Linking Demon Pt 13

"Hello Liam, you're early?" Charlotte walked out of the lounge. She was wearing her hair in a pony tail, and had on the same skirt that he had pulled off of her the other night. She wore another of his old tops, this time one of his rugby shirts. It was at least four sizes too big, the unbuttoned neck falling off of one of her shoulders. He could see no visible bra strap, so assumed she wasn't wearing one. His eyes instinctively flicked to her legs, they were bare, so he looked up into her eyes, trying not to show his disappointment. How did it go then, did you finish the job?"

"Yeah," he said with that boyish smile. "Working on a throttle body for an XKR. One day I might have one of those myself, though they are getting on a bit."

"Aren't we all darling. Did you go to the gym, you're earlier than I thought so I haven't prepared anything? Why don't you come and talk to me in the kitchen whilst I rustle up something? I didn't eat either."

"Sure, though nothing too heavy. If we still have some of that smoked mackerel left, I'll have that with some rye bread and a glass of orange juice. That'll do me."

"Ok, coming up sir."

He grabbed a seat and watched his mother flit about the kitchen. "How was Izzy then? Did she tell you why she was a little weird last night?" He was still debating what to do about that, and wondered if an appropriate time would come to discuss it. But he was also avoiding the other 'thing' that happened last night.

"Well, she did admit something to me. And I know you're gonna hate me. But we did discuss you a bit, and Izzy admitted that she does openly fancy you. I told her that she was not the most discreet of people, and that we obviously knew that she fancied you. She asked if I was ok with it?"

"Mum! I'm really not happy with you discussing me with Izzy."

"I know Liam and I made sure that we kept the conversation short on that subject. I think she was just after my permission really. And I told her that you were a grown man, so that decision is between you and her." Charlotte bent over to grab some plates out of the bottom draw. Her bum was pointed directly at Liam, he could not help but wonder what panties she was wearing. The skirt showing no panty-line was giving him no clue. As he looked, she moved sideways, the overly large rugby shirt had fallen away from her body, affording Liam with a partial view of the fully exposed underside of her breasts as they swayed unhindered beneath her. He looked away as his mum turned towards him. "What do you think you might do?"

"Not sure," he said, convinced that she had caught him staring. "I met Natasha at the gym again today. She is a great girl, and seems to be interested in me. I invited her out in six weeks' time and she said yes."

"Six weeks!" Charlotte laughed. "That's taking things a little slow?"

"Yeah, well she has employed me as her personal trainer. The gym does not allow fraternisation. Even though I am not technically on their books. I am getting paid for this. So better stick to the rules."

"Gotcha. That makes sense. So, what does this girl look like?"

"Beautiful. Think she might be from Italian descent. Dusky skinned, great sense of humour. Quite tall, long hair, green eyes. Seems to have a great personality too, but then we have only met twice. I'll no doubt find out more over the next six weeks."

"Oh, so Izzy has some competition then? That could be interesting. When Izzy want's something, she usually goes all out."

"Yes, I have already been on the receiving end of her 'all out.'"

"Oh, pray tell?"

"Can't. Promised her that I wouldn't say anything to you about it. Suffice it to say that it involved some selfies and a video, and some rather sexy black lingerie. But I really cannot say anything more. Though I was going to ask your advice on the matter. But it seems to be all out in the open now, so to speak?"

"What, what to do about Izzy, you mean? Or what to do about the video and the selfies? Oh wait, were you watching the video last ni..."

Liam looked directly at his mother. "How did you know?" He was not sure that he wanted to hear the answer.

"Oh, a guess really. I came past your bedroom and heard some noises, that I took to be you watching porn to be honest." She looked at her son, "Look Liam, there is nothing to be ashamed about. As long as the porn is between consenting adults, I have no trouble with it. Your dad used to watch it, and would want me to watch too. Though I have to say it did nothing for me really. As I say it is perfectly natural for a young man to want to watch whilst he masturbates."

"Mum!" Liam flushed immediately and looked away.

"Hey, that's not that I'm saying you were doing that. Just that it is perfectly natural. And whilst we are on the subject. I wanted to apologise for the way I reacted last night. I wasn't accusing you or uncovering my breasts or trying to see me naked. My mind was still in the dream, I was...I... was asking why you did what you did in the dream. And as for your, shall we say expansion..." She started to smile. "That is natural too. You are young, and faced with naked breasts, it is perfectly understandable if you get an erection. They are perfect breasts after all." She laughed trying to make light of the situation.

"They are perfectly nice breasts. But they are my mother's perfectly nice breasts and for me to get a... to become ere... for me to react like that is not perfectly natural."

"Look Liam." She reached across to lift his chin so that he was looking directly at her. The important thing here surely, is that it did not upset me, isn't it? I'm not ashamed of my body. And you shouldn't be ashamed of yours. I just wanted to make that clear. We have a very close relationship, that I don't want ruined by one bad dream and one misbehaving penis that doesn't do as he's told." She smiled again at her son. Is that clear?"

"Yes mum, and thanks for understanding."

She leaned forwards and placed a loving kiss upon his lips. "I love you Liam. How could I not understand? Having said that, and whilst we are talking about things coming out into the open." She got off the kitchen stool and went into the utility room. When she came back, it was displaying a pair of red panties between her two hands. "I thought we had put this to bed Liam? I'm pretty sure these are not mine. Are they Natasha's, they can't be Izzy's surely? No... wait...she didn't send these to you, did she?"

Liam groaned. He had forgotten that he had put them in his overall pocket, and then thrown the overalls in the wash. 'What an idiot!' His mind screamed at him. "No mum. I can't lie. They are Izzy's, but she doesn't know I have them. They were out on the drier in the utility room. I just couldn't help myself. I'll take them back when I next do a job for her. I promise."

"Well, at least they are clean, which is a relief. What has brought this back, I thought we were doing well?"

He looked hesitantly at his mother. But she wasn't going to let this drop, so said, "This is going to sound completely wrong, but it was when I pulled off your skirt the other night and found you were wearing one of the pairs of panties I had had in my 'collection'. I... seeing your...seeing you wearing them, well I seem to have been 'off the wagon' since then?"

"God Liam, you haven't taken any more of my panties, have you? Perhaps I shouldn't wear any knickers at all. Lord, what am I saying?"

"No mum, I haven't taken any of your panties, that would break our trust, I wouldn't do that, not again anyway." His brain couldn't decide of the two, wearing panties or not, he preferred his mother to be doing?

"Liam, I'll say nothing this time, but if I find any more... Anyway, I suspect after last night, we are both very tired. So, let's retire early ummm? If you will close down the fire in the lounge, I'll clear away."

Charlotte waited for Liam at the bottom of the stairs. He straightened the fire and closed the stove's doors. Then followed his mother up the stairs. Her bottom swayed enticingly in front of him, so he tried to divert his eyes. But they kept looking back. His thoughts returning to his mother's words, 'Perhaps I shouldn't wear any knickers at all.'

Charlotte turned at the top of the stairs. "Good night darling." She kissed him, then hugged him and kissed him again. The kiss lasting a second or two longer than the first. "Thank you for our chat. I feel that it has cleared the air."

"I think so too, though I'm not sure I will be coming to your rescue again! Certainly not in just my dressing gown." They both laughed. Then he suddenly thought. "So, what was I doing in your dream, that made you cry out and ask me to stop?"

Charlotte's, mouth opened a couple of times, with nothing coming out. Her nipples were becoming visible as she thought about her dream again. She told him another lie to hide her embarrassment. "Sorry, I just cannot remember much about the dream at all." Then tried to divert the subject by saying, "Don't play your videos too loud now, will you?"

"Mother!"

She slapped his bum and walked away.