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  “He thought it would, he said. And I had so far subdued my own senses in regard to my relations with Lester, that it was with no thought of any danger to myself that I set about my plan to give my young son that 'treat' I hoped would finally cure his persistent craving.”

  “It was late evening-almost our usual bedtime-when we had our chat. And I told Lester to come from his room when I had taken my bath and gave him a call-and that he should stand for just a moment in my opened bedroom door and… look at me!”

  “I had thought myself quite unmoved as far as the sexual element was involved-yet I did tremble a little as with the lights brightly shining and the bedroom door wide open, I undressed for the deliberate purpose and full intention of showing myself completely naked to my virile young son.”

  “My nervousness increased as, after removing my shoes and stockings, I drew my final garment over my head. I was shaky-and no longer with concern over the welfare of my son. Picture yourself as a woman for an instant-and then imagine yourself stripped to the skin by your own hands in order that your own child might gaze on your nakedness-and you may be able to realize the way in which I was moved.”

  “Nevertheless, I went through with it. I imagine that the low call which I contrived to utter was rather shaky and husky. Never had I made such an effort before. But the lad-probably already waiting in the passage in his bathrobe beard it and arrived at once.”

  “I saw him standing there in the doorway-with his hand clenched- his usually merry face pale with excitement and delight. He appeared to be awed into silence.”

  “I was facing him as I stood there-all my body outlined and its nudity emphasized by the glow of the lights. My own emotion was enhanced by his. I managed to smile at him, however-and try to restore by some tremulous remark the equanimity of both of us.”

  “You certainly can see me more clearly than in a dream now-can't you, dear?” I jested. “Take a good look and put an end to these visions. For this is the first and last time that you will see your mother in her… birthday clothes. It shall be complete this time, though. Have you seen me enough in front? Then-see the rest!”

  “I turned slowly round as if on a pivot. I was flushed scarlet and breathing heavily. I stood now revealing all my rear nudity to the boy. On the thick carpet his feet made no sound, and I had no inkling that he had left the doorway until I heard a little gasp just behind me.”

  “He was directly behind me, and had fallen silently on his knees. His arms were about me-one hand on my loins and the other upon my mount-and his hot lips were….”

  “I staggered on my feet-overwhelmed with growing agitation. Yet still he did not lick-perhaps did not even comprehend that the tongue might participate in the conquest of the female body-he only kissed… hotly, wildly, anywhere and everywhere upon the twin rotundities of my quivering buttocks.”

  “Struck dumb at first, I appeared also to have been struck motionless. The fervor of his kisses thrilled me from head to foot-and the hands by which he held me on my belly and bush-did nothing to allay my agitation and emotion.”

  “He rose at length-but it was to hug me violently from the rear-with both hands grasping my taut breasts as I managed to stammer breathlessly:

  “You wicked, wicked boy — you are breaking your promise to me!”

  “But I didn't promise anything, mother darling!” he said desperately.

  “Well, you are being very disobedient anyhow,” I cried — “you are grieving mother very much… and making her sorry she tried to be nice to you.”

  “I can't help it-ohh! Mother… I can't help it!” he wailed huskily. “You are so lovely-I just have to hug you and-kiss you all over!”

  “I managed to twist my body in his encircling arms- for his fingers caressing my nude breasts were driving me frantic with an emotion which I must at all costs hide from him. As I turned, I felt his rampant staff rubbing across my hips, my buttocks, my thighs.”

  “In all truth I had escaped from Scylla to Charybdis. For as I stood face to face with him and still in his arms — panting and weak with desire to yield to him that which he so much coveted, he was able to kiss my throbbing and passionate breasts-drawing their taut nipples between his lips-in a caress which set me aflame.”

  “There was milk there for you once,” I faltered-trying to restore calm to the situation, and hoping to withdraw from his clasp. “But there is no longer any left!”

  “This is something far sweeter than milk,” he insisted, as he sucked hard on each nipple and tickled it with his hot tongue.

  “Then, with a little gasp, he slipped to his knees. With encircling hands he took both my buttocks in a nervous grip so as to maintain me in position. He kissed my naval and pressed his lips fiercely into the little dimple-and then his mouth descended to the curling hair which only half disguised my sex.”

  “In delighted dismay-overcome by the emotions which now possessed me-I found myself unable to struggle free from the strong arms which held my naked body so deliriously.”

  “Lester's lips were pasturing furiously in my genital grove and on the plump mound which the curling hair concealed. I swayed and tottered on my feet, and my closely pressed thighs must have yielded imperceptibly. For he gave a cry of delight and triumph…”

  “There it is-the beauty-I can just see a bit of it- the little pink crack…** he gasped thickly. “How I love it-how I've dreamed of it! Let me, mother… I will — I must-kiss it!”

  “Moaning with passion now, as much as with shame and keen distress that my experiment had failed thus disastrously, I could not avoid the contact with his lips on which his heart was set His taut arms held me bound to him. His flushed face pried its way to the treasures it sought-parting my soft thighs in its advance.”

  “He withdrew his face a few inches-but his hands on my rear did not permit me to close my thighs-which he had gripped firmly to hold separated. With a sigh of pure ecstasy which shook him from head to foot, he scanned all the soft treasures of my nakedly displayed cunt for a long moment.”

  “And then-my God! How his kisses burned me-his kisses on my-on m-my cunt… that shot burning hot tremors right throughout my sex! With face turned upwards I moaned out quivering pleas for forbearance- but in his present state of mind my son did not know the meaning of the word.”

  “But the intolerable situation was to become worse yet. Whether the instinct was inherited from his father I cannot tell. But Lester's tongue entered into play. Along the crevice of my already pouting cleft it journeyed ardently. In a sensual lethargy I stood for half a minute enduring the thrills of this caress.

  “Enduring it-” I say, but actually I was vibrant from head to toes under the ineffable rapture which his tongue was provoking within me! I was, indeed, on the verge of spending… for now he had brought his hands into play — and parting the lips of my slit with his fingers, he had thrust down with me as far as his stiffened tongue could reach…”

  “Even though I was thus released from the arms which had bound me, I seemed unable to move a muscle to escape this glorious persecution. But suddenly, as Lester's tongue ceased to seek the hot depths of my cunt and dwelt instinctively instead upon the tip of my throbbing clitoris I realized that in another instant I should be spending helplessly into the mouth of my adoring son.”

  “With an effort that rent me through and through, I forced my hips away from that lascivious caress-though only a few inches. Convulsive jerkings had seized my muscles-my body seemed no longer my own. I gasped in delirious agony and tangled my fingers in the boy's mop of curling hair, clutching the dear head to me in frantic passion.”

  “His tongue darted at me in a final thrust-my cunt gaped open to receive it-and my hips jerked to and fro as I spent in a torrent that flooded his caressing tongue — and creamed over his lips and down his chin!”

  “Astonished though he was at this sudden culmination to our embrace, Lester seemed instinctively to know how to receive it, for he swallowed frantically and passed his hot to
ngue deep into my quivering cunt so as to suck forth any lingering drops of my love-dew.”

  “I felt as though his caressing mouth was drawing down my life itself from my quivering loins-my thighs and legs gave way under me-and I sank in a crumpled heap of naked femininity on the floor beside him-clutching his dear body fiercely to me and covering him all over with devouring kisses.”

  “There, Mr. Freeman, is the true story of how my darling Lester seduced his foolish mother… and sucked her off… are you satisfied now-and will you-let me go… please?”

  Chapter V

  A profound silence ensued which neither of them seemed inclined to break, and finally Rose swallowed hard and made another effort to move her captor to pity.

  “How I could ever have brought myself to speak to you of such dreadful things-so intimate-I cannot understand…”

  Yet even as she spoke she understood too well the fatal compulsion under which she had practically prostituted her most secret memories to the lecherous curiosity of this man. A woman of gentle breeding, she had every reason to be afraid-shamed and apprehensive-at which she had done. For not only had she pandered to his sensuality in ways that seemed to her almost incredible- but she had thereby given him a greater hold over her than ever.

  Still on his lap-reclining now on his muscular body- and submitting to his embrace-she trembled at the very thought of what she had done, and what she was submitting to. Here she was-on this man's lap… literally afraid to insist on being released lest he should feel offended-allowing her thighs and breasts to be stroked and pressed as he pleased-and with her sex still palpitant from his masculine grasp and quick exploration.

  What was this man to her now-this man, who, seeming to be deep in thought, yet detained her in his grasp like a plaything, and was fondling her person with no apparent concern as to whether she desired his caresses or not And who was quite aware that she was vibrating beneath his touch although she realized his cool assumption that he could do as he wished with her person, without regard to her own wishes.

  And what was he pondering so deeply? She felt excluded from his thoughts-an added humiliation, since when he did not deign to speak she must sit there and be his toy.

  Twice she tried nervously to rise-and each time she sank back upon his knees with a stifled cry of confusion and shame and with her cheeks burning hotly. For he grasped her promptly on each occasion-with one hand between her legs in front-and the other sinking into the yielding flesh of her plump bottom-so that he could casually force her back onto his lap like a child.

  And even the manner in which he seemed to try to soothe her as she lay back in his arms was additionally mortifying. For if he was aware that she was a creature possessing a free will of her own-and entitled at least to be given some choice before being petted or embraced — he showed no realization of the knowledge.

  Over her warm and thinly clad body his hand wandered at will-smoothing abstractedly her flanks and belly, her legs and bosom. Occasionally he laid parted lips to where a tiny, stiff nipple protruded through the silk at her soft breast-and she shrank and gasped as his breath seemed to burn her taut nipples through their covering.

  He was still thinking-still removed from her-and she was still something which must not complain-when he commenced to caress the soft curves of her legs.

  Rose stifled a tremulous little cry in his coat collar as his fingers proceeded almost mechanically beneath her silk skirt. Then, with a slowness which aggravated her agitation intensely-with a methodical advance which left her scarlet and breathless, and gave her the sensation of a schoolgirl being 'felt up' for the first time-those searching fingers crept upward from her knee.

  To the fraction of an inch she could have told at each instant how near they were to her naked skin. And-the crowning source of an ineffable agitation — she was as truly helpless as a child to resist his invasion. He could do with her as he pleased-treat her as a girlish novice who must afford pasturage on her inexperienced body to his fingers-crumple and handle her charms just as he liked-and she could do nothing to protect the sanctity of her lovely person.

  Since confessions from her seemed to be the order of the day. Rose admitted dazedly to herself that this awful treatment to which she was being subjected abounded for her in a series of new and shattering thrills-In the bonds of her nervous shame she clenched her fingers into fists and now she crowded one of them to her mouth to stifle any exclamation which might betray the true state of her hotly inflamed senses.

  Yet she jumped and whimpered softly-almost like a child-as that broad palm and searching fingers slipped up from stocking to bare skin. Freeman paid no attention to her faint outcry, for he was fingering lasciviously the satin softness of her lovely thigh.

  His hand moved-sometimes upward, causing Rose to sigh and hold her breath at its dangerous proximity to a very delicate and most ineffectively protected region- and sometimes across and around the lovely and naked column of flesh, fondling and subtly caressing it.

  Then his fingers passed to the other leg-and there too they stroked and petted, squeezing the soft flesh gently both outside and inside the tender thighs.

  Never before had the handsome and healthily passionate Rose Bolton known just this mixture of horrid dread and sensuous anticipation. That the male who held her would spare her the most intimate caresses she had no real belief-and yet she trembled with shame and fear of the instant to come-and then when it came she felt as if she could have reached out her naked sex to him to take and to possess-if that sex had been extendable.

  She was in flames-yet smitten with dismay that all her dreams of freedom from masculine desires for the rest of her life should seem to be crashing down about her very bewildered head.

  Strangely, she had not thought of the instant when she might be compelled to the final surrender of her body — that she might have to become his mistress in this queer captivity in which she had been entangled by her financial necessities.

  It was sufficient for her present degradation and shame — which mystifying appeared to only heighten her erotic excitement-that she must lie here like this… and be “felt all over.”

  Ohhh! If it were only over-over before she screamed in his arms… from sheer nervous agitation! If only he would just touch her sex-since such must surely be his ultimate intent… to which he was so lasciviously tending-and then abandon her to try to recover some sort of composure. The very inevitability of this unspeakable contest shook her to the core. To be toyed with thus- like a woman of easy virtue-made her pent up chastity burn and vibrate and convert itself into a madly glowing sensuality…

  As the man turned her slightly and ran that agitating hand beneath the edge of her drawers, he lingered the delicate garment for a preliminary instant. She heard a little sigh from his lips-the first sign of agitation which he had given. And the next instant she was quivering from head to foot under the contact of his bare hand with her naked bottom.

  “Ohhh!” she gasped involuntarily, as the thrill of his caress possessed her sensitive body.

  Ohhh! God! He meant to spare her nothing, then. As she succumbed in trembling dismay to caresses and explorations of her secret body that maddened her-as the entire surface of both her quivering buttocks and the crack between knew the shameful delight of his touches and fingerings… she pictured the face of her young son if he could sea her now, a toy in the powerful hands of this man.

  The boy would probably be excited by the sensual display. But she could almost hear his youthful voice saying: “Mother! Is it fair that I was sent away because I loved and wanted your lovely body-when this strange man has you at his mercy and uses his power to handle your body-your beautiful naked body… as he sees and deems fit?”

  And now, with an ease that awed her with the latent power it displayed, the man had forced her to a complete extension of her slender body-which strove to curl up in a ball as some slight protection. And his hidden hand slipped down from her bare behind. From the rear his strong fingers now
intruded between the legs which they pried apart.

  As Rose moaned with shame and tried to close her thighs, he said to her curtly:

  “Be quiet, Rose! Don't force me to extreme measures with you. You don't wish to be stripped naked and then spanked… right here in your office-where one of your shop girls may see you, do you?”

  She gasped and surrendered. For she realized that he was quite capable of carrying out such a threat, and that she was powerless to resist. Her shame was deadly in its force, and the necessity of protesting no more-but of parting her naked legs humbly for the intrusion of this male hand-increased that shame tenfold.

  He fingered her softly between her thighs from the rear — seeking the button which fastened the silken strap of her undergarment. His touch there in her crotch seemed to burn her flesh. Against the inner nudities of her thighs his fingers moved-and the upward pressure of his hand upon her secrecies drove her so distracted that a little choking cry that was half a scream bubbled up from the lips which she had sought to gag by burying them upon his shoulder.

  And new he undertook to render her shame the keener, the shaking acceptance of his will the more humiliating. “Ask me to unbutton your undies, Rose…” he said quite nonchalantly.

  “Ohh! My God! Mr. Freeman! How can you…? she wailed in dismay-unable to believe her ears.

  “Ask me-and this instant-to unbutton your step-ins… between your legs,” he repeated softly. “I shall not speak again-and I give you just ten seconds!”

  “I beg of you-this insanity…” faltered Rose. She hid her crimson face on his shoulder.

  He made as if to rise from the low chair, carrying her with him.

  “Ohh! Don't! For Cod's sake, don't!” wailed Rose in her dismay. “I-please, Mr. Freeman… will you… unbutton my undies-in between my legs?”