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Mother’s New Governess Ch. 01

It began as one of those rainy Devon days where one only wished to remain in bed. While the rest of the house snored and stirred, only the servants were up and about, .....well only the servants and young Harry Cory. He'd been up since half past seven and was already dressed, hoping the rain would subside long enough for him to go out and take a few swipes with the butterfly net or possibly do a bit of shooting with the dogs. It was not to be, however.

The rain poured down with stiff British determination that made bones ache just to look at it and think thoughts of hot meals in bed or more time under the covers. Mummy Nature could be a cruel disappointing bitch when she saw fit to be so. She could also be a bit grey and damp.

Harry lived with his Mummy Edwina his older sister Bethany, or "Bess", and his Grand Mah- mah, Rebecca, in a rather comfortable house. It was a lovely old home and it was said that for such a nice abode, Edwina must have been somewhat of a levitation artist because the woman had "no visible means of support" to justify where they lived. Truth be told, the house and Mummy's stipend of income was the result of an "agreement" of sorts.

The agreement had been with Sir William Henry Sedgewick. He was the same Sir William Sedgewick of Cornwall fame whom Edwina had once been employed to; serving as a governess in Sedgewick Manor to the family children following a brief career on the stage as an actress. Mr. Sedgewick's roving eye eventually settled on Edwina and she soon found herself pregnant with with Bess. Edwina was let go from the house but despite the fact that she was no longer employed as a governess, she was retained as Mr. Sedgewick's mistress. Her life could not have become more comfortable.

Sir William set her up in the house in Devon, far away from Cornwall with a generous annual stipend. Money was no object to the lecherous old robber baron. Within less than a year of the birth of Bethany, Harry arrived on the scene. Apparently William had gone for another drink from Edwina's fountain of youth a little too much and the resulting hangover was Harry.

As a youngster, Harry knew his father and he saw Sir William often at birthday's and holidays, but as he grew older, he saw his daddy less and less. This was due in part because the old philanderer was quite busy, both expanding his vast coal and tin holdings and expanding his vast number of illegitimate children through his many mistresses (who more often than not had been employees at the Sedgewick house).

Edwina was comfortable. She had family nearby, she had money, and a house for as long as she lived. She'd brought her mother, and old German jewess to the home a few years before so as to have her mother near her in her autumn years. Despite the fact that she was a mistress she had quite a number of social connections and her reputation had not suffered in the least from the scandal of two children born out of wedlock. It was amazing what a bit of money scattered around like hay in a barn could do to get people to hold their tongues. Most of all, the money bought the silence of Edwina whose stipend looked like a king's ransom even among some well to do circles. Yes, Edwina had it all. Well, to be more precise -she had everything except a man.

This was becoming more of an increasing problem for her. It tormented her with a longing ache and a certain "emptieness", that was spiritual, physical, and geometrical!A vexing tension whittled away at her nerves and many was the time the eighteen year old Harry heard the distressed whisperings and whimpers coming from his mummy's bedroom. On one occasion as he passed by the door on the way to the loo. The door was slightly ajar and he crooked his head slightly so as to expose one eye through the entrance. He was met with a cold shock.

There was mummy, lying atop her bed, a candle burning on the dresser next her being the only light in the room. Edwina was naked except for her stockings and her hands were down at her sex, rubbing and clawing at her dark thatch-work as she heaved hips up to meet her ravaging fingers. Her breathing was labored and heavy, almost asthmatic as she hoarsely whispered,

"Oh yes...YES RIGHT THERE! You know how I like it! It is sooo...bad!" Harry reasoned that she must be asleep as he saw that her eyes were both screwed tightly shut. Her eyes remained closed but she brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean like they were sweeties from the fair! One hand now returned to her sex and the other tweaked her bubbies, first one then the other until both were hard as metal rivets.

Harry thought it best to scurry off to the loo quietly and not wake her. When he returned, he found the door had been closed. He tip toed silently past the door but as he did he hurd more of mummy's tortured whimpers and moans. She was obviously having a fitful night of sleep!

When he returned to his bed, he found he had another problem more urgent than a trip to the loo. His tadger was stiff as a fine for public intoxication and contributing to the delinquency of a farm animal on a Sunday. He did the foul thing that he always did when troubles of this sort arose. He knew it to be sinful and wrong but he needed to go to sleep and well, he was supremely bothered by the vision of his mother thrashing about on her bed. In the end he took the problem "well in hand" just like always but all the randy thoughts he wished to think paled in comparison to the mental tintype photos in his head of Mummy tearing at her sex in her sleep. He did the shameful act in her honor and then dozed off to sleep; careful to keep to the other side of the mattress until things dried!

There were more "incidents" over the next few weeks. This was partially due to Edwina being rather adept at noticing..."things." Edwina noticed Harry had grown tall; big and robust for a lad his age. She noticed his cheekbones; she noticed his hair and his clear skin. She also noticed he was having more and more troubling erections; something that she noticed quite a lot!

She seemed to have the worst luck at accidently walking into his room when he was changing and she took the bloody longest time putting away whatever it was she had in her hands when she came in. Harry wondered why she didn't get the maid to put whatever it was away later. She was being so terribly odd!

In one week she managed to barge into the bath with him in it "by accident" no less than four times; much to his shock and embarrassment, and although she made adequate excuses to her son, she did a bit of leering and looking down at things in the soapy depths of the tub! She even caught a glimpse of his pego on two occasions and imprinted the images into her mind like they were stamped into wet clay. She then retrieved those images late at night in her bedroom, resulting in more thrashing of the bed and mattress against the springs! Harry didnt notice any of these sounds however, his hobbies may have involved butterflies, and hunting, and stamp collecting by day but at night he had a hobby that was alltogether separate once the lights went out - so he didnt here Mummy's vigorous WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! as he was engaged in WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP!s of his own creation.

After one bathing "accident," she was so apologetic and embarrassed that she stayed and despite his protests, scrubbed his back and tummy-tum-tum with the brush and soap. Edwina even went so far as to hold a towel for him and helped him to step from the tub at the end of his bath. She dried him off, taking an inordinate amount of time to wander the towel here, there, and everywhere. By the time she was done toweling him off, he was as dry as bill before Parliament requesting that sealing wax for all governmental correspondance come from only authorised British suppliers, and then only from an approved governmental list that had been ratified by a majority of two thirds in both houses!

Yes she got an eyeful that evening! She then told him to scamper off to bed as she wished to use the tub and didn't wish to waste any water. Good frugal woman, that Edwina! Once she heard him step down the hall and subsequently caught the sound of his bedroom door closing, she called the upstairs made Meredith and asked for fresh towels and that she was not to be disturbed. She did however keep the towel that she had dried Harry with, taking a good strong whiff of it when Meredith closed the door. It would appear that she was greatly effected by the essence; much in the same way as a tabby cat with a little too much catnip, and between what she had both seen and whiffed that evening - the effect was cumulative!

Once the towels came, she shut the door and secured it from the inside. She then stepped out from her robe and into the water. It was still warm enough for a bath and what's more...it had the essence of a man in there! Like a shark following blood, she could smell it.....she could smell HIM! It was so horribly wrong what she wished to do, but her body and limbs ached for some bit of release and ...he was so ...well ........there! He was so ... beautiful! He was so rather on the....... "big" side of things!

She frigged herself rotten in the water; giving her bubbies and cunny a good hard bothering. At the height of her excitement she brought her hand down from her bee stung teats and poked a naughty little finger into her wicked little bum-hole! Oh she was being wicked tonight! She opened her eyes as her inner wave began to crest and it was then and there; amidst the steam, and the soapy water, and his smell, that she saw something. She caught it out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to it.

It floated on the water like a little jelly fish with a bubble above the surface and a trailing snotty tail descending below the surface. Was it?.....Oh dear.... IT WAS! He had been doing here in the tub! No bloody wonder he was always so embarrassed when her head would appear in the doorway!

It drifted to one of her breasts. She scooped the little bit of snotty custard from her bosom and held it up to the light. This was it! It was his seed. It was the seed of the young man whom she had borne eighteen winters prior and now he was grown! Oh how her depraved wicked mind turned, just like the lecherous gears on a clock in a Parisian boudoir!

She held the little white blob to her noise and sniffed it. She detected a brininess within the salty bit of protein slime. That was his scent! He smelled like his father... so handsome and powerful. She would certainly be guilty of all the sins on the calendar for what she would do next.

Yes she was noticing Harry's development and she also noticed she was still a young woman but he was her son - her child! She had born him! Then again, William hadn't been by in months and then it was only for a few hours. She was thirty seven, she had needs, and Harry was right bloody there!

She took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and popped the little bit of salted jellied "bollock chowder" into her mouth and let it dance on her tongue like a little pale oyster before she swallowed. He tasted like his father too – salty but not too much so! Oh dear, it was then that her last bit of resolve having melted like snow on warm bricks! She frigged her cunny and arsehole silly, screaming into a wet washcloth clenched in her teeth in order to muffle her screams of absolute-self-inflicted joy!

Afterwards she was calm, tranquil, and serene. The explosion in her loins following her talented self-abuse had given her not only a moment of peaceful release but also a moment of clarity. She decided sitting there in the tub that the time for waiting had ended! She had satisfied several of her itches and needs with certain ladies within the household (as she was a woman of "dual tastes"), but now her need for male companionship of the most physical kind would simply HAVE to be satiated! But she would need help....and she knew who to speak to about this. Tomorrow the post would go out. How convenient!

It was a week and a half after this incident in the tub that we now find our hero Harry, sitting in the parlor watching the rain as we mentioned earlier in the story. He had his butterfly collection and his bug collection out and he figured if he couldn't get out and swipe something from the bushes with his butterfly net or blast something to furry bits with his gun, then the least he could get at labeling a few specimens. He had his textbooks with their lovely colored pages all out and open on the floor and his pins for sticking the guts of his creepy crawlies were at the ready. Yes, it may seem in stark contrast to what was described earlier but let us just say that this would possibly be the last vestige of domestic tranquility we will see our hero taking part in so I thought I should mention it. The stage was set...it was a rainy day. He was inside, and his Mummy had done some wickedly methodical planning as you soon will read.

A few days prior a guest had arrived; that being his Aunt Lucinda, or "Auntie Lucy." She was two years older than Edwina and shhe brought with her Harry's cousin Mabel, her daughter, who was nineteen and the same age as Harry's older sister Bethany. Bess and Mabel seemed to get along famously from the start and they immediately moved to the sitting room and began to discuss all manner of things that were completely tiring and boring to a young man so he welcomed their absence. Harry found the conversations of women, tedious at times and he often wondered if they thought at all or if they simply prattled on all day about shoes, and dresses and other nonsense that he couldn't make any sense of.

He did not however escape female conversation completely; no -not by a country mile! Edwina took him by the arm and escorted him and her sister Lucinda into the parlor. Auntie Lucy wasn't exactly the unfriendly sort, but she was tall and serious. She had a pleasant enough face but she had bit of an aura about her that made Harry a bit on edge. Very judgemental and critical she was.

He'd seen it before; stern schoolmasters with rulers ready to rap him on the knuckles had given him that look. Once or twice a particularly judgmental minster had worn the same expression as he lectured Harry sternly on one perceived evil or another. No, Harry was a bit wary of his aunt, (which is why he felt a cold chill up his spine when his mother sat him down and explained in detail, the reason for his Auntie Lucy's visit).

"A GOVERNESS!" he blurted out, completely aghast and shocked, " REALLY? Mummy are you sure?"

"Oh far more than sure," said Edwina, "in fact it's final! I paid your Auntie Lucy a visit last week and convinced her that this summer it would be a grand idea for her to live with us and tutor you and your sister along with Mabel before you set-off out into the world. It will give you some lovely polish."

"But Mummy," Harry protested, "I don't think I need any polish!"

"HARRY!" came the icy rebuke from his Aunt Lucy, "Your mother who is still the lady of this house has in fact spoken and this is not up for discussion!" Harry looked down and saw that she tapped a rattan cane in her hand. Her eyes looked at him like some serpent that would gobble him up in one bite if he so much as uttered one more word. He was completely intimidated by the beastly look upon her face and so prudence being stronger than his sense of howling protest; he simply stared defeated at his shoes saying,

"Yes." A meeker "yes" had never been uttered from his lips until then. He had no idea what he had just said yes to. It's quite possible however,that had he'd known, he would have said "yes," all the same but with much more enthusiasm and vigor!



Lucinda started the children off with some discussions of mathematics and the sciences the following day. All three children proved quite adept at their studies and Auntie Lucy soon decided on the second day that she should immediately move to discussions of Natural History and the Greek Classics. She set about having Harry and the girls reading passages from of all things, Oedipus Rex. Harry found it all interesting but he still wondered to himself why all the fuss? Daddy would pull strings surely enough to get him into a proper College and he had achieved high marks in school. Was all this really necessary? Oh well, he guessed...Mummy must have just been making sure and had not wished for his brains to go to mush sitting on his laurels.

He HAD noticed something odd however. It had happened on the first two days of lessons and then it happened again on the third day. His Auntie Lucy had assembled several books for discussion and reading in the drawing room and they would work the lessons through a good part of the mornings. Then after lunch the ladies (to include his Mummy, Auntie and Grand Mah Mah) would take both girls out on walks upon which he was somehow left out of the company.

He was merely left alone in the house with the dogs to entertain himself as he saw fit. The women would return form these excursions, quite winded and out of breath but they seemed to be highly energized and talkative all the same. His mummy and his grandmother in particular were chatty and merry! They were to a word, downright affectionate! Very odd. Who cared, he figured, so long as there were happy ladies about the house!

On the third days lesson he also noticed that besides reading again from ole' "Oedipussy Rexxy" his Auntie had some other literature stacked next to the reading chairs. They had come from his mother's sitting room and he'd never really paid them much attention. It was rare that he ever even went into that room at all, for that matter. As his sister was reading a passage from the book in her lap, and Harry and Mabel jotted notes on paper, Bess's foot accidently kicked the stack of tomes; which promptly fell to the floor. Harry, gentleman that he was, scampered after them to return them to an orderly stack. When he did, he was shocked as he looked at the colored leaves within one of the open tomes.

There before Harry on the pages were several lurid images of men and women, naked as the day of their birth, frolicking and reveling in the most outlandish of lewd and lascivious positions. He saw twosomes, threesomes, foursomes - and moresomes! He saw the nude human form twisted and retwisted in so many ways as to defy his very comprehension. His pego immediately twitched beneath his trousers. Was he seeing what he was seeing?

"It is the Kama Sutra Harry," his Auntie Lucy explained upon seeing his look, "it's an ancient religious text of supreme historical value. We shall be discussing it in the days ahead, yes?"

"Yes," Harry said going crimson in the face, "quite so. The Kama Sutra." He set the books back into the stack and sat down, retrieving his pencil. A problem now vexed him. His randy little pego would simply not go down. It was noticed by his auntie and by his sister and cousin who said nothing however his normally dour aunt's face changed slightly. It was more of a flash across her visage, like a dog who'd seen a bit of raw meat hit a butcher's stall floor or a hawk that had spied something furry scuttling around a grassy hill below it! Harry saw none of this but simply put his head down over his paper and took notes; trying to make "it" bloody well go down!

That night he did the foul thing again. That night he also ended up sleeping to one side of the bed. In the middle of the night, he roused himself with the need for a tinkle and trotted down the hall to the loo. He passed by Mummy's door again. He heard great commotion once more. Mummy must be having a bad time sleeping again. Poor thing!

He tip toed by her door and as he stepped two paces past it he thought he heard another woman's voice inside. That of his cousin Mabel. No, he thought,...she is sleeping down the hall in Auntie Lucy's bed. Don't be a fool Harry...must be a mistake.
He then passed by his Auntie's room. He heard a similar commotion. "Lucy must be a tempestuous sleeper as well," he reasoned. As he got two steps down from the door, he thought he heard his sister's giggle. No, a trick of the head. It couldn't be. Her room is way down the hall!

He made his way to the loo, did his business, and returned to his bed, (staying clear of that awful sticky spot). He slept. He began to dream. In his dream world he could use the restorative power of his nightly adventures to recharge his mind; fighting pirates, finding buried treasure, and discovering rare butterflies. His dreams however were filled with the strangest of images. A room inside the house had been festooned with pillows and cushions. Music of a strange oriental variety played by an unseen party of musicians in the alcove.

In one corner stood the upstairs maid, Meredith. She had prepared a hookah pipe and was standing naked to the waist in a set of harem pantaloons puffing on it and making perfect "O"s while she waited for Harry. He walked into the room and she offered it to him.

He took a deep cleansing drag as she fondled her large goblet sized breasts before him. He set the pipe in its holder and she took him to the center of the room. She dropped her pantaloons and got on all fours, naked and fleshy as a freshly plucked goose. His Auntie Lucy appeared next to him; not stern or dour, but beaming with encouragement!

"Take her!" she urged him with a smile and a nudge to his ribs. She opened her crimson and green oriental robes and dropped them to the floor, saying again to her nephew, "take her! She is here for your pleasure. Mount-up my sweet!" Harry suddenly found himself naked. It was if his clothes had evaporated completely. He walked up to Meredith's upturned bum and skewered her on his pego. The maid shrieked in a yelp of pleasure and excitement. He grasped her by the hips and thrust hard up into her!

Harry awoke lying on his tummy. His dream had tormented his mind and churned his loins into a supreme state of agitation. He still remembered his dream and thought that if it was good to be the King, it was bloody well marvelous to be the Sultan! He did the wicked deed again, careful to keep things on the other side of the bed. He slept.



In the night it began to rain. It was a heavy pouring rain that hung like a blanket over everything in the Devon blackness. It was still raining hard in the morning when Harry was sticking pins in his little multi legged friends; fresh from the killing jars. He had just put a label next to a particularly beautiful blue green moth after impaling it like he was a Romanian Prince thwarting a Turkish invasion when he heard a voice behind him, "Good morning Harry!"

It was Auntie Lucy. He set his bug collection down and looked at the clock. She probably was set to get cracking early.

"Oh don't worry Harry," Auntie Lucinda reassured him, "we won't be putting noses in books today." He sighed a bit from relief and she chuckled at him. She then put a hand to the side of his head and brushed his hair with it.

"I do think that there will be some lessons however, but not what you were expecting. First let's get up these books and put away all these lovely butterflies!" In no time, books and butterflies found their way up to the shelf with very little effort. Harry's auntie then took him by the hand, leading him past the black Jamaican downstairs maid, Drusilla.

"Drusilla," Auntie Lucy said, "Harry is to take a bath this morning. See that he is not disturbed until he is done. He is getting a bit of a chill I think from this absolutely vile weather." The Jamaican woman nodded her head but she thought he looked fine. She shrugged her shoulders and set about her work; grateful that she didn't have to be picking up his bugs and messes this morning!

Harry began to protest that he felt perfectly fine, but Auntie put a finger to his lips and for an instant her stern visage returned. It was the briefest flash of correction but it was sufficient to make him clam up and do as he was told. At the top of the stairs his auntie explained to him,

"Today's lesson is about health, relaxation, and hygienic prevention. You do know what I speak of?" His answer was cut short as she continued,

"I think with this weather, one cannot be too careful. Wouldn't you agree?" She stopped at Edwina's bedroom door and knocked. Harry answered her question.

"Of course Auntie, but why are we not heading down to the loo in the hall? See here, I think I can bathe mysel..." He was again shushed with a finger to his lips but this time the woman's face was not stern, only smiling. A voice from inside said, "DO COME IN!"

It was mummy and her voice seemed to be coming from her master bath. Apparently she was preparing things for him. In a way, she had!

Upon entering the room with Harry Aunt Lucinda bid him to remove his bathrobe and pajamas. He protested,

"But I..."

"Not to worry," Auntie Lucy corrected him," undressing in front of a Governess is like undressing in front of a doctor or a tailor fitting you for a new suit! There is nothing I haven't seen." Still Harry protested with, "But I..." and a stern voice shot from inside the bath in the next room,

"HENRY CORY! DO AS YOUR GOVERNESS TELLS YOU!" It was mummy and she sounded quite cross! She'd called him Henry too and not Harry...this was bloody serious! Odd thing though, had he heard her sloshing about in the tub? No, that couldn't be. He was the one who should be taking the bath, correct? Oh never mind Harry, it was trick of acoustics or some such fiddle-faddle that he heard! He was certain of this. He stepped out of his things and his Auntie gathered them up in her arms.

He was now naked as the day of his arrival on earth. He was a little perplexed by what was occurring but he decided to step off smartly alongside Auntie and get this silly lesson in hygienics (or whatever it bloody well was), out of the way..... in the hopes he could stick a few more pins in his bug collection!

He got to the doorway and his mouth dropped to the floor. Sitting in the bath was his mummy. She wasn't preparing the bath for him; she was in it and she beckoned for him to join her!

Harry looked first to Mummy and then to Auntie, not knowing what to do. Mummy continued to beckon with her finger. Auntie nodded and said, "Go on Harry. It's alright. It's time!"

Harry stepped over the rim of the clawfoot slipper tub. When Mummy was given the house, Sir William (or bathing Billy as he was called), presented her the home with a modification. It seems bathing Billy loved the bath. He spent hours in his tub at Sedgewick Manor and he did everything in the bath. He shaved, he read the paper, he dictated correspondence, he read books, he ate meals, played chess by mail, he took his brandy; all in the bath. Once in a great while he fell asleep there too!

Sir William thought the modern clawfoot bath epitomized civilized society and he saw it as proof that the Empire had a right to its supremacy. He had all the main bedrooms and guestrooms in his manor house outfitted with oversized clawfoot tubs that could hold a large person plus two or three more! Actually, oversized might be putting it somewhat mildly. It was unconfirmed but there were sources at the time that said the large tubs with their garish gold trim could hold Billy, two bottles of champagne, three ladies of normal proportions (four providing corsets were tight enough), and a floating box of cigars.

Yes he did everything in his bath...and everyone apparently! That was how Edwina became great with child in the first place. It was also how she became a great aficionado of the bath and the act of bathing. The experience left her "imprinted" as it were, and she often wasted hours in her own tub, thinking of Sir William and what might have been, all while letting her hands wander down beneath the surface of the soapy water and bubbles for a little "self-dredging" of her little pink harbor!

The only difference was now it appeared Edwina would be getting some "new and youthful" excavation equipment to dig out her pink channel beneath the soapy depths. By the looks of things she might even be getting the ole' canal widened a bit by it all! She simply just loved civil engineering projects and the arrival of the heavier equipment on the project site was most certainly welcomed! She didn't regret her decision in the least regarding changing out the manning for the job!

Harry now stood in the steamy warmth of the clawfoot bath. The water was up past his ankles and halfway to his knees. As bathtubs went, it was most-certainly spacious; much bigger than the one in the hallway loo.

He had remembered as a very young lad bathing in this enormous monstrosity and he thought it "big" then. Standing in it now, he noticed that it hadn't changed at all in that respect, for it was enormous. He guessed it large enough for him and at least five more people. He crouched to sit down only to be corrected by his Auntie,

"Remain standing Harry," Lucinda said with an air of authority that reminded him a bit of an angry policeman, "and place your hands on top of your head with your fingers interlaced!"

"Really," he said, "I don't see how it could..." He was interrupted by a stinging CRACK to his bumcheeks which caused him to howl in pain with a loud YEEOOOOOOOOOWWWW! He felt a searing heat and wondered what on earth had just struck him. A second later he had his answer as Auntie Lucy held in front of his nose, the rattan cane she had brought with her three days earlier.

Auntie Lucy's face changed and became tranquil (almost kind), in stark contrast to the hornet sting she had just inflicted across his arse. He saw that despite her expression, she was deadly serious and he did as told; interlacing his fingers over his thick black head of hair while his Mummy crouched on all fours down in the water, looking at him with a pleasant smile over her shoulders.

"Now then," said Auntie Lucy, "I am going to ask you some very specific questions as part of this lesson." She said this in a soothing voice that dripped honey and she gave him that same gentle loving smile.

"In order for your release and relaxation to be complete," she continued, "and your cleansing to be thorough; you must be absolutely truthful. I will not stand for lying little boys!"

"No Ma'am," he answered "no lies at all!"

"Good," she said placing the cane against his bare bum so that he could feel its intimidating knobby touch, "my first question is simple. ..... Did you not get up a few weeks past in the middle of the night and go to the loo?"

"I did Auntie," he answered.

"And did you not," she continued, "walk down the hallway past your mummy's room and see her door ajar?"

"Yes...on one night I did."

"Good, and Harry what did you see?" she asked in a whisper with her eyes coming together in a squint.

"I saw Mummy, sleeping."

"You saw her sleeping?" she said with a condescending tone of barely concealed derision, "And was she sleeping soundly?"

"No," he answered, "she was moaning and talking in her sleep."

"And was Mummy clothed?" she asked. He became uneasy. How much did she already know?

"N-n-no," he stammered, "she was naked accept for her stockings?"

"I see," Lucy said, "and did she do anything else? Did she do THIS?" Lucinda nodded with her head to her sister. Edwina demonstrated sinking one hand down and under her belly to rub and vex her furry pink sex; not three feet from her son with her arse high off the water! She moaned and screwed her eyes shut and ran her tongue across her lips saying, "Oooohhh yes...just like that...oh just like that please!" and other things to that affectation. Harry immediately understood. He nodded his head -far too bashful to speak.

"And," continued Auntie Lucy never raising her voice but speaking with the same loving smile and patient tone that became more ominous and accusatory with each word, "you watched her didn't you? You watched her you naughty wicked little boy! You went to the loo...and then you went to your room. You got back in your bed....and you sinned! You sinned thinking about your mother! You rubbed and abused yourself and you did a foul deed in your bed to yourself, YES?" By the time she was finished speaking she sounded like an old judge seething at a convict in the dock who was about to receive the harshest of penalties but she never raised her voice. She let intimidation and Harry's own uneasiness do the rest.

"NO!" blurted Harry alarmed by how the questions had turned, "NO I WENT TO SLEEP!"

"Went to sleep?" asked Auntie Lucy stepping back for a moment to hamper of dirty clothes, "then how do you explain THIS?" She reached into the laundry items and held aloft his sheets like a semen encrusted battle flag for all to see!

Yellow protein-splotch circles betrayed his releases over the course of several nights. Auntie Lucy then held up several articles of bed clothing and night shirts; all encrusted with dried foul crust of wasted seed. There was only one man in this house who could have wasted it too! Harry was caught and he felt the door to a trap slam shut behind him. He stared at the water, not able to look up and feeling horrid, horrid shame. Lucy returned to the edge of the tub.

She placed the cane back against his bum and with her free hand, she grasped his penis in a vice-like grip. Curiously it was rising already. The sting on his arse had stirred something down in the depths of his balls and then the sight of his mother's self-abuse demonstration combined with fear had agitated him to a certain degree of "readiness". Now he was terrified that his aunt would rip his tadger out by the roots and he winced in pain. Mummy had stopped and turned around onto her back simply watching him now. Finally she spoke and provided him with an explanation.

"Oh Harry," Mummy said, "I wasn't sleeping darling. I was awake and dealing with a need, a vile wicked need of mine! You understand yes?.... I mean; we all have our needs!...You DO understand me?" He nodded a speechless and humble "yes" to her rationalizations, but then his aunt (who now held his cock in her talon), interrupted the tender moment of forgiveness with,

"That still does not diminish the fact that you watched you mother and you lusted for her!" Her voice was now harsh, loud, and judgmental.

"NO!" he replied.

"Liar!" his aunt spat back, "You lie like all naughty little fellows who see their mummies and wish to do wickedry with them! They then sneak off to a dark little corner someplace and commit beastly acts upon themselves! How did you do it, like this?" She partially released pressure on his shaft and her hand began to caress him with gentle sustained strokes of his cockie between her thumb and two fingers. Harry felt a mixture of shock and horror and pleasing sensation all at once. He blurted out,

"Mummy mummy! Auntie Lucy is..." he was interrupted by Edwina who immediately understood his panic and assured him.

"I know dearest! I know," she said, "it feels nice doesn't it? Yes of course it does! Just relax and let Auntie Lucy give you a good cleansing and release!" Edwina sat back against the rear of the tub and placed both bare feet above the rim. Her legs were now spread wide and she raised her bum nearly clear of the water. She reached one hand down to her sex and one hand up to her bubbies and began to torture and self-abuse; all while looking into the bewildered eyes of the son who had been born through the very sex she was now tormenting with her fingertips!

"But Mummy," he protested, "it is so wrong! Auntie is your sister! I am her nephew!"

"Yes," said Edwina in agreement as her hands worked her naughty bits in a lewd and coordinated staccato, "but wrong things in the correct measure can be so wonderfully right! Now allow your auntie to proceed with your lesson dearest." She now bit her lip and closed her eyes as she achieved a pace and pressure that she'd sought for. She then opened her eyes and locked them on Harry's.

Lucy's hand was now a blur on the cock. Her eyes were riveted upon his face and her teeth clenched. She was now feeling a certain degree of foul excitement and her nostrils flared in anticipation. She brought the cane back for a windup and continued to shag him with her whirring hand. Harry felt now only waves of shameful pleasure. His auntie was wanking him and he was giving in to it!

She brought the cane forward with a splitting CRACK! Harry half howled half whimpered as the hot hornet sting found its mark across his rump! Lucy felt his cock throb and leap in her hand. "Yes! He is one of us," she thought out loud, "I can feel it in this cock. How it jumps and throbs so!" She stepped back again from him as he watched her eyes for a moment, uncertain if he had received a reprieve. It was not to be.

Lucy simply unfastened her buttons and soon the dress fell to the tiled floor. She stood in her naughty underthings and pantaloons which were open at the crotch as was the fashion of the time. She rubbed herself "down there" for a minute. She stared into his eyes and down at his throbber. She pouted her mouth with gritted hissing teeth as if the sight of her nephew's erect phallus and his naive countenance was some powerful stimulant she had taken in.

A half minute later and pantaloons and unmentionables were lying in a great lacy heap around her ankles. All she wore now were her modest jewelry and her black high buttoned shoes. She stepped forward and took his veiny member in her hand.

She now frigged at him with renewed fervor with the same teeth-clenched hissing pout upon her face. Harry looked at Mummy doing ghastly things to herself in the steamy water and then back to his Auntie with her lustful expression. It was all so horrid and bestial, and wonderful for him at the same time!

Lucy half turned to him. She brought one of his hands down from his head but told him to keep the other right where it was and not to move a muscle until she said so. She then redirected his fingers, placing them at the black furry bit of thatch between her legs while she kept on wanking him. She then brought up the cane from the side of the tub and placed it across his bum; resting it atop his buttocks.

"Frig me!" Lucy said in a raspy whisper. Her nostrils flared and her breasts heaved like a horse's rump at a gallop. She tapped his bum with the cane like a pencil upon a desk, and her hand remained a blur on his cock.

"Frig me!" she said again in the same raspy whisper but with more intensity, as if there was a fire in her loins and she needed his hand to smother it! He began to move his fingers around and she closed her eyes for a few moments. His hand traveled down through curly black wires of hair until he found a warm fleshy slit. He pushed against it and he looked back at Mummy and her lascivious self-abusings.

He could see Mummy's pink sex yawning open like the mouth of one who was about to fall asleep in a very comfy chair. He didn't quite know what to do with his fingers, but as he watched Mummy do her wickedry to herself; he judged that the same should feel nice to Auntie Lucy. He kept an eye on his mother's quim caresses and transferred those movements to his Aunt's warm wicked pit of mystery!

His fingertips found a crease of meaty flaps of tissue, (somewhat swollen and engorged like a pair of puffy folded lips). Mummy had separated hers apart but this took a bit more doing with Auntie. His touch now found more delicate flaps of flesh beneath the puffy folds and Auntie let out a whispered AAAHHH upon his discovery of them. Her hand continued to frig upon him with the same pace but with deeper and more forceful ardor. He kept his eyes upon the demonstration model presented by Mummy's sex and noticed the inner flaps looked something like the rare Indian Lotuses she and Grandmammah grew and raised in the rose garden. From this, it dawned on him why gardening was such a secret passion for some!
Edwina's hand left her terribly tortured and tormented titty nubs and now she snaked it down her belly to join up with her other hand and work them both wickedly as a team effort between her legs. She splayed her pink petals apart and now focused one hand on a curious little hooded button of a "something or ruther" at the top of her blossom.

Harry searched around and after a brief poke here and a slight prod there; touched upon the stubby little hooded button of Auntie Lucy. She let out a heartfelt HOOOOOOOHHH and momentarily closed her eyes to allow herself to become accustomed to the sensation. Her hips bucked slightly at his hand and when she opened her eyes she said in her whisper,

"Yesssss, thats it Harry. Very .......gooood!" Lucinda's hand now matched the speed at which Harry caressed her, and he was intent on matching the speed at which his mum Edwina inflicted upon herself. Mummy Edwina meanwhile matched the pace at which she saw Lucinda's hand work on Harry. It could be said that all three were now pacing their rubs against the ardor of the others around them. The activity became a collective runaway engine of passion with everyone's zeal driving and pushing everyone else who was present to only churn faster and harder with vigor and ardor!

Harry now kept his "fingering focus" on that naughty little button in Auntie Lucy's damp little nook that lay beneath her coal black thatch of pubic wire. He still could not see the target of his attentions but he could feel it clearly; swollen and throbbing much like his pego in her whirring hand except for the fact that it felt no bigger than an oversized cherrystone. With every brush of his digits upon the naughty nub, Lucy seemed to become more and more agitated in a positive way! Where before he saw rage and condemnation for his filthy inclinations, he now saw a different sort of expression in her face. It still looked a bit like rage, only there was a smile in front of it and what's more; it was accompanied by soft words of encouragement from the terrifying woman with her horrid cane!

"Yessss Harry," Lucy hissed, "does this foul thing we do give you pleasure? .....Ohhhh and do not stop! ....Well, does it? Does this filthy wicked thing we do feel nice to you?" Harry was perplexed. Of course it felt nice but he didn't know quite what to say. He could be right or he could be wrong with his answer and the prospect of a wrong answer might mean more of the cane.

"No," he answered meekly, the lie etched across his face like scratches upon glass.

"LIAR!!!!" Auntie Lucy suddenly thundered and she brought back the cane and with a SWOOSH CRACK it landed across his backside. Harry howled at the ceiling in another agonized YEEEEOOOOOOOOOOW of pain and shame at being caught at lying by his auntie once more! Oddly enough, he felt horrible burning from the kiss of the cane but at the same time there was another rush of goodness that he felt in his core and his loins that traveled up inside his pego! His Auntie Lucy continued her interrogation,

"And I suppose you have only," she said, "been using the bath down the hallway for cleaning and bathing, is that not correct?"

"Yes," he said again not certain how she could know about that other thing he did and he took the chance at telling another untrue answer.

"LIAR!!!!" Lucy thundered again and brought the cane back across his bum, producing another tortured howl from her nephew! A tear trickled down his cheek from his right eye and oddly enough another tear trickled from the end of his pego as a bit of pre-ejaculate made its presence known. Auntie Lucy paused in her pounding of his pego and caught the wayward drop on her fingertips before it had a chance to fall. She popped it in her mouth and tasted it. It appeared as though she was sampling some bit of savory sauce prepared for a main course and she let her tongue finish with it before she swallowed it down the ole' hatch saying,

"Mmmmmm Edwina, your son is so wonderfully yummy!" Mummy in the tub nodded her naughty noggin in lewd agreement and kept up her lusty self-caresses. Harry stopped finger frigging Lucy for the briefest of moments and her face grew black as a storm cloud again. She grabbed his throbber and wanked him with renewed fervor shouted,

"DID I SAY STOP?" She brought the cane back for another CRACK at his backside producing a loud howling NOOOOOOO from Harry who now had tears in both eyes preparing to stream down his face!

"That is correct! No one told you to stop! Get cracking!" Harry did as he was explicitly ordered to do and his fingers resumed "stirring her soup" as it were! He noticed that as soon as they touched her pulsing nub, her face lost some of its severity. Her nostrils began to flare again but her eyes closed for a moment as if a soothing balm had just been applied to her countenance and demeanor. She sighed for a moment and then her eyes opened and she resumed her line of interrogation.

"I am being perfectly lenient thus far Harry. Under normal circumstances I should have worn out the cane on the first untruth. Now again, in the bath did you do the abhorrent thing?"

"Yes," came Harry's feeble and defeated reply.

"Good," Lucy answered, "you see Edwina; he CAN be truthful with the proper guidance and discipline! Of course your mummy has known of this bath time abomination of yours! You have been committing it for the past few weeks. She even saw the evidence floating like sea foam in your bathwater!" Harry was open mouthed and horror struck. His heart filled with the most shameful of shame yet! His aunt had transformed herself from judge, to skillful prosecuting attorney in the wink of an eye. Despite his shock he kept moving his hand as he blurted out,

"What? Nooo!"

"MORE LIES!" bellowed Auntie Lucy whose face flashed back to its stormy rage once again! He'd done it now; nothing would save him from what was about to occur!

As her hand continued to churn his butter, she bit her lip and brought the cane back and then forward several time SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! Harry let out a continous stream of howls and tears streamed down his face like a salty spring.

He looked into his mummy's face to see her smiling lewdly as she continued her self-agitations and stared back at him. He turned his head to look into his Auntie's face for mercy; only to see her visage of stern retribution behind a teeth clenched sneer. The SWOOSH CRACKs of the cane and Auntie Lucy's ferocious tugging at his tormented tadger continued until he could stand it no longer. He blurted out at the top of his lungs,

"YEOOOOOOOOOWWWW! (sob) OH YES I DID IT I ADMIT TO EVERYTHING! (sob)EVERYTHING! I DID THAT BAD THING WHEN I WAS WASHING!" Lucy caught her breath. Her cruel look drifted away like a whisp of smoke on a stiff breeze, while her hand continued to row and scull at his now ramrod stiff oar of veiny-meat that throbbed and pulsed at her touch.

"Yessss," said Auntie Lucy, "is that not much better! Don't you feel cleaner for having come to your senses and confessed what you have done?"

"I do Auntie Lucy," he replied in between fits of pitiful blubbering, "I truly do! I most humbly apologize to Mummy and to you! I assure you that I shall never do such bad things ever again!" He continued the digital agitation of his auntie's button because she had yet to tell him to cease but he was completely through with fibbing or quibbling! A look of shock registered on the faces of both women who continued to keep their hands busy at their assigned torrid tasks but who now looked at each other as if Harry had perhaps missed a point of order.

"Oh my dear Harry," his mummy said, "on the contrary; my sister Lucy and I will help you!"

"But," he said, "those things I did were bad? You even said so!"

"Noooo you silly goose," Mummy explained, "I think we used words like vile, naughty, foul, bestial and what else Lucy?"

"I think I used the word abomination, and perhaps a few others...but never bad!" said Lucy whose face had warmed completely now as her hand continued to play rough tugs of war against his wicked willy while his fingers returned the favor on her naughty nub.

"But don't you understand," Mummy explained, "you need to cleanse yourself of you secrets."

"It is the first step," Auntie Lucy chimed in merrily, "in this lesson of cleansing hygenics. The second step is release."

"It is important to keep no secrets in an arrangement like ours," Mummy said.

"A-um....arrange....did you say arrangement?" Harry babbled, his eyes still wet with tears but now the smart and sting in his arse was being replaced by a wonderful ache in his loins curtesy of his auntie's talented tadger tugging.

"Well," Auntie Lucy suggested, "if you don't like the word arrangement, perhaps you might prefer understanding or agreement perhaps, yes? Your mummy, myself, and other members of this house have enjoyed understanding arrangements and agreements in this house ever since you grandpapa passed away when we were your age. Those arrangements and agreements have stood in place ever since in one form or another. You do find arrangements, understandings and agreements to be to your liking, yes?"

"You see Harry," Mummy continued, "I was hoping to establish an understanding with you the night you passed by my door. My heart was up in my mouth and I was waiting. That was why it was left ajar...oh no, I wasn't sleeping in the least, (giggle) I was waiting." Harry's mouth hung open like a cod's at the realization! Mummy continued,

"You skipped off to the loo, I figured you lost heart or possibly your ardor, and I figured I'd have to try again some other night. I shut the door and finished the job. I actually heard you return to the door and pause, but then you departed down to your room; much to my disappointment! I feared I had actually frightened you."

"Oh no Mummy," Harry replied, "you hadn't. I really did honestly think you were having bad dreams and felt it best not to wake you!"

"Yes," Edwina replied, "I can see that now. I must admit I began to lose my courage then as well. After the last incident in the bath when I found your little telltale species of jellyfish, I decided to enlist the help of your Auntie Lucy who is somewhat an expert and mentor in such matters. She was a mentor for me at your age when she awakened me!" Harry stared now in disbelief but he nodded comprehending what this was all about.

He heard the horrid evil cane drop to the tile floor as Lucy now ran her hand across the stripes along his bum to sooth the stings with comforting flourishes. Her other hand continued a lewd and vigorous wanking blur on his pego! She then brought his head to her bosom as a sort of comforting pillow and bid him to watch his mum and to - FOR HEAVENS SAKE NOT STOP WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH HIS HAND! He complied happily and somewhat relieved that her storm had passed; despite the fact that the rain outside had increased in intensity. Things of course were increasing in intensity in and around the tub as well!

Mummy's hand now splayed the flaps back on her lovely blossom for him to see and with her free hand she strummed at her little hooded bean. As legumes go, it was large enough a bean so that when she peeled back the little hood she was able to put her thumb and forefinger around it and give herself a merry little wank to match the one her dear Harry was receiving from his Auntie Lucy. He tried to parrot the same movement on his auntie but her legs were a bit too close together so he merely continued his ole' pokey-strokey of her button as she masturbated him closer and closer to a familiar sensation that he had already created on his own loins many times before. The wondrous thing now, was that the hand of a woman was executing the rude strokes. Oh JOY!

His pokes n' prods upon his aunt were now having a cumulative affect and her hand came up from his bum to tweak and pinch at her nipples. She now had the rhythm and the pressure and the sensation she needed. Lucy now had one more urgent request for him. More of a demand really if you get down to it.

"Kiss me Harry! KISS ME HARD!" Their lips rushed together and she smelled his scent and he hers. Their hands continued their mutual sexual agitations but now the two were fused together, aunt to nephew, mouth to mouth in a glorious kiss worthy of any romantic artist's brush! He felt like he was being happily skewered at the mouth by her probing and wicked cow tongue as the large pink organ slewed around in his mouth like it might build a nest in there! Lucy felt her inner tremor rise and she began a low moan into his lips. It was a moan that became a wail, and finally a sob straight into his open mouth!

Lucy broke her mouth away from his and howled at the ceiling much as he had moments before under the crack of the cane; only this shout was a cry of total surrender to joy! His diddling fingers suddenly were splashed by warm broth as she howled again at the ceiling plaster in a loud and heartfelt OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!

Her cunny splashed beads of hot dew down down her legs and then onto the floor tiles. Still shaking like a newborn colt from the force of her crescendo, she pushed his hand away from her sex as her orgasm subsided. She stepped with unsteady legs into the tub directly between Harry and his mummy and squatted down before him, her bum barely touching the water. She took her nephew's cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him his first demonstration of fellatio while his mummy stroked on and looked on! It was a practical exercise of sorts and the student was part of demonstration obviously. Learning can be such blasted fun!

Harry took a chance and without being told ran his hands through his Aunt Lucy's hair and snarled his fingers into her black curls. He grabbed the back of her head and as she sucked him like a nursing calf, he rocked his loins into her delightfully bobbing noggin. He looked beyond his aunt for a moment and he saw Mummy look at him and nod, licking her lips in approval. He was doing so well with his lesson! Ahhh the things that make mummy's so very proud!

Harry felt it now rising up from his balls; good and strong! Auntie Lucy's mouth was just so warm and good! He would gladly brave the cane a hundred times if only to feel this wonderful sensation of her mouth upon his cock again. She impaled her head upon his pego now; aiming for that empty spot in the back of her throat that she always imagined existing and that she always longed to fill! Several strokes of the back of her throat on his penis and Harry's face became a tortured mask of ecstasy and pent up male pressure that was surging to the surface! Lovely hydraulics were at work now and soon he would not be able to stop what was about to happen; even if his life had depended on it!

His mummy in the tub bucked her hips hard against her frigging fingers. Her other hand found her cunny hole and plowed her fingers one, two, three, and four into the sopping pink tunnel while her other hand ravaged her hooded clitoris with dancing fingers and thumb! Her eyes locked on his for barely an instant but it was enough! Edwina now inspired by her son's imminent release exploded in a howling scream of AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH as her pink flower hole began to spill her salty brine into the tub and splash forward from her frigging fingers on her sister's wriggling rump!

That was all Harry needed to see. The mouth on his penis and the squirtations of his naughty screaming mummy pushed him over the edge! In a hoarse roar of AAAAAAGGGHHHHHRRRRRRRR, he blew a piping hot load of chap chowder into his auntie's gobbler! As he thrashed his head from side to side and blubbered for the shear filthy joy of it all, his wicked auntie swallowed her first hot drink of the day.

"Edwina was quite right," she thought to herself, "he does taste like Sir William!" I shall explain perhaps another day dear readers when there is more time. You understand of course, yes?

In the bottom of the tub the three sat, Mummy in the back, and Auntie and her dear nephew taking up a position in the front; resting and reflecting. The three bodies rolled in the swirling waves and fog of the bath like they were the hulks of three great warships after a violent naval engagement had occurred and now they were just gently rocking in the post action bliss and haze of it all.

Lucy's hand jerked absentmindedly at Harry's his cockie in the water and steam for several minutes afterwards. It was really more playing with a toy than trying to get it to do anything. She was like a silly cat that had just found a rubber mouse. She giggled and kept her own council while she fiddled with his spent member. Finally she announced to Harry that his initial cleansing was over.

"Initial cleansing?" said Harry as his pego began to rise again. Her fiddles had obviously reloaded his bollocks and now his gun battery would be ready to fire shortly. His Auntie Lucy began to suck him to new hardness while his mummy explained.

"Yes Harry," she said with love and expectation in her eyes, "I was afraid you would spout too soon with me so we let Auntie Lucy rub and suck out the first merry spoutings. You wouldn't want to blow your steam engine too soon and spoil Mummy's fun would you?" He shook his head and she shook her head with him.

"Good," said Mummy tapping her sister on the bum, "I suspect I can now have a good proper cleansing bath with my fine young man!" Lucy came up for air nodding her head in agreement. Below her was Harry's sea serpent, breeching its angry head from the water and ready to go again.

Harry changed spots with his Auntie in the vastness of the lovely clawfoot bathtub. Auntie Lucy took up a position at the foot of the tub facing the other two with her legs apart and her hands set to bother her sex and bubbies. The water was still nice and warm. The rain outside had never let up. It was the sound of rain pattering on the window panes and on the roof above that roared in Harry's ears as Mummy shifted back against the rear of the sloping slipper shaped bath and Harry advanced to join her in some "good clean fun." Hygiene after all is such an important lesson for a young gentleman to learn!

To Be Continued Dear Readers if You Vote it To Be So!

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Aug 25, 2018 in blowjob

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