"Come here, my darling," Madame said, "let me see what has been the matter with you," and she took her across her knees, extending her on her back.
She examined her cunt, pressed and rubbed her belly, squeezed her nipples between her fingers till they grew quite impudently erect, inserted her finger in Ethel's cunt, and commenced to frig the agitated girl luxuriously, making her toss about in such extasy that, when spending again, Madame could scarcely hold her, so violent were her contortions.
(Madame's finger entered easily, but she made no remark, for she knew full well that the entrance had been forced by Minette's finger—which was, in fact, the case.)
After this Ethel was initiated into every means of procuring sensual pleasure that Sapphism could teach, but it was not until her return home, and the subsequent meeting with her brother, that she actually felt the real delight of a prick inside her (which no substitutes can ever equal), although she knew all that man could do unto her.
It will be seen, therefore, that by reason of her school experiences she was well prepared for any species of lechery which her brother might venture to propose.
In the course of a few days Mr. Etheridge was compelled again to visit the neighbouring town where he would be detained till the next day.
Thus the opportunity came at last for which Frank had been waiting. At dinner he plied his mother with Burgundy (of which she was very fond) to the greatest possible extent, without raising her suspicions, whilst he literally devoured her with his gaze.
Later in the evening, she sat in a large easy chair and seemed to be getting drowsy. Frank said, "As we shall scarcely require anything else to-night, may the servants go to bed, Mamma?"
She assented, and after the order had been given, Frank, looking triumphantly towards his sister, seriously commenced his attempt to mesmerize his own mother. At first she involuntarily resisted his efforts, but at length she succumbed, and as her head fell on her shoulder he openly made the necessary passes, and she speedily became entirely at his mercy.
"Now, Ethel," said he, "I will gratify my passion."