391THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF TOBY TRIM 2

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391THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF TOBY TRIM 2391THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF TOBY TRIM 2Cyril came home, tired as usual, the big tractor, his home by day, needed filling the oil checking, and parking up, Beryl heard it arrive, her queue to serve his meal, Toby seeing to filling and parking the great b**st for him, a little thing he did for his dad each day since he had learnt to handle the big machine as a youngster.Little was said, hoeing a couple of fields of cabbages tended not to give a man much to talk about. Beryl being a brilliant plain cook, as usual having something tasty awaiting him. He sat to the meal, ate it with relish mopping the gravy with a slice of the fresh and crusty with the air of a man well satisfied with his lot. Apple pie and custard, the icing on the cake, well filled, our man thanked her, placing his plate in the sink. Next stop the shower, noting his wife`s wet hair. “had your shower have you?” he raised an eyebrow, at her nighty and dressing gown, a change from the usual work-things, she answered that “it was uncommon hot and baking had made her sweat a bit today,” he grinned, “ you will be tempting the boy in that get up, your still a tasty morsel young Beryl Trim,” he grinned, and a shudder ran through her, as she brushed him off saying, for him to “get along with you, he wouldn’t want an old bird like me, it`s not like when we was young, at 18 I wouldn’t have trusted you with my old granny, but k**s today are not so hard up as we was!” laughing Cyril muttered that “That was true enough, I seen Parson Blues daughter going in that old barn of Taylors, with the Baines lad, and I done remembered, us as k**s, just afore us was married my gal, and it had me sort of warm, so perhaps I might jest go for an early night if you have a mind” unbeknown to him he had luckily played right into her hands. Toby came in, just then, and together they shared a cool glass of local beer, the older man saying that “he would soon have to diesel my own machine up, an` tis, full I spose, and oiled, I shall miss moments like this when you get a ship, boy.” He was assured it was brim full and that the radiator had been topped up, he thanked the lad, saying he didn’t really need to ask did he! “Anyway lad, are you off down the pub tonight?” Toby laughed, “On bloody washers dad, do have a heart! “well tis high time I paid you for the work every evening, I think!” and with that he dropped the lad a twenty-pound note, from his wallet, with a wink that said a lot, saying he “was going to get an early night after a shower, as he was well tired!”Not being slow on the uptake, a quick wash up and a change of shirt saw the lad on his bike, the dog running at his side once more, away to the Crown, chuckling to himself that his mum had ‘struck lucky tonight,’ then laughing, knowing he had got there first… Beryl and the still damp Cyril were soon at the old game, she had taken the precaution of pin-holing his condom, he not wanting k**s had taken to the form of contraception, not wanting a vasectomy, as he always had said, “hers near the change so tis not going to be a problem for long is un, an I don’t want my balls cut about!Un-beknowing, he wore the holed rubber and like a couple of youngsters, they had some magic sex, he was going for anal, but she quickly said “later!” and diverted him into a more conventional channel, afterwards pointing out the leaky condom, as if it was a revelation! His cry of “Oh Bugger!” summed up the situation perfectly. He then saying that “they should have had anal then it would not have happened!” aydın escort Beryl assured him it was ‘just a minimal risk’ and they soon began again, this time anally. A couple of pints later and a game of darts with old Mike, the resident barfly, he mounted the bike once more and patient dog at the side of the bike, back he went in the late evening dusk, by that time the house had become silent once more, except for Cyril `s loud and contented snores.The clatter of the alarm started the day once more, another hot one, not a cloud in the sky. Cyril his pack lunch and a couple of bottles of cold tea, set off for the distant fields, another contract, another big dusty field.Beryl as usual saw him away, a Cheshire cat smile on his face, as he set off, the cat he believed having got the cream.Beryl herself felt the same, she felt desirable, for once wanted, and by not one but by both her lusty men. She sat, a mug of tea in hand, watching the sun rise to its full height, wondering what the day and the future would hold.Yawning and stretching Toby appeared, embolden now with his mother, he came up behind her and kissed her neck, his arms sliding round her to caress her breast`s in a most friendly fashion. She pushed him from her, annoyed at the familiarity, asking if he wanted breakfast, together they tackled bacon eggs and toast, sitting in the garden to eat and enjoy the summer day before the heat got unbearable. Laughing, Toby asked if she had managed to enjoy a night of passion, last evening? He was told curtly, to mind his own, “but” she said, “she would now not be worried if she was pregnant, as it was, in her words ‘covered!’” he looked relieved, it hadn’t been the foremost of his worries, but it had been a nagging at him in the back-ground. “Well done you, we should have been more careful, but no harm done then!”, the remark incensed her, “ No harm, you dipstick, ok I got carried away yesterday, but if I am up the duff, that’s years of work for me, like it was with you, baby minding, then bloody school, and so on, and a lot of expense we don’t need, not to mention living a lie for ever, I have been looking forward to your leaving home in some ways, not being saddled with another millstone for the next 20 years, so if you ever get it again it will be with a condom, or some other way, and we shall be more careful!”Cheekily, he asked with a grin, “OK, don’t get out of your pram, teach, so what`s todays lesson to be?”, and was told more than a little snappily “humility you cheeky sod, and you can do without if that’s your attitude!” the next ten minutes was spent with him generally backtracking, begging and attempting to re-ingratiate himself into her good books once more, saying he was sorry, and blaming his big mouth! He explained that he wasn`t taking anything, especially her, for granted, and wined that he only had a few days left to in which to learn a lot, even begged symbolically on his bended knee`s, but the damage was done, and she refused to just roll over and let him have her that morning, despite in actual fact herself wanting to enjoy another encounter. To make a point, she began work on her chores, sending him to the village shop for shopping, which he knew was unnecessary, but knowing when his mother was ‘of a mind’, a herd of wild horses would not budge her, so accepting defeat he grudgingly, did as bid, on the old bike once more, the dog trotting at his side, and him mentally cursing himself for his thoughtlessness .It took him an hour, there and back, and with his last bit of change aydın escort bayan from dads money, he bought her flowers, a last-ditch attempt to paper over the rift! On his return he found his mother sitting, fully dressed in her working clothes, having a coffee moment with the post-woman in the garden under the big old sunshade. The flowers were received with thanks and a kiss, but not perhaps with the passion he had hoped for, though he put that down to the visitor. He was asked by the post-woman, always a gossip, about the navy, and so on, then the coffee drunk she took her leave, the little red van trundling away leaving mother and son, to sort their differences. After a big chunk of humble pie, she slowly thawed, though he knew he needed to watch his step.Indoors once more she put the flowers in water, smiling once more, and he kissed her, this time noting with some relief that there was more passion in her side of the bargain… he did not push his luck.It was after the dinnertime snack, when he had washed up, that things took off once more, she took his hand silently, and together they mounted the stairs to the big B&B bedroom, not a word had passed between them till she kissed him , this time a lot more passionately, and began taking off her clothing, intermating with a nod that he should do the same. Each having stripped off themselves, they were soon naked. Again she kissed him, long and hard, then said, “you get cheeky or take liberties once more my laddo and that’s your lot, I won`t stand for it, you hear me, you want access to this body ever again, then you had best remember it…” he looked crestfallen, then promised to behave and apologised once more… her reaction was that “she was sure he just didn’t think this morning, but let it be a lesson” then she grinned and kissed him, sitting him on the bed and asking “what shall we cover today then?” He grinning now, said that, “by her reaction, when they had talked yesterday, she had given him the impression, that the spanking thing was not the only variation on sex, so would she like to expand his horizons?” she laughed that silvery chuckle of hers, “there`s more variations on sex than a man could shake a stick at!” she said looking deeply into his eyes, “some folk like one thing and some another, some folk find feet attractive others breasts, another backsides, some like spanking, some go further and are turned on by pain, or tying up, some like to see women take a leak, some even drink the stuff, some folk like sex with a****ls, others women having sex with other women, or men with men, oh the bloody list is massive, your spanking, well it just scratched the surface, it’s a big old pot of very differing games, and I spose you will find your own way one day lad!” he sat spell bound, thought for a moment then he said, “and you mum what do you enjoy?” she choked a bit at that, then said that “It was not normally thought a matter of good manners to ask a lady a question like that!” then she grinned and said, “ but as it happens, only as they needed to get on this week, and you’re apparently a novice with no idea about etiquette, I will make an exception,” then she explained that: she liked it up the backway, it is called anal, and she also liked a man to take control, to take her rather than pussyfoot around… and that she fancied trying both bondage, and spanking ,neither of which she had tried before if he must know, and only then because he had said he had imagined using her like that! In fact, she said she had thought of trying that today, escort aydın but he had been cheeky and lost them the whole morning!“Yes… well I have apologised mum,” he said, “but do tell me more about this anal stuff, if you like it so much, is it hard to do, does it hurt, do you get the same effect as what we did last afternoon?” she smiled, then said, “The advantage is I can`t get pregnant, and your dad didn’t want to have the snip, so he enjoys me that way now and then, and yes if you are not careful and use lubricant, it can be painful, but till my periods ,” she hesitated, then asked, “you do know what a period is don’t you?” he nodded, “yes mum dad calls it duck and run week, cos you get ratty!” she grinned and said, “ if his belly ached like that he would get ratty too!” then she went on, “ until my periods stop, it’s the safest way, though he does use condoms, neither of us really like them or trust them, especially after yesterday!” he of course asked about yesterday, but was told to “never mind!” and the subject changed quickly, simply by her asking if he wanted to try anal, which of course he jumped at! She sent him to her room for a tube marked KY, which was in her bedside locker, he was back in a trice, she meanwhile had taken up a position on all fours, her head at the pillow end of the big old bed.“Right my lad, smear yourself with a good blob of that, then do the same with me, inside and out of my bum, and don’t drip it on this bloody bed, I`ve enough to wash on Monday!” careful not to overdo it he did as he was bid, first himself, stiff as a ramrod now, and then around the puckered backside, her buttocks held open by her own hands, her voice a little muffled by the pillow, as she told him to push his finger gently inside and slather some lube about. Gently he did just that, amazed at the tightness, and the sensation of his actions.A moment or two passed then she said, “ok, now slowly now, slip it into me, I will probably scream a bit, but just take it slow and listen to my instructions and we will be ok!” He located the head, then slowly, oh so slowly pressed forward, and scream she did, he stopped, then as she quietened, he pressed on again, eliciting just a moan this time till he was fully mounted. His balls felt damp bumping against her wet sex, so he knew instinctively she was excited, but her slipping her legs out flat and the command, “Ok, now fuck me, and fuck me hard” confirmed it, and he began his instinctive jig once more, perhaps not hard, but steadily until he got the rhythm, then harder as he perceived she was loving the feelings, and grunting , for more with every thrust. Her fingers clawing at the counter-pain, whether in agony or ecstasy he knew not, nor cared much now, as overtaken with the joy of the act his instincts took over, that flood of power, he was her master, in control, riding her, taking her, enjoying her regardless, the tightness of her hold on him adding to the feelings …Suddenly the moment of ejaculation came on him and he pushed himself hard into her and held himself there, she could feel, just as he could, the hot seed spurting jet after jet through his pipe, filling her, pumping itself deep up into her bowel, as she came with an all-mighty grunting gasp of ecstasy.Again, that feeling overtook them, exhaustion mixed with joy, fulfilment, satisfaction and love. They lay, he on her back, arms outstretched, for balance, kissing at the back of her neck, and her ears, both of them awaiting their hearts to return to a more sedate pace.Finally, they parted, and again lay side by side fingers entwined, her lying face down in the vain hope of containing any overflow, he gasping “so that’s Anal!” and Beryl grinning, as she rose to go to the bathroom and nodding “yes lad, that was definitely Anal!”

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