Madame Couer-Brulant - The Cousins,volume II

“You have really never…”

“No! To have a woman in a boy's college… it's impossible.”

“And other things…”

“Not that, either! The temptation was great, but you had told me that I would become a miserable man without backbone if I were not capable of containing myself. And I have won!

And tonight, dear Mama, tonight, please teach me-not how to love; that is not necessary, because my heart is brimming over. But how to express it, Please, Mama, teach me!”

Julia had always felt some regret that there was no chapter in her memory like that of Florentine and her little Cherub. Long, long ago it seemed, Florentine had told her about the young man she called Cherub. The boy had been a virgin and Florentine, who, had been stranded with the boy in bad weather, had spent the night with him in a little town near Paris, named La Loupe. Nine months later, her sister had been delivered of her beautiful blond boy, a face which had made her husband, George Vaudrez, deliriously happy. George had gone to his rewards, firmly believing that he had fathered a son.

Julia had often dreamed about a virginal Cherub and Pedro's pure words did not fall on deaf ears. She threw her arms around him and looked him deep in the eyes.

“That is your greatest desire?” she asked softly. “Are you very, very sure of that?”

“Oh yes, yes,” Pedro exclaimed with a passion that knew no bounds.

“But my dearest child, do you realize that this heart at whose gates you are pounding, died a long time ago?”

“Please, no… don't talk about that… I know… the other one… that you have lost him… I don't hate him any longer… and the fire of my love for you will make you forget him… forever! Please, I beg of you… be mine. Be mine in the way you used to belong to him. Give me the same caresses… the same kisses… the same little cries of your love and lust… be mine… be mine!!!”

And Pedro kissed Julia, covering her with hot passionate kisses.

“Come here…”

Julia squirmed out of his passionate embrace and pulled him toward the couch. Her heart was pounding. And though she did not exactly feel a deep love for the boy in that sense, her body had become excited for the first time in years. And she was afraid that she would destroy Pedro's trusting heart if she were too reserved.

“What do you want to do? Let's go into your bedroom!”

“No my child… here.” And Julia reclined upon the pillows.

Pedro kissed her hair, her forehead, her hands. The child had become a man. A chaste man, but the blood in his veins had reached the boiling point. Julia knew that she could not postpone the crisis, lest it would end in a miserable failure of premature ejaculation.

She motioned for him to undress himself and this time there was no punishment forthcoming. Pedro did not have to be asked twice. In no time he stood before Julia in all his glorious nakedness. Slowly she got up and walked toward him.

“You are beautiful,” she said simply.

The silken negligee which covered her body was soon loosened by Pedro's feverish hands. Despite her sufferings, Julia's body was still as gorgeous as ever. Pedro had soon cupped one of her breasts, covering it with wild, passionate kisses.

“Lie down here, close to me, my darling,” Julia said. Passion had her in its grip now. “Put your chest upon my bosom, your lips against mine. Our breath should mix… let your tongue search for mine… put your hands around my hips and move wherever your feeling tell you to do so… and here, here… deep inside me… let my love juices baptize you… flood me with those of your loins and let us enjoy together the rites of love!”

Pedro fumbled a little, but Julia was very understanding and she guided his throbbing spear toward her love grotto so that Pedro might enjoy his initiation, and he soon found his spear firmly imbedded in Julia's warm sheath. He had never been so happy. His entire nervous system vibrated from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, and he shook as if he had been hit by lightning.

Julia had stretched herself upon the wide bed, receiving Pedro with wide open thighs, taking his libation deep inside her belly. She had, without the boy's knowledge, played with her clitoris to augment her feelings. She wanted to be able to come at the same moment Pedro did.

The moment came quickly. For the first time in his life, a groan escaped Pedro's panting chest which announced the highest ecstasy of carnal pleasure. Because of its enormous intensity, it had almost been painful.

For a long time afterward he remained motionless in Julia's tender embrace. It seemed indescribably delicious to him to smell this undefined, intoxicating woman smell.

Usually the first experience is so weakening for a young man that he would want to fall asleep in the arms of his loved one. But here Julia drew the line. Reluctantly Pedro left her bed, after having made her promise him to teach him all there was to know in the art of love. They kissed tenderly, and Pedro went to his own quarters to spend the rest of the night. During the three months they stayed at La Bidouze, Julia taught Pedro all she had learned about love. She also made it plain that in the final analysis, the goal of theory is the exercise of practice. She did not spoil the boy. On the contrary, she never failed to point out the disastrous results of licentiousness, intemperance and debauchery. She also warned him against the unnatural practices with members of his own sex which might cause him to waver between man and woman forever, and did not fail to tell him that a clean whore was, if the necessity truly arose, infinitely better than masturbation. The fantasies which he might create in his mind, while playing with himself, could never be approached by reality. She warned him that no fate was worse than the loneliness of the masturbator.

She combined the good care of a mother with those of a practiced teacher and she succeeded in moving the strings of the boy's heart so that she was sure of a beautiful melody of love within it.

The day arrived and Pedro had to leave for the University. Madame de Corriero had a long, last talk with the boy who had wanted to become her lover, and whom she wanted to be her son. She talked to him about his future, warned him against the dangers of excess and told him not to return till he had his degree.

Pedro protested, but he knew that the tiny body of his Mama hid a will of iron. As soon as she had said, “I want it,” he knew that he could only obey.

Three years went by, and Pedro left the University with his doctorate. Madame de Corriero was at La Bidouze, and he counted the hours as the train crawled through the countryside. When he arrived late that night, leaping up the stairs, she did not answer his knocking, and the door to her bedroom was securely bolted. The next morning Julia explained to him, as tenderly as possible that the things which then were a necessity, would today have been positively nasty.

“Youth belongs to youth, my boy,” she said. “I hope that you will always remember your Mama with love and tenderness. I have punished a little brat with the rod, I have made a man out of an adolescent. And that is the end of my role. I hope that you will save your love for one whose heart will beat your rhythm. The future, happiness and love… my dear son, there goes the very embodiment…” and she pointed at Claire who slowly walked toward them.

Pedro's protestations were very feeble indeed. Claire, who looked like a brilliant spring morning, made the beautiful image he held of Julia in his mind fade quickly.

And so it happened that Julia's wish came true. Her two foster children fell in love, and they needed no help from her. It did Julia's heart incredible good when she saw the tender love bloom between these two beautiful young people.