Linking Demon Pt. 05

As she sat there thinking about what she had first considered to be a dream; she suddenly flushed with embarrassment as her memory of the situation crystallised itself in her befuddled head. 'Had he... had he been? Did I feel his hard...God he had an erection! He had an erection when he was on top of me, his it was trapped against my... And me telling him that we must cuddle more often!' The sudden clarity caused a rather unexpected reaction. She squeezed her thighs together hard. Her stomach started to burn just above her pubic area. Her nipples began to rise and make themselves known to her, through the thin material of her dressing gown. She put her hands over them as if to deny their existence. "No," she said to the air about her, "No, this is not right, stop it; stop it now!" She concentrated on her tea and toast, clearing her mind of what she considered to be inappropriate thoughts. But deep down inside her, a line had already been crossed. And she knew it.

Liam knocked on Izzy's back door. She didn't answer the door, so he let himself back in. Shouting out "Hello Izzy, I'm back. I managed to find some wire, hopefully it is long enough." There was no response, so he climbed the stairs to the bedroom, she wasn't there. Looking out of her bedroom window, he could see that her car had gone. Inside the depression in the bed, left by Izzy's delectable arse, was a folded piece of paper with Liam's name upon it. He opened it and read; 'Liam, have gone back to work, only popping back during my lunch-break to make sure you were ok. I'll be back at 17:30, hopefully you will have finished by then. I wouldn't want you working on my problem all day, well not that one anyway. In inverted commas, she had written: "I'm looking forward to seeing if you have the right length for me." And she had signed the note with 'Iz and two XX to represent kisses.

"She looks forward to seeing if I have the right length for her?" He murmured to himself. "What the hell? I doubt very much she is talking about the wire??" He put the note in his pocket and carried on with the job. It was made quite easy, due to the conduit the electrician that first installed the wiring, had used. He tested the cable to double check it was not live then snipped through it and using some insulation tape, spliced the new wire to it. He then went down the stairs to the socket. In the utility room he stopped dead.

He was confronted by a small airing stand, which Izzy put her clothes upon after pulling them from the washing machine, or tumble drier. On the stand he was faced with several pairs of Izzy's knickers, some bras and a couple of suspender belts. He knew what the belts were from watching porn films, but had never seen a girl actually wearing them in real-life. He groaned at the thought and could not help himself from looking at the very skimpy, but stylish lingerie. All were lacey and looked very sexy. His mind immediately wondered what they would look like with Izzy's body inside them, modelling them, just for him?

"Oh God," he moaned. This had hit him right in the fetish! He could not resist picking up the nearest pair and putting them to his face, to rub on his cheek. 'Would she miss a pair?' His conscious fought with his lustful fetish and the internal battle with what was right and what he wanted for sexual gratification was on. He put the white pair of knickers back on the drier and grabbed the deep red pair. They were lacier that the white pair, were cut high on the thigh. The lace-work was beautifully executed and he could tell would hide none of her pubic hair, assuming that she had some. He was already fully hard, his erection making him uncomfortable. His lust had won over his conscience for doing the right thing and he stuffed the knickers into his overall pocket. He turned from the drier, hoping that his fetish God had been appeased with the lacey offering. Pushing against his member as if scolding it to behave, he got on with the job.

Unscrewing the faceplate to the socket, he disconnected the wires, Then he gently pulled on the cable and was pleased that it appeared to slide down the conduit easily, there was a little resistance where he had spliced on the new cable but after a few pulls, the insulating tape was visible and the new cable pulled through. He cut off the old cable and then circled the new cable into a loose knot, so that it did not pull back through whilst he was back up-stairs. Liam then went back up the stairs to do a similar thing to the other half of the cable, but first he had to remove all of the cable clips, that held the cable against the joists. He then went back down to the other socket, making sure that he kept his eyes away from the drier and the other pairs of Izzy's panties.

It was a simple thing then to pull through the second cable, then cut and connect the wiring at both sockets. This will then have reconnected the ring-main. He tested the continuity of the wiring at the sockets and found it to read true, so walked out to the garage and turned on the MCB for the utility room. It stayed in the up position and the power remained on. "Job done!" He said to himself. "Now to clear up and make good."

Charlotte finished her late breakfast. The water and juice, plus the honey on the toast, had cleared her fuzzy head and helped with the hang over. Red wine did that to her every time, but she loved to drink it. She realised that she had not thanked Liam for preparing her breakfast, and chastised herself. "What is wrong with you this morning Charlotte?"

She put away the breakfast things into the dish-washer and headed upstairs to put some clothes on. It was as she walked into the bedroom and saw the small pile of her undergarments on the floor, that she suddenly clicked. "Ohh of course!" She said to herself, "My white knickers; weren't they one of the pairs that Liam had taken and added to his..." She couldn't bring herself to say out loud what she was thinking, but 'wank bank', would have covered it. 'No wonder. He must have spotted them and realised too, now I know what they mean to him, and why he had a hard-on,' she continued to think. 'I wonder why he didn't take off my panties and bra too?' Of course, she knew exactly why. He would not have felt it to be appropriate. But what she really was wondering was how she would have felt about it, perhaps already realising that she was a little disappointed that he hadn't?

Charlotte's stomach started to churn again; her pussy began to ache. She undid her dressing gown and threw it on the bed. And turned to the full-length mirror. She was pleased with how she looked even though she was approaching forty two. Her long strawberry blonde hair fell to the middle of her back, some strands falling forwards across her breasts. Her 36:24:37 figure had hardly changed since before she had had Liam. She had managed to quickly get herself back into shape after his birth.

She looked at her nipples, they stood out proud, proud to be erect, proud that they were on the apex of a fine set of pert, beautifully formed breasts. Charlotte cupped her right breast. She knew from previous experience that she could suckle upon her own nipples. And was very tempted to do so now. Her body was demanding her to succumb to its carnal needs. But she fought against it.

She looked at her breasts in the mirror, the nipples were larger now than they had been when she was younger, a product of giving birth and breast feeding, but she didn't mind, actually liking the larger erections. Though there were times when the erectile tissue would give her sexual state away to the world, by being completely visible through her bra and tops. Liam would often tease her about it. She smiled to herself. 'Was she pleased that he noticed her erect nipples?'

She looked downwards to her thin toned waist. 'Yes,' she thought, 'No visible sign that she had carried a baby in there. She knew that she was the same waist size now as before the birth. If not a little smaller. Her hand remained on her breast, but her fingers had "involuntarily" moved to pinch her nipple. Her long, lithe legs, spread slightly apart, nearly collapsed beneath her. "No!" She said to herself, immediately aware how turned on she was and how close she was to coming. "No, not now..." Her eyes wandered past her pubic mound and red tinged, closely cut pubic hair to her vulva. Her lips, were in the full state of blooming. They were very prominent between her legs and looked wet and glistened succulently.

Charlotte looked directly into her hazel eyes. "What is the matter with you?" She voiced to her reflection. "Who is this person that is getting turned on by thoughts of her son? By thoughts of wanting him to find you attractive? By thoughts of that large erection of his as it was trapped between us, pushed hard against my pussy?" She realised that she had not seen his penis since he was about 12. She wondered what it looked like now, how large it would be? Her husband was quite a "large" man himself, but Liam was certainly bigger in all other physical attributes, so was he in that area too? "No," She said again out loud. "Stop this, this instant!"

Her body however, was not listening. She felt a trickle run down her taut thigh, the muscles showing their resistance as they trembled, trying desperately to prevent further collapse. She looked at the droplet of vaginal juice as it left a trail down towards her knee. This was followed quickly by another milky-white droplet that coalesced about her swollen lips, catching the light, prism-like, before it too felt the pull of gravity and fell to the wooden floor. Her left hand moved to her vagina slowly, as if an internal struggle was going on between brain and body; it was, but the body was winning.

Charlotte's index finger slid between her succulent lips and with the very slightest of contacts, found her clitoris. At that contact, her legs folded and she collapsed to the floor; legs splayed out before her. The mirror bearing witness to her level of arousal as reflected back for her to see were the puffy coral-like swellings of her labia, being pushed aside by her well-practised fingers. As one by one she slipped them into her vagina and with a wet squelching of her juices, allowed them to slide in and out of her cunt. Her thumb pressurised her clit as she screamed out in her orgasm.

"No...no...NO! I...I don't want this...I don't want this to happen! Oh fuck, OH FUCK NO!" Her legs spread wider as she pushed now four fingers into her aching vagina, collapsing back onto the rug as her hand and fingers gave her such tortuous pleasure. "Stop!" She cried again, "Stop...this is...ohhhh this is so wrong...what is happening...what is wrong with me? I don't want this to happened...ooohhhhhh stop."

A voice suddenly rang in her head, a strange voice, a feminine voice; was it hers? It taunted her "Oh but you do, you do want this, don't you? Besides, it is too late. Thinking about your son and his cock has already brought you to orgasm you whore."

"Ohhhhhhh. Ooooaaahh. Oh fuck, FUCK! MYyyyy GOD! Ohh Liam! Stop, please stop." Charlotte had closed her eyes, she didn't want to see her fingers pumping in and out of her vagina, she didn't want to think of anything. But all she could visualise was Liam's cock, covered in her juices as it slid in and out of her. She knew that this was wrong on many levels. With an enormous effort of will, she began to win the internal struggle, eventually she pulled her fingers with a wet slurping sound from her pussy. Her thumb remaining on her clit for as long as it could, finishing her orgasm. "Ooooo fuck yes. Yes, that was goo...d. No, no it wasn't!" It was as if her body was speaking to her independently. The female voice sounded again, "You will do more tonight!" It demanded of her.

Charlotte sat up. Annoyed and disgusted with herself, that she had given in weakly to her body's desires. She always felt this way after masturbation, more so today. This was after all, a number of firsts for her. The first time she had masturbated during the day; the first time she had done so whilst thinking of her son and his large erect cock; the first time she had come, just by the lightest of touches on her clit; it normally took some provoking of her clit before her release. Yes, a number of firsts.

Now as she sat, she watched in the mirror as her hand slowly raised to her mouth. She had not tasted her own juices since she last licked them from her husband's cock over 3 years ago. She had certainly never tasted them without a man involved, either using his fingers or his cock to force-feed her on her own fluid. But as she fought against the urge of tasting her juices her hand inexorably crept forwards and what is more, she witnessed her mouth open to greet it and to accept her fingers inside. Her tongue playing about her fingers as she sucked and licked upon her own elixir, with hunger and relish; annoyed at how much she appeared to enjoy it; another couple of firsts. And another line crossed.