Love and Lust on the Titanic

Massive thank You to Mica who has encouraged me to write again after many years

It was Christmas 1911. Lady Eleanor Smythe sat in the drawing room of her Belgravia residence and reflected on Christmases long gone. She had been born into a relatively prosperous family and had never had the need or desire to work other than on various charitable projects.

In her early twenties her parents had arranged a marriage for her. Her husband was to be Sir Henry Smythe an old Etonian who had made his wealth as a banker and was looking for a trophy wife to accompany him to the many events he was now invited to following the receipt of his knighthood for services to banking and charitable works. Following the marriage Eleanor became Lady Eleanor and she quite quickly got into enjoying the privileges that the title brought, best tables in restaurants, invites to Royal Ascot and much more.

Sir Henry was almost thirty years older than Eleanor. He was a kindly man and more than generous with his wealth but not a man prone to letting himself or his emotions show. Right from the start they had had separate bedrooms. It was the generation where ladies were advised to lie back and think of England and that is a pretty good description of their marital trysts when they did occur. About once a week Sir Henry would stay late at his club playing cards and when he returned he would arrive in Lady Eleanor's bedroom already prepared for action. She would raise her nightdress giving him sight of the prize and they would couple until Lord Henry emptied himself inside her before returning to his own room. Often not a word would be spoken.

Eventually one of their couplings led to her giving birth to son Nigel who was now 25. Sir Henry clearly thought by providing a son and heir he had fulfilled his marital duties and the frequency of the couplings diminished as the years passed.

It was a time of sexual naïveté among women and as Lady Eleanor had never experienced an orgasm she never even knew that the female orgasm existed. Fortunately her social status was such that she was often out to lunch with ladies in a similar situation. Over time they enlightened her to the pleasures of masturbation and she gradually accepted that as her chosen method of release and relief. There was no real alternative other than taking a lover and that was not a road she wanted to go down.

In early 1908 Sir Henry died suddenly leaving Lady Eleanor a very wealthy widow. Several London properties and a large investment portfolio meant she would never need for money for the rest of her life. There was money for Nigel but this was tied up in a trust until he was 25 and so he was more than happy to stay living at home which was ideally located and free. It was a large house and there was plenty of space for the two of them plus the live-in housekeeper and her husband who acted as butler, chauffeur and general handyman.

Nigel was a good-looking young man and that, added to his prospective wealth meant he was never short of the company of young females who, with the help of the servants, often spent the night in Nigel's bed. He had been given a position at a bank through Sir Henry's connections and whilst his current position was nothing special his future prospects were good.

Lady Eleanor carried on as before with her charitable works and her ladies who lunched and when the occasion arose pleasured herself whilst thinking of young guards officers taking her to places Sir Henry had never even thought about.

Lady Eleanor had never thought of Nigel as a potential bed partner but over the coming months that was about to change as were many things with the prospect of a major World War being mooted in many quarters.

As Lady Eleanor sat there she realised she was 49 and that over the next six months would reach a landmark birthday. By coincidence Nigel would be 25 at almost the same time and activate the entitlement to his inheritance. It was a sign that 1912 was a year when they must celebrate and try to see it as a turning point. Lady Eleanor's official period of mourning was over and it was time to look forward and not backwards.

A couple of days later she saw an announcement in the Times. A brand new ship was to make it's maiden voyage across the Atlantic to New York, somewhere she had always wanted to visit. She saw it as another sign and after checking with Nigel that he could get time off work to accompany her she contacted the offices of the White Star line and arranged to book a small two-bedroomed stateroom to be aboard the maiden passage to New York. The vessel was the RMS Titanic. That evening the cheque was on its way to them and by the end of the week written confirmation came by post.

Soon it was the morning of 10th April 1912 and Lady Eleanor and Nigel were being dropped off in Southampton by the chauffeur. They were ushered to their stateroom which comprised of a sitting room with dining area, two bedrooms each with a large double bed and a family style shared bathroom. Soon there was a knock on the door and their luggage was delivered by porters. Nigel dealt with the tip for them leaving the two of them alone to settle in. Lady Eleanor took her choice of the bedrooms and started to unpack some of her clothing. At home she was used to having a maid to do this for her but whilst on board she would have to share the novelty with Nigel. Hopefully he would help her with the difficult tasks of fastening up her evening gowns and any other little things that needed doing such as her jewellry.

Nigel quickly stripped to the waist to relax. Lady Eleanor was not used to seeing him like that. His young, muscular torso sent a few ripples through her body and she felt a tingle between her thighs. She had never really harboured any lustful thoughts about Nigel but she had the feeling that was about to change as they spent time much closer than they were used to in their Belgravia home.

Nigel threw on a shirt and together they went up on deck to watch the ship set sail for Cherbourg on the first leg of its trip. Then they went for a stroll together and found their bearings before retiring to their stateroom to prepare for their first night onboard.

Nigel chose to take the first stint in the bathroom whilst Lady Eleanor looked through her wardrobe deciding what would be appropriate for their first night at sea. She wanted to look her best but in a way that fitted her background and status.

Nigel emerged from the bathroom wearing just a large white towel with the emblem of the White Star line prominently displayed. At home they had their own bathrooms and Lady Eleanor was not used to seeing him, or any other man, dressed that way. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt a moistness where she was not used to feeling moistness. At least not right there standing in the sitting room. Perhaps later in the safety of her own bed she might allow the moistness to return and enjoy it rather than be embarrassed by it.

Lady Eleanor then visited the bathroom, changing her underwear and making herself respectable before returning the short distance to her bedroom and starting to dress for dinner. Soon she donned her selected gown but needed Nigel's help to secure the fastening and also to help with the string of pearls she had chosen to go around her neck. Nigel gladly helped although he was more adept at getting young ladies out of their clothes than in to them. Lady Eleanor felt his hands linger on her back. Was it intentional or accidental? Either way she enjoyed it and looked forward to it being a regular occurrence on their journey. Nigel complimented his mother on her appearance and soon they were leaving the stateroom and making their way to their appointed table for dinner.

They were seated at a table for 4 and opposite them sat a young woman of a similar age to Nigel and what turned out to be a maiden aunt by her side. They introduced themselves to one another. The young lady was called Martha and Nigel seemed to be entranced by her. That was hardly surprising as her evening dress was very low cut and her underwear was almost pushing her breasts out of the top of it. There was plenty to see and Nigel took full advantage of it. Lady Eleanor felt a little twinge of envy as she realised her days of wearing such a provocative dress were behind her.

The food was excellent, the service superb and the company more than enjoyable and in addition the wines and cocktails had flowed copiously. By the time a return to their stateroom was necessary both Lady Eleanor and Nigel were more than a little intoxicated.

The pair linked one another as they made their way down to their stateroom. Lady Eleanor was a little moist again at the thought of spending the night so closely to someone who seemed in a state of arousal judging by the bulge in his trousers. She wanted to stop and share a kiss and feel that bulge pushing into her stomach but even despite the drink it was not the sort of thing that a lady of her status would do.

They reached their door and were soon inside. Lady Eleanor felt the need to remove her dress and pearls whilst Nigel was still awake to help and he seemed more than happy to help. The pearls were soon removed and on the table whilst Nigel slowly undid the fastening on her gown. This time he seemed to take much longer and softly caressed her back as he did so. This was clearly not accidental this time and she enjoyed every last second. As her dress started to slide to the floor Lady Eleanor hoped that as it did so Nigel might slide his hands round to her front and start to fondle her breasts but unfortunately that didn't happen.

They retired to their respective bedrooms and Lady Eleanor wrestled with her elaborate undergarments before pulling on a nightdress and climbing into bed. The sheets felt cool and crisp and her pussy was already tingling and wanting her attention

Before she could make a start on pleasuring herself she heard the sounds from Nigel's adjacent room. At home their house was large and there was no need to preserve any sort of dignity. Here was a different matter. Lady Eleanor put her pleasuring on hold as she focussed on Nigel. She had not seen his dick since he was a child but right now she imagined it in all its glory, erect and being pumped by one or both of his hands. How she wished she was there to help him in whatever way he wanted help.

Suddenly his voice got even louder and she realised his climax was near. She could not make out what he was saying but as he reached the point of no return he cried out a name. It sounded like "Mother" but that seemed so unlikely. Much more likely to have been "Martha" who had clearly captivated him most of the evening with her breasts pointed towards the sky. Could he possibly be imaging her there with him. Why would he focus his attention on a woman twice his age when so many other nubile young women were available.

Either way the events had already taken Lady Eleanor half way on her own journey to relief and once she imagined Nigel giving her a good hard shagging it was not long before her own orgasm arrived. Being a lady she was much less vociferous and enjoyed it intensely without the need to share her thoughts with the outside world.

Morning came and Lady Eleanor awoke and made her way to the bathroom to carry out her ablutions before returning to the sitting room. She had arranged for breakfast to be served in their room which allowed her to stay in a level of undress until later. This was actually the preferred way she acted at home but here in their joint cabin she hoped it may be a way of getting Nigel a little more aroused.

She felt she was still an attractive woman for her age. She watched her diet very carefully and did quite a lot of walking in central London and whilst her waist could not be described as trim it was still more than acceptable. Her breasts still felt quite firm as a result of years of quality support from the best shops in the city.

A knock came on the cabin door and breakfast was delivered. Nigel was summoned and the two of them sat down to enjoy breakfast together which was not a common thing at home. Lady Eleanor did her best to flaunt herself a little. She dropped a spoon on the floor and bent forward to retrieve it allowing her breasts to almost fall out of her bustier in doing so. She noticed more than a hint of an erection in Nigel's trousers and felt quite pleased with herself at having played the seductress for the first time in her life.

Then it was time to dress properly and see what this magnificent vessel had to offer. They strolled together until they came to a salon where bridge was being played. Lady Eleanor had a particular affinity to bridge and so they spent a very pleasant hour or two so engaged. Nigel seemed happy to make up the numbers.

The vessel had now left its last port of call at Queenstown in Ireland and was headed out across the open Atlantic and by all accounts making good time under the watchful eye of Captain Smith the senior Captain of the White Star line.

The couple stopped for an aperitif before heading back to their stateroom. Lady Eleanor was getting more and more fixated at the thought of getting Nigel into her bed and she figured that the more time they spent alone together the more chance there was of that happening.

Lady Eleanor took the opportunity for a bit of a lie down back in the cabin. She hoped Nigel might take the hint and join her but he remained totally oblivious to any attempts to lure him into her clutches. It looked like the only answer was going to be the direct approach. The only way to get what she wanted looked like being to ask for it outright and hope that Nigel responded in the correct manner.

The next couple of days and nights carried on in much the same way. At breakfast Lady Eleanor did her best to reveal as much as was proper of her body. She left her petticoats in the bedroom allowing Nigel to see her garters and stockings and the milky whiteness of her thighs above the stocking tops. If it was having an effect on Nigel he seemed to keep it under control. Each night he helped his mother to finalise her dressing and she sensed his hands were getting more comfortable stroking her back and neck as he did so.

A couple of times after dinner they had danced together but dancing at the time did not bring too much body contact leaving Lady Eleanor none the wiser as to his state of arousal. She had never seen his dick since he was a child and never seen it erect ever. She started to crave the ability to see it, touch it, hold it, and do all sorts of unspeakable things to it.

After they had both retired for the night she made a point of listening to Nigel as he pleasured himself, trying to hear what he was actually saying as he did so. As the nights passed she was more and more sure that as he climaxed he uttered the word "Mother" at least once.

That drove her wild with even more desire. She was a lady who normally felt the need to pleasure herself once or maybe twice a month. Here she was needing it desperately every single night and if the opportunity had presented itself perhaps even more often. She had even started to enjoy a very quick release when she woke in the morning as the best way of keeping her carnal thoughts at bay during the day.

She had survived for so many years without the pleasure of a hard dick buried inside her and for most of that time it had been little more than a minor inconvenience. Whether it was the sea air that had got to her or the close proximity of Nigel but suddenly she was like a bitch on heat. She felt a desperate need to be fulfilled. She had only ever experienced an orgasm by her own devices. It was so long since a man had entered her and spilled his seed within her. She determined that one way or another she had to have Nigel before the ship docked in New York

Her attempts at seduction had failed. She was going to have to change tactics and tell Nigel exactly what she needed and just hope he agreed, if only just to placate his mother.

It was the morning of April 14th. Lady Eleanor calculated they were something like three quarters of the way across the Atlantic. Tonight may be the last chance to get Nigel into her bed. It was tonight or perhaps never.

The day passed as any other. Lady Eleanor doing her best at breakfast to give Nigel as good a view as possible of her assets. Then they dressed before taking a stroll on deck. The air was a little chilly and so they soon took refuge inside. They played a little bridge, shared a cocktail or two and discussed what they planned to do in New York.

Lady Eleanor had her usual lie down late afternoon and then they dressed for dinner. She was so glad she had chosen to bring along her most attractive undergarments and tonight she intended to wear them in the hope that by midnight Nigel was helping her out of them and taking her to bed.

She chose her most elegant dress that highlighted her figure as far as possible and eventually the pair set off arm in arm to the restaurant. Tonight their fellow diners were an older couple. He was an American banker and knew Sir Henry by reputation and banking was the main topic of conversation. Lady Eleanor tried to change the subject. Tonight she intended to betray Sir Henry's memory with their own son and he was the very last person she wanted in her head at that time.

After dinner they found a lounge that were playing the new form of jazz music. They danced together and this time the dancing allowed a little more closeness and intimacy. Not ideal but at least Nigel was able to get his arms around his mother and hold her more tightly.

After several more cocktails Lady Eleanor decided the time was right.

"Let's find somewhere a bit quieter. I have something I want to say to you" said Lady Eleanor anxious to get things out in the open before she changed her mind.

They found a quiet lounge and a table in the far corner. More cocktails were ordered and then Lady Eleanor began.

"The last few nights I have heard you in bed at night. You were clearly pleasuring yourself and you seemed to be mentioning me."

"Sorry Mother." Nigel responded in an embarrassed tone.

"No need to apologise. I know young men have their needs. I just hoped you were ok and I wanted to help you if I could. I know I am your mother but I am also a woman and have needs too."

Nigel took control of the conversation much to Lady Eleanor's surprise.

"It's time my secret was out in the open. I have lusted after you for several years. Longer than you can imagine. Sometimes when you go out to evening dinners I creep into your bedroom and rifle through your underwear. Smelling the aroma. At least once I have taken some back to my room and used it whilst pleasuring myself. One time I undressed and got into your bed waiting for you to come home and join me but I chickened out and went back to my own room when I heard you getting home."

"When Father died I wanted to take his place and give you the sort of pleasures you deserved."

Lady Eleanor interjected.

"Your father was a good man but I am not sure he ever gave me much in the way of pleasure. I have never shared an orgasm with a man."

"Mother I apologise for my language but the truth is I am desperate to fuck you and get more desperate every day. Being so close to you these last few days has been a mix of heaven and hell. I wanted so much to get up in the night and come into your bed and ravish you."

Lady Eleanor blushed at that thought but knew how much she had wanted that too.

"I think we need a little fresh air and then we must decide what to do next." she said with a tremble in her voice.

They went out on deck. The cold air hit them. Hardly anyone was about as they walked a short distance before Nigel moved them behind the cover of a lifeboat. He kissed his mother in a way she had never been kissed before. His tongue probed into her mouth and she decided the only thing to do was respond. Soon their tongues were dancing the way their bodies had in the jazz lounge a little earlier.