Linking Demon Pt. 09

In truth, Liam was not overly tired. It had been an easy day, and his body was used to the work out. He really wanted to look at the next few pictures that had been sent to him. So, he quickly removed his clothes and threw them into the wash; picking up his lap-top and turning out the light, he lay down on the bed. He plugged his phone into the computer so that he could see the images on a larger screen. Making the sense of anticipation last even longer, he started with the first image again. The HD picture showed all of the detail of the black stocking. The expensive material, that he thought might be silk, glistened in what appeared to be the natural light within the room. The picture was pretty much completely of the woman's thigh, very little was discernible around it.

He opened the second. He liked the artistic way the picture had been taken. That mysterious reaction within him to stockings, stocking tops and bare expanse of flesh above was for some reason enhanced by the suspender strap. As he lay naked upon the bed, the impact of the pictures began to have the obvious influence upon his, up until then, latent member. Slowly his flesh began to engorge with blood. The coil of erectile tissue was no longer happy resting quietly upon his balls and sought attention. It had been tormented a number of times that day, and now demanded recompense. Liam ignored his burgeoning erection and tapped on the next image. The cleavage before him was even better on the bigger screen. The breasts were full and firm, the bra seemed to be under some stress holding the globes of flesh in check. The valley between the two mammary glands invited Liam in for a closer look. The next image made Liam think a little about Izzy's cleavage. Her breasts were of approximately the same size he thought. In fact, he admitted to himself, if he had to choose his preference, he would be hard pressed.

He was now at the fifth image. He looked at his cock as it rose from his groin, cobra-like. It was now in a full state of rude health, and bobbed as each strong beat of Liam's heart refreshed the life-giving hydraulic pressure within it. He reached out his fingers and gently ran them from the head downwards, dragging with them his foreskin, until the head was completely exposed. It glistened in the light from the landing that dared to creep into his room through the slightly ajar door opening. He gripped his weapon at the base and held it, feeling the hardness and pulsing that surged through his veins. He opened the fifth image.

The image opened and was a full body shot. It showed all of the parts that he had just seen in the one image. "Phew!" He sort of whistled as he looked at the rather stunning, full breasted image of the woman. She looked exquisite. The lingerie was obviously expensive, all pieces matching. It was an amazing fit, and fully enhanced the sexual attractiveness of a woman that, he was sure would look fucking good naked. He zoomed in the picture taking all of the curves, the bare tanned skin. The black lacework. He paid particular attention to the suspender belt. An archaic contraption it might be this day and age, but God it looked hot on the woman. He looked at the image around the pubic area to see if there was pubic hair visible through the skimpy little black knickers, seeing none, he assumed she shaved down there. "Wow. What a woman. If she were mine, she would be wearing this stuff all the time."

Liam felt his cock pulsing beneath his fingers. The reveal of the picture was more exciting than he could have thought. Perhaps it was the beautiful subject matter? Perhaps that the images were illicit, not really meant for him to open? Maybe it was the voyeuristic feeling he had, as if seeing this all through a keyhole or opened curtain, without the subject being aware? In fairness, his cock didn't care about any of that. It just wanted to release the build-up of the day's excitement. Liam could already see a droplet of pre-come boil up his shaft and leak from the urethra. He clicked on the sixth image, realising that it was a video, the sound blurted out as he always had the volume on his computer set to maximum. He quickly turned the sound down, and watched the video, captivated in less than a second.

Charlotte's programme had finished. She had scooted about the place, quickly tidying up and collecting the odd cup here and there, taking them to the kitchen, turning out the lights as she went. She felt awake and not really sleepy at all. But it was her usual time for bed, so she elected to try anyway. Checking the front door was secured, she headed up the stairs quietly in case Liam was asleep. Charlotte was still in the habit of checking on her son, before she went to bed, just like she had when he was small, though she would never admit it to him. At his door she looked into his room. She could see his computer was on as it faced the door. She thought he had gone to sleep whilst watching a film and was about to go in and turn it off, when she realised, she was wrong on a number of counts!

Her eyes grew wide as her brain began to compute what she was seeing before her. The minimal light in the room, came from the computer screen and the small amount filtering past her, from the landing. But she could clearly see Liam was laying on the bed, completely naked. Standing tall from his crotch was a huge erect cock. Stiff, throbbing it seemed to call to her, 'look at me, look at my magnificence!' Her eyes were rivetted to the pulsing flesh as it quivered before her. Charlotte's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes flicked to the screen as she heard the moans and cries of a woman, evidently in the throes of passion and lust.

The screen showed what she thought to be a porn film, with a woman, crouching down, her legs splayed wide as she rammed a rubber cock into her vagina. She watched momentarily, as the latex cock was withdrawn, only to be pushed in deeply between the wet lips again. Charlotte could clearly hear the wet smacking sound as the toy was pumped into the woman by her own hand. She wore what appeared to be very tasteful lingerie and from where Charlotte stood, she could understand why this might appeal to her son. But her eyes could not stray for long, before they were dragged back to stare at the huge phallus standing rock-like in her son's lap.

Charlotte forced herself to turn away. 'FUCK!' her mind screamed at her. 'Fuck. Oh my God, that cock!' She immediately chastised herself. 'STOP! Stop thinking like that. Stop thinking of it all together.' The same voice that spoke in her head that morning, as she played with herself, under duress; sounded again. "What a phallus and sweet phallus bearer too! Oh, the pleasure it would give you, would it not?" The voice was seductive, syrupy, sickly sweet. "Surely Venus herself would allow such a prize to part her petals and deflower her. Look... look again. It's size, its girth. Is it not full of youthful seed? Look again." Charlotte had walked a few paces from Liam's door but now found herself unable to resist the instructions given to her; she turned and slowly walked back. Liam's hand was circled about the head of his enormous cock. The woman in the video was in the spasms of orgasm and groaned and moaned as the latex cock was forced in and out of her slurping cunt. Charlotte knew these cries of orgasm, would soon be joined by her son's.

She still had her hand to her mouth, and biting upon her index finger, she managed to distract herself sufficiently from what she was seeing and with an effort of will, broke her eye contact and turned away from the door, walking slowly across the landing towards her bedroom. Her stomach felt strange, it churned like she was at sea. Her senses reeled and seemed not to be completely her own. Her brain screamed at her, faced as it was with so much conflicting input. Voices told her to stay and watch, others to leave, to stop what she was doing, to cleans herself of what she had seen and 'OH GOD,' she thought, 'I'm getting wet!'

She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She didn't turn the light on, knowing that Liam would see that. But was then not sure of her motives. 'Did she perhaps want him to finish what he was doing? Maybe she didn't want him to know that she was now upstairs?' She also realised that they had never discussed masturbation; until this point, she wasn't even sure that he did it. It would appear that that question had now been answered, and that he watched porn too, by the looks of things.

She found that she was walking silently into her bedroom. More so than she would normally. Removing her clothes, she peeled down her panties. In the light from the landing, she could see that they glistened wetly about the gusset. She was both shocked and disgusted with herself throwing the undergarment into the wash too, Charlotte quickly got into bed. As she lay upon her back, staring at the ceiling, from down the corridor, she could just make out the moans of the orgasmic woman. Then she heard Liam moan a couple of times before there was silence. The voice in her head was disdainful, scathing. "You fool! All of that young, fresh seed wasted!"

'Stop,' she screamed to herself. 'Stop! These thoughts are inappropriate, they are wrong. Think of something else, think of anything, my husband, yes think of Simon.'

"Umm and how big was his cock, as big as the fine specimen you have just witnessed? I think not. Come, stop the games, your insides burn for this phallus, your womb cries for his seed." The internal voice mocked her and laughed. "Your body shows the signs, so don't deny it."

Charlotte's breathing was uncontrolled, her nipples rubbed against the bed clothes making things worse for her. She rolled onto her side, desperate to get to sleep, to remove the 'temptation', to stop her current thought processes. To stop the voice. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, glad now that there were no further noises from her son's room, because she knew that her will power would have completely collapsed if she had heard more. 'Sleep.' She admonished herself, 'Sleep now!' It was hard, extremely hard. But despite feeling a dribble of her juice run over her thigh, reminding her of how aroused she was; she eventually began to drift off. It was harder still keeping her mind blank and ignoring that voice.

Sleep however did come, eventually but the sleep that came, came at a price. For to sleep, is to dream. To dream is to believe. To believe is to consider plausible.

Despite the generally accepted conception that all young men masturbated. This was not really true with Liam. Of course, he found women, and in his case certain items of female apparel a turn on. And he would often as a result get erect, he was young after all. He rarely though took pleasure from the final release of orgasm. He was a man that was very disciplined with his body. More often than not, during work outs at the gym, he would force it to endure levels of punishment that would have his muscles crying out for solace. Rugby too, was a tough sport on his body. Joints and bones pushed to the point of breaking, muscles sore, lungs bursting. Sometimes he would be black and blue during recovery from an intense game. Yes, Liam was used to controlling, rather than being controlled by his body's needs.

That night as he began to watch the video, he had no intention of wanking. He preferred 'edging' anyway. But edging with no release. As he held onto his cock's head however, close to the end of the woman's orgasmic cries, his control deserted him. As the secret woman stood, then put on her panties; suckled upon her breasts, then blew a kiss at the camera, his cock erupted in stream upon stream of hot ejaculate, that fell about his groin, stomach and onto the sheets. He groaned. Groaned because of the mess he'd made. Groaned because of the pleasure of the release, despite himself. Groaned because he was shocked by what he had seen. 'Izzy?' He thought to himself. 'Izzy? Those pictures were of her, were from her?' Thinking back to looking up her skirt, she had on black stockings, but he had not really seen things clearly enough to make the connection with the images. But then why would he assume that a woman would send him pictures of herself? "Fucking hell," he said "So that is what she meant by not telling mum? She must have thought I'd seen the pictures already. That was why she was disappointed and upset. She thought I had seen them and was...disgusted, unimpressed or maybe just not interested?"

'What do I do now?' He thought to himself. Usually he would talk openly to his mother about this stuff, but, how could he? What would he say? "So mum, Izzy has sent me some pictures of her in lingerie, then she sent me a video of her masturbating in the toilets. What should I do?" Yeah, he could see that going down well. Besides he had said to Izzy that he would not tell his mum. 'God what a mess.' He got up and fetched some tissues to clean himself and the bedsheets as best he could, then sat back on his bed mulling over how best to cope with this. It was like being a confused teenager all over again, but without the guiding influence of his mother's wise council.

Izzy had fully intended to drink the whole bottle of wine. The outcome of her little plan had gone exactly where she hadn't wanted it to go. Liam had reacted badly, or not at all. She wasn't sure which was worse. She also wondered, despite her asking him not to, whether he would tell his mother, or worse, show her. But when she had seen that a pair of her knickers, her favourite red ones, had gone missing. She suddenly saw a chink of light in the gloom of her despair. Perhaps he had not found her so unattractive? Perhaps he was just shy? Perhaps he was just too inexperienced to know how to deal with such a situation? "Christ," she said out loud. "It's not as if you've done anything like that before either!"

Izzy smiled to herself. 'So,' she thought. 'How does one recover from this? Should I leave it to him to make the next move, or should I force his hand a little further? I could threaten to expose him to his mother, say that I will tell her that he had taken a pair of my panties? But I wouldn't want to alienate him.' She thought about it a little more, as she cooked herself some food. Throughout the cooking and the eating, she could only think of how Liam would have reacted. First to the pictures, then the video and finally the reveal, that it was her that had sent it.

"Oh God," she suddenly said to herself out loud. "He hadn't seen them! He hadn't seen them. Any of them. He had no idea what you were talking about." She put her hands to her face, smiling jubilantly. "Oh that poor confused young man...I wonder if ... I wonder if he has seen them now?" She realised immediately that thinking about it was getting her a little 'hot under the collar' again, so decided that she would go and have a shower before she ended up 'dipping' her fingers for a fourth time that day. Clearing away the cooking stuffs and quickly tidying the kitchen, she went up to her room and slowly started to disrobe. Standing naked before her bedroom mirror, she suddenly made a pact with herself. "No more masturbation Izzy, until you have had that young man's cock inside you; deal?" She stretched her hand out to the mirror as if in handshake and laughed a somewhat wicked laugh. A laugh she would swear had not come from her?