A Loving Son 1

The First Night

The house was always cold, this time of the year, Albert thought. It wasn't always the weather, though, it was his father. Father never stayed long, even post Yuletide. Once the New Year was entered, he would return to the City, to his business. I suppose that is what it takes to be a successful businessman, but it is not helpful to the family of the businessman. For himself, there was still a week before he had to leave for Oxford, his second term there, Hilary, it is called.

He heard his younger sister stamping down the stairs, in a bad mood- again. It seems that Miss Hargreaves can't keep control of Winifred any more, since she is now thirteen.

"What on earth is the matter, Winnie?"

"Mother just told me I am enrolled at the Cheltenham Ladies College," Winnie replied, "And I am going to be boarding with Aunt Lillian for the whole year!"

"Really? Oh that is excellent news!"

"Excellent? How could that be excellent?"

"Mother really thinks you have the potential to do well at University level. So I wouldn't be too upset," Albert offered, "Otherwise she would keep you here with Miss Hargreaves."

"What?" Winnie was surprised, "Me? At Oxford?"

"Oh, not at Oxford, but there are other opportunities, perhaps even the London School of Medicine for Women," Albert went on, "Be a lot of very hard work, studying to get accepted there, perhaps I can help you?"

"If you're in Oxford, and I'm in London, you won't be able to travel that often."

"Of course I can. The train takes about an hour and a half, and doesn't cost much. I can come down on Friday evenings and return Monday mornings."

"But your own studies?"

"Oh, what Miss Hargreaves has taught us makes the work I am doing easy. You would likely find it as easy as I have, so far."

"But then if I'm in London, there is no need for Miss Hargreaves to be here at all," Winnie said, "Mother will let her go!"

"Ah, now I see," Albert said, not unkindly, "Miss Hargreaves has been mine, then our, governess and teacher forever. She is practically part of the furniture." Winnie nodded, "But don't worry. I overheard part of a conversation between Mother and Miss Hargreaves that now makes sense."

"What makes sense?"

"Mother was saying that she was not going to be left here alone, that Miss Hargreaves can stay," Albert said, "They went quiet when they saw me close by, and I said nothing. So no, Miss Hargreaves won't be leaving us, she will be staying as Mother's companion while Father is working, I assume."

Albert saw a look of relief pass over Winnie's face, "She is my favorite person, other than you."

Albert smiled, "I feel the same way, Winnie." And he did, the fraternal relationship was strong, ever since she was a baby. They had done a lot of things together, from playing in the yard to picking blackberries, from learning to ride, to marveling at the wonder of the newly connected electricity and telephone systems. Life was moving them on now, and while it was not difficult, he found that he missed her wide eyed wonder at the world around her when he was at University. Her turn will come, he thought.

The day passed like other days, meals, talking with each other, servants, the groundsmen. To Albert, these things were, well, bluntly, not like they used to be. He missed his fellow students, and was eager to get back to his studies. All the assignments he had at the end of Michaelmas were completed, and where he was a little short on information, he was able to purchase books for his home library. Father did not begrudge his spending of money for books.With the books he had borrowed from the Bodleian, he was sure to do well this coming term.

Night came, the house quietened as Winnie went to bed, then Albert. He read for a while, Charles Darwin was fascinating, and trying to follow the argument over the creation of the Earth was a complex labyrinth of outright and obvious falsehoods, to arcane mysteries, to obscure science. Albert knew it was science that would win in the end, just he hoped it was in his lifetime. Turning his electric lamp off, Albert went to sleep quickly.

A rush of emotions woke Albert, quickly, totally, his body shaking slightly. Albert thought it may have been a clap of thunder, or some other noise, but the house seemed quiet. Getting out of bed, he put his slippers on, a gown and went out of his room, into the hallway. There were some loose boards but Albert knew he could easily avoid them, he certainly didn't want to wake Mother, but Winnie wouldn't hear him moving around.

The hall was partly lit, unusual, thought Albert, then he noted that Mother hadn't shut the door of her bedroom, at the end of the corridor. Properly, he Ignored it, He went down stairs to get a drink, It was cool, but the cast iron stove, even banked, was enough to warm the kitchen, if not the house. He took a biscuit that Cook had made earlier today and sat with a cup of tea he had made. Finishing it, Albert made his way to the back, using the flushing toilet there, and after, went back to his room.

As he made his way to his room, he heard a voice, coming from mother's room. No, not a voice, but a sound, an ascending sound then a series of moans and a squeal. Albert rushed to his mother's room and pushed the door open, expecting to see his mother being assailed.

What he saw immobilized him. Miss Hargreaves was naked. On mother's big bed, on her back, her legs spread, with a very naked mother lying between those legs with her face buried into the junction of Miss Hargreaves' legs. Miss Hargreaves opened her eyes at Albert's intrusion and Mother, who must have heard him, jumped up, facing Albert.

Albert could not help but notice the curve of Mother's breasts, how they swayed with her movement. Her face was frozen in shock and horror. Miss Hargreaves looked at Albert, coolly saying, "You do understand it's rude to invade a woman's boudoir without invitation, Albert?"

Albert blinked, the tableau before him, overwhelming him. Two, not one, but two naked women, one his Mother! "Well, answer me!" Miss Hargreaves said in her normal demanding tutor voice.

Albert shook his head, swallowed, and replied, "Yes, Miss Hargreaves."

"Good, well come in, close the door behind you, we don't want your sister wakened!" She demanded. Without thinking, still shocked, Albert closed the door behind him and stepped further into the room. Albert was shivering, but not from cold, his stomach grew empty, shivering in excitement.

Mother had moved to cover herself. Miss Hargreaves stopped her. "Wait, Cathryn," she said gently, "Too late, he has already seen us, but this may help you."

Albert had never heard Miss Hargreaves speak like that to anyone before. So different to her usual no nonsense, open manner. This was-, was loving, if Albert could apply the word to Miss Hargreaves. It was her honesty, her lack of pretension, her never treating them like children but as maturing adults that Albert and Winnie loved about Miss Hargreaves. She is the only adult in their lives who wasn't, ever, telling them lies about one thing or another.

"Albert," Miss Hargreaves said in that same gentle voice, "What did you see?"

"I- I- I-," he stumbled.

"What can you see, Albert?" she demanded.

"I see-" Albert stopped, swallowed, knowing that Miss Hargreaves was demanding complete honesty from him. "I saw- see two women, naked, on a bed."

"And would you like to see more?"

"Melba-" Mother started, but was cut short by Miss Hargreaves.

"Let us work this out, please, Cathryn," she said, "Albert, would you like to see more?"

Albert stood completely still, nodding, not trusting his voice.

"You know about Oscar Wilde," Miss Hargreaves said, knowing Albert did as his trial did come up in conversation for years after. "And his relationship with another man." A statement, not a question, Albert nodded. "Similar things apply to women as well. Some women have no interest in being married or having children, they prefer to spend their time with other women."

Albert moved and took a breath, "This would be axiomatic, I would have thought." His logical brain had responded without much thought at all.

"Very good," Miss Hargreaves said like she would have if he had answered a mathematics question. "What you may not realize though is that there exists also men and women who hold no particular preference and can be with either."

Albert lifted an eyebrow, what he does when confronted with something new, Miss Hargreaves saw.

"How does seeing us here, naked, obviously engaging in sexual activity make you feel, Albert?" Changing the subject.

"I-I- don't know! Confused!"

"Yes, I would have thought so. But you do know what happens between a man and a maiden?"

Albert nodded, "I think so, like a stallion and a mare, a bull and a cow." Albert had seen these things in the open fields around the estate so it wasn't entirely unfamiliar. So far though, he hadn't experienced it himself, despite being invited to a pleasure house in Oxford last term. He couldn't go, he told himself, Father had warned him of such things.

"Yes it is not quite the same, but it is similar. Between a man and a woman, or two women, or two men, it is different. You haven't had this experience yet, yourself?"

"No." Albert wasn't going to lie now, and perhaps... he couldn't finish the thought.

"I see that you have some feeling then."

Albert blinked, confused. Then realized where Miss Hargreaves was looking. He moved his hands and Miss Hargreaves said, "Oh no, Albert, do not be ashamed of your feelings. Come closer." He stepped forward, automatically, without thought, following her order. He nearly stepped back again, but stayed. "I mean, come closer to us, Albert." Albert hesitated, then stepped forward, stopping again. "Look Cathryn, hasn't Albert grown into a fine young man."

"What are you doing Melba?"

"I am expressing my curiosity, that's all. Closer Albert."

"Are you going to-"

"Possibly, but that will be up to Albert, I think. Closer still Albert, I want you to look at us. Tell me what do you see?"

This Miss Hargreaves he understood. They would quite often go out into the surrounding fields at different times of the year and her two charges would have to describe in detail what they saw. This was one of the most fascinating exercises in her classes, Albert thought, because he would always miss things, until he learned to look, to really look.

"I see two women, on a large bed, with a cast iron frame. The sheets are white with an eider quilt. The two women are naked. I see their bosoms, their bodies like I have never seen a woman before." Albert paused, took a deep breath and began to describe the flowing of their bodies, the tufts of hair across the junction of their thighs, the smooth pale skin of their torsos. He saw lines around Mother's breast, sagging and some silver lines around her torso. He kept his eyes on them, and for a few minutes, describe exactly what he saw.

"Very good, Albert. The lines you see on Mother are the signs of childbearing Albert. You and your sister both contributed to them." Miss Hargreaves said, "Now tell me, would you like to be naked too?" Miss Hargreaves got off the bed and stepped closer to Albert.

Albert felt a rush of blood to his face, He can't remember being naked in front of anyone, not even at college. He would wash in his room, bathing once per week, as the House rules required. He took a gasp of breath as she stood in front of him, her bosom proudly thrust out, with two darker pink knobs poking upwards.

Miss Hargreaves reached out and untied the belt of his gown. Albert was frozen, emotional and physical turmoil rushed through him with an intensity that he had never felt before. He felt the gown open and Miss Hargreaves pushed it off his shoulder. "Tell me Albert, how do you feel?"

Albert was speechless, his breath raspy in his ear. He felt his manhood so hard, it had never been this hard before. "Scared!" he finally said.

Miss Hargreaves smiled, "Very good, Albert, your honesty has always been your most endearing quality." She reached up to his face, and cupped his cheek, "You have no need to be scared any more, because tonight you will understand what being a man is really about."

"Melba! No!" Cathryn said.

"Yes, my love. He must learn sometime, and surely, you would not want his bride, whomever she may be, to go through the same experience you did on your wedding night?"

"It's a sin!"

"Any greater a sin for us loving each other? No, it is love and no love is ever sinful. Stand still." Miss Hargreaves didn't take her eyes off Albert's eyes. She reached down and caressed the lump that had formed under Albert's pajamas, "Oh, and he is certainly ready to learn a lot, Cathryn."

Leaning forward, Miss Hargreaves opened the buttons of his top, pushed it off his shoulder. She undid the tie string of his pajama pants and let them fall. Albert's cock jumped to full attention. Taking his hand, Miss Hargreaves led him to the bed and turning to face him, she took his dick in hand and gently rubbed it. Albert was overcome with emotion, with feelings emanating from his cock that he had never experienced before.

Albert had erections before, had even stroked his prong, but had never done so for long. He knew other boys did, but he did not want to bear the mark of Onan, but this, this was something different.

"Come Cathryn, feel the touch of your son."

"I can't!" Cathryn pleaded.

"Of course you can," Miss Hargreaves said, "We can, neither of us, get with child, so who would ever know?"

"I would!"

"Then watch! It should be you, but see how I turn your son into a man."

Albert had some thoughts as to what she meant, but with no experience he did not know what to expect. The excitement in the pit of his stomach was strong, filling him with an energy he didn't know he had.

"There are many ways to pleasure someone Albert, this is one," Miss Hargreaves said as she took his phallus in hand and rubbed up and down. "Then there is another way, but for that, you will have to lie on the bed, on your back." Miss Hargreaves held his prong and sidestepped, forcing Albert to move in the opposite direction. When his back was to the bed, she eased him backward until he felt the back of his knees touching the bed. Miss Hargreaves pushed his shoulder gently so he sat down, pushed again easing him onto his back. Miss Hargreaves did not let go of his cock as he felt her climb onto the bed, next to him. "Here is yet another way, Albert."

To his surprise, he saw Miss Hargreaves' head lower itself and felt her lips touching his hardened tool. He gasped at the sensations he was receiving. The heat of her mouth, the moisture as she allowed her mouth to engulf him. He felt her tongue lapping at the knob and sliding up and down on it. This was nothing like anything he had ever experienced before. This was some other worldly feeling, intense and seeming to drive his physical sense higher and higher. Suddenly, Miss Hargreaves lifted off his rampant horn and said, "Oh no, Albert, you need to wait a little yet."

Albert had no idea what she was talking about. Wait? Wait for what? The intense feelings he was experiencing lessened and his breathing started to return closer to normal.

"Come Cathryn, you can suck him. You may even have him shooting in your mouth."

This was a different voice than Albert had ever heard before, it wasn't commanding, but it wasn't going to accept any resistance from Mother. He knew what this kind of shooting was, he had seen a young stallion get over eager and shoot white goo from the end of his huge prong, and from what he had heard at College, men did too.

"I can't!" Mother replied.

"Of course you can. I know you have never had another man in your life, and we both know that I am a diversion for you. Your main preference will always be a man, and you would never go out to find one. Even though-" Miss Hargreaves stopped, then continued, "Albert is perfect. You cannot bear another child, you have no man in your life, and Albert is readily available, when he is at home of course." Miss Hargreaves stopped, waiting for a reply. None was forthcoming, she continued, "With Albert you will never experience the embarrassment of being publicly exposed, for no-one would ever consider that you were enjoying his pleasure. You have a ready excuse for his being in the house. Not even-" she stopped again. "Come, Cathryn, take him. Let him know you."

Cathryn seemed to be watching Albert, his action, the way the Melba held his manhood upright. She had pulled the flesh of his foreskin back exposing the purple knob, much larger than the only such penis she had ever seen. Her husband, Albert's father, was certainly not as large in this area as Albert is. "He tastes divine, Cathryn. Come, have him."

Cathryn's body moved, seemingly without volition, it told her what it wanted. She reached out to touch Albert's skin and felt a tiny shock, not of being repelled, but of magnetic like attraction. Her fingers slid over his lower torso and across his pubic patch. She felt the soft/hard silkiness of his erect manhood, taking it in hand as Melba relinquished it. She ran her hand up and down, just as Melba had done and it felt wonderful. Her body reacted, her breath shortened, her nipples hardened and she could feel her vulva swelling in anticipation. She was lost.

Leaning down, she took his prong into her mouth. She had never done that with her husband, Cathryn had only done it with the carved ivory cock that Melba had purchased from a lady friend of her's that had returned from China. Melba had insisted that one day she would do this to a real cock, but Cathryn never imagined it would have been her own son she would be suckling on. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue wiping over the ridge of his knob, it felt right to be pleasuring a man like this, something she had never considered before.

She felt Albert moving under her mouth, a hand grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. She heard him cry out and her mouth was filled with his fluid. She didn't know what to do but the hand held her there. Forcing up against the hand was no use. Cathryn opened her mouth but heard, "Swallow!" from Melba. She tried but another gush of fluid entered her mouth, and again. Cathryn felt she was going to choke, but lifted her head, holding just the knob of Albert's cock in her lips, she was able to swallow. She took a quick breath, to feel another gush of fluid from Albert's cock fill her mouth again.

Melba pulled Cathryn's shoulders upward, gathering Cathryn in her arms, across Albert's body, and kissed her. Melba's tongue explored Cathryn's mouth, seeking as much of Albert's juice as it could find. When they broke apart, Melba simply moaned and licked her lips.

"That was very nice, Cathryn," she said, "Watching you suckle him was so exciting. Come taste me!"

Albert was still feeling the highly exciting sweep of emotions through his body. He was awash with sensations he had never experienced before. He felt so alive, yet he also felt so exhausted. He felt so weakened, but so strong. How was this possible? he thought. He felt movement around him and saw Miss Hastings arranging herself on her back, her legs spread. He watched Mother move away from him, slide off the bed and lower her face onto the patch of hair between Miss Hargreaves thighs.

Miss Hargreaves began moaning, and cooing and ahhing, she moved her hips, in a rhythm with something that Albert could not see. Remembering his own experience, he thought it likely it was Mother's tongue. Albert tried to remember what he saw under that hair, but it was too vague. too far away, a pink slash, he thought but without detail.

Miss Hargreaves motioned to Albert to move to come up to her so he did. She took his head and held it, bringing it to her face, kissing him like she had never done before. "Please, suckle on my bosom, Albert, like a baby would."