Yes it is," his mummy answered from down at the bottom of the tub, her mouth just above the waterline, "and you know what you are doing?" Mummy's fingers from one hand snaked up from under beneath and began to tease and bother again at her hooded legume as her young man's finger poked and explored inside the entrance to her entrails.

"I am checking to see if you are clean," Harry answered.

"Yes," Mummy replied, "and do you feel anything?"

"No Mummy," Harry answered, "just skin and warmth inside?"

"And do you know why you feel it to be so clean," his Auntie Lucy asked over his shoulder, her tone somewhat that of a pedantic schoolmistress. Harry shook his head. Auntie Lucy explained.

"You didn't run into anything up inside your mummy with your finger because she and I both gave each other a good cleaning out before coming downstairs to find you. I have a device that helps ladies clean out their bottoms before a finger or anything else travels up inside such a place. We cannot be too clean now can we?" Harry shook his head --No emphatically as he agreed with his auntie. Mummy seemed to be enjoying his finger back there but she suggested that there be a change up now in the bathing procedure.

"Harry," she said, "now do be a good boy and un-cork Mummy's bum carefully so that I may turn over please. Oh and thank you for a lovely cleaning up back there, you have been most attentive!" Edwina now turned herself and lay upon her back. She bid Harry to lie down next to her in the water. Auntie Lucy once again assumed her position at the foot of the tub and continued to wank away at herself, but cheerfully added that if Edwina needed her; she'd know where she could find her!

Edwina reclined back in bath, parroting the manner of an Odalisque painting by one of the great masters. Her fully grown cub took up a spot at her side and she cuddled him closely; nuzzling at him as though she might start licking him clean before putting him down for a nap. She found him to be just as exquisite and intriguing up close as she had expected and fantasized about in her noggin; those expectations partially fueled by her previous peeks and her flesh gropes as she toweled him off in the bath a few weeks prior. 

Now she held him as a child would a new puppy, sniffing and pecking at him whilst letting her hands roam about his landscape, (or more appropriately a "ladscape" that was transforming day by day and with ever increasing speed into a "manscape"). She bear-hugged him as if she was going to squeeze the stuffing from him and turning her nose to his neck and hair, she huffed in a deep sucking lungful of his scent. Her nose detected a feint musk and sweat that had , not unlike sandalwood mixed with fine leather. Oh dear she realized....he smelled just like his daddy to her as well!

His rampant and throbbing pego now was apparently much in need of attention; for it angrily hopped up and down like it was throwing a tantrum of sorts from neglect. Upon noticing how it danced so, Edwina snatched it up in her free hand; providing a "mother's touch" to address Harry's "little problem." She asked him if his naughty little tadger was hurting him and he nodded in the affirmative, so she happily gave him soothing little wanks and bid him to suckle and nurse upon her swollen teats. 

Perhaps she bid him to suckle her out of nostalgia from a bygone time when she had more of a hands-on approach to the rearing of her offspring or perhaps she had a more carnal requirement - she wasn't certain. What she DID know was that "back in the day," she would never have enjoyed the touch of his large veiny John Thomas in her hand while nursing him! Furthermore, as Harry's hand crept over her leg and and across her black thatch so as to locate, vex, and diddle, at her hooded bean; she doubted seriously that fiddling upon her instrument was ever essential for nursing but then again; she was "content as could be" with this "variation" on the timeless old activity and thrust her hips appreciatively against his caresses!

The three "would-be cleansers" in the tub were once again interrupted, as Meredith now arrived with a second pair of steaming buckets. She added in the first pail of hot stove-water and the level of the tub rose a bit more. The room again filled with warm foggy vapor in sharp contrast to the cold drizzle spattering the grounds and walls of the house outside. It was most certainly a good day to be in either a hot bath or a warm bed! 

As the second bucket load was poured into the bath, Harry continued nursing but looked up out of self-consciousness due to the maid's presence. Again she appeared to not pay him any real attention, but at one point he noticed her eyes did lock onto the rampant veiny rascal that Mummy now manipulated in her lovely little "man-handler" of a hand and what's more; the rude little maid stared at "it" for at least a five-count. Her stare presently melted from cold awe into an appreciative smile.

OH HOW SCANDALOUS DEAR READERS! Absolutely scandalous! The maid should have been attending to her business -but NOOOOO!! Instead of course, the lewd little tart was ogling Harry's "lad lumber!" No wonder that in a few decades the Empire would have nothing left of it! The shame!

Now mind you; maid was only distracted for the briefest of seconds, but ole' Harry saw what he saw! Meredith's eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, and her tongue touched the underside of her upper lip as if her mouth had gone dry! Her hand adjusted the blouse of her maid's uniform as if the chest area had suddenly become a bit tight. Her gaze, however temporary it may have been; seemed to be the equivalent of a photographer's lens being open for an instant before the shutter snaps-shut. The image of a veiny shaft of flesh in Edwina's wanking fingers was thusly preserved on a glass plate negative in the back of maid's mind, and most probably for her later use when things were a little more private and solitude was assured! Whether or not Mummy saw this reaction remains a point of controversy but Edwina did happen address Meredith with question that snapped the maid out of her torrid trance of carnal distraction.

"Oh, and Meredith," Edwina said politely with the sweetest of smiles, while sculling away at Harry's oar, "would you be so kind as to inquire with the cook to see if we might have some tea brought up?"

"Mrs. Applebum has already put the kettle on Mah'am," Meredith answered with a polite curtsey, "I can bring the service up straight away."

"Oh that will be very good Meredith," Mummy responded just before remembering something. "Oh and Meredith,"

"Yes Mah'am?"

"Please toss in a dose of medicinal gin into Harry's tea," Mummy requested, "he had a bit of a nasty knock on his noggin when he stepped on this treacherous bar of soap. It's around her someplace, where is it?" She shifted her bum cheek and the soap shot like a dart along the edge of the tub, striking the perpetually self-abusing Auntie Lucy in the thigh at the opposite end of the bath and causing both ladies to squeal and titter! Apparently they found the laws of Mr. Newton quite amusing!

"Yes of course Mah'am," replied Meredith who disappeared from the room but not before taking one more "mental tintype" of Harry in all his glory. Her eye caught his for the briefest splice of an instant and he believed he saw her smile. Pucker and lips full of teat, he turned up the corners of his mouth and "shot it back at her." A second later she was gone carrying a bit of a smirk on her lips and a tingle in places further down and in multiple locales. 

Oh dear, such impertinence from a servant!  This never would have gone down had Prince Albert even so much as half a breath in his lungs, absolutely ghastly! Oh...and where was I? Oh yes.... 

As Harry suckled and chewed at the naughty protruding nub, Mummy's hips began to rise and thrust against the tips of his fingers. Shortly "Mummy and Junior," had found a particularly wicked rhythm that while not exactly a harmless n' tame caress; it happened to be not so zealous as to force Harry to culminate early-on and spoil Edwina's fun and Oedipal merriment! She ventured a guess that with this new tempo and friction, she could beat upon his drumstick indefinitely and build upon his briny reserves. She decided after a few minutes of this wonderfully intimate session between mother and son that the time was right to pose a few questions to him so as to "keep things moving" without startling him as he negotiated this exciting new world she was sharing with him!

"Harry," she whispered in his ear before kissing the top of his head and breathing in the scent of a lovely hair oil she'd purchased specially for his birthday, "what was it you were up to when Auntie went downstairs to find you? She looked first in your bedroom and found you to be conspicuously absent so I suggested the hall toilet and then the downstairs parlor to her where she located you."

"I had out my bug collection Mummy and was labeling my butterflies," Harry answered her.

"Your butterflies? Why... that sounds very interesting. You love your insects don't you?"

"Yes Mummy," Harry answered, "I would have taken the dogs out for a bit of shooting but the rain was so terrible." Harry was most fond of hunting and fishing. He loved stepping out with the dogs and the guns through the fields and countryside. Nothing was better than to be out on the land with golden sunshine splashing over all things green and lush! It was as if Mother Nature had dipped her brush in the most vivid of breathtaking pigments and used ancient Albion as her canvas! Harry saw it as her most precious gift; affording him the esteemed privilege of trudging across the many beautiful places in her paintings; to find all manner of wonderful little scurrying, fluttering, dashing, and leaping creatures, and to blast them to pulp, hair, and bits of bloody feathers before releasing the dogs to tear the little buggers to smithereens! Er...um... I mentioned he also was fond of fishing too, yes? Well, good.

"Oh," said his mummy, "why indeed it was nasty outdoors, and still is! Well, I am happy you are here now with myself and your Auntie in this nice cozy tub, away from the wind and the cold, but possibly not the wet I suppose!"

"A different sort of wet, I suppose?" observed Auntie Lucy down beyond their feet who pulled two wet fingers from her juicing quim and plopped them into her puckered gob to suck them clean and making certain that Harry saw her do it! 

"Yes," Mummy observed thoughtfully. She caught up a bit of pre-ejaculate from the tip of Harry's cock and pulled her finger away, trailing a slimy string that looked much like melted sugar. She popped it in her puckered mouth but not before first commenting, "a different sort of wet MOST CERTAINLY!" She swished the briny little bit of salty protein around on her palate, before swallowing and continuing.

"Harry," she asked, "so what was it, you were you doing with you bug collection?"

"Sticking pins in them mostly. Putting a pin through the abdomen of the specimen and then making a label so as to tell what they were."

"Sticking them were you?" Mummy said feigning interest, "oh... that sounds terribly engaging."

"Yes," Harry explained, "some have a little bit more, some have a little bit less to stick in. Usually if I can find a spot on the specimen where the guts should be, that is a fine place to stick em'!" 

"Oh how very fascinating," said Mummy, "you realize that I have a lovely little sticking pin here in my hand don't you know?" Harry paused at first. He then looked down to observe her strokes and wanks and immediately understood her meaning. He nodded and chuckled with her as, Mummy had made a witty one!

"What is more Harry; I have a lovely butterfly that I can show you! Do you wish to see it?"

"Yes," he replied not exactly understanding her choice of metaphor but he was certain he wasn't going to be observing some species of rare Lepidoptera in this bath; despite the fact that the air had become positively steamy and probably quite comfortable for most fluttering insects, especially the tropical variety. Edwina pushed him back and then rose from the hot depths of the bath. She reached over the side of the tub for a low rough-wood dressing stool and then brought it up n' over into the bath with the legs submerged in the soapy water but the seat of the stool being high and dry. 

Mummy sat her bum atop the stool and parted her legs as widely as possible so that her bum and nether regions were now clear for her lad to observe. Harry crouched in the water before her. Auntie Lucy could see that her sister was in danger of tumbling over backwards so raising a finger to her sibling as if to say, "Wait one moment please," she rose and stepped quickly around the two entomology enthusiasts and provided her sister with a secure "back-rest" to lean against. Mummy could now recline slightly in the furtherance of her son's education and put both feet upon the edge of the bath. I so DO love science! Don't you, dear readers?

The subject was now ready. The student was in position to observe. Lucy reached forward n' down over her sister's tummy and found her wiry thatch mound. With a pair of fingers she parted Edwina's lips, and displayed the rare and much prized "Pink Pussy-Lox Swallowtail Butterfly" for Harry's review! Harry's jaw again dropped open again and it was a wonder it did not hit the water on this occasion!

"Aren't butterflies simply wondrous things Harry?" his mother asked. She was met by a completely dumbstruck and open mouthed nod from her pupil who never took his eyes away from the lovely specimen. 

"Well," she continued, "just like the butterflies you stick pins in; Mummy Nature paints this one you see here (and all the ones out in the big world); in such an amazing and wonderful multitude of shapes and colors! Mummy Nature loves variety and beauty, do you not think so?" She was met by another dumb nod by Harry. 

"I think so too," Mummy said, "and your auntie and I are going to make it possible to inspect oh so many butterflies in this big wide world if we have our way! Now do you know what else Mummy Nature does with this sort of butterfly?" Harry shook his head but he was certain he would find out momentarily.

"Why she gives it the most beautiful and pretty hooded head," Mummy explained as Auntie Lucy ran one finger down across Edwina's clitoral nub and peeled back the fold of skin that partially enveloped it.

"I believe," Lucy added, "that he has already some experience touching my butterfly head; although he didn't get a decent look at what he was attending to!"

"Oh well," Mummy replied, "then this IS an enlightening experience for him! Harry, have you ever kissed a butterfly?" The dumb codfish-mouthed young man once again shook his head but kept his eyes screwed on the captivating bit of wonder before them.

"Well," she continued, "I should think it is high time you learned. Lucy! Please hold the little wings apart; just like you are doing, and Harry! Please give our little pink and purple friend a kiss!" Harry was not at all sure what he was doing but fascination overcame any sense of his being intimidated by the unfamiliar. He leaned forward, opened his mouth slightly, and his lips and tongue met the mushroomy truffle touch of Edwina's lovely feminine salmon filet! 




Mother’s New Governess Ch. 02



The taste and scent to him were a combination of both things most strange and most definitely exciting! It was a bit of something salty for him; almost like an anchovy but not repellant by any means! In fact... quite the opposite was true; for he found the smell, texture, and taste absolutely captivating and he was certain this was supposed to be more than a mere kiss, so just like the nipple he had chewed at before, he began to gobble and masticate at the wicked little lotus petals held apart by Auntie's fingers!  For her part, Edwina now looked of into the distance out at the window as the rain poured and spattered upon the panes of glass and the strengthening wind rattled the shutters. She gazed off into infinity, emitting a heavy sigh HHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH here........ and an OOOOOHHH YESSS there!

Harry brought his lips and tongue first down to the naughty little hole before him and focused mistakenly there for a period of time. He noticed that it produced a series of agreeable vocalizations from Mummy but when his nose knocked against the hooded little head of the butterfly, she let out an unmistakable groan of pleasure that amounted to an UUUGGGHHH  OOHHHH HHAAHHHH MMMM! His tongue abandoned the little opening and now moved up to the butterfly's head with hungry licks, swirls, and flourishes.

HOOOH! AAAAHHHH UNNNNGHHHHH! cried Mummy and she raised her hips up to grind herself against him. Harry knew he'd hit the mark! He now focused his attentions on Edwina's starter button as she thrashed her head and groaned like loose warped floorboard in an old house!

Auntie Lucy continued to splay her sister's flower blossom apart for her nephew but now her hand came up and around to bother and tweak at Edwina's teats. Lucinda kissed and nibbled at her sister's neck and whispered foul suggestions in Edwina's ear, to which the woman could not reply but only nod in heartfelt agreement as the sensations became more intense for her! Auntie Lucy was then struck by a lovely idea.

"Harry," Lucy said in-between kisses of her sister's neck and earlobes, " you remember when I took your pego in my lips, just a half minute's time before I made you spend yourself in my mouth and let me taste your lad chowder?" Harry nodded but didn't say a word. His nod however produced a motion of his tongue against Mummy's started that made her cry aloud with OOOHHHH! WOOOOHOOO! UNNGHHH!

"Well then," Lucy continued, "take the butterfly's head in your mouth in the manner of a teat; as I did with you, and suckle it. Can you do this?" He looked up at her and nodded again, (creating more thrashes and groans from his mummy). He then brought his mouth up to the pulsing little bean of hooded flesh and sucked it in with a slurp.

Edwina let out a howl of AAHHHHHHH OOOHHHH YESSSSS... RIGHT THERE HARRY! She threw back her head, thrashed her hips, and ran her fingers through his hair; pulling at his noggin as her pelvis fucked at his face hard! Harry for his part knew he was onto something good and he kept his lips latched onto the little swollen mass of hooded pinkness, as would a barnacle stuck to the side of a vessle! His tongue and teeth gently pulled at the fleshy nodule as if it would somehow spout warm milk if he tugged just a smidgen harder as Edwina wailed, shrieked and absolutely forbid him to stop!

Harry reasoned that since his fingers before had done such a pleasurable thing to Mummy earlier in that "hole down below" of hers, he might do well if he put them to work inside there again; only in concert with what his sucking lips were doing. He could not have been more correct! He hooked two fingers up inside her cunny-hole and continued to nurse and chew at her bean; pulling at it and making rude sucking noises on the naughty nub. It was exactly what Mummy needed! In a matter of seconds her boiling cauldron bubbled over and she spilled her hot brew upon Harry's face and neck with a loud and rafter shaking AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH UUUUNNHHHHH AAAAHHHH! OHHH YEESSS! YESSSSSSSSS!

For Harry, it was as if a pipe had burst somewhere up inside his mummy and he pulled himself back for the briefest of moments but Edwina's hands still had the back of his head. She pulled his gob up to her spouting font and instinctively Harry began the task of finishing his soup. Wicked Auntie Lucy beamed down happily at him from over Mummy's shoulder as Edwina thrashed and wailed with joy until her climactic release had subsided.

The door opened again. Meredith appeared with Drusilla in the doorway, their bonneted heads thrust through the entrance to see if "Now was a good time?" By the sound of things,.... it was!

"Oh(pant)....do," said Edwina weakly in between gasps, "come in girls. We (pant).... were.. expecting you both!

"I've brought the tea Mah'am," said Meredith pushing a caddy into the room with a steaming kettle and three cups. Also present on the tray was a blue bottle of gin. Behind Meredith stood the island negress Drusilla, straining under the load of two more steaming buckets in her hands.

"Well," said Mummy getting up off the stool and standing up in the bath, "this is as good a time for transition as any!"

"Transition?" said Meredith, "Oh yes Mah'am, transition! Quite." Meredith tittered at Mummy's words nervously as Lucy set the wooden stool outside the tub to let it drip upon the tiles. Lucy, now standing with her sister; reached for a cup and the merry maid Meredith poured for her. She took some cream but no sugar and then turned to Harry.

"Oh Harry," Lucy snapped at her nephew, "stand up and fetch some tea for yourself, we haven't got all morning long!" Harry did as told and rose to his feet, dripping water back into the bath. He stood patiently for Mummy to finish adding cream and sugar to her freshly poured cup of steaming "brown joy" as the buxom Jamaican maid began to empty the two buckets into the tub, adding to the already high water level and raising the amount of foggy weather in the room to maritime hazard levels. 

Mummy and Lucy stood taking their tea and chatting away cordially in the steaming water almost up to their knees while Harry held his cup and Meredith poured for him. Mummy remembered that he'd had a rather nasty knock on the head and reminded Meredith to give him two splashes of medicinal gin into his cup to "steel his constitution." Two splashes later, and with the appropriate amount of cream and sugar added to Harry's cup; he was ready to go and he thanked the maid politely. 

Mummy now had Meredith fetch some rather smelly bathing salts from the shelf plus the "medical balm" from under the sink. As the perfumey purplish powder was added to the bath and swished around by dutiful hand of Meredith; Harry stood sipping his tea, standing with his mummy and aunty as if taking in some refreshments following a church service. It all was very polite and cordial if you overlooked the fact that three of the people in the room were naked and the young man present had several red stripes across his bum from a proper hard caning. 

The two maids kept their professional demeanor and composure, however both snuck sideways peeks at Harry, (or well to be more precise - peeks at "bits" of him anyhow)!  Edwina picked up on this and with the tin of medical grease in her free hand, she politely let the two servants know that this was "all very good for now," and she'd ring the bell if they needed them. The two exited the room quickly, but before they left, Harry saw the two look at each other and smile as if to say, "Did you see it, girl?" and "I most certainly DID see it, dearie!" He also noticed both sets of eyes made contact with his own pupils and impertinent little smirks or smiles briefly flashed at the corners of their lips while their cheeks flushed a shocking crimson! The door closed.

Mummy, Harry, and Lucy now squatted back down into the tub and resumed the conversion in waters even warmer and higher than before. The discussion turned back to Harry's enthusiasm for butterflies and his love for sticking pins in creepy crawly multiple legged things. As the tea was finished, Mummy suggested to Harry that he join her again in the sloping back of the slipper shaped tub. Auntie Lucy saw that as her cue to move back to the foot of the bath.

"If you need of me, ...." she said.

"I'll be sure to call," answered Mummy. Harry's head was now absolutely swimming; the gin was having an effect on his noggin. It also had done something to his sense of composure and his inhibitions (quite possibly a calculated measure on the part of Edwina), for although his cock remained "rampant and ready" as before, his mood had become far more "rapacious and randy!" Meredith had left the bottle on the caddy before she departed and Mummy gave Harry two more cupful's, "straight down the ole' hatch"; making sure that his "head was better" after having taken such a nasty fall! He set down his cup on the caddy and then sank down by Mummy's side in the tub, giggling merrily to himself.

"Harry," said Edwina to her chuckling young tadpole as she grasped his loins once again and began to tug at them, "your pin it appears, STILL is in need of STICKING a specimen."

"OR TWO!" chimed in the smiling Auntie Lucy from the other end of the tub. Edwina wrinkled her nose in irritation and kicked a little water at her sister, who quieted down and minded her manners as she sipped her tea and poked at her muffin below the waterline, watching the other two.

"Harry," Mummy continued, "I could think of a couple of lovely places for you to stick your pin. Would you like me to show you darling?" The merry student smiled back and nodded in-between snickers and inebriated chuckles. He was well oiled and his inhibitions had gone drifting away like so much fog on the surface of the bath. That was all Edwina needed! 

As she lay back very high against the sloping rear of the tub, (and with Harry lying next to her on his side in the water), Mummy lifted her leg slightly and had him bend his body around underneath the raised portion of her bottom. She pulled the mushroom head of his cock up to the mouth of her sex and passed it several times along the opening to tease him. Then she brought the penile tip up to her own nub and teased herself with his pego against her hooded bean; up and down, up and down, up and down!

"I believe you have seen this before Harry, yes?" inquired Aunty Lucy over her cup of tea to him? He nodded and replied to her with a look of ardent pleasure twisting his face; his chin go up and down in an involuntary quiver, "I saw it in the book that you showed me yesterday, Auntie."

"Yes," Auntie continued, "you most certainly did my boy! There are many more things in that book you will learn. In fact, everything you have seen and learned today is just a trifle compared to what I will show you over the next few months! You are keen to learn, yes?" He nodded again, not taking his eyes from those of his mother's as his throbbing pego collided again and again against her swollen clitty nub.

"Good," said Auntie to him after taking a sip from her tea, "because I think we can put away all discussions of all things historical, mathematical, and geographical for our future lessons, and continue instead with things "most CARNAL" for the curriculum. I think you've displayed an aptitude for such matters so far, and in the very short time I've had to work-with and observe you!" He nodded, barely paying attention and now focused on Mummy's hand as it rubbed him around and around on her wicked spot beneath the waves of the tub, so that his colossal cockhead continually crashed in a collection of clitoral collisions! Mummy now had a brand new masturbatory tool and was pleased as punch with it!

"I can see quite clearly," Lucy continued after finishing the last of her tea, "that your Mummy fancies you to be a fine dildo in a pinch!" Harry didn't know exactly what the word "dildo" meant and to tell the truth; he couldn't care in the least right now anyhow but he nodded just the same! 

"Then very well," Lucy concluded, "I'll have you know young man that I also share her sentiments and attitude towards you! A fine little stallion and dildo you shall be for us....and others! Yes, Edwina, he'll do! It's as if Mother, errrr - I mean your grandmother, was spot-on with regard to him...or at least her tea leaves were! Now then sister...are you to take him?"

Mummy nodded to Lucy and then turned her eyes back to Harry. Her free hand came up and she brushed his black hair to one side out of his eyes. She kissed him deeply as her hand continued to ram his manhood against her nub in maternal masturbatory manipulation that was "most mutual!"

"Harry," Mummy said to him while looking deeply into his eyes, "what do you wish for Mummy to do with it?" Harry at first couldn't speak. He knew what he wanted but he didn't know the "how" of it and his heart was racing along with his foggy head. He licked his dry lips and was able to find his voice; replying to her with,

"Put it in Mummy."

With that, it was decided! The entire stage had been set by Edwina (with Lucy's help, yes ...of course), and now it had even been agreed to by the pupil! Lucy clapped her hands in anticipation of what she was about to witness, as Edwina looked into Harry's eyes and told him, "Yes then, I want THIS as well; we must put it in, and we shall! Help Mummy get up Please!"

The two repositioned with Edwina facing the rear of the tub, her head low and just above the water and the moons of her arse high like the breaching hump of a whale. Harry stood behind her fesses, not exactly sure again what to do and somewhat unsteady on his feet (thanks to the gin); although he was most "ardent" and "eager" (thanks to the gin well)! Auntie Lucy shook her head, rose up and stood directly behind him. Reaching around to his loins, she seized his charger in one hand and guided it to Edwina's notch with the other.

Harry now stared down upon the twin globes of Edwina's moon below him as she backed up to him. His pego was already being guided by Aunty somewhere below his mummy's naughty notch. Mummy's steady hand now came up from below and pushed the tip against the elusive aperture. His Auntie Lucy bid him to push his hips forward as he was pressed against the opening. His hips came forward....and he was in!

HHHAAAARRRRRHHHH! called Mummy from below in the steamy bath. A swirling whirling storm of pleasure now rose up from Harry's loins and infused his senses! His mouth fell open and he gasped at the realization that he was now most definitely IN...and it was much, MUCH deeper than earlier when he'd had the accident, (that was no accident -thanks to his mummy)!

"Now push in Harry," Auntie Lucy whispered in a raspy snake hiss to his ear before nibbling his earlobe, "push in straight up to those balls of yours!"

"DO IT HARRY! OH YESSSS DO IT!" Mummy wheezed and gasped desperately, her chin just barely touching the surface of the water as she urged him on with sheer joy etched upon her face! Harry instinctively grabbed her hips with both hands and executed a push in a masterfully strong manner that Edwina had not counted upon from him, and in one swoosh he had sunk into her very deepest recesses; sheathing himself inside her!

OOHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH! called Edwina as she turned her head up and then shook her wet locks from side to side. 

"You see Harry," Auntie whispered in his ear, "some butterflies are oh so much more pleasurable to stick pins in! Wouldn't you agree?"  He turned to answer his Auntie Lucy, only to find her mouth wrapped around his lips, and her tongue snaking inside them before he knew what was happening. Lucy's hands ensnared themselves in his black locks of hair as the mother and son beside her bucked and thrashed in the wanton manner of Oedipus and Jocasta!

Harry and Mummy now slammed their loins together in one wet plunging collision after another; each lunge coursing straight up into Edwina's channel as her son sank in to the very hilt of his member! As mother and son fucked and plowed, wicked Auntie Lucy was right there with the pair; her hand down around Harry's balls and her foul mouth whispering a veritable tapestry of obscenities and lewd images that only fueled both the mind of the drunken son and that of the wanton mother as well! 

At last both parties felt their crescendo's rising! It approached like a great storm, mimicking the driving wind and rain outside the window. Harry knew this feeling very well by now and more importantly; so did Mummy! 

Now its time to share an important learning point concerning these people locked in sexual congress. You must consider who they were as they both were approaching orgasmic release. They were just on the edge of it, but dear readers you must understand a very important something...they wouldn't cum mind you (for these were people of quality), and people of quality do not cum.... in fact they never cum; instead they ar....

"OH DEAR GOD MUMMY!" screamed Harry, "I BELIEVE I SHALL ARRIVE!"

"I SHALL ARRIVE AS WELL DEAREST SON!" Edwina hoarsely screamed over her shoulder, her voice more a horrid banshee wail than a cry,"AHHHH UGGHHH I'M ARRIVING! OHHH! AGGGHHH!" Mummy now thrashed her rump back hard; slamming her cunt hard against Harry's cock with all the furious might she had in her! Her sex juiced and scented myrrh flowed in cascading streams down from her and along both their legs before trickling into the bath below! Auntie Lucy's sadistic hand came back and with a SWOOSH WHACK, she smacked her nephew hard on the bum! Harry shouted a joyously agonized AAAGGHHH! and spouted a wonderfully clotted load of semen up into his mummy's cunt!

Mummy having "arrived" slightly before her boy, uncoupled herself from his cock which flopped around wildly; still all squirts and spurts. Edwina fell to her knees, drew his cock into her mouth, and throated her boy most hungrily; out of what would be best described as "an attack of incestuous gluttony!" Harry's hands pulled his mother by her wet raven curls onto his cock and he pumped his hips at her sucking lips. He continued to spurt, spend, and arrive with great fanfare and with mad howls of sobbing wide-eyed joy, while Mummy wolfed down his salty seed; savoring every drop of her boy's brine! 

"Well, well," thought Edwina, "he is like his father in many ways! The least of which not being that he is a MAN of impeccable TASTE!"  She chuckled to herself at her little joke and looked up at her nude colossus son, towering above her as his penis left her lips and swayed like a veiny pendulum. Harry teetered above her as though he might topple and fall, but Auntie was there to steady him and she reached around with a hand to grip his slackening penis.

"Edwina," Lucinda informed her sister, " quickly girl! He shall go limp at any moment!" Mummy understood the inconvenience of this should it be allowed to happen. He had just spent wonderfully hard in her cunny, and with also another two or three sprays of her tonsils as well! She wanted the fun to go on longer but she had to hurry for that to be possible!

Mummy was up and on her feet in the bath with a loud splash of water making great waves in the tub that went from one steamy end to the other. She spun herself around and bent at the waist as Auntie Lucy offered up a helping hand and guided his semi erect cock up into Edwina's fish market for more pokes and lunges. Harry himself collapsed his weight forward to lean on Mummy for a few moments, but with a squeeze of his balls by lewd Aunty Lucy and some slaps on his striped bum, he stood up straight, grabbed Mummy's hips and he began to push and exert himself.




Mother’s New Governess Ch. 02



"You've just had another wonderful release darling Harry," Lucy whispered in his ear. "That makes two already this morning! One in my gullet, one in your mummy's poke-hole, and a third for her tonsils! For a good proper cleaning out of your pipes, we are going to get a fourth from you!" Harry was about to ask Aunty Lucy what she meant when the door opened again.

It was his grand Mah- mah Rebecca, standing in the doorway like her daughters; tall, proud, and critical. She was wearing the black clothes that she always wore. She'd never worn anything but black ever since her husband had passed and although she loved Harry and he knew this to be true, he also knew that black was a color that often suited her moods! She stepped into the room and approached the tub. She held a hand fan and flicked it around absent mindedly as she surveyed the three. Harry was certain she could say something terribly wrathful and condemning for what they had just done, as she was a woman who spoke her mind and passed judgment rather quickly.

"Well," she said sternly to them looking first to Edwina and then to her Lucy, never setting eyes on Harry, "is it done?"

"Nearly Mummy," Edwina smiled to her mother. Harry tried to pull back and disengage himself from the clutches of her quim but Lucy pushed him pack into position and patted his bum to reassure him all would be well.

"NEARLY?" the old jewess sniffed at her, "I just heard the greatest shout and so did every dead soul in the cemetery down the road! What do you mean, nearly? Is he or is he not ready for THIS?"

"I will need one more action Mummy," said Lucy chiming in this time, "then we can be sure if he can do this."

"I see," said Rebecca taking a condescending tone with her oldest daughter, "and when you have completed your 'surveys and observations' you'll be able to tell me if he is up to it? What more do you two wicked little nymphs need? Oh I don't care if you shag him till he passes out; I need to know if he is up to it!"

"We'll know a little more shortly Mummy," Lucy continued, "but I need to observe a bit more and then I'll of course need to take him under my tutelage afterwards." Harry was amazed at how easily his Aunt Lucinda cringed and cowered before the fifty-five-year-old woman. He knew Lucy to be a stern and intimidating woman but she shrank in terror from the stern face of her mother, and with good reason! She had a healthy respect for his grandmother but he didn't really know the half of it and only really thought he did.

"After all," Lucy continued, "it was you in your great wisdom Mum' mah chose him, yes?" Her flattery fell short.

"I didn't choose him," Rebecca countered, "I saw an omen and now I want to know if it could be him. There is a difference. You two cat's in heat did the rest and leapt at him like a helpless mouse! Oh.... I wouldn't judge you too harshly...you have your Mother's animal passions inside the both of you true enough, but that does not change the fact that we need a serious solution and I want to know if HE is this one!" For the first time in the conversation she eyed Harry directly.

"Shag and shag well boy," she said to him and for brief moment it felt as if he were about to stride out into a gladiatorial event armed only with a sword and the cheers of a bloodthirsty crowd, "...if you are the one, then I have great things for you. Great and terrible things indeed!" She sniffed at him derisively and then flicked her fan in her wrist. She then turned and left the room but not without calling back from the door, "And I want to know this evening!"

"Yes Mummy," Lucy answered, "you'll have a full report!" Rebecca sniffed again and muttered a loud HMMPH! of derision and shut the door behind her. She was going to take her breakfast tea which meant no more interruptions. Harry was left standing in the bath, his pego sheathed up in his Mummy and with his Auntie Lucy's hand absentmindedly stroking the stripes she'd inflicted on his bum. Lucy was actually the first to come around and she bid him to continue with the bath-time events.

"C'mon Harry," she said rubbing her hands up and down his flanks and torso, "you have the body and spirit of a thoroughbred. I know it to be true. Show me and Mummy what a good solid dependable mount you are!" She slapped him on the bum and the sting combined with the fact that he was still sheathed up in his mummy's quim and working his member in her moistened sex revived his throbber. Soon he was sloshing in and out of his mother's cunt with manly veiny vigor; now definitely not in any danger of spending as he'd done it twice already, but his cock was now hard and ardent nonetheless! 

As Harry now rowed at Edwina's fesses with an even stroke and assisted by her gently rocking hips; his Auntie Lucy stayed near him and held him closely. She ran her hands over his back and shoulders, over his chest and across his bum, and then over the back of his legs; her fingers just a light tickle. She sniffed around his shoulders and neck as she breathed in his building natural essence. His particular scent now teased and tickled her nostrils, and that's not to mention her libido; which had begun to become pleasantly agitated by over the preceding forty minutes. Her hand reached over to the tea caddy and located the gin bottle. She took a generous swallow and then snuffed his musk again, allowing the two intoxicants to mingle and tingle her senses with a combined power that was more than the sum of its parts. 

Lucy knew that she would need to take him as well! It was good that Edwina had agreed with her to not be so selfish and not keep this useful tool with its strong back and limbs all to herself; for if she was to share the burden of Harry's "development" and "training" for this task...then Lucy should profit with a share of the "benefits." And speaking of training......

"Harry," Lucy said in his ear as he plowed himself handsomely up in to Edwina again and again; with resound smacks that forced the bent over woman to yelp with glee, "do you know the pitfalls of spending oneself in the poke-hole of a woman?"

"Well first," he said, " outside of marriage it IS a sin. Then I suppose there is the problem of the babies."

"Yes," said Auntie Lucy, "and you and your sister are both a shining testament to that problem. You both are the result of a man spending in your Mummy without the benefit of marriage. However I can assure you that your mummy loves her little testaments dearly!"

"OOOOH YEEESS! I DO! I DO!" Mummy sounded off as she couldn't help but overhear the conversation. She knew where this was all going and her heart lept in giddy anticipation of it all! Lucy ignored her sister's interruption and continued.

"Yes," she said, "no one can dispute that fact. And I can tell you that I love my little "testament" -your cousin."

"She is illegitimate?" Harry said shocked.

"Yes," Auntie Lucy continued, "but I love her just the same. I only say this to you because you must be judicious in the years to come of what fields you choose to sew your seed and at what time! Oh I know...you just threw some seeds in your mummy's furrow and you are plowing her even now, but not to worry....those seeds shall not sprout. Neither will any seeds sprout in your Mummy nor myself for several days. It would seem the calendar is on your side; however...I wish to make you aware of "other means" for a gentleman of leisure to find satisfaction with a lady when he lies with her."

"Oth...other...means?" said Harry most distracted by the wonderfully crashing twin globes of Mummy's fesses upon his kidney wiper.

"Yes," Lucy explained, "you will also recalled how both your mummy and I took sustenance when we swallowed your wild oats for breakfast, yes?" He nodded and blushed; looking rather sheepish as he recalled the wonderful wickedness of the act as it flashed though his memory. The was recollection already a sweet guilty pleasure for him. In the years to come his memory would be a rather crowded hotel of recollections that would fall into the "guilty pleasure category" but let's not get too terribly far ahead. 

"Well," Lucy continued, "I can think of one more place where those oats can be sewn. Do you know where that naughty little place is?" The sheepish young man shook his head and shyly averted his eyes from her gaze. Mummy Edwina saw this as her cue and she reached for the tin of medicinal grease on the caddy next to the gin bottle and passed it up and over to her sister Lucinda. 

"Right there! It is right there," answered Lucy as she reached around Harry and pointed with a finger to the pouting pucker of cratered flesh between her nether cheeks and above the one that Harry was vigorously plunging into as they spoke. Harry realized what she was saying and his brow then wrinkled slightly. His eyes and face showed worry and concern.

"But won't it hurt mummy?" Harry asked, genuinely afraid that the simple problems of geometry when combined with friction could be cause for injury to his dear mother. He just couldn't have THAT happen! Lucy giggled and ran a reassuring hand through his hair; her eyes showing the confidence of a person who knew better.

"Oh no dearest! Why, not in the slightest," she said reassuring him and holding up the tin of grease. 

"With this," she said, "no one will feel pain or discomfort!" Harry read the letters on the side of the tin.

"Doctor R.S. Reemer's Medicinal Ointment and Leather Preservative. For the ease of medical instruments, polishing of leather, and the lubricant of rusty hinges, squeaky carriage wheels, and bedsprings." Harry started at the thought then his eyes met his Aunt's and flashed mortified disbelief and said,

"REALLY! DO YOU THINK THIS ADVISED? SQUEAKY CARRIAGE WHEELS? LEATHER POLISH? I mean .....REALLY AUNTIE ARE YOU SURE?"

"Have you noticed the fine condition of my black leather high buttoned shoes lying over there on the tile floor?" Lucy chuckled, "So soft, supple, and watertight! And no, rest assured ..... it is a perfectly safe enabler for access between a man and woman in a dark place with the shades drawn." Harry contemplated the two shoes lying on the floor next to Aunty Lucy's pile of clothes and then another question flashed through his mind.

"But Auntie," he said as he absent mindedly bucked in and out of Edwina, "what about the nastiness of it? The foulness. It's where she poo's!"

"Yes it is, my observant little tadpole," said Lucy pinching his nose and smiling at him, "and you recall you searched around with your finger in that hole?" He nodded back to her.

"And," she continued, "did your finger bump into anything at all back there?" He shook his head already understanding.

"Well," she concluded with the lecture, "then you can see why Mummy and Auntie Lucy executed a thorough cleansing before you ever arrived up above stairs this morning! You see? And the most important thing is if you are to do this activity with a lady under these careful conditions....then your issue will not be an ISSUE!"  Both she and Edwina tittered at her joke as Harry let it all sink into his noggin. Edwina reached for the gin bottle and took a preparatory swallow to "calm the nerves" and "loosen thing up a bit" before the grease was brought into play. This was a shining example of gin and grease working together to produce a desired outcome! Good ole' gin and grease dear readers; "Keeping things working smoothly as a team since the 17th Century and still going strong!"

Now Auntie Lucy took charge of directing the "practical exercise," using a hands-on approach for her student; meaning she unscrewed the lid from the tin and set the container on Mummy Edwina' wide bum. She had Harry extract himself from Edwina and bid her sister to remain standing bent at the waist with her arse cheeks parted. Lucy then she seized her nephew's hardened throbber with one wanking hand whilst dipping her fingers in the grease tin with the other. She applied a generous glob of grease to the ardent pego in question and then slicked the organ up and down with a vigorous plunging action; a sensation that Harry found most agreeable. Lucy then applied another glob of grease to the intended porthole of her younger sister and eased in two fingers while she continued to wank upon her nephew's cock. It was said that Lucy was also quite accomplished at playing the piano and singing as she wrote poetry but there is no evidence of that in this story I'm afraid.

Harry was now greased up and polished like a hardened artillery shell and all that remained was for him to be "rammed into the breech." Auntie brought the mushroom head of his throbber to Edwina's nether cheeks and she pushed him against the pink rude little ring. As she pressed his knob against Mummy's greasy pucker, Auntie Lucy bid him to grab at his mother's hips before urging him to, "Push it in darling!"

"YESSSSS HARRY" said Mummy in a hissing whisper like tea poured upon a hot stovetop , "push it my sweetie! Push it! YESSSSS AHHHHH! UNNGGHH!"  As her voice leaked her words like so much gas escaping from a valve, Edwina wrinkled up her face into a straining prune and forced out the last contents of her lungs through pouted lips. Harry felt the little fleshy pucker resist and resist again as Edwina strained. He then felt the crater at last give way as the forces of resistance, friction, and confined space were overcome by those of elasticity, lubrication, and the slap of Lucy's palm upon his bum! The ring yielded and became an aperture.... then a greased opening....and then finally a snug warm passage as his pego pushed on through the barrier and lodged halfway up inside Mummy's naughty little nether-hole!

"HHHHAAAARRRR! OHHH! OWWW! HOOOOHH!" cried Edwina as the greasy "sonny sausage" careened up her insides; stretching as it went! He was bigger in THAT hole than she had estimated, but she was far from a novice in such activities. She dropped her head for a moment and then relaxed her breathing into calm easy sips of air; focusing on her breaths as being key to their success. It was till difficult however; even with the grease...he had a big one! She raised her head; biting her lip and wrinkling her nose before again she drew air in and out through her puffing nostrils. 

"You see," said Auntie Lucy to Harry, "you must not simply bolt through it like a ram at a gate, but instead ease in slowly...much like gradually turning screw in soft wood; a bit at a time .....and then a bit at a time again." Lucy paused and reached forward to rub Edwina's back and shoulders, allowing her sister to catch her breath. When Mummy's breathing had finally calmed to that of a slow steady sucking hiss, she nodded to her sister Lucy.

"Alright Harry," Lucy said, "your mummy is ready. Now slowly push a bit more." Harry did as his aunt had told him and he advanced slowly past the halfway point of travel. He looked down and saw his veined shaft disappear into the "split peach" of his mummy's bum. It was exhilarating for him and somewhat scary. Edwina let out a loud and painful "OHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! UNNNHHH!" and Lucy stopped Harry by putting a hand to his tummy, (advising caution and prudence with a wordless glance to him).

Edwina remained bent at the waist, the tin of grease open and sitting on her bum. She still held her cheeks parted and with Harry's horrid handle splitting her in two! Again she focused on her breathing and then after a few moments her head had cleared; as had the path up her innermost passageway! It was open road ahead for his pego. She nodded her head again and the Lucy then nodded to Harry, who pushed himself up the remaining distance in a slow deliberate motion.

Mummy let out an involuntary HOOOO! that made her go wide eyed for a moment before then making an "O" shape with her mouth, as if her face had become some bizarre contorted theatrical mask. She brought her hand up to her hooded bean bud, and began to vex her sex to ease the strain and pain. Harry was now IN up to the root of his rude throbbing John Thomas!

"Well done Harry!" Beemed Aunt Lucy, "very well done! Now just sit there a moment and let mummy get used to things once again!" Harry was completely absorbed in the most exquisite of warm squeezing pleasures that he had ever experienced; from balls to cocktip he was locked in what felt like the sweet grip of blissful paradise to him! It was all he could do to keep from grabbing at Mummy's hourglass hips and plunging himself to and fro like a lusty thrusting drive-shaft! Lucy sensed his rising impatience and calmed him with a hand upon his chest explaining,

"As good as it would feel to gallop your charger inside a ladies' nether cheeks like your throbber is up inside her cunt; instead allow me to advise caution and then wait, (for the exquisite rewards of sensation will be all the more richer and luxurious for those who show restraint and delay pleasure). Just as in sexual congress, so are things in life, Harry!" The Zen of her words upon his gin and lust-crazed noggin took affect and he stared off suddenly comprehending both her meaning and her double meaning. 

As Mummy finally relaxed, Harry glanced down and noticed something. He could clearly see the outline of her breasts; and this despite the fact that she was facing away from him! He knew they were always immense upon this woman's hourglass shape but GREAT THUNDER! What a captivating sight he had before him!

He remembered where he'd heard two stable boys mucking out horse stalls upon one occasion, where one joked to the other that if he should ever find a woman with whom he could see the curve of her bosoms while facing the other way...then he should marry her there and then; love could come later!  He had been quite young at the time and didn't understand the howls of laughter he heard that day, but now it was all readily apparent and he snorted at the joke!

Lucy thought it was a snort of lustful yearning, and she again raised her hand and bid him to deny himself just a few seconds longer. At last Edwina gave the nod to her sister. Having now adjusted and accommodated "gut to girth"; she tilted her head sideways, let her jaw hang open, and she frigged her hooded pink nub rotten! Lucy gave him the nod as well, and Harry began to pull and push with slow steady movements, (his manly plow now set to the task of tilling the soil of Mummy's back acre)!

Lucy now stood beside Harry, coaching him and rubbing her hands over her sisters split fesses in support. Harry's pego was a now a plunging flywheel shaft of motion and kinetic energy, as more and more the passage at which his throbber was thrust in and out of became wider and more elastic! Auntie Lucy kissed him holding his chin in her hand and then saying to him,

"Do you now see how all good things come to boys who wait? And as for FUN my sweet; this must beat your bug collection by a country mile! Why stick pins in the guts of bugs when you could be sticking that big greasy pin of yours in the guts of a randy lady? ....Am I right? .....WELL AM I?"

"You.....ARE.....Auntie Lucy! ...Most definitely!" gasped Harry in-between thrusts and back strokes. She kissed him again saying,

"Ohhh... I know I am, you naughty little fellow! And now speaking of all things naughty; I have one more task to execute and make all the wicked naughtiness of this endeavor to be complete!" Without so much as an explanation she left Harry at his post, and squatted down in the warm bath. Finding the soap, she washed her hand "clean as a whistle," and then applied more of the white medicinal balm to her thumb and four fingers. She was ready.




Mother’s New Governess Ch. 02



Lucy sat on her knees behind Harry, (who stood with feet shoulder width apart as he continued to drill and bore at Edwina's hapless hindquarters). There was more than enough room for what she intended to do. Up came her greasy hand; shaped not in a fist but not entirely in a "slightly rolled" flatness. To put it bluntly, Auntie Lucy's thumb and fingers were gradually rolled together in what would best be describe as a greasy penetrative cone, their target none other than Edwina's juicing quim!

Lucy had to reach, lean, and finally feel around blindly for the target. To her advantage, both she and Edwina were not at all strange to the touches of one another and both had attended to each other in a myriad of wondrous and wicked ways! It was therefore not at all a shock to Edwina when she felt the slicked up battering ram of her sister's forearm come crashing up to her front garden gate and proceed to carefully penetrate and push on through! In fact, the randy old mare relished the idea of being plugged at two ends! It was a bit like old times for her at this instant! Now she had the young man whom she'd obsessed about for weeks impaling her entrails on one side of her fleshy pink partition, and on the other side she had the hand of the lady who knew her ticks and tocks better than any other living soul!

"DO IT HARRY!" Edwina shrieked, "OH THAT's IT! BUGGER MUMMY JUST LIKE THAT!" For her a joyous feeling to be doubly stuffed like this! She moaned and howled now out of unbridled lust; her pain having completely left her! To Harry it sounded as if she had a toothache and a tummy ache at the same time and her shrieks and howls only spurred him to drive on harder!

What a sight it was in the steaming bath as the three participants were now locked in a torrid carnal engagement! Beads of perspiration began to flow down Harry's brow and into his eyes as he continued to plow his loins into the wonderful tightness of Mummy! Mummy continued to wriggle and howl in joyous agony; the tin of balm having long since fallen from her rump and now floating in the tub like a merry buoy! Auntie Lucy plunged and pushed her talented little hand while her mouth became a raging torrent of lewd obscenities directed to her nephew and sister! Lustful madness and debauchery hung in the air thick as the fog and shrieks and passionate curses now echoed off the tiles and out into the hall! 

The three lost all track of time; completely absorbed in the moment. Mummy had completely surrendered herself to being split, dominated, and ravaged; Harry now felt like a conquering Roman Centurian, dominant and supreme and he reached forward and grabbed at Edwina's massive udders to tweak at her nipples; Lucy felt the "harmonious flow" as if she as the supreme puppet master and was making all the pieces of this WONDERFUL BLOODY THING come together! Her mother's doubt be damned! She would make this work! Her hand had been down between her own legs for the last three minutes (not that she noticed their passing), she had worked both herself and her sister to the absolute summit of wondeful agitation. 

A lightning bolt crashed outside illuminating the room for a second in brilliant white light and a crash of sound! Edwina's breathing became more heavy and labored and her moans became a shrill sobbing wail. Lucy's hand was a streak of frantic back n' forth motion on her own pink swollen bean and her mouth hung open as the primal cry clawed its way up from her lungs! Harry sensed a complete siesmic cataclysm building in his loins! The three were now at a point of no return and heading towards their crescendo at full speed! Then it struck.

Against the roar of wind and rain outside another lightning bolt cracked the sky and flashed white hot across the Devon landscape! Inside the stormy bath Edwina shrieked and raged, "OH HARRY! IT"S HAPPENING AHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH OOHHHHHH AAGGHHHHHHH!" Her quim gushed like a broken pipe and her brine cascaded down her sister's arm and upon the thrashing cock, balls, and legs of her only son!

Lucy's eyes went wide and looked about the room wildly as she howled,

"Sister! ......Harry, it's here! It's ..UNNGH!...EEEEAAGGGH! OHH! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Lucy's quim flooded, juiced, and dribbled as her loins bucked against her own hand. She opened her mouth wide, turned her head upward, and her sucking lips found the sack of Harry's balls! Like a ravenous roaring creature from the depths of the sea, she had grabbed his testicles in her maw in one great gulp and was sucking them hard as she continued to blubber and wail through her own crashing climax! This additional sensation was the final straw for Harry.

"AAGGHHHHRRR! OOHHHH! HHHHAAAARRRR!" Harry roared; his face a climactic mask of raging triumph, worthy of any gladiatorial arena! The steam boiler in his balls exploded; sending scalding jets of molten "man batter" up inside Mummy's quaking innards and the three voices of howls, roars and shrieks harmonized into one long choral note indicating the opera had reached its climactic ending! It was punctuated by one last bolt of lightning and a tremendous roar of rain on the roof, (as if even ole' Mummy Nature had applauded them)!

In the steamy aftermath of the torrid tub spectacle lay the three. Harry was in the middle of the trio and to either side of him, Lucy and Edwina each took one of his pectorals and shoulders for a pillow. The two ladies ran hands up and down his flanks and belly. They took turns turning their noses in to sniff his scent and crossed they their legs over his in complete contentment.

The water was still warm and now the three were lazy and content. They listened to the storm outside. It was moving off and being replaced by a slow steady drizzle once more. Harry finally broke the silence with a question.

"What shall you tell Grandmah'mah, Auntie?" Harry asked. Lucy kissed him on his chest and answered with,

"HMMMMMM well, .....really your mummy was the focus of attention this morning my sweet boy, but I SHALL do some evaluations of you this afternoon, following lunch yes?"

"And I am happy to tell you; my report to your Grandmah'mah ...shall be that of nothing but HIGH marks for you!" said Mummy from the other side of Harry before kissing him passionately and nibbling at her little man's lips. She shifted her weight slightly and a loud tub fart sounded beneath her with a generously loud SQUONK! The three erupted in laughter at the rude interruption.

"I'm certain Harry that I'll find everything to be satisfactory based on what I've seen this morning, what I've held in my hands, and by what has made its way into my mouth! There are two places left on me that will hold you to close scrutiny, but I'm sure you'll win them over as you did my eyes, hands, and gob!" She chuckled at her own joke.

"So what will this mean then?" he asked.

"Well," mummy answered, "you ARE the one!"

"The one who shall save us all," Auntie Lucy continued stroking his limp cock playfully, "and save us from financial ruin!"

Well, THAT is what she told him. I know, that particular answer didn't seem satisfactory, now did it dear readers? Neither did Mummy's (for that matter I can tell you)!

The two women wouldn't tell him anything more; no matter how much he pestered them. They set about giving him a first rate scrubbing down in the remaining warmth of the bath. Then all three tub occupants took a bit more tea (naturally with a spot of gin), to fortify them against the cold outside, the day ahead, and of course incase they were bitten by a snake on their way to get dressed later on.

What?...You need a reason for gin? Really? 

Well anyhow the three settled happily back into the tub and each entertained specific thoughts known only to them as they sipped their tea. It would be such and interesting day for Harry...and quite possibly and interesting life for that matter! Outside the drizzle continued and the thunder roared far-off in the distance over the Devon countryside as the storm moved still farther and farther away. The peaceful tranquility of the moment lulled the three to the loveliest of short naps as Auntie, Mummy, and Harry dozed in the warm bath with a full day ahead!

*

What? NO, dear readers. That is most certainly NOT ALL! ........No, I'm certain of it. 

Listen..... if you would like to read more of Harry and find out what "no good" Auntie Lucy has in store for him this afternoon and what grande rotten scheme ole' Grande mah'mah has; why not let me know of your level of interest, HMMMMM DEAR READERS?

And oh yes -of course ...vote.....vote....vote. I'll be paying close attention, (not to worry)! 

Hmmmmm....yes I believe the sun is out.... it's a good afternoon for walking oneself, walking dogs, drinking from flasks and of course; smoking pipes while doing all those other things! Have to go! This walk won't take itself! See you shortly everyone!!



Mother’s New Governess Ch. 03



Following the morning bath and a late breakfast, Harry parted company with his mummy and Auntie Lucy. He thought he saw the rain abating but Mummy Nature was being a horrid tease. He then made up his mind to continue sticking a few more pins in some unlucky members of his bug collection so that he'd at least use his time wisely while waiting for the rain to finish with its business. 

He thought maybe he'd have a chance for the rain to stop and then he'd take the dogs out for a wee and a run as he lugged a gun through the fields and blasted something to smoking bits. Nothing doing. He occupied himself with his bug collection some more and then for a bit with his stamp collection until he was summoned for lunch. 

The meal went splendidly enough with the rest of the family but at the end of things, Aunty Lucy reminded him that he'd be needed shortly for that appointment up in her chambers that she'd spoken of before. Suffice to say, he was instructed not to roam too far afield as it were. So much for entertaining thoughts of taking the dogs out, however he did notice lovely blue breaks in the clouds and far off through the window he even caught a splash of sunshine on the horizon so his heart leapt at the possibility of doing something outside later. 

The family arose and began to prepare for whatever it was they were about to do for the afternoon. As Aunty Lucy rose from the table and was about to excuse herself, her mother, Grand Mah-mah Rebecca shot her a look over the clearing dishes that were already being cleared. It was a serious look that she gave her daughter. There was a heavy pause as Lucy contemplated what might be vexing the old woman. 

"Remember Lucinda," Rebecca said sternly but a little under her breath so that only Lucy could hear, "a full report. I want to know!" 

"Yes of course Mah-mah," Lucy replied, "I shall tell you everything!" She stood along with Edwina and all the children and waited for Grand Mah-mah to rise and leave the room. Once she'd left, Harry noticed Auntie Lucy's chest sag a bit as his aunt breathed a side of relief. It was as if one of the storm clouds from earlier in the morning had quietly taken lunch with them and now had just left the room. Lucy-Rex was oh so intimidated by Rebecca-Rex and in that instance it was never so self-evident for Harry! 

Harry was occupied with his stamp collection and was fussing over a few Penny Blacks of his when Meredith, the upstairs maid; came down the stairs for him. She walked straight over to Harry seated upon the settee and informed him that he was needed upstairs by his Aunt Lucy. It was a little after one o'clock. He moved his stamps back to the bookcase and hurried up the stairs to his Auntie Lucy's bedchamber. 

He knocked upon the door and Lucy's voice bid him to enter. He reached for the door handle and curiously, he noticed it had a black ribbon tied around it in a bow. It struck him as rather odd. He opened the door and entered the room. 

The room was darkened, save a few cracks of light shining through the windows. Everything else was blanketed in shadows and dim light. It felt heavy in there at first, intimidating. 

Harry looked about the room and attempted to make things out in the gloom. To the right of the doorway was a large cherrywood clothes dresser; in front of it were the trunks that Aunty Lucy had brought with her. Behind these next to the drapes and windows was a large full-length standing mirror. Far over in the corner of the room beside the nightstand was a small writing desk and chair, unoccupied for the moment. 

Curiously he noticed a strange odor in the room. A heavy perfumey sort of something hung in the air like smoke but he could not see anything save a dull haze in the room. He also noticed another strange odor; not quite perfume but not quite smoke or soaps. It was as if the two scents were vying for control of his nostrils and neither one would yield. 

Harry now looked to the left and saw the bedroom loveseat another low dresser and another nightstand. Directly before him and in the middle of things he saw the large four-poster bed. Ominously, the curtains were pulled shut making him feel even more ill at ease. Auntie Lucy's voice came from the darkness, someplace within the curtains. 

"Undress Harry," she said, "and remove everything. Not one thread upon your body please. And fold your clothes neatly and place them on the loveseat with your shoes underneath." Her voice sounded serious but not angry or unpleasant; no...it was just serious. She sounded like a schoolmistress telling him to take out a lesson book. 

It definitely appeared Harry'd be in for more of the same as this morning. He did as told and then walked to the small love seat to begin folding his clothing and to put his shoes "in their proper place." As he approached the low sofa, he noticed Lucy's skirts, corset, stockings and chemise were all folded neatly to one side of the cushions. He took it as an example and hurriedly did the same. 

"Are you done yet Harry?" Auntie's voice came out of the darkness between the curtains of the four-poster. 

"Nearly there Auntie Lucy," he replied. 

"It is highly impolite to keep a lady waiting," she commented. Her voice was not angry, just observant and strangely it trailed off into a chuckle. For all the "dark as Hades," aspect of the room he now did not find it fearful, it was... calming -perhaps? 

He figured if Lucy had intended to let loose with her fearsome inner-harpy; she'd have unleashed it by now. He'd have received a stern scolding or solid reprimand of maybe a cane across his bum for some infraction of her arcane rules but instead; all his senses perceived was silence and calm and that ever-present collection of smells! 

He finished folding his clothes, and then proceeded to the far side of the bed near the windows as the near side had a large stuffed chair in the way. Upon gaining the far side of the bed, he saw the other nightstand had a strange bottle-like structure set up on top. At the bottom of the bottle was a bowl with a feint glow emanating from within. He guessed this was the source of all the smelliness. Next to the structure on a flat bit of polished wood, an incense cone burned. He recognized the bottle from a textbook on India as a hookah pipe; the kind found throughout the sub-continent and which was used as far as the café's and bazaars of North Africa. 

He stepped to the edge of the curtain and took it in his hand. From inside the curtains Aunty Lucy's eyes reflected back at him, illuminated by the narrowest shaft of daylight spearing its way in through the window curtains. He pulled back the curtain and simply uttered, 

"Auntie?" 

The daylight shone dimly on Auntie Lucy and only briefly before she struck a match and lit two wall sconces above the headboards of the bed; instantly filling the darkened sleeping compartment with yellow light. The sconces flickered brightly in sharp contrast to the dull grey daylight making its way through the curtains. Lucy sat atop the bed wearing only her pantalets. The round orbs of her largish breasts and her high cheek boned face were now washed in flickering candlelight. Around her was an array of cushions and pillows cast about her and it looked for a moment as if she was not lying in a bed at all, but instead seated in some exotic Indian litter and being carried by six to eight servants. 

She blew the match out and placed it on a shelf containing books and curious bottles set in the wall between the sconces. Lying on the bed beside her was what appeared like a long metal hose wrapped in red velvet that ran out behind the edge of the curtains to the hookah on the night stand. She picked up a long coil, bringing its strange mouthpiece to her lips and she sucked in her breath. A noisy bubbling sound immediately rose from the pipe and the coals inside it glowed hot. 

Lucy exhaled and blew a generous cloud of smoke in his face as she reclined back on the pillows. His nose detected a whiff tobacco but also with a strong note of cherry or fruit. She parted her legs akimbo and cocked one knee back slightly; resting her free hand upon her thigh. She was barefoot; her legs draped with the customary pantalets of the day but most noticeable of all was the gap at the crotch which bared her pink sex with its black thatch roof of a Venus mound -directly at him! 

"Come in Harry," she said serenely, "and close those bed curtains behind you. We shall have some lovely fun this afternoon, yes?" He climbed up onto the bed and pulled the curtains tight behind him until all that could be seen from outside of the four-poster were the flickers from the wall candles inside, and the puffs of smoke from Lucy's hookah. He was in her lair now. 

Lucy patted the mattress beside her and moved over a bit to afford Harry more room. He lay down next to her and she gave him another sweet kiss; just as sweet and tender as the ones she'd given him in the tub with Mummy following the "lessons in hygienics." She wrapped the arm with the hookah nozzle around him and pulled his head to her bosom. He began to suckle at her teat as Aunty Lucy began to puff upon the pipe as her free hand manipulated his penis; first playing with it and then progressively wanking him with more vigorous flourishes. 

"You noticed probably a lot of things when you entered the room Harry," Lucy cooed to him, "did you not?" He nodded. 

"I take it you noticed my hookah pipe, the gap in my pantalets, and lastly ... that black ribbon on the door, did you?" Again he nodded speechlessly, enjoying the sensation of the nipple between his lips and the lovely frig her hand was giving his rising cock. 

"Oh dear, such an observant boy I have here nursing upon me! Well Harry, let me explain them in order for you then. The hookah is something I picked up when a gentleman I knew; a certain Captain Collins brought a few back from India. He gave me one as a gift out of gratitude for a particularly rude sucking I gave another pipe of his! Anyhow, I picked up the habit ten years ago and have enjoyed it supremely ever since! You simply must try it," with that she put the mouthpiece to his cheek and his lips reluctantly dropped the nipple and he then took the end of the pipe in his teeth. 

"Now suck on it Harry my eager little pupil," she encouraged him with a sweet smile, "just like you did Aunty Lucy's nipple." Harry sucked his breath in and as Lucy's hand wanked him harder, rougher, and faster he drew in a large breath. The result a second later was a wheeze, a red eyed tearful gag, and a series of hacking coughs while Aunty Lucy shrieked with laughter and tussled his hair! 

"Well," she said rubbing her nose against his and giggling, "smoking will come in good time my dear. Your mother plucked your virginal flower with me this morning and that means you are now a man! You'll need to start doing things men do, and smoking is one of them. I'll take you into town this week and find you a fine gentleman's pipe, would you like that my darling?" He coughed and nodded as Lucy continued. 

"Yes, of course my little man would," she said with more giggling nose rubs as she went back to wanking his cock, "now as for my pantalets and the lovely little opening that you noticed when you arrived at the bedside...you've never looked under a ladies dress before have you?" He shook his head. She brought his face back to her nipple to nurse as she went on. 

"Well," she explained, "with ladies it is different than men when we have to use the toilet. We cannot have things getting in the way when we need to wee or poo so in this way; a woman can squat upon her chamber pot or toilet and simply bring the bowl to the most private aspects of her anatomy. So you see, my little fellow; all you need know is that all the ladies you see walking about in dresses have an split-drawers that serve as an open doorway to their most wicked and desirable of places! It is considered healthy and keeps us ventilated when it gets too warm. " He nodded his head understanding but continued to suck at her teat; his lips wrapped around the nipple and his tongue inside working with his teeth against the nub; making Lucy sigh in-between puffs of the pipe! 

"Well," Aunty Lucie went on, "lastly I suppose you'd like to know what the bit of black ribbon was on the door you inquisitive young man?" He continued masticating her mammary but as he nodded his head he brought his hand up to begin to vex her other bubbie-nub and delightfully agitate it into prominence. This did not go unnoticed or unappreciated by his aunty. 

"Oh Harry," she sighed after taking in a deep puff from the hookah, "you are to be commended for your initiative! Tweak it just like you are doing with your teeth lips and tongue and don't spare the manly vigor; if you haven't guessed I enjoy it on the rough side of things!" Harry's finger plucked harder at the nipple as though he was pulling a drawer open on the bedroom dresser and to his surprise his Aunty Lucy only tensed up for the briefest of instances. She clearly had a high tolerance for pain, a hint to him that she could "take it even harder than she could dish it out." 

"Well my dear," she said, "concerning the bit of ribbon; you'll see that ribbon on the door each and every time that Meredith fetches you to my bedchamber. It is to let you know that a special sort of 'practical exercise' will be administered by me (your tutor), inside. It is also to inform the staff and anyone else save a select few, that we are not to be disturbed save the house catching fire. You understand yes?" He nodded as she now grasped his tweaking hand and moved it from her nipple down to the opening between her pantalets where she'd decided she needed it more. 

"Oh Harry," Lucy sighed, "there. Use those naughty little fingers THERE!" He complied and his fingertips began to bother and pluck at her hooded bean as his lips, tongue, and teeth chewed nibbled away at her bosom. Lucy continued to explain. 

"Now," Lucy said continuing to wank him, "each and every time you see the black ribbon, you are to knock upon the door. You shall wait for me to tell you to enter. You will then fold your clothes neatly as I have done today and place them on the sofa just as you did today. No speaking, no questions, and no tardiness. You will then move to the curtains and draw them open. If I am lying on my back you are to take my cunny. If I am on my belly with my hips over one of these cushions then it is my bottom you shall take, do you understand?" He nodded as he felt her hooded fleshy nub begin to swell under his touch. 

"Good," she went on although now slightly distracted as he fingering felt excruciatingly good to her, "now OOOOH (sigh) ...if I should be on all fours as a dog or a mare would stand before a bastard or stallion, then you are to take me in my cunny as you did this morning." 

"You mean in the tub with Mum?" he said rising from her bosom. 

"Yes quite," Lucy said, "just like you did with Mummy! Now, these will be the starting positions that I'll teach and evaluate you on. As we progress, there may be others. As with ANY of them, you are not to achieve culmination until I direct you to do so." 

"Spend?" he said again rising from her teat. 

"Yes," Lucy said," culminate, spend, CUM, seed; they are all the same! It is extremely poor form and bad manners for a gentleman to spout and leave a lady high and dry!" She plucked her nipple from his ardent lips which had already latched onto her teat once more and "redirected" her enthusiastic pupil to a new area of instruction. She rolled abruptly onto her tum-tum and with a few well-placed pillows tucked underneath her; raised her arse high in the air; a clue for what was to come next for Harry. 

"Oh Harry," Lucy said, "do be a good fellow and take that blue bottle down from the shelf of books." She pointed for him up to the shelf between the two sconces. Harry spied the blue green bottle and fetched it straight away for her. 

"Ah lovely," she said, "now there's a good fellow! Now Harry, open it carefully and pour some of that oil onto your hand and hand the rest of that bottle to me." Harry did as he was told. 

As he poured some of the oil into his palm he noticed an exotic pungent quality to the contents of the bottle and he noticed that they were especially slippery. He handed the bottle to Aunty Lucy who thanked him and poured a generous amount of the oil into one of her hands before capping the bottle and setting it to one side. She then provided him with additional guidance to him saying, 

"Now my dearest nephew, place that lovely oil you have on your fingers in Aunty Lucy's bottom-hole whilst she holds her arse up for you and rubs some of that same oil upon that lovely cockie of yours!" Harry did as told. He knelt next to his aunt's shoulder and looked down upon her fesses that were offered up high off the bed. He reached forward and began to dab his oily fingers around in the valley between the cheeks of Lucy's moon and presently, he found the mouth to her rude turd pucker and began to rub. A moment later, he felt her slicked up hand and deft fingers, dancing away on his cock; slicking the rather rude veiny appendage up for pending penetration! 

"Ah," said Lucy after half a minutes time, "I think this wonderful tool is now properly oiled for the job it is to be applied to! Take yourself now up behind me and finish with my bottom-hole before you begin to pego-plug it!" Again, Harry complied but as he moved to the rear of his aunt, he witnessed her reaching forward to pull a black riding crop up from underneath the pillows. The site of the fearsome crop provided him with no small amount of foreboding but he set himself about the task of inspecting Lucy's pink backdoor crater and providing additional rubs of his oily digit; making the woman alternately sigh and giggle between puffs of the hookah pipe. 

At long last, Lucy decided her tracks were properly greased and that she needed an engine to come down them! She reached for the crop and to Harry's amazement; instead of making him the target of her abuse, she brought it up and around in a vicious arc over her shoulder to make the cane CRAACK smack dab in the middle of her apple-bottom with the black leather keeper "hornet-stinging" her; precisely upon her tender rectum! The gunshot like CRACK of the crop frightened Harry (as did the yelp of self-inflicted pain from his auntie)! 

For a moment he stood on his knees behind her; completely open mouthed an awestruck at what he'd just witnessed. Lucy turned her head over her shoulder to him; a single tear running down her cheek and ironically a broad happy smile of pleasure etched upon her face. She said to her pupil, 

"Shall we begin?" 

Harry placed the mushroom knob of his greased cock at the notch of his aunt's fesses. His hands steadied the tip and pushed against Lucy's rude pucker while he applied more and more weight against the naughty little ring of freshly stung flesh! The taught resistance of the delightfully snug pink aperture gave way to the forces of gravity and lubrication and in an instant, Harry felt himself slide down and in; well-sheathed inside the gripping warmth Auntie Lucie's foul wicked innards. A great cry and a gasp rose from inside the bed-curtains; not from Lucy mind-you (who was wide mouthed and speechless at the great greasy "gut-stretcher" that now split her entrails), but from Harry; who'd sunk into her straight up to his balls and was now awash in rude excruciating pleasure! 

Lucy on the other hand stared straight ahead open-mouthed into the pillows and cushions; unable to speak for several seconds and completely caught off guard at the enormity of the task she'd subjected her bottom-hole to! It could have been said that she'd bitten off more than she could chew except that the woman didn't have any teeth back there, although one would have been hard pressed to convinced Harry; who felt as if she'd swallowed him whole! It wasn't as if Lucy was new to a large stiff cock "back-there" ; to the contrary, she'd had a good many run up her back-channel over the years and it was a practice she thoroughly enjoyed!