This novel is the story of an incestuous love affair-a relationship at once passionate, tender, and perverse, between mother and son.
The reader who reacts to the preceding sentence with a sense of shock and a slight twinge in the lower abdomen is bodying-forth through his own nervous system one of the most basic taboos in our culture. Indeed, the taboo on sexual relations between mother and son is so deep, so all-pervasive, that many people, if asked where it had originated, would reply that it was simply "natural"-an instinctive aversion felt by all but the wicked and perverse.
Unfortunately for this theory, the maternal incest taboo is not universal, though it is much more nearly universal than some of the other forms of behavior tabooed in our culture. For example, in many cultures a period of sexual experimentation before marriage is expected and even encouraged, for both boys and girls. When the primary function of a wife is to bear children, as it usually is among primitive people, then a premarital pregnancy is not a liability but a distinct asset. But value systems in which incest with the mother is tolerated are admittedly not common.
Historically they have existed, however. Among the royal families of ancient Egypt and the Inca kings of Peru, incest was not only acceptable but obligatory. The king always married a close blood relation-usually his sister-but father-daughter and mother-son marriages are also recorded. This privilege, however, was not extended to the general populace. Its reason for existing in the royal family was the belief that the royal house was divinely descended. The blood of the gods must not be corrupted by a genetic union with ordinary mortals.
If the taboo on maternal incest is not "natural" or "instinctive," where and how did it originate? Of course marriages between close relatives are traditionally supposed to produce defective offspring. This belief is more likely a reflection of folk superstition growing out of the taboo on incest than it is the result of observing genetic factors. As any animal breeder knows, close in-breeding intensifies both desirable and undesirable hereditary traits. In any case, the mechanisms of genetic transmissions were not known to our remote ancestors.
So the taboo against mother-son incest was probably in its original form derived not from instinctive revulsion nor from observations of heredity, but from the structure of the family. To possess a woman who belongs to one's father (and a relationship with a step-mother is also regarded as incest, though no blood-relationship exists) is to expropriate his property, to challenge his authority, and to diminish his status. In pre-literate cultures exact relationships are often less important than a respect-pattern based on generations. All the women of one's mother's generation may be called "aunt," for instance, even those who are not her sisters. Since the transmission of authority in primitive cultures is most often based on age, any behavior which blurred the lines of generational division, such as sexual relations with a woman of one's mother's generation, would be felt as challenging behavior, rather like the campus demonstrations currently so much in vogue.
Of course, for a sexual taboo to exist and to be embodied in law and religion, as the incest taboo is, demonstrates that the taboo is sometimes violated. There is no point in prescribing punishment for a nonexistent sin. Indeed, there is some reason to believe that underlying the strength of any negative reaction is a pull toward the banned, but desired, behavior.
Sigmund Freud, the father of modern psychiatry, developed out of his therapeutic investigations the theory of the "Oedipus Complex." Oedipus was a figure in Greek mythology and drama who unintentionally married his mother and killed his father without knowing their real identities. Freud believed that all young boys, at around the age of three or four, go through a period of attraction for the mother and resentment toward the father. While their feelings at this age are not sexual in the adult sense, they love to be physically close to their mothers, and jealously resent the father's caresses of his wife. Quite often they tell their mothers that they will marry them when they grow up. Similarly, little girls may be super-affectionate and flirtatious, "all female" with their fathers at this age, while they are cold and super-demanding with their mothers. Most children, of course, come to accept the fact that their parents, while loving them, cannot belong to them wholly and solely. In fact, the little boy who sees at three or four that his mother can love both husband and child, and that his father has marital privileges which are denied him, is laying the groundwork for a healthy marriage of his own. An occasional misguided parent, however, may lavish all his or her attention on the child, while ignoring the spouse, as the mother does in this novel. Though there is rarely physical incest, a form of emotional incest does occur, when a young boy successfully "captures" his mother, becoming obviously more important to her than her husband is. For such men "I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad" is not a compliment to Dad's good taste, but the expression of a neurosis. Such men may become homosexuals because, subconsciously, they indentify all women with their mother and so sexuality with any woman feels to them like incest. Or they become "Mama's boys"-the kind of fussy old bachelor who, at fifty, is still looking for the right girl and taking his mother out to dinner every Sunday.
Some social commentators see currently at work in American life a progressive emasculation of our men, a rising incidence of homosexuality, and what has been called by some a "child-centered" culture. Are American women indeed seducing their sons, in the spirit if not the flesh? Perhaps female readers may find in themselves more of Edmee de Montcourt, seducer of her own son, than they would have thought possible.
Karl Otto Pappenfus, Ph.D. Minneapolis, Minnesota February, 1969
CHAPTER ONE
Madame Edmee d' Montcourt was one of those cute Venetian blondes who never grew old. At thirty-eight, she was a beautiful and coquettish little Parisian lady, doll size and apparently fragile. She looked better without clothes than wearing them, but even though clothes hid her sexy shape, people still turned and stared at her in the street and admired her prettiness and aristocratic beauty. Her mysterious look gave the impression of a delicate fairy, at whose feet one could fulfill an existence of sweet and sensual dreams. Married to a distinguished judge in Paris, she was well-known in high society, where she was very much appreciated for her intelligence, charm and distinction. Her marriage was like many others-an alliance of situation and fortune: birth of a child, a boy, followed by frigidity. An admirable mother, she never neglected her son. She always wanted to bring him up herself. So, she learned lessons from a professor in order to be able to teach her dear Maurice. Maurice grew up, seeing his father very rarely. He was very close to his mother and she was very concerned about him.
At twenty years old he had grown twice as large as she.
An absolute intimacy was established between the mother and the youth. They agreed on everything, and she was even amused by his most risque affairs during adolescence-those affairs of the heart and body a mother generally must ignore. She loved for him to tell her everything, and thus a strong degree of confidence grew between mother and son.
When he became old enough, he escorted her to parties and was happy to dance with her. He satisfied all her fantasies about youthful admirers and was very proud of the admiration that she received.
Where one would meet the mother, one would meet the son; they would arrive and leave together.
Before parties, Maurice gave the last touch to the elegant outfit of his mother. He harmonized colors, arranged a curl, added a flower or a jewel to her shoulder and many times he replaced the chambermaid-busy and observant, while Madame Edmee would change from her everyday clothes to her cocktail dress. Maurice had always turned around at the salacious moments, rather than view the voluptuous charms of his mother. When she was ready to change her underclothes, she would say, "Close your eyes," or "turn around." Trustful in the habitual formula, she was not bashful, she relaxed, sometimes powdered herself or caressed her breasts and hips to make sure that she was still young, firm and most of all, desirable.
But one evening, after the famous "turn around", Maurice, distracted, did not turn around and did not close his eyes. Then he saw the most beautiful body, as white as milk, of ideal smoothness, a tiny body with round hips and pert buttocks, soft and wide thighs, slender calves, firm and high breasts, a poem of adorable flesh with striking seductivity. He had never seen anything as divine as that. Her sigh lifted her breasts, then Edmee made a motion to find out what was the matter with him and surprised his ecstatic eyes.
"Oh!" she said. "The naughty boy hasn't obeyed me. Quick, turn around, sir, you are not supposed to look at me like this."
She occupied herself with her dressing, sure of having been minded by Maurice. In a gracious pose, her hands on her hips, she took a deep breath in front of her mirror to enjoy the effect of her breasts, of her satin stomach, of her evocative navel, of the elegant shape of her legs. Then, two hands touched her thighs, a burning breath tickled her and lips kissed her buttocks. She didn't rebel, and a weak voice whispered, "Oh no! Titice, what is happening to you?"
The hands which were holding her took her hands, she abandoned them, she saw her big son on his knees, his head on her breasts. She tried to escape even though he emprisoned her with his arms. She was breathing hard and she screamed, "Terrible child! Terrible child! You are not thinking about that, are you?"
He was perfectly well thinking about that-thinking of fucking his mother. His lips were sucking the tips of her breasts. He pressed himself against her and manipulated her like a doll, examined her from head to toe and became more daring in his caresses, and putting an emphasis on the ass he was licking, and on the thighs he was tickling. More and more weakly she murmured, "Come on, this is not serious. I have just the time to get dressed. Your father is waiting for us at the Brezinsac's party. Calm yourself."
He did not calm down at all, and she started laughing with little nervous giggles which revealed her desires along the path of temptation. He then guided her in poses of abandon. He bent her so his caresses could reach to the deepest parts of her buttocks and her thighs. He multiplied his maneuvers and she held his head in her hands and sat nearly on his shoulders, allowing his fingers to play with her clitoris. She said, "We are losing our senses, Maurice! What's wrong with us?" She saw him take his clothes off and did not protest. She saw him as naked as she was. He was so tall and so virile. She saw him contemplating her in silent adoration. She gazed in his eyes and read the desire which urged him to fuck her.
"Would you dare?" she said simply, moving her body sensually toward him. He did not answer but took her in his arms, biting her lips and running his hands over her body. Soon she was caressing his pulsating penis. She murmured, "Let it happen, let it happen! The time is fatal! Let's fuck, and we will reflect upon it later."
He laid her on the carpet. They writhed in the ecstasy of their possession and they withheld nothing from their passion as they frolicked on the floor, his prick plunging deeply through the love-channel down which he had galumphed into this living, breathing, fucking world.
They never regretted it.
"We shall do it again," he said. "I shall want your body again and again, my mother."
"Evil is done," she answered. "We shall do it as many times as you want. I shall give myself up to you completely whenever your desire is strong."
CHAPTER TWO
In spite of their intimacy, she would not allow him to see her bathing. As soon as he was dressed, she threw him out and called her chambermaid. They met each other again in the car on their way to the Brezinsac's.
Muffled up in her furs, she sat at his side, rocked by the fast car. She did not say anything and neither did he. The atmosphere had changed, for on their previous "dates" they had laughed and joked a lot. They were sighing every now and then, reading each other's minds, thinking about what they had done and Imagining each other in nudity. They were both embarrassed and aroused by these thoughts, wishing they could repeat their fucking bout at once.
"You are not talking very much," she murmured softly. The silence was broken. He took her hand and pressed it with passion. She leaned toward him and added, "What madness, what madness! What have we done? It is irreparable."
Was she expressing regret or was she just talking? He looked at her seductive and roguish face, her smiling lips which invited a kiss. He covered her with caresses and finally answered, "How short it was, and how many thoughts of loving you were devouring my mind!"
Her gloves were climbing up above her elbows. He looked as if he wanted to measure them, and his hands sneaked to her naked shoulders under the fur. She shivered.
"Be good, Titice, don't wrinkle my clothes. We will do it again and it will be longer. It will last longer and be better when we have time to fuck properly."
The Brezinsacs were having a party in honor of their daughter's future marriage.
Madame de Montcourt and her son entered the salon at about 10:00 p.m. and Monsieur de Montcourt rushed toward them to admonish them for their being so late.
The salon was filled with a brilliant and glamorous company. Everyone was dancing and as soon as Edmee appeared, several dancers stopped and asked her to waltz. She accepted graciously. Maurice started dancing as well, and everyone had a good time.
At around 11:00 Maurice was breathing the fresh air of the garden when he heard the name of his mother pronounced not too far away. Two gentlemen were talking. He listened, hiding behind a bush.
"Madame de Montcourt is without a doubt the queen of the ball. What grace, what charm, what delicacy, what vivacity and how that tiny body can promise delectable surprises! Not one of our younger girls can eclipse her, not one of our ladies could surpass the beauty of her shoulders ... and the rest she lets us imagine.
"Oh, I had been really crazy about her. And it took me years to tame the passion she inspired in me."
"And she never encouraged you."
"Never. I declared my love, as you know. She answered me amiably enough, but she wanted tranquillity and didn't understand fucking outside of marriage."
"Oh yes! I certainly do not ignore anything. I was hoping myself that with time ... but the time has passed and she has always repeated to me, 'Come back in a few months, nothing indicates a change of my ideas yet.'"
"Look at that, isn't that Montcourt who is dancing with her? Good Lord! one would think he is courting her."
"Really, would we be assisting the reconciliation of a couple!"
"Why, was there trouble?"
"No trouble, but indifference. What is happening to Madame de Montcourt? Her complexion is glowing and she is more bewitching than ever."
"Perhaps the pleasure of regaining her fickle husband."
"Oh! If she were only fickle."
Maurice's blood was boiling in his veins, and a violent desire to slap the two men's faces was torturing him. He controlled himself. They were both important political figures, and his father needed them.
They finally went away and he noticed that his father was most eager around his mother.
This bothered him very much. He managed to be close to her at the next waltz, so he could dance with her.
"You had forbidden it. I was reserving you this dance," she said.
While they were holding each other he murmured, "You promised that we would fuck again. I cannot wait very long. Sin is committed if there is sin. I want to do it tonight."
She shuddered, and, already full of desire, she answered, "All right tonight, but you will have to wait patiently in your room. Your father might want to fuck me, too, for a change. He asked to take me home tonight, and I cannot refuse and you cannot do anything about it, either. I am so surprised, for it has been almost five years since he has expressed any physical desire toward me." A hilarious thought hit her and she burst out laughing. "Perhaps he senses a relationship between his wife and his son and it excites him-the way of the blood!"
In this kind of circumstances, cynicism is a necessity. She was joking about the invasion of her flesh by her own young son. She went on, "Will it repulse you to be second?"
"Not at all, I'll be waiting for you. I shall not go to sleep," he said. "I shall take pleasure in fucking my father's buttered bun."
"Go to sleep. I do not want you to be tired. I'll wake you. Do not worry. Your father is always very fast when fucking."
This was a very respectable family in the best of society. They were extreme enemies of prostitution and were fervently supporting the enforcement of law and order in the streets. Madame de Montcourt was already extremely admired, but on this particular night she received more compliments than she had ever gotten before. This exquisitely divine woman was radiating beauty. One can notice: women advocating extreme forbidden loves add to their charm an unusual talent of seduction which rivets to their skirts packs of sensual, pleasure-starved males.
Maurice was staring at her shoulders. At the last measures of the dance he said to her, "You are the queen by the perfection of your figure and by your shoulders. My eyes are stripping your dress and I am contemplating your body as when you seized my senses. When my arms entwine you at this moment it is like holding you naked, my mother. You are not my mother any longer, you are the mistress of my soul and body. I could kill for your caresses and fight for your fucking."
"Shut up, shut up! You are making me dizzy. Searched by your gaze, I see myself naked before your eyes and my whole being is penetrated with desire to fuck. You are not my son any more. You are the man whose grasp takes me beyond everything. I would commit murder if it would increase your pleasure from my flesh."
Nothing betrayed the passion of these words. They looked very natural, perfectly normal. Their sealed hands alone were fiery, soldering their impressions and the worlds of lasciviousness they were dreaming about. They stopped close to Monsieur de Montcourt, who delightedly exclaimed, "Do they look like mother and son?"
"Oh no! They look like brother and sister," someone said.
This was an ironical commonplace. Edmee and Maurice laughed together.
All three of them went home together. Monsieur de Montcourt talked about the sensational case, a murder, of which he was a judge. As soon as they got home, Maurice went to bed with a book. At 2:30 a.m. he was still waiting. He decided his mother was not coming by 3:00 a.m. At 3:15 he became impatient. He was trying to resist the desire to surprise his mother in those paternal arms when the door opened. Edmee appeared in a beautiful nightgown. She was fresh and rosy.
"You were about to give up, Titice, weren't you?" she said. I could not come any earlier."
"It certainly was long."
"Don't get mad. Listen to me."
She sat on the end of the bed without taking her gown off.
"It took him more than twenty minutes before he could get to my room. He had to sign several papers and that is important to a man like him, of course. I was in bed and he sat on the edge of the bed just like I am sitting with you now. He tried to court me as if he had never met me before. He was pretending he couldn't find my legs in the bed because I am so little. When he tried to grab my leg, I moved it. I admit that we both had a good time together, playing that game. Then he talked for at least fifteen minutes. Finally he took off his clothes and got into my bed. There the curtain must fall."
"No, please continue."
"Oh! You want details. All right, Titice. I lay very close to him so he would be faster. He raised my gown, touched my cunt and then asked to kiss my stomach. He never had that idea before. I didn't let him because it would have taken him too long. That certainly was a wrong maneuver, because he begged me for a long time. I rushed everything by playing with his prick with my hands. It wasn't very much fun. Then he got a terrible idea! He wanted to spend the night with me. I convinced him of my tiredness. I told him he would wake me up too often, since I wasn't used to sleeping with someone. Well, he left me alone. I jumped in my bathroom to clean myself, and now here I am. What do you want from me?"
"Get between my sheets and we shall see if we cannot fuck with some facility ere the dawn breaks."
Her night gown fell to the floor. She kept it close to the bed in case an emergency would call for quick dressing. Then without hesitation she crawled naked and lusting into her son's bed.
"Weren't you afraid that you might be caught coming to my bedroom?"
"Of course not. Don't I have the right to my son's bedroom? Or, I could have been on my way to the bathroom."
"Do you go there like everyone else?" he exclaimed. She burst out laughing.
"Of course I do."
"I can't imagine you sitting there like everyone else. With such a beautiful body, I just can't imagine it."
"I am not any more beautiful than others, and you have had enough mistresses to know so."
"No, no, it is impossible that you be like everybody else. I'll believe it only when I see it."
"See what?"
"You, on the John!"
"Oh, the nasty, ugly boy! You dare mention such horrors. Ah no, do not tickle me. Why are you imploring with your eyes?"
"Climb on the pillow and play a cat in heat."
"Like this?"
"Yes, but on your hands and knees."
"How bizarre!"
As he wanted it, she knelt down on the pillow, thrusting her pussy out at him. He beat her buttocks tenderly, passed his hand between her thighs, scratched her stomach and brought his lips close to her asshole, his nose was right in between her buttocks.
He praised her forms over and over, foraged between her thighs with his fingers. She fluttered. He started licking her ass greedily.
He stopped to admire her and exclaimed, "No, no, nothing can come out of this delicious hole. It is too cute."
"By dint of talking of that, with your hand burning my stomach, you give me a tremendous desire to shit."
"I wish you would so much."
"Are you serious, Titice?"
"Very serious."
"Would it really please you to see it?"
"See you, oh yes!"
"Why me?"
"Because it seems so extraordinary, and anything extraordinary excites me."
"Then I cannot wait to show it to you. Can you believe it?"
"Are you going to, do you want to?"
"Yes, let's go."
They jumped out of bed. She put her robe and slippers on.
"Be careful. We don't risk much, but we have to plan everything. I go to the first floor bathroom, for it is more roomy. When you hear me open the door, you come down and we shall see what your nasty idea is worth."
She left the room as if she was going to the bathroom in the most natural way.
CHAPTER THREE
In wild cases, nobody can foresee the limits of erotic fantasies. As soon as one can liberate himself from the rules, the permissable natural acts seem tasteless and insipid. And then the most eccentric, the most loathesome ideas arise. A woman never turns down anything; she feels the manifestation of her powers even in abject degradation. An incestuous woman could wallow in shit to arouse her unusual lover to frenzy.
Edmee, like a shadow, walked down the hall. On each side were the main bedrooms of the mansion. She walked faster when she passed her husband's bedroom door and finally reached the staircase. She went down in the direction of the most comfortable bathroom of the mansion. She entered and turned the light on. She heard Maurice coming down the steps. He stopped in the dining room and finally appeared with a Seltzer bottle, a flask of perfume and a jar of cold-cream.
"Why all this outfit?" she asked after she locked the door.
"You will know soon. Do you feel like shitting?"
"You have a one track mind, dirty young man."
"No doubt about that."
"You will not be able to see anything once I sit on the John."
"You are not going to sit, your are going to climb on the John and squat. I will bring the lamp to see better."
"What about a retreat?"
"No."
"Okay."
She climbed, pulled her robe up to her waist and squatted.
Maurice knelt down really close to the seat, directed the light of the lamp on her ass like a spotlight and inclined his head underneath to watch the spectacle better.
He contemplated the full spheres of her ass spreading out in magnificent width, the open crack and the hair between her thighs drowning her clitoris. Finally he was able to watch the brown turd, coming down slowly. She was holding it with her rectal muscles, pushing very slowly, so he had time to follow it with his eyes until the weight pulled it down.
She flushed the toilet. That was all.
"You are some sort of a pig, my son, and so am I. Do you still think it is pretty?"
"You mean you are already finished."
"Damn right! I do not have that much room in my stomach. If you want to play the butt wiping boy, go ahead. Here is some paper."
He took the toilet paper and got busy. But he did not do a satisfactory job enough for Edmee. She wiped herself again, allowing him to watch that exercise.
He was dressed in coat and pants. Kneeling down, he exhibited his prick, long and hard. Madame de Montcourt exclaimed, "I had not seen it this afternoon, but when I was touching it I could imagine its length. I am surprised you did not cut me in half with such a tool. I am afraid to do it again now. Well, let's go back upstairs anyhow."
"No, we still have something to do."
"Oh, you want me to witness your operation? It would be polite: I shit, you watch, you shit, I watch!"
"No, not at all. Get down on hands and knees, keep your robe up and don't move."
He looked for a second at the salient buttocks, took the seltzer bottle and sprayed a strong gush of carbonated water in her crack and thighs. It tickled her and she loved the pleasant sensation.
"You have a good imagination," she said.
He dried her with a towel, plastered his penis with cold cream, grabbed her from the back and attacked her asshole.
"Oh no, no! Maurice, you are going to hurt me! I don't want to suffer! I won't be able to hold my screams and somebody might catch us. Please, I beg you, stop. Do not kill your mother."
But was there a mother and a son in this brutal wild scene?
Maurice was not even hearing her. How could he have listened to her? The eroticism, born while she was dressing in front of him in her room, developed by the long wait for her in his bed and dramatically aroused by her spectacle on the John, was dominating him completely and bewildering his senses. Pushing with all his weight on Edmee's small hips, he was pricking the overture of her ass, which little by little received him. He was locking up her buttocks with his thighs, was flattening them with his rump-strokes, was bending her to the floor. The male strength, ten-folded and fierce on the cute, tiny creature, was reaching its goal. Madame de Montcourt, flying-buttress herself, was trying to escape but she was only succeeding in driving in the cruel penis. She was crying.
"I am punished, I was crazy and miserable. He is quartering me. He is not my son anymore! Oh, how painful! Oh, the ugly, the stupid the cruel! I am going to scream, Maurice, I am screaming. Too late. Ah! Ah! you are continuing, ah, you are far enough! Enough! Ah! Ah! Don't push anymore, I feel you in my bowels, you cannot go any further! Ah, you are splitting me, my God, my God! Ah! my love, yes, yes, go ahead, push, I am not suffering anymore, hold me well, yes push hard, yes! I understand now your prick in my ass, here we are, your hair tickling my asshole, you are holding me good, oh, I had never done it, you are letting me breathe, you are not moving anymore, Oh! How good it is to be empaled this way, yes move, slowly, you are getting it out, oh no, I want to keep it longer. Oh, it is out, you are putting it back, good! Oh, you are tearing me up again, but push anyway, it's worth it. Ah! yes hurry, it's time, it's coming, I am dying."
Ass-strokes answered to stomach-strokes. He turned her head around and kissed her. They had a violent sensation which hung them up to each other for five more minutes before his prick gushed a copious load of white, thick cream into her hungry bowels.
They finally separated, breathless, unable to move.
"We have to go back upstairs. We'll say goodbye in your room," she said when her pulsating body calmed enough to allow her to speak.
"All right, we'll fuck again before leaving each other."
"Yes, darling."
They stood up, looked at the weird surroundings they had chosen for their love night and remembering their acts, they were filled with desire again. Maurice felt a weight between his thighs, for his prick was getting bigger, longer, as the thought of fucking his mother once again became strong within him.
Astonished, she screamed as she felt its thickness and length.
"Is it possible you put this whole thing in me?"
She turned around to exhibit her buttocks and crack, and added, "You have to be the Devil in person. As soon as you're finished, you are ready to start again, but this time you'll have to wait until we're upstairs."
She saw the seltzer bottle and a crazy idea crossed her mind.
"You douched me in the ass, now douche me in the cunt." She lay on the floor, raised her legs, spread them and commanded, "Go ahead."
Maurice obeyed. The spray first got the hair all wet and shiny and then, better directed, hit the jewel which she was daring enough to open the lips with her fingers. He played the spray over her clitoris and up and down the pink, moist flesh of her pussy while she writhed in an agony of desire.
"Delicious," she murmured. "Do it again."
He emptied the bottle on her as she was squirming on the floor, her cunt spreading its own juices as copiously as the seltzer water.
He expressed the desire to fuck her again but she refused.
"No, we are too tired. In your room, I promise. Go on first and get some food in the kitchen. I am hungry, so we'll have supper afterwards."
She was not feeling pain from her torn up asshole anymore.
Even though Maurice was still very horny, he did as she said.
A few minutes later they met in his room. It was 4:30 a.m.
"Time passes so fast, let's eat."
"No, let's fuck first. The eating part could be explained more easily if somebody happened to surprise us."
"Who would come?"
"I don't know. Perhaps my father."
"When he sleeps, he never wakes up."
"A maid."
"She would knock on the door first."
"You prefer eating to screwing?"
"No, no, what ever you want, Titice." She climbed on the bed and opened her arms and legs.
"But your thing doesn't stop growing. You are not going to hurt me in the front as you hurt me in the back."
"You are so chicken, look, it is sliding in without any trouble."
"It might come out through my mouth, if you push too hard." He laughed and pushed as hard as he could, pressing her passionately. She was participating better than in the bathroom for she knew how to move better being more experienced in this position. He fucked her vigorously, and they enjoyed a mutual delicious come.
They were finished and a little tired. She started complaining about her sore asshole. It burnt a lot. He massaged her with cold-cream and, relieved, she started eating.
"Tell me, that which you saw coming out of my ass-was it beautiful?"
"Not as ugly as people think it is. Nature is always very fascinating to me."
"It did not repulse you?"
"No, or I would not have visited your ass in the way I did."
They talked and ate for one more hour and she went back to her bedroom to get a little sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, she was sore and sick.
She woke up very late and had her chambermaid announce that she would not be there for lunch-that she was not feeling well. She was going to stay in bed and that she would not see anyone.
Her ass felt like as if it was completely raw, and she was irritated by the violence Maurice had shown her. Her cunt, too, was raw from the fierce fucking he'd given her.
She cried in her solitude, accusing herself of being a criminal, as she was ashamed of her past behavior. She had a vague terror of being punished for her immoral acts.
What was she thinking about when everything happened? Why did she let it happen?
She calmed down in the afternoon and ordered a light supper, but still refused to go to the dining room and ate in bed.
Her husband, extremely worried, came to her room. She hardly talked to him. Her son came and knocked at her door, she did not let him in.
He did not insist, afraid to upset her. He thought she had one of these feminine spells that are really without consequences.
Her cunt and buttocks were extremely painful and she could hardly move. She convinced herself that some of her feminine organs had been hurt badly and she got scared. How could she dare see a doctor in these circumstances. He would examine her and figure everything out right away. She felt a little better after her dinner and fell asleep.
Maurice, disappointed, went out with some young friends and pretended all evening that he had a good time. In fact, he was very disturbed.
Having discovered incest, he burned with passions he could never give up anymore. He was shaking from his mother's refusal at the door.
Who could know? She might have regretted her actions and made up her mind about it. And even though she had promised to do it again, you never know what may happen next with a woman.
But he was capable of everything to convince her. The good family man, well-mannered and quiet, was becoming a wild animal who could be led to extremist activities by a hot, juicy cunt.
He came back home at one o'clock in the morning, determined to enter his mother's bedroom. He observed his father leaving Edmee's bedroom. He hid, so he could not be seen. Getting undressed quickly and keeping only his pants and coat, he sneaked into her room through the bathroom door.
There was a night lamp, which lit the room softly. Without a sound, he got in between the wall and the side of the bed. In case of alert, he could hide there.
Edmee was asleep in a gracious pose, her head on her arm, a leg over the sheet; her whole body was turned in his direction. Her thighs could be seen through the half buttoned gown. He contemplated her with delight and murmured, "Edmee, Edmee!" He was not saying mother anymore.
She was breathing regularly and did not move. Undecided, he hesitated to lie beside her-he wanted her approval first. Slowly he leaned down and kissed the knee with a very light touch. She did not move. He became more daring and pursed his lips on her upper thighs, moved them to her navel. She jumped. He stopped and hid on the floor between the bed and the wall. He felt that he should not spoil anything in hurrying too much.
He could not hear her move, so he stuck his head out and saw her, lying across the bed, her legs in his direction, her gown rolled up to her waist, the thighs well spread out. Was it a suggestion? He doubted it since a hand was hiding the palace.
He got on the bed and kissed her thighs, getting closer to the hand that covered her hairy pussy. He licked it with the tip of his tongue and it moved to the side, leaving a free passage. His tongue snatched the jewel; a weak flutter revealed that she was not sleeping. He repeated with fervor, "Edmee, Edmee."
The hand touched his head and leaned on it, pushing it against her stomach, and he darted in a panic of suckings, jerks and breast oscillations.
All of a sudden a sound of steps jerked them from their ecstasy. He jumped at the head of the bed behind the hangings. The door opened and Monsieur de Montcourt appeared before she could even pull her gown down. She barely was able to grab a handkerchief and rub her cunt, wet from the young man's saliva.
He did not suspect anything and as she was pretending to sleep he stared at her, admiring her half naked body; soon he became emotional and approached her face to practice the same caresses as Maurice. She figured that she would let him do it a little bit and then pretend a sudden awakening, stop him, throw him out and lock her door. She was not mad at Maurice anymore. She had only desire left for that robust male who was taming her.
Looking at the love jewel, the judge opened his large mouth to swallow it, sucked it, but felt it slipping out of his mouth, when his wife jumped and screamed, "What, what is it?"
"Don't be scared, my little cat, it's me, your husband, Arthur.
"You, Arthur, you again, after I expressed all my exhaustion and told you of my desire for rest! What's happened to you? You have been rabid for the past two days."
"Is it a crime to realise how worthy you are?"
"It took a long time. Is it a reason to punish me when I am sick. Your passion might hide the horrible plan of getting rid of me."
"Oh, suspect a magistrate of something like this, a magistrate famous for his integrity."
"Let's not talk about your integrity. You are persecuting me instead of trying to please me. I want to sleep. I am sick and if you don't go right away, I am going to call the police to drive me to a hospital. At least I could rest there."
"All right, my dear, I am leaving. Sleep in peace."
"You have come back three times tonight. It could last all night; I am going to lock the door."
"You won't have to. I'll stay in my room. I promise." Crestfallen, he went out; she went right behind him and locked the door. Maurice, who had removed his coat and pants, was already in the bed when she returned.
"At least you are not shy. You are ignoring the fact that I want to sleep."
"You would not have locked the door, if you really wanted to sleep."
He grabbed her in his arms and pressed her on his heart.
"All right, but please, no violence tonite. I have suffered thousands of tortures all day."
"If you had received me, I would have relieved you."
"In increasing my pains."
He took her gown off.
"So, Titice, is it a serious affair?"
"Very serious, we have to swallow Sin."
"No, you see, I shall not do it again, your thing has expanded since yesterday, it terrifies me."
"You are too soft; am I not the son of my father and doesn't he have one just as big."
"Not as long, I promise! And I am not used to the way you stick it in and the hole you stick it in. Your father has yet to stick his prick in my asshole."
"If he knew what I saw of that little hole."
"Dirty you, don't talk about it. I thought I could never look you in the eyes again. Perhaps we had drunk too much."
"It is not that bad! This poor father of mine, you don't treat him too nicely and it's too bad. I was interested by the spectacle."
"Are you mad?"
"Not at all. I could see him shake with desire, and I was hoping you would satisfy him."
"You were hoping! What are you imagining now?"
"I don't want to deprive him of his happiness, and you need some practice, only to enlarge your hole. It'll make everything easier."
"You're telling me all this too late. He is in bed."
"Go and get him. He will not resist you."
"Oh, no."
"I want to be a good son to my father."
"But what you are asking now is even more horrible than what you asked yesterday."
"Edmee, please. These are stupid narrow-minded ideas."
"Why are you calling me Edmee?"
"Because I see the woman, not the mother."
"Ah, you can answer any question. You've always the last word. You really want to watch your father and I screw." s
"Yes, it's pretty unusual."
"I am telling you again, you're the Devil but I am giving up. I will not have too much trouble talking your father into it. Watch, but hide well."
She got up, put her gown back on and without a robe, crossed the little hallway in direction of the judge's bedroom. She entered it and asked, "Arthur, what's wrong with you, why are you calling me?"
The judge, half naked and discomfited by his unsuccessful attempt at fucking his own wife, was ready for bed. He answered, astonished, "I didn't call you, dear. You were dreaming."
"Oh! I got so scared! I thought something had happened to you. I am reassured now. Goodnight."
"Imprudent, you came in a gown and are going to get cold."
"Then, let me go."
He was holding her hand and kissed it. "At least let me accompany you to your room."
"No, you would not be reasonable."
"Why did you come in your gown then!"
"To be near you faster. I was worried."
"You were worried, my darling; then you have a little bit of affection for me, even though, I neglect you so stupidly."
"You don't deserve it."
They were walking, holding each other, toward her bedroom. His hands were already pulling her gown up and massaging her buttocks and thighs. She did not protest.
When they got close to the bed, she pretended to be modest and said, "How could I dare come to your bedroom in this outfit."
He knelt down and put his head under her gown and kissed her hairy cunt. He answered, "If you had come without anything at all, the angels would have eaten you all up."
She leaned on the bed and abandoned her thighs so that she wrapped them around his neck; he covered them with frantic kisses and caresses.
"My love, my darling, you are not mean anymore. Here let me kiss you some more right there."
She was backing up towards the bed, leading him, trying to see Maurice watching them.
She voluntarily fell on the bed, offering her entire body. The husband, frustrated for the last few days, got down between her thighs.
She appeared on an angle and in this position their eyes met. Maurice was staring while almost holding his breath.
Cynical, as all women are when rut possesses them, she managed to stretch an arm toward him. He licked the tips of her fingers. At this contact, she felt violent flutters, and the judge thought he was responsible for them. Everything was going just fine. Arthur de Montcourt did not know that he was a voluptuous spectacle for the two incestuous lovers.
He satiated in sucking her vagina and clitoris and finally decided to attack her buttocks. She opposed that; she was afraid that he would notice the scratches on her crack. But nothing could stop him. He turned her on her stomach like a doll and she felt his tongue searching her crack; she could not resist, enjoying it thoroughly. She was not thinking of Maurice.
The judge had a lot of experience. He knew how to tongue her asshole in a manner which provided the utmost pleasure.
She started squirming under the newly discovered caress. Seeing that she was ready, he climbed on the bed and with all his weight sank his enormous prick into her moist, hot cunt.
Maurice stood up behind the drapery and masturbated frenetically. He reached a climax at the same time as his father.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What you did was not very pretty," she said as soon as they had calmed down. "One does not kiss those places, and you have not only kissed them, you licked them, sucked them, bit them in a hundred different ways-what a scandal in court if I went and told everything you just did. These sexual fantasies are pure perversion. I shall not dare come out of my room and face peple after what we did together. How shameful these actions are. How shall we dare to face our son."
She went on and on, acting as offended and naive as she could.
"There is nothing wrong with all this my little cat. The shame is that we waited for twenty-two years; how many beautiful years lost."
"Do you want to catch up now?"
"Oh yes, I want to teach you all of the tricks."
"Thanks, you tore me up. I think it is time to go to sleep. You will have to go to your bedroom."
"You will not be mean again and refuse my invitations?"
"We shall see."
"Good night, my darling."
"Good night, Arthur."
She locked the door behind him, just in case, and ran to her bathroom. Maurice walked in.
"Are you satisfied, perverted man? I have served you the scene in its entire development."
"There is not another woman like you."
"What if I refused you now, if exhaustion is paralysing me."
"Your eyes don't seem to say that. Why do you look at my prick like that? Does it tempt you?"
"But it is not possible, it is made of rubber, it is as long as a cane."
"You're exaggerating. Sit on it like you would ride a horse and you'll realise that it does go farther than your navel."
She held it in her fingers and shook her head.
"I cannot believe he got in here and in there. I don't want it in my ass anymore."
"Let's get in bed and play, and you'll ask for it yourself."
"I don't think so."
The long machine was fascinating her, she did not cease to play with it, to look at it, leaning on Maurice's stomach, and she finally sat on his chest. Her face was getting closer to it; she examined it with curiosity, feeling the wrinkles and following the veins with her finger.
Obeying the impulsion of Maurice, she found herself sitting on his chest in a perfect 69 position without even realising it. She abandoned her legs to his discretion and felt him biting her hair and licking everything from her clitoris to her buttocks. She was still holding his cock in her hands. She was delighted by its size and a big envy was worrying her. She got more excited and her stomach was hitting the young man's chest; this envy was devouring her but she was repressing it with a rest of modesty.
He was drowning the scars of the proceeding night with saliva, trying to anesthetize her asshole. His tongue was going back and forth in the crack, and finally stopped in the crucial point, explored it, and left room for an expert finger to prepare the way. She was dizzy and excited to the extreme. His tongue was driving her mad with desire. His finger was burning her whole body. She stretched and her forehead rested on his hair. She pressed in and his prick was standing right in front of her eyes, touching her hair. She touched it with her cheeks and all of a sudden put her lips on it.
Maurice, understanding her desire, pushed his penis further into her mouth. Mad with sensuality, she sucked it with delight and pressed it all over. Throwing her hands back she spread her buttocks with her own fingers and screamed, "Stick your thumb in it, prepare me. Yes I want it, yes!"
So he did. It did not take her long to change position; she grabbed his penis and sat on it, pushing herself without his help. She did not feel any pain this time.
"You are my lover, Maurice. I cannot be without you anymore."
"Yes, Edmee, perfection in voluptuous acts can be reached only with one person."
"Yes, and between us everything and anything is permitted."
CHAPTER SIX
These abnormal situations never fail to develop eroticism that the smallest opportunity inflames and that is fed by the most simple details of life.
The mother and the son agreed on being very careful in front of Monsieur de Montcourt. What would happen if he suspected them? They decided that he should be able to enjoy his marital rights without restrictions, and any time that he expressed the desire to do so, Edmee should accept without hesitation. Since Monsieur de Montcourt was in a passionate period lately, they decided to write to each other every day to express their desires, get used to their unusual affair and discover their sensual intimacy.
They exchanged a few letters that they tore up after reading.
Edmee to Maurice
You wanted me to speak about my body so that you'd feel convinced of your rights! What's to talk about first? Through the fog clouding my vision, I perceive the serpent swelling and lengthening-ready to impale me. At this moment I am thinking, and feeling rushes on my legs and thighs and I have to resist the desire to slide my hand into my pants. I would preier yours. I'll have to talk of my little behind first-modestly-I really should not say little, I don't envy anybody, remember you gave it to eat the thing which hides in your pants. How can it be that so many good things can be concentrated there! I could not have believed it before you taught it to me. You know you'll be able to brag about a very unusual thing: skewering the virginity of the one who brought you forth. My eyes are coming out of my head at this thought. My lover. My dear one. I want to talk about what you desire the most; I am not afraid anymore, the scratches have all healed. I am so happy that you hurt me at first: now I almost have the courage to play pitch and toss over your machine! (I hope I don't miss.) I have got to stop now; we must be reasonable. I am getting excited.
Maurice to Edmee
So, just a few little words on paper get you horny. You stop. You did not even describe any details I want to hear. You don't speak about the geography of your ass. You say, "Tune in tomorrow for the conclusion." Edmee, Edmee, be more daring in your letters and if you get too excited to be reasonable, just come on and play pitch and toss with me. We'll see who is the most able to reach the reward. Now, dear, I want you to measure the length of your crack, the thickness of your buttocks and you'll realize that my penis, whatever else about it, is smaller.
So don't be afraid anymore. I was envying the chair on which you sat when you wrote to me and I wanted to be under your skirt biting that ass I love, which I saw suffering, which has no mystery for me; I saw it doing good work. It remains unchanging in its purity and charm. I kiss you passionately.
Edmee to Maurice
Your letter under my eyes, I have dreamed, I have delighted myself with it. (You wrote a bad word-ass-and you were talking about mine). Yes, my ass becomes a hero of which you sing the struggles and feats. You'd like to celebrate its feats. My ass, there is nothing vulgar about that, for it tickles my soul and becomes a poem for me. Your adoration makes me proud of it. I want to put it under your lips. I have a measuring tape and I am going to use it and send you the measurements for your happiness.
I am dreaming and suddenly feeling rushes from my calves to my thighs; my stomach burns, my navel contracts. What's happening? I'm taking my skirt off, my pants off, I pull up my slip and one of my fingers goes astray, where? I get up and go to the mirror to watch myself masturbating. Titice! I see my stomach, my navel and the rest: they all deserve your passion. I never have contemplated myself this way; a woman is truly beautiful. I understand now what she can inspire. Now comes the time of measurements. I decided that I was going to measure the depth of the crack also. I pulled an armchair in front of the mirror and squatted on the seat, and tried to insert the tape in my crack, but my hand shook. I think I'll wait for you to do it.
Maurice to Edmee
I am not an ingrate, I am fair. I know all that I owe to this pretty belly, to this jewel, to this lotus, to these thighs, to these wonderful treasures. My hand shakes and I want to tickle your calves, my lips run to your thighs and my fiery breath explodes with new life as from a star. The beaming sun which reigns on the other side doesn't keep from adoring the front delights. And you have forgotten other beauties, the two mounds on your chest attract caresses and force admiration on the suave shoulders and the flexible neck. In my self-imposed period of sexual starvations I mature in my ideas and experience strong frustrations which I will later relieve on your body. Yes, everything is poetical in sensual pleasures and the unacceptable exists only in the coarseness of the individual involved. You wrote the word ass and you even wrote my ass. I am sure that you were not blushing and this is good. Your ass is a "hero", he is our friend, our liege, since he helps us to free intimacy which we need to establish before we have sexual intercourse again. Even though you have not measured your crack yet, I hope that you realize it is big enough for any sort of exercises. Why don't you test it on your husband? Your marital services should be good practice.
Edmee to Maurice
Arthur did not come last night. Eight nights in a row, it was too much for him. He was surprising me by his eagerness.
At one o'clock in the morning I left my room and walked to your room. I stopped in front of the door but did not even try to open it. It would not have been reasonable. I wandered in the house, crunched on some fruit in the dining room. I did not turn the lights on and went and looked out the window. I thought I was by myself but I perceived voices coming from underneath the window. Two women were talking and I surprised their strange conversation.
One was saying, "You just have to tell him that you slept at your aunt's house in the country."
"No, my husband would verify it."
"Well, tell him that you missed the train and had to sleep in a hotel."
"He would ask me which hotel and verify it also."
"Help me to find a good excuse; you know that I have to sleep with you."
"Yes I know, I need to sleep with you too."
"What about in the day time? We could meet in a bathroom somewhere while he is at work. I'll do some wonderful things to you ... You won't be able to do without, afterwards."
"Oh yes."
"Make a decision. I am sure you are all wet just thinking about it."
"What are you doing?"
"I am just touching you to see how wet you are. Come on, keep your skirt up. There is nobody around. I'll stick my head underneath."
"All right, do it right now; I cannot wait any longer." I was able to hear the noise of the skirt moving and then one of them moaned. It did not take them long to finish and then they left. One never knows what to expect in the streets of Paris at night. Five minutes later two policemen were walking down the street.
Maurice to Edmee
I stayed awake all night last night and I watched my father going to your bedroom again. He took only one day of rest. Damn, it lasts him longer than I thought it would. What is he doing to you all night? He never leaves before morning. You certainly are not talking all night.
What a pity to have ignored your presence in the dining room last night. I would have shown you what one woman was doing to the other. Ah Edmee, how could I sleep after receiving your letter. I think I just might wander around the house at night.
Edmee to Maurice
"How lucky we were Maurice! But I don't want to lie to you; I heard you coming out of your room, going down the steps. I hurried and followed you. I knew you were going to the living room so I managed to get there at the same time as you. I waited by the window holding my robe up and held my naked butt out, waiting for you to get close to me. You finally came in the direction of the window. You could not see anything in the dark but you grazed my ass with your hand and falling to your knees you literally ate it. Your tongue had such a strength that it was lifting me up. I fainted, it felt so good after such a long time. We had to be careful, especially in the middle room, so we decided to eat something in the dining room like normal people do. During our supper we talked. We were not doing anything but we said the most pornographic things to each other. Our eyes were shining with desire. You asked me what I was allowing Arthur to do to me. I repeated to you again Titice: you are the only one who stirs my shit. I have let Arthur kiss and lick my ass since the day you were watching us in my bedroom, but I never allow him to penetrate me with his prick from the back.
I accept all his caresses all over my body but I am passive and never give them back. It is not the same thing with you-you know that.
Remember all that we said to each other last night. I even confessed that I wanted you to fuck me in the ass. You said that you would not do it unless I said, loud and clear, "Come in the dining room, Titice, and kneeling down at your feet, I will get your prick out of your pants with my hands and suck it." Then I could not be satisfied, and jumping on your ass I licked your tiny brown hole like you had licked mine before.
We went back to the window where we heard the two women again. We were listening very carefully to their comments. You were standing behind me tickling my crack with your prick and you found the hole and pushed a little bit. I suffered when I felt your huge rammer beginning to penetrate my ass, but I threw my hand in the back to help anyway. I pushed my back toward your stomach. I could not wait any longer-I wanted to be drilled. You lifted me in the air, holding me like that until you were completely inside of me. Then we got on our hands and knees. If somebody had caught us in this position, I would not even have stopped. I was discovering so many delights. You were covering me completely with your body. I was biting the rug, moaning from the pleasure. What a douch! You got me so wet inside! Such wonderful minutes are always too short. We had to leave each other, scared that somebody heard our moans. Yes, my dear little lover, you must rent an apartment in town somewhere. I'll visit you. Choose the caresses you desire and I'll do them for you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Edmee started to like coarse words, the sound of a word alone would excite her and she was talking to Maurice about her ass constantly, hoping to increase their intimacy. Incest was developing passionate mettles in her, unknown until then. She could not control her needs for a stiff prick up her ass or cunt. Incest increased her powers of seduction; the first effect of this was the return of her husband to her bed.
This return was flattering to her feminine vanity and brought her a lot of sexual delights. She was giving her body to her husband with as much pleasure and passion as she showed toward her son, Maurice. She was telling lies to him and even her lies were voluptuous.
Arthur de Montcourt enjoyed the change in his wife's sexuality. He had neglected her for a long time, having a shameless affair with a young man. She surprised him the night of the ball at the Brezinsac's by her new sensual look and attitude. He decided to share with her that spring of character and did not worry about what was causing it.
Edmee was not telling Maurice all that she was doing with her husband. She enjoyed her husband's unusual ways. If Arthur did not sodomize her, it was not because she refused him. It was because they were looking for an original way to fuck to embellish their pleasure.
One evening, her husband suggested that she keep her blouse, pants, stockings and shoes on. She buttoned the blouse very tight and tucked it in her underpants so it would mould her round buttocks. The blouse was tucked into her crack and that fabric underlined crack drove him crazy. He had an ejaculation just watching her walking back and forth in that outfit.
She was willing to try anything, and one of her favorite creations was to put on a cocktail dress with nothing underneath. Arthur would lie on the rug and she would stand up above him, her legs on each side of his waist, and her back to his face. She would all of a sudden turn up her skirt and masturbate him with her toes; when he started squirming around, she would squat, covering his whole body with her dress. Sometimes she would suck his prick; other times she would just seize the birdy in her hands, frigging it till his load of jism spurted out onto his thighs. Then she would lick up every drop of the tasty cream before raising her buttocks so he could tongue her asshole and cunt in the soixante-neuf position. She was very talented and creative and was satisfying both of her teachers draining both their cocks dry with astonishing gusto and regularity.
Maurice noticed that Edmee and Arthur were staying longer together. Arthur's desire for certain positions with such and such outfit on was delighting her and she was always going beyond his most extravagant hopes. She would never take her clothes off before he got in her room, enjoying taking them off in front of him. She was always ready for his fantasies. The day after she met Maurice in the living room, Edmee welcomed Monsieur de Montcourt with eagerness.
"What are you going to ask me tonight Arthur! You neglected me last night."
"I was just worried by my present case in court. But I know how we are going to accomplish the great sacrifice."
"Which great sacrifice?"
"The final capture of this pretty, pretty, pretty little asshole."
"Oh yes, how? Quick-tell me."
She did not refuse, by any means. While he was talking, Arthur played with her clitoris with his finger and answered, "You will dress in a young boy costume, and you will come and see me in court."
"You mean, in court, at your office?"
"Yes, right in front of my desk."
"What a good idea. What an invention! But what do you want for right now? You want me to lie down all dressed up. All right, here I am, a cushion under my head. What's next? Not turn up my skirt? All right, I won't. You want me to unbutton my blouse only, like this? Good, my blouse is open, the breasts sticking out. You want to see my nipples? Ah, I understand, they have to squeeze your prick.
Oh, it really tickles everywhere." She was laughing hysterically.
Lying on the rug, her breasts naked, Edmee was watching her husband riding her chest. He got his good sized penis out of his pants, and slid it between her breasts, pressing it on the satin flesh. She felt it getting closer to her neck. The judge's cock was completely out of his pants and the titties were rubbing against his balls; his prick was hitting her chin.
Arthur pulled up his wife's skirt to her waist, and made her spread her legs. He then pulled his pants off and demanded that she massage her own clitoris with one hand and rub her breast with the other. He contemplated her while he was taking the rest of his clothes off.
Standing up above her head, he squatted so she could suck him. She did, scratching herself at the same time. She was bustling, hitting his buttocks with her breasts. She pushed him toward her cunt, begging, "Arthur, please fuck me-fuck me now."
Taking all his time, he asked, "What are you to Arthur?"
"His little whore."
"What else?"
"His big slut."
"And when one is a big slut, what does one do?"
"One shows one's ass. Here, look at it." She was not thinking about being possessed any more, as she raised her legs and opened them, holding them with her hands. She helped him out, and he greedily attacked his favorite part of her body.
Edmee was swinging her body back and forth, not worried about the beautiful dress that she was ruining. She was stiffening her back and raising her stomach and sometimes was hitting his head with her foot. He grabbed the foot and, pulling it really high, beat her butt gently.
"What does one do to a good kid?"
"One sticks one's finger into her asshole."
"Where is her asshole?"
"Right there, where I've got my finger."
"Drive your finger in."
"I would prefer yours."
She pushed her own finger into her tight asshole and then presented it to him. He sucked it and drove his own finger in, then withdrew it and presented it to her. She sucked it.
If Arthur de Montcourt had told his wife ten days before that she would perform these games with him, she certainly would have been shocked and probably would have asked for a divorce. But now, after having been fucked in the ass by her son, Maurice, nothing could shock Edmee.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Maurice rented a little apartment and Arthur ordered a new outfit for his wife-a little boy suit. An ingenious system of buttons opened the back of the pants and Edmee did not have to take them off to get her buttocks naked. This was the magistrate's idea.
Edmee practiced walking like a little boy and one sunny afternoon she went to court. Everything was planned. She introduced herself with a card as Paul Bertin.
As soon as Edmee walked into his office, Arthur locked his door and told his secretary that he would not receive anyone.
"Mr. Paul Bertin?" he said.
"Yes judge."
"Somebody told you that I liked little boys?"
"Yes judge."
"At one condition, that they have...."
"A good ass. I know judge, and I have a good one."
"Ah, ah, come closer my child." He beat her a little bit on her butt, smiled and murmured, "Finally, we'll get that famous hole."
"You won't hurt me, will you?"
"Don't be afraid. Show me fast."
"Unbutton me in the back."
"Touch me first. I am already hard."
"Do you want me to get it out of your pants."
"Yes. Unbutton me first, and I'll unbutton you. We don't have much time."
"We should have chosen another place."
"What about the spice of the story?"
She took his prick in her hands and worked it with obvious pleasure. He unbuttoned the back of her pants and she stuck the tip of his tool in her crack.
"Let's get on the floor. It's not very practical standing up."
He didn't listen to her. He sat in his magistrate's armchair and pulled her on his knees, making her sit on his tool, which was ready to empale her, playing the famous game of pitch and toss.
Edmee was not afraid and she relaxed. She felt him penetrating. They bustled and she received his whole prick in her ass. Then she did most of the work. She was pushing her hands on his thighs and then letting go suddenly. She did this more and more rapidly and the ejaculation filled both of them with ecstasy.
When Edmee was getting started, nothing could stop her. She demanded another round and since he was not quite ready, she sucked him until he became hard again.
A period of paradisiac joys started for her. Edmee used all of her talents to maintain passion in both of her lovers. She allowed them to rest at the right time so she would always have one fresh stud available. She could not do without regular screwing anymore.
Intelligent and subtle, Edmee roused them by the multiplicity of her transformations, by the inspiration that she was drawing from her double affair.
Maurice, drowning in incestuous pleasure, would lift her in the air, sit her on his shoulders and place his mouth between her thighs, yelling hysterically, "My mother, I am sucking your Eden and fucking you; my head presses the stomach which created my body, and I can give you a child of whom you will be the mother and the grandmother at the same time."
"My son, you will fill my bowels with your prick; you fuck me and I enjoy it so much. You can make me pregnant and our child will be your son and your brother at the same time."
He took Edmee down from his shoulders, and carried her like a baby; she nestled against his chest, pulled his mustache and said, "Come and make me a child; come and possess your mother. I want a baby from you."
He put her on the bed, climbed on her between her thighs and attacked her, answering, "The more I screw you, the more I want to screw you. As I pour my sperm inside you, you give back to me a stronger virility. It seems that our blood runs from one to the other so we'll never be able to part. My mother, you are worth all the women of the earth; my mother, I want to marry you."
"My son, my son, I am your wife and your mistress."
They finished their spasm, and Edmee parted, but Maurice again grabbed his lovely mother and fucked her again.
Oh! This apartment, what a lovely idea it was. She was going to it every day with great delight.
One day in the street she was thinking about her future joys, when she heard a voice murmuring close to her. "Oh beautiful, beautiful white woman, look at me and I shall be happy."
Surprised, she turned around and saw a magnificent black woman with fine and regular features and fiery eyes.
"What do you want, Miss?"
"I have been looking at you and I want to talk to you. I'll be very happy if you will accept to come with me to my house."
In a flashback Edmee remembered the conversation of the two women under her window. She blushed and a shudder shook her flesh; she quickly answered, "I cannot go with you, I have an appointment somewhere!"
"If you did not have an appointment, would you come with me?"
They were walking together. A nervous confusion was dominating Edmee. "Perhaps," she admitted.
"All right then, you can cancel your appointment and come with me. I do not live very far, and I am alone right now. You are coming."
Later, in a very elegant salon with oriental rugs, thick draperies, animal skins spread over the sofas and strange perfumes in the air, Edmee recovered herself and said, "I have to go. I am mad to have come with you."
The black woman knelt down, grabbed Ed-mee's legs and spread them. She touched her thighs.
"You are warm, and you love making love. I know love very well. Let me show you."
Edmee's pants were rolled down to her feet; agile hands were investigating her thighs and buttocks. The black woman's eyes were hypnotizing her. She started to move her stomach under the finger which was lashing her and murmured, "What do you desire from me?"
Now the black woman was pulling Edmee's skirt up and she started to rub her stomach with very soft motions. "We are going to play together and you'll fall in love with me."
She stood up, and pulled her own skirt up, showing her thighs, round and powerful, and her stomach with the contrasting pink lips peeking out from the hairy triangle where her thighs met. She rocked her body and executed a stomach dance, moving her hips back and forth. She was singing, wriggling, and pushing her jewel forward. Edmee saw it opening as if it were trying to speak to the white woman.
"I have a beautiful stomach, beautiful thighs-my whole body is beautiful," the black woman said. "My skin is black, different and beautiful. Just look at my stomach while I am dancing, and you are going to want me; you are going to want to see me all over, to kiss me all over. Pull your skirt up and dance with me."
Edmee obeyed and tried to copy the motion of the stomach. She got closer to the woman and, fascinated by the black stomach and thighs and the rocking of the flesh, she fell on her knees, grabbed the thighs and put her head between them.
The black woman pushed Edmee's head toward her jewel and said, "You know about good things; you are experienced. I could tell. You are good enough to love Mioussa, and I am very happy. Here, kiss the ass of Mioussa, skilful woman."
Two superb black spheres hit her face and she kissed them.
"Now you will have to stay with me for a long time. Come and take your clothes off; I'll take mine off also."
In one minute they were naked and Edmee adored this black woman. She had the most royal figure Edmee had ever seen, and she possessed Edmee completely.
Edmee made it very late at Maurice's apartment. Maurice was impatient and worried.
"Titice," Edmee said, "I got lost in the streets around here. I am worn out-let's rest."
"But I am so excited after all that long wait."
"Tomorrow, I'll make up for it."
She looked so tired and nervous that he did not insist. They went out, stopped a taxi and went back to the house.
CHAPTER NINE
A new period started in edmee's life-a period in which she was completely dominated by Mioussa. She gave up her husband, and did not accept his visits at night even though she had enjoyed them very much in the past. She still saw Maurice, not able to give up her incestuous passion, but she restricted him and saw him only at her convenience.
She was staying every afternoon with Mioussa who was satisfying her fully. They were both rolling in spasmodic convulsions on the animal skins, moaning voluptuously together every afternoon.
The third day Edmee saw Mioussa, she confessed her incestuous relations with Maurice. Mioussa, raving with joy, confessed to her that her supposed husband was her own brother. He was a beautiful black man. She ran away with him from the family house in Africa and they got on a Merchant's boat.
They told the merchant about the existence of a diamond mine. The merchant was an honest man. He associated both of them with the diamond exploitation and all three were pretty well off.
"You are the mistress of your son and you'll also have to be the mistress of my brother; all four of us will do many pretty things."
"I'll not dare to propose all this to my son."
"You're stupid. No man will ever refuse pleasure with two women-you'll see. Do you want to make love to my brother?"
"I want what you want."
"All right, you love Mioussa and Mioussa is going to eat your hair with kisses."
Right away, in a perfect soixante-neuf, they rolled across the room. Then, lying down on the animal skins, they rested for awhile, but not for very long. Mioussa lay on top of Edmee, like a man would, and with her own body rubbed Edmee's so actively that they got a climax without needing the introduction of a penis or a finger. Then they decided to take a shower. They turned the pressure of the water as high as they could. The water beat their skin very hard and was deliciously stimulating. This gave them an idea. Mioussa first lay down in the tub, and spreading her cunt lips with her fingers, she managed to place her jewel under the strong gush of water. She told Edmee to do the same thing, but there was not enough room for both of them to lie down, so Edmee sat on Mioussa's lips and the black woman, caressed by the water, sucked Edmee greedily. Their orgasm came violently and they complimented each other on their imagination.
Mioussa and her brother had been living seven years in Europe (two years in Paris). During this time they had tried to find a white couple to share their delights, but had not quite succeeded. They had met several couples inclined to this sort of things, but the white people did not have the naive trust of Mioussa and Redino and a lot of times they tried to exploit the brother and sister.
When Mioussa saw Edmee, she observed her for several days and decided to ask her. She could tell that Edmee was aware of fine sexual pleasures even before she talked to her. When Edmee confessed her incestuous affair, Mioussa understood that the mother and the son could realize the dream of her life. Redino was in Marseille, supervising the merchant's business. She called him on the phone to tell him about her discovery. He was delighted and said that he would be in Paris as soon as he could. Mioussa had a strong passion for her white friend but she was still thinking with envy about Edmee's son. One day, she refused to touch Edmee unless she promised to bring Maurice to her apartment.
"I won't touch you unless you bring him over," Mioussa said.
Edmee was raving for Mioussa's kisses so she promised. Delighted, Mioussa caressed her in new places, searched her cunt and then her crack with her tongue.
"You'll see. I'll show him everything, and he'll fuck me."
When she got home, Edmee did not quite know how to approach Maurice on this particular matter. He gave her the opportunity himself. They had a rendezvous in his room that same night. Edmee arrived an hour late because she had been unable to resist the temptation to masturbate in her room while thinking of her Mioussa. When she got to Maurice's room he was extremely irritated and unhappy. For the first time, he accused her of having another lover.
"You come to my apartment only once a week now," Maurice said, "and when I arranged a rendezvous in my room because I could not stand it anymore you managed to be one hour late. I know that you're not screwing father anymore. Who are you seeing now?"
He was pale and pitiful. He took her hands and she realized how cruel she had been to him since she had met Mioussa.
"Maurice, I am your mistress and I love you. I have been thinking about your pleasures and I want to bring you some new pleasures."
"You have been giving me all the pleasure in the world; I do not need any new pleasures. I want you to be the same as you were; I want you to be the passionate mistress that you were and I want to see you every day."
"I shall be honest with you. You accuse me of having a lover. It is true-I have a lover."
"Edmee, is it true?"
She thought he was going to hit her. He looked furious, but when he raised his arm, his love and tenderness dominated him and he took her in his arms.
"I thought you were attached to me forever."
"I am."
"What about your lover? Are you just trying to test me?"
"No, I told you the truth. But my lover is not a man."
"Not a man?"
"My lover is a woman."
Edmee started to take her clothes off with confidence. When she was naked, she arranged her hair in front of the mirror while she continued speaking to Maurice.
"A woman, an extraordinary woman, a black woman. She is beautiful. No white woman is as beautiful as she is."
"A black woman-you're playing with a black woman?"
"Yes. I was an hour late tonight because I could not resist the desire to masturbate just thinking about her."
"Who is this woman?"
"She is the daughter of an African king. And listen how interesting! She ran away from her country with her brother and her brother is her lover. They are incestuous just like we are. I am the only one who knows their secret. Everyone else thinks that he is her real husband." She turned around in his direction. "You are not taking your clothes off?"
"No, your African woman freezes me."
"Why did you let me take my clothes off. I'll just get dressed again. You are so moody."
Hearing this, Maurice jumped on Edmee, seized her arm and began hitting her on her butt and breasts.
"Oh, la la, oh la la, leave me alone. I don't love you anymore. You are hitting your mother. Don't kill me, you criminal."
He was still hitting her but not so strongly when she escaped and ran to the sofa pretending to cry. Edmee knew that his impulsive reaction would make him feel guilty, and she knew that his guilty conscience would submit him to her.
Maurice was already repenting. Looking at her from the corner of his eyes, he came to her and knelt down, murmuring, "Pardon me."
Edmee was really crying now. "Never, I'll never forgive you. Hit your mother-how horrible!"
"I'm sorry. It is your mistress that I am hitting." He came closer to her and took her in his arms. "Edmee, please forgive me. A man never listens to this sort of story without becoming angry."
"You are not just a man for me. You are the source of voluptuous pleasures, and you have destroyed what existed between us."
"No, I have not."
"Yes, you have."
He was holding her on the sofa and he pulled his prick out of his pants, directing it between her thighs. She resisted but he was stronger.
"Let's make peace," he said.
"No, no, I don't want to. You do not deserve it. You are mean; you are exploiting my weakness. Ah, you are entering me. Ah, yes! yes! Fuck me, my son, fuck me in my ass. I love you, Maurice."
They made peace.
CHAPTER TEN
Edmee had not accomplished much, but at least she had mentioned something to Maurice about her other extravagant affair. This was the first step. She understood that the main obstacle for Maurice was the fact that Mioussa was black. But it certainly was caused only by Maurice's ignorance about African people. It was Edmee's duty to familiarize him with Mioussa's culture and beautiful tendencies. It was also Edmee's duty to warm him up by telling him about the exciting beauty of Mioussa's black skin.
Edmee was very subtle and efficient. She knew her son and knew how to convince him. She knew his weaknesses for beautiful buttocks and she described Mioussa's spheres to him over and over with the most exciting and coarse words she knew. One afternoon she decided to attack him directly.
"When may I introduce you to Mioussa?" Edmee asked.
"Introduce me! What for?" Maurice exclaimed.
"I want you to see her. She is worth it."
"Thanks, but what if I could not control my jealousy?"
"When you see her, you will not think about that. She is the most beautiful woman you will ever see."
"You sound as if you were offering her to me."
"Yes, I want to share her with you."
"Would she agree to this?"
"Yes. She loves fucking, especially with handsome young men like you."
"The brother bothers me."
"When one accepts the sister, one accepts the brother."
"All right. It could be amusing. I shall become your privy in adultery."
Astonished, Edmee stared at him and finally exclaimed, "Adultery! Are not you my accomplice in incest, and is not incest worse than adultery?"
"No, my father and I have the same blood."
"Ah Titice, I'll never understand completely a man's soul. Anyway, you can be my privy in adultery, since incest, in your mind, does not count. I do not think that you will regret being my accomplice."
"How do you know?"
"Mioussa told me about all sorts of nice things that can be done when four people like each other enough."
"She's got a good culture, this Mioussa."
"She knows what she is talking about; you'll see for yourself."
"I have not said yes, yet."
"You have not but you're all excited and you'll see for the first time a white ass and a black ass really close together."
"You are the typical Eve."
"Please say yes."
"Yes, when is the ceremony?"
"Tomorrow, in the afternoon."
Sexual love is really more generous than romantic love, where the two persons involved refuse to share their feelings or pleasures with anybody else. In sexuality, the horizon varies infinitely. One seeks multiple contacts as long as they procure sensual pleasures. People who have discovered real sexuality want to share their experiences and this is how the wildest orgies are created. Every individual has a tremendous amount of erotic curiosity hidden in himself. Those who discover the infinity of satisfactions available to exploit in sexuality will devote their lives to sensual pleasures.
Being already incestuous, Maurice could not possibly refuse the erotic pleasures that his mother was offering to him. On the contrary, his duty was to go beyond them, to crave them. He recovered very easily from his first con-tempting and repulsed attitude. He spent the night thinking about the black woman's body. He imagined fucking her. He saw in his dreams Edmee in the arms of the beautiful black male and witnessed their saraband of dishevelled ruts.
In the morning, when he got up, he could not wait for the afternoon to arrive. When he arrived at Mioussa's at three o'clock in the afternoon, a twelve-year-old black girl opened the door. His mother was there, but she was already in Mioussa's bedroom.
"I am Maurice. I am expected," he said to the young girl.
"Yes, come in."
She took him to a bedroom. He felt a little embarrassed because his mother was not here to welcome him. He told the little girl that she could go on since he was going to take his clothes off, but she answered, "I am here to help you so you'll be naked faster."
Very surprised, he started to take his pants off. She folded them for him, not at all disturbed by the spectacle of his superb penis. When he was completely nude she showed him the way to the salon where Mioussa and Edmee were lying on the animal skins. Miousa, also nude, was wearing gold bracelets around her ankles and wrists. Two little black girls were fanning her while Edmee, whose white body contrasted so beautifully, was tickling the black queen's clitoris with her finger. The best designer had created this setting.
Mioussa smiled and said, "I am happy that you accepted to be my friend. I'll love you as much as your mother loves you. I know everything and you are right to sleep with her."
She was extremely charming. Maurice admired the purity of her curves, the firm and high bosoms and the royal hips. He did not hide his joy.
"I was not expecting such beauty."
"Yes, I am beautiful, very beautiful. See everything, touch everything." She took his hand and led it across her waist, stomach and buttocks. "Edmee, pretty white woman, caress me; prove to him that I am pure."
Edmee knelt down with precipitation and darted her tongue between the black buttocks, licked the tiny puckered hole lovingly. The two little black girls surrounded Maurice and caressed him. One took care of his prick and the other one dedicated herself to his buttocks and anus.
But Maurice was dying for other caresses. Mioussa and Edmee were embracing and expressing their passion to each other. Their contortions reminded him of two snakes. They were marrying their flesh and Maurice was watching them whirl and show their round asses. The two little black girls pushed him on Mioussa when she was dominating Edmee's body. Edmee, her head between Mioussa's thighs, was devouring her with suckings and kisses. Maurice collapsed on Mioussa's offered ass and planted his prick in her crack.
It was a mettlesome ride. Mioussa revealed her passion and science. While Maurice roosted on her back she managed to change position and attracted Edmee's thighs under her lips. She embraced Edmee's hips with her arms and invited Maurice to unite his caresses with hers on the jewel from whence he came.
Underneath this strange couple, Edmee was dying of pleasure. She was scratching their backs with her nails. Around the trio, the little black girls were chanting and executing a belly dance that they embellished with lewd gestures like rubbing each other's clitoris and driving their fingers in each other's ass.
Maurice was losing his mind. Mioussa's ass was hitting his belly and seemed to pump all his blood; sometimes it stayed still to invite him to rest and draw new energies. During these short rests, Edmee was changing position, presenting her ass and offering it to their united caresses.
Maurice understood the tactics of the black woman. She was stretching the sensations to prepare him for several consecutive attacks. He was obeying her unconsciously. He was drilling her ass with rage when she was in motion, but was following her when her motions were quieting down.
Pleasure was not decreasing. Voluptuousness was spreading through their bodies. Edmee felt a finger entering her ass slowly; it was replaced by another one. The first was Mioussa's, the second Maurice's. Spasms occurred furiously, shaking the three bodies. All of them were losing their minds.
They were acquainted. Water and perfumes refreshed their bodies. The little black girls served wine and cookies.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Never a young man was as happy as Maurice. He was spoiled by both women and was satisfying them both. Redino had not arrived from Marseille yet but nobody really was missing him. Everyone had a great time. But one afternoon, Edmee found Mioussa a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong, Mioussa?" Edmee asked. "Redino is here."
"So, that's great."
"He is not alone. Benajoux, the merchant, is with him. He is a big powerful beautiful man. He was my first lover. He is going to stay here for a while."
"Is your brother jealous?"
"No, Benajoux loves my brother and my brother loves him."
"So, no problem, all three of you get along fine."
"Yes, very well. But I want you and Maurice to get along with all three of us."
"Maurice never will."
"Benajoux will be here just for a little while and he will leave for Africa then. He will give us beautiful diamonds."
"I do not want his diamonds."
"I'll give them to you myself and you'll accept them." Edmee promised that she would come the next day with Maurice to be introduced to Benajoux.
"Do not talk to Maurice about Benajoux. I'll arrange everything," Mioussa said.
The same night after dinner, Edmee talked to Maurice.
"Mioussa's brother is in Paris."
"Did you see him?"
"Not yet. We shall be introduced tomorrow."
"I see. I'll have to share you with another male."
Edmee burst out laughing. "You have been sharing me with a female for a while." What would be so terrible about sharing me with another prick as well?"
Redino was as beautiful as Mioussa. When he saw Maurice and Edmee, he exclaimed with admiration.
Benajoux was about forty years old, very virile, with a long black beard. He was jovial and expressed a sincere affection toward Mioussa and Redino.
For about an hour, everybody chatted. They became very relaxed and familiar. Everybody was drinking sweet liqueurs. Redino was sitting on a cushion at Edmee's feet. He was devouring her with his passionate eyes. He put his hand on her knee, and they exchanged a quick look.
Benajoux was praising warm countries where people wear very little clothes or none at all, where sexual desires are so natural and frequent. This brilliant man was exercising a bizarre influence on Maurice.
"Nothing can be compared to a woman, my dear Maurice, but everything is good for sexuality. Who has not known forbidden pleasure does not know anything."
"Forbidden pleasure can be so many things," Maurice answered.
"Yes and you are familiar with one kind of forbidden pleasure. You are one of those courageous souls who do not hesitate to fuck their mothers if it is going to satisfy their senses."
Maurice, realizing how much Benajoux knew about him, blushed but did not say anything. Benajoux went on, saying, "Besides incest, there is lesbianism-homosexuality. Forbidden, forbidden! I wonder why. What is morality worth? What is wrong? What is right? The morality of an ass is the only morality worthwhile. An ass is devoted to another ass and an ass never preached hate."
The conversation was degenerating in a way that everybody was wishing. Edmee answered, "This is a very beautiful statement, Monsieur Benajoux. When one does not follow the will of one's ass, one is a cretin."
She looked at Redino again. He read the authorization in her eyes and slipped his hand under her skirt. Benajoux put his arm around Maurice's shoulder and said, "Mioussa and Redino are two generous and rich natures, and I'll admit that you and your mother deserve them."
Mioussa was making Edmee spread her legs so her brother could reach her flesh better underneath the pants.
"Is not this a beautiful picture?" Benajoux asked while he was feeling Maurice's prick through his pants. "Oh I see, you are appreciating also; you are getting bigger. Well, I admit that I am too. Do you want to see for yourself and touch?" He took his big prick out of his pants and added, "Go ahead and feel it young man. It is moving."
Maurice was not even offended. He was interested by Benajoux. The merchant's voice was intoxicating him and he surprised himself looking at his big penis with envy. He touched it while caressing his own that he pulled out of his pants.
Benajoux knew that he had won. He said, "Redino and I know everything. Do you want to learn?"
"Learn what?"
"Pleasure among males."
Benajoux was massaging Maurice with art. Maurice looked at his mother lost underneath the black couple.
Benajoux added, "Do you want to come with me into one of the bedrooms? We can leave them for a moment. Follow me. We shall be back to be loved some more."
Maurice, out of his mind, followed him to an elegant room where they both took their clothes off.
"You have a magnificent body, young man, and you have, I am certain, the ass of your mother."
They were naked. They contemplated each other and avidly jumped on each other; they played with each other's penis and excited each other to obscenity. Benajoux several times tried to fuck Maurice in the ass but Maurice escaped every time by grabbing Benajoux's penis and manipulating it. He finally sucked it and Benajoux, seeing him ready, jumped over his head and attacked him from the back. Maurice let him but learned about the pain that he had imposed on his mother. He was suffering and tried to escape, but Benajoux was very strong and maintained him between his thighs until he had fucked him completely.
"Ah, you were a little narrow but everything will be better next time," Benajoux said.
Maurice was a little ashamed. Benajoux felt it and he tried to relax him in saying. "Now run and fuck the first ass available downstairs and you will feel all right."
In the salon, Maurice first saw his mother on the carpet holding Redino in her arms. He was fucking her while Mioussa was licking his crack. Her ass was available, so Maurice climbed on it and she responded favorably to the attack. The two couples were joined sexually and were moving and shaking together, while Benajoux watched the scene with delight. He was a connoisseur.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The relationship between Edmee and Re-dino was a very passionate one. As a matter-of-fact, they were neglecting Mioussa and Maurice a little bit. Edmee cared only for her black lover and she paid very little attention to Maurice.
When Benajoux left, a very strong intimacy was established between the two couples, but Mioussa was monopolizing Maurice and allowing her brother to satisfy his appetite for Edmee. Orgies were frequent and Edmee and Maurice were pretending to go and see a play nearly every night to be able to meet their friends. Nude together, they were offering the most unusual and contrasting picture. A perfect understanding prevailed which authorized little infidelities: once in a while Redino and Maurice would forget about the two women and the two women would entertain each other.
Redino was becoming the principal sexual person of the group; he was a sort of a Pasha. Edmee loved to watch Maurice and Redino in action and sometimes she would slide underneath Maurice so he could screw her while Redino was sodomizing him.
One night Maurice and Edmee were coming back from a trip they had taken with Monsieur de Montcourt. The two couples had been missing each other very much and everyone was extremely excited. They first enjoyed a plentiful meal. When the dessert came Edmee decided to climb on the chair where Redino was sitting. She stood on the chair until Redino stuck his head under her skirts. He tickled her clitoris with his kinky hair. She pulled her skirt up and held it that way so everyone could see. Her white buttocks were standing out under the heap of shimmering skirts and above the ingenious pink and white stockings. Maurice and Mioussa could not resist her charms; they joined Redino and their tongues met in her crack.
Then Redino stood up on the chair also and his long prick replaced his tongue. Edmee felt it crawling between her thighs. Mioussa and Maurice saw it knocking underneath the buttocks and stretched out beyond so Edmee could ride on it. Mioussa, who was on the other side of Edmee, thought that it would be appropriate for her to lick it. Maurice carried the couple down from the chair and did not hesitate to sink his lance in the middle of the beautiful black ass. Mioussa felt a little left out and she exclaimed, "Wait, wait a minute."
She drove her brother's prick into Edmee's thighs and presented her butt to Maurice. Maurice did not hesitate and switched from Redino to Mioussa. They were not even completely undressed and this was just a beginning. The two little black girls brought fruit and champagne. Two fourteen-year-old boys were helping them.
Edmee climbed on Maurice's knees, saying, "What a rich life we have! You are my accomplice in adultery and incest, you are the witness of all my debauches and you'll follow me wherever sexual pleasures will lead me. I love you so much more than when I was only your mother. You want me on your knees-here I am. You want to caress me-caress me. You want me to caress you-I am caressing you." Edmee was leaning her back against the dinner table, offering to Maurice's view, to Maurice's caress, her stomach, her jewel that he was caressing with his penis. She added, "Do you remember the first time that you entered there?" He slid his hand under her butt and rubbed the hole. Mioussa was screaming, "Yes, yes, Redino push harder, yes."
Then Mioussa dimmed the lights, pulled the drapes and the salon was completely dark. Everybody lay on the floor, including the two little black girls and the two black boys. They had the urge to wallow in orgiastic embraces until exhaustion.
In the dark, they started crawling on the floor searching for a cunt or penis or bosom or asshole to suck or kiss or lick or bite. Edmee and Mioussa, hidden under a lion skin, were waiting for any man to find them. They heard something moving close to them. Edmee reached out her hand and found a pair of legs; her hand ran up the legs to find out who it was. She recognized one of the black boys trying to sodomize a little girl. She raised her torso between them, pushed the ass of the young girl with her head, opened her mouth and received the young prick in her mouth. He let her suck him, but after a while pushed her on her back and fucked her rapidly.
Mioussa, meanwhile, had seized the little girl, and sitting lightly on her face, made her lick her crack. Maurice and Redino met. The question was, who was going to fuck who? They did not have time to think about it; a little girl grabbed Maurice's penis and sucked it with delight while Redino went away looking for another adventure. He ran into Mioussa and understood right away what was going on. He joined the little girl, and helped her to accomplish her delicate task. Then, feeling that Mioussa was ready for something else, he lay on his back pulling Mioussa on top of him, making sure to get her asshole on top of his prick. While he was fucking her the little black girl increased Mioussa's sensations by sucking her clitoris. A boy not knowing that three persons already were involved sat on Mioussa's chest and gave her his prick to kiss. She gave herself up, responding with frenzy to the three sources of pleasure.
Maurice, again available, went and looked for a free body. He found one still shaking from the last fucking she had received. Edmee had just finished a performance with one of the boys. Maurice turned her on her stomach and without giving her time to rest attacked her crack with passion. He was coming and going in that wonderfully well prepared hole when his own ass surrendered to a strong lick. It was Mioussa pulling with her Redino and the little girl.
Only one couple was missing from the picture. It did not take very long for the little boy and girl to realize where the action was, and, attracted as if by a magnet, they joined the rest of the group and took care of the cunts and asses that were still available. Everyone was beyond the limits of strength, and only sleep took them away from their sensual madness.
Very early in the morning Edmee opened her eyes. Everyone was still asleep and she contemplated with delight the group which would have tempted an artist. By an intuitive evolution, Edmee had managed to occupy the central position in the picture. Redino was asleep, his head on her breasts. Mioussa was sleeping with her head between her brother's thighs. A little black girl was lying across Edmee's legs. Maurice, a leg across her stomach, was holding a little girl in his arms. And the two boys were in each other's arms on Edmee's left.
Edmee, frightened to see the daylight, made a move to get up and she woke everyone. They ran to the bathrooms and the children put everything back in order. Edmee and Maurice were trying to imagine a good story to tell Monsieur de Montcourt. He thought that they were at the opera and it was not going to be easy to explain to him why they had spent the night out.
In the car, they were very worried. All the good excuses could be destroyed with no trouble at all. Besides, they felt guilty about the former night's debauch. They never had gone quite that far and were keeping each other responsible for their conduct.
"You are not reasonable," Edmee said. "You are the one who pushed the scene and got everybody so involved that we fucked all night and forgot the time."
"I did not push anything. You are the one who started it," Maurice replied.
"You started it. You wanted to fuck me in the dark, so we would not excite Redino, and you could get me only for yourself."
"Then, why did you fuck Mioussa and Redino all the time?"
"How many times did you fuck me last night? That should prove it."
"How could I know? How many times did you fuck altogether?"
"As many times as I felt like it. And if you do not like it, it is too bad."
"You are getting angry and you are wrong. You throw yourself into debauchery and our relationship seems to be a children's game."
"Really Maurice, running after your mother's ass is not a children's game. You do not even care about the risk of making me pregnant. Every time you fuck me you push your prick as far as it will go in my hole because it gives you stronger sensations. Is it a children's game to demand the most intimate caresses? And you accuse me of throwing myself into debauchery, but who threw me first?"
Edmee sulked and looked out the window. Maurice tore a glove into pieces and threw it out the window.
"Oh fine! You are getting violent. If you decide to brutalize me like you did in the past, I'll tell everything to your father."
He seized her wrist and murmured, "You would tell everything to my father? Just try."
"You are threatening me. You'll see. I am not afraid. I'll confess everything to my husband. Everything, including sleeping with you, fucking a woman, and fucking Redino." She was very beautiful in her indignation.
"You are beautiful," Maurice said. "Always more beautiful, and it is not my fault if I desired you and am still desiring you. Tell everything, and I'll kill myself."
"Imbecile, I shall not say anything and we shall fuck again. Let's not argue. We have to find a good story."
They kissed. Her hand in his, Edmee confessed, "I fucked eleven times, and you fucked me five times. I wanted the dozen; I still want it. You'll finish me at home." Her knees hit his. Edmee became very sensual, forgetting her worries. She pulled the curtain to hide from the driver and went on, "I do not have any pants on. Touch me-excite me. Remember, I want the dozen."
She put one of her legs on Maurice's lap and he slid his hand under her skirt. From the back he rubbed the ass; from the front he caressed her clitoris.
"Does it warm you up?" she asked.
"I don't need to be warmed up, Edmee. You'll see when we get home."
They were not even thinking about the excuses anymore.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When they got to the mansion there was nobody there to give excuses to. The chambermaids and the concierge were talking at the entrance. When they saw the taxi, they kept quiet. One of the chambermaids said, "Good morning, Madame. Monsieur de Montcourt is not with Madame?"
"Cannot you see he is not?"
"Pardon me Madame, but Monsieur de Montcourt has not been home since yesterday either. We thought that...."
"Do not worry, everything is all right."
The concierge handed a certified letter to Edmee. "A policeman brought this," he said.
"For me?"
"Yes, Madame."
She took it, saying to Maurice, "I wonder what all this means. Come with me." To the chambermaids, she said, "You may serve lunch."
In her bedroom, she told her chambermaid to leave her alone with Maurice, but she was not planning to play. Her husband's absence was worrying both of them.-
"Read the letter," Edmee said.
Maurice opened it. It was coming from the very important political person that Maurice had heard talking about his mother the night at the Brezinsac's. The letter said:
"Madame, an annoyance occurred to Monsieur de Montcourt. Would you please come to my office around three o'clock to arrange or stifle the case. It is an emergency."
Edmee looked at Maurice. "An annoyance does not mean a catastrophe."
"A case to arrange. What kind of case?"
"It is an emergency. Your father does not gamble, does not get in fights and he is very careful in politics. I wager it has something to do with sex."
"Blackmail?"
"No. He probably was not careful enough. Somebody must have surprised him in a forbidden place with strange companions. I am sure that is it. And I am supposed to pay somebody so the case will be stifled."
"You?"
"Don't be naive, now. Remember the conversation that you related to me."
"Yes, yes, I see. But you are not going to do it."
"Well, a few months ago, I might have screamed in indignation, but now it does not bother me that much. I have to guarantee our security. If a scandal comes up about your father, we'll have to bear the consequences of it also."
"Yes, but this might not be the case."
"I know your father well, Maurice. And he has strange sexual tendencies. I am sure I am right."
The chambermaid announced that lunch was served. Edmee took Maurice's arm and they went to the dining room. They ate together, chatting about commonplace subjects. When they were finished, she said, "Read the newspaper while I am getting ready. You can come with me and stay in the car."
"But Edmee, you need to rest."
"No, I am not very tired and I can not rest until I know what has happened."
Edmee made a special effort to look pretty. She put her prettiest afternoon outfit on. She knew she had to look more seductive than ever. She knew she had succeeded from the look on Maurice's face when she appeared in the salon. No one looking at her could have suspected the orgy of the preceding night. She looked fresh and relaxed. She said with humor, "I am afraid that you will not complete the dozen. I cannot afford to wrinkle my dress. I am sure that somebody will complete the dozen for me. I regret that it cannot be you."
In the car they talked over the possibilities and came to the same conclusion. Maurice respected the dress and did not touch Edmee, so she would not spoil her effect. He decided to wait in the car while she was with the important magistrate. Madame de Montcourt did not have to wait in the anteroom. She was introduced right away and she sat with grace in the armchair shown to her.
"What is the emergency, dear Sir?" she asked. "I'll do anything to avoid any annoyance to my husband."
"It is a very unfortunate case, dear Madame."
"Did my husband commit an unfortunate fault?"
"An unforgivable fault."
"You are frightening me."
"You will need all your courage. But before revealing to you what happened, I want to tell you that, in spite of the enormity of the fault, we are disposed to clemency and indulgence because of the respect and constant affection devoted to the eyes of the one whose destiny is fastened to the accused."
The sentence was winding but clear to Edmee. She answered, "One measures affection according to the received favours and according to the favours, the eyes melt."
The magistrate had not hoped for such an understanding and positive answer. He went on. "The case is shameful, even disgusting. But you'll have to know and as much as I hate to be the one who has to inform you, here is the report."
Without forgetting to look confused and shocked or ashamed and hurt, Edmee read that Monsieur de Montcourt was among several well-known personalities who had been arrested in an underhand house where unnatural acts were practiced. Monsieur de Montcourt was disguised as a "Watteau shepherdess," and was on his knees masturbating a bishop at the time of his arrest.
"Is he in jail?" Edmee asked.
"No, but very close to it. The report has not gone beyond my office yet, but a few magistrates at the courthouse know about it."
Edmee grabbed his hands with emotion and murmured, "Anything, anything, I'll do anything to save the honour of my son and my family."
He answered with passion, "Anything? You know how much I love you, how much I desire you, how much happiness you can give me."
She lowered her head to look filled with despair and modesty. Her head was touching his chest, and he was contemplating her in this bowed down pose. "You said anything. Give me everything and you can take this report with you and do whatever you want with it, including using it against the accused to get what you want out of him. Nobody else will know about this case. The only consequence will be the transfer of Monsieur de Montcourt."
"His transfer means mine."
"Not necessarily. You know too much. He will not insist on taking you with him. You will be able to live in Paris by yourself. You will be free to bring happiness and joy to all the men who love you."
"And to lose my son's honour at my turn. No sir."
"No, no, if you observe the suitabilities you will not risk anything. Do you back down after you said you would do anything?"
Edmee looked at him with angelic sweetness and exclaimed, "You are a good man and I always respected you. I shall love you if you promise to respect the discretion about the favour that you are making me."
Her eyes were authorizing him to everything. Without waiting any longer he pulled her skirt up and murmured, "Oh, marvelous flower! You are satisfying the greatest desire of my life. I swear that you'll never have a more devoted friend than I."
His hands were searching her body. She was hiding her face on his shoulder. He unhooked the dress quickly to get to her breasts. He did not even take the time to caress her much, but carried her to the closest sofa and fucked her in the middle of his office. He achieved something without even knowing it: her ambition of being fucked twelve times in twenty-four hours.
Edmee was still acting naive and disturbed after she put her clothes back on. She pretended that she was forgetting the report. He reminded her about it, saying, "Monsieur de Montcourt will be in my office in a few minutes. He will be home as soon as I have talked to him. I'll tell him that you came after you learned the horrible news and that in consideration of the honour of your family and of your son, I stifled the case. You may play any part which suits you the most, this way."
"Do not worry about me, and thank you very much for your help."
"Edmee, remember me, and do not make my heart sigh too long."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In the car Maurice was waiting with impatience. The visit lasted one hour. He thought it would be longer. As soon as she stepped inside the car, Edmee ordered, "To the Bois de Boulogne."
"What happened?" Maurice asked.
"Exactly what I thought."
"Did you pay?"
"Of course. I have the report; how did you think I got it?"
"How monstrous!"
"Not at all. I have a very powerful friend now. Who knows? One day he might become the President of the Republique. Here, read the report."
Maurice read and became pale. His mother burst out laughing, and said, "You are not judging him, I hope."
"It is ridiculous-grotesque! A magistrate disguised as a 'Watteau shepherdess'!"
"You are stupid. I think it is very original and exciting."
"I think it is horrible and distasteful."
"Look Titice, you perform the horrible and distasteful acts yourself. You might not put a shepherdess costume on, but you still let Redino fuck your ass. And I am not counting Benajoux."
"I see. You forgive him."
"Absolutely. Of course, in front of him I'll be merciless because it will be in our interest. Indulgence can be the best of all weapons. When I get what I want and am living in Paris by myself, I'll be full of indulgence and I'll forgive him officially."
"Who is going to get the thirteenth fuck?"
"Nobody. I am tired."
Maurice grinned. His mother saw him and said, "If you are not happy about it, you can always go and see Mioussa."
"Yes, I know. I love Mioussa but you are still my favorite and you are the one that I want."
Edmee was very sensitive to this type of compliment. She answered, "Be sweet, my Titice, and do not excite yourself too much. To be patient, imagine that I am a lady whom you do not know very well and court me in a sentimental way. It'll be fun."
He contemplated her with real admiration and exclaimed, "All right, but the game is dangerous."
"If you convince me with your words, I'll give myself, wherever we shall be."
"Edmee, you are so beautiful. I love as much as the first day. I love you as much as I did the first time I fucked you in your bedroom, and as much as the day you refused to open your door and I hid between your bed and the wall, and as much as the day I stopped calling you Mother. Edmee, you enslave my soul as much as you enslave my senses. My heart burns and my soul flies beyond the sexual pleasures, beyond our bodies to adore the woman who has created me."
"Oh yes, my Maurice, how well you understand the feminine soul. You know when to forget about the sexual pleasures. You are not trying to force pleasure on me when I feel like hearing beautiful words. My soul does not think about sensuality anymore; I looked at the dearest being in the world and it is you, you who hold me by so many bands. You are beautiful, and I am beautiful, and I am proud of your love. Please repeat that you love me with real love."
"As many times as you want. I love everything about you and I can love only you. Since the first day, you have been the woman for me and I love you with my mind, heart, and body."
Edmee closed her eyes. She took Maurice's hand and said, "My Maurice, you won, but let's leave the number thirteen and take the number one, unique and without rival, for tonight."
"In my room or yours?"
"Anywhere."
"In yours."
"Yes, my love, kiss me quick and let's be quiet until we are home."
A car crossed their path while their lips were united. The driver smiled sarcastically and started following them.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Monsieur De Montcourt came home just be-fore supper. The chambermaid told him that Madame was waiting for him in her room. The poor man, terrorized, went to her room expecting a legitimate explanation. Her cold and contemptuous attitude did not reassure him.
"Your conduct, Sir, forced me into the most humiliating meeting that a woman and wife could ever make," Edmee said. "My dignity and outraged honour did not deserve to be put in the balance with your turpitudes."
He interrupted her, sobbing, "Please, Edmee, forgive me."
"Forgive you? After what I learned. We have to organize our lives so I'll not be scandalized by your horrible actions. We are going to live separately."
"Please, Edmee, Listen to my justification."
"Justify such actions! Please spare me these confidences."
"You have been good to me, and you stopped seeing me at night after I got used to our joys. What could I do?"
"You dare accuse me of being responsible for your lewd actions?"
"Edmee, do you remember when you came to the courthouse disguised as a little boy?"
"There is no connection."
"Yes, there is. I need this sort of thing."
"I did not tell you to come to my room to discuss this sort of thing anyway. You are going to be transferred but I intend to stay in Paris."
"Anything you say as long as you'll forgive me later. Leave me your affection."
"You'll inflict me the least by simply leaving me alone."
"Grace, Edmee, grace. I beg of you."
"Stop begging and accept my conditions without restriction. We'll see for the future."
He tried to kiss the bottom of her skirt, but she pushed him back, saying, "Oh no, sir! I still see too clearly the "Watteau shepherdess" sitting on the Bishop's knees."
He walked out of the room as if he was intoxicated. The incestuous woman was triumphing. Maurice was hiding so he could witness the scene. When the magistrate closed the door behind him, she went toward the bed behind which Maurice was hidden and said, "Tonight will be our real wedding night, but I am going to give you one condition."
"Which condition, Edmee?"
"We are not giving up Mioussa and Redino."
"I am not thinking about giving them up. I am as much attached to them as you are."
"Tonight at twelve o'clock you'll enter my room through the bathroom door which you'll lock behind you. You'll be dressed up as if you were going to the most elegant ball."
"Yes and I'll prove to you that an orgy cannot slow me down."
"Our desire is too strong to be slowed down by exhaustion." They were lying on the bed, now mouth against mouth. Edmee added, "At the dinner table, be very natural and normal with your father. Remember, you're supposed to ignore everything."
"I'll obey you."
"Forgive him in your heart. Sensual appetites cannot be controlled. We both know it."
"You are an angel," Maurice said. "You forgive everything."
"No, I just know that everybody needs to be forgiven."
The dinner was quiet. After they finished eating, Maurice went around town to make sure that nobody knew anything about his father's unusual games. Everything was all right-nobody knew.
When he entered his mother's room at twelve o'clock, he stopped astonished. His mother was casually seated in her wedding dress. She had her most beautiful diamonds on, her hair was hanging down her back and she was fanning herself with grace. She smiled and said, "It is our wedding night and I felt like continuing the fantasy that we started in the car. Consider me as your wife, treat me with subtlety and chastity and our passion will stay intact. Do you understand? Do you perceive what is happening in my heart? The husband does not exist any more and I am giving you his succession."
The diamonds were shining on her pure and white neck; the general pose was not expressing lascivity. Maurice knelt down and answered, "Edmee, what you want I want. Your love will dominate my whole life. Yes, I understand what you dreamt in choosing this dress and I dream with you. Your chastity is full of lascivity and renews my conception of love. You want me to respect you; I respect you and die in kissing your arms. I die in embracing you, holding my hands from caressing you."
He put his head on her shoulders. She put her arm around him and answered, "Yes, my Maurice, my husband, the one I would have chosen. Look at me and read in my eyes the love that I feel for you. Control your fever like I am trying to control mine. I feel your virility wanting to possess me. Let's delay it so our hearts will beat together. I do not want to surrender to my desires because this chastity is lascivity and the best kind of lascivity. Tell me you love me."
"I love you, my Edmee, and I am your husband, the husband of your body, the husband of your heart, the husband of your soul, the husband of your choice. Pardon me if my hand dares to slide behind the corsage and barely touch the cute breasts. Let me die in the delight of looking at you."
He was looking at her in adoration, and she, her arms around his neck, her lips slightly open, her eyes closed, was overthrown by a delicious confusion. Her arms touched the cheeks of the young man. He was shaking and unable to control his nerves and senses. She murmured, "Your hand, please put your hand over there. Ah, ah! I love you."
He already had his hand under her skirt. It reached her thighs and felt the moistness that his love had generated. His head disappeared under the wide skirt; he licked his hand first and then pressed his face frenetically between the thighs. She threw her legs around his neck and their frenzy lasted for what seemed like forever.
"We are not playing our game right, Maurice. It is time for rest."
He came out from underneath the skirt. His mustache was wet and shiny and his shirt and tie were wrinkled.
"Bad boy. What did you do?"
"I ate my sisters and brothers."
Edmee stood up, and took his arm to walk around the room like they would at a social party. She stopped in front of the mirror and arranged his tie.
"This is not very well mannered, Sir, to take a walk with your wife in such disorder!"
She smiled at her image in the mirror, played with her fan and gave him a few roguish glances.
"If you cannot wait any longer, my dear Maurice, I authorize you to start your explorations or to continue them since you already had a little taste of it."
He did not move, still contemplating her like a goddess, devouring her with his eyes and his soul. Brutally she pulled him out of his sentimental mood with a lascivious motion. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled them, exclaiming, "Eh! Mister husband, go ahead with your hands. Everything is burning."
The charm was broken; Maurice grabbed a breast under the blouse and pulled it out. Edmee arched her body and their hips exchanged greedy suckings. He was keeping a hold of her tit with one hand and with the other he embraced her shoulder. She leaned against one of his legs and inserted her hand in his pants. Both were still in front of the mirror and they watched each other's image while the spasm took them.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
In the morning, as soon as Edmee got up, her chambermaid came and told her that somebody was waiting to see her. It was a man who was saying that he had to see her in person to give her an object that she had forgotten in his car.
She did not remember forgetting anything anywhere, but she agreed to see the man. She recognized the taxi driver who had driven them from Mioussa's house to their home the morning after the orgy.
"You are bringing me back an object that I forgot in your car?"
"Yes Madame. Are we alone?"
"We are. I do not see why we should be alone."
"It is a very delicate case."
"Delicate! I do not have any time to waste. If it is a joke, you may leave."
"Be patient. It has something to do with your honour."
"My honour? You are crazy."
She started ringing for her chambermaid.
"Incest!"
"What?" she exclaimed.
"You came home in my car two days ago and even though you pulled the curtain, I saw you with the young man. I did not know who he was at first. I thought he was your lover and not your husband, but when I saw him come in the house with you, I started wondering. In the afternoon I crossed your car in the Bois de Boulogne and I saw you kissing him. I recognized you because of your beautiful expensive car. I asked about the young man and learned that he was your son."
While he was talking, Edmee was thinking very hard about the attitude to take. She ended up asking, "Do you want money?"
"I am poor and bored. With money one can do a lot of things."
"Bad plan, my dear, you will not get any money from me."
"What if I talk?"
"To my husband? Exactly what I want you to do. First of all, you'll have to prove these horrible things you are talking about. You were drunk and a mother has the right to kiss her son."
"I have other information. I picked you up in front of a house on Prony Street. You spent the night with a negro couple. A lot of people think that the police should investigate this house."
"You have bad information and we are going to clear up this story right away."
She rang for her chambermaid and told her, "Louise, tell my husband to come to my room right away and send Jean to get the Chief of Police. If Maurice is in, tell him to come also. I am waiting for all of them."
"Wait a minute Madame. Let me say something else."
"No. You'll say whatever you have to say to my husband."
"Wait Miss Louise. I am a husband and a father. No scandal. We can deal together."
"Louise, go on. I am the one who gives orders around here." Embarrassed, the taxi driver was playing with his hat. The chambermaid left the room to do her Mistress' bidding.
"I hope you are well at ease, my dear man. You can tell your story to my husband right away in the presence of my son and the Chief of Police. I am sure I am the first of your clients to be so understanding."
"I am not a mean man. Why aren't you reasonable Madame."
"Here is my husband."
The door opened and Monsieur de Montcourt appeared.
"Darling, I am sorry to disturb you but this man has something very important to tell you. He thought he had to talk to me first, but I do not understand why. Listen to him with attention please."
At this moment Maurice entered the room. "What is going on, Mother."
"This man desires to talk to your father in front of you." The father and the son looked at the driver with suspicion. He was becoming more and more embarrassed, and with rage exclaimed, "Oh, shit. This is something else! She is the one who is confusing me now. I do not have anything to tell you gentlemen. I only wanted to talk to this lady."
"He is crazy," Monsieur de Montcourt observed.
"That's what I thought. And I sent for the Chief of Police," Edmee said.
"All right, I am getting out of here. It is a mistake."
"Not at all, Sir. I am not going to let you disturb us for nothing. You are going to wait for the police."
"I promise I'll never come back."
"Let him go Edmee. This man is a little dense but he did not do anything really bad," Monsieur de Montcourt said.
Edmee rang the chambermaid. "Louise, did somebody already go to the police?"
"Jean is going now."
"It is no longer necessary. Show the way out to this man."
They left and Edmee explained, the situation to her husband.
"I told you to come because I did not feel secure with this strange man."
"I am glad you did, my dear."
If Edmee's composure saved her from the attempt of blackmailing, it exposed her to the man's grudge. The taxi driver was in a rage to have been ridiculed by his own victim. He left the house, mumbling, "I'll get my revenge, on Prony Street."
Edmee told Maurice the truth about the taxi driver's visit. Maurice got very worried. He knew that the man would not stop trying to get something out of them. Edmee tried to reassure him, saying, "He got very scared today. What an unlucky first day of marriage!"
That same afternoon, a little black boy was introduced in the salon. He wanted to see Maurice or Edmee in person. Edmee recognized him as one of her little friends from the orgy. His name was Bokoino and he gave her a letter from Mioussa, who was worried by their delay.
"Tell Mioussa that we cannot go out for a while, Edmee told him. We are having trouble and we have to be careful for a few days. You understand."
"Very well."
"Take this flower to her and say hello to Redino."
"Yes Madame. Will Monsieur Maurice be able to come?"
"No. I'll explain everything to Mioussa."
"Why don't you write a letter now?"
"I do not have the time. And it might be dangerous."
"The house is very sad without both of you."
"Kiss my hand and go on. We will be seeing you."
He kissed her hand with affection and left.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Monsieur de Montcourt could not accept an inferior position outside of Paris. He took a position in the French colonies, that left him two months before his departure date. During these two months he tried to convince his wife to forgive him and go with him.
One day, he happened to ride in the taxi of the man who had come to their house. He was interested by this individual and was still wondering why the man had come to his house for that unexplained visit. He asked him and Joseph answered, "I knew what I was doing. I did not talk that day because your wife had put me in a bad situation. But I'd like to talk to you about it now."
"What do you mean by my wife put you in a bad situation?"
"I had threatened her and that was a stupid move."
"Threatened my wife? She never told me about it."
"She'll never tell you either."
"Why?"
"Because she has a secret and because I know her secret."
"Are you sure of what you're talking about?"
"As sure as I have ten fingers on my hands."
"Could you tell me about this secret, then?"
"I'll be very glad to."
"Why did you go to my wife to sell your silence?"
"I thought she'd buy it for more."
"You wanted a lot of money."
"The most money possible."
"I see. This is a very important secret then."
"You better believe it. Your wife is sleeping with your son."
"What?"
"You understood me very well."
"Do you have proof?"
"If I had any, nobody could have kicked me out of your house."
"How do you know?"
"This is my business. Now you know about it; see for yourself."
"How much money did you want?"
"Just ten francs to have a good time."
"Here are your ten francs and you will get some more if you tell me some more."
"That will be easy. I drove them around one night when they slept out."
"Slept out?"
"Slept out. I can show you the house they were coming from. They had a little fight in my car, but they made up really fast. Then they pulled the curtain but I could see through a hole. She threw a leg on his lap and he touched her between the thighs. Then she turned her back to him and pulled her skirt up. She did not have any underpants and I saw all of her moon."
Monsieur de Montcourt was perspiring very heavily. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Is that all?"
"No, not at all. The same afternoon I saw their car. They were coming back from the Bois de Boulogne. They were kissing each other on the mouth."
"Drive to the house you were talking about."
"Don't do anything senseless now. Just watch them close-you'll see."
"Do you know anything about that house?"
"Yes I do. I did not waste any time."
"You can trust me. I'll give you one hundred francs if you help me catch them."
"For one hundred francs, I'll watch that house really good. They have negro friends. They have been visiting them a lot. I have been talking with the next door neighbor. She likes to talk about them, and she asked questions to the little black boys and girls, their servants. It seems that your wife gets along with the black man and your son with the woman."
"You are telling me a fable."
"Look at this beautiful house. That's where they live."
While the driver was talking, Monsieur de Montcourt saw a petite woman coming out of the house. She had a hat on and a thick veil hid her face, but he recognized his wife. She was walking as quick as she could. The driver saw her too and he exclaimed, excitedly "Damn! We are lucky!"
"Follow her," Monsieur de Montcourt demanded.
"Of course we are going to follow the little lady. We might learn a little more."
It was a miracle that Edmee had not seen her husband. At the corner of the street a car stopped and Edmee climbed in it. Two blocks later, in front of the theatre, it stopped and a gentleman climbed in it.
"Him!" Monsieur de Montcourt exclaimed as he recognized the very important political person. I understand everything. Madame de Montcourt is doing just fine."
He was considering the fact that he was not in jail because of all this. The car followed the couple to a hotel where they stopped. Joseph asked, "Do we wait for the end?"
"No, I have had enough. Take me to the courthouse."
He was angry, ashamed and sad. He still had a crazy passion for his wife and a desire for revenge at the same time. Desire and rage were tearing him.
Their marriage had not been a marriage built on love, but their union started pretty well. The difference of their ages was just right-eight years. Their honeymoon had been softly sentimental. Then he worked very hard at the courthouse and had a few adventures, very discreetly of course. He even had one with a young boy.
When he saw his wife walking elegantly toward the hotel door, her nudity appeared to him in all its beauty and purity. He wanted her very passionately at the time she was the most impossible to be possessed. She entered the hotel and he ran away to the courthouse.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Edmee decided to be very cautious about her relationships with Maurice, Mioussa and Redino. She was very strong in front of Joseph, but she grew more and more scared. The following day she got her period, and took time to do a lot of thinking. The real love shared with Maurice was satisfying her imagination, heart and body. Their relationship, a little slowed down by their sharing with Mioussa and Redino, became more exciting from the danger and the risk they had to take to see each other.
"We have to rest because of my period. Let's exploit this rest to study what's going on around us. Go to Mioussa's house and tell her what happened. But please don't stay long. Wait until we can go together to take your pleasure."
She was like a cat in heat and the abstinence was very hard on Edmee. She was imagining the wildest orgies and needed a good fucking more than her daily bread. As soon as she stopped bleeding she told Maurice, "Tonight at twelve, come to my room. I'll be waiting for you. Prepare yourself carefully for your little wife."
They were controlling themselves but they had a terrible desire to roll on the floor and devour each other.
Maurice counted the minutes until twelve o'clock. He walked around the hall to make sure that nobody was spying on them.
His desire for Edmee, instead of weakening, was growing stronger and the debauch they had shared with their black friends had increased the admiration he had for his mother. Nobody was as beautiful and pure as she was. He was convinced that he was her only husband and his sentimental love for her was born from sexual frenzy.
At twelve exactly, he entered his mother's room, hid his clothes between the bed and the wall to be ready for any emergency and jumped into her bed. She was waiting for him silently. He caressed her very slowly and took her with respect. Her teeth were chattering, her arms were shrivelled and twisted around his neck. She murmured, "Ah Maurice, my husband, I believe that's it!"
"What, Edmee?"
"This time, I'll get it."
"What do you mean? Did you hear a noise?"
"No. You won't eat this one and he will be born."
"A child!"
"I am sure I am not mistaken."
They made their grasp tighter. They were thinking only about themselves, and had forgotten their debauchs. They were thinking about the child that perhaps they had just created. They were trying to believe that Edmee was pregnant and they wallowed in their fantasies until morning came. They decided to hide their love and not see each other at all, not even at Maurice's apartment. Somebody could easily follow them there.
A few days passed. It was impossible for them to meet. Monsieur de Montcourt was extremely nervous and was staying awake all night. Sometimes he was wandering around the house all night.
They were dying from desire and only a good fuck could have brought peace to their bodies. Edmee was convinced that a child would be born from their incest.
The hunger of rut was becoming unbearable. At last, one night, Maurice appeared in her room. They could not think about staying in her room, because at the present time it was too dangerous. They heard Monsieur de Montcourt going down the staircase. Both of them went out into the hall to make sure he was going down. They walked to the landing to follow the noise of his steps, and on this landing, Edmee brutally collapsed on her hands and knees, pulled her gown up, and said, "Fuck me quick, you have time. It has been much too long since I felt your prick ramming into my asshole, my son." Maurice took her, driving his enormous penis in her ass. They could not hear the sound of Monsieur de Montcourt's steps anymore. All of a sudden they resounded very nearby. He was coming back on the steps. They were finished, and could vaguely see him at the bottom of the steps, so they ran to their rooms. As he was getting to the landing, the doors were closing. Though the danger had been great, Edmee and Maurice had finally been able to fuck.
Such acts enrage passions. They were forgetting about Mioussa and Redino, but Mioussa and Redino were still thinking about them. They were very sad because of their absence. After one month, Redino wrote to Maurice to express his fears and sadness. He was begging them to write him to reassure his heart.
The letter made Edmee and Maurice very emotional. They felt guilty about their indifference. Edmee agreed to let Maurice visit them and share their pleasure if he felt like it. She would go and see them later when she could be sure that the taxi driver was not spying on her.
Maurice was welcomed with enthusiasm and joy by Mioussa and Redino. He ate there and Mioussa offered him her buttocks for dessert. He fucked Mioussa's ass while his buttocks were being rammed by Redino's prick. They made a chain. The white man was sandwiched between the black couple and it was a very pretty spectacle.
When Maurice returned home, he told Edmee everything. She was tempted to go back to rue de Prony but she decided not to. She was sure she was pregnant, and told Maurice that her period had not come back yet. She had also received a letter from the very important political person. He was saying that she owed him a visit of thanks and that he was giving her a rendezvous. She told Maurice about it. He got very mad, saying that the man was a beast and that he did not deserve another visit for his dirty deal. Edmee answered, saying, "Maurice, you are wrong. He is very powerful. Perhaps he still has something in his possession that he can use against us. I let him once. It does not matter any more. I can let him fuck me again."
"He steals you away from me. You belong to me."
"Nobody can steal me away from you. You are my absolute husband and lover. You don't mind that Redino steals me away from you."
"It is not the same thing. Redino and Mioussa are parts of ourselves."
"You allow me to sleep with your father, especially if I am pregnant for sure."
"This is a necessity. But this man, I hate him and the idea that he is enjoying your body is unbearable to me."
"Even if I don't enjoy his body."
"He still drives his prick in your cunt."
"Maurice, try not to get upset about it. I'll go to his rendezvous. I have to make sure that he is not keeping anything from us. I'll also use that day to seduce your father and to visit Mioussa and Redino.
Maurice submitted. This was the day that Monsieur de Montcourt saw her coming out of Mioussa's house and followed her to the hotel.
She arrived at Mioussa's and Redino's place after lunch and was welcomed with flowers. Redino was so happy to see her that he rolled at her feet, kissed her shoes and the bottom of her skirt. She offered him her body with delight and emotion. The two little girls undressed her rapidly and Mioussa and Redino fucked her one after the other and then at the same time. She could not stay very long and had to leave to meet the political man. She was dreaming about Mioussa and Redino's past actions while she was walking out of the house when her husband caught her. In the car she was still dreaming while the driver took her to the rendezvous. It was only when she got to the hotel that she woke up from her delightful thoughts and realized clearly that she was in a hotel room with that particular man. He took his clothes off and she imitated him. He wanted her completely nude and asked her to remove everything, even her jewels. She obeyed and he wallowed on her, searching her crack and thighs with his tongue. He never would have thought of the tongues who had visited the same thighs and stomach and buttocks thirty minutes before. Edmee was thinking about it and she smiled, dreaming of Mioussa and Redino. He was delighted because she was very wet, and didn't suspect that he was not the only cause for this humidity. She was enjoying all of his caresses, as she was drowning them in the middle of Mioussa and Redino's caresses.
"Why did not you come and see me?" he asked.
"You did not ask me to before today."
"Oh! What a bad memory you have! You thought that one time was enough to satisfy a passion lasting for so many years."
"Please don't talk about all these years. You are going to make me think that I am old."
"You know very well how young and beautiful you are."
"Not that young. I have a twenty-year-old son who is going to be drafted."
"Drafted? Perhaps you would like for me to take care of this?"
"You mean, you could...."
"Yes, I could arrange something. If it is your interest, it is also mine."
"Then, you want me to see you again?"
"If I interest you enough, dear Madame."
"I have to be very careful. The transfer of my husband exposes me to gossip."
"Nobody suspects anything. The magistrates who knew about the case have been warned to keep their mouths shut. The least indiscretion would attract a disfavour to them. Besides, they all have something to hide also."
"So you promise that nothing will ever be known about my husband's horrible actions."
"I promise. Will you love me a little?"
"Yes."
Edmee efficiently accomplished the program of her day. At the dinner table, Maurice left her with Monsieur de Montcourt as she had asked him to. As soon as Maurice left the table she smiled to her husband and inquired about his departure plans. She showed him some solicitude. Arthur was not expecting anything like that and he was totally charmed.
He had been thinking a lot about what the taxi driver had said and admitted part of it as being the truth, but he still was doubting until somebody gave him some evidence. In his career he had seen and witnessed a lot of accusations which were proved to be wrong. At this minute he was ready to believe in the innocence of his wife. How could such a cute and pure looking woman give herself up to three lovers in the same day: her son, a black man and a very important political person. This was completely illogical even though there was a possibility for the very important person. But she had done it out of affection for her husband. Of course it might have been only to avoid a scandal, but she could have avoided it by simply getting a divorce. Then, she still had affection for him and that was all that mattered. He was filled with joy and answered to her advances. He did not care if she was the Devil's mistress as long as she opened her thighs for him.
He had been deprived of sexual pleasures since the bishop-shepherdess episode and he would have given anything for a good screwing.
"Edmee, do you hate me?" he asked.
"Where do you see my contempt?"
"Your severity, your harshness."
"You must admit that they were legitimate. But sometimes the words are stronger than the thoughts and one says more than one really means."
"What? Would your soul consider indulgence?"
"The principal virtue of a woman is to forgive and to love. Now that my anger has left me, permit me to tell you that you must have been really cute in that shepherdess costume." She burst out laughing and added, "I accused you of turpitudes but, after all, everybody has different tastes and tendencies and I believe that they have the right to express them. Don't you think? And if I had hidden passions, you could not reproach me anything since you give a bad example."
He became pale.
"Let's forget everything."
She left the magazine that she was skimming through and looked him in the eyes. "I know what it is to die of desire. Of desire for love. I know especially since the lessons you gave me in bed."
"Then, why did you close your door to me?"
"A caprice. I would not be a woman if I did not have any. I would listen to you wandering around the house at night and I was filled with compassion and desire."
"Oh! How soft these words are to me!"
"But you see, to be generous in lying does not suit me."
"What did you lie about Edmee?"
"You see, I think that it is lying to be generous when I had sinned myself."
"You have sinned Edmee?"
"You are perceptive enough to understand that if I was closing my door to you, it was because I had a lover."
"A lover!"
Monsieur de Montcourt was more and more confused. He was astonished by the confession of his wife and seduced by the way she was confessing. She sounded so sincere and honest and her voice was filling him with desire. He rejected completely the accusation of Joseph and was delighted that she made the first step and accused herself. At his turn he could forgive her about something and he answered, "If love and forgiveness are the principal virtues of a woman, you have the opportunity to love and forgive a very unhappy man and save him. You could not possibly be a liar if you save this man with your virtues."
"You mean my confession would not stop you and you could enjoy pleasure in all the senses' freedom."
"In your room, this conversation will find the best conclusion."
"All right Arthur, come with me."
One more time the incestuous woman was triumphing.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Edmee guaranteed the birth of her child by being a passive and good wife to her husband. She would receive him in her bedroom every time he wanted to, but would only let him fuck her in the accepted and normal position. She would not allow any fantasies and he got used to fucking her through one hole-the cunt.
Maurice was getting extremely jealous of his father and of the political person whom Edmee was visiting regularly.
He asked her for explanations about the man and she gave him embarrassed and confused answers. He started to spy on her also. She quickly realized it and played along by dragging him through long walks in the street of Paris. At night she would make jokes about him. Her situation was becoming fairly complicated. Her husband was watching her. His suspicions had been aroused by certain looks that Maurice had given to Edmee at the dinner table. He was hoping that he could catch them together, thus regaining his past authority. If he could prove their affair, he could make Edmee go with him to the colonies where he was going to be transferee!. Her husband was spying on her at home, Maurice was spying on her, and the taxi driver was spying on her when she was going for a visit to Mioussa and Redino's house.
She got scared and decided to stay at home until the departure of her husband. Then, she would have all her freedom for all the men and women she wanted. She did not know one thing: the possibility that Monsieur de Montcourt could obtain a delay for his transfer, which he did with a lot of discretion.
He announced it to her only at the last minute. Very disturbed, she wrote a letter to her influential lover, telling him that it was absolutely impossible for her to visit him as long as her husband was in Paris.
He answered that she should have told him that she wanted her husband to be transferred as soon as possible. He begged her to come and visit him anyway so he could examine the possibilities of suppressing the delay of the departure.
Edmee went to another rendezvous at the same hotel. She was so disturbed by the thought that her husband was not going right away that she did not notice Maurice following her. He waited for her in front of the hotel. When she got home, he followed her in her room without any precaution and asked with anger, "Did everything go all right at the hotel."
"Not too badly. You're still spying on me."
"I do not want you to see that man again."
"You don't want me to. How daring!"
"You are going to listen to me."
"On one condition: that it will not be very long."
"You're going to listen to me as long as I want you to."
"You are not afraid to lose us."
"To lose us. It's going to depend on you."
"You are out of your mind, Maurice, and I think it would be better to talk about all this later."
"No. I never see you anymore. My father is in your room every night and in the afternoon you are with this obnoxious man."
"Be patient, Maurice. We shall be free very soon if you are reasonable. I saw that man so he would cancel the delay of your father's departure. I did it for us so we could be happy, so we could make love whenever we wanted to. Instead of helping me, you come and argue in my room taking the chance of losing us both."
While she was talking, Edmee had taken her clothes off and she was now in panties. With her supplicating and charming voice she was calming the irritation of the young man. He murmured, "Desires are killing me, and you don't give me your body anymore."
"Why do you talk so much about it. Instead of wasting time talking about it, when there is an opportunity, exploit it!"
She was inviting him. He dragged her on the rug and they rolled in a furious grasp. He fucked her with his habitual virility.
Spasms were succeeding spasms when the door was silently opened. Monsieur de Montcourt appeared and watched them until they came back to reality. He did not disturb them and left them the time to finish.
Maurice got up very quickly. He was pale. Edmee, not even embarrassed, attacked her husband.
"I have been good to you and this is how you express your gratitude. I wish I had never forgiven you for your horrible action."
"You might have a lot of poise, my dear, but if one could measure in scales the weight of your fault and the weight of mine I believe I would be the one who would have the right to forgive, not you."
"Neither you nor I. You do not regret your actions and I do not regret mine. I am alone with my conscience and you do not have the right to forgive or judge me. If there is crime, I am the one who seduced Maurice."
"Seduced this beautiful and pure little boy. Come on Edmee, I thought he had more control over himself. Anyway, this is the occasion to liberate myself. I am now the master of both of your lives."
He pulled a gun. Maurice jumped in front of his mother to protect her. Monsieur de Montcourt went on. "Do not worry, I do not like drama. If I kill you I do not have any future. You saved me from scandal. You have been good to me Madame, and I have gratitude. Besides our interest is an apparent conciliation. The horror that you're inspiring in me breaks all the feelings I had for you. I do not want a divorce. You'll keep the name of Montcourt but I become free of all my actions. I am going to resign from the Ministere and we'll leave Paris together. As for you, Mister my son, you'll never see your mother again. If you still have a little honor left, you'll enlist in the army and ask to go to the colonies."
"You think that you are at the courthouse, Monsieur de Montcourt, in front of the accused whose life you like to rule in pronouncing him guilty or innocent. Do whatever you want, but I am still going to live the way I want to. Resign if you like, but I am getting a separation. I do not want your name and I am staying in Paris. As for Maurice, he'll listen to me, not you, and he'll stay with me."
"Maurice, you're going to get out of this room or I'll kill you like a dog."
"I'll get out of this room only if you do. I shall not leave my mother alone with you."
"Oh! You do not have anything to fear. Get dressed Madame." The two men exited together and without a word went to their rooms. Edmee got dressed very quickly and left the house. Nobody kept her from leaving. She took a taxi to Mioussa's house.
"Mioussa, my dear, I ask your hospitality. May I stay with you?"
"You're going to stay here?"
"If you let me, my darling. I had a very violent argument with my husband. I cannot live at my house anymore as long as he is there."
"How happy I am. The house is yours. Pick the prettiest bedroom."
"Thank you Mioussa. I have to write a letter to my husband and one to Maurice."
Joseph had seen Edmee come to Mioussa's house. He warned Monsieur de Montcourt, who did not hesitate. He went in person to Rue de Prony. A little black girl opened the door for him.
"I want to talk to your master," Monsieur de Montcourt said. "He is not here."
"Your mistress, then."
"She is busy."
"Yes, with my wife. Tell them that Monsieur de Montcourt is here." The girl let him in and went and told Mioussa and Edmee. Edmee was finishing her letters. She said, "Good. One of the letters is useless."
She asked Mioussa to come with her and joined Monsieur de Montcourt in the little salon. He attacked her immediately, saying, "I knew also, Madame, of your relations with this house. It is very daring and dangerous for you to take shelter here."
"My dear Arthur, this is a person I love very much-my friend Mioussa. I shall not leave her until your departure."
"You are coming back home with me right now."
"Let's not be dramatic, Arthur. I am not coming back with you. Now, be sensible. Sit down and listen to me. We have this pretty Mioussa as a witness. First of all, let me tell you that you don't quite make it; you are not at our level. You have not been very wise, my dear husband, and I think I am going to decide that you are mentally disturbed; you broke into my room where I was talking to my son and you threatened us with a gun. Your mind, I know, has been disturbed by your unlucky adventure.
Remember the shepherdess on the knees of the bishop. Anybody getting into this sort of entertainment has to be a little disturbed. I'll be more than glad to tell my friend at the courthouse that you have become violent since your bizarre adventure. Besides, they'll notice how inconsistent you are when you give them your resignation right after you asked for a delay of your transfer. I was scared of you when I left our home and I just wrote to my son so he would come to me to talk about your case and make a decision about it. I got in touch also with a doctor so he would examine you. Now if you do not calm down, I'll ask the protection of the law since I do not intend to be the victim of your insanity."
"Of my insanity?"
"Right. You better think a lot about our separation, Arthur." it She was absolutely calm. The judge understood: fighting with her was impossible. Her plan was very clear and simple and it had a very good chance to succeed, especially with the connections Madame de Montcourt had. A discreet investigation instigated by her and her powerful friend could lead him to a nut-house. He became pale and murmured, "I should have killed both of you."
"This is a very dangerous statement that Mioussa witnessed."
"I have a witness also: the taxi-driver, and he can talk too."
"You bribed him. Believe me, sir, you don't stand a chance. Perhaps you better forget about your resignation or the delay of your departure. Perhaps you should let God punish our crimes, if there are crimes. Abandon your vengeful ideas and leave us alone. Go on to the colonies; you'll be safer. I shall not go back to the house until you have left. This is my last word. The justice will protect me and my son against your attacks."
The incestuous woman was triumphing again. Monsieur de Montcourt left for good after giving one hundred francs to Joseph. Maurice did not get drafted and lived happily with his mother. A little boy was born of their incestuous relationship. He was named Angelo.
