In truth, Liam was not overly tired. It had been an easy day, and his body was used to the work out. He really wanted to look at the next few pictures that had been sent to him. So, he quickly removed his clothes and threw them into the wash; picking up his lap-top and turning out the light, he lay down on the bed. He plugged his phone into the computer so that he could see the images on a larger screen. Making the sense of anticipation last even longer, he started with the first image again. The HD picture showed all of the detail of the black stocking. The expensive material, that he thought might be silk, glistened in what appeared to be the natural light within the room. The picture was pretty much completely of the woman's thigh, very little was discernible around it.
He opened the second. He liked the artistic way the picture had been taken. That mysterious reaction within him to stockings, stocking tops and bare expanse of flesh above was for some reason enhanced by the suspender strap. As he lay naked upon the bed, the impact of the pictures began to have the obvious influence upon his, up until then, latent member. Slowly his flesh began to engorge with blood. The coil of erectile tissue was no longer happy resting quietly upon his balls and sought attention. It had been tormented a number of times that day, and now demanded recompense. Liam ignored his burgeoning erection and tapped on the next image. The cleavage before him was even better on the bigger screen. The breasts were full and firm, the bra seemed to be under some stress holding the globes of flesh in check. The valley between the two mammary glands invited Liam in for a closer look. The next image made Liam think a little about Izzy's cleavage. Her breasts were of approximately the same size he thought. In fact, he admitted to himself, if he had to choose his preference, he would be hard pressed.
He was now at the fifth image. He looked at his cock as it rose from his groin, cobra-like. It was now in a full state of rude health, and bobbed as each strong beat of Liam's heart refreshed the life-giving hydraulic pressure within it. He reached out his fingers and gently ran them from the head downwards, dragging with them his foreskin, until the head was completely exposed. It glistened in the light from the landing that dared to creep into his room through the slightly ajar door opening. He gripped his weapon at the base and held it, feeling the hardness and pulsing that surged through his veins. He opened the fifth image.
The image opened and was a full body shot. It showed all of the parts that he had just seen in the one image. "Phew!" He sort of whistled as he looked at the rather stunning, full breasted image of the woman. She looked exquisite. The lingerie was obviously expensive, all pieces matching. It was an amazing fit, and fully enhanced the sexual attractiveness of a woman that, he was sure would look fucking good naked. He zoomed in the picture taking all of the curves, the bare tanned skin. The black lacework. He paid particular attention to the suspender belt. An archaic contraption it might be this day and age, but God it looked hot on the woman. He looked at the image around the pubic area to see if there was pubic hair visible through the skimpy little black knickers, seeing none, he assumed she shaved down there. "Wow. What a woman. If she were mine, she would be wearing this stuff all the time."
Liam felt his cock pulsing beneath his fingers. The reveal of the picture was more exciting than he could have thought. Perhaps it was the beautiful subject matter? Perhaps that the images were illicit, not really meant for him to open? Maybe it was the voyeuristic feeling he had, as if seeing this all through a keyhole or opened curtain, without the subject being aware? In fairness, his cock didn't care about any of that. It just wanted to release the build-up of the day's excitement. Liam could already see a droplet of pre-come boil up his shaft and leak from the urethra. He clicked on the sixth image, realising that it was a video, the sound blurted out as he always had the volume on his computer set to maximum. He quickly turned the sound down, and watched the video, captivated in less than a second.
Charlotte's programme had finished. She had scooted about the place, quickly tidying up and collecting the odd cup here and there, taking them to the kitchen, turning out the lights as she went. She felt awake and not really sleepy at all. But it was her usual time for bed, so she elected to try anyway. Checking the front door was secured, she headed up the stairs quietly in case Liam was asleep. Charlotte was still in the habit of checking on her son, before she went to bed, just like she had when he was small, though she would never admit it to him. At his door she looked into his room. She could see his computer was on as it faced the door. She thought he had gone to sleep whilst watching a film and was about to go in and turn it off, when she realised, she was wrong on a number of counts!
Her eyes grew wide as her brain began to compute what she was seeing before her. The minimal light in the room, came from the computer screen and the small amount filtering past her, from the landing. But she could clearly see Liam was laying on the bed, completely naked. Standing tall from his crotch was a huge erect cock. Stiff, throbbing it seemed to call to her, 'look at me, look at my magnificence!' Her eyes were rivetted to the pulsing flesh as it quivered before her. Charlotte's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes flicked to the screen as she heard the moans and cries of a woman, evidently in the throes of passion and lust.
