Chapter 1: Lust in the Dust

I stare through the office widow 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 away too, life had become awfully boring.

Soon though Guy 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 make's an offer. "I'm driving past your lane after work today Mrs Chiverton, 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 sunbath 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 Chiverton."

It's hot in Jones's little car.

Jones's elbow blithely rubs against my 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 ... and now his return home soon.

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 Chiverton ... if I can ever be of service?" he said knowingly.

As I walk down my tranquil lane, I daydream of sunbathing in my garden. A far younger version of 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 tummy before disappearing down into my groin. "

Home Alone.

Upon reaching my door I felt almost sweaty from the sun.

Entering my kitchen I slip off my shoes, drink a refreshing glass of water and then shed my blouse and skirt. With the house empty, was something I could afford. Padding to my room I am releasing my bra when I pause at the open door, sensing someone's presence.

There, lying on my bed in only his vest, was Guy? I thought he looked in pain. In one hand he held a piece of my underwear while with the other he was masturbating. I was stunned. His cock was ... big.

Then he saw me. His expression took on shock and then resentment.

" Mother ... how could you! ... Spying on me ... like this!" his voice accused bitterly.

Blind maternal empathy strongly drew me to him.

" Guy no, please! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?"

His eyes are searching my face for the truth.

"Well ... maybe so." He says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring lowly adds, "anyway ... I've really missed you ... and you haven't even kissed me yet." He offers a forgiving kiss.

I respond and somehow Guy makes that kiss much deeper than is decent.

Suddenly I feel improperly dressed beside him. But then Guy closes his eyes and lies back calmly, so I just relax and watch him.

His hand still held my lingerie and I guiltily shift my gaze shifts to his naked torso.

I'm in awe at his handsome endowment; wondering on the effects of excessive masturbation. I'm tempted to touch him but no. Instead I meekly offer to get the kettle on for tea.

Now Guy opened his eyes and gave a soft smile; his tone calmer,

"No; don't go yet." he said, studying my nudity now. " You can't simply leave a chap when you've got him all fired up! You have to help me."

I stared dumbly, "Help you?"

"Yes; help me finish". Guy stated.