The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
“So, dear aunt, I hope you will let him do it to us both. I can do to
you what you have just done to me, because before we had him and Harry,
aunt and I used to amuse ourselves in that way. Aunt is immense in that
particular, she could put it a little way into me, and gave me great
pleasure, and she said that I sucked it better than either her late
husband or any of half-a-dozen schoolfellows who used to amuse each
other; so, dear aunt, you must let me do it to you while Charlie is in
me, and then you will do it to me while he is in you. Only fancy how
nice it will be.”
“Oh, you dear little coaxer, you are enough to seduce an angel.”
So all was arranged that Ellen should come from her room and I from
mine, and meet in aunt’s bed at night. We did so meet, and a most
glorious eight days we spent. I showed aunt that I could get into
Ellen’s bottom-hole, and thereby gave her immense pleasure, and with
more reason the same result would occur with her. She gave an apparently
reluctant consent, and, that done, there was no bridle to the utmost
lubricity that the most wanton lust could devise. Aunt took immensely to
Ellen, and gamahuched her _à mort_, while the other repaid her in kind.
I did not regret this for it relieved me from too excessive work. Thus
we passed a most delightful eight days before the absent ones joined us.
Both uncle and Harry had succeeded in their desires. From each I had the
fullest details, but as their stories would in some particulars repeat
themselves, I shall relate the events in a connected narrative.
Uncle and Mrs. Dale had the inside of the coach to themselves, Harry
riding outside. Uncle began by praising Harry; and then reverting to the
time he was first sent to the rectory, and the note Mrs. Dale sent with
him; he asked, not without a knowing smile, if the intimacy she had
formerly feared had been at all renewed, because he had observed that
Harry appeared worn and pale on his return on the Mondays, and was dull
and stupid that day. Mrs. Dale seemed somewhat alarmed at hearing of
this, probably she began to think that something might have occurred
between the cousins while she was busied with me, uncle observed her
uneasiness, and, guessing the cause, said—
“My dear Mrs. Dale, if anything has taken place, and anything comes of
it, I am a man of the world, and you may rely upon my assistance and
discretion to take such steps as may tend to keep it from the knowledge
of the world.”
She thanked him, and said she would be glad to accept his aid if any
unfortunate event should have happened—but she hoped not.
Uncle saw that her fears were excited, so he held onto the subject, so
at last she avowed that she feared there might have occurred some
passages between the two cousins, for she had foolishly trusted that all
thought of that had gone out of their heads, and she might not have
taken such precautions as she ought to have done.
“Well, my dear madame, my services are at your disposal in case of any
necessity, I am not in reality strait-laced, although, in my position, I
am obliged to appear so. I feel certain that my experience would be able
to suggest the best way of hushing up the scandal if such should be
likely to occur.”
Mrs. Dale was profuse in thanks, and the doctor became warmer in his
discourse, saying that for such a woman as herself, whom he had long
admired and coveted, he would do anything.
“For, my dear madam, though I am in the church, something of the old
Adam still adheres to me, and the sight and touch of one who has so
charmed me as you have done makes a young man of me again.”
Here his arm glided round her charming little waist. He drew her to him,
and with some coyness and words of refusal, she yielded her lips to his
embrace. His other hand, lifting up her petticoats, sought to feel her
beauteous cunt. Again resistance of hand and tongue, but a yielding for
all that, and the doctor soon got possession of her lovely cunt. Finding
her large and fine clitoris in a state of stiffness, he knew that her
passions were excited. So opening her legs, he got between them down on
his knees, and as he previously unbuttoned his trousers in readiness and
the fresh cunt stimulating his powers, he pulled out his prick fully
erected, and quickly established himself up to the hilt within, the lady
up to the last declaring she could not allow him, but wriggling her
bottom to perfection as soon as she felt the doctor’s very fine prick
working within her. She then hugged and seconded him, kissing and
tongueing to his heart’s desire. They soon brought things to the
ecstatic conclusion, to the great satisfaction of both parties.
Of course, after this there was no difficulty in arranging for a
comfortable meeting in London. Indeed, it was resolved that they should
lodge in the same house and have contiguous apartments. On their arrival
in town they put up at one of those large lodging houses in Norfolk
Street, Strand, and were fortunate in finding the first-floor bedrooms
vacant. The house was a double one, or rather two houses opening into
each other. The doctor’s bedroom was in the front, and a former door of
communication with the back room was locked on one side and bolted on
the other. Mrs. Dale took the back room, from whence opened a small room
with a bed in it, where Harry was lodged. The doctor had thus easy
access when the lady chose to withdraw the bolt on her side. After
consultation it was thought more advisable that she should go into the
doctor’s room, so that Harry might not by any possibility, hear any love
exclamations that might happen to escape them in the excess of their
amorous amusements. Of course, the doctor, who knew all about Harry’s
great desire to fuck his mother, and that he meant to do so by one way
or another in London, communicated his intention of having Mrs. Dale
into sleep with him that night, and, therefore, begged Harry to defer
his attempt until after the first night, and then the doctor would aid
him in his efforts.
The wily doctor fully intended, after Harry had perfectly succeeded, to
become the future companion of their incestuous intercourse. Harry’s
bedroom door had one of those old-fashioned brass locks that were
screwed onto the inside of the door, with a brass covering for the bolt
at the side—not morticed as is now usual. Mrs. Dale locked her son in
after he retired to bed. Harry noticed the circumstance and smiled to
think how easily he could foil her but as he had promised the doctor to
make no attempt on his mother that night, he went to bed and slept
soundly. Next day he provided himself with a turn-screw and a small
phial of sweet oil. When mamma was busy at cards, he slipped upstairs
and easily unscrewed the brass receiver of the bolt, he oiled the screws
and worked them in and out until they went freely and then screwed the
covering on again, and felt secure of entering mamma’s room whenever he
pleased. It had been combined between the doctor and him that by means
of gamahuching and frigging, mamma should be put into a state of great
excitement without allowing her to be satisfied, so that her passions
might be in favour of being fucked, no matter by what prick. For this
purpose the doctor was to keep her with him till dawn. At night Harry
watched through the key hole, and when he saw his mother pass into the
doctor’s room, he at once unscrewed the covering, shot back the bolt,
and screwed the cover on again. He was thus all ready for any event, and
if his mother was astonished at his entrance, he could say he found the
door open, and she must have forgotten to lock it. Thus prepared he went
to bed and slept soundly. He was awake before seven o’clock, and gently
opening the door a little, he could see by the opposite open door, and
the light in the doctor’s room, that mamma had not yet left him. He drew
on his woollen socks, and sitting where the light flashed through the
key hole, awaited his mamma’s return, which occurred very shortly after.
The shutting off the light by closing the door of communication told him
that she had returned to her own room. He heard her sit down on the pot,
and the force of the flow of water proved how healthy she was. He heard
her rustle into bed. Then throwing off his dressing-gown and socks he
opened the door and approached his mother’s bed. Being awake, she
instantly saw him in the half-daylight that came from the unshuttered
window.
“Harry! What on earth brings you here, and how did you open the door?”
“I heard you moving, dear mamma, I could not sleep for the cold. I got
up and tried the door, it was not locked, you must have omitted to turn
the bolt, but I should have rapped and called to you, if it had not been
open. I want you to let me get warm in your nice warm bed, and you will
cuddle your poor Harry—will you not, dear mamma?”
“If you will be quiet, and speak lower, for the doctor may hear you, you
may come in, and if you turn your back, I will warm you.”
Harry lost no time in lying down by her side, and being really very
cold, and even shivering, he was glad enough to do as she bid him, and
turn his back, and cuddle his bottom into his mother’s belly. She said—
“Poor boy, he is indeed cold, now go to sleep in mamma’s arms.”
Of course, he had no such intentions. Speedily getting warm, he turned
his face to mamma, and whispered, in the same tone she used—
“Oh, how I love my beautiful mamma.”
Pressing his belly against hers, and letting her feel his prick standing
against her mons Veneris.
“Harry! What do you mean by embracing me in that way—don’t you know I am
your mother, sir?”
He had seized with one hand her beautiful firm bubbies, and was
evidently in full amorous excitement, as she could feel by the stiff
pego pushing against her mount of Venus.
“My darling mamma, if you knew how much I love you and how I have longed
to embrace your beautiful body.”
“Go along, you impudent boy, do you not know it would be sinful to
indulge in such sentiments with your mother—leave me directly.”
“Oh, no, mamma, I can’t, indeed, my own mamma. I mean to possess you,
what harm can there be in returning to whence I came.”
Here he transferred his hand from her bubby to her splendid mons
Veneris, and showed what his words meant. She pretended to be very
angry, and endeavoured to push him away, but he held her round the waist
with his other arm too well.
“Desist this instant, or I shall cry out.”
She really appeared very angry but, nevertheless, did not excite a
whisper during all the colloquy before or after. Harry now thought of
his best argument.
“Why do you attempt to repulse me in this way, dear mamma? Why should
you not let me enjoy your person as much as you like Charlie to do it?”
She gave a start at this home thrust.
“What do you say, you naughty boy? and where did you hear such a
falsehood as that? Is that one of your friend Charlie’s inventions,
after all the kindness I have shown him?”
“My darling mamma, Charlie never opened his lips to me on the subject. I
speak from what I saw with my own eyes.”
“What do you mean? Tell me directly.”
“Well, my loved mamma, do you remember the first Saturday night that
Charlie and I slept at home: after retiring to my room, I was obliged to
go downstairs to the water closet, where I went in my stockings, and
without a light, not to disturb you. I was coming up again, when a
sudden flash of light shone out in the upper passage. Mounting the
stairs, and when my head was on a level with the upper floor, I saw you
going towards Charlie’s room. I went into my own, but left the door open
to see when you would return; finding you did not come back, I crept
softly along the passage, until I came to the turning that led to
Charlie’s room. The light shone through the key hole. I quietly