Mother’s New Governess Ch. 01

Edwina's hand left her terribly tortured and tormented titty nubs and now she snaked it down her belly to join up with her other hand and work them both wickedly as a team effort between her legs. She splayed her pink petals apart and now focused one hand on a curious little hooded button of a "something or 'ruther" at the top of her blossom.

Harry searched around and after a brief poke here and a slight prod there; touched upon the stubby little hooded button of Auntie Lucy. She let out a heartfelt HOOOOOOOHHH and momentarily closed her eyes to allow herself to become accustomed to the sensation. Her hips bucked slightly at his hand and when she opened her eyes she said in her whisper,

"Yesssss, that's it Harry. Very .......gooood!" Lucinda's hand now matched the speed at which Harry caressed her, and he was intent on matching the speed at which his mum Edwina inflicted upon herself. Mummy Edwina meanwhile matched the pace at which she saw Lucinda's hand work on Harry. It could be said that all three were now pacing their rubs against the ardor of the others around them. The activity became a collective runaway engine of passion with everyone's zeal driving and pushing everyone else who was present to only churn faster and harder with vigor and ardor!

Harry now kept his "fingering focus" on that naughty little button in Auntie Lucy's damp little nook that lay beneath her coal black thatch of pubic wire. He still could not see the target of his attentions but he could feel it clearly; swollen and throbbing much like his pego in her whirring hand except for the fact that it felt no bigger than an oversized cherrystone. With every brush of his digits upon the naughty nub, Lucy seemed to become more and more agitated in a positive way! Where before he saw rage and condemnation for his filthy inclinations, he now saw a different sort of expression in her face. It still looked a bit like rage, only there was a smile in front of it and what's more; it was accompanied by soft words of encouragement from the terrifying woman with her horrid cane!

"Yessss Harry," Lucy hissed, "does this foul thing we do give you pleasure? .....Ohhhh and do not stop! ....Well, does it? Does this filthy wicked thing we do feel nice to you?" Harry was perplexed. Of course it felt nice but he didn't know quite what to say. He could be right or he could be wrong with his answer and the prospect of a wrong answer might mean more of the cane.

"No," he answered meekly, the lie etched across his face like scratches upon glass.

"LIAR!!!!" Auntie Lucy suddenly thundered and she brought back the cane and with a SWOOSH CRACK it landed across his backside. Harry howled at the ceiling in another agonized YEEEEOOOOOOOOOOW of pain and shame at being caught at lying by his auntie once more! Oddly enough, he felt horrible burning from the kiss of the cane but at the same time there was another rush of goodness that he felt in his core and his loins that traveled up inside his pego! His Auntie Lucy continued her interrogation,

"And I suppose you have only," she said, "been using the bath down the hallway for cleaning and bathing, is that not correct?"

"Yes," he said again not certain how she could know about that other thing he did and he took the chance at telling another untrue answer.

"LIAR!!!!" Lucy thundered again and brought the cane back across his bum, producing another tortured howl from her nephew! A tear trickled down his cheek from his right eye and oddly enough another tear trickled from the end of his pego as a bit of pre-ejaculate made its presence known. Auntie Lucy paused in her pounding of his pego and caught the wayward drop on her fingertips before it had a chance to fall. She popped it in her mouth and tasted it. It appeared as though she was sampling some bit of savory sauce prepared for a main course and she let her tongue finish with it before she swallowed it down the ole' hatch saying,

"Mmmmmm Edwina, your son is so wonderfully yummy!" Mummy in the tub nodded her naughty noggin in lewd agreement and kept up her lusty self-caresses. Harry stopped finger frigging Lucy for the briefest of moments and her face grew black as a storm cloud again. She grabbed his throbber and wanked him with renewed fervor shouted,

"DID I SAY STOP?" She brought the cane back for another CRACK at his backside producing a loud howling NOOOOOOO from Harry who now had tears in both eyes preparing to stream down his face!

"That is correct! No one told you to stop! Get cracking!" Harry did as he was explicitly ordered to do and his fingers resumed "stirring her soup" as it were! He noticed that as soon as they touched her pulsing nub, her face lost some of its severity. Her nostrils began to flare again but her eyes closed for a moment as if a soothing balm had just been applied to her countenance and demeanor. She sighed for a moment and then her eyes opened and she resumed her line of interrogation.

"I am being perfectly lenient thus far Harry. Under normal circumstances I should have worn out the cane on the first untruth. Now again, in the bath did you do the abhorrent thing?"

"Yes," came Harry's feeble and defeated reply.

"Good," Lucy answered, "you see Edwina; he CAN be truthful with the proper guidance and discipline! Of course your mummy has known of this bath time abomination of yours! You have been committing it for the past few weeks. She even saw the evidence floating like sea foam in your bathwater!" Harry was open mouthed and horror struck. His heart filled with the most shameful of shame yet! His aunt had transformed herself from judge, to skillful prosecuting attorney in the wink of an eye. Despite his shock he kept moving his hand as he blurted out,

"What? Nooo!"

"MORE LIES!" bellowed Auntie Lucy whose face flashed back to its stormy rage once again! He'd done it now; nothing would save him from what was about to occur!

As her hand continued to churn his butter, she bit her lip and brought the cane back and then forward several time SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! SWOOSH CRACK! Harry let out a continuous stream of howls and tears streamed down his face like a salty spring.

He looked into his mummy's face to see her smiling lewdly as she continued her self-agitations and stared back at him. He turned his head to look into his Auntie's face for mercy; only to see her visage of stern retribution behind a teeth clenched sneer. The SWOOSH CRACKs of the cane and Auntie Lucy's ferocious tugging at his tormented tadger continued until he could stand it no longer. He blurted out at the top of his lungs,

"YEOOOOOOOOOWWWW! (sob) OH YES I DID IT I ADMIT TO EVERYTHING! (sob)EVERYTHING! I DID THAT BAD THING WHEN I WAS WASHING!" Lucy caught her breath. Her cruel look drifted away like a whisp of smoke on a stiff breeze, while her hand continued to row and scull at his now ramrod stiff oar of veiny-meat that throbbed and pulsed at her touch.

"Yessss," said Auntie Lucy, "is that not much better! Don't you feel cleaner for having come to your senses and confessed what you have done?"

"I do Auntie Lucy," he replied in between fits of pitiful blubbering, "I truly do! I most humbly apologize to Mummy and to you! I assure you that I shall never do such bad things ever again!" He continued the digital agitation of his auntie's button because she had yet to tell him to cease but he was completely through with fibbing or quibbling! A look of shock registered on the faces of both women who continued to keep their hands busy at their assigned torrid tasks but who now looked at each other as if Harry had perhaps missed a point of order.

"Oh my dear Harry," his mummy said, "on the contrary; my sister Lucy and I will help you!"

"But," he said, "those things I did were bad? You even said so!"

"Noooo you silly goose," Mummy explained, "I think we used words like vile, naughty, foul, bestial and what else Lucy?"

"I think I used the word abomination, and perhaps a few others...but never bad!" said Lucy whose face had warmed completely now as her hand continued to play rough tugs of war against his wicked willy while his fingers returned the favor on her naughty nub.

"But don't you understand," Mummy explained, "you need to cleanse yourself of you secrets."

"It is the first step," Auntie Lucy chimed in merrily, "in this lesson of cleansing hygenics. The second step is release."

"It is important to keep no secrets in an arrangement like ours," Mummy said.

"A-um....arrange....did you say arrangement?" Harry babbled, his eyes still wet with tears but now the smart and sting in his arse was being replaced by a wonderful ache in his loins curtesy of his auntie's talented tadger tugging.

"Well," Auntie Lucy suggested, "if you don't like the word arrangement, perhaps you might prefer understanding or agreement perhaps, yes? Your mummy, myself, and other members of this house have enjoyed understanding arrangements and agreements in this house ever since you grandpapa passed away when we were your age. Those arrangements and agreements have stood in place ever since in one form or another. You do find arrangements, understandings and agreements to be to your liking, yes?"

"You see Harry," Mummy continued, "I was hoping to establish an understanding with you the night you passed by my door. My heart was up in my mouth and I was waiting. That was why it was left ajar...oh no, I wasn't sleeping in the least, (giggle) I was waiting." Harry's mouth hung open like a cod's at the realization! Mummy continued,

"You skipped off to the loo, I figured you lost heart or possibly your ardor, and I figured I'd have to try again some other night. I shut the door and finished the job. I actually heard you return to the door and pause, but then you departed down to your room; much to my disappointment! I feared I had actually frightened you."

"Oh no Mummy," Harry replied, "you hadn't. I really did honestly think you were having bad dreams and felt it best not to wake you!"

"Yes," Edwina replied, "I can see that now. I must admit I began to lose my courage then as well. After the last incident in the bath when I found your little telltale species of jellyfish, I decided to enlist the help of your Auntie Lucy who is somewhat an expert and mentor in such matters. She was a mentor for me at your age when she awakened me!" Harry stared now in disbelief but he nodded comprehending what this was all about.

He heard the horrid evil cane drop to the tile floor as Lucy now ran her hand across the stripes along his bum to sooth the stings with comforting flourishes. Her other hand continued a lewd and vigorous wanking blur on his pego! She then brought his head to her bosom as a sort of comforting pillow and bid him to watch his mum and to - FOR HEAVENS SAKE NOT STOP WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH HIS HAND! He complied happily and somewhat relieved that her storm had passed; despite the fact that the rain outside had increased in intensity. Things of course were increasing in intensity in and around the tub as well!

Mummy's hand now splayed the flaps back on her lovely blossom for him to see and with her free hand she strummed at her little hooded bean. As legumes go, it was large enough a bean so that when she peeled back the little hood she was able to put her thumb and forefinger around it and give herself a merry little wank to match the one her dear Harry was receiving from his Auntie Lucy. He tried to parrot the same movement on his auntie but her legs were a bit too close together so he merely continued his ole' pokey-strokey of her button as she masturbated him closer and closer to a familiar sensation that he had already created on his own loins many times before. The wondrous thing now, was that the hand of a woman was executing the rude strokes. Oh JOY!

His pokes n' prods upon his aunt were now having a cumulative affect and her hand came up from his bum to tweak and pinch at her nipples. She now had the rhythm and the pressure and the sensation she needed. Lucy now had one more urgent request for him, (well.. more of a demand really if you get down to it).

"Kiss me Harry! KISS ME HARD!" Their lips rushed together and she smelled his scent and he hers. Their hands continued their mutual sexual agitations but now the two were fused together, aunt to nephew, mouth to mouth in a glorious kiss worthy of any romantic artist's brush! He felt like he was being happily skewered at the mouth by her probing and wicked cow tongue as the large pink organ slewed around in his mouth like it might build a nest in there! Lucy felt her inner tremor rise and she began a low moan into his lips. It was a moan that became a wail, and finally a sob straight into his open mouth!

Lucy broke her mouth away from his and howled at the ceiling much as he had moments before under the crack of the cane; only this shout was a cry of total surrender to joy! His diddling fingers suddenly were splashed by warm broth as she howled again at the ceiling plaster in a loud and heartfelt OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!

Her cunny splashed beads of hot dew down her legs and then onto the floor tiles. Still shaking like a newborn colt from the force of her crescendo, she pushed his hand away from her sex as her orgasm subsided. She stepped with unsteady legs into the tub directly between Harry and his mummy and squatted down before him, her bum barely touching the water. She took her nephew's cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him his first demonstration of fellatio while his mummy stroked on and looked on! It was a practical exercise of sorts and the student was part of demonstration obviously. Learning can be such blasted fun!

Harry took a chance and without being told ran his hands through his Aunt Lucy's hair and snarled his fingers into her black curls. He grabbed the back of her head and as she sucked him like a nursing calf, he rocked his loins into her delightfully bobbing noggin. He looked beyond his aunt for a moment and he saw Mummy look at him and nod, licking her lips in approval. He was doing so well with his lesson! Ahhh the things that make mummy's so very proud!

Harry felt it now rising up from his balls; good and strong! Auntie Lucy's mouth was just so warm and good! He would gladly brave the cane a hundred times if only to feel this wonderful sensation of her mouth upon his cock again. She impaled her head upon his pego now; aiming for that empty spot in the back of her throat that she always imagined existing and that she always longed to fill! Several strokes of the back of her throat on his penis and Harry's face became a tortured mask of ecstasy and pent up male pressure that was surging to the surface! Lovely hydraulics were at work now and soon he would not be able to stop what was about to happen; even if his life had depended on it!

His mummy in the tub bucked her hips hard against her frigging fingers. Her other hand found her cunny hole and plowed her fingers one, two, three, and four into the sopping pink tunnel while her other hand ravaged her hooded clitoris with dancing fingers and thumb! Her eyes locked on his for barely an instant but it was enough! Edwina now inspired by her son's imminent release exploded in a howling scream of AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH as her pink flower-hole began to spill her salty brine into the tub and splash forward from her frigging fingers on her sister's wriggling rump!

That was all Harry needed to see. The mouth on his penis and the squirtations of his naughty screaming mummy pushed him over the edge! In a hoarse roar of AAAAAAGGGHHHHHRRRRRRRR, he blew a piping hot load of chap chowder into his auntie's gobbler! As he thrashed his head from side to side and blubbered for the shear filthy joy of it all, his wicked auntie swallowed her first hot drink of the day.

"Edwina was quite right," she thought to herself, "he does taste like Sir William!" I shall explain perhaps another day dear readers when there is more time. You understand of course, yes?

In the bottom of the tub the three sat, Mummy in the back, and Auntie and her dear nephew taking up a position in the front; resting and reflecting. The three bodies rolled in the swirling waves and fog of the bath like they were the hulks of three great warships after a violent naval engagement had occurred and now they were just gently rocking in the post action bliss and haze of it all.

Lucy's hand jerked absentmindedly at Harry's his cockie in the water and steam for several minutes afterwards. It was really more playing with a toy than trying to get it to do anything. She was like a silly cat that had just found a rubber mouse. She giggled and kept her own council while she fiddled with his spent member. Finally she announced to Harry that his initial cleansing was over.

"Initial cleansing?" said Harry as his pego began to rise again. Her fiddles had obviously reloaded his bollocks and now his gun battery would be ready to fire shortly. His Auntie Lucy began to suck him to new hardness while his mummy explained.

"Yes Harry," she said with love and expectation in her eyes, "I was afraid you would spout too soon with me so we let Auntie Lucy rub and suck out the first merry spoutings. You wouldn't want to blow your steam engine too soon and spoil Mummy's fun would you?" He shook his head and she shook her head with him.

"Good," said Mummy tapping her sister on the bum, "I suspect I can now have a good proper cleansing bath with my fine young man!" Lucy came up for air nodding her head in agreement. Below her was Harry's sea serpent, breeching its angry head from the water and ready to go again.

Harry changed spots with his Auntie in the vastness of the lovely clawfoot bathtub. Auntie Lucy took up a position at the foot of the tub facing the other two with her legs apart and her hands set to bother her sex and bubbies. The water was still nice and warm. The rain outside had never let up. It was the sound of rain pattering on the window panes and on the roof above that roared in Harry's ears as Mummy shifted back against the rear of the sloping slipper shaped bath and Harry advanced to join her in some "good clean fun." Hygiene after all is such an important lesson for a young gentleman to learn!

To Be Continued Dear Readers if You Vote it To Be So!