End of Term
by Mrs Dales Bedtime Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Mrs Dales Bedtime Stories
Coming of Age Story: Upon reaching my door I felt almost sweaty from the sun. Entering my kitchen I slip off my shoes to cool my feet, drink a refreshing glass of water and then with the house empty I shed my blouse and skirt. Padding to my room while releasing my bra, I pause at the open door; sensing someone's presence!
Caution: This Coming of Age Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Hypnosis Incest Mother Son 2nd POV .
I stare through the office window into the bright sunshine and let out a sigh of relief.
The tedium of winter through wartime had been endless. It was lonely enough with my husband at war, but with my son Guy away too, life had become awfully boring.
Soon though, in a few days, he would be home from boarding school. But my cosy sentiments fade as my eyes focus on a pair of mongrels. They are rudely mating together in the dust beneath a tree. In union, the dog and bitch form a bizarre two-headed creature. They pant obscenely, oblivious to the world, while frantically copulating!
I turn away, embarrassed that someone may have noticed me watching?
Our corrugated iron huts, commandeered to become the Allocation of War Work office, have been so cold until recently. Suddenly I’m feeling rather warm in the suite I’ve worn today. Having shed my jacket, I feel old Jones’s gaze on my figure as I work around him.
Then unexpectedly, he makes an offer. “I’m driving past your lane after work today, Mrs Dale. Can I drop you off at all?” This was uncharacteristically optimistic of Jonesy, but I felt no reason to deflate him. I surprise him by accepting. “Why, how kind of you, Mr Jones! With the sun so warm, I may be able to sunbathe in my little garden with the time you’ll save me walking home!”
“Mmm...” he mused with twinkling eyes. “ You may even need sun cream applied to that soft fair skin of yours, Mrs Dale.”
It’s hot in Jones’s little car. Jones’s elbow blithely rubs against my full breast as he remarks on the rising sap of springtime.
Bemused at the old chap’s sauce, I ponder on events in my own life ... of Gilbert leaving me for the war over two years ago ... of my unanswered letters to him ... our romance lost in the past ... of Guy leaving me for his studies at boarding school ... but returning home before long.
Suddenly we get to the end of my lane, and I ask Jones to drop me off.
When I thank him, he grins broadly; his pipe clenched in his jaw. “The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. Dale ... if I can ever be of service?” he said knowingly with a wink? ~ ~ ~
Home Alone.
As I walk down my tranquil lane, I daydream of a sunbathing session in my garden. A far younger version of old Mr. Jones kneels attentively beside my side, applying sun cream to my naked shoulders. His hands glide across my skin, smooth and slow; his fingers bordering onto my breast. Then they move onto my tummy before disappearing down into my groin.
Upon reaching my door, I felt almost sweaty from the sun. Entering my kitchen, I slip off my shoes to cool my feet, drink a refreshing glass of water, and then, with the house empty, I shed my blouse and skirt. Padding to my room while releasing my bra, I pause at the open door, sensing someone’s presence!
My heart thumps as I peer into my room; and my jaw dropped; there you are, lying on my bed in only a vest! And you looked in pain?
In one hand, you held a piece of my underwear ... while with the other, you were masturbating!
I was stunned. Your cock ... it’s so big ... for your age!
Then you saw me. Your expression took on shock and then resentment!
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