Mother’s New Governess Ch. 02

Mummy's level of delightful agitation began to rise with his strokes and prods until finally he noticed her petals began to open and with that, the core of blossom now gaped before him; showing an open pink hole, slickened with dew and emitting a musky truffle scent that wafted up and danced in his nostrils. Her hand grabbed his wrist and she re-directed his probing fingers to the yawning and throbbing entrance. She pushed his finger to the mouth of her sex and then shifted her weight back onto his hand, making his finger careen up into her channel and scour the passageway in a fashion that produced a pleasant sigh from her lungs.

"Oohhh that's it Harry! Clean Mummy with your finger! Do it!" she coached him, "Just UUGGGH like you are doing! It is pleasant for Mummy to be cleaned like this! .....Can my little boy stick two fingers in there? How about two?" Harry complied and placed two, .....then three, and then after half a minute four fingers up inside the hole to Mummy's sex.

"OOOOOHHH Yessss! You are doing well," Edwina wheezed and hissed to her son as her cunny began to juice and dew, "now just hook your fingers a little dearest! Hook those fingers and clean that little mass of tissue just around the corner of Mummy's....OOOOOHHHHHH! HAAAAHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS!" Harry jumped a bit but kept stroking at the swollen little internal whatever it was, unsure of what he had done or if he was doing it correctly.

"Not to worry, you've hit the mark boy," came his Auntie's voice from over his shoulder, "and you are most certainly NOT hurting her!" Auntie Lucy had moved to a new position in the tub, standing on her knees behind him, her fingers whirring on her own sexual nub beneath her black thatch as she kissed his shoulders and breathed in deeply to inhale his scent. Her lips began to nibble and nip again at his shoulders and in between those same lips provided little whispers of female mentorship for her nephew's ears.

Lucy told him that the most satisfactory way to plunge-out such a hole as the one he was lodged in up to his knuckles, was to begin to increasing the pace and vigor and listen for the squishy sounds. He did as she directed him and in half a minute's time, he noticed the squishes began to gather and build inside Mummy's opening. Edwina's motherly moisture began to flow and down in her throat her grunts and yelps began to carry the notes of increasingly joyous urgency! Auntie Lucy now told Harry to apply the thumb the same plunging hand against his mummy's hooded starter button and within a few strokes the action had the desired result. Mummy shook and screamed, her bum bouncing up and down like the rump of a bucking mare and her hot broth cascaded from her hole; splattering onto her bewildered son as Auntie cheered him on in one ear like he had shot his first pheasant!

Lucy hugged her nephew and told him what a fine job of cleaning he had done and the panting wheezing face of Mummy looked over her shoulder weakly told Harry that she genuinely shared his auntie's opinion! Edwina however was not through, oh no! She was just getting started. She raised her bum up and called back to her boy,

"Now the other hole please, Harry!" Harry looked at his Auntie who smiled and nodded as if to say, "C'mon Luv, that hole won't clean itself!" Harry placed the same digit that had initially plied his mother's cunny to Edwina's rude little rectal rim and pressed as gently as he could. He heard Mummy push out her air through her nose and the tight little rim yielded. He pressed in through the elastic grip of Mummy's sphincter and then onward into the foul warmth of the passage beyond.

It was most certainly warm back there; warm like Mummy's other hole but not as moist. Edwina now bit her lip as she adjusted to the finger that had pushed through the portal of her poo pucker and she allowed herself to relax. A moment later and she bid Harry to push the finger up all the way in. He did and slowly advanced his digit on a scouting mission up the strangest of any passageway he had ever explored. It was a naughty warm tunnel and a tunnel that had now apparent end in from what her could feel. He wondered if something as big as his cockie could ever fit in something like this.

"You know what this hole is dear Nephew," his auntie asked. "Yes?"

"Yes I do," said Harry whose throbber continued to twitch between his legs as his finger explored his Mummy's most private of apertures, "it Mummy's poo-hole."

"Yes it is," his mummy answered from down at the bottom of the tub, her mouth just above the waterline, "and you know what you are doing?" Mummy's fingers from one hand snaked up from under beneath and began to tease and bother again at her hooded legume as her young man's finger poked and explored inside the entrance to her entrails.

"I am checking to see if you are clean," Harry answered.

"Yes," Mummy replied, "and do you feel anything?"

"No Mummy," Harry answered, "just skin and warmth inside?"

"And do you know why you feel it to be so clean," his Auntie Lucy asked over his shoulder, her tone somewhat that of a pedantic schoolmistress. Harry shook his head. Auntie Lucy explained.

"You didn't run into anything up inside your mummy with your finger because she and I both gave each other a good cleaning out before coming downstairs to find you. I have a device that helps ladies clean out their bottoms before a finger or anything else travels up inside such a place. We cannot be too clean now can we?" Harry shook his head --No emphatically as he agreed with his auntie. Mummy seemed to be enjoying his finger back there but she suggested that there be a change up now in the bathing procedure.

"Harry," she said, "now do be a good boy and un-cork Mummy's bum carefully so that I may turn over please. Oh and thank you for a lovely cleaning up back there, you have been most attentive!" Edwina now turned herself and lay upon her back. She bid Harry to lie down next to her in the water. Auntie Lucy once again assumed her position at the foot of the tub and continued to wank away at herself, but cheerfully added that if Edwina needed her; she'd know where she could find her!

Edwina reclined back in bath, parroting the manner of an Odalisque painting by one of the great masters. Her fully grown cub took up a spot at her side and she cuddled him closely; nuzzling at him as though she might start licking him clean before putting him down for a nap. She found him to be just as exquisite and intriguing up close as she had expected and fantasized about in her noggin; those expectations partially fueled by her previous peeks and her flesh gropes as she toweled him off in the bath a few weeks prior.

Now she held him as a child would a new puppy, sniffing and pecking at him whilst letting her hands roam about his landscape, (or more appropriately a "ladscape" that was transforming day by day and with ever increasing speed into a "manscape"). She bear-hugged him as if she was going to squeeze the stuffing from him and turning her nose to his neck and hair, she huffed in a deep sucking lungful of his scent. Her nose detected a feint musk and sweat that had , not unlike sandalwood mixed with fine leather. Oh dear she realized....he smelled just like his daddy to her as well!

His rampant and throbbing pego now was apparently much in need of attention; for it angrily hopped up and down like it was throwing a tantrum of sorts from neglect. Upon noticing how it danced so, Edwina snatched it up in her free hand; providing a "mother's touch" to address Harry's "little problem." She asked him if his naughty little tadger was hurting him and he nodded in the affirmative, so she happily gave him soothing little wanks and bid him to suckle and nurse upon her swollen teats.

Perhaps she bid him to suckle her out of nostalgia from a bygone time when she had more of a hands-on approach to the rearing of her offspring or perhaps she had a more carnal requirement - she wasn't certain. What she DID know was that "back in the day," she would never have enjoyed the touch of his large veiny John Thomas in her hand while nursing him! Furthermore, as Harry's hand crept over her leg and and across her black thatch so as to locate, vex, and diddle, at her hooded bean; she doubted seriously that fiddling upon her instrument was ever essential for nursing but then again; she was "content as could be" with this "variation" on the timeless old activity and thrust her hips appreciatively against his caresses!

The three "would-be cleansers" in the tub were once again interrupted, as Meredith now arrived with a second pair of steaming buckets. She added in the first pail of hot stove-water and the level of the tub rose a bit more. The room again filled with warm foggy vapor in sharp contrast to the cold drizzle spattering the grounds and walls of the house outside. It was most certainly a good day to be in either a hot bath or a warm bed!

As the second bucket load was poured into the bath, Harry continued nursing but looked up out of self-consciousness due to the maid's presence. Again she appeared to not pay him any real attention, but at one point he noticed her eyes did lock onto the rampant veiny rascal that Mummy now manipulated in her lovely little "man-handler" of a hand and what's more; the rude little maid stared at "it" for at least a five-count. Her stare presently melted from cold awe into an appreciative smile.

OH HOW SCANDALOUS DEAR READERS! Absolutely scandalous! The maid should have been attending to her business -but NOOOOO!! Instead of course, the lewd little tart was ogling Harry's "lad lumber!" No wonder that in a few decades the Empire would have nothing left of it! The shame!

Now mind you; maid was only distracted for the briefest of seconds, but ole' Harry saw what he saw! Meredith's eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, and her tongue touched the underside of her upper lip as if her mouth had gone dry! Her hand adjusted the blouse of her maid's uniform as if the chest area had suddenly become a bit tight. Her gaze, however temporary it may have been; seemed to be the equivalent of a photographer's lens being open for an instant before the shutter snaps-shut. The image of a veiny shaft of flesh in Edwina's wanking fingers was thusly preserved on a glass plate negative in the back of maid's mind, and most probably for her later use when things were a little more private and solitude was assured! Whether or not Mummy saw this reaction remains a point of controversy but Edwina did happen address Meredith with question that snapped the maid out of her torrid trance of carnal distraction.

"Oh, and Meredith," Edwina said politely with the sweetest of smiles, while sculling away at Harry's oar, "would you be so kind as to inquire with the cook to see if we might have some tea brought up?"

"Mrs. Applebum has already put the kettle on Mah'am," Meredith answered with a polite curtsey, "I can bring the service up straight away."

"Oh that will be very good Meredith," Mummy responded just before remembering something. "Oh and Meredith,"

"Yes Mah'am?"

"Please toss in a dose of medicinal gin into Harry's tea," Mummy requested, "he had a bit of a nasty knock on his noggin when he stepped on this treacherous bar of soap. It's around her someplace, where is it?" She shifted her bum cheek and the soap shot like a dart along the edge of the tub, striking the perpetually self-abusing Auntie Lucy in the thigh at the opposite end of the bath and causing both ladies to squeal and titter! Apparently they found the laws of Mr. Newton quite amusing!

"Yes of course Mah'am," replied Meredith who disappeared from the room but not before taking one more "mental tintype" of Harry in all his glory. Her eye caught his for the briefest splice of an instant and he believed he saw her smile. Pucker and lips full of teat, he turned up the corners of his mouth and "shot it back at her." A second later she was gone carrying a bit of a smirk on her lips and a tingle in places further down and in multiple locales.

Oh dear, such impertinence from a servant! This never would have gone down had Prince Albert even so much as half a breath in his lungs, absolutely ghastly! Oh...and where was I? Oh yes....

As Harry suckled and chewed at the naughty protruding nub, Mummy's hips began to rise and thrust against the tips of his fingers. Shortly "Mummy and Junior," had found a particularly wicked rhythm that while not exactly a harmless n' tame caress; it happened to be not so zealous as to force Harry to culminate early-on and spoil Edwina's fun and Oedipal merriment! She ventured a guess that with this new tempo and friction, she could beat upon his drumstick indefinitely and build upon his briny reserves. She decided after a few minutes of this wonderfully intimate session between mother and son that the time was right to pose a few questions to him so as to "keep things moving" without startling him as he negotiated this exciting new world she was sharing with him!

"Harry," she whispered in his ear before kissing the top of his head and breathing in the scent of a lovely hair oil she'd purchased specially for his birthday, "what was it you were up to when Auntie went downstairs to find you? She looked first in your bedroom and found you to be conspicuously absent so I suggested the hall toilet and then the downstairs parlor to her where she located you."

"I had out my bug collection Mummy and was labeling my butterflies," Harry answered her.

"Your butterflies? Why... that sounds very interesting. You love your insects don't you?"

"Yes Mummy," Harry answered, "I would have taken the dogs out for a bit of shooting but the rain was so terrible." Harry was most fond of hunting and fishing. He loved stepping out with the dogs and the guns through the fields and countryside. Nothing was better than to be out on the land with golden sunshine splashing over all things green and lush! It was as if Mother Nature had dipped her brush in the most vivid of breathtaking pigments and used ancient Albion as her canvas! Harry saw it as her most precious gift; affording him the esteemed privilege of trudging across the many beautiful places in her paintings; to find all manner of wonderful little scurrying, fluttering, dashing, and leaping creatures, and to blast them to pulp, hair, and bits of bloody feathers before releasing the dogs to tear the little buggers to smithereens! Er...um... I mentioned he also was fond of fishing too, yes? Well, good.

"Oh," said his mummy, "why indeed it was nasty outdoors, and still is! Well, I am happy you are here now with myself and your Auntie in this nice cozy tub, away from the wind and the cold, but possibly not the wet I suppose!"

"A different sort of wet, I suppose?" observed Auntie Lucy down beyond their feet who pulled two wet fingers from her juicing quim and plopped them into her puckered gob to suck them clean and making certain that Harry saw her do it!

"Yes," Mummy observed thoughtfully. She caught up a bit of pre-ejaculate from the tip of Harry's cock and pulled her finger away, trailing a slimy string that looked much like melted sugar. She popped it in her puckered mouth but not before first commenting, "a different sort of wet MOST CERTAINLY!" She swished the briny little bit of salty protein around on her palate, before swallowing and continuing.

"Harry," she asked, "so what was it, you were you doing with you bug collection?"

"Sticking pins in them mostly. Putting a pin through the abdomen of the specimen and then making a label so as to tell what they were."

"Sticking them were you?" Mummy said feigning interest, "oh... that sounds terribly engaging."

"Yes," Harry explained, "some have a little bit more, some have a little bit less to stick in. Usually if I can find a spot on the specimen where the guts should be, that is a fine place to stick em'!"

"Oh how very fascinating," said Mummy, "you realize that I have a lovely little sticking pin here in my hand don't you know?" Harry paused at first. He then looked down to observe her strokes and wanks and immediately understood her meaning. He nodded and chuckled with her as, Mummy had made a witty one!

"What is more Harry; I have a lovely butterfly that I can show you! Do you wish to see it?"

"Yes," he replied not exactly understanding her choice of metaphor but he was certain he wasn't going to be observing some species of rare Lepidoptera in this bath; despite the fact that the air had become positively steamy and probably quite comfortable for most fluttering insects, especially the tropical variety. Edwina pushed him back and then rose from the hot depths of the bath. She reached over the side of the tub for a low rough-wood dressing stool and then brought it up n' over into the bath with the legs submerged in the soapy water but the seat of the stool being high and dry.

Mummy sat her bum atop the stool and parted her legs as widely as possible so that her bum and nether regions were now clear for her lad to observe. Harry crouched in the water before her. Auntie Lucy could see that her sister was in danger of tumbling over backwards so raising a finger to her sibling as if to say, "Wait one moment please," she rose and stepped quickly around the two entomology enthusiasts and provided her sister with a secure "back-rest" to lean against. Mummy could now recline slightly in the furtherance of her son's education and put both feet upon the edge of the bath. I so DO love science! Don't you, dear readers?

The subject was now ready. The student was in position to observe. Lucy reached forward n' down over her sister's tummy and found her wiry thatch mound. With a pair of fingers she parted Edwina's lips, and displayed the rare and much prized "Pink Pussy-Lox Swallowtail Butterfly" for Harry's review! Harry's jaw again dropped open again and it was a wonder it did not hit the water on this occasion!

"Aren't butterflies simply wondrous things Harry?" his mother asked. She was met by a completely dumbstruck and open mouthed nod from her pupil who never took his eyes away from the lovely specimen.

"Well," she continued, "just like the butterflies you stick pins in; Mummy Nature paints this one you see here (and all the ones out in the big world); in such an amazing and wonderful multitude of shapes and colors! Mummy Nature loves variety and beauty, do you not think so?" She was met by another dumb nod by Harry.

"I think so too," Mummy said, "and your auntie and I are going to make it possible to inspect oh so many butterflies in this big wide world if we have our way! Now do you know what else Mummy Nature does with this sort of butterfly?" Harry shook his head but he was certain he would find out momentarily.

"Why she gives it the most beautiful and pretty hooded head," Mummy explained as Auntie Lucy ran one finger down across Edwina's clitoral nub and peeled back the fold of skin that partially enveloped it.

"I believe," Lucy added, "that he has already some experience touching my butterfly head; although he didn't get a decent look at what he was attending to!"

"Oh well," Mummy replied, "then this IS an enlightening experience for him! Harry, have you ever kissed a butterfly?" The dumb codfish-mouthed young man once again shook his head but kept his eyes screwed on the captivating bit of wonder before them.

"Well," she continued, "I should think it is high time you learned. Lucy! Please hold the little wings apart; just like you are doing, and Harry! Please give our little pink and purple friend a kiss!" Harry was not at all sure what he was doing but fascination overcame any sense of his being intimidated by the unfamiliar. He leaned forward, opened his mouth slightly, and his lips and tongue met the mushroomy truffle touch of Edwina's lovely feminine salmon filet!