Chapter 1

Carlton Manor: Hampshire: England: 1955

Before reaching sixteen, Iris Carlton-Hawes gave birth to a bastard baby boy.

At seven months gone, her pregnancy had become obvious to Iris’s mother; yet there was no clue to whom the father might be?

Had it been rape or was it a consented fuck Lady Carlton-Hawes wondered? And would it be more acceptable to her social circle if it had been rape she pondered.

But under pressure Iris broke the shameful truth before the baby was born; the guilty man was her father 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 still 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 him using a condom when shafting any of the maids! It was sheer animalism on his part!

And why would Iris have done it? She had everything she wanted! They had built her a stable and got her a fine Colt to raise into a stud horse!

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

An audible disquiet shrouded Carlton Manor when the baby boy was born. It was named Ralph; put forward by the major. He wanted the boy to have a future at Carlton Manor. After all, bastards were a kind of English tradition in certain families. But for now, both mother and child would spend some time away from Carlton Manor; bury this sordid scandal of incest.

Iris would board at an excellent veterinary college. When Iris returned to the Manor she’d have a profession; a respectable future.

The boy Ralph would be nurtured and in time reunited with his mother.

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England: 1970: Margo

I’m Margo Chiverton, a lone Mom; my son Guy (15} is away at private college.

I live in a small town and 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, as I have no intention of attracting another wrong man.

Life is just fine as I enter my empty home after a very hot day at the office; simply yearning to shed my outfit and get under a cool shower!

In the Kitchen I slip off my heels and discard my pencil skirt before drinking a refreshing glass of water! And then shedding my blouse I make for the shower; but passing my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone’s presence.

I step in; and there lying on my bed, in only his vest was ... Guy!

I was stunned. At first, I thought he looked in pain.

In one hand he held my panties while with the other he was masturbating.

I was astonished.

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 over 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 feel very foolish.” he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, “anyway I’ve really missed you; that’s why I’m home early.”

His lips offer me a forgiving kiss; so I offer mine, but somehow Guy makes that kiss deeper than is decent!

Suddenly I feel very 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 finally shifts to his naked torso.

I’m in awe at his handsome endowment which already easily outstrips his father’s! Bewildered, I imagined the years he had spent masturbating.

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 can’t ask ... I can’t 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 ... it would be”

Guy’s brown eyes glinted as I faltered, “I need you to show me you care.” he stated while placing my trembling hand round his firm warm shaft.

Mesmerised, I complied.

“Please; don’t make me 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 I asked. Then as my trembling hand worked, I felt the perspiration build 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.

Guy then let out a mournful cry and slumped into an apparent stupor.