Gynecocracy

CHAPTER 14

"Now, into bed," she said, leading me to it, giving me a big bumper of red wine. "I shall come to you presently."

I lay dozing. Gertrude awoke me after some little time. She was as completely naked as myself.

"I will teach you that a young gentleman does not come to his mamma's bed to sleep!" she said, with a pleasantly menacing tone, slipping into the bed. I was on my back. She extended herself upon me, holding me close with one arm, while, with the other, she excited my virility in a way she knew to perfection, even more than Mademoiselle. This was the revenge of her jealousy!

Her being over me was a strange-a new experience to me. She pressed me down and I lay completely at her mercy. Her legs held me and I could not escape from the tight wedding ring she slipped off and on to Mons. Priapus, up and down, until he was beside himself, and kept him there.

"Now, Julian, not till I tell you, mind!"

She proceeded to work herself into an ecstasy of excitement, positively perspiring, glowing with her efforts, kissing me passionately. I restrained myself as well as I could.

"Oh! Ah! Oh, Gertrude! Oh, I must, I must!" The contact against mine of her breasts, of her hair, the extent to which she made me feel the fire of her eyes, excited me to distraction.

"Not yet," she answered. "You must not yet. You must restrain yourself. I will teach you to please a lady. You must not, without permission-you shall not!"

"Oh, oh, oh! What shall I do? Gertrude-my own!"

She increased my trial by playing with my testicles with her hand, covering my mouth with her dewy, little, unfolded rosebud of a mouth.

At last I felt her flush.

"Now," she said. "Good boy to have withstood so long-now-now"-in a soft low tone-"now-fuck your mamma."

A sigh-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb.

"Oh, Julian, you angel!" as she at the same moment gave herself to the love fit.

"Well," thought I, "love makes life worth living. No wonder it is said to make the world go round!"

We fell asleep, and awoke not until the morning.

"Time to arise," then exclaimed Gertrude. "Go and get the chocolate. You will find it on the table outside the door-no, go as you are; yes, naked. I love to see you so. You look so interesting with that shame-faced look. Shame positively becomes you, you naughty, naughty boy, to have slept with your mamma!"

Before I went I kissed my mamma well on her face, eyes, mouth, inserted my tongue into her pink, seashell-like ears, descended to the red and white roses of her bosom, thence downwards along the Via Veneris.

I brought in the chocolate; we drank it very happily together.

"Julian, what are you dreading?" asked Gertrude, noticing a certain amount of gloom upon me, which was caused by my dread that that night would be the last of my joy, as Mademoiselle had expressed her determination to have me circumcised and castrated.

The Jews, I knew, were circumcised, and yet had plenty of children. It was the gelding, the castration, I feared.

I told Gertrude my dread.

"Mademoiselle will, I believe, have you circumcised, but I am equally certain you will have nothing more done to you. Mademoiselle is determined that you shall be punished for seducing Maud and that you shall bear the marks of her displeasure as long as you live. It won't do you any harm. Besides, she would be afraid to keep you with the girls unless you were so punished as to make her pretty sure you would not repeat the offence with Bee or Agnes."

"But does it hurt?"

"Yes, I think it does-like having your ears pierced; and you will be sore for quite eight days. Have you not read the Bible?"

"Oh, Gertrude! — Oh, Mamma! Could you not beg me off?"

"Certainly not! I think you deserve the punishment."