76. Helena, Elizabeth and bathing

Once we had returned to Rogeringham House, I asked for a light supper for Helena and I, in my room, which we ate naked in bed. It felt quite decadent, to have the dishes on trays on the bed before us, and at one point some drops of a sauce from one of the meat dishes dropped onto Helena's breast. It was too good an opportunity to miss, and I bent my head and licked it off. Of course, I could have simply scooped the sauce off with my tongue, but instead, I spread the sauce about, even applying some to her near-by nipple, before I cleaned the upper surface of her breast.

Helena laughed and shivered as I did it, but it was clear that she enjoyed it immensely because no sooner had I finished with her right breast, than she deliberately smeared some sauce upon her other breast.

"Minx!" I laughed, before applying myself to that task, only to find that Helena had a finger full of the creamy sauce and was smearing it over her nude mons and upper quim.

This was going to descend into messiness, so I removed the trays and glasses to the table and pinned my mother to the bed, placing myself over her in the soixante-neuf position. Helena reached up and guided my hips down towards her face, while I lowered my head down and began to clean up the mess on her cunny.

It wasn't long before the cleaning was done, no time at all in fact, and soon we were quite involved in mutual frigging, licking and sucking. The creamy taste of the sauce that Helena had smeared on herself, had been replaced by another cream, a different, more piquant tasting sauce that flooded my tongue as she arched her hips up to my mouth. She pressed upwards as I bent my head down. Her cums were little ones, but no less intense for that, each jerk of her hips, each pulse of her thighs drove me on to give her more, more, more.

And so, it continued, Helena came and came and came again, until she begged me to stop, all the while continuing with her hand to frig my cock or fondle my pills, or even penetrate my arse with her finger.

When my spend did come down, I drenched her face beneath me, literally dousing her with ropes of jism, that wound across her nose and lips and cheeks.

Helena sputtered, coughing as some of the spend fell into her mouth.

"Oh William!" She laughed, "You have made such a mess!"

I moved to lie beside her and with a sigh of resignation, continued my task of cleaning her. "It is you that is the messy one, mother." I told her between licks. "I have spent the best part of the last hour cleaning you up!" I continued to clean my mother's face by scooping up jism on my tongue and feeding it to her welcoming mouth.

"But it has been enjoyable, hasn't it?" She giggled. "I do not believe I have come as much as that before."

Helena pulled me to her, clutching me tightly. "I do so love you, William," then she paused and looked at me, "Just in case you ever wonder," She advised. "I would not want you to think otherwise."

"Your love always has been, and it always will be, the pillar upon which my life is built." I told her.

Helena threw herself on me again, almost smothering me with the fierce passion of her embrace.

After that we lay for a while. I took a cloth off the wash stand and wiped us both down, "I am thinking," I told her, "Of commissioning a bath house, such as Elizabeth has."

"Here?" Helena asked, meaning here in the London house.

"I thought perhaps at Rogeringham Hall, but we could look at some sort of accommodation here as well." I added.

She nodded, "I was most taken with the arrangement, I used the steam room at Elizabeth's house several times." Helena paused, staring into the space above her, as if re-living a memory. A half smile lingered on her lips.

"As well as a more satisfying way of taking a bath," I said, "The possibilities of such a facility are quite interesting."

Helena's half smile broke out into a fully blown lascivious grin. "They are indeed." She agreed.

"You and Elizabeth have become quite firm friends." I noted.

"Yes." She agreed, "We have, which surprised me."

"How so?"

"When you first mentioned her, and I encountered her at the ball, I thought she might be a rival for your affections." Helena held up her hand as I went to answer her. "Don't forget how jealous I am," She reminded me. "But I did feel that way, I believed Elizabeth to be a competitor, but the more I learnt about her and her philosophy, I realised that she was not.

"Elizabeth made love to you, but she told me that that was the end of it. Not only did she recognise that you are devoted to someone else, but she does not want to be involved with anyone in the long-term anymore." Helena laughed, "She said that as far she is concerned, it is now 'find them, fuck them and then forget them'."

I got up and poured a glass of wine for her.

My mother gave a huge sigh, surprising in that it seemed to come from nowhere. "Your father did not only isolate your sisters, you know? He isolated me as well - I had no friends, no one to confide in. Oh, I had your sisters, and I have you, but I missed having a woman of my own age to talk to. It was nice to have Emily Dodgson to talk to, but she has her own life to live. And anyway, I feared to let her be too involved in our lives. If she had discovered our relationship, who knows how she would have felt. I worried that she might have had a breakdown. So, Elizabeth has become the friend I needed, a friend who is also my confidante."

I nodded.

"She and I shared so much this last week, we talked about many things. There is much that we agree on, and there are things that we do not - but we can respect each other's views. The chief thing," Helena went on, "Is that she understands me and does not judge, and I feel the same about her."

"And Arabella?" I asked.

"That was harder to come to terms with," she said, "She is everything that you advertised her to be - young, attractive, intelligent, sensual and willingly adventurous. Oh, I did see her as an issue at first, but there are times when we must over-ride our fears, and consider the future, and in this case, succession is my main concern. That was what decided me that we should proceed. That and the fact that Arabella is wonderfully amiable. I found that the more that she and I became acquainted, the more that I liked her, and that has made the resolution to that situation easier than I thought it would be."

"So, your mind is at rest, then?" I asked.

"Oh, I suppose I will always worry about something," she laughed, "Raise five daughters and have a son who is away fighting in a war and there is always some spectre of doubt lurking somewhere in your mind. But for now, I am content."

And with that Helena lay back upon the bed, resting on her elbows. She parted her legs invitingly, and looked me with a girlish smile, "Come to bed, William, I need your cock filling me."

Well, I suppose that when it is put like that it would be churlish to make a lady wait.

After I had done my duties, and Helena and I were sitting on the couch by the fireplace, drinking a very pleasant rioja, and sharing some sobranie tobacco in the churchwarden pipe that she had given me for Christmas.

"Elizabeth has a very fine pipe," she said, "It was made in China, and has a long, straight, black stem, and a tiny silver bowl. It makes her look very exotic when she uses it."

"She uses it as if it were a prop in a theatre, or a portrait?" I suggested.

Helena nodded, "Yes! Yes, she does," She laughed.

"Elizabeth does it with everything; a pipe, a glass, a carriage, even another person," I laughed, "We are all props, in the portrait of her life."

Helena looked at me, "Is that a bad thing?" she asked.

"It is neither good nor bad, simply the way she is, as much a part of her as her skin or her hair." I laughed.

"Did you both share the pipe?" I asked. Our "intermissions" between our bouts of love-making had become dear to me, as we talked I was privileged to see a totally different Helena - my Venus of the bed chamber - and while we talked, I learnt more about my mother and she about me.

"I did!" She laughed, "I introduced her to this." Helena waved the pipe to encompass the pair of us, "Sitting and talking, though Elizabeth preferred to drink chocolate at night rather than wine, or rum. She says it feels better in her stomach."

"You slept with her each night?"

"Yes." Helena replied. "We would sit and talk for hours, long into the evening, - we had broken down any barriers on that second night - so it seemed natural to sleep in the same bed. Most of the time we just slept, but sometimes we would indulge with each other." Helena broke off with a sly smile, as if she was recalling something to her memory.

"It was very interesting," she said, "Some nights Abigail would join us, but she never stayed the night. I learnt a great deal of what pleasures a woman's body can offer."

Helena placed the pipe down, and drank the remainder from her glass. "Now come back to bed, I just want to sleep with you 'til dawn and be loved."

"It will be my greatest pleasure, my love," I told her as we climbed into bed again.