The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
_m’enivrait_ and I could not help licking the creamy juice from off her
lips.
“‘Oh, my beloved aunt,’ I cried, ‘you have given me the joy of paradise,
I must try and do as much for you.’
“‘My darling Ellen, you will make me positively adore you. I now only
regret that I had not sooner taken you into my confidence, as I at once
perceive I might have done so in perfect safety. Yes, my darling, you
shall indeed try, and I shall instruct you as we advance how to obtain
the greatest amount of pleasure from our libidinous and lascivious
enjoyments, delights that are without risk, and from which we shall have
no anxieties as to fatal results, which are the consequence of
connection with the opposite sex, who only make use of us for their own
sensual enjoyment, and abandon us at the very moment they ought to
console and cherish us the most.’
“Dear aunt, again embracing me tenderly, threw herself in the same
position I had previously lay in. I knelt on the cushion as she had
done. But before proceeding to do as she had done to me, I could not
help pausing to gaze with delight on her natural charms. Oh! dear Harry,
you cannot imagine the beauty of that part of your mamma. Her stomach is
of the purest white, smooth and firm, round and beautiful. Below a
crease commences a large plumped out swelling seen through the fair and
thick silky curls that so much adorn it, then grandly rounded sinks down
between her thighs, and the beautifully pouting lips rise richly
tempting through the thickest of hair, that goes far beyond between the
large rounded orbs that project behind. At the upper part of the lips,
where they form a deep indented half-circle, I could distinguish a stiff
projecting object, as long and thicker than my thumb. I now know that
this is the centre of exquisite joy. Your mother had since taught me to
call it her clitoris, and says that although seldom so strongly
developed as in her case, it exists in every woman and becomes stiff and
excited as the final crisis of joy approaches. I glued my lips around
this charming object, and sucked it, and played with my tongue around
its point. Your mother, in an ecstasy of delight, wriggled her bottom
below me, and with both hands pressing my head down on the excited
point, gave utterance to the most loving and sensual expressions. She
begged me to pass the flat of my hand under my chin, and introduce my
thumb within the lips below, where I was sucking, and move it backwards
and forwards as much as I could. I did so, and immediately found that it
added greatly to your mother’s delight. Faster and faster grew her
movements, until, with a cry of delight, a firm pressure of my hand
against her affair, and still firmer pressure on my thumb, she suddenly
ceased all movement, her hands relaxed their hold of my head, the
stiffness left her clitoris, and beyond convulsive graspings of the
interior of her affair upon my thumb, she lay for some time inanimate.
At last she recovered her senses, she seized me under the arms, and drew
me upon her belly, her hands pressed my bottom down close upon her
person, until I found that my affair was nestled in the rich profusion
of curls that so finely adorned hers. She thrust her tongue into my
mouth, and sucked off all the rich creamy substance that had flowed from
her in such abundance. She blessed the happy chance that had led her to
give me her confidence; told me that for long she had only enjoyed the
unsatisfactory delight of lonely self-gratification, and said that now
we should revel in mutual delight of every sensual indulgence that woman
can have with woman. We lay for some time enjoying such delicious
communings, until compelled to rise by the lateness of the hour. We have
since practised every method of enjoyment given to two of the same sex.
Your mother has often introduced her stiff excited clitoris within the
lips of my affair as far as it would go, but I have always longed, my
dear Harry, for you to penetrate still further with that larger and
longer thing you have got, although what I have seen today of its
increased size has made me greatly fear it can never get in.”
Thus ended her ingenuous description. Harry, of course, promised that he
would never hurt her, that those parts were made to yield, that,
doubtless, his mother’s large clitoris had hurt her at first, but had
given her great pleasure afterwards.
Yes, that was so, and it was that that gave her courage, and if they
could only get the opportunity she would allow him to do anything he
pleased.
It may well be supposed this account of Ellen’s intercourse with her
aunt fired my imagination and made me resolve to have her. Indeed, I
began to conceive that there would be no occasion for me to make any
effort, that all would be done by dear mamma herself. We had returned to
the house after this agitated walk. Mamma was evidently greatly
preoccupied, but at length she appeared to have come to a final
determination, for she told Ellen to go up to her room, and begged us
two boys, as she called us, to go out and amuse ourselves for an hour.
It was during this interval that Harry narrated his interesting
conversation with his cousin. Her lively description had set his
imagination on fire, and he now declared his regret that it was not to
be he who would enjoy his lasciviously sensual mother. Neither of us had
any doubt but that she would now find an opportunity of enjoying me. If
we had, our doubts were solved on re-entering the house. Mamma first,
for form’s sake, kissing her son, and then far more warmly kissing me,
informed us that she had written to the doctor that we had been such
good boys that she would feel greatly obliged if he would allow her son
to remain with her until Monday, and also leave his nephew to keep him
company and prevent any of his former misbehaviour which, she was happy
to say, he appeared to have forgotten, but still it would be better he
should have the safeguard of so intelligent and discreet a friend as she
was glad to see he had found in the doctor’s nephew. My uncle, without
knowing exactly what to make of this note, had consented. Hence her joy
in being able to communicate the pleasing intelligence—doubly so to me,
as I immediately augured the downfall of my assumed virginity. Dear
mamma was all radiant with joy, and conveyed me at once to where she
intended I should sleep. I marked that it was in an out of the way room,
easy of access, but not likely to be interfered with by passers-by.
“And here, my dear son, for you know in future you are always to call me
mamma, I hope you will find yourself comfortable, and that you will not
be alarmed because you are in an out of the way part of the house, but
in case you should, before I go to bed, I shall come to see that you are
comfortably asleep.”
Here she kissed and embraced me warmly. I repaid her most
affectionately, but apparently in all innocence. She sighed, as I
thought with regret, that she could not at that moment go further, and
then led me away.
The afternoon, the dinner, and the evening passed away without anything
worthy of remark, except that mamma was frequently absent and
preoccupied. She sat by me on the sofa while Ellen played to us; her
hand sought mine, and frequently squeezed it affectionately. Harry sat
by Ellen, which enabled me often to raise my head and pout my lips for a
kiss in a boyish way. It was never refused. She dwelt on my mouth
sensuously with half-opened lips, but apparently afraid to tip me the
velvet of her tongue. She frequently gave a shudder and trembled, and
was evidently greatly excited. In the course of the afternoon, Harry and
I had had an opportunity of exchanging ideas. I told him I was certain
his mother would come to me that night, and he might be sure if she did
that she would remain till daylight. I advised him to watch her, and
when he saw her leave her bedroom to come to me, then he could slip into
his cousin’s room, and effect his purpose, but to be sure to retire at
the first dawn. I said that if that time his mother wanted to leave me,
I would keep her another quarter of an hour to enable him to put matters
to rights with his cousin, and regain his own room. I advised him also
to put a towel under his cousin’s bottom, as he was sure to make her
bleed, and he must take it away in the morning to prevent any traces of
what he had done being perceived by his mother, and to tell Ellen to
feign deep sleep on his mother’s return, and to appear quite unconscious
in the morning of her aunt having been absent. A little before ten
o’clock mamma thought it time for her children, as she called us, to go
to bed. Her son and niece both kissed her, and I, too, claimed a kiss of
my new mamma. It was taken and returned in quite a passionate way, her
lips seemed loath to leave mine, and her arms encircled me in a very
loving embrace. “Dear mamma,” I said, “I shall love you ever dearly.”
“My darling boy, I already love you as if you were indeed my son.”
She sent the others to their bedrooms, but escorted me herself to mine.
I could see that she trembled greatly, and was evidently glad to put
down the candlestick. She turned down the bedclothes for me, hoped I
would sleep well, and, with considerable agitation, again embraced me
most passionately. I could feel that her tongue would fain have thrust
itself between my lips. I had great difficulty in restraining myself,
but somehow I managed to do so. She at last left me, saying she would
give a look in to see that I was comfortable before she herself went to
bed. I told her it was very kind of her, but that there was no necessity
for her doing so, as I always went to sleep like a top the moment I lay
down.
“I am glad of that, my dear child, but nevertheless I will look in, lest
the strange bed should prevent your sleeping.”
And again she hugged me passionately against her firm and well-formed
bosom, kissing me with a long, long kiss. Quitting me with a deep sigh,
at last she said good night, and shut the door, apparently going away.
But I fancied that she stopped short, and that I could hear her gently
stealing back, probably in the hope of seeing me undress, and of
catching a view of my huge pego. So I determined she should have her
curiosity indulged. I hurried off my clothes, and before putting on one
of Harry’s nightshirts, which had been laid on the bed for me, I took up
the chamber pot, and turned fronting the key hole, stark naked, and cock
in hand. It was at half-cock, but when I had piddled I made it throb and
raise its head, and gave it a rub or two, and a shake very deliberately,
so that she might be still more bent on possessing it. I took up the
nightshirt, and turning to the light, was very awkward in getting it on,
so as to give time for a good sight of my prick at full stand against my
belly. I then blew out the light, and tumbled into bed very quickly. I
listened attentively, and could hear a deep half-suppressed sigh, and
then footsteps stealing quietly away. I lay awake cogitating as to how I
should receive her, whether to feign profound sleep, and so let her take
all the initiative, or whether to pretend that the novelty of the bed,
and thinking over her affectionate kindness to me had kept me awake. I
decided upon pretending to be sound asleep, chiefly that I might see how
she would carry out her designs, and also as allowing me to play the
surprised one.
In little more than half an hour after all had retired to rest I saw the
glimmer of light through the key hole. I had studied a pose that would
facilitate matters. I lay on my back, the clothes partially thrown off
my breast, and the hand next to the side on which she must approach,
placed above my head. Of course my cock was at full stand and as I had