Thank you for the many comments I have received about this, rather long story and the requests for me to finish it. I had forgotten that I had not really concluded it. But looking back, would agree it needed an ending of sorts. Thank you to all that have voted, making most of the chapters, hot favourites. I feel honoured.
There could be a couple of break out stories here with Izzy and Natasha, but that would be on demand only, so if you want them, please leave a comment. I am always grateful for comments or criticism as long as it is constructive, so please continue to leave. Now read on...
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Liam woke up a little later than usual. His bed was a maelstrom of sheets: the norm just recently. He stood and noted his cock was standing proud. The usual early morning predicament that most men find themselves in. His cock looked red and angry, like he had had recent sex and he wondered again about his dream. Upon the floor, he spotted some tan coloured stockings and wondered how the hell they got there, guessing that his mother had dropped them as she was collected his washing yesterday? Or did she remove them after fucking him last night! Suddenly the thoughts flooded back to him about the woman grinding down upon his rampant cock. That woman had been his mother. But it was a dream, surely? She would not have sucked his cock and mounted him, would she? He thought about this more and more as he did his ablutions and had his shower. Liam was not surprised that his cock maintained its vigour and if anything, got even harder, no matter how inappropriate his thoughts.
He threw on his bath robe after towelling himself down and went down stairs. He was surprised that his mother was not already up and about, and made her a coffee as well as one for himself, as he thought back over his 'dreams' if dreams they now were? Could his phantom woman have been his mother from the beginning? But why, why would she want to fuck her own son. But then if he were honest, he knew he hadn't got a leg to stand on in that area; always looking up her skirts, pinching underwear, looking at her breasts. No, he knew he had a mother fixation and that was what this was about. These must have been dreams?
He walked slowly and thoughtfully back up to his room with both cups of coffee. He knew he had better check on his mother, as she had not felt great the night before and it was unusual for her not to be moving around at this time. Putting his coffee on the bedside cabinet, he noticed the pair of panties besides the stockings that he had not seen when he got up. His face was suddenly red with heat. He recognised them instantly as his mother's. Could they have fallen from her laundry filled arms too, just like her stockings? He knew this was tenuous. Too tenuous.
Almost in a daze, he walked to his mother's room. The door was wide open so he walked in, freezing to the spot as he stared at his mother's naked body. He heard a soft muffled groan as her hips thrust downward to the bed. She was naked apart from the small skirt that she wore last night. She lay, face down, her head deep in the pillow. The blankets were pushed down about her ankles. Her legs were slightly apart and he found himself staring as his mother's fingers slipped deeply into her pussy, fucking her tight hole. Each time they withdrew, floods of semen spilled onto the sheets. Floods of semen, that Liam knew must be his. The reason her knickers and her stockings were on his bedroom floor, was because she had left them there after she had abused him and filled her pussy with his seed. 'How many nights had she done that now? Why had she not spoken about it? Why had she done it, she was his mother, but had basically raped him!'
A myriad of questions filled his head, but as his mother's bum rose and fell in increasing urgency, and as her come soaked fingers slurped and squished between her swollen vaginal folds, his cock-head began to rule his body rather than his frantically questioning brain. Liam undid his bath robe belt and allowed his rising cock to burst through the open folds to stand at right-angles to his body. He put the coffee down. The noise made his mother stop immediately and she turned and looked at the huge erection before her, the sight of the pulsing beast instantly took her over the edge.
"Ooooohhhh fuck Liam." Charlotte's legs clamped together as her fingers dove deeply into her leaking cunt. She thrust down with her hips, pushing her clit onto her wrist and riding it. Her eyes were glued to her son's phallus as it bounced in appreciation of what she was doing, just feet from her. "Ohhh God, huh, uh, um, oh, oh, Liam...your...oh God...your cock...has been my...undoing...she continued to fuck her fingers in the presence of her son, no-longer caring what he saw or thought about her. "Please, please fuck me again, last night was so good. OOHHH, just thinking about it...oh, oh, when you...when you took me...from behind...do it...do it again...fuck me please Liam. I'll do anything. Anything you want, just get your thick cock into my cunt."
Liam had never witnessed a woman in such frenzied lust before, let alone his mother. His cock was more than keen to take her up on her demands, but Liam had picked up on the import of her words. "I fucked you from behind? I came to you? But I didn't. I didn't come and fuck you. You came to me. Your knickers and stockings, the ones that I put you to bed in last night, are on my bedroom floor! Mother, you came to me and abused me, like you have done each night for the past week, though I only realised it last night when you were riding me! I...I don't know what to think. How did you do it? How did you stop me from stopping you? Did you drug me or something?" He sat at her bedside table; his cock rapidly deflating.
Charlotte sat up, removing her fingers and for some reason, pulling the small skirt down to cover her pussy. "Nooo. No, I didn't drug you, what do you think I am? I came to you? But I can't have I...I've been here...I stayed here. You have come to me a number of times and...and..."
Liam stood and went to his room, returning with her panties and stockings. "There he said. Were they not what you were wearing last night?"
Charlotte could hear that laughing, mocking voice in her head. "Well yes Liam, they are, but you could have equally taken them from me. We both know about your little fetish, don't we?" Charlotte stood, her pussy leaking down her legs. "Look, I'm a mess, please let me shower and then we can discuss this." She wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Liam sat with her panties and stockings in his hands. "She thinks I came to her, but she came to me? Maybe we are both guilty? Maybe deep inside, we both wanted this to happen?" Again, his mother's words came back to him. 'I'll do anything. Anything you want...'
He stood and looked through his mother's lower bedside draw. He knew from previously looking when younger, that this was her lingerie draw. He picked out what he wanted her to wear. He was surprised to find a couple of other things which he grabbed too. Then he went to his room. And grabbed his phone, this he was going to film. He returned to his mother's bedroom and waited for her to finish cleaning herself.
When Charlotte came out of the bathroom, she looked pensively at Liam. "Look, I've been thinking about this. Maybe we have both..."
"I think I came to the same conclusion." He looked at his mother beautiful in her nakedness, enticing, almost wanton.
Charlotte then noticed the lingerie and the other items Liam had put out on the dresser. "Is that for me to wear?" She asked coyly, beginning to smile. "Do you want me to...to dress up for you?" She was almost hesitant, not daring to hope that the answer might be in the positive.
"Yes, I want you to carry out what you said earlier."
"What did I say?"
"You said you were willing to do anything, anything to get my thick cock into your cunt."
