Chapter 1

Iris Carlton-Hawes gave birth to a bastard son before reaching seventeen.

Her pregnancy had become obvious to Iris’s mother at six months; yet there was no clue to whom the father might be? Had it been rape; a consented fuck? Would it be more acceptable if she had been raped she pondered?

But under pressure from her mother, Iris broke the shameful truth before the baby was born; the guilty man was Major Carlton-Hawes. It was incest!

He made no denial to his lady wife; just drank a lot of brandy for several days.

It was clear he was guilty of fucking his own daughter; but worse, he’d put her in the family way.

The Major’s wife was furious with her husband’s carelessness.

She had always insisted on a condom! It was sheer animalism on his part!

Why would Iris have done it? She had everything she wanted!

They had got her a fine Colt. Built her a stable. Even allowed her to raise it into a stud horse!

Oh God what a mess! Mrs Carlton-Hawes was in despair.

An audible disquiet shrouded Carlton Manor as a baby boy was born.

The boy was named Ralph.

The name was put forward by the major. He wanted the boy to have a future at Carlton Manor. Bastards were a kind of English tradition in certain families weren’t they?

But for now both mother and child would spend some time away from Carlton Manor; bury this scandal of incest. The boy would be nurtured and in time reunited with his mother.

Before long, young Iris would be away, boarded at a private veterinary college.

When Iris returned to the manor she’d have a profession; a respectable future.

But while mastering her stallion’s lust, young Iris had become fascinated, nay obsessed with sexual submission and bondage. A lust for power through dominance.

Having her father’s child had been her first step in being dominant at the Carlton Manor. For her son Ralph would inherit Carlton Manor in the course of time.

And the young Iris Carlton-Hawes hadn’t had to marry any man in the the process!

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Fifteen years later:

I’m Margo Chiverton ; a lone Mom with my son Guy away at a private collage.

I live in a small town where I have a good job with an accountancy firm and although I’m an attractive brunette with a slim 5’6” figure, I choose to conceal it mostly, as I have no intention of attracting another wrong man.

My life was moving along just fine until I returned to my empty home from a very hot day at the office.

Entering my kitchen I slip off my heels, discard my pencil skirt, then drink a refreshing glass of water and shed my blouse. Then going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone’s presence.

There, lying on my bed in only his vest was ... Guy!

At first I thought he looked in pain.

In one hand he held my panties 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.

Maternal empathy drew me to him. “Guy no, please! You mustn’t think I was spying!” I pleaded.

Stroking his head I crooned, “I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?”

His eyes are searching my face for the truth; then widen as they focus on my white bra.

“Well ... maybe so,” he sulks... “but you’ve still made me look foolish.” he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, “anyway I’ve really missed 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. His hand still held my panties and guiltily my gaze shifts to his naked torso.

I’m in awe at his handsome endowment which already easily outstrips his father’s.

Guy smiled thinly and I’m tempted to touch him but no; 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! ... you cant ask ... I cant do that!

He gazed at me confidently with his good looks saying levelly, “Just this once you can; if 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 need you too show me you care.” he stated while placing my trembling hand round his firm warm shaft. Mesmerised, I complied.

“Please; no Guy,” I pleaded as he set my hand in motion.

Then knowing I had no choice I whispered, “ Well, close your eyes; and I’ll try.”

He did as asked. Then as my trembling hand worked, I felt the perspiration on my face.

His cock feels gorgeous and he gropes at my thigh while moaning in ecstasy. The thrill in my groin is something I’d not felt for too long and I was panting hard.

A heady excitement builds between us as I feel his climax building in my hand. Spontaneously my mouth encased him. His cock went all the way into my throat. Our muffled cries chime out in unison as I eagerly swallow his hot slime.