A NOCTURNAL MEETING
MY LUSTFUL ADVENTURES
When I was about thirteen or fourteen, we were staying at a friend of mamma's who had two boys, one a little younger than myself and one a little older. Now I come to think of it, Mrs. Fletcher must have been a lady a good deal after mamma's own heart, for she didn't mind my romping in her boys' bed a bit, and even encouraged us. I remember, too, she seemed to like to see our nightdresses flying up, and was greatly amused when our naked legs got twined together. She was always handling her boys' little pricks, and encouraging them to take liberties with my nudity. Of course, accustomed as I was to see naked men fucking mamma, I didn't mind, either. But I was artful enough not to let on that the play was no novelty to me. However, mamma came in one night while we were romping, and as I had heard her in Mrs.
Fletcher's room just before, whence some significant sounds had been issuing, and as mamma had only got a peignoir on, I fear my beloved parent had been up to some of her little games with her good-looking friend, eh, mother? Anyhow she was a little excited, and I saw her lips water as her eye fell on the pair of stiff little cocks. Mamma coolly pulled me to her and stripped off my shift.
'There, boys, you'll be able to tickle and kiss her better now. That's right, that's the way to fondle a pretty young girl.
Dear me! you are quite little men with these stiff dollies dancing about.' Here mamma stroked their young pizzles, each of quite respectable length, but not much thicker than one's finger. She gave the young gentlemen a shuddery feeling.
'Stand up in front of one another, and let me see which is the bigger.' The two pricks showed scarcely any difference, and together formed a good-sized rod, quite thick enough to fill a full-grown quim. 'I wonder,' said mamma thoughtfully, looking at me. 'I wonder ... shall I try?' She lifted her gown, stepped over and between the two lads and began fumbling at their pricks. 'See if you can get them in for me, Ethel, this is rather awkward.' I lifted the skirt, and a good length of naked limb naturally appeared, but a lot mamma cared for that. We got both heads in, bade the boys stand fast, and mother, lowering herself, gradually worked them in, and told the youngsters to push alternately. I suppose Mrs. Fletcher's exertions had made mother's pussy moist, for the little cocks both slipped in to the balls, and then mamma holding on to the front boy to work hard for a spend. We were all laughing excitedly at the grotesque idea, and the lads now thoroughly randy clasping mother's naked waist and thighs under the wrapper-when in stalked their mother.
'Well, I declare,' Rose, she cried, 'what are you up to now?' 'Giving the boys a treat,' replied mamma, as cool as a cucumber.
'What! both together? Who'd have thought it? But go on, don't mind me.' 'I don't intend to. It's jolly good fun, and I ... shall get ... a ... lovely ... burst ...
on in a ... minute...' accentuating each word with a firm downward thrust that made the youngsters totter.
'Well if you intend to finish them off,' said Mrs. Fletcher equally coolly, 'I don't see why the poor boys shouldn't have their fun complete and see what they're poking.' So she raised the wrapper, drew it over mother's head, and there she was impudently naked between the two kiddies. My word, how they stared-the one as the big bubbies descended in an avalanche on his face-the other when he saw himself adjoined to a great soft spreading bottom rubbing up and down his belly. But I fancy somehow it was not the first naked woman the rascals had seen, for Freddie started sucking the titties at once, and as for Jack he hugged the bottom close, and passing his hand round seized mother's mons Veneris and twined his fingers in its curls. Mother was too near the climax to care about being naked before anyone. She rammed away and called on the boys to drive into her as hard as they could.
Mrs. Fletcher was laughing all the time, and eagerly slapping both her sons' and mamma's bottoms. 'Look at her great bottom, Jack,' she cried, 'doesn't it feel like an aircushion on your belly? What do you think of it, my boy?' 'Oh mother, it's even bigger than yours and quite as soft and warm.' 'Give them a hand, Ethel. Put your fist between Freddy's thighs, and squeeze his little purse, and I will do the same for Jack. Ram your pricks well in, boys. Give the great impudent thing all she wants. The idea of her having the cheek to ravish my innocent cherubs in this way! Good Lord!' (here she choked with laughter) 'what if they got you in pup, Rose? Oh, what a lark! How I should scream if they dropped you in for it! Boys, if you get Mrs. Aintree's belly up, and make her as fat as young Mrs. Rossiter-you know how her stomach sticks out-I declare I'll give you a bicycle apiece. Go on, your pricks are quite long enough, I believe. Oh, they're all coming. Your mother's nick has been too much for their poor little pricks, Ethel. They'll let off in a moment.' (Really, mother's eyes were rolling furiously.) 'Hold Freddy tight, Rose, or the spasm will be too acute for him, and he'll fall. I'll look after Jack, but for heaven's sake don't thump that fat bottom of yours so on to him or he'll lose his grip.' The lively dame held Jack up by the bottom, and I did the same for Freddy, while they heaved their souls out into mamma's glowing belly.
'So you hope they've got me in the family-way, do you?' said mother.
'They certainly have spent very well for kids, but I don't think the position is very favourable to the realisation of your malicious hopes.
Still, I'll make sure. Hold still, boys.' Mamma bunched herself together, there was a swish, and a cry from the boys. A still hotter shower than their own spendings burst over their softened pricks and drenched their cods and thighs. Mother observed quietly, 'Sorry to piss on your carpet, Madge, but I flatter myself there's none of the monkeys' spendings in my cunt now. Ah, that's about the last. Quite pleasant, Madge, to piss over the prick that's just fucked you. Get a towel, Ethel.' 'You are a cool hand,' said Mrs. Fletcher admiringly. 'Never at a loss, Rose. Poor little chaps, to be made to spend their vital essence into your huge cunt, and then to be piddled over for their pains.' Mother kissed the boys nicely, thanked them for the pleasure they had given her, and then asked Jack how he came to know his mother's bottom was not as big as hers.
'Mamma often lets us play with her bottom, don't you mamma, and we do so like kissing it-and her bosoms. They are lovely, and so are yours, Mrs. Aintree. How different a lady is to a girl like Ethel, though she's a dear little playfellow.' The rogue in his turn kissed me and sucked my tender nipples, while Freddy was rubbing his face against mamma's naked skin, and purring round her like a kitten.
'Ah, ah, Madge,' gloated mother, 'I see you don't despise two young lads, either. I'll be bound besides kissing your bottom you make them kiss something else, too.' 'Rather. What do you take me for? A boys tongue's as good as a man's for that.' 'Ever...?' queried mamma, making with her hands behind her back the recognised sign of fucking.
Madge shook her head. 'Not yet.' The lads were so delighted with their new friend that they wouldn't let mother go till they had kissed and squeezed her all over. They were loud in their admiration of her beautiful limbs and body. She even had to lie down and allow them to inspect at leisure the wonderful place they had been rummaging with their cocks. Mrs. Fletcher seemed quite pleased at the way they had comported themselves, and as the two seniors went off I heard her say, 'Well Rose, you are a caution. I should never have thought of a double fuck like that. Upon my word, I've a good mind to try it myself.'