Anonymous - Julie

Your ever-admiring Nina

My dear Nina,

I have little enough time to reply to your exquisite letter. Dear Adelaide is so enamoured of me that I scarce have a moment to myself. At present she is in the bath and hence I hasten to congratulate you upon the care you are lavishing on young Maude. That you have already sucked upon her nipples and felt her quim through her drawers not only makes me envious but gives my prick a decided tingle, I can tell you! Being more advanced with Adelaide, I accorded her a first lusty fuck this morning (by which, I hasten to say, I mean the first of the day!) and then lay with her in that sweet languor known only to satisfied lovers. My cock dripped sperm on to her thigh even as we kissed in the throbbing aftermath. I caressed her marbled bottom, which is resplendent indeed and would bring Franks cock up quite as hard as the sight of Maude's thighs and titties did! Lying belly to belly as we then were, Adelaide murmured all the affections that she likes to lavish upon me and even cradled my balls in her palm as I bid her to.

How strange it is that a woman may be married for a full eighteen years and know not all the ways of lasciviousness! I tickled her bottomhole, at which she stirred her hips and said that such was an exceedingly naughty thing to do. “I, my love, can think of something even naughtier,” I replied and then teased her for long minutes before I would tell her, despite her beseechings. I rolled her upon her back and made her lie with her thighs wide apart and her sperm-sprinkled bush showing boldly. Even now she is timourous about displaying herself in this way, but I make her do so more and more. “Tell me!” she urged on and on, and I appearing then to hesitate as I laved her mouth with kisses, easing the tip of my forefinger around her clitty as I did so until I felt her belly ripple with renewed pleasure. “How I would adore to watch you being fucked, my love,”

I murmured. At that she clutched my shoulders, stared at me. “My love, my love, how can you say such a thing!” she wailed, “I would never betray you-never, never!” I pretended some confusion then. How artfully we must put on disguises of this sort! I did not mean it, surely I did not, she begged. I sighed, I sucked upon her nipples, made my finger work the faster. “It is for love of you, my pet-to see your wondrous curves, your voluptuous form, your adorable legs, your magnificent bottom all writhing in the ecstasies of desire,” I said. I will not, however, bore you with her protestations. She was in any event, as I could tell by her breathing, “coming on” again. Her legs stiffened, her toes spread down. “I could not, I could not!” moaned she even amid our kisses. My tongue then buttered its obscenities with sweetnesses. I spoke of the joy of watching a manly piston urging its pleasure, and hers, in and out of her cunt, of watching her eyes glaze over when she came (as indeed she was about to do). “Do not make me!” she whined, but then her tongue joined to mine in the onrush of her bliss. The tip of my small finger delicately invaded her bottomhole.

Her hips surged this way, that. Her warm breath flooded my mouth.

“Let me watch you being fucked, my love,” I murmured, though in that moment she was, I believe, too far gone to hear. Her eyes rolled, showing their whites and the fiercest of sprinklings flooded my fingers from her quim. “Ho-ho, do not make me, dearest,” she whimpered, then closed her eyes and, turning, cuddled quite protectively into me while my words of love and desire poured into her ear. She hid her face into my shoulder and would not answer. I leave you, then, upon this note-that tomorrow evening (although little does dear Adelaide know it), I have invited my friend Ralph around. He knows what is to do and is thoroughly eager for the joust. Whether Adelaide will be more quickly brought to the Altar of Venus than her daughter is to be seen. I shall not fail to acquaint you with the consequences, brief as my missive might have to be. Meanwhile I can hardly hold my patience to learn how the younger of the two is progressing!

A kiss upon your adorable quim, my pet.

Edmond

Dearest Edmond,

What are you at with your lady? Oh my goodness, how I long to hear of what next transpires! How utterly amusing that we have both mother and daughter in hand-if I may put it so delicately. There are such possibilities in this as make me quite dizzy with all sorts of wicked thoughts. Now, as to Maude, I had quite an inspiration. It did necessitate an extra bit of naughtiness on my part, as you will see. Having given Maude a first and quite mild little tumble, I gave much thought as to how to progress her, for we did not take her any further on the evening of which I last wrote. As you know, my elder son, Matthew, is now fifteen and sufficiently in his Mamas confidence to do as she bids. I confess that in this case it was more of a request, but one that I knew he could not refuse. I do swear to you, Edmond, that thoughts of embroiling Matthew in any naughty deeds have never entered my mind before, but when I first mentioned the idea to Frank (in bed, of course!) he was much amused and taken with it and advised me solemnly to proceed as I wished.

Thereupon I called Matthew into my bedroom the following morning when I was in some slight state of undress-that is to say I wore my corset- which being black showed nicely against my skin- together with my frilled drawers and stockings. I was thus quite decent, as might be said, though being seated at my dressing table and Matthew standing beside me, he saw rather more of my breasts and thighs than he has hitherto. Indeed, while I kept him waiting for a moment while I brushed my hair, I could not fail to notice in the reflection of my mirror that a certain shape was making itself evident under his front trouser buttons. Not meaning to tease the dear boy overmuch, I parted my legs a trifle, turned about on my stool and took his hand. It felt a little moist. The conversation that then ensued was perhaps not totally proper as between mother and young son, but the manner of my idea enforced it. As I parted my thighs wider (though do remember that I did have my drawers on!), I drew him forward a little so that he stood between my garters, so to speak. At that he grew quite flushed and his protuberance appeared to become more enlarged.

“Matthew, I want you to be a teeny-weeny bit naughty this morning,” I told him, while assuring him immediately that no punishment whatever would fall upon him. He choked a little, gazed down into the valley of my breasts (which my corset only concealed as far as my nipples-and indeed I believe that one actually showed) and said dutifully enough, “Yes, Mama.” It was to play a little game on Maude, I told him. I must tell you, Edmond, that despite all my other darings, I had great difficulty in finding the words to explain what I intended. I referred to his “thing” and caused him to blush. The very mention of it appeared to make it perk up more, so that I really felt for his discomfort, by which-you naughty man-I did not mean that I actually felt it, though confess was a little tempted! He is quite well-armed for his age, though I was not to discover such in that particular moment. He listened to me, I will say, with a charming mixture of awe and admiration, the latter being perhaps occasioned by the fact that my thighs pressed against the outside of his knees and actually caused him to tremble a little. My drawers, being of silk, swathed me quite tightly and there were moments, I fear, when Matthew could not resist glancing down at the crotch of them. “D… d… do you mean it, Mama?” he asked when I finished telling him. “I do, Matthew, and I promise you that neither Papa nor I will admonish you in any way.

Indeed, if you play your part as I wish, I shall award you a very nice kiss. Would you like that?” I asked. His legs quivered and he nodded.