46. Naked as Savages

I found Helena seated on a chaise longue in the bay window of the library watching the wind-blown clouds. I sat down beside her upon the chaise and kissed her in greeting.

My encounter with the twins had left me slightly hot-blooded and Helena drew back from the kiss, with a querying look. I had to explain why my kiss was so passionate. She laughed.

"Not that such a passionate kiss is not pleasant on a wet and blustery afternoon, but I did wonder what had caused you to be so ... er ... fiery." She smiled. "Perhaps I should allow them to 'open the show' for me again, if it arouses you so much."

"I need no encouragement when it comes to you, my love, none at all." I kissed her again.

"So, tell me," Helena said, when we had finished kissing, "What did you learn from the twins, and what did they do that so fired your passions and made my afternoon so pleasant?"

I laid out the conversation I had had with Margaret and Louise, about them moving to their own household.

"And this worries you, how?" My mother asked. "Are you afraid that as soon as they leave your sight, they will become debauched harlots with bacchanalian orgies every night?"

"A little." I conceded. "I worry that once they are allowed to govern themselves, their behaviour will open them - and the family name - to all sorts of scandal and slurs."

"And is that not a little hypercritical from the man who sleeps with his own mother and who has slept with three of his sisters whilst exposing his genitals to the other two?"

I laughed. "You're right, of course. It is."

We exchanged places on the chaise and I leaned against the back of the couch while Helena rested her arms and upper body upon my chest. I looked into her eyes, her beautiful grey eyes.

"Do you think then that they should be allowed this?" I asked.

"I think that they should at least be allowed to try. Your sisters might run wild a little at first, but I believe that they will settle down after a short while. I also believe that they are astute enough to realise what is at stake, that they can be trusted. There is a house in Sloane Square, which could be used, if you decide to allow it. We could look at it when we return to London."

She kissed me, as passionately as I had kissed her previously, then rose from my chest and walked over to the library door, which she locked with the key.

Returning to the chaise longue, Helena straddled my legs and sat upon my thigh.

"Do you think ..." She started to ask, as she unbuttoned my breeches, "Relief would be in order after the twins teased you so much?"

My exposed prick sprang up from my belly to greet her. "Oh! You do!" She exclaimed delightedly.

My mother edged up my thighs, drawing her skirts up until her bare cunny rubbed up against my aching cock. The tickle of her cunt hairs upon my prick was almost too much, and I had to stop her moving.

Helena pulled the hem of her skirt up so that she could feed me into her, as she lifted, and then lowered herself down on to my iron-hard rod. "Oh, dear Lord! You are so hard William. It fills me, it fills me completely! Oh God! Oh God!"

I tried to lower her bodice so that I could play with her breasts, but a few tugs later decided it was not possible, so I massaged them through the thin fabric and then settled my hands on her hips and helped support her as she began to pump up and down on my hard cock.

"Oh fuck, William! I could get used to this!" She laughed as she came upon me. I felt her juices soak my cock, as she fell forwards, and I held her as she caught her breath. "Just an off-hand fuck in the library," she giggled delightfully.

"What next?" My mother asked, as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Taking my bottom over the dining table? Frigging me in the sitting room?"

"Whatever you wish, mother." I said, stroking her hair. "Whatever you wish."

Helena pushed herself upwards and started a slower, more grinding fuck. There was less bounce and more just pressing herself this way and then that, stimulating us both with slower, erotic movements.

I was surprised that I lasted as long as I did, after the attention I had had with my twin sisters and now my mother, but soon I was spurting my hot jism inside her cunny. Shooting up and up and filling her most intimate place with my spend, I filled her so full that I felt it run down my cock and into my pubes.

Helena felt it too - she opened her eyes, which had been closed in passion, looking down in shock, "Gracious!" She exclaimed. "You have made a mess!"

Then she quickly tugged at the hems of her skirts to make sure that they did not get soiled by my spend. She drew herself off my prick and turning, presented her cunny to me so that I could clean her cunt lips before she let her skirts down.

That took a few minutes.

I licked her fanny thoroughly, cleaning it carefully with my tongue, chasing every drop of jism on the folds of her cunny, and the soft hairs of her mons.

Once I had thoroughly gamahuched my mother clean, she knelt beside me to suckle upon my cock as she cleaned up the rest of the mess we had made.

When I finally buttoned my flies up - again, we both lay on the chaise, embracing each other in the after-passion.

"I would be inclined to allow the twins to live away from us, if it meant that with the others married off, we would be free to fuck like this, where ever we are in the house."

"We would have to be careful not to frighten the servants off," Helena said, kissing me lightly.

"Oh! I would let them all go." I told her, "Except Barclay, I would keep him. He is nearly unflappable, nothing shocks him."

"I would need to keep Phoebe, my maid," Helena said, after some reflection, "Unless your Mr Barclay could curl my hair and help me rouge my face."

"I am sure he would do his very best." I laughed, then said, "Very well. You can keep a maid, and she and Barclay will run the house, while we run around the inside of it, naked as savages and fucking as and when we wish to."

Helena laughed at the silliness of it.

The light from the afternoon had faded and the park outside was dark.

"Go and change out of those breeches," Helena urged me, "Dress for dinner, it is formal tonight so that your sisters can practice their soup spoons."

Kissing her tenderly, I went to change.