“Poor boy, he is indeed cold, now go to sleep in mamma’s arms.”
Of course, he had no such intentions. Speedily getting warm, he turned his face to mamma, and whispered, in the same tone she used—
“Oh, how I love my beautiful mamma.”
Pressing his belly against hers, and letting her feel his prick standing against her mons Veneris.
“Harry! What do you mean by embracing me in that way—don’t you know I am your mother, sir?”
He had seized with one hand her beautiful firm bubbies, and was evidently in full amorous excitement, as she could feel by the stiff pego pushing against her mount of Venus.
“My darling mamma, if you knew how much I love you and how I have longed to embrace your beautiful body.”
“Go along, you impudent boy, do you not know it would be sinful to indulge in such sentiments with your mother—leave me directly.”
“Oh, no, mamma, I can’t, indeed, my own mamma. I mean to possess you, what harm can there be in returning to whence I came.”
Here he transferred his hand from her bubby to her splendid mons Veneris, and showed what his words meant. She pretended to be very angry, and endeavoured to push him away, but he held her round the waist with his other arm too well.