Linking Demon Pt. 11

Liam, as was his norm, had left early for work. He had set out the breakfast things for his mother, and put the coffee on to percolate. Drinking his protein shake, he stared absent-mindedly at his reflection in the kitchen window. It was still dark outside and there was little for him to see, not that he was even thinking along those lines. 'How to react to what Izzy had done?' The fact that the pictures were for him was now indisputable. For she wouldn't have asked him not to tell his mother about them. Though there was a possibility that she was talking about the wine?? 'Should he delete them? Should he react at all? Surely he should?'

Then there is what happened in the early hours with his mother. She was having a bad dream, no doubt about that. But that dream had evidently included some pleasure, for even he knew, a woman does not get wet without provocation. He had seen his mum's breasts once or twice before when he was small and she wasn't so concerned about covering them up then. Usually this was on holiday. But he had not seen them for many years. He was annoyed with himself at how easily he was aroused by the sight of them, no matter how perfectly formed they were? Of course, his mother's fingers covered in her come didn't help. "Oh God!" He said as he walked out of the house and got into his car. "What am I supposed to do now? She saw your cock getting hard for God's sake!" On his drive to work, he could think of nothing else. He knew that Izzy was coming around to see his mother today for coffee. They were really good friends, 'What would they be talking about? Him? Perhaps some subtle questioning of his mum this evening would help? But then, did he want to know? Could he even face his mother?'

Greeting some of his work mates, he got changed into his Jaguar overalls. He knew he had a busy day ahead of him as he had checked his schedule as he 'clocked in'. He hoped that if he got on with something that kept his hands and his brain busy, he would forget about everything else. Liam knew this was just delaying the inevitable, but sometimes avoiding stuff initially, allowed for other options to present themselves.

Izzy texted Charlotte to confirm that she was available for coffee and a chat. They had agreed that 11:00ish was a good time so she then nipped out to get some biscuits and some cake for them to nibble on. In truth, she wanted to make sure that if Liam had said anything, she was prepared with a lot of sweet stuffs, in the hopes of placating her friend. "Better get some chocolate too!"

Charlotte busied herself about the house with some chores. Her own maelstrom of thoughts running around in her head. The dream she had had, impacted on her deeply; not just because of who was involved, but because of the intensity. Because of the content, because it had left her with her fingers deep inside of her. To her knowledge, the first 'wet dream' she had had. And also, because she was sure she could feel her son's hot sperm on her body after she woke. And of course, that voice? She really needed to speak to Liam, she needed to reassure him that everything was fine. She fully understood that young men struggle at the best of times to control themselves. When faced with a naked woman, even if that naked woman was their mother, the reaction she had seen in Liam, was almost a certainty. In many ways she was flattered that a look at her breasts had elicited such an immediate response. 'Not bad for an old girl.' She thought, then stopped that train of thought where it was. 'I'm his mother for goodness sake!'

Collecting the washing from the bedrooms and bringing it down to the utility room to sort and wash, she rummaged through the pockets of Liam's clothes. She had found so many items in the past; tools, nuts and bolts, bits of cars, wire etc. And would always tell him to empty his pockets before chucking his clothes in the wash. He never seemed to learn though. In the inside pocket of his overalls, she pulled out what she thought was a rag, only to find some very expensive looking red filigreed panties. "God LIAM!" She exclaimed, "I thought we had put that fetish to bed!" As she looked at them however, she realised almost immediately, that they were not hers. "Ohh," She said dropping them back into the basket, "I don't even want to know if they are clean or not!"

Leaving them there for 'discussion' later, she sorted her 'whites' wash. She picked up her white panties that she wore the day before and could still see the evidence of her lust upon them, her stomach started to churn again as she thought about what she had seen of Liam. She threw the panties into the wash and set the machine to 'on', but could not distract her brain from its train of thought. It was on that track, and was going to get to its destination. The image of Liam holding onto the top of his huge cock, whilst watching porn, was not something she could easily forget, nor was her dream of him kneeling between her thighs pumping his hot come onto her breasts and face. A dream it may have been, but so intense was it, that it might just as well have been real. She tried again to de-rail the train, and walked up the stairs to Liam's bedroom, deciding that she had better strip his sheets from the bed. And thinking about it, she had better strip her sheets too.

Izzy arrived a little after the agreed time, but Charlotte didn't mind, it was only a coffee after all. The girls hugged each other and Izzy hung up her coat. "Been to the shops and got us some treats." She said, bearing the chocolate and the biscuits, she also had a few tea cakes.

"Oh, wow. There was no need. But thank you."

"No problem Charlie. I felt a craving for some sugary things. And the chocolate too." Both women laughed. Izzy sat herself at the breakfast bar as Charlotte got them both a coffee.

"So," Charlotte said, ever the direct person. "Liam told me something last night, that I need to get to the bottom of....."

Izzy flushed immediately, her stomach was already bubbling with nerves and now she felt a little sick too. Charlotte had placed a coffee on the bar for them both and sat down opposite Izzy and was looking directly at her for her response.

"Oh, and what was it that he said?" Izzy tried to play it cool.

"Well...." Charlotte paused. Izzy's insides were close to being her outsides. "He mentioned to me what you had done....."

"Look Charlie, let me explain, as a woman in a similar situation, well maybe you would have done the same? I.....I.....just couldn't help myself......and once I had started, I could not stop."

Charlotte realised they were talking at cross purposes. "Izzy, I was talking about you coming back at lunch time to make Liam some lunch and to check that he was ok. I thought that really sweet. He did mention that in the evening, you were distracted and looking a little sad, but...... what were you talking about?"

"Oh, so he didn't mention......." Izzy's brain was moving at 100 miles an hour. 'What to say, how to recover from this?' A thought came to her that she went with. "Well I thought you meant that I had asked him to do some more jobs for me about the house, as a woman on her own, some of these things are difficult. And he did come to my rescue so sweetly the night before."

Charlotte nodded at her friend, seemingly satisfied. "He said that he wasn't really sure you were happy with the job that he did as you were acting a little weird? I didn't get the chance to ask him what he meant by weird. Are you ok Izzy? Is there something going on at work, or something that is going on that you are not telling me?"

Izzy was feeling relieved that Liam had obviously kept his word. She knew Charlie well, and if Liam had said something about her little 'messages' to him, she would have mentioned it straight away. She was safe for now. But should she confess to having the 'hots' for her son? It might make things a little easier later?

"Come on Izzy, what are you hiding from me?"

"I er......I......oh Charlie, I have an ulterior motive for having your son, having Liam come and do jobs for me."

Charlotte broke out into a knowing smile. "Go on." She was not going to make this too easy for Izzy.

"Well, it is like this. You and I have known each other for years and I have seen Liam grow into a very handsome young man. Well, being without a husband, shall we say makes one's mind wander. And mine is wandering all over your son. I'm afraid I fancy him Charlie. I fancy him a lot. And yes I know I'm twice his age but..... surely you of all people can understand? I didn't want this to happen......it just has and I can't help myself from flirting with him and a little more......."

"Ok, Izzy. You can stop the internal torment. I have known you long enough as you say. And I've known that you find my son attractive too. What's not to fancy right? I am close to Liam; he tells me everything. So, he told me of your little 'displays' whilst changing the light bulb, etc. That is taking things beyond flirting Izzy. Liam has said a few things that make me think he finds you attractive too, but I think the fact that you and I are friends, is what is holding him back. He will kill me for saying this, but I don't think he has been with a girl, so I think that is a big factor in him being slow on the up-take too."

"He fancies me too, wait, he's a virgin?"

"A little yes, and yes he's a virgin, but don't you dare tell him how you found out! Look, put it like this, he has mentioned noticing some of your, shall we say 'larger' assets and mentioned your long legs and of course your knicker display. But I have said enough and Liam would be distraught if he knew I had mentioned any of this. So not a word."

"He likes my breasts and my legs? Yes, my knicker display. So naughty, but so randy afterwards. So, what are you saying? That you are ok with me.......and your son?"

"Izzy he is in his twenties. He is legally an adult. If he was to have my next-door neighbour over her kitchen table, there is not a thing I can do about it. But you hurt him, and I will kill you!" She smiled at Izzy, but Izzy could see she meant it.

"What, has he said he wants to take me on the kitchen table.." Izzy flushed with excitement. "That is so hot!"

"No! That was just an expression!"

"Oh, that's a shame." Izzy giggled at Charlotte, that then started her off too.

"You are incorrigible."

"Ohhh, you have no idea how bad I am." Said Izzy with feeling. "You know, if I were in your shoes, I would be in serious trouble."

Charlotte laughed at Izzy, but could say nothing of how close to the mark her comment was. And now that she had pretty much given Izzy the green light with Liam, she suddenly felt a tinge of jealousy.

Liam stared at the broken car before him. He loved working on the XKR, but it was one of the older Jaguar marks now, and spare parts were getting harder to find. He had tracked down a new throttle body in a place in Birmingham, and was waiting for it to be couriered down. The client had been promised that this vehicle would be ready for collection tomorrow morning, and he still had loads to do to get it ready. This would be a late one. He picked up his phone and dropped his mum a text. "Have to work late to finish a job. Don't worry about dinner, will go straight to the gym. I'll grab a sandwich when I get back." He sent the text.

A minute later his phone advised him of a message. "Forgotten my 'X' again! Ok darling. Though you will not get a sandwich when you come in. After a full day and only that stuff you drink? No, I will prepare a little something."

"Ok mum, and thanks. XX." It was so much easier to text than talk face to face with her at the moment. He was completely ashamed with himself and he knew she probably was with him too.

Izzy had left Charlottes at 14:00. They had had a good girlie chat, and she felt much better for having told Charlotte about fancying Liam. She could not bring herself to tell her what she had done though, nor could she say that the 'fancying', was more like an obsession. But at least it was out in the open, if only a little part of it. They gave each other a long hug before parting. Almost as if it was to be their last. For her it was a hug of redemption and acceptance by Charlotte of her admission. As they pulled apart, Izzy could see that Charlotte's nipples were erect and visible. She laughed at her friend. "I think my breasts are not just attractive to someone's son eh hun?" She put out a finger and pushed on one of Charlotte's erections. "Put those away before they blind someone."

Charlotte looked down at herself and tutted her disgust. "God I really don't know what is the matter with me at the moment. All sorts of things seem to be turning me on."

"It's simple Charlie, you just need something hot and hard between your legs. Something attached to a man preferably. Then again, you're not alone there. But maybe my luck is changing eh?" She winked and smiled.

"Now Iz, if you do end up having sex with my son; God I can't believe I'm discussing this; I want to hear none of the details ok. I don't mind hearing about other exploits, but none involving Liam, deal?"

"I wouldn't dream of it, that sort of stuff is between him and me. But maybe you should get some too?"

"WHAT! From Liam, don't be absurd."

"No idiot, I didn't mean from Liam, I meant from another fella."

"Sure, when do I get chance? I don't go anywhere to meet a man."

"Look, I'm just saying think about it. It has been a good few years now, why not look at some dating apps? You never know. At the very least, you might get a good fuck out of it!"

"Get out of here you harlot." Charlotte laughed, slapping Izzy hard on the bum.

"Hey, that's enough of that, you know it turns me on!"

"Out!" Charlotte laughed. "Well have another one in a couple of days."

"Ok hun," Izzy blew a kiss as she walked down the drive. "You'd better get rid of those before Liam comes home." She pointed her two fore-fingers at Charlotte's still hard nipples. "I don't want any competition now."

"Izzy, you are terrible." Charlotte's face and upper chest was a wildfire of embarrassed flushing. She closed the door quickly before Izzy noticed.

"Huh," said the now familiar voice. Even she knows."

"Knows what?" Charlotte found herself responding.

"Knows that you want him too. And you will have him my pretty, don't worry."

"STOP. I don't want to hear anything more." She bashed her hands on her head as if to clear away her thoughts and was then happily distracted by a text message. It was Liam saying he had to work late. She was disappointed, because she wanted to talk with him, but it could wait.