The Vicar's Wife and her Son

[Tibxo]

Margaret Steward has no sympathy for the woman standing opposite her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs McDouglas, but the school is no gonna change their minds." She says in her thick Glaswegian accent. "Yer daughter was warned time an' time again an' she dinna listen."

"But Mrs Steward." Pleads the woman. "If she gets expelled, there's nae other school tae take her. Not this late in the year."

"I am sorry. But our mind's made up. Now if ye excuse me, I hafta get home and cook the Vicar his dinner. Good day."

Leaving the visably shaken woman in her wake, Margaret quickly heads for home. She cannot believe that the woman had stopped her in the middle of the High Street and tried to persuade her, as the head of the school board, to take her daughter back.

And how she can possibly be expecting another baby at her age!!!??? Nae wonder she has no control over her bairns!

The fact that Mrs McDouglas is still having sex at 35 is quite disgusting. She and Thomas (her husband) had stopped straight after having her Charles.

"Nae!" She says to herself with finality as she enters the house. "That girl is nae getting back intae our school."

"Charles!!?? Are ye in???" She calls out as she pulls the scarf from her head.

"Aye, Mother! I'm upstairs studyin'." He shouts back.

She smiles to herself as she starts dinner preparations. Charles is such a good boy these days. Unlike that McDouglas girl.

Despite the delay caused by Mrs McDouglas, Margaret has the table set and the dinner on the table by 6pm sharp...



Tib Note: I am looking for a lady writer to join me in a tale of incestuous lust and passion between a Vicar's wife and her son in Bonnie Scotland. I do propose a slight twist however, in that I write the female part while whoever's interested writes for the son. I am also looking for some plot development, rather than just getting directly into the shagging.

Any takers?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Charles hastily shut down the site he'd been looking at on his computer when he heard the sound of his mother's voice. He could only begin to imagine what she'd do if she knew he'd been surfing for porn. She'd probably skin him alive and then send him off to some remote seminary.

It had started out quite innocently, in fact. He'd been Googling for some images without the "safe filter" on and... Well, there were some images that linked to sites that had other kinds of stuff. Of course he'd had a look see. What red blooded guy wouldn't have? A smart one wouldn't have, Charles thought to himself. At least not one who had Margaret Steward for a mum. He pressed his hand over the uncomfortable bulge in his trousers, hoping it would go away before dinner.

Charles Steward was a geek. Top of his form at school, he didn't have many friends. None at all, actually. He was tall and gangly, with feet the size of battleships and a complexion that warranted much of the teasing he got from both the guys and the girls. He knew he'd grow into himself sooner or later, but he prayed every night that it would be the former.

It was like he'd been cursed with a double whammy at birth. He was the Vicar's son, for one thing. No one wanted to play with him just in case he told that they'd done something bad. No one wanted to have to face the Vicar for any sort of wrongdoing. And then there was Mother. A veritable ogress in woman's clothing. She brooked no arguments and believed that children, in particular her son Charles, should be seen and never heard.

She was loath to spoil him and never spared the rod -- oftimes pulling down his trousers and spanking him right over her lap, though she had stopped using her hand some time ago, switching to a paddle as he grew older. He'd finally wised up enough to avoid that type of punishment, but he was also smart enough to know that age would never stop her from meting it out if she felt justified in doing so.

Distracted by the dull throbbing of his semi-erect penis, Charles realized that he was still rubbing along its length. He leaned back in his chair, adjusting himself so he wouldn't feel so cramped. Maybe that would make it go down. He could hear his Mother talking to Da about Carrie McDouglas downstairs. Charles didn't really know what had happened to get her expelled, but he knew he'd miss seeing the pretty redhead... and her tits. God they were big!

Schwing!!!

Charles groaned softly. Thinking about Carrie's tits was not the way to get rid of this boner. He glanced quickly at the clock, wondering if he had time to do something about it before six. Dinner was always promptly at six.

 

[Tibxo]

Margaret Steward

(OOC: Ah a familiar face . Now, Miss Marvels, what I want to know is are you going to behave or are you going to try and rip the clothes of my character like you do in our other threads??? )

It is one minute to six and her son is not down yet.

"Where is that boy?" She sighs. Charles knows better than to be late for dinner. Fortunately, a second later, Charles comes running in, his face looking flushed.

"Where've ye been? Ye were almost late." She gives him a dirty look.

"Sorry, mum. I was in the bathroom." The boy says as he sits down.

"Hmmm." Moving past to him to get her chair, she runs a hand over his forehead, causing him to flinch. "Yer face's hot. Ye are not comin' wit' anything are ye, lad?"

"No, mum."

Giving him another look, she sits down and waits for her husband to give thanks for the food on the table - a nice roast turkey.

In silence, they eat their meal. After their dinner, they have apple pie and custard - completely home made. Margaret always takes pride in her meals - not relying on the stuff you get from supermarkets.

Only when the table is cleared, do they finally speak. First the Vicar tells them of his day which is always the same. Apart from the fact he helped Mrs Higgins across the road.

"And how was yer dae, Charles?" Asks his mother...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Do I know you then, Mr. Tibvo??

How was my day? One of my favorite wanking fantasies has been kicked out of school and you ask 'how was my day, Charles'? Argh!

Charles, who was sitting at the table between his parents, gathered his thoughts. Looking at his mother, his eyes were drawn from her face to her bust where her fingers were fiddling with a button on her blouse. His own face turn a bright shade of red as he felt his penis stir and he suddenly felt quite sick at his stomach.

"I... It... "

"Well, speak up, boy! I asked you a question." Mother paused to take a closer look at her son. "Are ya well? I ken ya don' look sa gude." Reaching over, she put her hand on his forehead and then on the back of his neck as she always did when checking for signs of "fever" -- or any other malady that might have befallen him.

Charles, relieved that his undesired erection had immediately gone back down behind her scathing tone of voice, replied "I'm fine, Mother. Just a long day and exams tomorrow. And I heard... " Did he dare ask? Of course he'd heard rumors in the locker room as to why Carrie had been expelled, but something perverse in him wanted to hear his mother say it out loud. "There was talk that Carrie McDouglas was given the boot from school today."

He almost winced at the fire in her eyes as Mother glared at him. "And just what did ya hear, lad? Never mind. It's nae your business at any rate. The Board made its decision and we'll stand by it. She's an evil girl, that one. The whole of the school and the village are best shed of the likes of her. If you've got exams, you best get to back to your study straight away."

Uh huh, Charles thought to himself. The stories must have been true. He felt his dick start to harden again, and pressed his hand against the bulge that was threatening to burst through his trousers. Think. Think of something else, he urged himself. The sooner it goes down you can go upstairs and... His cock gave an appreciative throb as he waited for Mother to say the word so he could get away.

 

[Tibxo]

Margaret Steward

(OOC: Hmmm. Me thinks you do. Unless you have mixed me up with that Tivbo guy.)

"Well, I'm goin' intae the Living room an' have a read o' mae paper." Announces the Vicar, getting up and leaving the mother and son alone in the dining room.

Margaret eyes her son curiously. Despite what her son has just told her, she is sure he is coming down with something.

Well. A bit o' mae Cod Liver Oil will help him some, and she pours him a small glass.

His face drops when she hands it to him.

"Aw, Mum. Do I?"

"Yes. It'll dae ye the world o' guid. I don' want my wee bonny lad goin' doon wi' something." She tells him matter of factly whilst leaning over him - a heavy breast resting on his shoulder.

She watches the boy swallow the contents down before taking the glass away from him, ruffling his hair.

"Guid boy." She quickly rinses out the glass and puts in on the draining board before returning to the table and sitting down.

"Charles, before ye go upstairs an' study. I want a wee word wi' ye. I was talkin' tae Mrs McTavish." She sitting directly opposite the child, her heavy chest lying on the table as she leans forward. "She says ye hae been distracted at school of late. Any idea whit she's talkin' aboot?"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Might be -- and yes, he is sexy as all get out.

Charles suddenly wanted to fall into the biggest, deepest hole he could find. That witch, McTavish just had to go to Mother. Probably wanted to rack up some points in hopes of a pay raise, he thought wickedly. He had heard Mother and Da discussing next year's budget more than once of late.

He couldn't rightly tell Mother that he was staring up old McTavish's dress to get a peek at her knickers. Lately she'd been spreading her legs even wider -- almost as if she knew what he was up to. Well, he had to tell Mother something. When she asked a question she was worse than a pit bull who had its jaws full of someone's leg.

Mother fiddled with the buttons of her blouse while she waited, and Charles' eyes felt as they were glued to the large, fleshy pillows that jiggled as she sighed. "Weil? I'm waitin'."

Think! Think! Think! Charles was not given to telling untruths and was certain that no matter what he said, Mother would know and it would gain him a stropping or some terrible punishment at the very least. But he had to tell her something.

"I wonder what they look like?"

"What? What are you goin' on aboot?? What what looks like? Are ye daft, boy?"

Charles face must have turned every shade of red imaginable. He hadn't meant to say anything out loud... especially not anything about his mother's tits. Even if they were the biggest he'd ever noticed before.

"The stars, Mother... I wonder what they look like," he waffled. McTavish taught science and they were doing a chapter on the solar system. Good save, Charles! But you're not out of the woods yet.

"Miss McTavish breezes through the lessons," he continued knowing full well it would earn him some extra schoolwork. Mother hated when she thought he wasn't learning at his full potential. "I guess I get to daydreaming and wishing I could really see them -- not just a description or pictures in a book. I find myself thinking about what I can find on the computer when I get home." Also true, but it wasn't stars he was searching for in his free time. His willie gave a throb of appreciation at the last bit.

"I... I'm sorry for disappointing you, Mother. I am still getting top grades -- she must have told you that much at least in my favor. Perhaps I could get a telescope so that I could actually see... " Uh huh. See the neighbor lady as she undresses maybe. Charles tried to look suitably forlorn. In fact he was a bit sad that he'd had to tell a lie, but he really wanted this whole discussion to end so that he could go back upstairs to the safety of his room and...

He shifted in his chair as Mother moved her hands away from her blouse, leaving the buttons undone. He could almost get a peek. Almost. Charles leaned forward to see if he could.

 

[Tibxo]

Margaret Steward

"I... I'm sorry for disappointing you, Mother. I am still getting top grades -- she must have told you that much at least in my favour. Perhaps I could get a telescope so that I could actually see... "

She looks over at her boy and sees the sad look on his face.

"Ye dinnae disappoint me, honey. As long as ye dae yer best, that is guid enough fer me." Going over to him, she pulls her baby's face into her massive chest.

"Ye still look a wee bit flushed to me, honey." She says as she finally pulls away. "I suggest ye go upstairs an' dae yer homework an' then have an early night. I'll come up later tae make sure ye are okay."

"Aw, mum."

"Nae arguments." She tells him sternly and the boy leaves the room...

(OOC: Tib's Dating Agency: I will have a word with him for you and see if I can set the two of you up. There will be a charge mind (gotta make my cut))