Chapter 3: Size & Performance

That first afternoon had passed with Iris showing me over the rest of the old house. It was originally Georgian with pieces added over time. The cosy flagstone kitchen was adjacent to the comfortable living room having a lovely French bay opening onto the pretty patio garden. It was choc-full of character; Upstairs had creaky corridors leading off to various bedrooms and bathrooms. and even an old family ghost had appeared in the past apparently. The room Iris had prepared for me was on the left wing over the library, and as she led me in I exclaimed,

“Oh Iris, it’s simply enchanting. I’ll just love being here!”

“I’m glad you like it Margo, it’s a good shape and it has a nice feel to it somehow.”

The two small windows were draped in softly coloured cotton and the wooden floor had a beautiful Persian style carpet alongside a deep comfy bed. We each went to a window and looking out, we saw our boys chuckling their way across the yard together.

They had that magical mix that make youths so appealing to mothers like me. Ben had his shirt thrown over his shoulder, his body proudly open to the sunshine. I felt a rush of pride and sexual pleasure. He was my pride and joy once more.

“My, you have got a fine young buck on your hands Margo.” Murmured Iris from her window, I can see why you had trouble holding him back.”

“I blushed, saying softly, “I’m not sure I’ll even try after what I’ve learnt from you today.”

“That’s the spirit Margo! Take all he’s got, and then some! I have a method for cock-growth which has made Ralph, an under-aged lad with an overgrown cock!”

We both chuckled as we watched them.

As the boys disappeared she murmured, “Once you’ve got him in hand you’ll find the sex so gratifying. They have such stamina to perform at that age Margo! And you can teach them to do anything for you! I use the carrot and the stick method on Ralph and you’d be amazed what I’ve achieved with him. I’ll show him to you; when I’ve got him all strapped -up for a session.”

I blushed deeper “ I can’t wait.” I said, my cunt fizzing.

We turned away from the widows and Iris sat on the side of the bed with an impish grin.

“After Ben overpowered me that first time I lectured him on the law’s attitude to rape.”

“Oh, I see.” I said slightly bewildered.

“Ralph knows now. I make it clear when I’m in the mood for him.” She said.

Agog, I sat on the bed beside her. “Why, that’s...

“Selfish? Sinful? Yes but, it keeps him in hand Margo.” Iris smiled softly.

“And now you have Ben in the palm of your hand too Margo.”

I visualised Ben naked in my bedroom; all naked and ready for a ‘session’; and blushed.

“Yes, I was rather muddled over Ben when things happened between us.” I declared, but If he came to understand his position...

Iris’s hand came round my shoulder saying, “Look, don’t fret Margo, I’ll take Ben aside after dinner; explain to him about his natural lust and how a bit of discipline can help him get you in the mood for what he craves for.”

Her hand began caressing my neck while she explained to me,

“It’s about maintaining your respect and Ben’s obedience,”

“Oh.” I said feeling my pulse quicken under her touch.

Iris continued, “A brainy friend of mine explained it to me. Apparently, with the absence of fathers at war, incest at home has really grown in England.

“Oh incest, really?” I said agog and trying to keep my cool.

Iris laughed lightly at me and her lip lightly brushed my earlobe.

“Yes, we’re getting more like the French every day.

My friend explained Freud’s Oedipus theory, about youth’s subconscious lust for their mothers.

The problems come if a son translates this condition as his first romance.

Naturally this affects the Mother’s authority over the boy.

So there you are Margo; you’re a classic case!”

“A classic case! So, what should I do about Ben now? I said breathlessly.

“It comes down to this Margo” stated Iris, “If Ben has a crush on you its not so unusual. But you simply have to regain your dominance over him.”

She gave me that sly grin again, “Put simply Margo it means, sex yes, but love no!”

I was spellbound. “Sex, yes. Love, no.” I intoned wondrously.

Iris broke into a giggle at the sheer comedy of it.

“Oh Margo, your priceless! I do so love you!”

And she kissed me lusciously on the lips while here hand explored below.

My heart pounded!