Anonymous - Julie

“Perhaps, or perhaps she is in love with something of his,” I answered, which caused her to give me a most wondering and impish look, for I swear she could not misunderstand what I meant thereby. In fact she turned her back on me and pretended to be looking at some knick-knacks on a table. “I am sure Mama is not like that,” she said. “Like mother like daughter,” I replied-remembering how often you have said that. She turned and cried, “Oh, what do you mean?” Her mouth looked so deliciously pouty as they formed the words, that I could not help but draw her to me and kiss her. Being bold-as you well know I am-I felt her titties as I did so. Lovely proud pumpkins! She stirred but did not over-resist, being quite amazed by what I did. I felt her nipples with my fingertips. “Let us have fun,” I urged, for I had such a nice feeling then between my legs! She started away from me and said awkwardly, “Oh, I don't know,” but looked pleased and silly at the same time, which I am sure drives Frank to delighted distraction when he pumps her! “Yes, you do.

Wait until tonight,” I said and gave her bottom an encouraging pat.

Her bottom cheeks urged into my palm a little, so I knew she was not put out and would have got into bed with me if there had been opportunity then, or would have allowed me to “persuade” her. But I must to the events of the night, or you may think my narrative tedious. Nina advised me privately that something interesting was afoot and that after I had apparently retired, I should sneak down through the servants' staircase at the back and so make my way around that I could enter the main quarters via the butler's room and so on.

A devious route, but I found it! Maude retired when I did, at about ten. Frank by then had absented himself somewhere-I suspected perhaps to sneak into Maude's room. All that I saw and heard from my watching post was then utterly delightful and very, VERY outrageous!

Maude's mother sat conversing in the drawing room with Edmond and Nina. Much whiskey was being dispersed! By peeping through a crack left by the door which stood ajar, I could see all. “Have you two enjoyed yourselves?” Nina was asking. All three sat upon a sofa and Edmond had his arm about the waist of Adelaide. She sat between them and looked a trifle shy, I thought. “Oh, I don't know. We are only friends,” replied Adelaide coyly. At this Nina laughed pleasantly and asked, “Are you not sportif, my dear?” this causing Adelaide to blush and stir so that Nina immediately added, “Oh, but I must not embarrass you, for such as we occasionally do is very PRIVATE, is it not?'' I do not know what Adelaide might have replied to this, but then Frank's voice was heard from upstairs, calling, “Edmond, old chap, I have something in my study that will interest you, I know.”

Edmond thereupon rose and excused himself. Adelaide looked relieved and moved a little apart from Nina, which I believe annoyed the latter a trifle, as would be only natural, for that lovely lady quite adores fondling tits and thighs and all else as much as we do.

However, such a “surprise” as she had in store for Adelaide was about to transpire and I realised very quickly that Frank and Edmond were all in the plot. After a minute or two there came a pattering of feet and into the drawing room in their nightshirts came Nina's two young sons, Matthew and Mark. I believe there is about two years between them. Matthew is the older, and a quite adorable youth who is nicely poised in looks between the masculine and the feminine as boys often are at that age. Being asked what they were at by their Mama, they replied they could not sleep and cast themselves down on the rug at the two ladies' feet. “Then you are very naughty boys, but you may each have a glass of punch before you go back to bed, for that will make you sleep,” said Nina. At that they jumped up gleefully enough and ran to serve themselves at the sideboard, returning with their glasses, and Matthew politely asking his Mama whether hers and “the lady's” might not also be filled. Adelaide, I believed, would have refused, but as soon as it was asked so it was done and I could not help remarking a certain projection in the fronts of the nightshirts of both the boys! Adelaide seemingly remarked this naughty phenomenon, too, for she blushed and looked askance at Nina. Quite to tease her, obviously, Nina laughed and said, “They are frequently naughty like this. What is to do with them?” At that, Matthew laid his cheeks against his Mama's legs and gazed up at her appealingly. “Will you not read to us before we go to sleep?” he asked. “Tut-tut, at this time of night, Matthew? I have a little headache now and fear I cannot, but this nice lady will, I am sure.

Will you not?” she then asked Adelaide, who I must say looked most confused. Thereupon, Mark boldly hugged her knees, kneeling up, and asked excitedly, “OH, will you, please?” This second youthful request appeared to mollify Adelaide, who-perhaps a wee bit in her cups from a mixture of whiskey and punch-actually flushed and emitted an awkward laugh, for she could not fail to glimpse the outline of the knob of Mark's young prick, which was thrusting up the front of his nightshirt. “Go on with you, then. You had best read to them in Matthews room,” Nina said and rose. At that, both boys jumped up as well and hugged her in such manner that their stiff cocks rubbed against her thighs-she appearing not to notice such an untoward event.

“Sometimes they are very naughty, as you see, and have to be seen to, Adelaide,” declared Nina, giving both her sons a little push so that they all but fell in turn against Adelaide, who was then rising from the sofa. “Yes,” Adelaide said, and I can tell you that her voice sounded very strange and thick, but Nina was already declaring “Goodnight” and swept out. “Please will you read to us a whole story?” wheedled Matthew then. His excitement was all too obvious, as was the straining of his virile young pego through his nightshirt. In speaking, he made very bold indeed to pass his arm around her waist, which appeared to utterly astonish her. “Yes, but…” Adelaide began, but then Mark slipped behind her and began to push her playfully towards the door, his hands quite ardently for his age cupping the bold cheeks of her bottom. “Oh!” Adelaide ejaculated in shock and knew not how to comport herself, though perhaps put it down to mere high spirits on their part. “Do not!” she was heard to say, but then all three passed out of my sight into the hallway and I feared to see no more. I need not have troubled myself in that respect. Their feet sounded above, and I heard another hushed exclamation from Adelaide. A door opened and closed. I ventured silently into the drawing room, clad as I was in my nightdress.

Footsteps were heard and I made to hide, but to my relief it was Nina, who placed her fingers to her lips and beckoned me from the doorway. I followed her on tiptoe. By great fortune none of the stair treads creaked. We arrived at Matthews door. Nina's hand moved to it and turned very quietly the key which projected on the outside (every detail having been attended to!). From within came a sharp exclamation from Adelaide and then a cry of “Oh, do not! What are you at! Nina!

Nina!” Much scuffling was heard! Nina moved not, keeping her ear to the door and standing very tense as did I. “No, no please! Oh, you wicked boys! Not my drawers! Release my hands! Nina! Stop this, oh, stop it do. Aaaargh!” Would that I could convey to you all such cries as were emitted through the door, but you will well guess at their nature! The bedsprings sang. There was much rustling and heaving, then a further cry from Adelaide of “Oh my god, no! Do not hold me, Matthew! Stop him! Mark! Do not, do not-oh, not up there!”