Forbidden Fruit Part 5

The Clergyman would say we were cursed--but that is all nonsense. We know better; it's their business to call everybody sinners."

My p.r.i.c.k was now going great guns once more, swelling and poking her to perfection.

"How long I have waited for this! Do you know what you are doing to me, Percy."

"No, Mamma, what do you call it, and what is the name of the beautiful place you put me in?"

"It's 'f.u.c.king', that is the word for it, and you are in my c.u.n.t, dear."

"Then I'm f.u.c.king my own Mother, and my affair in pus.h.i.+ng into her c.u.n.t; it is nice, Mamma."

"Yes, Heavenly, and call your affair your p.r.i.c.k; you have a grand p.r.i.c.k for your age, my boy. f.u.c.k me, shove it up as far as it will go at every stroke you give. You can't hurt my c.u.n.t; it will take your hardest poking, the more vigorous you are, the greater the pleasure; then when we come together, it is the greatest possible bliss. Love your Mother, I have given all to possess my boy."

"What a glorious Mamma, and how I love her; you make me feel a very part of yourself."

She heaved in response to every dig, faster, more furiously f.u.c.king every moment, till we both spent at the same instant, and my p.r.i.c.k revelled in a very ocean of sperm, and we lay faint and spun out by our exertions. "Let me look, Mother dear, I want to see where I am," I presently said, throwing off the sheet which covered us, and then for the first time had a realistic view of her belly and swelling mount, covered with a luxuriant growth of reddish-golden hair; my fingers instantly sought to part the curls which encircled my p.r.i.c.k, and drawing out a little I could see the clinging vermilion lips of the maternal v.a.g.i.n.a, which held on to my shaft, as if loth to part with its prize. For a moment or two I continued the slow in and out motion to see how it acted, but that was all she would permit, a.s.suring me further exertion just then would be too much for me.--"Percy, I must mind you don't injure your health, so you must rest a little, then perhaps tomorrow, my love."

She gave me a gla.s.s of liqueur, which made me all on fire to possess her again; but she would not listen to anything of the kind, ordering me to have a good ride on my pony before luncheon. It was a bracing ride, but my thoughts were too distracted to think of anything but my Mother, and I returned possessed by a f.u.c.king Devil to surprise Patty sleeping on Mary's bed, having undertaken to make the beds in her absence, and knowing I was out, she was having a quiet nap. Looking at her for a moment, my p.r.i.c.k stood at the thoughts of the charms under her s.h.i.+rts, so gently lifting them, I saw she had no drawers on, only nice stockings and slippers, but just then she opened her eyes. "Oh, Master Percy, no, you shan't," trying to put her skirts down,--but I had the advantage, and keeping her down, said: "You looked at me, now I will see all you have Patty, and kiss it, too." She struggled, but did not cry out, and I succeeded in kissing her naked thighs, whilst her hands covered her f.a.n.n.y, so throwing myself by her side, I tried all I could to inflame her desires, by kissing her lips, which she returned, and then getting bolder, pushed my tongue between her lips, and she soon began to get quite hot and flushed: then now I was not attempting to look, my hand had better success below, slowly overcoming all obstacles, till I got a finger in her slit, and began to rub the ticklish spot of love. She gave a long deep sigh, and sucked in my tongue, the tip of her own meeting mine in the most amorous manner; I took one of her hands and placed it on my trousers just over where my p.r.i.c.k was throbbing in expectation, she gave a start and I let it out, placing it in her hand, "Oh, Patty," I whispered, "won't you make me happy, you feel how it is, dear."

"Oh, Master Percy, I'm afraid, I never did such a thing; oh, let me go; pray, pray, do!" taking her hand away, and trying to get up; but I had got one leg between hers, so rolling over on top of her, tried to push my advantage.

"Never, never;" she almost screamed, "I'll shout out if you try to."

But having gone so far, and being quite furious with l.u.s.t for a f.u.c.k no matter who, if only nice; I pushed ruthlessly, holding her in my arms like a vice, whilst by sucking and tonguing her lips, I kept her from screaming. Nature a.s.sisted me a little. The girls own emotions made her spend and I knew it by the deep drawn respiration and the quivering of her frame, as the spasm came. My p.r.i.c.k had got its head just inside her crack, when the soothing emission came opportunely to a.s.sist his progress, and tight little virgin as she was, desperately writhing and struggling under me, my charger gradually won his way, till furiously plunging and drawing her to me with all my strength, the hymen was broken through, as she screamed and sobbed for me to spare her; but I pushed on, tearing and stretching her tender pa.s.sage; although so young, my big p.r.i.c.k was quite too much for her; at length all was over.

I came, I saw and I conquered, shooting my love balm into her wounded c.u.n.t for a second time before I would let her get up; not till then did I feel sorry for the ruin I had effected, but her sobs were so genuine I did all I could to soothe her, and promised to be more loving and gentle another time. "Ah, you bad boy, I don't know if I shan't tell your Mamma." "I'll never forgive you," she said, when at last she stopped crying before leaving the room.

My tool was blood-stained, so I carefully sponged it and looked to see if there were any other evidences of Patty's rape on the bed, but fortunately her clothes had saved that.

I was rather late for luncheon. Mamma looked so lovely and fresh, her blue eyes beamed love on me at every glance, and she supplied me with the most nouris.h.i.+ng delicacies besides two or three gla.s.ses of champagne. She asked me how I had enjoyed my riding.--"Oh, it was delightful, Mamma," I said thinking of her and Patty.

"Percy, will you read to me, dear, this afternoon as I want to get on with a bit of work for the bazaar. You know Mr. Pokemall will be angry with me if I don't do something for the vicarage stall."

"Couldn't you pacify him, Mamma?"

"Percy, don't be sarcastic, I hate the sight of him, only we must appear to be good."

She took me to her boudoir, which made me think of Mary's tale. "Oh, if the couch could tell me all it knew!" I thought.

Seated on a stool at her feet I read from Ouida's "Moths" for a little but she did not care for that, so asked me to look into Zola's "Nana"

and read about her love for Satin. "But Mamma, Satin was a girl, what could she do to make Nana love her so?"

"They were Lesbians, my dear, girls who prefer sucking and kissing each other to being f.u.c.ked by a man."

"Mamma, do you like your c.u.n.t kissed? Let me do it for you."

She did not reply, but threw her skirts over my head, as I sat below her on the stool, putting me at once into darkness, and almost driving me wild as I sniffed the mixed aroma of her perfumed c.u.n.t; my hand groped along her thighs, feeling how soft they were, encased in what I believed to be the same openwork tights I had tried on in the morning, but they fitted so closely, I could not get fairly at her. However, not to be baffled, I got my fingers inside and split them up, then my lips sought her mossy-covered mount, and my tongue found her hot, moist slit, all dripping with the creamy emission she had already discharged, working its way as she now opened her legs to facilitate my operations.

How eagerly my mouth sucked her c.l.i.toris, which I kept between my lips, as she wriggled with pleasure, and I could feel her hands outside, pressing my head to keep me there--sucking--sucking, I rolled the fleshy morsel in my mouth and t.i.tillated it with my tongue; at the same time, at first one, and then two fingers found their way into her bottom-hole, the muscle of which held them tenaciously, as they frigged her rapidly. "Ah--Oh--Oh, you love of a boy!" I heard her cry. "Frig me, suck me. I'm spending. Oh--Ah!" And a flood of sperm gushed all over my lips and chin, as I swallowed all I could catch in my mouth. I never gave up working on that delicious c.l.i.toris, and even gave little bites now and then, as she reclined backward, sighing each time I slightly relaxed my efforts. "More, more, more, my love!" till at length, mad with desire, I jumped up and rammed my excited p.r.i.c.k into her reeking c.u.n.t, just in time to let her have the benefit of my emission.

My lips and mouth were all covered with sperm, but quite regardless of that she kissed and sucked my lips in the most lascivious manner, keeping my c.o.c.k tightly imprisoned in her tight fitting sheath, which seemed able to take in and keep possession of any sized tool.

A very short time sufficed to start us on again, and another most delicious f.u.c.k rewarded me for all my first loving attentions to her c.u.n.t.

"What a f.u.c.ker you are, Percy; only to think I never had you before to day.--My mouth, my tongue, my bosom, my c.u.n.t, even my a.r.s.e, shall be all your; now I spend--f.u.c.k--shove your b.a.l.l.s into your mother, she is all yours, Percy."

"And how I love to f.u.c.k you, Mamma. My p.r.i.c.k is all for you heavenly c.u.n.t; am I pleasing you, darling mother? Have I learned to f.u.c.k properly? May I dress up in your chemise and drawers again? Do I make a pretty girl?" And I went on, making my p.r.i.c.k revel in that swimming c.u.n.t, till the floodgates of love opened and a rush of my sperm a.s.suaged her burning l.u.s.t for the time. Still she wanted to take my c.o.c.k in her mouth, but as it was limp, I tucked it away between my legs, laughingly pretending to be a girl, as I really knew I had done enough for that day at least.

Thus ended my first day's enjoyment of my Beautiful Mother. In another volume I purpose to write the Further Adventures of a Precocious Boy, and after that go on to the Secret of my Life up to present time.

FINIS

MORE FORBIDDEN FRUIT OR

MASTER PERCY'S PROGRESS

In and beyond

the Domestic Circle

MORE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER

My mother was too wise to allow Mary to sleep in the same room with me after having, as she thought, opened my eyes and allowed me to taste the forbidden fruit of love. That night I was glad to retire early and went to sleep fully believing my usual bed-fellow would lay herself by my side when she returned home with my aunt; but I slept soundly till the next morning and was greatly surprised to find myself alone when I awoke in the morning, and lay for some time wondering how it was--supposing of course they had stayed at my aunt's friends all night. About eight o'clock there was a tap at the door, and I called out "Come in!" and there was Patty all blushes and smiles to say it was nearly breakfast time.

"Here, Patty," I said, holding out my arms to her, "Come and forgive my rudeness to you yesterday. Kiss me; then I shall be sure you do."

"How can I help loving you, Master Percy, after what you did to me?" as she threw her arms round my neck and imprinted a long, burning kiss on my lips.

"You didn't have Mary here last night; your Mamma made her sleep with her last night, and they are not up yet, so I made a pretence to call you. I couldn't get you out of my thoughts all night, you wicked, bad boy. Now you have ruined me."

"My love, how could I help it? You looked so tempting as you lay asleep on the bed," I said, getting one hand up her clothes till it fairly grasped her mossy palpitating love grot.