ck becoming perfectly outrageous, I implored her to tell me what
I could do to relieve it. She looked at me long and intently, blushing
and turning pale by turns.

"Yes, my dear boy, I could relieve you, but it is a secret that I
hardly dare confide in one so young."

"Oh! you may trust me, my dear mamma, you know I am becoming a young
man, and men must know how to keep secrets, or they would be despised,
besides, so dear and loving a mamma as you are to me would doubly make
me keep secret anything you confide to me on those terms."

"I will trust you, my darling boy, but you will at once see by what I
shall do, how completely I sacrifice myself to do you good."

Upon this, she threw off her robe, and sprang into bed by my side.

"Oh! how nice of you, dear mamma," said I, as I took her in my arms,
and kissed her lovingly. "Feel, mamma, how much harder it is, so tell
me at once how I am to relieve it."

"Well, my dear child, we women are made to relieve such stiffnesses as
this; we possess a sheath to put it in, and then it gradually softens."

"Oh! where--where--dearest mamma, do tell me?"

She took my hand and put it down on her cunt, already quite wet with
the excitement she had been in.

"There, feel that, do you not find an opening?"

"Oh, yes, but how am I to get in there--won't it hurt you?"

"I will show you."

She turned on her back, opened her legs, and desired me to mount on her
belly, with my legs between hers, then guiding my rampant pego, and
rubbing its great head up and down the lips to moisten it, she told me
to push gently downwards, for it was so large that I would otherwise
hurt her. Playing the novice to perfection, I awkwardly but gently soon
thrust it in, up to the codpiece. She uttered an "Oh! oh!" when it was
fairly hilted; then throwing her legs over my loins, and her arms round
my waist, she begged me to move my bottom backwards and forwards,
always thrusting it in as far as I could. Three or four pushes finished
me off, in the great excitement I was under. She, too, died away with a
great convulsive sigh. I took care to cry out--

"Oh! my dear mamma--oh! stop. I am dying--I--I--am dy--dy--ing."

Her convulsive internal pressures were delicious, and quickly roused my
prick up again. She also had come to, and had glued her lips to
mine--giving her own, and then asking in return for my tongue to suck.

"Oh! what heavenly joys, my dear mamma, you did, indeed, reduce its
hardness,