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The story continues see 437,to 440.
At breakfast as she served the food, a smiling Bessy was moving a little carefully, hoping madam didn’t notice. Monty however did and asked if she was all right… blushing the woman thinking quickly said she had, “slipped and marked herself getting out of bed in the night!”, to which her mistress said that, “if it is a problem I could get doctor Gordan to have a look at you tomorrow, he`s coming to see me.” the cook quickly said it was just a graze and there the matter rested, the cook as she went behind mothers back, exchanging glances at the lad, that said, phew that was close! Once the woman retreating to her kitchen and had left, there being just the two of them mother said, “Was he responsible for Bessy`s smile today?” he grinned and said, “he might be,” and that, “he thought that’s what she, his beloved mother had wanted!” she grinned at that and said “not at the expense of neglecting her, the idea was to get the cook in the frame of mind to take Hodges as a husband, not make her a daughter in law!” he laughed, “Oh mother you don’t think I want to marry her do you, she`s too old and overweight for me, but she is a good sport and may serve occasionally…for a change!” they laughed, and she said, “well today is your last before beginning work properly with the estate, so, today your coming up to my room and you can make it up to me, for what I missed last night…!”
He knew he was not in a position to say no however much he needed to sleep, but he was still tired from the four or five massive climaxes in the hour after he and Bessy had hit the floor after the chastisement last evening.
Hodges appeared with a fresh pot of coffee, but Monty excused himself, saying, he would be along directly mother, but needed to use the bathroom first. Then scuttling away to carefully scrub any last traces of Bessy from his body, as he thought it would not be a very diplomatic thing to arrive smelling of the previous lady…
It was over half an hour before he arrived at mothers room, she was sat comfortably, the windows open the smell of the rose garden below her window wafting in on the gentle breeze, the sun on this side of the house, warm and sultry. It was a perfect day.
The lad took the other seat, and his mother after chatting about his brothers for a while, suddenly asked if he liked ‘tupping the cook’ he grinned and said, “well, she`s grateful, willing and oh so different from you mother dear, your body is neat and …well, pretty, hers is flabby, and she`s very self-conscious!” she smiled then he said, “it`s hardly gentlemanly to discuss another lover with you mother. “ I wasn’t looking forward to having her, and I did it to please you that first time, but the second time I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed But she waved that away by saying, “yes it was I who asked you to tup the lady, and I expected you to give me chapter and verse about your games, but I wasn’t expecting it to go further than a good tupping, so come on, I want to know, ok?” He said, “Only if she would keep it secret, and only if she promised, would he tell her, as it may be embarrassing for Bessy, though he was proud of his achievements so far, even if it was a little different.
At the word different her eyes lit up, she said she promised and that she had no intension of embarrassing Bessy, who was far too good a cook to lose or offend, but that she just wanted to know what kinks the woman was letting her son enjoy!
Haltingly he explained exactly what had gone on the previous night, from her arrival to his first climax on the floor, graphically and in detail, noting his mother`s legs gently rubbing together and her breathing increasing, as each sentence unfolded.
She asked, “do you mean that you actually used a belt on her body and that’s why she was walking as she was at breakfast, and it was her that orchestrated the whole idea?” he said it was, “and she achieved an orgasm from it…?” again he said, “she did, and not just one, and they were huge!” Muriel sat a little bemused, never before having contemplated a punishment being erotic, she had been spanked by her father over his knee and again, caned by her tutor at school, but all she had felt was pain, simple and to the point chastisement, it had never struck her as erotic…
He asked if she had ever been thrashed and she explained the both times in detail for him, but added that, she had cried, but never once felt excited. By now the whole idea had her in a state of excitement so she stood and began removing her clothes for him. He in turn soon took off his own clothes and together they fell on the bed, silently kissing one another as the pee-fowl cried his mournful cry outside.
It took only a very few moments to achieve a physical connection and with his new found love of hard and fast bucking it took only a short time more for him to bring his mother to a very strong climax, he filling her royally, her at the very peak of her moment. Her gasp of joy, and her slow descent to normality a tribute to his newly learnt skills. She exclaimed, “Wow son that cook has taught you well, that was wonderful…!”
They lay naked together, arms entwined, his errection returning as only a young men can, his mother gently probing what he knew of his brothers and his father`s way of sex, wondering if they had tried it on with him. He said he had once caught his brothers, having what he described as “unusual fun” Basil laying along Williams back up in the nursery, by then used as a reading room cum playroom. Muriel smiling then saying that, “she understood and that his father had used her like that many a time, it was his favourite and that it hurt her at first but she had grown to enjoy the feeling of his discharge filling her back passage.
He looked at her seriously, saying he hadn’t realised that’s what had been happening and that he thought it was just his brother laying naked along the other brothers cleft, for the effect, he had had no idea about penetrating back there! Laughing and always helpful she explained in detail and even slid the tip of her finger just into his own orifice, explain as she did that it was man on man`s only option and that it was very sensitive. Naïvely, he asked if all men did that, but she explained, as best she could, it was more specifically for men who only felt comfortable with other men but that it was sometimes used to add another type of enjoyment to the fun of sex. He asked if she wanted him to try it with her, but she said “not today, I just want you as you are today son, hard and fast, but I will let you, soon, I promise. She bent herself, till her mouth was kissing his errection and then to his amazement using her tongue she began lapping at his end, slowly she worked the stiff tool into her mouth and using tongue, suction and guile she soon had him filling her mouth, amazed that this matriarchal lady was willing to take his seed in her gentle mouth he looked stunned.
They lay once more entwined, kissing one another, her lips tasting of his seed, a flavour he was unsure of, when she whispered that, “if he wanted he could use his tongue on her, ‘down there’ if he kissed and worked on her there, she was sure to get excited!” and so he entered on another phase of his learning, his mother so enjoying his eager ministrations that Mary, out in the garden collecting roses for the table, looked up at the mistresses window and wondered whatever was occurring.
Later that afternoon Muriel was taking afternoon tea on the terrace with Bessy, to discuss a menu for a dinner for the bishop. Taking tea with Betty had become, a weekly occurrence, it was a moment to make less formal contact with the domestic staff, and the mistress had on this occasion a real wish to find out about her cooks kink, it was eating at her since she had heard of it… the trouble was to find a way to do it diplomatically.
“Bessy, you have had a week or two now since I spoke to Hodges, has he made any advances yet?” it was the opening sally. The cook shook her head sadly and said, “No mum, he`s sadly made no advances,” She laughed, “perhaps I am still a bit daunting for him, or he`s not sexually active.”
Now that was even more of an awkward point as the last couple of years Hodges had been secretly easing madams sexual tension with a tool that left her well provided for! Muriel thought it over then decided in for a penny, and she quietly said to her cook, “look Bessy, can we talk more woman to woman, just between the two of us while we take tea each week, as friends and not as employer and cook, we are both women of the world and I want, well a friend, even if we are separated by the class divide, a barrier normally, another woman of the same age bracket to talk with, do you think we can do that without falling out?”
The cook was touched, never before having had her employer even hinting at the chance to communicate like this, she replied that, “she would be most happy as poor Mary, was not the most communicable and all these years she had craved some other female to talk with, even once a week like this!” Muriel smiled saying that, “she too felt isolated, so from now onward when they were totally alone, they were friends. They shook hands on the deal, sealing the agreement with a large cream horn apiece.
Laughing like a pair of schoolgirls they swapped secrets, Muriel, telling her cook about her husband`s and her son`s homosexuality, still at that time i*****l. The cook then telling her she suspected that already, though so far it had been never been confirmed, neither of the young boys showing any interest in things sexual with her, and not with Mary if she was any judge, finishing, “that’s why I was so happy about Monty when he touched me that day, mum!” that was enlightening at least. The cooks next sentence, that Monty, was a great lover, and whoever taught him was a real good teacher, had Muriel, choking on the cream horn. Grinning she said, “thanks for the compliment Bessy, I am afraid it was me…!” Bessy`s jaw dropped, then they both spontaneously began to laugh! Homosexuality, i****t, was there any other hidden secrets?
“Monty, has no secrets from me I am afraid and I asked him, for details of your trysts, partly as I wanted to know for my own satisfaction that he ‘performed satisfactorily’ and partly for my own excitement, is that terrible Bessy? ” Bessy blushed, then she said, “he told you then about my personal game, did he?” the big lass was red, and had started to rise, Muriel knew this would be the make or break moment, and was quick to say “ Yes Bessy, he did and before you get yourself annoyed or embarrassed, I want to tell you I am not in any way judgemental, and I am very interested in the whole subject, I have been spanked and caned, as punishments of course, as a girl, but all I got from it was pain, so I don’t understand and I would love you to explain it to me.” Bessy sat down once more and Muriel poured her more tea, which she took to gain her time to sort her thoughts, then she said, “I don’t really understand it myself.” Then she told her employer about her husband, how it all began, and how it grew, the feelings of not being in control when bound or secured, and of the marks, the lasting discomfort, and its reminding her of her man and his control of her even when away. Muriel during all this, sitting spellbound, then finally patting her cooks hand and saying “thank you, that must have taken you a lot of willpower to put that into words, we shall have to see what comes of it, my son seems to enjoy it and enjoy you my dear.” Hodges appeared, a telegram in hand telling of the master being home on Saturday for the dinner party, and the subject was quickly dropped.
The story continues see 437,to 440.
At breakfast as she served the food, a smiling Bessy was moving a little carefully, hoping madam didn’t notice. Monty however did and asked if she was all right… blushing the woman thinking quickly said she had, “slipped and marked herself getting out of bed in the night!”, to which her mistress said that, “if it is a problem I could get doctor Gordan to have a look at you tomorrow, he`s coming to see me.” the cook quickly said it was just a graze and there the matter rested, the cook as she went behind mothers back, exchanging glances at the lad, that said, phew that was close! Once the woman retreating to her kitchen and had left, there being just the two of them mother said, “Was he responsible for Bessy`s smile today?” he grinned and said, “he might be,” and that, “he thought that’s what she, his beloved mother had wanted!” she grinned at that and said “not at the expense of neglecting her, the idea was to get the cook in the frame of mind to take Hodges as a husband, not make her a daughter in law!” he laughed, “Oh mother you don’t think I want to marry her do you, she`s too old and overweight for me, but she is a good sport and may serve occasionally…for a change!” they laughed, and she said, “well today is your last before beginning work properly with the estate, so, today your coming up to my room and you can make it up to me, for what I missed last night…!”
He knew he was not in a position to say no however much he needed to sleep, but he was still tired from the four or five massive climaxes in the hour after he and Bessy had hit the floor after the chastisement last evening.
Hodges appeared with a fresh pot of coffee, but Monty excused himself, saying, he would be along directly mother, but needed to use the bathroom first. Then scuttling away to carefully scrub any last traces of Bessy from his body, as he thought it would not be a very diplomatic thing to arrive smelling of the previous lady…
It was over half an hour before he arrived at mothers room, she was sat comfortably, the windows open the smell of the rose garden below her window wafting in on the gentle breeze, the sun on this side of the house, warm and sultry. It was a perfect day.
The lad took the other seat, and his mother after chatting about his brothers for a while, suddenly asked if he liked ‘tupping the cook’ he grinned and said, “well, she`s grateful, willing and oh so different from you mother dear, your body is neat and …well, pretty, hers is flabby, and she`s very self-conscious!” she smiled then he said, “it`s hardly gentlemanly to discuss another lover with you mother. “ I wasn’t looking forward to having her, and I did it to please you that first time, but the second time I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed But she waved that away by saying, “yes it was I who asked you to tup the lady, and I expected you to give me chapter and verse about your games, but I wasn’t expecting it to go further than a good tupping, so come on, I want to know, ok?” He said, “Only if she would keep it secret, and only if she promised, would he tell her, as it may be embarrassing for Bessy, though he was proud of his achievements so far, even if it was a little different.
At the word different her eyes lit up, she said she promised and that she had no intension of embarrassing Bessy, who was far too good a cook to lose or offend, but that she just wanted to know what kinks the woman was letting her son enjoy!
Haltingly he explained exactly what had gone on the previous night, from her arrival to his first climax on the floor, graphically and in detail, noting his mother`s legs gently rubbing together and her breathing increasing, as each sentence unfolded.
She asked, “do you mean that you actually used a belt on her body and that’s why she was walking as she was at breakfast, and it was her that orchestrated the whole idea?” he said it was, “and she achieved an orgasm from it…?” again he said, “she did, and not just one, and they were huge!” Muriel sat a little bemused, never before having contemplated a punishment being erotic, she had been spanked by her father over his knee and again, caned by her tutor at school, but all she had felt was pain, simple and to the point chastisement, it had never struck her as erotic…
He asked if she had ever been thrashed and she explained the both times in detail for him, but added that, she had cried, but never once felt excited. By now the whole idea had her in a state of excitement so she stood and began removing her clothes for him. He in turn soon took off his own clothes and together they fell on the bed, silently kissing one another as the pee-fowl cried his mournful cry outside.
It took only a very few moments to achieve a physical connection and with his new found love of hard and fast bucking it took only a short time more for him to bring his mother to a very strong climax, he filling her royally, her at the very peak of her moment. Her gasp of joy, and her slow descent to normality a tribute to his newly learnt skills. She exclaimed, “Wow son that cook has taught you well, that was wonderful…!”
They lay naked together, arms entwined, his errection returning as only a young men can, his mother gently probing what he knew of his brothers and his father`s way of sex, wondering if they had tried it on with him. He said he had once caught his brothers, having what he described as “unusual fun” Basil laying along Williams back up in the nursery, by then used as a reading room cum playroom. Muriel smiling then saying that, “she understood and that his father had used her like that many a time, it was his favourite and that it hurt her at first but she had grown to enjoy the feeling of his discharge filling her back passage.
He looked at her seriously, saying he hadn’t realised that’s what had been happening and that he thought it was just his brother laying naked along the other brothers cleft, for the effect, he had had no idea about penetrating back there! Laughing and always helpful she explained in detail and even slid the tip of her finger just into his own orifice, explain as she did that it was man on man`s only option and that it was very sensitive. Naïvely, he asked if all men did that, but she explained, as best she could, it was more specifically for men who only felt comfortable with other men but that it was sometimes used to add another type of enjoyment to the fun of sex. He asked if she wanted him to try it with her, but she said “not today, I just want you as you are today son, hard and fast, but I will let you, soon, I promise. She bent herself, till her mouth was kissing his errection and then to his amazement using her tongue she began lapping at his end, slowly she worked the stiff tool into her mouth and using tongue, suction and guile she soon had him filling her mouth, amazed that this matriarchal lady was willing to take his seed in her gentle mouth he looked stunned.
They lay once more entwined, kissing one another, her lips tasting of his seed, a flavour he was unsure of, when she whispered that, “if he wanted he could use his tongue on her, ‘down there’ if he kissed and worked on her there, she was sure to get excited!” and so he entered on another phase of his learning, his mother so enjoying his eager ministrations that Mary, out in the garden collecting roses for the table, looked up at the mistresses window and wondered whatever was occurring.
Later that afternoon Muriel was taking afternoon tea on the terrace with Bessy, to discuss a menu for a dinner for the bishop. Taking tea with Betty had become, a weekly occurrence, it was a moment to make less formal contact with the domestic staff, and the mistress had on this occasion a real wish to find out about her cooks kink, it was eating at her since she had heard of it… the trouble was to find a way to do it diplomatically.
“Bessy, you have had a week or two now since I spoke to Hodges, has he made any advances yet?” it was the opening sally. The cook shook her head sadly and said, “No mum, he`s sadly made no advances,” She laughed, “perhaps I am still a bit daunting for him, or he`s not sexually active.”
Now that was even more of an awkward point as the last couple of years Hodges had been secretly easing madams sexual tension with a tool that left her well provided for! Muriel thought it over then decided in for a penny, and she quietly said to her cook, “look Bessy, can we talk more woman to woman, just between the two of us while we take tea each week, as friends and not as employer and cook, we are both women of the world and I want, well a friend, even if we are separated by the class divide, a barrier normally, another woman of the same age bracket to talk with, do you think we can do that without falling out?”
The cook was touched, never before having had her employer even hinting at the chance to communicate like this, she replied that, “she would be most happy as poor Mary, was not the most communicable and all these years she had craved some other female to talk with, even once a week like this!” Muriel smiled saying that, “she too felt isolated, so from now onward when they were totally alone, they were friends. They shook hands on the deal, sealing the agreement with a large cream horn apiece.
Laughing like a pair of schoolgirls they swapped secrets, Muriel, telling her cook about her husband`s and her son`s homosexuality, still at that time i*****l. The cook then telling her she suspected that already, though so far it had been never been confirmed, neither of the young boys showing any interest in things sexual with her, and not with Mary if she was any judge, finishing, “that’s why I was so happy about Monty when he touched me that day, mum!” that was enlightening at least. The cooks next sentence, that Monty, was a great lover, and whoever taught him was a real good teacher, had Muriel, choking on the cream horn. Grinning she said, “thanks for the compliment Bessy, I am afraid it was me…!” Bessy`s jaw dropped, then they both spontaneously began to laugh! Homosexuality, i****t, was there any other hidden secrets?
“Monty, has no secrets from me I am afraid and I asked him, for details of your trysts, partly as I wanted to know for my own satisfaction that he ‘performed satisfactorily’ and partly for my own excitement, is that terrible Bessy? ” Bessy blushed, then she said, “he told you then about my personal game, did he?” the big lass was red, and had started to rise, Muriel knew this would be the make or break moment, and was quick to say “ Yes Bessy, he did and before you get yourself annoyed or embarrassed, I want to tell you I am not in any way judgemental, and I am very interested in the whole subject, I have been spanked and caned, as punishments of course, as a girl, but all I got from it was pain, so I don’t understand and I would love you to explain it to me.” Bessy sat down once more and Muriel poured her more tea, which she took to gain her time to sort her thoughts, then she said, “I don’t really understand it myself.” Then she told her employer about her husband, how it all began, and how it grew, the feelings of not being in control when bound or secured, and of the marks, the lasting discomfort, and its reminding her of her man and his control of her even when away. Muriel during all this, sitting spellbound, then finally patting her cooks hand and saying “thank you, that must have taken you a lot of willpower to put that into words, we shall have to see what comes of it, my son seems to enjoy it and enjoy you my dear.” Hodges appeared, a telegram in hand telling of the master being home on Saturday for the dinner party, and the subject was quickly dropped.
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