Gynecocracy

CHAPTER 11

"Well, Julian?" she said softly.

"Oh, Miss Stormont, Miss Stormont!" I exclaimed, flushing all manners of colours.

"Miss Stormont!" she repeated. "What do you mean? What did I say you were to call me?"

"Mamma," I exclaimed, kneeling by her side, and, catching her hand, I pressed it to my lips, while she moved in her chair in a way I immediately recognised, intoxicated with the knowledge that I could give her pleasure.

"Yes, Mamma," she repeated, stroking my hair with her hand. "And now, you bold boy, you seem to be very much in love. Pray with whom are you so taken?"

"Oh, Miss Stor-oh, Mamma! With you-whom else?"

"In love with your mamma!" she said with mock severity, but moving again. "Don't you know," flushing, "that is very improper, very wrong, very wicked. Pray, what do you want your mamma to do? I fear you would like to commit incest!"

She moved again. Her legs were uncrossed and wide apart. I could hardly believe my eyes. She was plainly love sick. I became vain and conceited on the instant.

"Yes," I said, flushing the colour of a crimson peony. "Yes, that is exactly-"

She put her "lady palm" across my mouth.

"Go into my bedroom, you bold boy, and I will come and talk to you there."

I went and leant against the pretty bed. The room was thickly carpeted, the window curtained.

Gertrude came in and locked the door.

"I must see," she said, coming up to me, "how you are. I do not think it is good for you to remain any longer in the condition in which I put you in the train."

She seemed to have quite forgotten my declaration.

"Besides," she went on, "you were left in the sitting room, while Mademoiselle and I were changing our things. You must want to wash your hands and face-and-and-to do something else, too," with a delightfully quizzical look, which embarrassed me extremely. "And there is some hot water here; and this-" as she opened a drawer and shew me a long tube with a bulbous thing in its centre. I knew what it was and turned pale. "And yet you want to love your mamma, you indecent boy!" with a pat on my face. I caught her hand and kissed it.

"Well, you must first obey her," as she unbuttoned my trousers.

Her soft and nimble fingers quickly undid and drew them down.

"Naughty boy! Its mamma must really take its little trousers off. Take off your jacket and waistcoat first, Julian. Now your shoes. Now slip off the trousers-yes, right off."

She next unfastened my corset and drawers, and I stood before her in chemise and stockings.

She turned me backwards over the bed, with my chemise over my breast; from the tops of my stockings to it, I was exposed to her searching gaze, and she gloated upon what she saw.

"Poor fellow!" she said, presently. "How swollen, how red, how inflamed he is! I must set him right."

Her soft hand was soon upon me, and a little very exciting determination effected her purpose. I gave a sigh of intense relief.

"Now you must turn over," she ordered, leaving me and going to the wash-hand-stand where she poured out some hot water into the basin and tempered it with cold. "Mademoiselle has told me how you behaved to your cousin Maud. I feel it my duty to make you feel something of what you did to her."

"Oh, please, Mamma! Oh, please, please, Miss Stormont!"

"Now," she said, lifting her finger, "you must obey. Remember, I have a little whip. I am not at all sure that I am not under an obligation-a promise-to wale your bottom for you, you great, big, naughty child! I advise you not to recall it to my recollection. I shall not hurt you, Julian," she added, as she observed my look of consternation.

As she uttered the word "bottom," she blushed divinely.

I turned over. She put a chair by the bed beside me, and an end of the tube into the basin of water, which she set upon it.

"Oh, Mamma," I said, "please! I do not know how to tell you, but there is something I want to do, must do, first."

"You must tell me!"

"I can't! Oh! Ever since lunch-all the way in the train, I could not get out; and here I have had no opportunity."

It was such a terrible thing to have to tell a woman, and my thoughts reverted to Beatrice, and to that night in the bedroom. I was glad that now it was not quite as bad as then.

"I can guess," said Gertrude slyly and sweetly. "It wants to be held out, the big baby!" What a womanly girl she looked.

"Yes," I said blushing.

"Well! Say, please, Mamma, may I pee before you punish me?"

"Oh, Gertrude!"

"Gertrude! Sir, how dare you!"

"Oh, please, Mamma!"

"Well go on-"

"Oh! I was going to ask, don't make me say that-"

"I daresay-you must say it, if you want to, or you shall not do it. Now, choose!"

And before my beautiful Vivien, I had to say those words; hiding my face, doing all I could to conceal it. I seemed to give her wonderful pleasure, and I suppose I looked very artless and attractive, for she kissed me.

"Get the pot," she said, her eyes full of mischief. "Put it on the chair."

"Now, come," she said, taking hold of me and walking me over to the chair. She put her right arm round me from the back and held up my chemise.

"Now Baby, Baby, tiddley, tiddley-be quick!"

I laughed. "I can't," I exclaimed.

"Nonsense, Baby. Baby must."

"Oh, Mamma! You darling," I exclaimed.

"Baby be dear boy. Baby do what his mamma wants him to, and not keep her waiting."

This aspect of the affair settled the matter.

Baby did.

"Good boy!" said his mamma.

Then baby put the vessel under the valance and lay face downwards on the bed.

His mamma, charming girl that she was, stroked his bottom and explained his wickedness to him while she screwed in the tube. Then as baby groaned, she filled the bulb full, and with an arm and a hand on the small of baby's back, squeezed it, and I felt the warm water enter into my bowels.

"Baby not be naughty with his cousin any more," she said, her sweet womanliness overpowering me as releasing the pressure of her hand she let the tube fill again, "for his mamma does not like to have to punish him but when he is naughty she must," squeezing the now full bulb again.

"Oh! Oh! No more." I felt I should burst. "Oh, Mamma! Oh, Gertrude! Oh, my dear Mamma! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Yes. Baby must be thoroughly punished; his bottom must be made to suffer."

The idea of her being conscious of what I was undergoing; of her, Gertrude Stormont, the stranger who had entered the railway carriage at Colchester, the beautiful girl in the brown dress with the golden hair and her ladylike refinement, doing this to me, filled me with all manner of sensations, pleasant and unpleasant. I could not escape.

Again the bulb was pressed, and at last the gurgle in the basin told me the allotted portion was exhausted.

"There," she said, withdrawing the whole instrument, "I think I have punished you well."

"Take this dressing gown of mine; put it about you-there is a bathroom at the other side of the passage. Go and have a bath and then come back to me."

I went. I cannot describe the multitude of feelings with which I was overwhelmed.

I bathed, and did more; the bathroom possessed all the necessary accommodation of course-though really the sanitary arrangements of these private hotels are not all up to date, not all that could be desired.

Wrapping myself up, I returned up, I returned to Gertrude. Her hair was down; the snake of gold which had withheld the braid had been removed. She was combing its lovely, gorgeous, waving masses with a maidenly pride.

"Oh, my beautiful Mamma!" I exclaimed.

She had removed her dress also, and was in a pretty peignoir. My dressing gown was all I had on; the stockings and chemise I threw on the bed.

Without a word she got up and taking hold of the dressing gown, opened it, and threw it off my shoulders.

She made me walk about the room and at length said: "Now, Julian! What have you to say to me?"

"Oh, Gertrude! I mean Mamma, I–I-love you!"

"You, very naughty boy!" she answered with mock disapprobation but smiling and evidently well pleased as she moved towards a satin-covered couch on which there was a great square pillow and reclined upon it her golden hair like an aureole about her fair face. "Don't you know, don't you remember, I have already told you that it is very wicked to entertain such feelings for your mamma?"

There was a strange gleam in her eyes as she said this which immediately excited my wonder. I did not know what she was driving at and was considerably puzzled. As to my feelings, however, there was no opportunity for being puzzled. How attractive, how desirable she looked, as she lay there in a dishabille of the most alluring kind, one slender leg unveiled almost to the knee and the other far away from its sister at the other side of the sofa. When a young lady sits edgewise upon a table, she is said to be in want of a husband; when she lies on her back in the presence of a naked young man, careless about her clothing, her eyes aflame, and her legs well separated, it may safely be affirmed she wishes to welcome that young man to her arms. But then why baulk him with all this talk, this fiction of being his mamma? I suppose it excited her. No doubt the idea of being possessed by, of yielding to her son, gave a peculiar, a poignant zest to it, which the ordinary humdrum everyday copulation of a youth and maiden would have been without. And to this sense of double possession and power must, I think, be attributed the treatment most stepmothers accord their stepsons. It causes a peculiar especial flavour to the lust. A strong stimulant to the imagination, which no woman can say "No" to, and as they are too conventional, or want the courage to act as Parisina, they 206

take it out on their stepsons with their riding whips, or slippers, or tawses under cover of salutary discipline.

My "Mamma" bid me kneel down by her side and tell her all about it.

I obeyed and clasped her lithe form with my arms, her clinging and thin garments permitting me to feel her soft plump form beneath them, and as I grasped her she thrilled.

"Julian," she said in low sweet tones looking at me with her swimming eyes, "in the train I felt you, yes, actually felt you making love to me and-and-"

I slipped my hand on to the lovely leg nearest to me and let it move upwards. I felt she had no drawers on, my hand was upon the smooth roundness of her thigh. I moved up her clothes and saw the delicate pink flesh which I kissed. Her own left hand upon my shoulders drew me from my kneeling position over her.

"How dare you?" she said.

"Oh, Mamma, Mamma, I do love you so!" And I gazed into her eyes and ventured to kiss her ruby lips.

She put her right hand round my back, and holding my mouth to hers gave me a long clinging kiss, inserting her tongue between my lips in quest of my own, moving up and down as she did so.

"You-you-must say what you want, you must ask me-to-let you-"

I guessed what was necessary. How strange it is that the more refined the girl the more she loves to be shocked.

"Oh, Gertrude!"

"Gertrude," she repeated scornfully.

"Oh Mamma dear, please let me-fuck you-" and I hid my face in her breast.

Her arms were about me instantly.

"Did Baby want to do anything so naughty to its own mamma?" she asked. "Well den it sail, kiss me den!"

With my lips upon her warm, wet, open mouth and my eyes fixed upon hers, half covered by their drooping lips, I removed her petticoats and ensconced myself between her limbs, naked from the tops of her stockings, rejoicing in the contact of her flesh with mine. Her legs enlaced themselves at my back and made me a happy prisoner. I opened her peignoir at the neck, and caressed the full round globes of her bosom, removing my mouth from hers to cover them and her neck with burning kisses. Her right hand had not been idle. It had been playing with that instrument which was to outrage her so sweetly and had excited it and enlarged it greatly.

"It must be put in there," she said, directing it. "It is nicer having itself uncovered by me there than by my hand, isn't it, Julian?"

"Yes," said I, beside myself.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Naughty, naughty boy! Oh, Julian! Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh! Push him further in-there," as she embraced me with all her strength.

"Oh, Mamma! Dear Mamma!" I exclaimed as, after a moment's sweet tossing by her, which I felt to my fingers' tips, and a moment's determination to keep the position I had gained, from which, indeed, her strong legs at my back made any retreat impossible, I shuddered, and sank upon her luxurious form, as, with passionate force, the spasmodic injection of the essence of my being into hers was accomplished. Her bosom rising and falling rapidly, herself in a lovely, exquisite love sickness, she held me tightly, scarcely relaxing her grasp.

"Baby has-done-it-to please himself. Now he must do it to please his mamma."

Now what with the fatigues, excitement, and experiences I had gone through, added to which was the tremendous outburst of passion I had just given her, I was very much afraid I could not repeat the performance; but at any cost, I would not confess this impotence. She moved up and down, and moved her hands about me and I puffed and blew and endeavoured to realise where I was and with whom, with some success.

She grew a little impatient.

"Do you really deserve to have lady's drawers and petticoats on? Come, Julian, how did you feel in them? Very naughty, eh? Is it not much nicer to be-between a lady's legs-to be inside-actually inside her-than merely-to wear-her clothes? I shall whip-you-if you don't obey. I shall-replace that thing-here," she said, moving her fingers to the very spot, and finding how it excited me, kept them there, "if-if you are not quick-only think-your mamma-what a privilege! What a favour! Come, Julian, do as your mamma wishes, or-she will smack your-your bottom. She will whip it and cover it with wales if you don't."

How she harped upon being my mamma while I was in that position!

"Come, Julian-you must-must-fuck your mamma again, because she tells you to," blushing with exquisite confusion.

The chief delight to her lay not in the gratification of love, or lust, but in the simulation of incest. How curious, how odd, the fascination of vice! How depraved, what a thorough woman Gertrude was! And, strange to say, I liked her the better for it.

And I was between her legs, in the closest possible contact with her. And then the idea of the lady's drawers, and of the little whip wielded by her alabaster arms which made such delightful bracelets, so warm, so soft, so yielding, and yet so strong for me. My passion again culminated; again as she gasped with love, I gave her whole desire, in the strong convulsion of ecstasy.

"Oh, Gertrude Stormont! Oh, Mamma!"

She kissed me, called me "good boy," drew me to her side, and placed my head next hers on the pillow, covering me with her garments, and then we must have both fallen asleep, the last thing that I remember being her placing her right leg across me. Her arm lay across my neck and the gentle pressure of her form thus upon mine inspired me with delicious dreams.

I was awakened by her shaking my shoulder. Why does the woman always wake the first? Probably because she is insatiable.

"You lazy boy! You lazy Julian! Now-Baby-Baby-awake! It is" (kiss) "just" (kiss) "seven o'clock." And she locked me in her arms. "Jump up, and help your mamma to dress!"

"Oh, Mamma!" I exclaimed, rubbing my eyes, and smiling at her. "Oh, Mamma dear!"

That night I was attired as a young man for once again in my life-trousers, a stiff shirt, an open waistcoat, socks. It positively felt a strange garb and I felt at a loss and uncomfortable in it. I retreated into my room; I washed, dressed, and returned to Gertrude. I found the stockings she wished to wear, changed those she had on for them; and anyone who has done this office for a lady will understand how much the words mean-the tremulous blushes, the stolen looks and touches they include. I found her her silken chemise and drawers, her satin corset, which I laced, and her evening dress, which I fastened. I handed her her bracelets and jewels, and admired her shapely arms as she knotted up her hair and fixed it with a stab of an agate pin studded with diamonds.