Incest/Taboo Mother’s New Governess

Harry paused in the bath for a moment and took in the view before him, and what a view it was! Edwina Cory for her thirty-seven years on this earth was a splendid specimen of a woman and looked younger than she was. She had lovely brown 'mooning eyes' that seemed bigger than they really were. Her exquisitely high cheekbones combined with prominent dimples, a tiny nose (and that's not to mention a bee-stung pouty-pout), provided a face below a mane of long raven-black curls that immediately commanded the interest and attention of anyone who saw her, (male or female).

She was a tall woman although not as tall as her towering thirty-eight-year-old sister Lucy. Edwina also had (despite her generous round hips and bum set atop her long slender legs), a teensy-tiny tum-tum segment that was testament to what a good tight corset and a little self-denial (combined with long walks and vigorous riding), could accomplish on the female form.

Her most prominent features were her breasts. They were to be perfectly clear a bit on the large side of things to be perfectly clear, (in fact at first sight of her milky 'cats-heads' one might consider Edwina to be most well-endowed). Harry now suspected that 'lion noggins' might be a far better description of the pair as they jutted and bulged; seeming to stare back at him with their doubloon like areolas and red bon-bon nipples poking up as if to say, 'Good morning... a bit cold in here isn't it?'

To Harry, she was easily the most delectable morsel he could think of feasting upon. She was all motherly flesh and curves, with legs and udders and sighs attached. More than just sexual desire to him, she represented cooing comfort and a tender loving means by which to shuck off the cocoon of his adolescence while embracing his transformation into a man.

Oh yes, he desperately wanted her despite of the inherent incestuous wrongfulness of it all (and OH YES it felt so terribly wrong... it really did), but then again; he'd longed to have this happen for such a very very long time and it turns out his mummy had been so willing all along. His conscience and lust wrestled inside his head as Mummy winked at him; bringing one of her bee-stung nipples to her pouty lips for a good sucky-wuck.

RIGHT! Judgment be damned; if this was all wrong, then what was the point of being a moral soul? No one but Auntie knew, and she wasn't about to tell anyone, (after what vileness she'd just done to him)!

So much for his 'conscience'; it seemed 'lust' had been far more skilled as a wrestler, (and when 'opportunism' 'rationalism' and 'denial' entered the fray on lust's side, well dear readers it simply wasn't a fair fight)!

He shot one more look over his shoulder at Auntie Lucy behind him. She was frigging away with vigor at her little oyster pearl atop its pink grotto; running that lewd tongue over her lips in voyeuristic anticipation. That normally stern expression of hers was gone and replaced by a lusty visage; catlike brown eyes atop high cheek bones, a fine slender nose, full luscious lips; all stacked atop a slightly more angular chin than Mummy's.

Lucy's face was beautiful but unlike Mummy's beauty (which made one simply wish to melt), Auntie's look was that of gorgeous confidence that bordered on arrogance. She was a handsome woman who could easily seduce and manipulate, (that is... when she wasn't a complete terror).

Like Mummy, Auntie Lucy was a raven haired towering woman (the taller of the two as I mentioned earlier), with long deer-like legs but her shape was less rounded than Mum's 'milk-maid' form. Her slender middle sat atop an arse best described as a valentine flipped upside down. Her breasts (although not as huge as Mummy's), were like plump gourds with lovely little bon-bon nubs for nipples. She smiled, nodding her head in her sister's direction in an encouraging yet unspoken sort of,

"Well boy... get at it! C'mon!"

Harry turned and was just about to help his mummy with a bit of 'spit and polish' (as any dutiful son really should do under such circumstances), when the rub 'n scrub in the back o' the tub activities were interrupted by door to the bath coming open. He was actually in 'mid lurch' in sort of a crouching ducky-walk and the intrusion startled him terribly. It was as if he'd just been caught by the school master doing an illicit bit of mischief, and he simply panicked. He slipped and fell back onto his bum with a resounding KA-SPLASH! (whacking his noggin against the tub's edge in the process).

As to why he'd panicked, Harry wasn't exactly sure. I suspect dear readers that despite all the naughtiness that had happened betwixt him and Auntie Lucy under his mum's 'supervision'; he was still English, still a gentleman in this house, and as still quite naked! It was also still 1875 and you don't simply "undo" eighteen years of uptight British suppression of urges, appetites, and passions in one go (no matter how 'libertine' Mummy and Auntie's practices)!

He also wasn't sure just who in the household should know about 'this sort of thing,' for that matter. There was a danger of this getting out and you must remember; Queen 'Vicki' was STILL on the throne and her example was felt everywhere. He doubted seriously she'd approve!

The result was he had an instantaneous attack of modesty, tried to get as low as possible in the bath, and had the misfortune of stepping on the bar of soap somewhere in the steamy water. The wretched little cake shot out from under his foot like a greased ball from a twelve-pounder artillery piece. The rest was all 'crash and splash,' I'm afraid!

Now he lay on partially on his side in the churned up water, one foot up in the air over the rim of the bath and the other bent around him at a wicked and unnatural angle against the tub wall. His head ached like he was a freshly clubbed fish and his shoulder was not much better. Even worse, his badly banged bum now smarted as well as stung from the earlier kisses from Auntie Lucy's cane. Suffice to say, he was a sight and couldn't have been more of a pathetic example, had he been unhorsed at Bosworth Field; lying helpless in his armor at the marsh with Stanley and Henry's men riding down upon him from all sides and ...What? Oh please just look it up readers I shan't go into it here.

Lucy shrieked with laughter from where she sat at the foot of the bath as she found his slip and tumble "arse over tea kettle" most hilarious! Mummy wrinkled her nose in irritation at the interruption. She sat up and craned her head out of the bath and let loose with a loud,

"YES?"

Meredith pushed her way through the door with two wooden buckets steaming with hot water she'd just carried up the stairs. She huffed and puffed until she set them down upon the floor next to the tub. Harry dropped his foot down off the lip of the bath. He hoped the maid hadn't noticed his presence in the fog, and for all his pain and suffering, he remained perfectly still; imitating the same manner as a deer which has heard a twig snap in a wood. His head was low and just above the waterline and he contemplated diving below the surface but he was uncertain just how long he could hold his breath if he did so. He then heard the maid explain herself to his mother,

"I thought you both would be in need some more warm water. There are two more buckets like this down in the kitchen that the cook has on the stove for you Mah' am! Oh and Drusilla is fetching more water for the stove more as we speak. That should be about four more coming up."

"Oh..." Mummy answered graciously, "that IS awfully good of you Meredith. Yes, please add them right in!"

The maid nodded politely. She hoisted the first steaming bucket over the gaudy gilded lip of the tub. As she was about to pour into the bath, Mummy's eyes fell upon Harry. She frowned at him as cowered low in the water snapping,

"Harry! Do be a good sport and move your bum out of the way or you'll surely have it scalded as well as banged up and striped! Oh, and do please stop moaning like a mare giving birth. Try to behave like the manly fellow I know you to be. You had knock from a tub, not a musket ball to the temple!"

"Yes Mummy!" replied Harry.

He shot out of the way of impending cascade of scalding hot liquid and dashed straight into the clutches of his wicked Auntie Lucy, who ceased her shrill derisive laughter long enough to scoop him from behind in a powerful she-bear hug. She held fast the little cub she'd snatched up at the water's edge; giggling and kissing at the back of his neck with puckery smooching lips before running her naughty cow tongue up and down his nape. I suppose like most she-bears she decided if she cleaned it; then it was hers. Her hand now creeped 'around and down' to wickedly wank his willy in full view of the maid, (who merely began to pour).

Harry could see that the maid paid no more attention to his presence in the tub with two adult female relations any more than she did the steam rising out of her heavy bucket. Obviously she was either 'good' with this 'arrangement' or it was not a shock to her. He guessed that she'd been 'bought out' and that a bit of Daddy's 'hushy shushy' money was being diverted by Mummy to members of the house staff to purchase their silence and compliance. He wondered just how long this had all been going on, (all while Lucy now nibbled away at his earlobe and wanked furiously at his charger).

He now noticed the temperature down by his feet rising considerably (along with his pego which had wilted with his terrible tub tumble, but was being tempered now to a new polished hardness thanks to Auntie Lucy's talented tadger touches). He squirmed under her smothering kisses, sniffs, nips, and nibbles whilst the maid now poured a second bucket of water and added even more soothing warmth to the bath. The water level was up past his navel now and thanks to the skilled hands of Lucy.... so was that ardent throbber of his!

"Will fetch the other two buckets right away Mrs. Cory," Meredith informed her mistress. She then paused and remembered she had a question, "Oh and I suppose you'd like me to just keep the buckets coming Mah'am like we did when you 'ad your initial 'cleaning lessons' wif Miss Mabel and your sister, the gov'ness here?"

"Yes precisely," replied Edwina politely, "just like last year, that would be very good."

Harry went wide-eyed as her words sank in. Well, at least he had an answer as to how long at a minimum this had all been happening, (although he had a sneaking suspicion that Mother's indiscretions went much further back than any initiations that had occurred with his older sister). Quite a bit of it all now made sense to him in shocking hindsight.

He'd guessed there'd been at least half a score of "visits" that Auntie had paid the household over the years; all quite unannounced, (and she always took council behind closed doors with Mummy and his Grandmamah late at night). The next morning the three would emerge from those chambers for a merry breakfast but the room would smell a bit of wine, smoke, and some other smells that he couldn't immediately place at a tender age. He'd also noticed however the very same odor in the room when his father would visit; all quite odd really.

What's more, he'd recalled now where it was often the three would leave the house either in his mother's carriage or in that of his auntie's, but always they would return with a strange silent and secretive countenance that at the time he simply chalked up to the "business and affairs" of grown-ups. In such a home where strange and covert behavior became the norm, would it not make sense that a child would cease to notice it at all? Would it also not make sense to think that loyal servants such as Meredith and others had the foundation of that loyalty reinforced by a bit of coin across their palms?

And speaking of Meredith, he'd now completely ignored the departure of the maid. Instead, he stared off unblinking into his memories as if scrutinizing ships on a horizon that came nearer and nearer; until one by one he began to make out precisely what they were, and what they were about more importantly. His noggin stopped hurting from the fall and instead gears of clarity and epiphany began to turn inside. Harry was a smart one; possibly a bit too terribly smart by some accounts of the time!

He heard the outer door to his mother's bedroom close and guessed Meredith was headed down the hall to the stairs. It snapped him back into the here and now (as did the lovely foul wickedry of Auntie's wanking hand at his loins). He felt the back of her hand moving up and down behind him and he came to the realization that as she churned away at his horrid "Harry handle," she was plucking a tune on her own strings, (and most probably had done so the entire time Meredith was present in the room). No, he reasoned; definitely Meredith was well inside a particular circle of trust...of this much he was certain.

Mummy now cleared her throat at her sister. Lucy caught her look and pouted with no small bit of disappointment but she remembered that 'all good girls shared things with their sisters,' ( a point even more valid when those things happened to be their sister's to begin with)! Besides, neither Edwina nor Lucy wanted there to be a row or their mummy might settle things, (which would mean the toy in question would be taken away for a period of time). Lucy relinquished her grip on Harry; setting him free across the bath with a chuckle and a playful smack on his striped bum.

Mummy pouted her lips in an exaggerated pucker; beckoning with a wiggly-curled finger for Harry to 'come pay a bit of attention,' to her up in the rear of the immensely high-backed tub with its garish gold trim. She turned around and she ran her fesses out to greet him, her belly dripping water trickles back into the bath. Outside the rain continued to roar on the roof in a furious torrent as she whispered to him softly,

"Wash my back Harry. Do be a good boy for Mummy, yes?"

He did as told and took up a position behind her, his pego pushing out before him as if he were some sort of gallant lancer heading amidst the thick of it and about to do something truly heroic. His problem was he hadn't the foggiest as to what that something was. True enough, the thought of perfectly nasty things flashed through his mind at the moment. True enough still; he was ardent and his tadger throbbed and surged with blood, absolutely ready for it. As to just what that it was; he really couldn't say.

Aside from a general knowledge he had from books on animal husbandry and biology, he hadn't anything more in his experience to prepare him for any of this sort of thing. He'd wished some of those texts had been better illustrated and the descriptions of mammals conjoining had not been so rife with euphemisms and polite vagaries of then nineteenth century. It was therefore no small relief to him when Mummy calmly handed him both rag and soap over her shoulder so that he might at least crack-on with the washing and figure out the rest of that rude business in good time, (despite the hard fact that his throbbing pego wished to dispense with all things washing, and get to a bit of spearing in earnest)!

Seizing up the soap in his eager little paw, he began to wash upon Mummy's spine and the tops of her hips. It was all quite lovely; the sudsy bubbles dancing upon the lovely roundness of her Valentine shaped fesses as the water trickled into the steamy tub below with an audible dribbly dribble. He swirled and swooshed upon that miraculous thing; the human female arse (his mummy's actually), and marveled at its brilliant splendor. Such an arse, such a lovely lovely arse it was; bare, round, and presented for his very benefit! His pego was bobbing up and down in swollen appreciation at the sight; even if that cock's owner still hadn't a clue as to where it should go to ease all the throbbing throbs.

This went on for a minute or so until Edwina sensed a bit of indecision on Harry's part as to what he should do next. Being the polite reserved individual that Harry was; he needed to be plainly told by her in no uncertain terms to, 'please go lower with the soap, cloth, and the scrubby brush, Harry dear.' She told him. She told him as she slowly backed up a bit into him, as might a mare on-heat ease backwards to a stallion, her haunches now high round and most vulnerable; anticipatory even!

Harry complied and began to swish and swirl with the soapy brush, rag, and bristles down across the orbs of her lovely apple bottom as she presented herself to him for both servicing and inspection. Such a marvelous structure her bare arse was to him; captivating and almost hypnotic with its two rounded fleshy hills split by a lovely valley with a yawning pink sex below and the naughtiest "pink rosehole anus" above it. He presently screwed up the courage to actually lay his hand on first one of her gluteus maximii, and then the other to "push away the soap and suds" as part of ostensibly, "the rinse process." He wasn't fooling anyone however, as his hands now lingered and groped whilst his torrid tadger commenced hopping and dancing even more ardently than before; a particular something that did not escape the hawkish eyes of the two well-seasoned ladies he now occupied the bath with, and that something was noted by the women with interest most keen!

"Get my shoulders and neck as well darling," Mummy reminded him.

Harry's scrubby attentions left her bum as he dutifully shifted brush, soap, and warm washrag up to attend to those lovely locales. He swooshed with the soapy scrubs behind her ears, the back of her neck, and her delectable white shoulders; all the while his cock hopped and bounced as below him his mummy's naughty fesses swayed invitingly. As he was finishing up things just above her middle, that naughty section down below (namely her bum), jutted back against his throbbing pego; playfully bouncing into it in a delightful collision.

Edwina was being a terribly uncooperative bather for her poor attendant; what with her bum being all wet wriggly gyrations and soapy squishy squirms against his pego. With an impish squeal, she most deliberately caught the notch of her naughty nookie nest upon the mushroom head of Harry's proud pulsing poker and upon feeling him at the entrance to her sex; dropped her weight hard against it. I shan't go into all the Newtonian physics at work here dear readers, but suffice to say as Harry was scrubbing his Mummy's shoulders, he suddenly felt himself sink in an inch or so into the warmth of her feminine squeeze; clasping him in a most improper and yet wonderfully wicked fashion for a mummy to do to a son!

Harry's lungs it seemed attempted suck all the air from the room in one great asthmatic gasp as his lips tried to exclaim, "Oh Mummy I think I jus...."

"I know," Edwina softly interrupted him cooing, "SHUUSSSHH there, there. Oh not to worry, its alright Harry dearest. Accidents happen to the best of us, now don't panic, no harm done at all."

Her voice was all comfort and soft reassurance, but she had the wickedest of smirks etched across her lips, (as did her sister Lucy, frigging herself rotten just over Harry's shoulder). I suppose her look could not be helped; what with the lovely knob of her son nested in the spot she'd wanted it to be in on so many a tortuous and sleepless night in the recent past. Oh but then again, she reasoned, was it wise to rush things just yet?

She took pause and although the poke from her young man was indeed most pleasurable, she then decided having him spout this early-on in the game was simply not in her best interest. She figured that much like a fine meal, it might be best to drag this carnal feast out over multiple courses if possible. She most definitely did not wish to "spoil his appetite" with this first bit of appetizer.

She reached back a hand to pat his flanks, and reassured him again that it was alright. She rocked forward; disengaging herself from her son's member. She could see by the look upon his face and the noticeable jump in his loins that his cock was now throbbing painfully from her teasing taste of good things to come. So cruel she was being. So delightfully cruel.

Mummy now brought him "back on track" with a new requirement. She told him she wasn't certain she was sufficiently scrubbed down below and she dropped her shoulders once more, raising her arse up for his scrutiny.

"Now, be a good boy for Mummy and bring the soap in between things Harry," Edwina purred as she pulled apart the twin moons of her arse for him," and make me clean in both spots."

Harry's jaw to dropped at the sight, absolutely dumbstruck. Staring back at him were Mummy's two most forbidden of naughty bits. Her pink and purplish lotus petals hung just inches from his touch and her ragged bum-hole crater pouted just an inch and a half above that. What's more, she was bidding him to, "take care of her back there." It was all so very lurid and his cock was now a raging snorting stallion with a terribly snotty dribble of pre-ejaculate at the tip; again something noticed by Mummy and Auntie alike!

His heart leapt into his mouth but he resolved to remain a pillar of British calm. He brought up first the soap and scrubbed the little notch of skin between Mummy's naughty bits. It was a harmless little locale on her anatomy he reasoned, yet upon touching it he noticed it produced both whines and sips of air through his mummy's nostrils. This went on for several seconds until Edwina's hand reached back.

She pointed a finger to the petals of her sex and sighed with a slight degree of impatience. There was a tiny degree of hesitation on his part, then the pressing wipe of the rag. Warm water and soap swooshed across the folds and petals of her long fleshy curtains. The pressure was agreeable to her, and yet she needed more.

"Now for a finger my dear. You must make certain you've gotten everything and that Mummy is squeaky clean," she giggled under the tickle of the rag, "you wouldn't wish for me to get irritation or itches from all that soap, yes?"

Harry mumbled something to the affirmative and reached out with his hand, a finger extended much like a probe of a doctor. Here it was, that mysterious thing which had haunted his dreams but he'd never been able to examine til now; the sex of a woman - and that of his mummy to boot!

The very thought made his cock twitch and dance like a sapling in a stiff breeze. His heart was raced and his breathing became forced and deep as if he were shuddering with cold. When one considers it, who could blame him really? This lovely structure was a mystery that had haunted him for so many sleepless nights as he lay in his bed wanking away feverishly, and now it lay just inches from his fingertips if he dared... oh, and dare he most certainly did!

He made contact with the pink sex blossom. Edwina's eyes blinked with excitement as she felt it...his touch! Harry's digit now poked and probed her rolls of purplish fleshy tapestry, sending electric buzzes and tingles shooting up and down her body; right from her toenails to the tippyity-top of her scalp.

"OOHHH Yesssssss my dear!" Mummy hissed with approval of Harry's strokes down low in the tub.

Up first one crease of pinkish sex and then down the other Harry ran that finger of his; carefully pulling the flesh apart with fascination as the salmony drapes yielded to his touch. It was a curiously warm and inviting softness, and he loved the way his mummy appeared to be so happily effected by his strokes. He now moved the finger down to her hooded little trigger button. Not knowing any better, he touched it bang dead-center on the nub; pushing its thin hood back as if inspecting a bit of laundry.

There was a squeal followed by a most involuntary wriggling of her bum as the sensation took her by surprise, (although it was a surprise of a most pleasing variety for her). Harry started to recoil his hand back from her starter button, afraid he'd hurt his mummy but OHHHHH... she was so much faster! She snatched his hand, moving it back to the very same spot; her hips swishing and swirling beneath his touch, amateurish as it may have been.

"Oooh don't worry Harry," Edwina sighed at him, "it feels so very pleasant and lovely, really it does!"

He resumed stroking at that rude little nub and kept doing so for nearly half a minute's time, noting that the more attention he paid with his finger to his mother's hooded little mouse-head, the more OOOOHHHH!'s and AAAHHHHH!'s escaped her lips, (and not the lips he had his finger lodged between). This was not pain or discomfort he heard but what he recognized clearly to be pleasure she was expressing. He noted as well, that his fingering's her with such energy; she saw fit to thrash her bum from to and fro, (much in the same involuntary manner as he'd done when Auntie Lucy had pulled or sucked upon his pego, but only a few minutes' prior).

Mummy's level of agitation rose with each passing moment of delightful pokes and strokes from her lad until finally the petals of her blossom opened themselves quite noticeably. Her lady-lotus was now all quite agape before him; showing-off a rather broad pink passageway, all slick with dew. From deep inside the enchanting aperture, a musky truffle scent wafted up; dancing in Harry's nostrils.

Edwina's hand seized his wrist, re-directing his fingers to her vaginal yawn. Feeling his touch at the mouth of her sex, she shifted her weight back against his hand. His finger careened up her channel; scouring her puss-passage in such a fashion that forced yet another pleasant rush from her lungs.

"Oohhh that's it Harry," she gasped, "wiggle your finger around inside me and clean Mummy nicely...that's a good boy, do it!"

Edwina now decided to sweeten things a bit more for herself. He was doing such a lovely job with that finger of his up her poke-pipe, why not more? Yes, she thought, she was quite ready for a bit more.

"Alright Harry," she goaded him, "just (OOOOHHH) ...like you're doing, my dear! It's sooo pleasant for Mummy to be cleaned like this ...can my little boy place two fingers in there, perhaps?"

Harry complied. He inserted a second finger, reaping a new harvest of delightful sighs from his mummy. He slid his fingers back and forth for several seconds in the fleshy warm squish of her insides until mummy giggled with a new request.

"How about three, Harry dearest?"

Harry complied again placed three and stroked. Again Mummy sighed and offered words of encouragement most keen and breathy. After half a minute's back n' forth, four fingers were up inside that lovely pink hole, per Mummy's urgent request.

"OOOOOHHH Yessss Harry! You're doing so well," Edwina wheezed to her boy as her cunny began to juice and dew, "now just hook your fingers a bit dearest! Hook those fingers and clean around that little mass of tissue just around the corner of Mummy's... OOOOOHHHHHH! HAAAAHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS!"

Harry jumped a bit but kept stroking at the swollen little internal whatever it was, unsure of what he'd had done. He'd most definitely done it, that much was plain for him to see. His auntie noticed his look of concern.

"Not to worry, why...you've hit the mark dear boy," Auntie's voice whispered like a sweet trickle of honey over his shoulder, "and you are most certainly NOT hurting her. Ahhhh to the contrary; such a thing is most agreeable to a lady!"

Auntie Lucy had moved in closer to him in the tub. She hovered upon her knees just behind him; her fingers frigging selfishly at her own hooded bean-nub beneath her black pubic curls as she kissed his shoulders and inhaled deeply his manly essence. In between wicked nips and nibbles she coached him in soft raspy whispers, as if she were a wheezy kissing tea-kettle that playfully nipped him now and again; in exchange for the secrets of how best to please a woman.

Lucy told him the most satisfactory way to excavate such a lovely hole as the one he was now lodged into up to the knuckles; was for a gentleman to increase the pace and vigor with his hand, all whilst listening for sounds most squishy coming from within. He did as advised and in about half a minute's time, much to the delight of both he and his mummy; the squishes did indeed build inside that marvelous opening.

It was now Edwina found herself simply overcome. She commenced to buck herself back against Harry's hand, impaling herself again and again upon those four wonderful fingers of his. She cared not in the least of her splash-splash-splashings in the tub as her arse fuck-fuck-fucked his hand.

Naughty Auntie Lucy continued to frig her nub rotten behind Harry, but now she saw fit to reach around him and seize his cock for more wanks as she whispered more advice to his ear concerning the desires of a woman. She now told him that although he was doing marvelously with his four fingers in his mummy's cunty-hole, he could do just a little bit more, oh yes he could!

She whispered sweetly a little nugget of information to him in his ear. Harry smiled with a nod that he'd understood as her hand milked his pego and he continued reaming away at Mummy's pretty pink poke-pit. The only difference now was that in addition to his fingers plunging in and out; he dropped his thumb down to diddle at his mummy's hooded bean, (per his aunt's recommendation).

The immediate result was quite dramatic indeed (and quite pleasantly received by Mummy). She plunged her arse back harder still, over and over again against the delicious strokes of Harry's hand as she wailed and sobbed with joy; her cries echoing off the tiles in the bath.

Edwina's mummy-moisture began to flow more freely. Deep down in her throat, grunts and strangled vocalizations began to carry the notes of ever-increasing base urgency! Auntie Lucy now told Harry that his mummy was deliciously close to spending and that he must provide a quick pace with that helping hand of his. He did as told and in doing so, things didn't take long at all really.

There were several rapid strokes followed by a low moan from Mummy as if she was in a great distress; then it struck her. She sucked in all her breath before letting it all out in a great nasal wail of,

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

Edwina shook and screamed; her bum furiously bouncing up and down like that of a bucking mare. Hot broth splashed from her hole, splattering upon her bewildered son. Auntie Lucy cheered for Harry as if he'd shot his very first pheasant!

"Bravo Harry," Lucy exclaimed, "bravo and well done! That is how we coax a lady to spend!"

Lucy hugged her nephew, continuing to go on about what a fine job he'd done. Mummy on the other hand seemed a bit too winded to speak but from her expression Harry could see clearly she genuinely shared his auntie's opinion. It would seem however, Edwina was simply not through, oh no... she was merely getting started! With her shoulders heaving still from great laborious gasps, she raised up her bum. She then dropped her head and shoulders low once more and called back to her boy,

"Now the other hole please, Harry."

Harry looked at his Auntie who smiled and nodded in agreement with her sister as if to say, 'C'mon Harry, that hole shan't clean itself!'

Harry placed the same digit that had initially plied his mother's cunny up to Edwina's ragged little rectal rim and pressed as gently as he could. He heard Mummy push out her air through her nose and the tight little ring of mysterious flesh yielded. He pressed in through the elastic grip of Mummy's sphincter and then onward into the lovely foul warmth of the passage beyond by an inch or so.

It was most certainly warm back there; warm like Mummy's other hole but not as moist. Edwina now bit her lip, adjusting to the rude intrusion pushing through the portal of her poo pucker. It was rude yes, but rude in such a lovely way so she allowed herself to relax.

A moment later and she bid Harry to push the finger up all the way in. He did and slowly advanced his digit up the strangest and friendliest of any passageway he'd ever explored. It was a naughty warm tunnel and a tunnel that had now apparent end in from what he could feel. He wondered if something as big as his cockie could ever fit in something like this as he wiggled his pointer around in his mummy's wicked nasty poo passage.

"You know what this hole is dear Nephew," his auntie asked as she wanked his cock and kissed his neck, "yes?"

"Yes I do," said Harry whose throbber continued to twitch in Aunty Lucy's grasp as his finger explored his mum's most forbidden of apertures, "it Mummy's poo-hole."

"Yes, it is," his mummy answered from down below in the tub, her mouth just above the waterline, "and you know what you're doing?"

Mummy's hand snaked up from under beneath and began to tease and bother again at her hooded legume. She bucked her arse slightly from her own masturbatory caresses as her young man's finger probed and explored her nasty entrails.

"I'm checking to see if you are clean," Harry answered.

"Yes," Mummy replied, "and do you feel anything?"

"No Mummy," Harry answered, "just skin and warmth inside?"

"And do you know why things are so clean," his Auntie Lucy interrupted over his shoulder, her tone somewhat that of a pedantic schoolmistress. Harry shook his head. Auntie Lucy explained.

"You didn't find anything unpleasant up inside your mummy because she and I both gave each other a good cleaning-out before coming downstairs to find you. I've a device that helps ladies empty out their bottoms before a finger or anything else travels up inside such a place. We cannot be too clean now can we?"

Harry shook his head emphatically in agreement with his auntie. Mummy seemed to enjoy having his finger back there, but suggested that there be a change-up now in the bathing procedure.

"Harry," she said, "do be a good boy now and un-cork Mummy's bum. Do it carefully so that I may turn over please. Oh and thank you for a lovely cleaning up back there, you've been most attentive and helpful!"

Edwina now turned herself around and lay upon her back in the back of the bath. She bid Harry to lie next to her in the water. Auntie Lucy once again assumed her position at the foot of the tub and continued to wank away at herself, but cheerfully added that, 'if Edwina needed her; she'd know where she could find her!'

Edwina reclined back in bath, parroting the manner of an Odalisque painted by one of the great masters. Her fully-grown cub took up a spot at her side and she cuddled him closely; nuzzling at him as though she might start licking him clean before putting him down for a nap. She found him to be just as exquisite and intriguing up close as she'd fantasized about in her naughty noggin; those fantasies partially fueled by her previous peeks at him and those fondling gropes as she'd toweled him off in the bath only a few weeks prior.

Now she held him as she would a new puppy, sniffing and nipping at him gently. She let her hands roam about his landscape, (or more appropriately a 'ladscape' that was transforming day by day and with ever increasing speed into a 'manscape'). Bear-hugging him close, as if she wished to squeeze the stuffing from him; she turned her nose loose upon his neck and hair; huffing in a deep lungful's of his marvelous scent. Her nose detected a feint whiff of musk and sweat that was, not unlike sandalwood mixed with fine leather. Oh dear, she realized...he smelled just like his daddy to her as well!

His rampant and throbbing pego now was apparently much in need of attention; for it angrily hopped up and down like it was throwing a tantrum of sorts from neglect. Upon noticing how it danced so, Edwina snatched it up in her free hand; providing a 'mother's touch' to address Harry's 'little problem.' She asked him if his naughty little tadger was hurting him. He nodded and said words to the affirmative, so she happily gave her young man soothing little wanks as she bid him to suckle and nurse upon the now swollen nubs of her teats.

Perhaps she wished for him to suckle her out of nostalgia for some bygone time when she had more of a hands-on approach to the rearing of her offspring or perhaps she had a more carnal requirement - she wasn't certain exactly. What she DID know was that 'back in the day,' she would never have enjoyed the touch of his large veiny John Thomas in her hand while nursing him; that much was certain! Furthermore, as Harry's hand crept over her leg and and across her black thatch so as to locate, vex, and diddle, at her hooded bean; she doubted seriously that fiddling upon her instrument was ever essential for nursing, (but then again; she was content as could be with this 'variation' on the timeless old activity and thrust her hips appreciatively against his caresses)!

The three occupants of the bath were interrupted once again, as Meredith arrived presently with a second pair of steaming buckets. She added in the first pail of hot stove-water with an unceremonious splashy pour and the level of the tub rose a bit more accordingly. The room again filled with foggy warmth; in sharp contrast to the cold drizzle that spattered the grounds of the house outside and sounded a bit like tiny stones striking against the exterior walls of the home. It was most certainly a good day to be in either a hot bath or a warm bed with two lovely women; that much was self-evident, even to young Harry!

As the second bucket load was raised poured into the bath, Harry continued nursing his mum's teat but looked up out of self-consciousness due to the maid's presence. Again she appeared to not pay him any real attention, but at one point he noticed her eyes did lock onto the rampant veiny rascal that his Mummy now manipulated in her wicked little "man-handlers," and what's more; the maid stared at the spectacle as she poured. Her stare presently melted from cold awe into an appreciative smile just as the second bucket was emptied.

Oh how appalling, I mean REALLY, dear readers! The maid could have at least averted her eyes... but apparently good help was so hard to find even then as it is now. It's one of the many reasons why there's nothing left of the Empire I'm afraid... but anyhow where was I? Oh yes yes yes...

Now mind you readers; the maid was only distracted for the briefest of seconds, but ole' Harry saw what he saw. Yes he most certainly did!

Meredith's eyes went wide in fact. Her mouth fell open ever-so slightly, her tongue touching the underside of her upper lip as if her mouth had gone dry. Her hand adjusted her blouse as if her chest had suddenly become a bit tight. Her gaze, however temporary, seemed to be the equivalent of a photographer's lens being open for an instant before the shutter snaps. The image of a veiny flesh-shaft in Edwina's wanking fingers was thusly preserved on a glass plate negative in the back of maid's noggin, (and most probably for her later use when things were a little more private and solitude was assured). Whether or not Mummy saw any of this remains a point of controversy, but Edwina did happen address Meredith with question that focused the maid's attention back to other tasks at hand, (and not merely those tasks between Edwina's fingers either)!

"Oh and Meredith," Edwina said politely with the sweetest of smiles, as she sculled away at Harry's oar, "would you be so kind as to inquire with the cook to see if we might have some tea brought up?"​