Gynecocracy

'Oh, Gertrude! I mean Mamma, I–I-love you!'

'You, very naughty boy!' she answered with mock disapprobation but smiling and evidently well pleased as she moved towards a satin-covered couch on which there was a great square pillow and reclined upon it her golden hair like an aureole about her fair face. 'Don't you know, don't you remember, I have already told you that it is very wicked to entertain such feelings for your mamma?'

There was a strange gleam in her eyes as she said this which immediately excited my wonder. I did not know what she was driving at and was considerably puzzled. As to my feelings, however, there was no opportunity for being puzzled. How attractive, how desirable she looked, as she lay there in a dishabille of the most alluring kind, one slender leg unveiled almost to the knee and the other far away from its sister at the other side of the sofa. When a young lady sits edgewise upon a table, she is said to be in want of a husband; when she lies on her back in the presence of a naked young man, careless about her clothing, her eyes aflame, and her legs well separated, it may safely be affirmed she wishes to welcome that young man to her arms. But then why baulk him with all this talk, this fiction of being his mamma? I suppose it excited her. No doubt the idea of being possessed by, of yielding to her son, gave a peculiar, a poignant zest to it, which the ordinary humdrum everyday copulation of a youth and maiden would have been without. And to this sense of double possession and power must, I think, be attributed the treatment most stepmothers accord their stepsons. It causes a peculiar especial flavour to the lust. A strong stimulant to the imagination, which no woman can say 'No' to, and as they are too conventional, or want the courage to act as Parisina, they 206

take it out on their stepsons with their riding whips, or slippers, or tawses under cover of salutary discipline.

My 'Mamma' bid me kneel down by her side and tell her all about it.

I obeyed and clasped her lithe form with my arms, her clinging and thin garments permitting me to feel her soft plump form beneath them, and as I grasped her she thrilled.

'Julian,' she said in low sweet tones looking at me with her swimming eyes, 'in the train I felt you, yes, actually felt you making love to me and-and-'

I slipped my hand on to the lovely leg nearest to me and let it move upwards. I felt she had no drawers on, my hand was upon the smooth roundness of her thigh. I moved up her clothes and saw the delicate pink flesh which I kissed. Her own left hand upon my shoulders drew me from my kneeling position over her.

'How dare you?' she said.

'Oh, Mamma, Mamma, I do love you so!' And I gazed into her eyes and ventured to kiss her ruby lips.

She put her right hand round my back, and holding my mouth to hers gave me a long clinging kiss, inserting her tongue between my lips in quest of my own, moving up and down as she did so.

'You-you-must say what you want, you must ask me-to-let you-'

I guessed what was necessary. How strange it is that the more refined the girl the more she loves to be shocked.

'Oh, Gertrude!'

'Gertrude,' she repeated scornfully.

'Oh Mamma dear, please let me-fuck you-' and I hid my face in her breast.

Her arms were about me instantly.

'Did Baby want to do anything so naughty to its own mamma?' she asked. 'Well den it sail, kiss me den!'

With my lips upon her warm, wet, open mouth and my eyes fixed upon hers, half covered by their drooping lips, I removed her petticoats and ensconced myself between her limbs, naked from the tops of her stockings, rejoicing in the contact of her flesh with mine. Her legs enlaced themselves at my back and made me a happy prisoner. I opened her peignoir at the neck, and caressed the full round globes of her bosom, removing my mouth from hers to cover them and her neck with burning kisses. Her right hand had not been idle. It had been playing with that instrument which was to outrage her so sweetly and had excited it and enlarged it greatly.

'It must be put in there,' she said, directing it. 'It is nicer having itself uncovered by me there than by my hand, isn't it, Julian?'

'Yes,' said I, beside myself.

'Oh! Oh! Oh! Naughty, naughty boy! Oh, Julian! Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh! Push him further in-there,' as she embraced me with all her strength.

'Oh, Mamma! Dear Mamma!' I exclaimed as, after a moment's sweet tossing by her, which I felt to my fingers' tips, and a moment's determination to keep the position I had gained, from which, indeed, her strong legs at my back made any retreat impossible, I shuddered, and sank upon her luxurious form, as, with passionate force, the spasmodic injection of the essence of my being into hers was accomplished. Her bosom rising and falling rapidly, herself in a lovely, exquisite love sickness, she held me tightly, scarcely relaxing her grasp.

'Baby has-done-it-to please himself. Now he must do it to please his mamma.'

Now what with the fatigues, excitement, and experiences I had gone through, added to which was the tremendous outburst of passion I had just given her, I was very much afraid I could not repeat the performance; but at any cost, I would not confess this impotence. She moved up and down, and moved her hands about me and I puffed and blew and endeavoured to realise where I was and with whom, with some success.

She grew a little impatient.

'Do you really deserve to have lady's drawers and petticoats on? Come, Julian, how did you feel in them? Very naughty, eh? Is it not much nicer to be-between a lady's legs-to be inside-actually inside her-than merely-to wear-her clothes? I shall whip-you-if you don't obey. I shall-replace that thing-here,' she said, moving her fingers to the very spot, and finding how it excited me, kept them there, 'if-if you are not quick-only think-your mamma-what a privilege! What a favour! Come, Julian, do as your mamma wishes, or-she will smack your-your bottom. She will whip it and cover it with wales if you don't.'

How she harped upon being my mamma while I was in that position!

'Come, Julian-you must-must-fuck your mamma again, because she tells you to,' blushing with exquisite confusion.

The chief delight to her lay not in the gratification of love, or lust, but in the simulation of incest. How curious, how odd, the fascination of vice! How depraved, what a thorough woman Gertrude was! And, strange to say, I liked her the better for it.

And I was between her legs, in the closest possible contact with her. And then the idea of the lady's drawers, and of the little whip wielded by her alabaster arms which made such delightful bracelets, so warm, so soft, so yielding, and yet so strong for me. My passion again culminated; again as she gasped with love, I gave her whole desire, in the strong convulsion of ecstasy.

'Oh, Gertrude Stormont! Oh, Mamma!'

She kissed me, called me 'good boy,' drew me to her side, and placed my head next hers on the pillow, covering me with her garments, and then we must have both fallen asleep, the last thing that I remember being her placing her right leg across me. Her arm lay across my neck and the gentle pressure of her form thus upon mine inspired me with delicious dreams.

I was awakened by her shaking my shoulder. Why does the woman always wake the first? Probably because she is insatiable.

'You lazy boy! You lazy Julian! Now-Baby-Baby-awake! It is' (kiss) 'just' (kiss) 'seven o'clock.' And she locked me in her arms. 'Jump up, and help your mamma to dress!'

'Oh, Mamma!' I exclaimed, rubbing my eyes, and smiling at her. 'Oh, Mamma dear!'

That night I was attired as a young man for once again in my life-trousers, a stiff shirt, an open waistcoat, socks. It positively felt a strange garb and I felt at a loss and uncomfortable in it. I retreated into my room; I washed, dressed, and returned to Gertrude. I found the stockings she wished to wear, changed those she had on for them; and anyone who has done this office for a lady will understand how much the words mean-the tremulous blushes, the stolen looks and touches they include. I found her her silken chemise and drawers, her satin corset, which I laced, and her evening dress, which I fastened. I handed her her bracelets and jewels, and admired her shapely arms as she knotted up her hair and fixed it with a stab of an agate pin studded with diamonds.