plied, and it was evident she had
assumed a kneeling posture, the better to favour her designs. I could
feel her pass one hand over the other, until she found the head was
still partially above the third grasp. I heard her give an involuntary
exclamation of surprise at its size. Her curiosity growing by what it
fed on, she now commenced with the utmost caution gently to remove the
bed-clothes, that she might see, as well as feel. When this was
accomplished, she rose and brought the light, again passed it before my
eyes, and then moved it down towards my prick. Being sure she was now
far too deeply engaged to turn her eyes towards mine, I half opened
them, and beheld her bending close over the great object of attraction.
I heard her exclaim half aloud--

"How wonderful! I never could have imagined such a thing, and in such
an innocent boy, too. Oh! I must possess-yes--I must possess it."

Here she grasped it more forcibly than before. Then, rising, she put
the candle on the pot stand, which she removed to the foot of the bed.
Then taking my prick in both hands, she gently rubbed it up and down,
and even stooped and fondly kissed the nut. It throbbed more violently
than ever at this, and I thought it time to start, and appear to awake.
She instantly quitted her hold of it, and stood up, but was too
agitated to think of covering me. I opened my eyes in apparent great
surprise, but recognising mamma, I said--

"Oh! is that you, dear mamma? I was dreaming such a nice dream about
you. Oh, do kiss me," purposely not seeming to know that my person was
all naked.

She stooped and kissed me tenderly, saying--

"My dear, darling boy. I came to see if you were comfortable, and found
you lying uncovered, and with this extraordinary thing sticking up."

She had seized it with her left hand, as she stooped to kiss me. On the
instant, I determined to play off the same game that had succeeded so
well with my aunt.

"My dear mamma, I should not have dared to speak to you about _that_,
but it does give me much pain, by becoming so hard that it throbs, as
you may feel, at the least touch. I don't know what to do; and it makes
me feel so queer too, especially at the gentle pressures you have just
given it; dear mamma, can you tell me how I can cure it, and I will
love you so dearly."

Here she stooped and kissed me very luxuriously, actually thrusting her
tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, and told her how sweet it was. But
my pri