Chapter 1

I had come home from another day at our local war-welfare office where I was one of three staff. Mr Jones the manager, myself office secretary and Miss Brummage general assistance. The office had been situated in a low budget prefabricated building on a temporary basis, and was I had been daydreaming of a cool shower since two in the afternoon, now at last, my reward for a day of drudgery was about to be mine. In wartime the small pleasures become much valued.

Entering my kitchen, I first slip off my shoes before drinking a refreshing glass of water, and then shed my blouse and bra and skirt to the floor for washing later.

Then going to my room I stop at the open door; feeling the presence of another person?

There, lying on my bed in only his vest was my son Guy! At first I thought he was or in pain. But in one hand he held a piece of my underwear while with the other he was masturbating. I was stunned!

Then he saw me. His expression took on shock and then resentment. “Mother ... how could you ... spying on me ... like this?” he accused bitterly.

His accusation hurt but my maternal empathy for my son drew me to him. “Guy no, please! I pleaded, stroking his head. “You mustn’t think I was spying! Why, I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?”

His eyes are searching my face for the truth and I see them relenting as they dip onto my chest.

“Well ... maybe so,” he sulks... “but you’ve still made me feel foolish.” he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, “anyway I forgive you. His lips offer me a forgiving kiss.

I offer mine and somehow Guy makes that kiss deeper than is decent.

Suddenly I feel improperly dressed beside him but Guy closes his eyes and lies back calmly, so I relax and look at him. His hand still held my lingerie and guiltily my gaze shifts on to his naked torso. My pulse quickened at his erect penis.

I’m in awe at his handsome endowment; wondering on the effects of excessive masturbation. I’m even tempted to touch him but clamped my thoughts; instead I meekly offer to get the kettle on for tea.

Now Guy gave a soft smile; his tone more assertive, “No don’t go.” he said looking at me closer now, “Help me with it; help me finish”.

Aghast, my heart beats in alarm,” Guy! ... I cant ... I cant do that!

He gazed at me confidently with his good looks saying levelly, “Just this once you can. It will show you weren’t spying; and that you do care about me.”

Anxiously I search his face for direction. “Guy, I do care, but If I did that...” Guy’s brown eyes glinted as I faltered,” I really need you too show me you care.” he stated while placing my yielding hand round his firm warm shaft.

I was dumbfounded at how our conversation had got to this sexual level and his manner somehow domineered me in complying!

“Very well Guy,” I whispered, “only please, just close your eyes for me.”

“I’ll close my eyes and promise not to look until it’s finished; OK?”

He closed his eyes, and I looked at his penis which was erect and slightly throbbing.

As my trembling hand began the task, I felt the perspiration on my face. Before a few moments had passed, his hand is groping at my thigh and he moans in ecstasy, causing sharp thrills in my groin! It was a a sensation I’d forgotten.

A heady excitement builds between us as I feel his climax building in my hand. Our cries chime out in unison as my forearm caught a squirt of his milky fluid.

Guy then let out a mournful cry and slumped into a stupor. It is as suddenly over, as it had begun.

Silently, I left him for the bathroom. There, as I looked into the mirror with my thoughts amok, the guilt closed in upon me. ---

--- The following morning it seemed as though breakfast was passing in mutual denial. Probably, he was as embarrassed as I and simply wanted it forgotten. We padded around each other in our dressing gowns getting toast and tea.

Then Guy wanted to talk of his collage experiences. He had made a great new pal called Ralph whose family had a country manor. He had even stayed with them some week-ends. They were a bit posh but really good fun. Ralph called his mother by her first name; Iris. She preferred that. Also he and Ralph had got out of college some nights and met local girls.

I showed my admiration but inside I felt how dull and lonely my own life had become. “Boarding at college really helps chaps grow up quickly Mum.” Guy stated. Then a little sheepishly he added, “Look ... can I call you Margot at home, is that OK?”

It sounded odd hearing my name come from Guy. “Well yes, if you’d like to Guy.” I offered, curious at the idea.

“I earned two days off term for effort Margot, that’s why I arrived home early.” Then he inquired, “So, do you think I’m more mature looking now than a year ago?”

I studied him with a smile and I realised he was now as tall as me. “Yes Guy, you really have matured. And grown too! The girls are going to adore you!” I laughed and held out my arms for a cuddle and he came and embraced me. “I’ve missed you so Margot and your far more attractive than those town-girls,” he said quietly by my ear. Then he kissed me rather warmly on the neck. His hands ran seductively over my arms as he began whispering to me as a lover. “Look Margot ... what happened between us yesterday ... it was pure fete ... I’ve longed for something to happen ... just as I’ve longed to hold you like this.”

I felt a strange fear creep into my chest. His hands were caressing my waist and now my breast! “Guy!” I went to pull away but his arms held me effortlessly to him. “Oh, I’ve wanted you ever since Father left.” he whispered thickly. “Guy, stop, it’s disgusting!” I protested as my pulse began to race. His mouth went passionately onto my neck and I felt a rush of shame.

“Oh Guy, you wicked, wicked boy “ I cried as I struggled in his grip. His groin was hard against me and as his mouth came onto mine, I felt a rush of panic. “You cant!” I cried emotionally, twisting sharply from him and leaving my dressing gown in his grasp. Naked, I fell face down onto the sofa in a daze. I felt him behind me, his cock between my thighs, his hands gripping my waist. Guy was going the whole hog and his attempts to enter me were hurting.

My maternal instincts melted away as I groped for his cock! Then having gripped in my fist, guided it into myself with a voice in my head saying ‘ you wicked, wicked, woman!’ As it slid into place, we both gave out a primitive cry of exaltation! We began fucking awkwardly for a few moments; then suddenly our bodies were moving in blissful union. Soft moans came from us both as we savoured the ecstasy we were producing. The the feeling of something massive was going to happen and we raced towards it!

Our harsh panting was the only sound we made now and like a pair of mating mongrels, our shameful copulating raced to its obscene conclusion!

By Margot