After luncheon, the Honourable James Fortescue-Browne drove the Bentley around to the main entrance himself. His mother, Lady Alicia was already waiting for him. Not for the first time James thought how elegant she looked. He knew she was 52 yrs old but looked to be in her late thirties at the most. Today she was dressed in a beautifully tailored tweed suit as befitted one attending the horse sales.
James, having alighted from the car, opened the passenger door for is mother and as she swung her legs around, her skirt momentarily caught on the seat adjustment handle and the hem slid up her thighs. Before Alicia smoothed her skirt back down to her knees James eyes took in the fact that his mother was wearing stockings. This fact surprised him a little as he supposed ladies of her age would be wearing pantyhose.
Sliding behind the wheel James asked his mother if she was sure that she wanted to attend the sales.
"Yes, darling, I know your father usually attends the sales, but I am quite sure that you have now assimilated enough knowledge not to let me be sold an old hack and quite frankly I think it is time I went to a sale. Your mother-in-law frequently attends, does she not? Will she be there today?" Alicia asked.
"No, there is some kind of mothers and daughters thing at Joanne's old school so Lady Margaret and Joanne are going along and Joanne's sister Jemima attends St Cecilias now you know, so it's female family day. In fact dear mama, you have me all to yourself until this evening."
Forty minutes later James turned off the road into the bloodstock centre and parked by the sales stalls. Lady Alicia knew exactly what she wanted and quite surprisingly it took only a short while to find such a horse and for James to agree it looked a good buy but warned her not to spend more than ten thousand guineas on it at auction. The sale for the horse which interested them was to take place at 4.30 and as it was still only 2.30 they both decided to look around.
Lady Alicia noticed a small group of people making their way over to what appeared to be an enclosed courtyard by the side of a barn and asked her son if he knew what was so interesting.
"Oh nothing to interest you mother. It will be one of the bloodstock mares being brought out for General Binghampton's stallion Satan. You know, to be covered."
"Oh come on James, can anyone attend?
"No but I do have the authorisation but are you sure, I would not wish you to be embarrassed, you do know what being covered means, don't you?"
Lady Alicia smiled at her son mischievously. " Of course I do, but for once I would like to see it but if it embarrasses you to have your mother watch what is only a natural act after all, well...?"
Seeing that his mother had made up her mind, James lead her over to the entrance of the enclosed courtyard. One of the officials on duty recognised him and they were admitted to the gallery surrounding the courtyard.
The mare was tethered in the centre of the courtyard and from her demeanour she appeared to know the reason. She skittered and shimmied making it difficult for the man holding her. Suddenly her skittishness increased as a beautiful black stallion was lead into the enclosure. The stallions head was back as if he was searching with his nose for a known aroma. He obviously caught the aroma of the mare in season. His ears went back and the lad holding his head had no problem leading him over to the tethered mare. The stallion sniffed at her hindquarters and the mare increased her shaking and jumping but the stallion moved closer obviously inflamed by the smell of the mare.
Lady Alicia gripped James arm. "Oh my God James, look" she hissed. As they watched a long thick black hoselike penis appeared to lower itself from the stallions body. It continued to grow in length and harden a pink portion of the penis then came into view but the end was jet black.
"Oh my God James, just look at the size of that prick, its huge" his mother whispered. The horses cock stiffened along its belly as it reared up ready to mount the mare.
His mothers next words left James wondering if it was the sight of the horse mounting the mare or her words that gave him an instant 'hard on'. He had certainly never heard his mother use such language. Lady Alicia, Countess of Bellingham, formerly the Honourable Alicia Boggs-Norton, who on marrying the Honourable Sir Charles Fortescue-Browne, heir to the family title, Earl of Bellingham later became a Countess. A lady educated at Roedean School for Girls in Sussex then on to one of the best Finishing Schools for young ladies in Switzerland.