Linking Demon Pt. 10

"The sons and daughters of Lilith, will prey upon the young at night. 'Tis also true that in times of weakness, or of doubt, the more mature and experienced adult can be a potential target. And not just by night, for 'tis truth to say by day these daemons are as mischievous."

Monstromous - c.1796

Charlotte dreamed that she had nestled in closely to her husband. She felt his slightly portly belly warm against her back. The cheeks of her bottom, were pressed against his groin. She could feel his heat from that area, emanate outwards, giving her an enormous sense of wellbeing. She murmured contentedly. He moved in his sleep, enfolding her body with his arm. In her dream, she was as close to happiness as a person could come, perhaps with one exception. She wiggled her bottom, her cheeks spreading either side of the sleeping form of her husband's cock. The contact with his genitals bringing on a heat within her. Charlotte pushed herself hard against Simon's cock in the hopes the move would wake him, but he remained in deep sleep.

Rolling slightly onto her chest, she raised her left leg. Her right leg she straightened out, keeping it in contact with her husband. She could still feel his limp penis at the base of her bottom, resting upon the top-most part of her thigh. Her right arm was up underneath the pillow, but with her left, she slipped two fingers into her mouth, sucking noisily upon them. Her tongue playing over the filbert nails, as she sucked on them, pulling them from her mouth at the same time. She then ran the fingers down over her left breast, leaving a slight trail of wetness. Her nipple was already raised and hard. Keenly waiting for the touch of those fingers. But as Charlotte's fingers drew near, she paused them in their progress to run them over and around the areola.

The erected nipple, had drawn much of the areola into it, as its surface area increased, but there was still plenty of the bumpy red-brown skin for her fingers to play with. Charlotte's large nipples and areola were favoured by her husband, who would often suckle upon them child-like. But she loved them too. Since child-birth they had not only increased in size, but importantly for her, in sensitivity too. She also liked the fact that through most blouses, her nipples were visible when she was bra-less and through some, when she was wearing a bra.

She removed her fingers from teasing the nipple's adornment, to suck them into her mouth again, before, wet with her saliva, she directed them straight to her aching thumb-nail sized erection, to pinch and pull upon it. She moaned, not worried at how loud she was, she needed this, her body was giving her no option.

Her fingers teased upon the marble-hard protuberance, each time she squeezed it, almost to the point of pain, she swivelled her hips, driving the mound of her pussy into the mattress. Ever in her mind was the limp cock riding on her thigh as she began to buck to the self-induced pleasure. Her fingers had now moved on from their torture, and had already traversed the soft curves of her hanging breast, running over the humps of her ribs and across her flat stomach. Charlotte was always completely shaven about her pussy, her husband preferred it, but then, so did she. And now as her fingers crested her pubic mound and her index finger slid between her wet lips, she enjoyed her bald pussy all the more. The top of her hand contacted the bed sheets as she ran her finger down her slick channel towards her vagina. The sheets were wet and the contact with her hand made her purr. "Ummm, ohhhhh." She vocalised her growing lust. Her hip pushing into her husband's sleeping body as her finger circled around her now swollen clitoris.

She allowed her forefinger and index finger to part her labia and slide down towards her hole, picking up her juice as they slid downwards. At the sphincter, she ran them around the puckered hot flesh before sliding them inside her. "OOHH FUCK!" She moaned loudly, both legs shooting straight out so that she lay upon her hand, the fingers slurped noisily in and out of her hot wetness. She was surprised at how near to orgasm she was already. She had played with herself many times, with or without her husband, but she considered playing with herself with him asleep in the bed and not knowing what she was doing, was in fact tripling her arousal.

She held her hand and fingers steady and started to fuck them, raising and lowering herself onto them, her hips rubbing on her husband's cock at the same time. Her breathing rasped in her chest as with eyes closed, her climax neared. "Oh fuck, oh fuck ohhhh." Charlotte panted into her pillow. Her mind taken over by the animal need to be fucked. Suddenly she felt a stiffening of Simon's cock against her and his hand slip across her buttocks towards her pussy. She opened her legs, welcoming; screaming, for his attention. His fingers slipped with ease, into her hotness, joining hers.

"Fuck you are hot Charlie!" His fingers dipped into her twice, then fully lubricated he pulled them out and rammed them into her arse up to the knuckles.

"OH GOD, GOD Simon, oh SIMON!" As she felt his burgeoning cock increasing in its growth expansion, her brain exploded with the overload of sexual input it was receiving. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh, uugh!"

"Charlie you are a fucking hot little minx, you almost finished without me, didn't you?"

All Charlotte could think about was that throbbing erection pulsing hot against her leg. Her right hand had shot from beneath the pillow and grasped hold of the erection, squeezing upon it as she dipped another couple of fingers into her cunt and rode out her orgasm. Her come flooding over her hand and onto the sheets. "Oh Fuck, oh fuck that was good, oh Christ I needed that...oh...oh." She puffed and panted into the pillow trying to recover her breath, then turned and said seductively to her husband. "Fuck me Simon, fuck me hard, please... oh please...fuck me hard!"

He raised himself over her thigh and kneeling between her wide-open legs, he lowered himself upon her, his stiff cock sliding between the lubricated cheeks of her bum and into the waiting embrace of her wet finger tips. Charlotte squeezed the bulbous head a couple of times, then guided it in between her labia and into her gaping hole. With his bulk, she could only receive a few inches, but that was enough to have her moaning again. Simon grabbed at her hair with one hand, whilst pushing her into the mattress as he began to ride her. "Wanking without me huh? Now I shall make you pay for that!"

"Ohhh pleaseeeee!" She screamed. "Christ your cock feels hot and fucking big."

She felt Simon slide in and out of her hotness, his weight adding to the power of each rough thrust. Just how she liked it. Her climax was on the rise again as he suddenly vacated her gripping vaginal muscles and replaced them with her anal sphincter, pushing his hot sticky, come covered erection past the tight muscles and into her anus. "Christ!" He said. "That feels fucking tight!"

"NOOO! OH NO! I...Oh fuck Simon, is there...OH GOD, I can feel him throbbing, don't come in my arse, I want you spurting that load onto my tits and face!"

Simon was panting and close to orgasm, "Well you better get ready then my little harlot!" He quickly withdrew and easily turned Charlotte over by grabbing her about the hips. For the entire time her fingers had been playing about her pussy and had been 'dipping' again once he had vacated her cunt. She was about to explode in climax too.

"Ahhhh, there's my pretty boy." She purred at Simon's cock "God, I seem to have made a mess of him haven't I. My juices are just everywhere! Ummm...maybe if mummy's little boy covers her with his hot sperm, I will lick and suck him clean afterwards. Would my baby like that?" Simon's cock appeared to bob in acquiescence, making Charlotte laugh. "Oh, baby would like that I see. Well first of all, baby needs to do something for mummy."

Simon was kneeling between her parted thighs; he was panting and his wet cock was jerking in its death throws. Charlotte loved looking at erect cocks, more so when they were pointing at her face and ejaculating. She intently watched Simon's cock as it pulsed upwards and dribbles of pre-come leaked from the end. "OOhhh God, Simon, your cock makes me so horny. You wank him for me and I'll wank for you. Let me see all of that lovely come, before I burst!"

Simon gripped his cock and started to pump. Charlotte meanwhile spread her pussy lips with one hand and fingered her clitoris with the other, giving her husband, what she hoped was a good view of her wanking herself. "Ohh, OOH, yes, yes, come for me, cover me with your hot come." She stared at the bouncing cock, willing the come to burst forth. "Ooh yes, that's my little baby, oh, come for mummy, look...huh...ughh, look, mummy is playing with herself for you. Come...OH GOD...I'M Coming...too...OH COME FOR MUMMY. Come on mummy's tits, there's a good little baby! Oh FUCK, YES...YES! FUCKING HELL SIMO..."

Charlotte looked up, the pleasure and insatiable lust written upon her face. The face that greeted her however, was not the face of her loving husband, but that of Liam. She looked directly into her son's eyes; his face was contorted in pleasure. "I'm coming mummy, I'm coming for you!"

Charlotte was at the precipice. There was no going back, only forward into orgasm. But she stopped dead in horror as her son crouched over her, wanking on his cock, just as she had demanded. Her hands froze, her fingers motionless, still inside her cunt. "LIAM," she screamed, "LIAM, OH LIAM. LIAM PLEASE! OH LIAM NO, STOP...STOP LIAM...STOP...what are you doing? You... you mustn't, oh stop...please... Liam I beg ohhhhh, nooooo. Ohhhh GOD! Liam...Liam...oh...OH...OHH LIAM!" Despite her pleading her eyes were once again locked onto the cock before her. Only now it was twice the length and girth of her husband's. Suddenly, hot splashes of come hit her squarely in the face, ricocheting up into her eyelid and hair.

More of the sticky molten-hot sperm hit her chin and ran down her neck onto the pillow. As her son wanked, he kept repeating, "Mum, mum are you ok. Mum?" Little puddles of his come lay on her stomach, pooling in her belly button, she had not witnessed this amount of come ejaculated from a cock before. Yet more come sprang forth onto her breasts and still the beast, her 'little baby', was not done. "Mum, Mum?" More, white-hot semen hit her full bore in the pussy as the cock was directed downwards. The semen oozed about her fingers as she mixed it with her juice, suddenly realising that she was vigorously wanking herself again and sobbing at the intensity and insanity of the orgasm she was experiencing. Her thighs gripped tightly about the body of her son as they spasmed with each wave of intense pleasure. She pushed her hips up to meet her plunging fingers, all four, knuckle deep as she fucked herself with them. Her orgasm just kept riding over her; wave upon wave of illicit passion. Each fresh wave dragging from her more cries, more moans and more of her leaking juice on the bedsheets.

"Oh God, OH GOD. FUCK, so much...so much hot...GOD, so much come. Oh no...not again...uuuhhhh, ummmmmm oh, oh. Oh Liam, oh Liam..." Charlotte called out in the throes of anguished passion. "Huh..huh, huh...oh...oh...oh fuck...oh fuck. What have you done to me? What have you done?"

"Are you ok mum? Are you ok?"

"I told you that we would have more fun tonight, did I not my strumpet. Know now, that your will is my will." Laughter peeled in Charlotte's head.

Liam had not gone to sleep after seeing that video. His mind ran over situation after situation, and still he could not think of the right thing to do. He heard his mother's voice a couple of times and looked at the clock. It was 2:20 in the morning. "Christ!" He said, "You are going to be useless at work in the morning." He heard his mum's voice again. Only this time, he thought he heard his name being called. He listened again, thinking that she was probably just calling out in her sleep. But he then heard her clearly.

"LIAM, OH LIAM. LIAM PLEASE!" Saying something further that he did not catch. She sounded distressed. So, he jumped out of bed and threw on his dressing gown before rushing across the landing. He pushed wide her bedroom door, not wanting to blind her by putting on the main light. Before him, Charlotte rocked in the bed. Her table light was still on and he could see clearly her breasts were exposed. The large nipples standing proud upon the apex of the mounds. Both breasts were squeezed between her arms, which disappeared beneath the covers and appeared to go between her legs. Her knees were raised and spread apart. "Christ!" He said, thinking that he had burst in on his mother playing with herself, but then she cried out again, evidently still asleep.

"OH LIAM NO, STOP...STOP LIAM...STOP...what are you doing?" She was obviously having some sort of nightmare.

Liam leaned over her and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, calling softly whilst rocking her, "Mum, mum are you ok. Mum?" He rocked her a little more vigorously trying to get her to wake, "Mum, Mum?" Gradually her eyes flickered open and he could see that he had dragged her back from the edge of whatever dark place she had visited. "Are you ok mum? Are you ok?"

Charlotte looked up at Liam as he leaned over her. "What have you done?" She seemed to admonish him. "Oh Liam, what have you done? How could you Liam?"

"Wha... hey, I just woke you from a really bad dream, you were shouting out my name. I...I..." He looked away from her as he finished his sentence, "I didn't uncover you, you were already like that, honestly." He had completely got hold of the wrong end of the stick. And was now feeling very embarrassed about his mum's naked breasts. Their nipples for some reason looking even larger now. Though he did notice that his mum's room was a good deal colder than his, perhaps he thought she liked it like that?

Charlotte was slow to realise her breasts were fully on display. She was also slow in realising that her fingers were still deeply inside her vagina. The realisation made her immediately flush. She pulled them out, but to her horror as she did so, there was a loud, wet, squelching sexual sound, that only made her embarrassment more intense. It was obvious to her that Liam had heard the noise and understood what it meant, as he too began to flush furiously. Charlotte raised herself in the bed, trying not to show her very wet fingers. She still felt the hot globs of semen on her skin, and when she raised herself, thought she felt some trickles of sperm across her breasts, stomach and neck as it ran down her body. But when she looked, there was no sign of the male sex fluid. She suddenly caught up with the fact that her breasts were exposed to Liam, and finally covered herself.

"I'm sorry Liam," she said smiling at him and patting the bed next to her, inviting him to sit. As he did so, she carried on. "I must have been having a really bad nightmare, though as is often the case with these things, I don't remember much about it now." She didn't like lying to her son, but could not tell him the truth. "I didn't mean to accuse you of uncovering...I mean I wasn't accusing you of wanting to see my... that is. What I meant was... Liam, I don't know what I meant." She placed her hand upon his thigh, mid-way between his knee and his groin. "Thank you for being so concerned though."

"No problem," he said, looking at her fingers upon his thigh. They glistened wetly, and he knew what the source of that wetness was. Where her hand rested, it was only an inch or so away from his dormant cock. Although the fact that her hand was so close, a hand that had recently been at play and was covered in her juice, meant that his cock was not so dormant now. He fought against the beast's impulse to break into the light but knew that it was going to be close to impossible to control. The sheet had fallen down from his mum's breasts and both nipples were teasingly popping into view again as she breathed. His cock twitched and expand, pushing wide the dressing gown and seemed to be reaching towards his mother's fingers. He had lost the fight.

Charlotte was smiling at her son, trying to reassure him that she was not cross or upset with him. She wanted to kiss his desperately hurt face and let him know everything was ok, but felt in the current circumstances, that would not be a good idea. Suddenly a movement near to her hand made her glance to her left. She noticed immediately that her fingers glistened with the wetness of her lubrication, something Liam had obviously seen too, because beneath the loose folds of his dressing gown, she noticed a small bounce and twitch. She continued to look, transfixed, bearing witness to his expanding bulge. It was currently hidden beneath the loose material, but she knew, having now seen its monstrous size, albeit from a distance, that it would not remain hidden for much longer. Yet still she could not draw her eyes away. Any moment his cock would reveal itself, through the flap of his dressing gown. Charlotte looked up into her son's eyes, there was confusion and hurt there, but also something more. She flicked her eyes back downwards, knowing that it was likely his cock was emerging from its hiding place. She knew that she stared for a couple of seconds longer than she should, allowing the monster to grow a little larger before she said, "Oh!" And drew her hand away. "Oh Liam...your...its...is it because of me?"

Liam stood, turning away from his mother, "I must be getting to sleep mum," he said. As long as you are ok?" He didn't wait to find out, "Well, good night."

"Ohh...but we need to talk. I need to explain..."

"No, you want to see his cock break free of its confines, you horny bitch!"

"Good night mum." He repeated as he pulled her door to.

"Liam? Good night darling."

"She has her hand within inches of his cock, and still she lets him get away. This woman is an idiot!" Charlotte continued to ignore the voice. But realised another line in the sand had been crossed. There weren't many left.

"We can talk about your dream tomorrow." Liam said as he walked back to his room.