In the 1800s...

(closed for grdybiwifey)

A simple township at the mid-XIXth... could be the nest of such a decadent family?

The Cavanaughs had always been a simple family. As John, the patriach, earned them quite a good living managing the city's new industrial weavers; all in the Household could say that they've enjoyed quite a confortable living. Every one of them, from the governess' family to the single gardener. While they've never been rich or wealthy enough to become a great, political power, the Cavanaugh's small family had always been one the other powers came to while seeking advice... and that bore alone it's influence.

But John was a bitter man. His wife, Perpetua, had passed away so soon, after the birth of their one child, James. John had never searched for a replacement to the fair Perpetua, and although he had indulged into other women caresses, he had turned out to dedicate his sweat and soul into providing for his Household - and that meant the servants as well. Main between them all stood the Governess. A woman by the name of Suella; whose entire family worked for the Cavanaughs.

She had been a constant in James live since the beggining, and a refreshment for John, knowing that a wise woman took care of his Home while he toiled for them all. Suella had been hired and provided living since her early twenties, working as a maid for Perpetua and taking the duties of Governess after the Mistress of the Household passed away. One could say that she was now the true Mistress of the House, although John had never searched for her caresses - quite a feat considering the society of the time. No, John seeked out pleasure elsewhere... in Suella's daughters.

For the Governess, although cared for young James, had children of her own. Their father had long passed away as well... or had him dissapeared? No one except for Suella herself knew it for sure. She had a couple of twins, the girls Elisabetha and Norelli, who were both on their early to mid-twenties... and a boy, Sebastian. Suella had acted as a wet nurse for both James and Sebastian at the same time, providing the both would bond since her breastfeeding into close, intimate friends.

And now that James was in his earliest twenties, his beloved Governess was just reaching her forties. Although she had aged little, she was the only constant into his life from the beginning. She had nursed him, and become the only motherly figure the Heir of the Cavanaughs had. She demanded such respect that James had never caused her wrath... fearful for any retribuition.

Today, James read a book at the tall living room, sitting down on an armchair. Suella patiently sewed off clothes while singing some tune he had never undestand. Sebastian would soon come home from his job as an Apprentice to the nearby Blacksmith, and his fellow awaitied him patiently. They had a plan for the afternoon, after all...

'What of your afternoon James,' Sabastia asked after greeting his mother. He kissed her head and she barely looked up from her sewing, though she did smile. It was for the best that she not look up for the way her soon eyed the young white man may have given her pause. 'Perhaps we could go for a jaunt in the woods for old time sake,' he said as he came to stand beside his chair, towering over his oldest friend. Sabastian was a hulking figure of a man, nearly 6'4 with thick arms and a strong back.he carried the physique of a working man beneath his coffee brown skin. But he was a gentle giant and would not hurt a fly.

Both boys, who were not actually boys, looked to Suella for permission. 'In time for dinner and not a moment later. And you both best be clean and shaved before the bell rings.'

'Yes Mother,' Sabastian said with a grin at James. 'Come my friend I have something to show you.'

Though he was only a smith's apprentice, Sabastian had always been goo with his hands thanks to Nathan. He had shown the boy how easy it was to manipulate all manners of matter with the right tools and patience. Though her prefered metal, Sabastian was a passable carpenter as well, having built most of the furniture in his room. He had also built a small closet between his and his sisters's rooms, this is where he lead James. Through a false wall on his room the could watch the girls being naughty in theirs, something they were always doing.

Today was no different. Through the slits in the paneling they watch as the girls prepared for an evening social. They we're both nude, Norelli sat at the vanity as Elisabetha brushed her long jet black hair. Though they were sisters the didn't look much alike. Elisabetha took after their mother with full hips and bust beneath her chocolate brown skin, wher as Norelli was tall and lean. Her hips narrow, her breast no bigger than a handful. Both were equaly beautiful though and had no trouble finding company.

They were chatting about different boys in town when they heard a rustling behind the wall. They both giggled knowing full well they had an audience and without words they mutually decided to have a little fun. Elisabetha lean down and kissed her sister and asked if she would like to help groom her flower before the party. Norelli grinned and lead her to the bed they shared and lay her down. Slowly she began to lick Elisabetha's chocolate southern lips.

James liked how clever Sabastian had been into concealing - although somewhat poorly - such a space withing his own room, dealing with the perceptions of thos outside. It would take some searching to notice that the room was somewhat smaller than it should be - in order to hold the small place where the both friends now looked through the wall. Damn it, the twins were both simply gorgeous women, although of so different complexion.

Elisabetha really reminded young James from her mother, Suella. The Governess had indeed quite wide, generous hips, and a bust many women should envy... but Norelli had her own beauty into her luscious, lithe form. While younger, James had approached the girls quite some times in order to earn a gift, a kiss or one seemly proper caress from their nimble hands... and to watch their groping and caressing eachother was breathtaking. His manhood swelled quickly under his pants, as he looked to Sabastian, asking to himself if the coffee-skinned boy had never thought of taking such pleasures from his sisters.

Muffling a giggle, the servant boy knelt against the wall in order to check his sisters even more eagerly. Elisabetha had laid down as if a reclining goddess, while Norelli caressed and kissed her lith form, her hand snaking down towards her sister's womanhood. It was too much for the white boy to take, for James slid a hand under his own pants in order to caress and pump his evident arousal - as it was, his member was almost jumping outside his trousers.

And Sabastian noticed. His eyes stared upwards to James'. They were so different, yet so alike and close. James was slightly taller than Sabastian, his own frame broadshouldered, although in that regard, Suella's son was stronger. Still, James was the 'Young Master'. He had the power to order the servants around, and suddenly a wicked idea appeared on his mind, the giggles and moans of the girls only making him even harder.

He slowly pulled down his pants, his erect manhood as thick and long as Sabastian's would never be. A droplet of precum slid down it's glans' surface, as he positioned himself before his childhood friend, a hand coming to the pitch-skinned Sabastian's shoulder.

Sabastian turned to face his master's son, his dearest friend and smiled. 'For old times sake my lord,' he said playfully and he got down on his knees. Though James had aways been taller, his hieght was in his torso making the kneeling Sabastian perfect hieght to take his manhood. His uncut pink flesh lined up perfectly with the young apprentices full dark mouth. It would not be the first time the young man had kissed his lord's dripping flesh and he hoped it would not be the last.

The girls at that point had forgotten about the show and were lost in each other's embrace. Norelli caressed and groped her sisters thick thighs as her tongue probed her hot softnes. Elisabetha moan softly as she felt Norelli swirling around swollen pearl. 'For goodness sake,' She gasped as Norelli added a finger to her oral exploration of her nether regions. She ran her fingers through her thick hair, ruining the smoothness of her tresses as her hips rose to meet Norelli's giving mouth.

'They are such bad girl,' Sabastian whispered as he took James into his hands, handling him more gently than anyone would think his meaty callused hands could. He marveled at how pleasurable it was to have him so close, to smell his manly musk. Only now could he feel his own loins stir, as he tentatively licked the first strand of precum that oozed from James' tip. Even at it's hardest he was no match for his masters son, in legnth or girth, so he thought it only right that he pay homage to the better man.

The better man, indeed. It was curious, however. Sabastian was a large man, blessed with almost unnatural strengh, but cursed by the Heavens with a short, stocky member. Now that James thought of it, it had been quite some time he had last offered his manhood for his beloved friend to worship. And quite a worship. James had never been truly with a woman as of yet, but with Sabastian's kind, careful handling, he had not needed to seek a female to ease himself. At least no more that watching the servant's sisters.

"Ah... you're still great at this, Bastian..."

The Master's legs shivered at the Smith's apprentice licking, the wetness of his tongue and the gentle rubbing was almost maddening. Since the first time that Sabastian had gotten on his knees before James, the young man had improved much. It was with experience gathered from the act that Sabastian handled James larger, thicker girth, as if tasting one expensive delicacy he knew he would never possess himself.

The moans of the girls on the other room called James attention. Laying a hand against the wooden wall, he gave them a look through the flimsy space, watching from the shadows as they've caressed each other. But he had also noticed that Sabastian had not pumped his own girth while watching the girl, and the truth hit James as a lightning. The servant boy had planned to get him aroused... in order to service his cock.

He should feel outraged by being used by a lowly servant, even if it was his most intimate friend, the one that was nursed by the very same woman tham himself. Still... he had missed Sabastian's caresses, and welcomed his tongue with great joy himself. A moan escaped his lips, but James did not cared the little if the girls heard him.

Sabastian could not be happier at the moment. Over the years he had lent his mouth to service many of them men of status in town, some even not so high up, he realized he had a knack for their pleasure and found that he liked to please them. James of course had been his first but his interes in his servant friend's mouth had waned once the girls in town began to vie for his attention. Sabastian had supposed James had no need for him anymore. His excitement was immeasurable as James allowed him service his throbbing meat. He suckled him hungrily as he used to his mother's teet as a babe, his eyes closed, intent on James' pleasure. Sabastian buried his face in his mane of pubic hair, inhaling is intoxiating musk. Only one thing could make this moment better he thought as he bobbed up and down on his lord's cock, massaged his jewels eith his meaty hand. He looked up at him then, wanting to see if he was pleased and found James with his face pressed agains the wall watching his sisters.

By now the girls could hear the muffled moans of the boys in the next room. They had always known of their brother's softness and the other duties he had preformed for the men around town. That was about the only thing they didn't tease him about, nor did they tell their mother. It was their little secret since he had never told of their exploits with each other and James's father, thir master John. By the way James panted and mumbled it seemed their little brother had taken much of their most recent advice. Norelli giggled as a loud gasp escaped James and Elisabetha said, 'is it us who pleases you young mister or our brother's soft mouth...' Norelli cut in as she wiped her face, climbin out of bed. 'Either way James we would never tell your young bride.' She walked purposefully to the wall, seductively so and stood before it, offering her praises to Sabastian. 'Well aren't you finding you way nicely Bast. Remember that trick we Beta taught you.'

He remembered, remembered well, it almost saw him suffocated a few days before when he tried it out on his mastersmith. But he was much older than James perhaps the feeling of the young big bodied black sissyboy throat attempting to swallow him up was to much for him to bare. When he came he nearly passed out, collapsing on poor Sabastian with his cock still buried down histhroat. Pushing the near death experience back in his mind Sabastian took a deep breath through his nose and swallowed his entire manhood. Once James was lodged in the back of his throat, He began swallowing, hisstrong throat muscles contracting and milking his cock maing him throb and stiffen even more.

As he had sensed the sudden change of Sabastian's handling of his member, James took his eyes from the twins in order to sincerely admire the view; a smile of sheer pleasure on his eyes. His closest friend, the boy with whom he had grew up togheter, playing imaginary adventures and sharing hopes and dreams with was now, once more after so long, kneeling before him and eagerly taking his thick girth deep into his mouth. The slushing, wet noises surely passed through the wooden walls, and the young master had to lay his back against the wall not to fall - his legs arching slightly as his groin was set forward, offering Sabastian even more access to his Master's cock.

"The three of you will be my damnation...", James spoke through clenched teeth, his strong voice audible to all of them.

He was quite taken by the sudden deepthroating that the black boy was giving him, so outstanded that James nearly ignored the weight of Norelli's comment. Holy Crap. James had been ordered by his father, John, to marry one young, boring and naive girl whose name he could never remember - and lest now, as Sabastian took him entirelly into the depths of his throat. He indeed hoped that the Sisters and his esteemed Sabastian would not spoke of this depravity to no one.

The blowing, combined with the gentle, kind handling that the servant was offering his balls was making James sweat as he had never before. Every session that he shared with Sabastian was delightful, but this one... had been something completely beyond what he had expected. His hips inadvertdly pumped forward against the back of the black boy's throat, while the Master took his both hands to the sides of Sabastian head. He would not be long now.

The house was too quiet when Suella stepped over the threshold. The girls should have been dressed by now for the Mister to see them off before the social. It was so nice of him, she thought, playing the the protective father to her girls. Though they were girls no longer, both were in their middle twenties and working in households as daystaff. She made her way to the stair and began to hear their muffled giggles. 'The Mister will be none to pleased with your dilly dallying. He's ordered you a coach, best not make him wait,' she yelled up the unfinished stairs. Nathan had promised to paint them for her, but then again he promised a lot of things.

The girls froze and simultaneously spun from the vanity as they heard their mother's voice. 'Coming mother,' Norelli yelled back as shequickly laced Elisabetha's corset. They were on the last pulls. 'Yes mother it won't be long,' said the older sister her eyes shifting to the far wall. They heard footsteps up the stairs and Norelli dashed nibbly to the doorway in the hopes of intercepting their mother on the stairs, lessening the chances of discovering her only son in such a compromising position. And she almost made it too.

Sabastian heard his mother's light deliberate footfalls, saw her shadow through the slits in the paneling. Mouth still full, he stared up at James with doe eyed admiration. The threat of his dirty little secret being discovered on egged on his please. He could feel his under trousers being soiled with his hot wet precum. He truly loved him, Sabastian did James and if he would have him he would give himself over to him fully. As he had with his Mastersmith. But he knew that would never be. He knew James wanted him to stop, to loose the grip his mouth held on his manhood, the young black stud of a sissyboy could not let go. In fact he reach up and grabbed his backside, holding him with his brute stregnth. The extra push sent James' member deep down his thoat but by now he could hold his gag. But could Jame hold his load, or be quiet about letting go? All Sabastian could do was wait.

It was simply too much. James was completely overwhelmed by Sabastian sheer strenght, his clamping against his backside completely taking his lenght so further down the servant's throat that even if looking down, James would not see the base of his virile, strong member. His balls, brushing against Sabastian's chin, rubbing his pubes as if weeping around his pitch-black flesh, were taking even more of his already considerable endurance down. Ignoring the girls completely, not acknowledging the measured steps of the governess climbing upstairs, James reached it.

A barely-muffled, long groan escaped his lips as James exploded against the back of Sabastian's throat, the situation too much for him to hold in check. It had been weeks since he had last cherished some sensual caresses, and now that his cohort had so eagerly taken him in with the skills of a demanded whore, and the obvious knowledge of the twins, it had been too much. His first jolt was sent down Sabastian's throat immediately, as he struggled for him to let go.

Taken back by the sudden, but not unexpected climaxing, the servant grip weakened enough for James to start to pull out, his jizz spilling into his mouth and filling it with the fluid. However, the young master slipped outside as well, and the last of his load was thrown against Sabastian face. One. Two. Three times streams of white, milky seed crossed around the servant's face.

Sabastian tried hiss best to contain his excitement as he felt James' first jolt of seed. He held himself to a heavy forced breath through flaired nostrils until he began to withdraw. First a soft moan as he tasted his salty sweet spunk, the best the young blacksmith's apprentice had ever tasted. And it was so much for him to enjoy, he could not help sliding a hand against his own pitiful manhood through his rough wool trousers as James let loose another stream on his chin. He gasped out right when another splashed against his lips.

A moan his mother heard but seeing her son's room empty she moved on to the girls room for the moment. They needed to be off so Suella hurried them along, helping apply rogue to the girls full lips and high cheekbones. Pinned stray hairs back and fasting hard to reach buttons. She wondered why the girls spoke so loudly, perhaps it was just excitement. 'Tonight,' Norelli promised. 'Beta we will find you a man of wealth and good sense.'

'Why good sense,' the older sister asked as she ushered both wome towards the door and all Norelli could do was laugh, shaking her head as the girls hooked arms in the hall headed to the main house for the Mister's inspection.

Suella remained on the second level of her humdle home, the place where all her children had been raised. She had done her best for them ad they had turned out generally well, she thought. Though there was something about her Bast that she couldn't place. Nothing like the other boys in town his age. Though he had many friends and vistors, very few time had he bee seen ventured out with a lady. He was a handsome virile looking boy who should have been a constant strain on the fathers of their village. And stranger still, the boy seldom complained about it.

He heard the door slam and thought the only women he ever needed in his life had gone. Sabastian rose, after a soft kiss to James' still stiff member, and pushed the wall open. He did not even wipe his face, relishing in being covered by his man's seed, as he stepped into his room. He back turned he walked right into his mother

James was just laying against the wooden wall, completely spent at his servant's clever, able caresses, so completely taken back that he laid quietly against the wall, his breathing heavy, his pants just opened at the front of his groin while his large, thick member stood proudly before him, growing limp as he was sated. There was some of his seed around the floor, and still droplets fell from his purple glans, a scene of completed debauchery.

And suddenly his absent, pleased smile turned into a glare of horror as he saw Suella, his beloved governess, standing just before the both of them. Cum still dripped from his member and from Sabastian's chin, the servant's face covered on streams and more streams of his potent, virile jizz. There was no questioning about what had just happened. There was no excuses to give her. No plan could have foresaw the situation.

James simply blushed hardly, so taken back that he did not even try to conceal or guard his half-erection, his long member still engorged hanging between his legs. What would be of him? Worse, what would be of his dearest friend, discovered in such a compromising position?

Suella gasped, her hand over her mouth. 'My baby,' she whimpered, her eyes shifting from one boy to the other. She didn't know whether to be shocked, hurt, or disgusted, or was it simply a combination of all three. Tinged with something else, darker, a feeling a mother should never have twards her son. Before she could stop herself her hand shot out and swatted him across the face.

Sabastain stunned at first, quickly broke into a sob as he took off running out of the house, to where he wasn't sure. Anywhere where his mother could not look upon him with such disappointment in her eyes. He ran had and fast with no real direction in mind, and short time later he ended up at the Blacksmith shop in town. Despite his frazzled state he had the presence of mind to stea away throught the back so none of the townspeople saw him.

Back at the Cavanaugh servants quarters, Suella stared hard at James, trying desparately to keep her eyes on him and not his still oozing member. She could not help her tongue from wetting her lips, or what his intoxicating musk was doing to her body. 'What would ur betrothed say if sshe knew what you and the servant boy were up to? Your father? Oh James you best go clean up before someone see or there will be hell for all of us to pay.'

Cold sweat flowed down James back, his neck tense at the situation. How had it come to this? He should have never being that reckless with Sabastian, although he confessed that it had been more than worth it. The servant's caresses were that of a god, his kind, gentle touch more skilled than most luxury prostitutes one could even pay for the company.

He remained speechless, his cheeks turning crimson with the shameful situation. However, somehow, his hardness was taking it's time to grow stiff, as if Suella's gaze was arousing enough for it to remain half-way between limping and swelling. It throbbed, jumping over it's place before James' groin as if acknowledging the governess presence with more than a little interest.

"I... well... I am... don't be...", he was completely lost for words. What he could say to soothe such aching mother's heart?

'You're what? Don't be what?' Suella began as she moved towards him, her eyes still on his swollen member. It must have been youth that kept him still at the ready under such scrutiny. 'Speak your mind young James. Have you enjoyed yourself, making a sissy out of my son? Has he not been like a brother to you James, I not like a mother. I nursed you both on these and this is how you repay my love.' Though she knew the house was empty, Suella could not speak above a whisper and as she spoke of them her hands went to her generous bosom and squeezed. She was surprised to find her nipples tense as she continued. 'What have I done James to make you treat me so, besides love and care for you as if you came from my flesh? I should tell your father that the reason your so disinterested in that little girl is that you prefer a more firm, rougher touch. What say you abot that James?' By then they were almost nose to nose, well if he was not a head taller they would have been. She looked him square in the eye, awaiting his response.

Completely at a loss for words, James could not even dare to down his eyes from Suella's. She was right, in a sense. He had been so ungrateful to her every time that he had accepted Sabastian caresses. Her grip on her heavy, ample but was not lost on the young man, however, his member still throbbing as the last droplets fell to the ground - it's surface greasy and reflective.

"I was never bent on dishonouring you, Suella.", he started, his face red with shame as the words started to slip past his lips, "I love you as the mother I've never had.", he said as he sliped down to his knees, hugging and pulling of the governess' skirts as he had done as a child, hiding his eyes from her steely gaze. "As I love Sabastian. He is my dearest friend, Suella. I've never done it to humiliate the both of you. I did it because I love him. And he loves me. He likes to service me, auntie, and... he loves it."

"You know he is way stronger than me, auntie. He could have made me do it. But no. He does it for me. And the we both love it.", he said, calling her the loving name he had first known her. She was his auntie. The motherly figure he had ever needed. And still... she could feel his hardness brushing against the side of her leg as he knelt before her, begging for her mercy.

She could not hold her rage at him after his words, the sound of the name he had not called her since he came of age. Suella could see in his face that he was sincere, in her heart she felt she had known all along. The boys had always been too close to be of such different class. Yes they had grown in the same house but it was in to different worlds. Sabastian was a kitchen boy while James did his daily studies. When the tradesmen began rounding up the local boys, James did not stand in that line with Sabastian that day. She hd always assumed they would grow out of each other but they di, and now she knew why. It was jealousy that drove her to strike her son, for she had known for quite some time that they shared a common interest.

'If you truly love him James you must let him go,' she said, her hands moving to stroke his hair. She could barely hold his gaze, feeling the lusty heat rise as she look upon him. 'Come now James do not look at me so...youu know what those eyes do to me.' She tried to pull away but failed to compel herself and wrapped him up in her arms instead. 'Oh James we mustn't get beside ourselves again. It is for the best, you will be married soon and will have no use for either of us.'

James laid his head over Suella's tummy, his ear hearing the wet noise of her bowels' familiar heat. So many times this woman had held him gently into her loving embrace. She had never deserved such gruesome betrayal at the hands of her son... and himself. Another son of hers, was he not? In the very ending, he had been raised by that adorable, black woman.

"I grow tired of that remark.", he said as he held to Suella's skirts as a fearful child. "I do not love her. I do not know her. Stop that nonsense, auntie.", he looked upwards with his pleeding, deep grey eyes, asking for her forgiveness and her touch once more. "I promise, I'll never leave any of you behind. I shall take you to my new home if Father dismisses you. I will keep loving you and... Sabastian..."

His oozing member just now started to grow limp, it's long, thick girth rubbing against her skirts' fine fabric, it's presence unsettling to the governess.

Her heart warmed to the idea helping him settle into the role of husband, how his father would feel about the move would be something altogether different. But that would be for another time, now all Suella wished to kiss his soft lips as she look upon him. She touch his face, ran her nails against his scalp as she lean down to place her lips gently against the young mistr's.

Of course it would not end with just that kiss, as Suella was very aware of James's still throbbing member. And the stain it currently made on her stockings. 'You would take me with you?' She asked between kisses, all the while her hands sliding down his shirt back. 'Mmm my Jamie what a man you've become, so thoughtful and generous.'

She stepped away then, eyes roaming and settling ong his manhood. She raised her skirt and said, 'Show me my Jamie, how kind and generous a Mister you've become.'

James was completely taken back by the woman's completely unexpected actions. She had kissed him! And more, his beloved governess purred such lustful words directly over his ears, her luscious lips kissing and rubbing themselves against his. Taken by confusion and anxious at her words, James simply admired Suella's thick thighs as he watched into her skirts.

"W...What? Here? Now?" he asked dumbfolded. Was she talking to him for real? Did she really wished him to bed her as casually as that? What was happening to her? So many questions boiled within his juvenile brain that James stood simply dazed with Suella's advance, looking to her stocking and legs with glittering eyes.

Knowing not how to proceed, James simply kissed her back, relishing on how good and moist her lips felt against his. She was marvellous. How could he thing that of her, the woman that nursed him herself? James was so confused that he only took her hand, hoping to be guided on.

And as always Suella would do just that, leading him to her bedroom where she quickly undressed. No longer jealous, but still lust filled. Her flower ached for him and as she lay down she teased it as he remained standing. She licked her lips as she look upon him, her vision of him ever changing. First the boy she raised, now he was the man she loved. At first the idea shamed her, now she could have cared less as she spread her thick thighs, putting her glistening sex on display for him.

'Oh what you've done to me Jamie,' she said as her hips writhed against her own touch. 'I am so weak for you. The sight of your strong able body drives to depravity and I wish not hold back any longer. Come to me Jamie, show me that my lust for you is not in vain.'

As his beloved governess, his dearest auntie opened herself as a a flower before him over her humble, plain bedchamber, young James discarded his clothes quickly, leaving behind both his trousers and shirt, his suspenders and shoes. His hands worked quickly over his manhood, quickly turning it out to be as hard as it had been just moments earlier, when this majestic woman's son had sucked him off.

"Suella... Auntie...", he tried to speak, nervously jerking himself in order to get him fully ready. "I... I've never... I've only did Sabastian's mouth. I've never mounted a woman."

He said as he closed on the bed, admiring her moist womanhood as if it was the dreamy nectar of the ancient, forgotten gods. His phallus was now fully engorged, it's thickness greater even than Suella's current mate, Nathan. But James had nothing on his puerile mind beyond the woman that made him a grown up, and now would make him a man.

Suella found that hard to believe as she watched James eagerly undressed. She wondered how that could have been with a father who frequented the few houses of ill reput in town. But then James was much unlike his father.

'Well my Jamie,' she said as she rose up to kneel at the edge of her straw mattress. She reached out to him, grasping his swollen manhood, and moaned. 'Have I not taught you many life lessons? Have I not shown you the many ways of the world? How to please a woman is a most important lesson for a young virile man as yourself. Come lay with me my Jamie and I will show you.'

Another kiss, not so tentative this time for they both knew of what was to come, and Suella pull him down in bed with her. With her hand on his girth, she guided him to her openning, hot an moist. Her lips on his ear she said, 'Now push with your hips.'

As he knelt before her spread-out legs, James simply wondered how lucky a man he was. To be taught by no other than the closest, most attractive, and yet beloved woman of his entire existence. That had turned his anxiety into a passionate action, as he stood at attention, eagerly awaiting her commands to go on, relishing at her touch.

Slowly he started to drive himself forward, using his hips to lead his hardness against her swollen womanhood. As compliant as an obedient son, he started to invade her depths with his thick girth, a simbol of his blessing and good luck. He was cautious enough to go slow into her dripping, moist sex, his hardened wood plunging deep into her.

It was with a moan of delight that he hilted himself into Suella. His eyes closed as his lips allowed a sensual moan to escape, his form covering hers completely. A woman whose skin tone would degrade his caresses, but he did not cared the least. James was hers.

'Mmm just like that baby. See already taking iniative, just like a man should.' Suella had to gasp out the last, as she felt the entirety of his legnth. She felt him pulse inside her, deep inside her, and she could not stop herself from closing her body around him.

Wrapping him in the loving embrace of all her limbs, Suella whispered in his ear. 'Now rock back...yes just like that baby...slowly now...enjoy yourself for now my Jamie. A man treasures his time in such softness.' In truth she wished him take his time for her own pleasure. It had been long since her children's father that her depths had felt the intense pleasure of fullness. She quivered around him from her center, breathlessly moaning his praises. 'Yes my Jamie...do you feel that...do you feel me latching onto you...drooling around your base. You do well baby, very well.'

With her hands on his hips, Suella pulled him against her. Her hips rose with his thrusts, meeting him with her wetness. It splashed against their thighs, she moaned at the deluge. Even the children's father could not bring such precipitation. Who knew it would be one who nursed from her that would bring her to such hieghts of pleasure.

As one obedient son, James was slow into his lovemaking to Suella. His pace was slow, with long, fluid movements filling her completely as he forced his entire member within her womanhood, and then withdrew it's entire lenght. For some moments, that was more than enough for him, every invasion into her warm, inviting bowels almost making him explode as he merely stood within her sensual sex.

"Ah... Yes... I-I feel it... soon..."

His gasping words were painfully offered to the governess as he hilted himself, this time remaining deep inside of her. Ignoring all of the world beyond his dearest auntie, James started to force his groin against her hips again, grinding his full manhood against the woman that had both nursed and raised him. He loved her with all of his young heart.