12. Helena decides

I had expected to have a leisurely start when I woke the next day, but a loud knocking on my door interrupted that.

At my summons, Helena entered my bedroom, looking disgruntled.

"Damn you, William!" She said as she sat down upon my bed.

"Good morning mother, my love, how are you?" I asked.

"Grumpy!" was the return, though there was the hint of a smile behind her frown. "Yet again another night where I find myself awake all night because of something you have said."

"And that was?" I stroked her hand where it lay upon my bed.

"Stop that!" She said, and pulled her hand away. "We need to talk."

"Certainly mother," I climbed out of bed and went over to sit by the fire. "What is it you wish to talk about?"

Helena joined me by the fire, she sat next to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. "It is about what you said about your sisters."

"And?"

"You are right." She said, which pleased me. "I spent the night after I left you, re-living that first night with your father, over and over and over. The anxiety, the fear and - yes, damn you - the pain."

"You are right, of course you are, my daughters should not have to go through that, no woman should." She looked at me, "You have shown me how good love-making can be, and I cannot help but wish that my younger self had had that experience. So, after wrestling with my conscience all night - yes, if the girls wish it, you may - er - 'teach' them."

"Do you wish to be present, mother?" I asked.

"Me?!" She looked shocked. "Why would I want to be there?"

"Well, for a start," I told her, "I am still very much in love with you, and want to be with you at every chance that I can. But apart from that, I can only do so much. You have lived the experience, and can offer advice, share what happened to you, in a way that I cannot. You can offer hints and tips in a way that I cannot."

"So, I would be present, conversing with my daughter while you deflower her?" There was a hint of ironic humour behind the disbelief.

"If you wish. It is not an unheard-of idea." I told her, as her eyebrows shot up. "I am aware of at least one woman who was there when her daughter became a woman. She encouraged her daughter, urged her on - I believe."

'I believe'? I know she did, she was urging me on at the same time, in fact. It was Elizabeth, Lady Dorrington to whom I have already referred, and the young lady was her daughter Arabella. Once the business of Arabella's virginity was done, and Lady Elizabeth had me to her house again another evening, that time she had slid her robe de chambre off and climbed in with us. That was an incredible night, and the memory of it stirred things.

"Perhaps," I said as I embraced Helena, "We could do it another way. Perhaps the three of us could dine together, and talk, and then you could leave me and my sister. I do not wish to make any of this awkward for you, for me, for anyone." I leaned in and kissed my mother. I pulled her close to me, in part because I wanted her - there and then - but also because I would be able to tell from the way she reacted, how she viewed my proposal.

Helena laughed. "To have your cake and eat it too. You rogue!" But it was a light-hearted scolding. Helena pressed herself to me and returned my kiss eagerly. She could feel my erection beneath her, and her hand sought it out.

"Should we go somewhere more comfortable, and discuss this?" I asked between kisses. Lifting her as I stood up.

"Or we could just go to your bed ..."

"And?"

"Fuck." She whispered as I laid her upon the bed.

"You are making good progress on your profanities mother." I told her as I lifted her gown, exposing her mound and its lovely dark furred cap.

"Kiss me there William. Please? Kiss my cunny."

"For you, mummy?"

"Please?" She pleaded, "For mummy?"

I kissed her on the mouth. "Of course, mother." Then I bent down, dove between her thighs and began to feast on her lubricious quim. Jabbing my tongue up inside her, taking her plump lips between my teeth and tugging gently on them before swirling my tongue around and around her engorged clitoris.

Helena writhed in pleasure on my bed, grabbing at my head and pressing me tighter, until I felt my face washed in a spurt of her juices.

Her spend was my signal and I threw off my night shirt and knelt between her thighs naked and with my hard cock in front of her.

"For mummy?" She asked, her eyes shining in anticipation.

"For you mummy." I confirmed with a growl.

"Fuck me then," she said as she welcomed me with open arms and her thighs wide, and I plunged down onto her and slid up inside her.

"Oooh William!" She gasped, "Yes! Fuck me, fuck mummy hard."

I pumped away. My lust for my mother was amplified by the memories of Elizabeth and Arabella Dorrington and the sensations that they had combined to work upon me. Helena's hands clutched at me, her finger nails raking my back. As my body stiffened and my own spend came down, she pulled me tightly to her and we kissed, passionately open-mouthed as I came inside her.

"You have made me a new woman," Helena said quietly, as we lay still afterwards.

"I never knew such pleasures could exist," she said as she rolled to her side and lay with her head on my shoulder, her hand lying upon my chest. "It has changed me; it has changed my life. I would be a poor mother if I did not allow my daughters to know such a world existed."

"If they want the knowledge," I corrected her.

"I believe they probably will," she told me, her voice soft and full of love. "I like the idea of your intimate supper, and while I am not certain yet about being present, I will admit to not being totally opposed to it."

I kissed the top of Helena's head, and we both lay still for a few minutes before the rising tide of noise from a busy house reminded us that there were things that would require our attention and we would need to wash and dress.

"Before you go, may I tell you again how much I love you, mother?" I asked her.

Helena looked at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You may." She said, "And I shall give you frequent and plentiful opportunities to do so in the future. In fact, I shall require it, if I am to share you with other women. I'll have you know that I am a very jealous woman."

At that point she laughed. "I wasn't jealous before, you know William? Then you took me to bed and showed me your new world. Damn you, you wonderful charming rogue."

The smile I wore when my mother left lasted all day.

That smile was made broader when I found that the chestnut mare had been brought to Rogeringham. Despite her long journey she was moving much more easily, and a rest in the country would have her fit as a fiddle by the spring.