by Rosie Zweet
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Excerpt!
Caught In the Act: His Father and Their Little Maid
1801, Cheshire, England.
Jonathan looked at Molly’s luscious lips with rapt attention while she read the text in a stilted voice. They were alone in her small bedroom, seated in front of the flickering candle as the beautiful, young maid tried to decipher the children book in front of her.
It had been a month Jonathan since had taught the pretty maid how to read. He had to admit that his intention wasn’t an honorable one. From the first time he had spied her, he wanted to sample her charm, sinking his aching cock in her depth. But Molly was casting a spell on him with her eagerness to please and her sweet nature. He had tried to tamper down his lust but the lustful thoughts kept coming back once in a while. He knew it would be heavenly to be buried inside her. He wasn’t sure, though, for he was a virgin, but if the tale could be believed, he was sure it would be better than his own hand.
At nineteen, Jonathan was the only virgin left among his peers. And he was eager to change it, sooner the better. It was his intention when he back home for Christmas, looking some willing maid to help him to change his virgin status.
It wasn’t that Jonathan didn’t get an offer from barmaids or other wanton wenches back in London. He was considered handsome, but he was always overly cautious. He didn’t want to catch some pox or other disgraceful diseases. His stern father, The Earl of Holbrooke, would have his head if he did. His father seemed to think that Jonathan was lacking as his heir and forever lecturing him about proper behavior.
And as a result, his friends mocked him for being a stuffy old bore, but Jonathan knew that indeed he was bit stuffy, although not quite a puritan or a monk. But deep down, he was a randy boy, he knew that, even other people didn’t. His cock was forever hard just for seeing a bit of skirt. The only way to keep him from pounced at just anyone was the thought of his father’s ire. And it had never failed to tame his raging rod.
Molly’s sweet voice forced him back from his maudlin thought. “Is it correct, m’lord?” she asked while her big grey eyes looking at him like he was a bloody king himself.
He blinked his eyes for several times. Molly truly was a beautiful girl, he thought. And at the age of eighteen, she was in the right age for him, but somehow the girl seemed so innocent and a bit too trusting, making him like a cad for thinking those unsavory thoughts.
He knew he had to abandon his plan to dally with her, for he was sure that Molly wasn’t that kind of girl. And he couldn’t offer her more than that. As a viscount and a future earl, he couldn’t very well marry a mere maid.
Molly, poor as she was, was a hard worker and honest. And Jonathan couldn’t bring himself to ruin her innocent.
He cleared his throat and started to open his mouth when suddenly Molly panicked.
“Oh, lud! It’s midnight already!” she said as she heard the grandfather clock chimed in the distant. “You shouldn’t be ‘ere, m’lord.”
Ah… yes of course, he knew that. But he didn’t understand why she panicked so. She was forcing him to stand and dragged him to the door, until suddenly, she stopped in her track.
“Oh, ‘e is ‘ere, m’lord,” she muttered in panic as they heard footsteps in the corridor outside.
He? Who? Jonathan still couldn’t comprehend.
“Hide ‘ere, m’lord,” she said as she dragged him, shoving him under the table, across the room. “Shuuush, don’t make any sounds,” she said with meaningful glare.
Jonathan wanted to ask questions, but the creaking door’s sound stopping him. Molly jumped and ran to the door, welcoming the newcomer.
Jonathan's heart skipped a beat as he heard his father’s stern voice. “You’re not ready, Girl,” he scolded Molly.
“I’m sorry, m’lord,” said Molly in a meek voice.
Why his father was here? Did he know about Jonathan’s visits? But it was unlikely.
Jonathan couldn’t see what happened across the room. He was crouched low below the table. The only thing he saw was their feet. His father seemed ready for bed. He only wore a nightshirt, leaving his calf bare.
Suddenly, Jonathan saw Molly’s drab dress hit the floor, pooling at her feet. What was that? Then her petticoat and chemise soon followed. No, no… it couldn’t be what he was thinking. It couldn’t be…
Jonathan craned his neck. He saw Molly walked around the bed. He spied her slender legs first before her naked middle and mound came into view. Oh, God! Her pubic hair was as red as the hair on her head. And his cock hardened at the sight. He had never seen a naked girl before, but he was sure that Molly’s body wasn’t common. Her tits were big, but firm and her waist was tiny with rounded hips below it.
Jonathan panted hard, and he felt his cock was leaking precum.
Without hesitation, Molly laid her back on the bed and opened her legs wide for his father.
“I’m ready now, m’lord,” said the girl.
Jesu! Jonathan didn’t expect this. His honorable and proper father!
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