The Pleasures of Bankruptcy Page 4

  “With this notion fermenting in my mind I advanced from boldness to audacity in his regard. A curling leg thrust up under me served to draw my skirt upward and disclose some inches of bare thigh. I myself pretended not to notice this display of nudity-but my fiance did- and at once claimed the privileges which he had already taken with other parts of my youthful body.”

  “I murmured in shame-and that shame was in some ways real… and I expostulated softly and plaintively — and that expostulation was not real at all. For I was enamoured from the first by his hot kisses on the nudity I had then exposed, and soon ceased to make any further plea for forbearance. And with careless fingers I twitched from time to time at the silk of my skirt, and thus afforded the excited Christopher fresh fields to conquer.”

  “I was wearing short wide-legged drawers… reaching not more than half way down my thighs. And Christopher's lips attained the lace edging of this garment upon the exposed leg. He glanced up at me-as if dimly aware that it was by my compliance that so much of my soft flesh was at his disposal.”

  “His face was radiant and his eyes radiant and his eyes were glowing with passion. As for myself, vibrating as I was with the ecstasy caused by his nibbling and licking of my flesh, I was flushed and quite unable to meet his gaze. He was kneeling before me with closed eyes, as if only half-conscious. I drew out the leg from beneath my rump-and extended that like the other… to his caresses.

  “Christopher did not fail to take advantage of the new charms thus offered to him. Both of my thighs as far as the lace of my drawers was thus at his disposal. And he kissed and nibbled and licked the soft flesh inside my tender thighs, raising or parting the limbs in order to reach regions he had not yet visited.”

  “I allowed all this-with no more than an occasional long drawn and quavering sigh.' I hardly think I could have said a word… so palpitant was I at being ministered to in this exciting manner.- I saw his nostrils flare-I suppose some sexual aroma had reached him and so increased his agitation.”

  “I saw him gaze intently towards the spot where my gown was raised sufficiently to disclose the intersection of my drawers. Fortunately or unfortunately, they were of the closed variety, for I think I would have fainted, in spite of all that I had condoned, if he had at that time been able to see my secret parts.”

  “And yet I had sufficient pity for his obvious regret to surreptitiously pluck towards the legs of my drawers so as to offer him fresh territory when he resumed his caress. Presently he had both thighs right to their tops at his mercy, and his busy tongue foraged wherever it could reach, until I was once more moaning and sighing with delight.”

  “Yet again I was overcome and conquered by another more capricious and licentious thought. Even in the solitude of my bedroom I blushed scarlet as I discarded my drawers. For according to the code of the countryside, none save a lost girl could be in the presence of any male when she was without this chaste garment, even if completely swathed otherwise in clothes. But I had a reason — a morbid reason-for wishing to omit my undergarment on this occasion.”

  “I had discovered a light, discarded but quite presentable skirt in the back of my wardrobe. And in the rear of this skirt was a deep plaquet slit. I smiled to myself as I saw this and was smitten by a sudden inspiration.”

  “Suppose that a girl… I said to myself-had carelessly forgotten her drawers while wearing this skirt? Suppose the girl were I-and suppose that Christopher were with me when a sudden movement on my part disclosed a prominent if rather reprehensible part of my anatomy through that cleft in my clothing-”

  “I gasped with delight over the idea. Already I was in my underwear-about to dress for his evening visit. I saw my flushed face in the mirror-and the die was cast. I carefully enlarged the opening in the plaquet with a pair of scissors, and donned the skirt, having drawn up my short chemise to a point where I knew it would not obstruct the view which I intended to afford my fiance that night.”

  “I moved to and fro before the mirror, and turning my head over my shoulder I noted the effect. I saw that at my least movement there was a white flash which even the dumbest of men would realize was not the white on linen slips or silk undies. And if I stooped over a bit it opened to a really exciting extent. I even held the slit open with my hands, gratified if slightly horrified to note that now almost my entire bottom was presented through the opening.”

  “Even though it had been tacitly assumed between us that my fiance was at liberty to offer his caresses to any part of my anatomy which was bared to his eyes, that fact did not constitute an effective passport to whatever regions he might have once visited. For instance, although he had once had me unclad from neck to navel it did not follow that he could visit my bosom with his caresses whenever be might so desire.”

  “So he always waited until I myself, overcome with desire to feel his tongue and lips and fingers caressing me in other spots than my face and arms and neck-would, with languorous shame and apparent unconsciousness of what I was doing, commence to expose myself in the region which longed for his caresses.”

  “And thus, this evening, when flushed and horribly self-conscious of the nudity beneath my skirt, I joined my fiance in the parlor, I had plenty of time to decide on how to commit the unmaidenly act which I contemplated. So at last I whispered softly: 'Your tongue is lovely, my darling. It's like warm, moist velvet on my skin. I love to have you bathe me as you wish-and to feel you even suck my flesh. Shall you-bathe my bosom after we are married… just as you did the other evening?”

  “He almost groaned with delight at the thought, and then whispered shakily that he would bathe my very feet — my toes… with his tongue. He could show me now how he would do that, and how delightful I should find it. And he looked meaningly at my short skirt and my slender legs, clad in the very thinnest of silk hose.”

  “To encourage him, for before undertaking my experiment I wished him as wrought up as possible. I silently rolled my stocking down to the ankle. And I flushed as I then submitted my bared limb to his lickings and tonguings-until for the first time he pleaded with me in words to grant him a further exposure than I had already made — I pretended to think it over.”

  “He begged me: 'Mayn't I have this darling foot bare — for just a little moment?”

  “I bowed my head in assent. And he gasped with great pleasure as he drew off my shoe and almost reverently bared my foot by removing my stocking. Later I was to discover the hot desire which my naked feet could arouse in him. For many a time I have sat there reading a book while he caressed and licked my bare foot before promenading it over his exposed and rampant prick.”

  “But now his breath was hot upon my toes-and his lips and tongue also. I was glad now of the immaculate care I had always given my girlish feet and toes and nails. And I was amazed to find how thrilling to my senses were his fervent caresses on my pedal extremities. I was wrought up now to the pitch which gave me courage for my incredible and indecent experiment in testing his complaisance.”

  “I sighed-moaned gently… laughed hysterically- and wrested my foot from his hands with a little jerk. And I drew the leg upward, rolling upon the sofa in such a disorder that my skirt mounted more than a trifle. So I crouched there, panting, upon one side, with both knees drawn upward. I could almost feel that tong slit in the plaquet part slightly.”

  “I heard a low gasp from Christopher. Then his fingers trembled on the opened cleft of my garment-which may have revealed at the moment some six inches of white and tender flesh of my left buttock.”

  “My darling… my beautiful darling-” he gasped, as he pressed eager lips to my bared backside.

  “I exclaimed in shame and agitation-fairly groaning with excitement as I felt his tongue on my bare rump.”

  “What… what are y-you d-doing, Christopher? I sighed, as I moved uneasily beneath his caress.”

  “He murmured: 'Darling, the slit in your drawers must have opened a little-right under the opening of your skirt. I'll fix it for yo
u in a moment-but first… just let me kiss you there a little'.”

  “I sighed with shame-and with a subtle pleasure, too. I babbled whisperingly about it being so disgraceful… for him to see me in such a spot. But my lack of real resistance seemed to empower him to indulge his senses as he wished. Already he was lavishly licking the soft flesh curving down to the base of the buttock. And his questing face and mouth were gradually widening the opening.”

  “I shivered with a strange intoxication, though I was quite silent now, have for my feverish breathing. And his lascivious nibbling of the soft and abundant flesh thrilled me unspeakably. Christopher was making further discoveries now. Already his caresses had parted my dress to the point where the vertical cleft between the two mound was exposed to his eager eyes.”

  “His hot kisses traversed this delightful valley from top to bottom, and then his tongue followed the same trail. His eager fingers parted the cleft further and he made the next discovery. 'Darling!' he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, 'you have no drawers on'!”

  “Tremulously I uttered a little fib to the effect that I had been able to find no clean ones-but that I hadn't supposed he would be so horrid as to find it out.”

  “He paid but little attention to what I said, for he had now drawn all my naked behind from the sheathing of silk which made just a frame for its two lovely cheeks.”

  “He whispered, gloatingly: 'Ohh! How lovely your big bare bottom is! I could eat it, darling! Let me just kiss and bathe it a little'!”

  “My shivering silence and failure to remonstrate gave him the permission he sought. And the boy, he was only twenty then, banqueted with mad felicity on the nudity he had uncovered. He kissed and licked and nibbled. His tongue even penetrated the cleft-and I sighed, panted and writhed in shame and ecstasy as I realized that he was licking all over the sides of the cleft and down into the depths of the valley which he had exposed with his errant fingers.”

  “Worse was to come, if that were possible… worse and yet more delightful to the maiden that I then was. I had slowly sung forward on my face-and his lips and tongue foraged deeply at the very base of the luscious twin hillocks.”

  “His questing tongue seemed to wish to intrude further — his face delved frantically… parting my legs somewhat. His tongue tip was maddening me with new thrills and throbbings. At length he succeeded in barely touching the lower end of the secret cleft But he could not yet attain his desire, and he caught me around the waist- slipping his hands beneath my loins.”

  “Helplessly and weakly-too palpitant now to recognize his objective-I yielded to the urgings which placed me on my knees with my head on the back of the sofa. And now far more than the moons of my behind were at the disposal of his searching tongue if not of his eyes. I gasped and shuddered, and then wailed aloud with delight, as his tongue worked its way up between ray thighs.”

  “Christopher's face was hotly pressed to the lower part of my bare buttocks. His tongue was thrusting into the more delicate nook between my thighs from the rear. And now it commanded almost the whole length of my secret cleft and could do with it what he willed!”

  “He licked and licked-and I promptly went into such hysterics of rapture which were utterly unfeigned. The funds of passion concealed in the body of the girl I was then may be understood when I tell you that although in his present posture he could only lick the outer walls of my slit-an omission he more than repaired on other occasions-I spent in such frantic convulsions that he was quite alarmed.”

  “I sank forward in a tangled, panting heap-hardly comprehending what had occurred. But the evidence of my bliss reassured him-and even informed him as to what had transpired. He gave a low cry of delight and triumph and on his knees he raised and parted my recumbent legs.”

  “And now he must have obtained his first view of my little sexual nook-of the small pink cleft-to which he had brought such felicity. He cried out hoarsely at the sight and his tongue advanced to sip the dew which still came down to moisten the lips of my ardent slit. Eagerly he licked and caressed the orifice-which yielded more and more to his hot tonguings.”

  “There… my darling Rose,” he whispered at last. “Did I bathe you nicely?”

  “I could only moan a feeble 'heavenly' as I pressed my loins upward to seek just one more caress. But not all the words ever coined could have expressed the sheer rapture which I had just experienced.”

  “We shall return to this topic later on, possibly. Rose,” said Francis Freeman, “for your sexual experiences are of enormous interest. May I recall to your mind, however, that we left your sturdy son lying naked on his almost naked mother on the bath-mat… that he was crowding down between your bare thighs, and was showing by licking and sucking your lips that he had inherited some of his late father's proclivities.”

  “That was,” remarked Rose — sighing almost regretfully, “the very last time that I bathed my adolescent son — and indulged in this quasi-maternal freedom which we both relished so much.”

  “For you see-I'm afraid I was nervously squeezing the boy between my thighs — and returning the ardent caresses of his lips and tongue. I was in an inferno of desire so intense that I quite forgot that it was my own son who was thus lying upon me.”

  “But now I underwent a shock that brought me to my senses. For Lester-shivering with passion and delight- was now inspired by male instincts alone to attempt to rape his mother. His thrusting in between my legs had raised the short chemise which was now my only covering. His stiff prick thrust blindly upward as he kissed and hugged me. And it subbed thrillingly into my open crotch. Entirely unaware as he was of the usage of a woman or the yoking of the sexes, Lester continued to work bis loins and stab upward with his-with his big stiff prick.”

  “His organ reached curling hair-the groove of my sex — even amid his frantic excitement the boy was aroused to a new curiosity. He drew back slightly from my naked body. His eyes fell upon my exposed sex, and all its intimate surroundings-for by this time I was bared half way up the belly.”

  “Ohh! Lester-no… no… no!” I gasped and sobbed incoherently.

  “His youthful eyes burned-his whole face glowed. I was in such a stupor of passion myself that I hardly realized what he was about or the extent of my nudity. He touched me — he fingered my secret opening. His fingers dwelt with delight on the treasures he had discovered.”

  “How lovely, mother!” he cried ardently. “Even lovelier than your bottom! All this soft, dark hair-and the cute mound-and the rosy little opening.”

  “I was trembling from head to foot-literally unable to move or to reply to him-rebukingly or otherwise.

  “And now the boy was assailed with a new idea-and one which was older than the hills but nevertheless new to him.”

  “Mother dear,” he coaxed. “Let me just see if I can't push my tassel into his darling place a little way?”

  “I had taught him as a child to call that appurtenance of his a 'tassel'-though heaven knows it didn't resemble a tassel at this time. But under the throbbing of my pulses I heard him only vaguely, and I made no response to him.”

  “And then suddenly he was upon me once more, in between my legs-trying to adjust his stiff member to the lips of my… of m-my c-cunt!”

  “The shock sobered me from the sensual intoxication in which I lay. Suddenly I realized the horror of the whole situation. I wailed aloud and managed to scramble into a sitting position just as Lester had contrived to get the tip of his organ so placed that its pressure was beginning to expand the soft lips against which it was thrusting and throbbing.”

  “It was a fearful wrench to both of us Conscientiously I could not blame the boy as much as myself. And now- for the first time-I entered into explanations about sexual facts about my son.”

  “I told him that it was as man and woman-instead of as mother and son-that we had nearly entered into such an intimate embrace. I explained in some detail that it was thus that babies were made.”

  “Then you and fa
ther made me that way?” he commented, very directly and somewhat embarrassingly.

  “I flushed and nodded.”

  “Then-since he made a son of you-why shouldn't I make a grandson for you?” he enquired ingeniously.

  “So then I had to tell him of the conventional horror with which the world regards sexual relations between near relatives. I said that it would be a source of shame and regret to us if anything like that were to happen.”

  “Why-I shouldn't feel in the least ashamed or a bit regretful!” he asserted. His boyish face had fallen but now it brightened with a consoling thought.

  “Anyhow,” he said, “so long as we can play around like this together without my clothes on, I shan't mind so much not being able to do what I wanted to do with you. May I see you all bare, mother, now? I never have, you know-though I've seen such lovely parts of you.”

  “I told him that it was impossible. I broke to him the news that I could never bathe him any more. I did not conceal from him the fact that I had longed to give him his way with me-and that to refuse him my body had been perhaps the hardest thing I had ever had to do.”

  “I said that it had all been my fault-but that from now on we were going to live the normal lives of an affectionate mother and son. And in the course of a few days he became cheerful and boyish again.”

  “But after a time I became conscious that he was making stealthy efforts to obtain those peeps at my unclad body which I had refused him. I scolded him about it once or twice, and then bluntly accused him of trying to peep through the keyhole» f the bathroom and bedroom doors to see me undressed.”

  “He admitted it, and said that he was so troubled with his dreams about what he had already seen-that it all seemed to him that he simply must see me just once stark naked.”

  “I was touched, of course-though rather as a mother — than as a woman. I asked him if he thought that this queer yearning which troubled him would vanish if I allowed him one brief look of the thing which he had in mind?”