Mother’s New Governess Ch. 01

He tip toed by her door and as he stepped two paces past it he thought he heard another woman's voice inside; that of his cousin Mabel. No, he thought,...she is sleeping down the hall in Auntie Lucy's bed. Don't be a fool Harry...must be a mistake.

He then passed by his Auntie's room. He heard a similar commotion. "Lucy must be a tempestuous sleeper as well," he reasoned. As he got two steps down from the door, he thought he heard his sister's giggle. No, a trick of the head. It couldn't be. Her room is way down the hall!

He made his way to the loo, did his business, and returned to his bed, (staying clear of that awful sticky spot). He slept. He began to dream. In his dream world he could use the restorative power of his nightly adventures to recharge his mind; fighting pirates, finding buried treasure, and discovering rare butterflies. His dreams however were filled with the strangest of images. A room inside the house had been festooned with pillows and cushions. Music of a strange oriental variety played by an unseen party of musicians in the alcove.

In one corner stood the upstairs maid, Meredith. She had prepared a hookah pipe and was standing naked to the waist in a set of harem pantaloons puffing on it and making perfect "O"s while she waited for Harry. He walked into the room and she offered it to him.

He took a deep cleansing drag as she fondled her large goblet sized breasts before him. He set the pipe in its holder and she took him to the center of the room. She dropped her pantaloons and got on all fours, naked and fleshy as a freshly plucked goose. His Auntie Lucy appeared next to him; not stern or dour, but beaming with encouragement!

"Take her!" she urged him with a smile and a nudge to his ribs. She opened her crimson and green oriental robes and dropped them to the floor, saying again to her nephew, "take her! She is here for your pleasure. Mount-up my sweet!" Harry suddenly found himself naked. It was if his clothes had evaporated completely. He walked up to Meredith's upturned bum and skewered her on his pego. The maid shrieked in a yelp of pleasure and excitement. He grasped her by the hips and thrust hard up into her!

Harry awoke lying on his tummy. His dream had tormented his mind and churned his loins into a supreme state of agitation. He still remembered his dream and thought that if it was good to be the King, it was bloody well marvelous to be the Sultan! He did the wicked deed again, careful to keep things on the other side of the bed. He slept.

In the night it began to rain. It was a heavy pouring rain that hung like a blanket over everything in the Devon blackness. It was still raining hard in the morning when Harry was sticking pins in his little multi legged friends; fresh from the killing jars. He had just put a label next to a particularly beautiful blue green moth after impaling it like he was a Romanian Prince thwarting a Turkish invasion when he heard a voice behind him, "Good morning Harry!"

It was Auntie Lucy. He set his bug collection down and looked at the clock. She probably was set to get cracking early.

"Oh don't worry Harry," Auntie Lucinda reassured him, "we won't be putting noses in books today." He sighed a bit from relief and she chuckled at him. She then put a hand to the side of his head and brushed his hair with it.

"I do think that there will be some lessons however, but not what you were expecting. First let's get up these books and put away all these lovely butterflies!" In no time, books and butterflies found their way up to the shelf with very little effort. Harry's auntie then took him by the hand, leading him past the black Jamaican downstairs maid, Drusilla.

"Drusilla," Auntie Lucy said, "Harry is to take a bath this morning. See that he is not disturbed until he is done. He is getting a bit of a chill I think from this absolutely vile weather." The Jamaican woman nodded her head but she thought he looked fine. She shrugged her shoulders and set about her work; grateful that she didn't have to be picking up his bugs and messes this morning!

Harry began to protest that he felt perfectly fine, but Auntie put a finger to his lips and for an instant her stern visage returned. It was the briefest flash of correction but it was sufficient to make him clam up and do as he was told. At the top of the stairs his auntie explained to him,

"Today's lesson is about health, relaxation, and hygienic prevention. You do know what I speak of?" His answer was cut short as she continued,

"I think with this weather, one cannot be too careful. Wouldn't you agree?" She stopped at Edwina's bedroom door and knocked. Harry answered her question.

"Of course Auntie, but why are we not heading down to the loo in the hall? See here, I think I can bathe mysel..." He was again shushed with a finger to his lips but this time the woman's face was not stern, only smiling. A voice from inside said, "DO COME IN!"

It was mummy and her voice seemed to be coming from her master bath. Apparently she was preparing things for him. In a way, she had!

Upon entering the room with Harry Aunt Lucinda bid him to remove his bathrobe and pajamas. He protested,

"But I..."

"Not to worry," Auntie Lucy corrected him," undressing in front of a Governess is like undressing in front of a doctor or a tailor fitting you for a new suit! There is nothing I haven't seen." Still Harry protested with, "But I..." and a stern voice shot from inside the bath in the next room,

"HENRY CORY! DO AS YOUR GOVERNESS TELLS YOU!" It was mummy and she sounded quite cross! She'd called him Henry too and not Harry...this was bloody serious! Odd thing though, had he heard her sloshing about in the tub? No, that couldn't be. He was the one who should be taking the bath, correct? Oh never mind Harry, it was trick of acoustics or some such fiddle-faddle that he heard! He was certain of this. He stepped out of his things and his Auntie gathered them up in her arms.

He was now naked as the day of his arrival on earth. He was a little perplexed by what was occurring but he decided to step off smartly alongside Auntie and get this silly lesson in hygienics (or whatever it bloody well was), out of the way..... in the hopes he could stick a few more pins in his bug collection!

He got to the doorway and his mouth dropped to the floor. Sitting in the bath was his mummy. She wasn't preparing the bath for him; she was in it and she beckoned for him to join her!

Harry looked first to Mummy and then to Auntie, not knowing what to do. Mummy continued to beckon with her finger. Auntie nodded and said, "Go on Harry. It's alright. It's time!"

Harry stepped over the rim of the clawfoot slipper tub. When Mummy was given the house, Sir William (or bathing Billy as he was called), presented her the home with a modification. It seems bathing Billy loved the bath. He spent hours in his tub at Sedgewick Manor and he did everything in the bath. He shaved, he read the paper, he dictated correspondence, he read books, he ate meals, played chess by mail, he took his brandy; all in the bath. Once in a great while he fell asleep there too!

Sir William thought the modern clawfoot bath epitomized civilized society and he saw it as proof that the Empire had a right to its supremacy. He had all the main bedrooms and guestrooms in his manor house outfitted with oversized clawfoot tubs that could hold a large person plus two or three more! Actually, oversized might be putting it somewhat mildly. It was unconfirmed but there were sources at the time that said the large tubs with their garish gold trim could hold Billy, two bottles of champagne, three ladies of normal proportions (four providing corsets were tight enough), and a floating box of cigars.

Yes he did everything in his bath...and everyone apparently! That was how Edwina became great with child in the first place. It was also how she became a great aficionado of the bath and the act of bathing. The experience left her "imprinted" as it were, and she often wasted hours in her own tub, thinking of Sir William and what might have been, all while letting her hands wander down beneath the surface of the soapy water and bubbles for a little "self-dredging" of her little pink harbor!

The only difference was now it appeared Edwina would be getting some "new and youthful" excavation equipment to dig out her pink channel beneath the soapy depths. By the looks of things she might even be getting the ole' canal widened a bit by it all! She simply just loved civil engineering projects and the arrival of the heavier equipment on the project site was most certainly welcomed! She didn't regret her decision in the least regarding changing out the manning for the job!

Harry now stood in the steamy warmth of the clawfoot bath. The water was up past his ankles and halfway to his knees. As bathtubs went, it was most-certainly spacious; much bigger than the one in the hallway loo.

He had remembered as a very young lad bathing in this enormous monstrosity and he thought it "big" then. Standing in it now, he noticed that it hadn't changed at all in that respect, for it was enormous. He guessed it large enough for him and at least five more people. He crouched to sit down only to be corrected by his Auntie,

"Remain standing Harry," Lucinda said with an air of authority that reminded him a bit of an angry policeman, "and place your hands on top of your head with your fingers interlaced!"

"Really," he said, "I don't see how it could..." He was interrupted by a stinging CRACK to his bumcheeks which caused him to howl in pain with a loud YEEOOOOOOOOOWWWW! He felt a searing heat and wondered what on earth had just struck him. A second later he had his answer as Auntie Lucy held in front of his nose, the rattan cane she had brought with her three days earlier.

Auntie Lucy's face changed and became tranquil (almost kind), in stark contrast to the hornet sting she had just inflicted across his arse. He saw that despite her expression, she was deadly serious and he did as told; interlacing his fingers over his thick black head of hair while his Mummy crouched on all fours down in the water, looking at him with a pleasant smile over her shoulders.

"Now then," said Auntie Lucy, "I am going to ask you some very specific questions as part of this lesson." She said this in a soothing voice that dripped honey and she gave him that same gentle loving smile.

"In order for your release and relaxation to be complete," she continued, "and your cleansing to be thorough; you must be absolutely truthful. I will not stand for lying little boys!"

"No Ma'am," he answered "no lies at all!"

"Good," she said placing the cane against his bare bum so that he could feel its intimidating knobby touch, "my first question is simple. ..... Did you not get up a few weeks past in the middle of the night and go to the loo?"

"I did Auntie," he answered.

"And did you not," she continued, "walk down the hallway past your mummy's room and see her door ajar?"

"Yes...on one night I did."

"Good, and Harry what did you see?" she asked in a whisper with her eyes coming together in a squint.

"I saw Mummy, sleeping."

"You saw her sleeping?" she said with a condescending tone of barely concealed derision, "And was she sleeping soundly?"

"No," he answered, "she was moaning and talking in her sleep."

"And was Mummy clothed?" she asked. He became uneasy. How much did she already know?

"N-n-no," he stammered, "she was naked accept for her stockings?"

"I see," Lucy said, "and did she do anything else? Did she do THIS?" Lucinda nodded with her head to her sister. Edwina demonstrated sinking one hand down and under her belly to rub and vex her furry pink sex; not three feet from her son with her arse high off the water! She moaned and screwed her eyes shut and ran her tongue across her lips saying, "Oooohhh yes...just like that...oh just like that please!" and other things to that affectation. Harry immediately understood. He nodded his head -far too bashful to speak.

"And," continued Auntie Lucy never raising her voice but speaking with the same loving smile and patient tone that became more ominous and accusatory with each word, "you watched her didn't you? You watched her you naughty wicked little boy! You went to the loo...and then you went to your room. You got back in your bed....and you sinned! You sinned thinking about your mother! You rubbed and abused yourself and you did a foul deed in your bed to yourself, YES?" By the time she was finished speaking she sounded like an old judge seething at a convict in the dock who was about to receive the harshest of penalties but she never raised her voice. She let intimidation and Harry's own uneasiness do the rest.

"NO!" blurted Harry alarmed by how the questions had turned, "NO I WENT TO SLEEP!"

"Went to sleep?" asked Auntie Lucy stepping back for a moment to hamper of dirty clothes, "then how do you explain THIS?" She reached into the laundry items and held aloft his sheets like a semen encrusted battle flag for all to see!

Yellow protein-splotch circles betrayed his releases over the course of several nights. Auntie Lucy then held up several articles of bed clothing and night shirts; all encrusted with dried foul crust of wasted seed. There was only one man in this house who could have wasted it too! Harry was caught and he felt the door to a trap slam shut behind him. He stared at the water, not able to look up and feeling horrid, horrid shame. Lucy returned to the edge of the tub.

She placed the cane back against his bum and with her free hand, she grasped his penis in a vice-like grip. Curiously it was rising already. The sting on his arse had stirred something down in the depths of his balls and then the sight of his mother's self-abuse demonstration combined with fear had agitated him to a certain degree of "readiness". Now he was terrified that his aunt would rip his tadger out by the roots and he winced in pain. Mummy had stopped and turned around onto her back simply watching him now. Finally she spoke and provided him with an explanation.

"Oh Harry," Mummy said, "I wasn't sleeping darling. I was awake and dealing with a need, a vile wicked need of mine! You understand yes?.... I mean; we all have our needs!...You DO understand me?" He nodded a speechless and humble "yes" to her rationalizations, but then his aunt (who now held his cock in her talon), interrupted the tender moment of forgiveness with,

"That still does not diminish the fact that you watched you mother and you lusted for her!" Her voice was now harsh, loud, and judgmental.

"NO!" he replied.

"Liar!" his aunt spat back, "You lie like all naughty little fellows who see their mummies and wish to do wickedry with them! They then sneak off to a dark little corner someplace and commit beastly acts upon themselves! How did you do it, like this?" She partially released pressure on his shaft and her hand began to caress him with gentle sustained strokes of his cockie between her thumb and two fingers. Harry felt a mixture of shock and horror and pleasing sensation all at once. He blurted out,

"Mummy mummy! Auntie Lucy is..." he was interrupted by Edwina who immediately understood his panic and assured him.

"I know dearest! I know," she said, "it feels nice doesn't it? Yes of course it does! Just relax and let Auntie Lucy give you a good cleansing and release!" Edwina sat back against the rear of the tub and placed both bare feet above the rim. Her legs were now spread wide and she raised her bum nearly clear of the water. She reached one hand down to her sex and one hand up to her bubbies and began to torture and self-abuse; all while looking into the bewildered eyes of the son who had been born through the very sex she was now tormenting with her fingertips!

"But Mummy," he protested, "it is so wrong! Auntie is your sister! I am her nephew!"

"Yes," said Edwina in agreement as her hands worked her naughty bits in a lewd and coordinated staccato, "but wrong things in the correct measure can be so wonderfully right! Now allow your auntie to proceed with your lesson dearest." She now bit her lip and closed her eyes as she achieved a pace and pressure that she'd sought for. She then opened her eyes and locked them on Harry's.

Lucy's hand was now a blur on the cock. Her eyes were riveted upon his face and her teeth clenched. She was now feeling a certain degree of foul excitement and her nostrils flared in anticipation. She brought the cane back for a windup and continued to shag him with her whirring hand. Harry felt now only waves of shameful pleasure. His auntie was wanking him and he was giving in to it!

She brought the cane forward with a splitting CRACK! Harry half howled half whimpered as the hot hornet sting found its mark across his rump! Lucy felt his cock throb and leap in her hand. "Yes! He is one of us," she thought out loud, "I can feel it in this cock. How it jumps and throbs so!" She stepped back again from him as he watched her eyes for a moment, uncertain if he had received a reprieve. It was not to be.

Lucy simply unfastened her buttons and soon the dress fell to the tiled floor. She stood in her naughty underthings and pantaloons which were open at the crotch as was the fashion of the time. She rubbed herself "down there" for a minute. She stared into his eyes and down at his throbber. She pouted her mouth with gritted hissing teeth as if the sight of her nephew's erect phallus and his naive countenance was some powerful stimulant she had taken in.

A half minute later and pantaloons and unmentionables were lying in a great lacy heap around her ankles. All she wore now were her modest jewelry and her black high buttoned shoes. She stepped forward and took his veiny member in her hand.

She now frigged at him with renewed fervor with the same teeth-clenched hissing pout upon her face. Harry looked at Mummy doing ghastly things to herself in the steamy water and then back to his Auntie with her lustful expression. It was all so horrid and bestial, and wonderful for him at the same time!

Lucy half turned to him. She brought one of his hands down from his head but told him to keep the other right where it was and not to move a muscle until she said so. She then redirected his fingers, placing them at the black furry bit of thatch between her legs while she kept on wanking him. She then brought up the cane from the side of the tub and placed it across his bum; resting it atop his buttocks.

"Frig me!" Lucy said in a raspy whisper. Her nostrils flared and her breasts heaved like a horse's rump at a gallop. She tapped his bum with the cane like a pencil upon a desk, and her hand remained a blur on his cock.

"Frig me!" she said again in the same raspy whisper but with more intensity, as if there was a fire in her loins and she needed his hand to smother it! He began to move his fingers around and she closed her eyes for a few moments. His hand traveled down through curly black wires of hair until he found a warm fleshy slit. He pushed against it and he looked back at Mummy and her lascivious self-abusings.

He could see Mummy's pink sex yawning open like the mouth of one who was about to fall asleep in a very comfy chair. He didn't quite know what to do with his fingers, but as he watched Mummy do her wickedry to herself; he judged that the same should feel nice to Auntie Lucy. He kept an eye on his mother's quim caresses and transferred those movements to his Aunt's warm wicked pit of mystery!

His fingertips found a crease of meaty flaps of tissue, (somewhat swollen and engorged like a pair of puffy folded lips). Mummy had separated hers apart but this took a bit more doing with Auntie. His touch now found more delicate flaps of flesh beneath the puffy folds and Auntie let out a whispered AAAHHH upon his discovery of them. Her hand continued to frig upon him with the same pace but with deeper and more forceful ardor. He kept his eyes upon the demonstration model presented by Mummy's sex and noticed the inner flaps looked something like the rare Indian Lotuses she and Grandmammah grew and raised in the rose garden. From this, it dawned on him why gardening was such a secret passion for some!