This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no under-age sex or cruelty.
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You have probably read my husband's account of his conversation with young Brian and our later discussions concerning the situation. Everything he related is absolutely true but inevitably we both had slightly different versions of events.
I suppose my own feelings were affected by my previous thoughts about my tutor Mrs Grace and I was becoming infatuated by our Cleaning Lady, Mrs Miller whom I tended to see in the same light as Mrs Grace.
Also I hadn't fully shown my feelings to my husband when he talked about how well-endowed young Brian was. To be honest I had thought a lot about Brian and it tended to really come to fruition when I had squeezed past him in the shed.
To feel his penis pressing into my tummy with its special shape at the top did in fact give me an orgasm which I had to disguise. Having said that I couldn't help pressing myself into him as I slid past. I know I had to watch how carefully I spoke. I was afraid I may even squeak.
Actually when my husband had explained to me later, that the special shape I had felt was young Brian's knob at the end of his penis I did pant and when I questioned Bruce about it, my voice did squeak a bit.
When I had got back to the house I deliberately avoided seeing Mrs Miller and had immediately gone to the bathroom. Ostensibly I was just going to have a pee.
In reality as I sat there with my panties around my ankles as I imagined that I had Brian's penis out and was easing the foreskin up and down his massive rod. I could almost see the the top with the wide open slitty eye where his sperm would soon erupt.
In my fantasy I was unsure who came first. I could hear his mother hoovering in the hall outside the bathroom and knew I had to stop and get on with my work.
I swiftly pulled my panties up and adjusted my skirt. Had a quick wash and went through the toilet door.
Mrs Miller was so calm and serene and smiled without speaking. I made some comment about having just taking Bruce and Brian a cup of tea and toast out to the shed.
She smiled at me but I could help thinking she must have noticed how short my skirt was. I just escaped into my office.
The rest of the day had followed uneventfully until Mrs Miller had knocked politely at my office door and asked me if I could ring my husband to tell Brian she was ready to leave. I did as she asked and they both left. As they left Mrs Miller gave us a little wave. I think Bruce mentioned later that we were all part of a complex series of events which were a little taboo but very exciting. I thought that as well.
That evening Bruce told me everything that had transpired during the day. I could see the subjects he and Brian had talked about excited Bruce, and his excitement was very obvious as he retold the story to me. I also enjoyed listening to my husband and didn't hide my own excitement.
That night we had some glorious squishies partly due to our fantasies and partly due to the events of the day. Bruce was embarrassed about his own shortcomings but the excitement was exaggerated due to Brian's obvious large attributes. I could see that Bruce was excited by his own embarrassment and possibly his humiliation. In the morning I told him how much I loved him. My love was real. I really loved my Bruce.
The next morning, the Millers arrived on time as usual. Brian went straight to the shed as I knew Bruce had some work lined up. Mrs Miller just started her tasks with her usual efficiency. I smiled at her and went to my office. It wasn't so much to start work as to reflect on what Bruce and I had said to each other the previous night.
He had told me with all sincerity how much he enjoyed the excitement of the fantasies and he liked to think of me with Daddy as he watched what was being done to me.
His words excited me. He was telling me he wanted to be my fantasy cuckold and watch me being mounted.
I could see there was much reality in what he was saying. I don't think it was entirely fantasy.
His last words didn't even refer to fantasy. He wanted to be my cuckold. He wanted to watch me being fucked. I realised that I also wanted him to watch me being mounted.
I had imagined lying on the bed without any clothes on sucking Brian's mighty cock as Bruce stood at the side watching me.
I knew my feelings were reaching a crescendo. I wanted Brian to have me. I knew I had to talk to his mother. But how?
I took a deep breath and walked to the door of my office. I knew that Mrs Miller was in the hallway working. I poked my head out and said "Mrs Miller, I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes to have a word."
She smiled "Certainly Maam. I have just finished the hallway." She was always so respectful.
She came in and sat on the comfortable settee and waited for me to talk. I was a bit jumbly but started by asking her if she had cleared it with Father Flynn to give me confession. She realised how I was feeling and told me that there was no problem and she could start that in a few days.
We had already started to have some very frank discussions about my fantasies already and I was really clumsy as I started to tell her about some of my thoughts.
She smiled encouragingly "We can't really start the full Confession until Monday but if you want to tell me things in advance, Father Flynn has said it is quite acceptable."
I gulped in some more air and started to tell her about Bruce's conversations with Brian and then more about my chats with Bruce the previous night culminating in us making love and fantasizing and talking about her son.
I said I felt guilty and needed some sort of absolution.
She was very calm as she told me "You are making a mountain out of a molehill, Mrs Ross. There is not much wrong with what you said or what you or your husband were doing. When you boil it down, the main thing you did last night was to be mounted by your husband. That is something God wants you to do."
Thinking about it that way, she was right. Actually I was starting to think that everything that Mrs Miller said or did was right. She was so wonderfully sensible. It was almost like talking to Mrs Grace or my mother.
I did say quietly "But we were talking about your son, Mrs Miller and about how big his penis is and it excited us both."
She chuckled "Of course Brian's penis would excite you both Mrs Ross. You have to remember how tiny Brucie is. It is bound to make you think about it and as you know Little Brucie likes to be embarrassed so the comparison is bound to excite him."
It was noticeable how she used the term 'Little Brucie'. I had started to think of him like that myself.
I nodded. I did explain about how I went out the shed and squeezed past her son and how nice it was for me. Again she smiled "Brian told me. It excited him as well. I think he would like you to do that more often."
She seemed to have an answer for everything. I moved on to the thought I had had about Brian ravishing and raping me.
She went more serious and pulled a face. "He would not want to rape you Mrs Ross. You would have to be willing before my Brian would mount you and it would have to be with Mr Ross's permission.
I knew I shouldn't have used the rape word and apologised. I explained "It is just that Little Brucie and I are confused where the fantasies end and reality begins. She smiled and I realized how I had referred to my husband.
She smiled. "Let's begin at the beginning, Mrs Ross and see whether or not you are committing any sins. Let's assume for a moment that you let Brian ravish you. You can pretend it's without your permission but we know it is really. You want it to happen."
I nodded. "Yes Mrs Miller."
She continued "And then consider your husband. He is conscious of his little Winkle and knows how big Brian's huge penis is. We also know he likes being humiliated so if it happened he would enjoy it."
I nodded again "Yes Mrs Miller but he did talk about watching me being had."
