Charlotte had finished her shower, but felt none the better for it. She couldn't get to grips with what was going on in her head. Why did she keep dreaming about Liam? More specifically, having sex with Liam? Surely, she wasn't really contemplating that she should have sex with her son? That was just wrong on so many levels. Why then did her stomach churn every time she thought about seeing his impressive cock standing up-right as he watched that video? A video that she now knew was of Izzy, stuffing a rubber cock into herself. And was of her dressed in what looked like very erotic lingerie. Why was she having feelings of jealousy towards Izzy?
She stood before the mirror naked, her nipples were huge again and throbbed in painful erection. "Have you not had enough? Stop the torment please!" She spoke to herself, putting her palms over her breasts, to remove the sight of her body's insubordination. She did not expect a response, but was not surprised when she got one.
"Seems Liam is a man of action and not at all like his mother, who just thinks about 'doing' her son, but never has enough courage to get around to it."
"STOP!" She screamed. "STOP THIS NOW!"
Laughter was the only response she received, as she turned away from the mirror and without thinking about the process, got herself dressed. She walked down the stairs and saw that Liam had again arranged breakfast things for her. He was such a thoughtful young man. Beneath her cup, which sat by the percolator, she noticed a folded bit of paper and opening it, read the note that Liam had left. 'Thanks for last night. I guess we both needed it'. Charlotte dropped the cup. As it hit the floor, it smashed into a hundred pieces, reflecting her brain's response, as it too seemed to tear itself apart with a myriad of thoughts and condemnations. Finally, her voice, strangled until now, spoke her feelings.
"Oh no! Oh no he didn't...God no...please. He didn't fuc...me...that wasn't his sem...NO!" She couldn't bring herself to voice what her brain had already accepted as true. 'He must have had sex with me, it would explain the semen, and the missing knickers and the...the note.' Her thoughts ran away with her. 'I can't believe he did that; I can't accept that my son fucked me as I slept, but he must have. Though surely, I would have woken up? Oh no, maybe I did wake up. But if I did, then why didn't I stop him? Because you didn't want to, why else did you orgasm so many times, if it was so wrong?' The miniscule details of what had happened last night were now flooding back into her mind, every last throbbing centimetre of them. She knew she was as guilty of duplicity as he.
"Oww, are we getting wet again my pretty? Do we want him, do we need him now?"
"No," Charlotte sobbed to the room. No stop!"
She desperately tried to pull herself together, distracting her thoughts by cleaning up the broken cup, then running upstairs for some tissues to wipe her face clear of tears. She suddenly felt the need to put on some make-up too, in the hopes that it would hide her recent tears. She looked upon her soiled bedsheets and tearing them from the bed, she wandered back down the stairs, hearing the front door slam closed.
Liam ran back to the house, confused, embarrassed and pleased. He had never witnessed anything that arousing before. She really did have the hots for him and he was not so sure he didn't feel the same way. This was crazy, he had not been out with a girl for ages, and now it looked like two wanted him at the same time? Assuming you could call Izzy a 'girl'? And assuming Natasha actually wanted to go out with him? He got to his front door, just as his phone advised him he had a message. He looked at it and saw it was a WhatsApp from Izzy. He opened it and saw a picture of her standing in the lounge scooping up his come on her fingers. Another showed those fingers in her mouth. Yet another showed that she had taken off her knickers and was offering them to him. There was a large wet patch surrounding the gusset. The first caption read 'Delicious!' The second, 'I could not waste it.' The third, 'Just so that you don't forget me. These are waiting for you, to add to your collection of my panties. Please rate my lingerie by giving it a star rating... I need to know that you like it. Oh, I'm not sure I can wait until the weekend; so, it is lucky I like masturbating! Maybe I'll send you some more pics.'
He smiled and sent a five-star rating, then the word 'Please', as a response. He then sent a message to his boss Jon at work. 'Sorry Jon, overslept from working late. I'll be a little late.' He got an almost immediate response. 'Hey Liam, don't worry. Don't bother coming in. Have another late one booked in for tomorrow, so you can make up the time on that job. See you tomorrow.'
Liam walked into the house forgetting for a moment, the state he was in. He replied to Jon with a simple 'OK', then walked to the stairs intending to go to his room and change. As he got to the bottom stair, his mother was coming down with an armful of dirty washing. "Oh, Liam..., I thought you had gone to work? But I'm glad you are here, I think we need to talk...What have you got all over your jeans? Oh Liam, is that seme..."
"I was just round Izzy's and I spilt some drink." He said, stopping her from finishing her sentence. "I'm not going to work now, as I have another late job booked for tomorrow, so Jon said not to bother coming in. So, I'll probably go to the gym early. I'm not seeing Natasha until tomorrow, so that will probably work quite nicely." He looked at his mum, immediately sensing that something was not right. "Are you ok? You look like you have been crying? You've got make-up on, are you going out?"
"Oh, I'm fine," she said, sounding anything but. "And no, I'm not going out, but we really do need to talk, so I'll make us a coffee and we can have a chat."
"Sure, it sounds serious?"
Charlotte went down the stairs and Liam quickly changed. He tried to wipe his jeans and boxers down to remove as much of his come as possible, but only succeeded in making it look worse, so turned the offending articles inside out to try and hide the mess. Getting into some fresh clothing, he went down stairs. As he entered the kitchen, his mother was sitting on one of the bar stools. Pensively, staring into space. He couldn't help but notice, her long legs were revealed almost entirely as they wound about themselves, serpentine fashion. Her little skirt no more than a homage to her usual skirt length, hid nothing of her toned flesh above the filigreed stocking top. Liam caught his breath, his mother's legs, clad in stockings was a real weakness of his. He felt a tingling in his cock, knowing that he would not be able to control it if he kept looking, this was despite having been emptied not moments before; it now appeared to be interested in some more. He looked at her top, the sun, streaming through the window, had created a back light. With her elbow as it was on the bar-top, he could see a loose breast in detailed profile, right down to the large erect nipple. He stood for way too long, staring at his mother's very fine figure. Only with a great effort of will, was he able to pull his eyes away.
As he sat down, he saw his note open on the work-top. "So, you saw, my note? My little way of saying thanks. It was the right thing to bring it out into the open, though I didn't think I needed it, I found out that you forcing the issue was for the best. And the way you handled it, well, you were great mum."
"The right thing to do...?" Her words stumbled out. "I forced you to do it? You liked the way I handled your...your co...?" She could not comprehend what he had said. "I'm not so sure Liam that fu..., I mean, I understand that it takes two Liam and therefore I have to accept my blame in this, but I just can't come to terms with the fact that you... that we..."
"I think what it has done," Liam carried on, un-aware of the gravitas of his mother's current thoughts. "Is free me from bonds that I had placed about myself. Bonds that were restricting me from doing what I needed to do, what I wanted to do."
"My God Liam, you just can't go around fucking people, I mean I am your mother!"
"No, I don't mean fucking necessarily," he interrupted her. "Though it did get a little close with Izzy today... I just mean that talking with you and discussing the other night, has made me realise things about myself, that's all. And so, thank you again for discussing it. I am grateful that you are my mother and that we can talk openly about it."
Charlotte's brain and body were numb. She stared into her coffee going over and over things again. 'Her son had fucked her last night, he just admitted it. But she had come, multiple times in fact, not least when he had filled her cunt with his semen and it felt so good, how could it be wrong? But he said he felt that she had forced him into doing it? 'I forced him? He liked the way I handled him? So, he obviously enjoyed the experience as much as I did?' She suddenly realised the truth of the matter, was that she had enjoyed the experience. Perhaps that was what was getting to her more than anything else?'
"Ah, now my pretty catches on..."
