Emily followed her mother into her bedroom where they sat in the bay window, Emily in
a window seat and Mrs Armstrong in the throne-like armchair, which she used to keep a watchful eye
on the neighbourhood. Emily was frightened, her throat dry, because of the formality with which her
mother had ordered her upstairs. "Please, Mommy," she said. "I don't know what I've done, but I'm
still very sore." "You have been talking to Dr Mappamundi." Mrs Armstrong said. "Please, Mommy,"
Emily begged, "I don't listen to everything she says" "Now you are lying as well, Emily." "Mommy,
please" "And do you think you know something you shouldn't, Emily?" Emily felt her face blush a
furious red. "When your father died, Emily, I could have had almost any man I chose . You know that
- I still could. But what did I do? I renounced all personal pleasure in order to bring you and
your sister up properly. Is that not so, Emily?" "Yes, Mommy." "You have no right whatever to
discuss your mother behind her back, Emily, is that clear?" "Of course, Mommy." Mrs Armstrong
crossed her shapely legs with magisterial calm and looked disapprovingly at a tiny piece of lint
she picked from her skirt.. "You are well aware there are major financial considerations involved,"
she said. "I'm sorry I ever let your sister marry that idiot husband of hers who cannot even
control her. I do not think I can consent to your marrying at present- certainly not within the
terms of my will at any rate.." "Oh, Mommy, really." "You are a pleasant child, Emily, but you are
not pretty. Anyone who married you would be doing so for your inheritance. I don't want you to fall
prey to fortune hunters." "Whatever you want, Mommy,." " Do you love me, Emily?" "Of course,
Mommy." "Have I been harsh with you?" "I deserved it, Mommy, I'm sure I did." "Have I failed you in
any way?" "No, Mommy, but..." "Come along, Emily, don't hesitate to point out my shortcomings."
"You have no shortcomings, Mommy. It's just that always when I kissed you goodnight, I... I wished
you'd put your arms around me - you never hold me. I was never close to you.. except when..." "You
know what an orgasm is, Emily?" "I'm not...well, yes, I suppose so," Emily said warily. "Have you
ever had one while being spanked?" "Only very little ones, Mommy," Emily said, terrified to lie. If
only she could throw herself on her knees and beg her mother's pardon. Emily's mother rose and,
motioning Emily to stand, astonished her by taking her in her arms. Emily was enchanted at the
softness of her mother's belly and breasts against her, the rasp of her rough tweed skirt against
her knees. The adored arms of the mother she had always desperately sought to please enclosed her
in warm security. She placed her arms circumspectly around her mother's waist and waited for a
further indication of how much affection would be shown. Mrs Armstrong then released her and
glanced at her watch. Then she stepped down into the main part of the room and, standing by the
bed, she unzipped the top of her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing plain white satin
panties, and a matching garter belt with narrow straps supported her tan stockings. Her figure was
far from perfect. She had a prominent pubis and there was a small, muscular depression around her
navel in the soft pumpkin squash of her belly and the narrow underwear straps were etched into her
hips and meaty thighs. Only her breasts, when she slipped off her blouse, seemed depersonalised and
almost formal in her expensive matching bra. Again she reached out her arms to Emily. Emily
revelled again in her mother's embrace, the glorious intimacy of her body. But why had her mother
taken off her clothes? And why had she, Emily, placed her hands on the satiny cheeks of her
mother's buttocks and not been violently reprimanded for it? Her mother was giving off a strong,
feral scent, a rank musk from her armpits and lower body. Her heavy earring grazed Emily's cheek.
"Please don't hurt me, Mommy," Emily pleaded as her mother gently removed her dress and brassiere
and led her to the bed. Mrs Armstrong released her own her breasts from the pale chalices of her
brassiere and bent to release her stockings, then stripped off her garter-belt with a sigh of
satisfaction. She removed her bracelets and heavy earrings, dropping them on the bedside table,
then lay down beside Emily, taking her in her soft arms. Emily's skin prickled at the intimacy,
almost too much to bear after so long without a caress from her mother. They lay side by side and,
though Emily several times felt the urge to fondle and nestle closer to her mother, the older woman
insisted she remain completely still, so that, after about twenty minutes she felt herself swooning
into the most delicious languor she had ever known. Yet the parts of her body not within the older
woman's touch were unbearably sensitive and cried out for union.

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 Mrs Armstrong then gave a deep
sigh of satisfaction and began to remove Emily's panties, then rolled her on her back in the middle
of the bed. Emily felt herself being mounted so that the soft warm squash of her mother's belly
pressed down on hers, and her own tiny mound and pubic hair became fused in her mother's moist and
swollen sheath and the dark prickle of the coarse hairs of the older woman.. Mrs Armstrong then
hooked her feet over Emily's ankles and held her wrists behind her head with one hand. Then, when
she had her prize fully secured under her, she reached up with her free hand to hook the plain
cotton panties on the brass post of the bed where they hung limply above Emily's head like a flag
of surrender. Emily felt her mother's fingers on her mouth, probing, then a nipple forced against
her lips and tongue. . Her mother guided Emily's jaw so that her tongue was circling the nipple,
wetting it and caressing it eagerly. Emily was rewarded with a faint groan of satisfaction. Mrs
Armstrong sighed when Emily seemed to tire of her task and grunted with pleasure when the adoration
of her swollen breast continued to her satisfaction. Emily was made transfer her attentions to the
other breast and her mother lay with her thumbs resting on Emily's closed eyelids and her long
fingers probing her ears as though she were invading and taking posession of every one of Emily's
senses. Mrs Armstrong then began touching Emily's lips with tiny, dry, pecking kisses. Emily opened
her eyes to see that the aureoles of the nipples had swollen to cover as much of the breasts as she
could see. Trapped between her mother's thighs, Emily desired nothing but to obey. Ten minutes
later, when both breasts were equally engorged and slippery, Emily said, "Can we rest for a moment,
Mommy?" "No, Emily," Mrs Armstrong said testily. "If I just wanted a little quick pleasure don't
you think I could have managed quite well enough on my own? You must learn to be a little more
considerate." Mrs Armstrong began to rock gently to and fro, her belly pressing heavily on Emily's
She directed Emily to start kissing her on the neck and throat, All this time Emily was held in a
tight embrace in her mother's arms and she took it as perfectly natural that her mother did not
otherwise caress her. To be held in her arms, to know she would never be thrashed again was more
than enough. Emily had not expected to gain anything more that a feeling of loving intimacy from
their encounter nor was she sure that her mother, whatever her own predilections, would altogether
approve if Emily showed any pleasure. Emily knew she was being used cavalierly and that her
mother's experience must have been provided by the string of carefully chosen foreign maids, none
of whom had ever seemed to last very long. There had been a few scenes, nothing as bad as with Dr
Mappamundi and most left with new clothes and luggage and satisfied smiles on their faces and, no
doubt, a substantial severance payment. How bitter for Dr Mappamundi to become merely the latest of
these! Emily began to feel the first fluttering of real desire as her mother, who perhaps now felt
herself sufficiently aroused, began to move her pelvis against the body beneath her, slowly and
voluptuously at first, pressing Emily down by the shoulders so that Emily shyly grasped her around
the waist. Mrs Armstrong gradually increased the pace of her rhythm, so gradually, so utterly at
her own pleasure, that it was almost five minutes before she stiffened to a canter, at first
effortlessly riding the helpless girl between her legs, then, without warning, beginning to bear
down violently, grinding her into the depths of the bed, so furiously that their teeth almost
clashed as Emily tried to rear to up to kiss the woman she had now been brought to adore. But Mrs
Armstrong did not even see Emily, her eyes were sunk back in her head as she fought towards her
orgasm, gasping hoarsely and unashamedly as she thrashed up on down on the girl beneath her, as
though intent on conquering her in mortal combat. Emily remembered what Dr Mappamundi had said and
felt her own orgasm approaching. Mrs Armstrong was struggling now, frantic for release, her gasping
intakes of breath becoming quicker and quicker. Emily almost fainted in passionate surrender and
had a long, gently fluttering orgasm as Mrs Armstrong began to gasp hoarsely, then pulled herself
up to straddle Emily fully, throwing herself forward to lean on the pillow leaving Emily's face
buried deep in her navel. "This can't be happening," Emily thought in wonder. "I am now my mother's
tart," as her sovereign mistress lay half across her, her face buried in the pillow to muffle her
long drawn out groans of satisfied desire. 

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