At
the age of 18, Catherine married Raymond Smith. On the evening before
the wedding, her mother awkwardly asked her if she knew now about what
it meant physically for a man and woman to be married, and Catherine
reassured her that Charles had answered her questions. And
demonstrated, she might have added -- but didn't. Over the years,
everyone had noticed a certain friendliness between girl and butler.
But the other servants saw no need to mention it, as Catherine's mother
clearly knew about it and Catherine seemed genuinely fond of the old
man.
After the marriage, the newlyweds set up housekeeping
across town. The Lodge household grew quieter and Catherine's mother
more eccentric. At first Catherine and Raymond visited weekly for
dinner, then it slipped to monthly, and then three months would go by
without any real contact between the households.
"Why hello, Mrs. Smith. You are looking well," said the elderly butler.
"Why thank you, Charles, you are looking very well yourself. You don't
look a day over sixty."
"Oh, you are too kind, ma'am."
"Oh, Charles, please call me Catherine."
"Don't you think that's a reminder of a time best forgotten?" he said
wistfully.
"Well, I can see your point, I suppose. Would you be willing to escort
me on a walk down the back road?"
"Why, certainly, ma'am."
After they had walked a few yards, Charles asked, "Have you ever told
Raymond?"
"No, no, what we had was just our secret, Charles. Have you told
anyone?"
"No,
not a soul. I would never do that to you, Mrs. Smith. Do you regret it?
It's always weighed on me. I knew you seemed to enjoy our friendship,
and always had the power to back out, but still, you were awfully
young."
"Charles, I'm not sure I could have survived childhood
without you as my friend. Well, I exaggerate, surely, but it would have
been a much bleaker time for me."
"But you could have been my friend without any of that more intimate
behavior."
"True. But my mother threw us together. You remember that first day?"
"How could I possibly forget!"
"And
I think on the whole it has done very well for me. I think my intimate
relations with Raymond were much smoother as a result of our time
together."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, ma'am. It's strange to
think we were both virgins -- you at seven and me at sixty-one." After
a moment, he said, "Was it really your choice, Catherine? I always
wanted it to be, but I've had my doubts."
"Yes, Charles, it was always my choice. I never once felt I had to do
anything I didn't want to do."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that, Miss Catherine," he said,
slipping into the form of address he used with her at that age.
"Have you found anyone else, Charles? Any dalliances, even?"
Charles stood up straight, his thoughts returning from the past. "Why
no, ma'am, I can't say as I have."
They walked on in silence.
"There's a serious matter I wish to discuss with you, Charles."
"Yes, ma'am."
"As you can't help but know, Raymond and I have been married for three
years and have not been blessed with children."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Nor have I ever had a miscarriage or even an irregularity in my
monthlies."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Raymond has a certain medical peculiarity -- I don't want to reveal
any secrets."
"Of course not, ma'am."
"Oh. And it is understood, this conversation is in the strictest
confidence?"
"Why of course, ma'am!"
"Good.
Well, we are uncertain, but it seems this medical peculiarity may be
getting in the way of our conceiving. Oh -- just to be clear, Raymond
is a wonderful man and a good lover, and we are happy together."
"Of course, ma'am. Delighted to hear it."
"All
that aside, it appears that if I am to have children, it would be
prudent for me to investigate the possibility of a man other than my
husband as the father."
Charles hesitated briefly between steps.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And, I was thinking, I wondered if you might consider trying."
"Behind your husband's back, ma'am? I'm not sure I could --"
"Not
behind his back. The conversation between me and Raymond happened in
stages, but our agreement is that I may try to find another man, on
three conditions. One is that he doesn't want to know about it or for
anyone to ever find out, two is that he doesn't want me to risk falling
in love with another man and leaving him, and three is that the man
should look enough like him that no one will question the paternity of
the child."
"Well, ma'am, I can see you would have those points covered."
"Mostly."
"I
do look rather like him, don't I? Or perhaps I could dare to say he
looks like me, as I am much his senior. And you don't doubt my
discretion, I trust? After all those years?"
"No, I have no qualms about either of those points. It is only the
second that makes me hesitate."
Charles paused, and Catherine thought she saw him smile. "Oh, surely no
one could think you would leave him for me?"
Catherine sighed. "Not in fact, no. Though I do think I love you."
"That's kind of you."
"It's
not kind of me. It's just the way things are. But my future is with
Raymond. So the question is, Charles, would you be willing to try to
impregnate me?"
"Um, gosh, ma'am..." Charles said.
"Oh, you're blushing like a schoolboy!"
"Sorry, ma'am. Should we think about it more? Make sure it is a wise
decision?"
"I've been considering it for some time."
"When would be a good time? I mean, there are only certain times of
month when it is likely to be successful, no?"
"Yes. This is one of those times."
"Now? Today?"
"Yes, Charles."
He was silent.
"Do you find me unattractive?"
"No, ma'am!"
There was more silence.
"Well, ma'am --"
"Will you call me Catherine, for goodness's sake!"
"Yes, Catherine, I will... How would you like to proceed?"
"I
was hoping we could return to the house, you could make sure we can get
to your room in the basement without arousing undue suspicion, and I
should join you there."
Catherine entered the room behind Charles and bolted the door.
"Charles,
you are doing me a favor. However you would like to proceed is fine
with me. We do have some experience in these matters," she said with a
smile.
"Very well, ma'am -- I mean, Catherine."
"Would
you like me to disrobe?" She had chosen a fairly simple dress, prudent
given her plan. "If I understand your history correctly, you may have
never had the chance to fondle or even see a woman's breast."
"No! That's fine. Perhaps it's best not to stir up too many things.
Kissing might not be wise either, I think."
"Oh,
well, I could position myself on hands and knees to allow you to
approach from the posterior aspect -- we did that sometimes, I'm sure
you recall."
"Yes, I recall. No, Catherine, if you would just
lie back, remove your drawers and let me push up your dress to the
extent required, that would suit me."
"Very well, except I wore no drawers today. Are you going to disrobe?"
"Just from the waist down, Catherine. My body is nothing to look at any
more."
"I think I would love your body no matter what happened to it, Charles."
"Thank you ma'am, but... please, your heart is given to another,
correct?"
"Yes, Charles, quite correct. I'm sorry."
When they had assumed the agreed position, Charles's phallus was not
exactly hard enough for a successful mating act.
"Could I use my mouth?"
"Oh, that would be wonderful, Catherine."
And the young woman took the man's penis in her mouth as she caressed
his testicles and buttocks. He soon became very hard.
"What about you, ma'am?"
"At this time of month, Charles, I am always amply lubricated," she
said.
"So, I just... go ahead?"
"Yes, Charles. I will guide you to the proper location if you just
lower yourself onto me... there you go."
Charles
pressed forward and his penis was enveloped in a vagina. Catherine as a
girl had had a wet, warm vagina, but Charles discovered for the first
time in his life that the organ of a woman in the prime of life at peak
fertility was something else entirely.
"Oh, my, Catherine, that is fantastic!" said the old man.
He felt her infinitely seductive vagina squeeze him.
"I do climax very easily," she said.
Charles continued to thrust his penis in and out of the young woman,
the sensations fantastic.
"And, also, Charles, oh, um -- often! Um, oh, oh, OOHHH!" she said,
squeezing once again.
Although the pleasure was fantastic, Charles didn't seem to be near to
delivering his male essence.
And
for Catherine, for the first time in her life, it was very important to
her that he deposit his seed deep into her vagina. She wanted that very
much. So she tried something on a hunch. "Close your eyes, Charles."
He did as asked.
"Keep them closed." She switched to her best imitation of a
7-year-old's voice.
"Charles, can you show me how babies are made? Please?"
The
old man grinned, and with eyes shut picked up his pace. "Yes,
Catherine, I can. It's done, like... ohhh, mmmm, aaahhh, dear Lord,
like, ummm, ooooooo, like... THIS!" he said firmly, as his organ
twitched, expelling seed in great gobs -- for the first time in
earnest, in a way that could really matter.
As his orgasm faded,
he collapsed onto the young woman, who had remained silent during her
third climax, though her eyes rolled in her head and she saw stars.
"Thank you, Charles, thank you ever so much!" continued the voice of
the 7-year-old.
As the man pulled his softening penis out, she squeezed especially hard
with her vagina to keep as much seed in her as possible.
"You know, Catherine, I do have a confession to make."
"Certainly, Charles," she said in her normal voice, gently stroking his
hair.
"I'm
not sure it's an accident that I never had any dalliances. People in my
position do arrange to find women, at least now and then."
"What do you think it was, then?"
"Did you ever wonder how it was that I had such a passion for you, in a
sexual way, when you were 7 years old."
Catherine smiled. "It never did at the time, but it has in the past
year or so."
"I think young lasses are the ones I fancy."
"And
that worked out well for me. You were such a good friend, so
understanding, and I don't think you could have done that so well if
you hadn't, well, fallen in love with me?"
"Yes, Catherine, I would have done my best, but I think you're right."
His eyes got misty.
"And you couldn't marry the girl you fell in love with," she said
softly.
"Oh, but at least I had the chance to know love. I doubt many people
with my inclinations can do that."
"And now, with a little luck, you can have a child of your own, but
without any need to raise him or support him."
"Well, I guess we'll see."
"Would it trouble you greatly if I were to call on you again the day
after tomorrow?"
"Oh, my, she's more adorable every time I see her!" said Mrs. Washburn.
"Oh, a real sweetheart!" said Mrs. Dewing.
"Yes, really quite a darling," said Charles.
Raymond and Catherine Smith had come to visit Catherine's mother and
her household with their year-old daughter.
"She looks just like you, Raymond," said Catherine's mother.
"Yes, that's what they say," said the husband.
Catherine
was afraid that the girl looked too much like Charles, though she hoped
that a person wouldn't see it if they weren't looking for it.
Catherine's
mother said, "You two really ought to make some more like her. Fill up
the house with little cherubs like this. Or perhaps you'd like them
spaced apart a little more?"
"No," said Catherine, "I think two
years is a good spacing." Just a trifle late, she feared, she turned to
her husband, smiled, and took his hand. As she looked back at the
assembled company she had all she could do not to smile at the slight
bulge visible in the butler's pants, if you knew what you were looking
for.
Motherhood
suited Catherine well, and Raymond liked having children in the house.
As the years went by, they were blessed with eight.
The two of
them enjoyed their sexual relationship, and they couldn't rule out the
possibility that he was actually fathering some of the brood. But it
was Catherine's strong suspicion that it was Charles who engendered her
eight pregnancies. One was a miscarriage, and she bore one set of
twins, so they evened out to produce a total of five girls and three
boys.
When Mrs. Dewing gave notice to take another position,
Mrs. Washburn let it be known she was ready to retire. That provided
the impetus for Catherine's mother to come live with her daughter and
family fairly early in the spawning process, when there were just two
children.
Charles was offered employment in the new household,
and he gratefully accepted. He reassured Catherine that he felt nothing
but parental affection for the children and had not the slightest
inclination to be intimate with them. Charles didn't do much work at
his age, but he did play with the children in the household and was a
favorite with them.
Charles and Catherine noted that their
daughters had plenty of opportunity to witness the workings of the male
body to the customary degree from observation of their brothers. And
Catherine was comfortable answering all the questions her daughters had
about intimate matters. As a result, they reached their wedding beds in
an intermediate condition: much more knowledgeable than their
grandmother but much less experienced than their mother.