The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
I could see the bottom of her petticoats as she turned the corner, and
also that she came to a sudden stop, which must have been at the moment
she caught sight of the noble proportions before her. I took care to
pass my hand once or twice backwards or forwards while pissing, and then
shook my prick deliberately, and exposed the whole length and breadth of
it for a minute or two before buttoning it up, during which I could see
she stood perfectly still, rooted to where she had first stopped. After
I had buttoned up, I stooped down, apparently to tie my shoe, but in
fact to give time for it to be supposed I had not seen her previous
approach. So when I rose up she was already at my side. There was a
flush on her cheek and a fire in her eye that showed the bait was
swallowed. My role was to play the perfect innocent, and appear quite
unconscious of her having seen me.
She took my arm, and I could feel that her hand trembled. She led me
along, hastily at first, until we joined her son and niece. After that
she became uncommonly endearing in her manner to me, making such remarks
as she thought would show her that I was not so innocent as I looked, if
my replies had jumped with her expectations. But I was in reality too
experienced not to pay her off in kind, and ended in making her believe
that she had a perfect virgin to deal with. We walked on, she was
evidently much preoccupied, becoming at times quite silent for a minute
or two, and then, gently pressing my arm, she would make some
endearingly flattering remark, at which I would look lovingly but
innocently up to her face to thank her for her kind opinion. On these
occasions her eyes sparkled in a peculiar manner, and her colour went
and came. After a while, her hand left my arm and rested on the opposite
shoulder, in a half embrace, which became warmer and warmer, her
conversation became more affectionate. She was profuse in her
congratulations that her son had found so charming a schoolfellow; and
here she halted, and turning half in front of me, said that she felt
that she could love me as if I were indeed her own dear son; and,
stooping slightly, she sought a kiss of maternal affection. I threw my
arms round her neck, and our lips met in a long and loving kiss—very
warm on her side, but a simple though affectionate kiss on mine.
“Oh!” I said, “how happy I shall be to call you my mamma, and I will
love you as if you were it, it is so good of you to allow me to do so.
This half-year has been the first time in my life that I ever was
separated from my mother—and, although my dear aunt is as kind as
possible to me, still I can’t call her mamma. My guardian won’t allow me
to go home for the Christmas holidays, but now I shall have a dear, kind
new mamma to make me happy.” Here I again raised my lips for an embrace,
which was given with even more than the previous warmth. Her arm had
fallen to my waist, and she pressed me with energy to her bosom, which I
could feel was unexpectedly firm, and even hard. I had great difficulty
in keeping my unruly member down, that she might think I took her warm
embraces as nothing more than affectionate friendship. I succeeded,
however, and this, of course, more than ever convinced her of my entire
ignorance of carnal desires. As I closely embraced her, and glued my
lips to hers, she became greatly agitated, trembled visibly, sighed
convulsively, and then pushed me from her, and seemed suddenly to
recover herself, seized my arm, and hurried on after her son. For, as
may well be supposed she had purposely loitered behind to allow them to
get out of sight, before she indulged her uncontrollable desire to
embrace me. She spoke not a word until we came in sight of them,
apparently sauntering along, innocently enough. But Harry afterwards
told me that having seen how his mother had halted to gaze at my prick,
which he knew beforehand I meant she should see, he had watched us
through the shrubbery, and afterwards had noticed her warmth of manner
to me, and the loitering of her walk. He had turned a corner some
distance ahead of us, and was out of sight when his mother stopped to
embrace me, as described above. He guessed she would be in no hurry to
follow him. So rapidly advancing with his cousin, he got some way before
us, and choosing a place where he could see us through the bushes when
we did follow, he sat down on a garden seat, and drew his cousin on his
lap, asking her if she did not regret their hasty separation after their
last delicious interview, and telling her his mother had seen them,
which was the cause of his being sent as a boarder to the doctor. She
was much surprised to hear this, as her aunt had never breathed a word
of it to her; and she had been greatly distressed at his being sent away
from home. Of course his hands were not idle; but first unbuttoning his
trousers, he put his cock, now much increased in size, into her hand.
She at once observed how much larger it had become, and began to caress
it. He meanwhile was busy frigging her little clitoris. He found that
she was already quite moist, and he had hardly frigged her a minute,
when a sigh and an “Oh! how much more pleasure you give me than my aunt
does.” She spent profusely, grasping his prick with painful tenacity.
Her breath was taken away for some minutes. When she recovered a little,
and was gazing lovingly with half-closed eyes upon him, he at once
recurred to her unexpected confession.
“When does my mother do this to you?”
“Ever since you were sent away; your mother took me to sleep with her,
as she said, she felt so lonely after you left. For some time she used
to embrace me very lovingly, and hold me close pressed to her bosom. As
I always went to bed before her, I was generally sound asleep when she
joined me. I used at first to wonder how when I awoke in the early
morning my chemise was drawn up close to my neck, and your mother’s was
in the same state, and our two naked bodies closely united by the
embracing arms of your mother. I even one morning found that my hand was
held by hers against that part which you are now feeling so nicely. She
had fallen asleep in this position, but I could feel that she was as
moist there as you have just made me. I could not help feeling it was
very nice, and gently removing her hand, I began to feel all over her in
that part and, do you know Harry, she is all covered with such thick and
curly hair there. In groping about, I felt the lips pouting and thick,
and on trying I found I could get my fingers in. I pushed on, I got up
to the knuckles, when I felt it give such a convulsive pressure upon
them, and her body was projected towards me with a heave of her bottom,
then drawn back, and pushed forward again, while her arms pressed me
closer to her, and she commenced some loving expressions in her sleep. I
felt something grow hard against my thumb, it was just what you have
been feeling.—‘Oh! go on,’ she cried.”
“I renewed my tickling operations again, and I made her spend,” Harry
continued. “As she came to her senses, I gamahuched her; I thrust my
tongue up her sweet little cunt, and licked up all the delicious
spendings. As I rose, with prick erect and standing stiff out of my
trousers, she seized it in her mouth, and, with very little sucking,
made me spend to excess, and the dear girl swallowed it with all the
luxury of the utmost voluptuousness. We had no time for more at that
moment, as I caught sight of mamma’s dress through the trees. I buttoned
up hastily, and we strolled along, as if nothing had happened. It was in
our after-walk, when we had allayed mamma’s suspicion, that my dear
Ellen continued her confessions.”
The stiff thing pressing against her thumb was mamma’s clitoris, which,
by her account, is wonderfully developed. She, knowing from her former
experience with me that it was the point of most exquisite enjoyment,
turned her finger upon it, and began awkwardly playing with it. It was
at this moment that the greater excitement awoke mamma, who finding to
her surprise what Ellen was doing, seized her hand, and pressing and
rubbing it with more art against her clitoris, continued its action with
exclamations of delight, declaring that Ellen was her dear precious
loved girl, and then with a positive cry of delight, spent profusely
over Ellen’s hand. After panting for some time in perfect bliss, she
turned and took Ellen in her arms, kissing her most warmly, and
thrusting her tongue into Ellen’s mouth, and then demanding hers in
return. After much embracing, mamma asked her how she came to do what
she found her doing when she awoke. Ellen described how she found her
hand held against it, and then two naked bodies pressed against each
other—that she was surprised at this, and wondered how it came so; that
on moving her hand she felt mamma give a throb down there, and a push of
her body forward, which made her finger slip easily in, this still more
surprised her, as she had tried often if her fingers could get into her
own, but it hurt her so much that she had given it up as impossible; and
now she had found one where all her fingers, up to the knuckles, slipped
in quite easily; the inside movements, and the heavings of her aunt’s
body, showed that it gave her pleasure. In continuing her movements she
had felt a hard body at the upper part pressing against the side of her
hand; she withdrew her fingers to feel this strange thing, and in doing
so aunt awoke.
“And you know the rest, dear auntie, I was so glad that I had given you
so much pleasure.”
“Dear, dear girl!” her aunt replied, “I shall love you more dearly than
ever; yes, and you, too, shall have the utmost pleasure. I have long
wished to initiate you into the secrets of womanhood, but thought you
too young to be able to keep secret such intimacy as we may indulge in.
Often in your sleep with your lovely naked charms exposed to me, and
pressed against my own lascivious person, have I enjoyed you, and even
made use of your own hand all unconscious in sleep, to excite me to a
still greater pitch; last night I had enjoyed you to the utmost, kissing
your lovely budding and hidden charms, and must have unconsciously
dropped off to sleep with my hand still pressing yours against my secret
charm. But now I must initiate you into the same joys, even in a more
exquisite way.”
“Upon this she begged me to throw off my chemise, while she did the
same. We stood up to do this, and your mother took the opportunity to
pose me in every way, admiring and kissing me all over. I did the same
to her, and I can assure you, dear Harry, your mother is far better made
that I am, both in the bosom and the bottom, and with such firm thighs
and legs, and her affair is so well-developed and pouting, and with such
silky curls all around it. I can feel you passing your fingers through
the curls of mine; but though it has more than it had when last you felt
and caressed it, it is nothing to dear auntie’s. When she had much
excited me, and was evidently herself greatly so, she desired me to lie
across the bed on my back, and to draw my knees up so as to let my feet
rest on the edge. She then placed a footstool in front, and kneeling
upon it, after first feeling and caressing me down there, she glued her
lips to it, and after sucking a while began to play with her tongue upon
what you have been so deliciously rubbing. She licked me most
exquisitely, and soon made me die away in ecstasy of delight. She sucked
it for some time after, while I lay in a languid state of joy. When at
last she rose, she threw herself on the bed, and our two naked bodies
became closely united in the most loving embrace. Her lips were wet with
the moisture that had escaped from me, its peculiar aromatic odour