r, for the doctor may hear you,
you may come in, and if you turn your back, I will warm you."

Harry lost no time in lying down by her side, and being really very
cold, and even shivering, he was glad enough to do as she bid him, and
turn his back, and cuddle his bottom into his mother's belly. She said--

"Poor boy, he is indeed cold, now go to sleep in mamma's arms."

Of course, he had no such intentions. Speedily getting warm, he turned
his face to mamma, and whispered, in the same tone she used--

"Oh, how I love my beautiful mamma."

Pressing his belly against hers, and letting her feel his prick
standing against her mons Veneris.

"Harry! What do you mean by embracing me in that way--don't you know I
am your mother, sir?"

He had seized with one hand her beautiful firm bubbies, and was
evidently in full amorous excitement, as she could feel by the stiff
pego pushing against her mount of Venus.

"My darling mamma, if you knew how much I love you and how I have
longed to embrace your beautiful body."

"Go along, you impudent boy, do you not know it would be sinful to
indulge in such sentiments with your mother-leave me directly."

"Oh, no, mamma, I can't, indeed, my own mamma. I mean to possess you,
what harm can there be in returning to whence I came."

Here he transferred his hand from her bubby to her splendid mons
Veneris, and showed what his words meant. She pretended to be very
angry, and endeavoured to push him away, but he held her round the
waist with his other arm too well.

"Desist this instant, or I shall cry out."

She really appeared very angry but, nevertheless, did not excite a
whisper during all the colloquy before or after. Harry now thought of
his best argument.

"Why do you attempt to repulse me in this way, dear mamma? Why should
you not let me enjoy your person as much as you like Charlie to do it?"

She gave a start at this home thrust.

"What do you say, you naughty boy? and where did you hear such a
falsehood as that? is that one of your friend Charlie's inventions,
after all the kindness I have shown him?"

"My darling mamma, Charlie never opened his lips to me on the subject.
I speak from what I saw with my own eyes."

"What do you mean? Tell me directly."

"Well, my loved mamma, do you remember the first Saturday night that
Charlie and I slept at home: after retiring to my room, I was obliged
to go downstairs to the water closet, where I went in my stockings, and
w