Chapter 7: Palaver at the Pavilion

In the pavilion I caught site of Ralph and my son in earnest conversation; and not wishing to intrude, I waited unobserved to join them. I hadn’t liked the impression I’d got from Caroline, that my son was an available toy boy; I felt possessive about him, despite what had been taking place at the Manor.

Our affair had started at home; when I’d happened upon Guy masturbating in my bedroom, naturally I’d been shaken at my behaviour ... shamefully wanking my son off!

It may well have been swept under the table if things had gone no further! Probably most mothers have found themselves doing it, to get out of an awkward moment with a son coming home drunk at night?

But with Guy following it up with a full-blown mother-fucking; well of course that’s a different matter; especially when that mother had a full-blown climax into the bargain! Such a slut ... first my father; and then my son. Fortunately, I am not religious.

I realised now, just how sexually excited I’d been; yet frightened at the same time! Looking back on it, Guy had been quite sweet about it all; before he fled to the Manor. He had cared for me; wanted to love me; but simply in a way I hadn’t been prepared for. If only things could have stayed like that between us; I could have lived with that.

Since then we’d been initiated into the bizarre sexual ways of Iris Carlton-Hawes. I can begin to see that we have both been coaxed into doing things with Iris that are simply obscene; such as Guy being the base of a naked pyramid; his mouth straddled by Iris, his cock straddled by me; Iris and I French kissing in the middle. But we did all come together; that was really something.

I also witnessed Guy being forced to indulge in a Sixty-Niner with his best friend Ralph! It was a disgusting; but Iris made sure I climaxed while watching him. I feel ashamed about it now. Yet if Iris organised it again, would I refuse to take part? I doubt it. And I’ve no doubt that Iris has more obscenities in store for my son and I if we choose to stay at the Manor?

The need Guy and I have for each other has been altered into a form of sexual fetish; yet I had to admit that some of it had really turned me on ... just as it had Guy! It was like a hardcore drug, I guess. Like pornography, it gave a buzz; such a rush, that you needed more of it.

I needed to speak to Guy; to say we ought to return home together; that staying at the Manor may not be the best thing for him? But he and Ralph seemed to be at odds with each other over something? Now there is a commotion over something going on just outside the Pavilion, and the game seems to have been stopped.

Even the boys have noticed and we all go to see what the commotion is about.

We are stunned to find that the commotion is centred on the collapsed figure of Iris lying unconscious on the ground! Caroline Spencer is distraught by her side. Iris was alive, had a pulse and was breathing; but not fully conscious. A club official was calling for an emergency ambulance. Ralph, Guy and I, went to her side in shock. Iris was the last person you could imagine collapsing in this fashion!

The ambulance came within half an hour and the only thing the three of us could do was return to Carlton Manor and await news from the hospital...