Two Toy Boys
Copyright© 2026 by Mrs Dales Bedtime Stories
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Like any mother who has been raped for the first time by her adolescent son, I was traumatised. My mind was ablaze with anger and shame. And how was I to prevent it happening again! Initially I’d shut myself in my room with the hours passing nervously, yet when I did eventually emerge to face up to Guy, I found just a note he’d left me? It told me he had flown off to his pal Ralph at the Manor: ‘to think things through’.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Reluctant Lesbian Slut Wife Incest
How to Train a Toy Boy
“Ronald and I took over the Manor when we married. It was a bit run down. But we got things going; and Ralph was born.” Iris sighed at fond memories. “The place became busy with people working and we were happy with how things were shaping up. Then came Ronald’s Whitehall assignment with MI5.”
Iris paused to sip her brandy and I remained silent; knowing she had more to say. “They recalled Simon and before long I hardly saw him. Oh, the occasional flurry of leave; then returned to being a Whitehouse Widow. I missed Ronald on his assignments; but I was also lonely and fed up to be honest.”
She paused with a look of wry bitterness.
“Or to speak quite plainly Margot. I became sex-starved!” Iris looks at me boldly,” Tell me Margot, has this life deprived you of sex?”
I put down my glass; surprised at her candour. Yet suddenly I felt activated. “Why dam it Iris, Yes It has!” I declared wryly,” I’ve been badly starved of sex! Why I even get envious if I see dogs at it in the street! “ I said unflinchingly.”
Iris laughed mirthlessly, “Like a bitch on heat Margot?” And placing a hand on my thigh she added, “Margot, I will not even tell you some of the evil thoughts I’ve had when alone with my horse in the stable! Have you ever seen a horse with a hard-on? It’s a real turn on! But what’s a girl to do with her pent-up urges?”
“Oh! Iris!” I laughed. Grinning mischievously together her hand went over mine and our eyes met with a special trust. Iris now said softly, “Then to complicate matters we get the needs of a growing boy ... don’t we Margot?”
I held my breath as she paused to sip her brandy before saying kindly, “It’s OK Margot, I do know how boys can get out of hand at home ... Guy’s got himself into a passion over you; hasn’t he Margot.”
Suddenly I knew it was confession time for me, as my heart thumped, yet as I spoke, I felt a surge of relief wash aside my shame.
“It wasn’t Guy’s fault really Iris. I was half naked when I accidentally disturbed Guy in my bedroom; he was ... masturbating. It rather stunned me a little; seeing his muscular body that way.”
“You mean the size of his cock, don’t you Margot.”
“Well ... yes. I never thought...” Iris gave me an encouraging little smile with a nod to continue: “Well; we cuddled and then kissed and I ... I helped him finish.”
“Did you use your mouth or your hand on him Margot?” “Oh! ... my hand ... That was all at the time; and I left him to cool off strait after.”
I looked at her and she simply smiled encouragingly, so I continued, “The trouble was the following day. Guy caught me off guard in my robe and became amorous again.”
Iris touched my hand in a gesture of support, “But now he was saying he wanted me as a lover; rather than a mother!... “I told him that was wrong Iris.” I let out a tiny sob, “Guy got overexcited; I tried to stop him but then, I had to give in Iris.”
Her comforting hand came to my shoulder and she said the unexpected, “Don’t worry Margot, Ralph flustered me in a similar way to start with.”
“Your Ralph too!” I gasped in surprise. “But how did you deal with it Iris?”
She looked at me for a while before giving a unexpected answer. Iris said softly, “By giving Ralph just enough rope Margot.” “You mean, when he became amorous towards you?” I asked. Thoughtfully she took another sip of brandy before continuing. “If I was to be his mistress then I would call the tune. I would groom him the way I wanted him.” I stared at her perplexed: but what she followed with took me clearly into her sexual domain.
Iris smiled softly, “When Ralph began noticing me like that it felt wonderful Margot. I felt young and sexual again and I once more dressed to look appealing. And the more Ralph matured the easier it became to arouse him. That’s what you’ll find with Guy Margot.”
She took another sip saying, “I was a real bitch to my Ralph Margot.”
“But weren’t you simply wrestling with Ralph’s desire for you?” I suggested.