Pierre le Valle - The Pleasures of Bankruptcy

“Lester quivered from head to foot-looking at me with eyes shining with delight as well as surprise. Never before had I permitted myself to handle him with such an outspoken sexual caress. But even as I shivered with desire-I shrank back with shame as I realized what I was doing. I abandoned my fingerings-and retreated on my knees as he advanced… holding out to me temptingly his throbbing, rigid cock.”

“Mother is not quite herself tonight,” I stammered. “She didn't intend to do what she did then. She was just playing.”

“Ohh! It felt so marvelous!” he whispered. “Please do it again, mother darling-just once!”

“I shook my head. But when I saw him grasp his rod and as I had done, try to duplicate upon it the caresses I had given it, I started forward in alarm.”

“Never, never do that, Lester!” I cried. “You will make me very sorry that I ever played with you. You could injure yourself by such experiments. Promise me that you will never-pet yourself-in that way, when you are alone…”

“Somewhat startled by my earnestness, he promised what I had begged. And I made ms if to rise to my feet My light negligee opened in front-and a naked thigh was disclosed. I covered it hastily as I saw the gleam in his eye. But I was too late, for he threw himself upon me with the utmost impetuosity, eager for the frolic he so much desired.”

“He was laughing merrily as he groped for a leg hold by which he might throw me to the rug in our customary game. Realizing my own distracted state of mind I attempted to dissuade him-but he overbore me gaily- and I found that I was laughing too-a bit nervously… as I wriggled and twisted to evade him.”

“It was, I told myself, a restoration of the spirit of un-contaminated fun-and showed that Lester had thought but lightly of the somewhat perverse and prolonged caress which I had given him. My own spirits were thus raised, and we rolled and wrestled together on the mat with gasps of mirth. And yet, in fact, both Lester and myself were on a hair trigger of sensuality.”

“At the beginning of our romp he had managed to free almost all of my hips and thighs from the loose and flowing negligee which I was wearing. Beneath this was only the brief chemise which I had adopted for daily wear-for the dainty panties accompanying them had been taken off-as was usual when I disrobed before giving the lad his bath.”

“My naked son was all over me in an instant. His power seemed phenomenal. His obvious intention was to pin my shoulders to the mat-a wrestler's triumph. But in the process of thus pinning me down he was writhing upon me supposedly for the foregoing purpose-and his bare belly and swollen prick were taking full toll and pasturage on my naked thighs-thus amply at his disposal…”

“I was vibrating and thrilling intimately again. And my laughter was forced and almost hysterical-a mantle of sound to make me appear unaware of the licentious contact which was thrilling me more than it had ever done before-and to disguise also that I was in no hurry this time to dislodge his stiff member from contact with my nudity as I had always done very hurriedly on the other instances.”

“He had me almost flattened out beneath him. Admiring his boyish strength. I had no particular aversion to my defeat-and letting him plant me flat. But what changed my views all of a sudden was the fact that Lester had contrived to place himself right between my naked thighs. His smooth young body was instinctively gripped by them as he bore my torso down towards the floor- while his loins, armed and preceded by that stiff weapon of his-were pushing nervously upward.”

“If the smooth knob of that rampant virility was searching for an even more intimate part of my body in which to nestle, it had almost succeeded in finding it. For his prick had burrowed lightly beneath my chemise, and already I could feel the hard, warm head of his weapon up against my naked crotch.”

“I gave a hoarse, muffled little cry as I realized the imminence of the danger-a danger which chiefly lay in the throbbing desire within me to allow him to continue until the mystery of the flesh was a mystery to him no longer…”

“Stricken with the fear that my senses might betray me at any moment into guiding the blind instincts of my son and enable him to attain his sensual ends, I recommenced to struggle. Writhing and twisting frantically I freed my legs from their attractive burden, and wriggling beneath the boy's detaining arms I suddenly found myself upon my face.”

“He pounced upon me again-holding me down. I was panting for breath… not even conscious that one naked buttock had emerged from my tangled negligee during our struggle. My son was seated on my back-resting, as I supposed, though he was strangely silent. And then he bent forward-and I knew from his warm breath on my bare flesh that his whole attention was centered on my nude mound.”

“I reached a hand backward to repair the disorder, but he was before me in my attempt. With a little cry of delight he snatched both negligee and chemise up to the small of my back and pounded with a cry of ecstasy upon my naked bottom.”

“Oh! Ohh! It's so lovely-it's wonderful, mother- your bottom…” he panted. “Let me-ohh, let me- play with it a little while. Don't move… oh, please!”

“Lester. Lester! Your hands-you're too old… you mustn't touch me there-it isn't nice!” I wailed hoarsely. “Ohh! You mustn't-indeed you mustn't!”

“But I was trembling under the fervor of his attack and his wild delight. I seemed so weak-unable to order him or enforce my commands. And now he seemed absolutely crazy with excitement as he moulded the soft flesh.”

“The ample, lovely flesh of those twin mounds…” breathed Francis Freeman huskily.

Rose Bolton gave him a sidelong glance from suffused eyes. She colored yet more deeply.

“Oh! Mr. Freeman,'“ she protested in a hushed murmur. “You mustn't drive me to distraction by saying such things. I'm just trying to confess to you, as you wished. But you make me feel as if you knew as much of… of my — that part of my body as my naughty son discovered that evening when he-when he bared…”

“Your young son was the luckiest boy in the world that evening,” interrupted the man. “But as an admiring observer on many occasions of your delightfully clad person, I feel as though I can visualize the beauties which fascinated your son… those marvellous buttocks-those mounds of silky white tinted with delicate blue veins- and the deep cleft which parts and emphasizes them.”

His voice was shaky with emotion. His excitement was communicated, and enhanced her own agitation. Rose managed to extricate herself from his detaining arm. She smoothed her disordered hair, and looked vaguely about her.

“I can't realize,” she said at last, faintly, “that I am sitting here and telling you all these things… and hearing without bitter resentment, such improper words from you…” Her voice faltered into silence.

“But you like it-I tell you-and more, you even enjoy it at times… you lovely Rose-” he muttered. “You like to tell me what I wish to hear-and you liked to hear me say what I did about your… lovely bottom-and-”

“Don't touch me-ohh-please…” she begged him distractedly. “I… I don't know what has come over me, I feel…”

She struggled, but she yielded, with a little sigh of resignment, to the slow traction that drew her from her chair into his lap. And as he snuggled her into a more comfortable posture for them both, he caressed and petted for a moment one of the firm yet yielding cushions which had, in its state of nudity, so fascinated and charmed her son on the occasion of which she had spoken.