Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

I felt her hand grasp it, I saw her cheeks flush, and so I slipped my own hand over her prominent mount, which instantly closed upon it and throbbed, making my prick respond and become as hard as iron. “What a fine cock it is,” she said. “I could not have thought that a boy like you could have had one as large.”

“Oh, let me have another embrace, Mamma, with your consent and aid.” I was frigging her cunt all the time and could feel by its frequent throbbing that her lubricity was gaining the day against prejudice. She stooped, kissed, and then took the head of my prick in her mouth for a loving suck. My God, I thought I should have died with the overwhelming sensation this produced in me. I felt as if every nerve were bursting, so intense was the enjoyment it afforded me. Providentially I did not, however, spend in her mouth, an action which would have exhausted me on this particular occasion. She left off her delightful occupation and said, “As the wine is e'en drawn we must e'en drink.” It is a common country saying indicative of consent.

She rose and bade me take off all my clothes, saying that as it must be, it had better be complete. This was rapidly effected. She then led me to the bed. She lay down on her back, extended her lovely legs wide apart, and told me to get between them. I did so and she herself guided my prick into her raging cunt. Her legs closed over my back, she hugged me to her bosom, sought my mouth, and covered it with kisses, thrusting her tongue within and seeking out mine. After what I had already done with her, not to mention frigging myself in my hideaway, I was not prepared to spend again without considerable action. This just suited the excited passion of my mother. Now that she had fully consented, the idea of incest with her own son acted as a special spur to her lust, and I am sure that she spent four times before joining me in the joys of the final Crisis. It was most deliciously exquisite. I fainted at the last and became perfectly insensible. My mother told me afterwards that she had also been unconscious for some time in all the lovely after-sensations, which were greater than ever she had experienced. She soon recovered by the aid of cold water and eau de Cologne, and when I returned to consciousness she had thrown on a dressing gown. I begged her once more to lie down by my side but she would not consent, saying that I had exhausted myself too much already and that I must rise and dress. I was obliged to comply, and thus ended my initiation into the divine mysteries of a mother's incestuous cunt.

Of course after this my adorable mother took every occasion to indulge me in the possession of her person. We always slept together on those days when the Colonel had spent a long afternoon in Mamma's arms. I was allowed to be a hidden spectator in their transports on condition that I did not impair my vigour by masturbation.

On most occasions Mamma remained reposing on the bed after the Colonel had left her and this allowed me to rush upon her foaming cunt and gamahuche it in that state, and then fuck her twice without withdrawing, both of us being in the utmost state of excitement. My mother declared that another prick, young and vigorous, just after her exhaustion in another man's arms, imparted fresh life and passion to her wild lubricity, but she never allowed me to spend above twice, as these meetings were always followed by a night of pleasure. The Colonel had a passkey and sometimes called at night when he had been unable to do so during the day, but hitherto he had never paid a nocturnal visit if he had enjoyed Mamma in the afternoon. It was reliance on this arrangement that induced my mother to allow me to sleep with her all night. But this at last brought about the discovery of our liaison.

The Colonel had for some time past been in the habit of calling me to him and making me sit close to him on the sofa, passing his arms round my waist and pressing me close to him, kissing me and telling me he loved me as a son. I suspected his affection was more erotic than paternal, for I saw by the bulging out of his trousers that this always excited him and made his prick stand. The sight of his standing pego had the same effect on mine and I saw that he always noticed this. On one occasion my mother had her dressmaker with her, and he had to wait before he could see her. He drew me to him as usual, glided his tongue within my mouth, and begged me to suck it. I did so and we were in a state of furious erection almost immediately.

“My dear boy,” said he, “I see you are affected in the same manner as I am by these sweet embraces, and you seem to be grown more than I could have thought for your age.” At the same time he placed his hand on my throbbing prick.

“But nothing to your own, Colonel,” said I.

“Would you like to see it?” he asked. “Above all things.”

“Well, then you may unbutton me, if you like, while I do the same for you.”

Out burst our two weapons. I took his and handled it with much enjoyment. He then rose and locked the door and begged me to lower my trousers and stand up before him. He rubbed my bottom and gently frigged the staff of my prick; then, stooping, he took it in his mouth, tickling the point with his tongue in the most delicious manner, and at the same time contriving to frig the root with one hand. He suddenly lifted his head and, inserting a finger in his mouth, moistened it well. He then renewed his sucking and frigging and when he felt I was approaching the Crisis, he pushed his hand behind and put his moistened finger up my bottomhole. He pushed it in and out in unison with his frigging and sucking, making me spend with more delight than I had ever yet experienced with Mamma. He sucked and only stopped when not a drop remained. He raised his head and asked me how I liked it. I told him the pleasure I had experienced and begged him to allow me to suck him. He allowed me to do so for a few moments, but would not spend; he said he had other work to do. He said I must come to see him but not to tell Mamma anything about it. I guessed what he wanted, for I had frequently seen him fuck Mamma in her bottomhole and she had in fact initiated me and allowed me to do so to her. She had also applied her finger to my bottomhole while we were mutually gamahuching.

When I visited the Colonel at the barracks he locked the door, begged me to strip naked, and followed my example himself. He took me in his arms and embraced me most lasciviously, then made me turn round and handled and kissed every part of me. Taking my prick in his mouth, he began his delicious movement thereon, again exciting me by the insertion of a finger in my bottomhole. When he saw I was ready for anything, he desisted, knelt on the sofa projecting his buttocks as far as possible, and told me to stand behind him and let him take my prick in his hand. As I expected, he guided it between the cheeks of his bottom and told me to push it in. I did so and inserted it up to the root at a single thrust. He flinched a little and told me to be quiet a moment or I should spend too soon and spoil the enjoyment. Nevertheless, I spent immediately but did not withdraw, and the pressure the Colonel employed soon restiffened it.

“Now,” said he, “we will take it more leisurely. Pass your hand under my belly, take my prick, and frig it, stopping at intervals.” I did so, and when we finally spent in unison I thought his even better than my mother's bottom. It seemed hotter and tighter. I withdrew and we washed and partook of refreshment.

Soon he requested me to stand up. I did so, and he knelt down behind me, glued his Ups to my pink bottomhole, and thrust his tongue within in a manner that fired my passions. He made me long to feel the sensation that would be produced in me by the insertion of a prick. When the Colonel saw by the state of my prick the feeling he was producing, he arose and said that as his cock was so large, he would try to obviate the difficulty of penetration by soaping it but first he would pass his finger up my bottomhole, moistened in a similar manner. This he did, affording me great pleasure. Then, bringing his magnificent prick to the spot, he told me to strain as if endeavouring to void something, and he, with little pain to me, succeeded in sheathing the nut and about an inch of the shaft within me. But when he attempted to advance it hurt me and produced a sickening feeling, and I should certainly have unseated him but for the grip he maintained on my hips, holding me as though in a vise. His prick was now so far in that he rapidly advanced another inch and a half. He cried out to me to keep quiet and the pain would soon cease. I summoned all my courage and did so, and shortly the throbbing of his prick within the narrow recess began to affect my cock, which had shrunk to nothing during his first attempt. The Colonel's experience telling him that my passions were now rising to fucking heat, he slipped a hand under my belly and gently frigged me till I spent. He then availed himself of the opportunity my wrigglings at this moment afforded him and sheathed his prick within me up to the root, without my being aware of it. When he had done this, he lay quiet, having not yet spent.