"Looks like it is between this socket and the one over there." Liam pointed out the offending socket. "If it is anything like our place, then it could be mouse damage. Look, it is getting late. And I'm sure you want to be getting to bed. Either way, I cannot fix this now. So, I'll leave things as they are. I'm free tomorrow, so can pop round then. You don't need to be here if you are happy to give me a spare key. I can fix it whilst you are at work. It is all safe for now as it is isolated. Or you can get a professional in. As I said before. I only dabble."
Izzy looked serious again and said, "Yes Liam, it is getting late. But I am more concerned that I am keeping you up, rather than worrying about me. Look, I'm really grateful. Of course, I am happy to give you a spare key, and please keep it. I have nothing to worry about where you are concerned, as I trust you completely. If you think you can fix this, then I would prefer you over some guy that I don't even know. As you know, I leave at 07:00 for work. So, depending on when you pop round I may or may not see you. Just knock a couple of times, just in case I am running around with not much on. She smiled at him and as he stood, leaned in again to kiss him on the cheek. Whispering as she did. "God bless Charlotte for having such a handy, handsome son."
She appeared not to notice that her breasts were rubbing against him. Liam on the other-hand could think of nothing else. Izzy broke contact eventually to get the key, saying, "When you do come around, please help yourself to tea or coffee, there is plenty there, so have as much as you want."
Turning to pick up his tools and hide his embarrassment, Liam said, "Ok then, I'll pop over in the morning. I must be going now. See you tomorrow and thanks for the key." He ducked out of the house quickly, before he gave into her charms completely; almost running to his front door. Slipping in the key, he let himself in and smiling, closed the door behind him. 'What a woman, she could cause me some considerable damage, but what a way to go?' He thought to himself.
Liam nipped into his mother's bedroom before going to his, just to make sure she was ok. To his surprise, she was exactly how he left her, about an hour ago; she had not moved. He smiled, content that she was ok and turned to leave. At the door he thought that he had better put her to bed properly so he walked back to her bed. Charlotte's legs were still hanging off the bed, her feet not quite touching the floor. He leant over her pelvis area and undid the belt and released the buttons that ran down the front of her skirt.
He then knelt down between her open legs. He could not help himself from looking up the skirt again, to see her panties, this time free of any concern that she might catch him doing it. But he was immediately ashamed with himself, so grasped the hem of the skirt and pulled it down over his mother's wide hips and onto her toned thighs. The action felt really weird, so much so that he almost stopped, thinking that what he was doing was wrong? Disrobing his mother was not something he had had to do before, but he reminded himself that he was doing this for the right reasons.
Having manoeuvred the skirt over her firm rounded buttocks and womanly hips without waking her. He stopped with the waist-band of the skirt at the top-most part of her thighs, just below her panties. The panties that his mother wore made his heart skip a beat. He bent over her to examine them in more detail, the half-light from the hallway outside making it difficult to be certain. But on closer examination of the small white undergarment, he was sure. These were one of the pairs that he had taken from her draw those 2 years back and added to his collection of his mother's underwear. As he stared at his mother's crotch, those feelings came flooding to the fore, he could not help his cock from rising in his shorts, the stiff erection beginning to poke its way out of the leg making him uncomfortable in so many ways.
Trying to get himself under control, he pulled on her skirt further to remove it, only to reveal that she was wearing hold-ups rather than tights. This revelation almost causing him to have an 'accident'. He stopped again with the garment at her knees, just so he could take in the thrilling view. Finally he fully removed the skirt from her, dropping it to the floor. He was faced with two of the things he found he was least able to resist. Stockings and panties. The fact that they both belonged to his mother and were both currently being worn by his mother, made his cock begin to twitch ferociously.
Dare he remove his mother's blouse? It made no difference to him now how honourable his intentions. He knew he was getting pleasure, sexual pleasure, from this act and could not stop now. He started to unbutton his mum's blouse and was just below her breasts when she stirred. She moaned and said something unintelligible, but remained asleep. Liam carried on undoing the buttons, then pulled on the sleeves to remove the garment altogether. As he was leaning over her, she stirred again, her eyes flickering open. "Wh...what...Liam...what are you doing?"
"Just putting you to bed mum."
"Ohh. Thank you, Liam." Charlotte wrapped her arms about his neck over balancing him so that he fell upon her. Charlotte giggled and said "UUmmm. I must get you to cuddle mummy more often."
Liam was well aware that his erection was at full strength. He was also well aware that he was nestled in between his mother's parted thighs, and that his cock was trapped between him and her crotch, their intimate parts separated only by microns of clothing. She had wrapped a leg about him further exposing her genitals to his throbbing phallus. He struggled with himself, eventually extricating himself from her embrace and standing, he tugged down the bed sheets; lifting his mother easily into the bed and resting her head upon the pillows. He then pulled the sheet back over her, seeing that she had drifted off again, he kissed her upon the forehead and picking up her clothes, threw them over the back of her dressing table chair; before he left.
As he carried out his ablutions, before he got into bed, his mind wandered between Izzy and her large breasts, her long lithe legs and firm arse. All his for the taking it would seem. He had pretty much had an erection from the point of opening the door to her. And then there was his mother, strange that she was wearing those panties and stranger still, how they still had that same appeal for him. It had been a couple of years since he had even thought about this fetish of his. Yet today, he did. Today his mum mentioned his old fetish too. And today, he found out that she was wearing a pair of his favourites; and stockings besides, coincidence?
Both sets of thoughts scared him somewhat. There was an element of perversion, an undertone of wrong doing, a large helping of shame and to his horror, he realised, a crystallisation of his wants and needs. He carried these thoughts into the arms or Morpheus.
He was up bright and early next morning, as normal. Taking time for a pee and to clean his teeth, before he slipped on some pants and socks and his overalls. He was pretty sure that he would be climbing around in Izzy's loft space to fix the problem, if not pulling up her floors; both dirty, hot jobs, so he didn't want to wear too much. He stuck his head around his mum's bedroom door and found her still asleep. So, wrote her a quick note and put it on her bedside cabinet. Just to say where he was. Liam then nipped down the stairs. He rarely had breakfast. Preferring his protein drinks. So, grabbed one from the fridge that he had pre-prepared, and headed over to Izzy's. The car was gone, so he was sure she was not in the house, but he knocked anyway, just in case, then let himself in.
Having checked out the continuity of the circuit last night, he was pretty sure that the problem was in the wiring. It was just a question of where? Knowing the lay-out of the house, he was more than aware that the floor he needed to lift to get to the wiring was of course in Izzy's bedroom. He walked up the stairs with trepidation. Not because of Izzy this time, more in fact because of her absence. 'Could he trust himself to stay clear of her underwear draw?' His mum's constant references to his 'collection' was bringing back his fetish to the fore. He knew if he had a look, then he would likely take something. So was studious; getting straight down to the job in hand.
The bed was covering the spot he would need to investigate. But before disturbing everything. He knelt down at a point where the bedroom carpet was exposed and pulled up the deep-piled weave. If he could not pull up the floor-boards, then moving the bed was pointless. He was lucky. The floor-boards were made from long lengths of pine, nailed to the joists. With a pry-bar, they could easily be lifted. He set the carpet back in place and walked over to her bed to move it.
Grabbing the bed at the head-board, he swung it easily out of the way. He was impressed with Izzy at how clean and dust-free the carpet was, she obviously regularly vacuumed under the bed. Moving to the foot of the bed, he lifted that and shunted it in the same direction. Liam pulled back instinctively, greeted as he was by a large latex rubber erection, sitting atop a good representation of a pair of balls, both mounted on a moulding of a man's stomach and hips. A smile broke out on his face "So," he said voicing his thoughts, "She likes to sit on top, does she?"
He bent over the object of sexual self-pleasure, quite intrigued at how accurate a facsimile it was. He then moved it back under cover and out of sight. Smiling again to himself, he wondered when the sex toy had been used last? But the thought instantly started to affect his groin area, so he again forced himself to regain control and get on with the job he was there for.
