Incest/Taboo Mother’s New Governess

"Mrs Applebum's already put the kettle on Mah'am," Meredith answered with a polite curtsy, "I can bring the service up straight away."

"Oh that will be very good Meredith," Mummy responded just before remembering something, "Oh and Meredith,"

"Yes Mah'am?"

"Please toss in a dose of medicinal gin into Harry's tea," Mummy requested, "he's had a bit of a nasty knock on his noggin, slipping on this treacherous bar of soap. It's around here someplace, where is it?"

She shifted her bum cheek and the soap shot like a dart along the edge of the tub, striking the perpetually self-abusing Auntie Lucy in the thigh at the opposite end of the bath and causing both ladies to squeal and titter boisterously. Apparently they found the laws of Mr Newton most amusing!

"Yes of course Mah'am," replied Meredith who disappeared from the room but not before stealing one more "mental tintype image" of Harry in all his glory. Her eye caught his for the briefest splice of an instant and he believed he saw her smile. Lips full of teat; he manage to turn up the corners of his own mouth and "shot it back" at her. A second later she was gone, carrying a bit of a smirk on her lips and a tingle in places further down.

Oh dear, such impertinence from a servant. This never would have gone down had Prince Albert even so much as a sip of breath in his lungs! Appalling really, absolutely ghastly even. Oh...and where was I? Oh yes....

As Harry suckled and chewed at the naughty protruding nub of Edina's teat, he noticed her hips began to rise and thrust directly against the tips of his fingers. Shortly thereafter, "Mummy and Junior" found a particularly wicked rhythm. Edwina decided after a few minutes of this wonderfully intimate experience between mother and son, that the time was right to pose a few questions to her boy.

"Harry," she whispered in his ear before kissing the top of his head and breathing in the scent of a lovely hair oil she'd purchased specially for his birthday, "what was it you were up to when Auntie went downstairs to find you? You know, she looked first in your bedroom and found you to be conspicuously absent; so I suggested the hall toilet, and then downstairs in the parlor where she located you, finally."

"I had out my bug collection Mummy, and was labeling my butterflies," Harry replied truthfully.

"Your butterflies? Why... that sounds very interesting. You love your insects don't you?"

"Yes Mummy," Harry answered, "I would have taken the dogs out for a bit of shooting but the rain was so terrible."

Harry was most fond of hunting and fishing. He loved stepping out with the dogs and the guns through the fields and countryside. Nothing was better than to be out on the land with golden sunshine splashing over all things green and lush! It was as if Mother Nature had dipped her brush in the most vivid of breathtaking pigments and used ancient Albion as her canvas!

Harry saw it as Mother Nature's most precious gift; providing him the esteemed privilege of trudging across the many beautiful places of her creation. It afforded him the chance to observe all manner of wonderful little scurrying, flapping, and running creatures; just before blasting them to pulp, fur, and bits of bloody feathers, (and all this before releasing the dogs to tear what was left of the little buggers to smithereens). Oh such fun it was for him and... Er...um... I mentioned he was fond of fishing too, yes? Well, good... anyhow, he'd just told his mother why he could not go outside.

"Oh," said Edina, "why indeed it was nasty outdoors, and still is! Well, I'm happy you're now with myself and your Auntie; in this nice cozy tub away from the wind and cold... but possibly not the wet I suppose."

"A different sort of wet, I'd think?" observed Auntie Lucy with a wink down beyond their feet as she pulled two wet fingers from her juicing quim before popping them into her puckered gob to suck them ...most clean.

"Yes," Mummy observed thoughtfully.

She caught up a bit of pre-ejaculate from the tip of Harry's cock and pulled her finger away, trailing a slimy string that looked much like melted sugar. She popped it in her mouth much in the same manner as her sister, but not before commenting, "a different sort of wet, MOST ASSUREDLY!"

She swished the briny little bit of salty-something around on her palate. Her eyes looked left and right as she registered the taste. She swallowed, having found the little bit of pre-ejaculate most agreeable; as she'd suspected it would be.

"Harry," she asked, "so what was it, you were you doing with your collection of buggie-wuggies?"

"Sticking pins in them mostly," he explained, "I'd put a pin through the specimen's abdomen and then make a label so as to tell what it was,"

"Sticking them were you?" Edwina said feigning interest, "oh... that sounds terribly engaging!"

"Yes," Harry explained, "some have a little bit more, some have a little bit less to stick in. Usually if I can find a spot on the specimen where the guts should be, that is a fine place to stick em'."

"Oh how fascinating," said Mummy, "you do realize that I have a lovely little sticking pin here in my hand, don't you know?"

Harry paused at first. He then looked down to observe her strokes and wanks and immediately took her meaning. He nodded and chuckled with her, as Mummy it seems had made a witty one!

"What is more Harry, I have such a lovely butterfly that I can show you. Do you wish to see it?"

"Yes," he replied not exactly understanding her choice of metaphor but he was certain he wasn't going to be observing some rare species of Lepidoptera in this bath, despite the fact that the air had become positively steamy and probably quite comfortable for most fluttering insects, (especially the tropical variety).

Edwina pushed him back and then rose to her feet from the bath's hot steaminess. She reached over the tub's side and seized a low wooden dressing stool. She then brought it into the bath; submerging the legs of the stool in the warm water but keeping the seat high and dry.

Mummy sat with her dripping bum atop the stool; parting her legs as widely as possible so that her nether regions were now offered up for her young man's inspection. Harry crouched in the water before her, eyeing things most intently.

Auntie Lucy could see her sister was in danger of tumbling over backwards, so raising a finger as if to say, Wait one moment please, she rose and stepped quickly around the two entomology enthusiasts; providing her sister with a secure back-rest to lean against. Mummy could now recline in the furtherance of her son's education and put both feet upon the edge of the bath.

Oh, I so do so love science; don't you as well, dear readers?

The subject was now ready. The student was in position to observe. Lucy reached forward n' down over her sister's tummy-tum-tum; finding her wiry thatch mound. With a pair of fingers she parted Edwina's lips; displaying the rare and much prized "Pink Pussy-Lox Swallowtail Butterfly" for Harry's viewing. Harry's jaw dropped open again, (and it was a wonder it did not hit the water on this occasion)!

"Aren't butterflies simply wondrous things Harry?" his mother asked.

She was met by a completely dumbstruck and open mouthed nod from her pupil; who never took his eyes away from the lovely specimen.

"Well," she continued, "just like the butterflies you stick those pins in; Mummy Nature paints this one you see here, (and all the ones between the legs of ladies out in the big wide world for that matter). She styles them all in such a wonderful array of shapes and colors! Mummy Nature loves variety and beauty; do you not think so?"

She received another dumb nod from Harry.

"I think so too," Mummy whispered sweetly, "and your auntie and I are going to make it possible to inspect oh so many butterflies in this big wide world if we have our way! Now do you know what else Mummy Nature does with this sort of butterfly?"

Harry shook his head but he was certain he'd find out momentarily.

"Why she gives it the most beautiful and pretty hooded head," Mummy explained as Auntie Lucy ran one finger down across Edwina's clitoral nub; pulling back the fold of skin that partially enveloped it and making her sigh happily in the process.

"I believe," Lucy added, "that he has already some experience touching my butterfly head, although he didn't get a decent look at what he was attending to,"

"Oh well," Mummy replied, "then this IS an enlightening experience for him! Harry, have you ever kissed a butterfly?" The young man once again shook his head quietly, thinking it a rather odd question.

"Well," she continued, "I should think it is high time you learned. Lucy, be a dear and please hold the little wings apart,"

Lucy did as requested and continued to rub her sister's clitoris soothingly as Harry looked on, hypnotized by it all. Edwina gasped again, her breasts rising and falling in rather rude selfish pleasure as she hissed,

"Oooh yessssss, just like you are doing sister... oh and Harry," she said making dreamy eye contact with her son once again, "please do give our lovely pink and purple butterfly a kiss, dear!"

Harry was not at all sure what he was doing, but any fear of the unfamiliar quickly gave way to lewd fascination. He leaned forward to kiss the marvelously forbidden thing nestled between his mummy's legs, parted by the deft fingers of his auntie.

His kissy-kiss pucker made contact down there, and Edwina's eyes blinked for a moment at the touch. It was as if she'd received the loveliest of electric jolts.

Harry realized almost straight away; he was not actually down there to kiss things, but instead to lick. He opened his gob; running out his tongue and commencing to sample the sex of his mummy.

Edwina's lungs huffed out a blast of selfish contentment followed by a whimper of approval at her young man's decision. She ran a hand through his curly locks as her eyes fell upon streaks of rain hitting the far window without seeing any of it; feeling the wonderfully forbidden touch of his lips and tongue against that wicked...wicked spot between her thighs.

Harry was absolutely captivated by the strange fleshy delicacy, with its odd textures and heady hypnotic scents. He took a liking to it immediately. It was gastronomic love at first sight in fact - or tastes perhaps; his tongue working in concert with his nose, savoring the various "mushroomy truffle" notes of his mummy's sex.

Those notes.... those mysteriously wondrous notes of taste and scent that made up a lady's grotto of intimacy were to him a combination of things unfamiliar yet comforting and inviting. It was a bit of something salty for him, almost like an anchovy but not repellant by any means; in fact... quite the opposite was true, (for he found the smell texture and taste profoundly addictive)!

For her part, Edwina continued her breathy gaze far off into the distance; out seemingly beyond window as the rain poured and spattered upon the glass panes and the strengthening wind rattled upon the shutters. She stared into infinity; emitting a heavy sigh of HHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH, here... and an OOOOOHHH YESSS JUST LIKE THAT HARRY, there.

Harry had at first brought his lips and tongue down to the naughty little hole before him and focused mistakenly there for a period of time. He noticed that action produced a series of agreeable vocalizations from Mummy, but when his nose brushed against the little pink hooded head of the butterfly, she bucked hips against him slightly while opening up her lips and releasing a loud and heartfelt,

HOOOHHH!

Ever the observant scientist, Harry took this as an indication that he'd touched upon a pleasure center. He needed to observe further and gather more evidence on the matter. As luck would have it, he was in the perfect position to do so. His tongue abandoned the little opening, now moving on up to the butterfly's head in a series of licks, swirls, and tongue flourishes.

HOOOH! AAAAHHHH! UNNNNGHHHHH! cried Mummy as she raised her hips up to grind herself against him properly.

Yes, most definitely Harry knew he'd compelling evidence. He'd stumbled on his mummy's clitoral nub with his lips and tongue and he surmised it had to possess similar qualities to his tadger with regard to pleasure and friction of a wonderfully rude sort. He now focused his licks and gobbles on Edwina's hooded starter button whilst she thrashed her head about and happily groaned like a loose creaky floorboard in an old house!

Auntie Lucy now ceased splaying apart the sex blossom of her sister; as her nibbling nephew seemed to have things well under control down there. Instead she focused her attentions on Edwina's bosoms, bringing her fingers up and around from behind to tweak and bother at her younger sister's lovely teats. Lucinda became all wanton kisses and nibbles at her sibling's neck; in between the foulest of whispered suggestions in Edwina's ear, (to which the poor woman could not reply but only nod in heartfelt agreement as the sensations became more intense for her above and below)! It was then Auntie Lucy was then struck by a lovely idea.

"Harry," Lucy said in-between nips and nibbles of her sister's neck and earlobes, " you remember when I took your pego between my lips, just before I made you spend your yummy custard for in my mouth? It all was most pleasant and agreeable for you as an experience, was it not?"

Harry nodded but didn't say a word, remember his manners and not speaking with his mouth full.

"Well then," Lucy continued, "it would appear you've found the butterfly's head, by the sound of your mummy here. Take it in your mouth in the manner of a teat (as I did with you), and suckle it. Can you do this?"

He nodded confidently. With a puckering of his lips, he brought the little pink beanie of his mummy in with a lovely sucking slurp. Instinct for him did the rest.

"AAHHHHHHH OOOHHHH YESSSSS... RIGHT THERE HARRY MY LOVE!" howled Edwina.

She threw back her head with eyes closed as she thrashed her hips. She ran her fingers through his hair; pulling at his noggin as her pelvis fucked his face hard.

Harry for his part knew he was onto something good and he kept his lips latched onto that swollen nub of hooded pinkness, as would a barnacle stuck to the side of a vessel. His lips and teeth gently worked and tugged at the fleshy nodule as he were trying to make it somehow spout warm milk and Harry wondered to himself if he were causing his mother any discomfort. He got his answer nearly as quickly as he'd considered the matter; as Edwina wailed, shrieked and absolutely forbade him to stop under ...any circumstances now!

Harry reasoned that since his fingers had done such a pleasurable thing for Mummy earlier in that "hole down below" of hers, he might do well to work them inside there again; only in concert with what his lips were doing on her fleshy bean. His suspicions paid off handsomely.

He hooked two fingers up inside her cunny-hole and continued to nurse and chew at her clitoris; pulling at it and making sucky-wucky noises on that naughtiest of nubs. It was precisely what Mummy needed and she made no bones about it. In a matter of seconds, her boiling cauldron bubbled over and she bucked her hips frantically, spilling her hot briny dew upon Harry's face as she howled with a rafter-shaking,

"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH! UUUUNNHHHHH-AAAAHHHH! OHHH YES HARRY! YESSSSSSSSS!

For Harry, it was as if a pipe had burst somewhere up inside his mummy. He pulled himself back for the briefest of moments but Edwina's hands still held the back of his head.

She pulled his gob back to her spouting font and instinctively Harry "finished his soup" as wicked Auntie Lucy beamed down happily over Mummy's shoulder at him. Edwina wailed and thrashed with joy until her violent release had indeed subsided.

She then released her son's noggin and simply gazed lovingly into his smiling if somewhat sopping wet features that smelled of her shameful expenditure. For his part, Harry was none the worse for wear and happy to have been provided such a lovely delicacy to try. He hoped in his heart of hearts there would be more of the same from her. She wouldn't disappoint her hungry young man.

The door opened again. Meredith appeared with Drusilla in the doorway, their bonneted heads thrust through the entrance to see if, "now was a good time?"

By the sound of things... it was!

"Oh ...(gasp)....do," said Edwina somewhat winded, "do come in girls. We (gasp).... we're expecting the both of you."

"I've brought the tea Mah'am," said Meredith pushing a caddy into the room with a steaming kettle and three cups. Also present on the tray was a lovely blue bottle of gin. Behind Meredith stood the island negress Drusilla, straining under the load of two more steaming buckets in her hands.

"Well," said Mummy thoughtfully as she rose from the stool and stood in the bathwater, "I suppose this is as good a time for transition as any,"

"Transition?" said Meredith, "Oh yes Mah'am, transition! Quite."

Meredith tittered at Mummy's words nervously as Lucy set the wooden stool outside the tub to let it drip upon the tiles. Lucy then took a cup of tea poured for her by the merry maid. She took cream but no sugar before she then glanced at Harry.

"Oh Harry," Lucy snapped at her nephew, "do stand up and fetch some tea for yourself. We haven't all morning long!"

Harry did as told and rose to his feet, his body dripping water back down into the bath. He stood patiently waiting for Mummy to finish adding cream and sugar to her freshly poured cup of steaming "brown joy" as the buxom Jamaican maid began emptying the two buckets into the tub; adding to the already high level of the water and raising the amount of foggy weather in the room to maritime hazard levels.

Mummy and Lucy stood taking their tea and chatting away cordially with steaming water almost up to their knees whilst Harry held his cup and Meredith poured for him. Mummy remembered that he'd had a rather nasty knock on the head and reminded Meredith to provide his cup with two splashes of medicinal gin to "steel his constitution." Two splashes later; along with the appropriate amount of cream and sugar and his tea was ready for him. He then thanked the maid politely.

Mummy now had Meredith procure some rather smelly bathing salts from the high shelf plus the "medical balm" from under the sink. Soon the maid was adding the perfumey purplish powder to the bath; swishing it all around with a dutiful hand. Harry meanwhile, stood sipping his tea; standing with his mummy and aunty as if taking in some refreshments following a church service. It all was very polite and cordial if you overlooked the fact that three of the people in the room were naked and that the young man present wore several crimson stripes across his bum, (a badge of honor from a proper hard caning).

The two maids to their credit, maintained a demeanor and composure most professional, however both snuck sideways peeks at Harry, (or well to be more precise - peeks at "bits of him" anyhow)! Edwina picked up on this and with the tin of medical grease in her free hand, she politely let the two servants know that this was "all she needed from them at the moment," and she'd ring the bell if they needed them again. The two exited the room quickly, but before leaving, Harry noticed them look at one another and smile as if to say,

"Did you see it, girl?" and, "I most certainly DID, dearie!"

He'd also noticed both sets of eyes made contact with his own pupils. Impertinent little smirks briefly flashed at the corners of their lips as their cheeks flushed a shocking crimson. The door closed.

Mummy, Harry, and Lucy now squatted back down into the tub; resuming the conversion in waters significantly warmer and higher than before. The discussion returned to Harry's enthusiasm for butterflies and his love for sticking pins in creepy crawly multiple legged things. As the tea was finished, Mummy suggested to Harry that he join her again up in the sloping back of the slipper-shaped tub. Likewise, Auntie Lucy saw this as 'her cue' to move back to the bath's foot.

"If you need of me, ...." she said.

"I'll be sure to call," answered Mummy.

Harry's head was now absolutely swimming; the gin having taken an effect upon his noggin most acute. It had also impaired his sense of composure and inhibitions (a calculated measure on the part of Edwina), for although his cock remained "rampant and ready" as before; his mood had become a bit more "rapacious and randy!"

Meredith had left the bottle on the caddy before she departed and Mummy gave Harry two more cupful's, "straight down the ole' hatch," in order to be sure that his head was better after having taken such a nasty fall! He set down his cup on the caddy and then sank down by Mummy's side in the tub, giggling foolishly to himself.

"Harry," said Edwina to her chuckling young tadpole as she grasped his loins and resumed tugging at them, "your pin it appears, still is in need of sticking a specimen."

"OR TWO!" chimed in the smiling Auntie Lucy from the other end of the tub. Edwina wrinkled her nose out of irritation; kicking a splash at her sister's interruption. Lucy now quieted down and minded her manners; sipping tea and poking at her muffin below the waterline as she watched the other two.

"Harry," Mummy continued,

"I could think of a couple of simply lovely places for you to stick that pin of yours. Would you care for Mummy to show you, darling?"

The merry student smiled back, nodding in-between sniggers and inebriated chuckles. He was now so very well-oiled; his inhibitions having drifted away like so much fog on the surface of the bath. That was all Edwina needed.

She lay back very high against the sloping rear of the tub, (and with Harry lying next to her on his side in the water). Mummy lifted her leg slightly and had him bend his body around beneath the raised portion of her bottom. She pulled the mushroom bulb of his cock up to the mouth of her sex; passing passed it several times along the opening's pink puffiness to tease him. She then moved the penile tip to her own naughty nub, teasing herself with it against her hooded bean; up and down... up and down... up and down!

"I believe you've seen this activity between a man and a woman before Harry, yes?" inquired Aunty Lucy to him, over her cup of tea. He nodded and replied to her -his chin trembling from the simply marvelous sensation,

"Yes, I saw it in that book that you showed me yesterday, Auntie."

"Yes," Auntie continued, "you most certainly did my boy! There are many more things in that book you'll learn of. In fact, everything you have seen and learned today is just a trifle compared to what I will show you over the next few months. You are keen to learn, yes?"

He nodded again, not taking his eyes from those of his mummy, whilst as his throbbing pego was rubbed vigorously again and again against her swollen clitty nub by her naughty hand.

"Good," replied Auntie between sips of her tea, "because I should think we can put away all discussions of all things historical, mathematical, and geographical for our future lessons, and continue instead with things "most carnal" for the curriculum, yes? I think you've displayed an aptitude for such matters so far, and in the very short time I've had to work-with and observe you!"

Harry nodded and muttered something amounting to a yes; barely paying attention and now engrossed on Mummy's hand as it rubbed him around and around on that wonderfully wicked of hers. Meanwhile Mummy became a seething hissing pipe-organ of sighs and gasps as she made his colossal cockhead continually crash in a collection of clitoral collisions beneath the rolling steamy waves of the tub. It was now quite self-evident to all present; Edwina had a marvelous new bath toy for her amusements and was pleased as punch with it!

"I can see quite clearly," Lucy continued after finishing the last of her tea, "that your Mummy fancies you to be a fine dildo in a pinch!"

Harry didn't know exactly what the word "dildo" meant. To tell the truth; he couldn't care in the least right now anyhow, but it didn't stop him from nodding in agreement just the same!

"Then very well," Lucy concluded, "I'll have you know young man that I also share her sentiments and attitude towards you! A fine little stallion and dildo you shall be for us... and others! Yes, Edwina, he'll do! It's as if his grandmother, was spot-on with regard to him... or at least her tea leaves were! Now then sister, are you prepared to take him?"

Mummy nodded to Lucy and then returned her eyes to Harry. Her free hand came up and she brushed his black hair from his eyes. She kissed him deeply; her other busy hand continuing to ram n' rub his manhood against her nub in a maternal masturbatory manipulation that was "most mutually marvelous" for both mother and son.

"Harry," Mummy said gazing deeply into his now terribly dilated pupils, "what do you wish for Mummy to do with it?"

Harry at first couldn't find the words. He knew what he wanted but he didn't know the "how" of it all and his heart was racing along with his foggy head, thanks to the gin. He licked dry lips; at last replying to her with,

"Put it in you, Mummy; oh please put it in!"

With that, it was decided. The entire stage had been set by Edwina (oh with Lucy's help, yes ...of course), and now it had even been agreed upon by the pupil! Lucy clapped her hands in wicked anticipation, as Edwina looked longingly into Harry's eyes telling him,

"Yes then, I want this as well! We MUST put it in and we shall, but first might you help Mummy to get up, please?"

The two stood and repositioned with Edwina facing to the rear of the tub; her head quite low and just above the water and with the moon of her arse high; like the hump of a breaching whale. Harry stood behind those lovely bare fesses of his mother; not precisely sure again what it was he should do (and rather unsteady on his feet; thanks in part again to the gin's effects). He was however, most ardent and eager, (still yet another of the gin's benefits it would seem).

Auntie Lucy simply shook her head at all this, rose up from the bath, and immediately took a position directly behind her nephew. Reaching around him for his loins, she seized his charger in one hand; before guiding it to Edwina's hairy and delightfully humid notch with the other.

Harry now stared down upon the twin globes of Edwina's moon below him as she backed up to him. His pego was already being steered by Aunty somewhere below his mummy's naughty notch. Mummy's steady hand now came up from below and pressed the tip against the elusive aperture. His Auntie Lucy whispered sweetly in his ear, bidding him to gently push his hips forward against the opening. He felt elastic feminine resistance at first, then a widening of the orifice followed a pleasurable slide....and he was in just like that!

"HHHAAAARRRRRHHHH!" Mummy called out from below in the steamy bath.

A swirling whirling raging storm of pleasure now rose up from Harry's loins, dazzling his very senses. His mouth fell agape and he gasped; realizing he was now most definitely "IN"...and it was so very much deeper in than before when he'd had the accident, (which in reality had been NO accident at all; thanks to his mummy). What's more this sensation felt simply MARVELOUS!

"Now Harry," Lucy whispered with a raspy snake hiss to his ear before providing his earlobe with a naughty nibble, "push in, dear! Sink yourself straight in up to those balls of yours!"

"YESSSS DO IT HARRY! OH DO IT FOR MUMMY!" Edwina wheezed and gasped desperately; her chin just barely touching the water as she urged him on with pleasure etched across her face.

Harry instinctively seized her hips with both hands; executing a masterfully strong thrust that even Edwina had not counted upon. In one brutish swoosh, he'd sunk himself into her deepest recesses. Son was now sheathed inside mother, for better or for worse!

"OOHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH!" cried Edwina as she reared her head up with eyes wide. She was overcome with how very VERY pleasurable it all was for her and she shook wet locks from side to side; feeling the marvelously meaty "split" of her son's manhood up her sex, deep just as she'd expected and wished for it to be!

"You see Harry," said Auntie Lucy to his ear, "some butterflies are oh so much more pleasurable to stick pins in! Wouldn't you agree, dearest?"

He turned to answer his Auntie Lucy, only to find her mouth wrapped around his, her tongue snaking between his lips before he realized what was happening. Wicked Auntie Lucy's fingers now tangled themselves up in his black locks; whilst mother and son bucked and thrashed in the wanton manner of Oedipus and Jocasta!

Again and again Harry and his Mummy slammed together in one fleshy collision after another; each smash sending Harry straight up Edwina's channel to the very hilt of his member. As mother and son committed the unspeakable, wicked Auntie Lucy remained right alongside of them; her hand cupping Harry's balls and her foul mouth whispering a veritable tapestry of lewd suggestions and images for them both to hear. This only served as fuel tossed on the fire for both the drunken son and that the wanton depraved mother as well!

By now both parties felt their crescendo's rising, approaching for them like a great storm; not at all unlike the driving wind and rain now landing outside upon the window. By now, Harry knew this feeling all too well, (and more importantly, so did his Mummy). Both understood the urgency of this moment and both so desperately wished for its occurrence.

I must now take this opportunity, dear readers... to share an important learning point concerning these two people locked in sexual congress. You must consider who they were as they approached the brink of orgasmic release. They wouldn't cum mind you (for these were people of quality), and people of quality simply do not cum... in fact they never EVER cum; instead they simply ar....

"OH DEAR GOD MUMMY!" screamed Harry, "I BELIEVE I SHALL ARRIVE!"

"I AM TO ARRIVE AS WELL DEAREST SON!" Edwina shrieked hoarsely over her shoulder, her voice more a horrid banshee wail than a cry,"AHHHH UGGHHH I'M ARRIVING! OHHH DEARRRRRRRRR HARRY! AGGGHHH!"

Mummy now crashed her rump back hard; mashing her cunt against Harry's loins with all the furious might she could find inside her! Her sex juiced and scented myrrh flowed in hot cascades down her legs into the bath below. Auntie Lucy's cruel sadistic hand flew back and with a SWOOSH WHACK, she brought it down hard upon her nephew's bum. Harry responded with a joyously agonized shout of AAAGGHHH! spouting a warm clotted load straight up his mummy's cunt. He'd done it, he'd seeded in her and done it nice and deep and much to her liking.

Mummy having "arrived" slightly before her darling young man; uncoupled herself from his cock (which flopped around wildly, still all squirts and spurts). Edwina fell to her knees, drew his cock into her mouth, and throated her boy most hungrily in what would be best described as ' a complete attack of incestuous gluttony!'

Harry's hands pulled his mother by her wet raven curls onto his still spurting charger. He continued to spurt, spend, and arrive with great fanfare; all mad howls and sobbing wide-eyed joy, whilst Mummy savored every drop of her boy's salty brine!

"Well, well," thought Edwina to herself, "he is like his father in many ways! The least of which not being that he is a man of impeccable taste!"

She chuckled at her little joke and looked up at her nude colossus son; towering above her as his penis left her lips and swayed like a veiny pendulum. Harry teetered above her as though he might topple and fall, but Auntie was there to steady him and she reached around him to grip his slackening penis.

"Edwina," Lucinda informed her sister," quickly girl, he shall go limp at any moment!"

Mummy nodded, understanding the terrible inconvenience of this; should it be allowed to happen. He'd just spent wonderfully hard up her cunny, (and with also another two or three salty sprays of her tonsils as well). She wanted the fun to go on longer still, but she had to be quick for that to be possible!

Mummy was up and on her feet in the bath with a loud splash of great waves that raced from one steamy end of the tub to the other and back again. She spun herself around and bent at the waist as Auntie Lucy offered a helping hand to guide Harry's semi-erect cock up into Edwina's pink cunny-grotto for more pokes and lunges.

Harry himself seemed a bit spent. He collapsed his weight forward; leaning upon Mummy for a few moments, most out of breath. A squeeze of his balls later however, by his lewd Aunty Lucy (not to mention some slaps on his striped bum), and he stood up straight; grabbed Mummy's hips, and began to push and exert himself in earnest. He was a young man most revived to put it simply.

"You've just had another wonderful release darling Harry," Lucy whispered in his ear, "that makes two already this morning! One in my gullet, one in your mummy's poke-hole, and a third for her tonsils! For a good proper cleaning-out of your pipes, we're going to milk a fourth from you!" Harry was about to ask Aunty Lucy what she meant when the door opened again.

It was his grand mah-mah Rebecca, standing in the doorway and just like her daughters; looking tall, proud, and rather critical. She was wearing the black clothes that she always wore. She'd never worn anything but black ever since her husband had passed and although she loved Harry and he knew this to be true; he was keenly aware black was a color that often suited her moods.

She stepped into the room and approached the tub. She held a hand fan and flicked it around absent-mindedly as she surveyed the trio. Harry was certain she'd say something terribly wrathful and condemning for what they had just done, (as she was a woman who spoke her mind and passed judgment rather quickly).

"Well," she said sternly looking first to Edwina and then to Lucy, never setting eyes on Harry, "is it done?"

"Nearly Mummy," Edwina smiled to her mother. Harry tried to pull back and disengage himself from the clutches of her quim but Lucy pushed him pack into position and patted his bum; reassuring him that all would be well.

"NEARLY?" the old jewess sniffed at her, "I just heard the greatest shout and so did every dead soul in the cemetery up the way! What do you mean, nearly? Is he or is he not ready for THIS?"

"I will need one more action, Mummy," Lucy chimed-in this time, "then we'll be certain he can do this."

"I see," said Rebecca taking a condescending tone with her oldest daughter, "and when you have completed your 'surveys and observations' you'll be able to tell me if he is up to task? Hummph!! What more do you two wicked little nymphs need? Oh I don't care if you shag him till he passes out... I need to know if he is up to it!"

"We'll know much more shortly Mummy," Lucy continued, "but I need to observe a bit longer and then I'll of course need to take him under my tutelage afterwards."

Harry was amazed at how easily his Auntie Lucinda cringed and cowered before the fifty-five-year-old harpy. He knew Lucy to be a stern and intimidating woman but she shrank in terror from the stern face of her mother, (and with good reason)! She'd a healthy respect for his grandmother but Harry didn't really know the half of it and merely thought he understood.

"After all," Lucy continued, "it was you in your great wisdom Mum' mah, who chose him, yes?" Her flattery fell short. Kerplunk even.

"I didn't choose him," Rebecca countered, "I saw an omen and now I want to know if it could be him. There is a difference. You two cat's in heat did the rest and lept at him like a helpless mouse!

Oh.... but I wouldn't judge you too harshly; you have your mother's animal passions inside the both of you true enough, but that does not change the fact we need a serious solution, and I want to know if HE is the one!"

For the first time in the conversation she eyed Harry directly.

"Shag and shag well boy," she said to him and for brief moment it felt as if he were about to stride out into a gladiatorial event armed only with a sword and the cheers of a bloodthirsty crowd, "...if you are the one, then I have great things for you. Great and terrible things indeed."

She sniffed at him derisively and then flicked her fan in her wrist. She then turned and left the room but not without calling back from the door,

"And I want to know this very evening!"

"Yes Mummy," Lucy answered, "you'll have a full report!"

Rebecca sniffed again and muttered a loud HMMPH! of derision before shut the door behind her. She was going to take her breakfast tea which meant no more interruptions.

Harry was left standing in the bath, his pego sheathed up in his Mummy and with his Auntie Lucy's hand absentmindedly stroking the stripes she'd inflicted upon his bum. Lucy was actually the first to come around and she bid him to continue with the bath-time activities.

"C'mon Harry," she encouraged him as she rubbed her hands up and down his flanks, "you have the body and spirit of a thoroughbred, I sooooo know it to be true. Show your mummy and I just what a good solid dependable mount you are!"

She slapped his bum and the very sting served to revived his throbber (which was still most embedded up his mother's sex). Harry soon found himself sloshing in and out of Mummy's quim; his manly vigor quite restored as it were. He was most certainly not in any danger of spending (as he'd done it twice already), but his prick was now stiff and rigid as any piece of timber could ever have hoped to be.

He now rowed at Edwina's fesses with an even stroke; assisted by her gently rocking hips. His Auntie Lucy stayed at his side and held him closely, stroking and fondling him; all the while marveling at what a fine male specimen she had in her clutches. Her hands ran over his back and shoulders, over his chest and bum; her fingers just a light feathery tickle.

She sniffed around his shoulders and neck as she huffed in his natural essence which now was combining with the heady lovely stink of sexual congress. His particular manly fragrance oh so teased and tickled her libido, which was now pleasantly agitated to say the least.

Lucy's hand found the gin bottle. She took a generous swallow and then snuffed his musk again, allowing the two intoxicants to mingle and tingle her senses with a combined power that was more than the sum of its parts.

Lucy knew she'd need to take him as well. It was a good thing Edwina had agreed to this ahead of time and not been selfish. It simply wouldn't do for Edwina to keep this lovely young man with his strong back and limbs all to herself; for if Lucy was to share the burden of Harry's "development and training" for this task, then it only followed that Lucy should profit with a share of the benefits. And speaking of training...​