is visiting us the day after tomorrow and will have the pleasure of making your acquaintance then.”
This I did not mind so much. To meet Caroline's family in a piecemeal fashion, so to speak, suited my temperament better. As the hour for the encounter approached, so I grew more nervous, which amused Caroline and my sister much.
“Mama is no ogre. You will soon come to cherish her,” Caroline assured me. Even so, I took a stiff whisky before the grand arrival of Lady Somner, and a deep breath when she entered the house. Upon actually encountering her, however, all my apprehensions faded as do sparks from a bonfire at night which, like tiny errant stars, flirt for a moment with the darkling air and then disappear into some otherness.
Lady Jane Somner had not then quite reached her forty-third year, and was a striking beauty of my own stature. Her skin appeared as smooth as a girl's, her bosom fulsome, her hips lush in their out-curving. Indeed, so taken was I with her and with her gentle smile that I bowed and kissed the back of her hand as she entered the drawing room.
“I hear naught but good of you,” were her first words to me.
I thought for a moment to say the same, but realised that it might sound impertinent and so contented myself with a modest murmur while Caroline beamed upon us both. Then, after a short conversation, and in the usual manner of ladies, all three went upstairs to do whatever women do upon arrivals-which, so far as my experience goes, is to talk and talk and talk.
“Mama, we have met such a remarkable lady,” I heard Caroline say as they ascended. I gawped and stood quite still. Surely she could only mean Gertrude-and yet what could she possibly have to say of her to her Mama, of all people? I listened furtively and heard Lady Somner reply with a laugh, “Why, what does she do, dear?”
Caroline's reply was lost as they trailed along the landing above, during which time I tried with almost comic desperation to imagine what could be said and what could not, and why Caroline had mentioned Gertrude at all.
There was laughter from the bedroom then. I heard it distinctly, but no words. Upon their re-appearance some thirty minutes later, I put on an utterly jejune air of casualness, though no sign of secrets showed in Lady Somner's face and all was such sweetness and decorum that, as night came upon us, I resigned myself to a temporary bachelor existence since it was evident that Lady Somner was to stay.
At ten the girls retired, I receiving a chaste kiss on the cheek from both and finding myself alone with Caroline's Mama whom I offered to escort to the door of her bedroom.
“In a while, Harry. I have a peculiar penchant in that I like to disrobe downstairs before ascending. It is a foible that I trust you will not deny me? Would you be so kind as to fetch my nightgown. I have placed it in readiness upon my bed. Be a good boy and I will kiss you goodnight very nicely.”
Her words stunned me, but I knew from the searching look she gave me that she was in no wise joking.
“Why, yes, of course,” I heard myself say, feeling utterly apprehensive lest I should encounter Caroline or Adelaide on the landing, though the closing of their doors had already been heard. As may be imagined, I tiptoed upstairs rather fretfully, but not without a tingling of wonderment and excitement. The floorboards creaked here and there, and once or twice in my passage I halted and heard rather the beating of my heart than anything else, taking longer about the matter than was needful.
Finally when I descended, with a powder blue nightgown, much frilled with white lace and adorned with little white bows, over my arm, it was to find the gaslight dimmed in the drawing room, for I perceived only a soft glow emanating from the gap where I had left the door ajar. Feeling my palms moisten slightly, I entered and there beheld a sight of voluptuous glory.
Standing in the centre of the room with her hands on her hips and her feet astride was Lady Somner. Her gown and underskirt had been discarded and lay over a chair. Through a somewhat bleared vision I saw that she was wearing nothing save a dark grey petticoat whose broad, frilled hem undulated just above the tops of her matching stockings where pink-rosetted garters circled her plump, pale thighs. Her sturdy, shapely calves were adorned by patterned black boots that reached to just below her knees. The magnificent gourds of her breasts were half revealed to me in their rising above the neckline of the petticoat where the half-moons of the large brown aureoles showed.
“Harry, close the doors and come here,” she uttered.
I swallowed and obeyed, knowing not whether to hand her the nightgown or to lay it down.
“Place it at my feet and kneel before me, Harry. Do you not intend to pay homage to your future mother-in- law?”
“Why, yes-I-that is to say…” I choked foolishly.
“It will not be your last opportunity, but it is pleasant to savour the first,” she smiled, whereat I found myself sinking slowly to my knees within inches of her superb figure. The silky nightgown thereupon slid from my arm, but I scarcely knew it had done, for as my face came on a level with her garters, so Lady Somner delicately fingered the hem of her petticoat and ruffled it up to display to my hot eyes her thick, dark pubic bush and the pale gleaming of her belly. Her legs being apart, there was no hindrance whatever to my astounding view of her well-furred cunny whose rolled lips glistened and looked deliciously succulent.
“Come-lick your fist lick, Harry. Many times has it been bedewed, but always is it moist for love. I am a romantic, Harry. I love to be adored.”
So saying, she reached down, passed her right hand around the back of my head and brought my mouth up under the scented wonder of her quim, shifting her thighs the more so that their warm inner silkiness came to press lightly against my ears and the squishy lips of her cunt pressed themselves amourously upon my half-open mouth.
“There, dear, does that not taste nice? Make your salute and lick well around and within. Clasp my bottom as you do so. Hold me tight! Ah, yes, how agile is your tongue! You have received some lessons, then? A trifle higher up now and move your tongue-tip round my spot.”
The most heady and subtle of perfumes invaded my nostrils as I performed this astonishing salute, palming her massive bottom cheeks with a delirium of pleasure as I did so. Her thighs then quivered and clamped themselves against my ears the more, making them burn, yet I did not resent the hold. Indeed, I found excitement in it.
“Ah, sweet boy, yes-there-exactly there! Now move your tongue about it, all around!”
Her hips began to surge, making my head move back and forth. The undulations of her bulging bottom cheeks thrilled me to the core. I licked slavishly.
“Ah, Harry, had you but a twin, the other could lick my bottomhole as well! I adore that to be done. “Two should clasp each other tightly, Harry, when they are ready for it. Are you ready for it? Is your cock up stiff?”
“My God, yes!” I exclaimed in muffled fashion underneath her fur and heard her husky laugh as I sprang up, my pego bursting through my trouser cloth, but as I did so, so she clipped her swelling thighs together and pressed against my shoulders with her hands to keep my face some inches from her own.
“No, dear, not yet,” she teased, “this is your first time with me, is it not? Undress and show me your equipment first. You have to last the night with me, you know!”
I was berserk with desire. Perhaps such small inhibitions as had obtained in me until then were scattered to the winds. This glorious creature was yielding herself to me, and with her lovely daughter all unsuspecting and nigh asleep upstairs. Would that conscience and desire could have fought a longer battle, but there was no help for it. I, moreover, was literally being commanded to obey and did so with as glad a will as ever I had done anything before. In a trice, naked, I presented my standard to her view while she, keeping two paces from me, raised her petticoat and removed it so that her mammalian twins yielded themselves, hard-nippled, to my eyes.
“You may kiss me, Harry, now and press your cock against my belly, for I like to feel it thus,” said she whereat I was in her arms rather than she in mine and felt the superb tingling of her swollen titties to my chest, the sly rubbing of her garters to my thighs and, above all, that indescribable intimacy that comes from two naked, warm-fleshed forms together. I clasped her nether cheeks and savoured again their richness and their subtle yielding to my fingertips.
“Shall we to bed now?” she asked with slight amusement against my lips.
“Let me…” I croaked, but could not bring myself to utter crudenesses against her mouth.
“Let you what? You have not kissed my bottom yet,” she teased, then laughed a little “oooh!” as I fingered her rosette between the thrusting hemispheres. Suavely she moved her tongue against my own, breathing her warm breath into my mouth. “Sometimes we play a game, my pet. Shall I tell you what it is? One is the Master or
