Linking Demon Pt. 02

Izzy snickered, "That's a bit of a personal question young man!" Liam sighed and looked at his watch. "OK, Ok. It is in the garage. It's just that it is not every day a ruggedly handsome young man asks to see my 'consumer unit'. Of course, you are more than welcome to come and look at it any time you like!"

Things were getting a little too hot for Liam. He did not have the experience to deal with a woman twice his age; a woman that obviously had the hots for him, or maybe just anything with a penis. 'She is probably climbing the walls with frustration,' he thought. He just didn't want her climbing on him! Not that she wasn't attractive. She was a good height at 5'5". Slender of waist, wide hips and what he had decided were very attractive breasts; which his mum had said were "enhanced". Meaning, he thought, that she had had a boob job. Looking at her, he had to admit; covered as they were, he could not tell. Not that he was in any way qualified to answer that question, having seen no more than a couple of girl's naked breasts, other than what he had seen on porn films. Izzy's long naturally blonde hair was loose and fell to the middle of her back in lustrous waves of gold. She could probably pass for a 30-year-old or maybe younger, he thought.

Either way, he didn't want to look at her for too long. It made him as bad as her. Plus, he didn't want her to catch him checking her out yet again, so he headed back down the stairs to the garage. "Is it just inside the door, same as ours?"

"Sure is, Liam. But I don't go near it. Electricity scares me, well the messing about with it bit does and the spiders!"

Liam found the consumer unit up high on the wall. He stretched up and opened the cover, checking over the circuit breakers he found one labelled first floor lighting. Sure enough, this had been "tripped" and was in the down position. Liam pushed the switch to up and released it. It stayed up, so he was pretty sure there was no overriding issues, probably just a blown bulb. He turned while stretching for the board and caught Izzy staring at his groin, her hand reaching out towards him. His tee shirt had ridden high whilst he was stretching and had revealed his stomach, the hardened muscles causing the skin to ripple like sand, brushed by waves. He was in the habit of shaving his chest and stomach, so it was completely devoid of any hair and obviously appealed to the woman.

He interrupted her train of thought by saying, "Have you got any spare bulbs Izzy?"

"Huh? Bulbs, yes. Bulbs. I have some in the house. Is that all it was, a blown bulb? But why did the power go out for the whole of the upstairs?"

"Sometimes when a bulb goes, it will trip the MCB. They are very sensitive. As the lighting upstairs is on one circuit, it would have put all of your lights out at the same time. Yet the lights downstairs would still work, as they are on a different circuit. Simple really."

"For you maybe. My, you are clever. Just one final thing to ask then?"

"Can I fit your bulb?"

"I thought you would never ask," she teased him again. "Follow me." She led him away, like a lamb to the slaughter. He was nervous about going to her bedroom again. 'What if she should actually touch him this time?' She was very close to doing so in the garage, he was sure. 'How should he react to that?' He looked at her swaying bum and knew that the "displayed wiggle" was just for him. This woman was trouble.

Grabbing a fresh light bulb, Izzy pointed to some steps. "I don't think you would need those, but actually, I would like to change the bulb, you see, I've never done it before. Would you mind carrying them upstairs."

"No, that's fine, you basically want me to watch you doing it, yes?"

"Ummm..." Izzy said, suddenly looking a little flushed. Under her breath she said, "I've often thought about that."

They climbed the stairs again. Liam making doubly sure that his eyes were fully averted. As they entered the bedroom, he put the steps beneath the light and said, "It is a bayonet fitting. That means you must push the bulb in and turn it anti-clockwise to remove and clockwise to put in. I'll keep an eye on you anyway."

"Please do." Izzy breathed stepping onto the stool and reaching above her head. The move, which he believed had been pre-planned, revealed the lower half of her bum cheeks, beneath the now slightly raised skirt. A skirt that was already short to begin with. The firm rounded; tanned globes of her bum, were separated by a white G-string pair of panties which ran from her crotch between the cheeks. "How's it looking?" Izzy enquired, looking down at him with a huge grin. "Shall I push it in now?"

'My God!' He thought, 'this woman, could make anything appear to be about sex!'

"Yes, it looks fine Izzy. Now twist to the left and remove. Well done, now pass that bulb to me, here is the new one. Push it in, this time, twist to the right."

She stopped suddenly, looking back at him. She appeared a little disappointed as she said, "I suppose it is only the one bulb that has blown then Liam?"

"I'm sure it will be," he said avoiding looking up at her rather enticing posterior.

Izzy fitted the bulb and turned on the steps, and offered her hand to Liam to help her down. Smiling to him she said, "Thank you, Liam, I really do appreciate you doing these little 'things' for me about the house. If I were to draw up a list of what needs doing, could we then discuss what you can or can't do so that I can get a professional in if I need to. I'll pay you for doing them for me. I can't have you slaving for me without some recourse."

"Sure of course, that will be fine. Now I must be nipping back for my dinner."

"OK, well thanks again." She smiled at him. It was a warm and pleasant smile, without a tinge of hunger in her eyes and Liam realised that beneath the bravado, innuendo and flirty talk, Izzy was probably a very lovely person to get to know. She was just very lonely and that is why she kept coming around.

"Thanks again." She reached up on tip-toes and pecked him on the cheek. "Tell mum I will pop around tomorrow for a chat and a coffee."

"Sure will Izzy. And it really was nothing. And I'm not sure I want payment for doing these jobs for you. It doesn't feel right. Besides, they are hardly taxing, are they?"

"Not the point," she said. "Besides, you don't know what I have planned?"

'Oh, I have a pretty good idea,' he thought to himself. "Ok Izzy, we'll discuss it when I see what you have got."

"Cheeky," she said. "I didn't realise that seeing me naked was part of the deal too!"

"Uh...Ummmm, I ...I meant the list." He stammered colouring up again immediately.

Izzy laughed at him. "I'm only messing with you Liam. Don't worry, I won't be taking my clothes off...not unless you ask of course!" She laughed again.

Liam realised that she was still holding his hand so he released it and started to respond, but it only came out as a stutter, so he turned and left in his embarrassment. He was just not equipped for dealing with such an experienced woman.

As he walked in to his house, he was shaking his head. His mother called from the kitchen. "Did you manage to sort Izzy out?"

"EH?" Christ, even his mum's words seemed laced with double meaning. She stuck her head around the corner? "I said..."

"Yeah, I heard what you said. And yes, I fixed the problem. It was a blown bulb. And the MCB had tripped. Simple really."

"Simple to you maybe Liam, but I wouldn't have been able to do that, so don't be so modest. Anyway, at least you are safe and she didn't eat you alive, aye!" Charlotte smiled at her son. "Oh God, I meant that metaphorically, not literally, though..."

"Mum!" Charlotte laughed at her son's response and headed back to the kitchen.

"You have 10 minutes to have a quick shower."

"Ok mum, thanks."

"And looking at you," Charlotte continued, "Perhaps it should be a cold one!"

"Wha..."

"Did she get you a little er... flustered?"

There was a tone in his mother's voice that he could not quite determine. But as time was short before his dinner, he decided to leave it and ran upstairs for a quick 'hose down.'

The hot shower invigorated him and he was glad to be rid of the smell of petrol and oil. As was his norm, he did not spend much time drying himself properly, he just threw on a tee shirt and shorts, not bothering with underpants. He was not planning on going out and it was just him and his mother, so it would be fine. He clomped down the stairs, a couple at a time and sat at the dining table just as his mother was serving up the food.

"Do you fancy some wine?" He asked her. "I have some red open and feel the need." He grinned at her. "It is a Merlot; which I know you like."

"Sure darling, why not. Just don't get me drunk."

"Mother for goodness sake, I have had an evening full of innuendo and would just like some plain talking for a bit."

"What sort of innuendo? From Izzy you mean? What has she been saying to you?"

"There's only one sort really isn't there. Oh, she was pretty much offering herself up on a plate to me, at least I think she was? I mean, she is not unattractive, in fact I would say that she has all of the right bits, in all of the right places and looks really good for her age. All her bits are...well...they are appeal... I don't have to say it...but, well you just don't do you?"

"You just don't do you, what?"

"Mum... You don't think about having sex with your next-door neighbour, particularly if she is twice your age. No matter how hot you think she is."

"Do you?" Charlotte said, taking a bite of food, then washing it down with a large gulp of wine. "And what is wrong with having sex with an older woman?"

"Do I, what? And nothing, if they all looked as good as you mum!"

"Well, do you think she is hot you silver-tongued devil you?" She paused before saying coyly, "Hotter than me perhaps?"

"Whoa! Oh no you don't, I'm not going there. That is a dead-end alley, with the Mafia, the Triad, 30 bouncers and a shoal of sharks waiting for me. I am not going to get caught like that!"

Charlotte laughed at her son. But something churned inside her as if she felt a sudden loss, however, she could not put her finger on it. Perhaps it was because he was getting older and finding women attractive and alluring? Perhaps it was because she thought he might soon be leaving her to spread out on his own? Or perhaps she was indeed a little jealous that he found Izzy to be hot? Either way, she took another large gulp of wine and looking pensive, prompted him for a top up as she asked another question. "Ok, so which parts of Izzy do you find to be hot then? Surely that is a safe question?"

"MUM, no. I'm not answering that either. Let's talk about something else." He had a very open relationship with his mother. Telling her pretty much everything, from troubles with girls, getting bullied when he was younger, helping him find the right education and supporting him through it. And of course, the incident with her underwear. There was not much that he would not discuss with her. But for some reason, he didn't want to talk about his reaction or feelings towards Izzy.

"Ok, OK," Charlotte said. Let's change the subject. "So, did you slot your 'plug' in her 'socket'? Did she let you flip her 'on' switch?" Charlotte giggled at her double entendres.

It was obvious to Liam that Charlotte was getting tipsy, so he patronised her with a response. "No mother. I did not put my 'plug' in her 'socket', and was not anywhere near her 'on' switch as you call it. But having said that, you didn't see what she was wearing or perhaps a better description is very nearly not wearing! She had on the shortest of skirts, so I did see her knickers a couple of times. By accident on my part, but if I were honest, I would say by design on hers. Her cleavage was fully on display too."

"Wha...t. She flashed her knickers at you! Oh, how terrible for you." She chided him. "And did you manage to procure them to add to your collection?"

Liam had finished his dinner and got up to tidy things away, ignoring his mum's dig. He poured the remaining contents of the wine into his mum's glass, she was certainly getting through it. So he opened another bottle before saying, "Have you finished eating?"

Charlotte looked up at her son slowly and deliberately. Standing before her in just his shorts and tee-shirt, he looked incredibly powerful, a virile young man, muscular, fit and healthy. His hair dark and wavy flopped over one of his eyes. 'It was no wonder Izzy had the hots for him,' she thought. She stood, a little unsteadily and grasped his face in her hands, planting a kiss upon his lips, before brushing the errant hair away from his eye.

"Don't get upset Liam. I'm only messing with you. There is nothing wrong with you liking Izzy, or wanting to be with her. She is a lovely person and is lonely from time to time. Being without our husbands, is not always easy. But I am lucky as I have a man about the house, so I'm happy that you can go over and 'fix her up'." She laughed, slapping him on the bum and walking away to the living room, glass of wine in one hand, bottle in the other.

Liam finished tidying away the diner things and put on the dish washer. Then followed his mum's footsteps to the living room. Charlotte had kicked off her shoes and was already curled up on the sofa watching one of her favourite TV shows. Her glass was empty, so Liam, ever the gentleman, topped it up. He then knelt down in front of the wood-burner and started to make a fire. In all honesty, he was more likely to watch the flames than his mother's choice of programmes.

With the fire on the go, he settled back against the sofa, his back resting on his mother's legs. "So," she continued the conversation where it had been left. "has Izzy got more jobs for you then? Cause if she does, I'll be giving you a list too. There are a few jobs that require doing around here young man and I think I should get preference for your attention."

Liam looked round at his mother, her last sentence had a certain inflection about it, that he couldn't comprehend from words alone. But looking at her directly didn't really help either. Her rosy cheeks and slightly glazed eyes confirming to him that she was a little more than tipsy at this stage. He responded neutrally. "Of course, mum, just tell me what you want done and I'll slot it in."

Charlotte giggled, taking another large slug of wine and Liam again turned around. "What?" He said. "What did I say that was so funny?"

"Oh nothing darling really..."

"Mother!"

"No really ...I was just hinking..thinking...about what jobs I could have you doing, but fillinf ...fil...ling in my slot was not one of 'em." She giggled again. "Or was I filling in your slot? Not sure now...what I'm saying."

"Yes, I can tell. Perhaps I should have said I will fit you in. No... maybe I will find the time would be better."

"Kill joy! I'll bet you'll have no trouble fitting in Izzy... though...?" She leaned forward to look at his crotch dramatically, maybe you will, you're certainly not mummy's little boy anymore are you?"

"Ok mum, I think that is enough drink for tonight. Time for bed."

He stood up and removed the wine glass from Charlotte's hand. "Hey!" She complained. But then accepted his proffered hand and unsteadily got off the couch.

"Come on, I'll walk you up the stairs. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself."

"Rubbish young man. Are you saying I am drink...drump...dru...nk?"

"Oh no mum, you always slur your words." He aided her up the stairs to her room and sat her on the bed. "You going to be ok from here?"

"Of course, I'm not a baby you know." She fell back on the bed giggling. "I wonder what the...that Izzy is planting...planning for you next...?"

"Well she said she was going to pop round for a coffee tomorrow, so perhaps you can ask her." He said this with sarcasm, that was completely wasted on the inebriated woman.

"Oh, perhaps I will... I'll tell her to count her knickers after you've left too!" She laughed at her own joke, "Or perhaps I won't... after all, a man has to have an interest, doesn't he? Hey... You could make some comparisons, her knickers and mine, to see whose you prefer..." Her voice was trailing off as Liam walked to her bedroom door.

"I don't have any of your knickers anymore, remember?"

"Ooooh, Oooh, I can fix that right now." Charlotte started to pull up her skirt.

"Good night mother!" Liam said in his best adult tone.

"Ha ha ha." Charlotte laughed at her teasing as he left the room, he would check on her later. As he went down the stairs, he could still hear her laughing.