Chapter 4

Our friend Freud

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; once, even an old family ghost had appeared. Upstairs had creaky corridors leading off to various bedrooms and bathrooms. The room Iris had prepared for me was on the left wing over the library. “Oh Iris, it’s simply enchanting.” I said in wonder, as she led me in. “I’m glad you like it Margot, 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. As we looked from the bedroom windows the boys were chuckling their way across the drive together. They were that appealingly odd mixture of boys in young men’s bodies. Guy had his shirt thrown over his shoulder, his body proudly open to the sunshine. I felt a rush of pride and sexual pleasure. “My, you have got a fine young buck on your hands Margot.” 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 Margot.” She murmured again as the boys disappeared from view, “Once you’ve got him in hand you’ll find the sex so gratifying. They have such stamina at that age.” I blushed deeper, my cunt fizzing. We turned away from the widows and Iris sat on the side of the bed with an impish grin saying coyly, “After Ralph overpowered me sexually that first time I’d lectured him on the law’s attitude to rape. I put him in his place and had him pleading with me. So I made a pact with him you see Margot.” I stared at her, “ Oh, I see.” I said slightly bewildered. She chuckled, “ Ralph knows much better now. I make it clear when I’m in the mood for him.” Iris said. Agog, I sat on the bed beside her. “Why, that’s ... She smiled deep into my eyes saying softly, “Selfish? ... Sinful? Well yes; but it keeps him in hand. Now you need to get Guy under simlar control Margot. You do want him again I take it?” Her question embarrassed me. I visualised Guy on my bed and blushed. “Well yes.” I declared, but Iris what if he thinks he can ... Iris’s hand came round my shoulder saying, “ Don’t fret Margot. I’ll take Guy aside after dinner and gently explain to him how he can get back into your good books again; about the natural lust of boys and self discipline.” Her hand began caressing my neck while she explained to me, “It’s about maintaining your respect and Guy’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 Margot; you’re a classic case!”

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

“It comes down to this Margot” stated Iris, “If Guy 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 Margot it means, sex yes, love no!”

I was spellbound. “Sex, yes. Love, no.” I intoned wondrously. Iris broke into a giggle at the sheer comedy of it. “Oh Margot, your priceless! I do so love you!” And she kissed me lusciously on the lips.