Charlie Comes Home Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Charlie Comes Home Pt. 01 by Str4ng3rth4nf1ct1on,Str4ng3rth4nf1ct1on Warning. Incest. Manipulation. Amputee. Mother and huge cocked son are just a few of the tags in this story. It’s purely fictional. Please forgive any grammatical errors. I write for pleasure rather than accuracy. I’m considering a further part if there’s enough interest. Hope you enjoy.

Claire Simpson looked at her reflection in the bedroom mirror and took a deep breath. ’12 years,’ she thought to herself, nervously running the brush through her long brunette hair, recognising the familiar sadness in her brown eyes. It was all she saw whenever she looked at herself. Sadness. Sadness, tinged with guilt. It was difficult to remember the last time she felt truly happy. Guilt and sorrow were the only emotions she’d felt for 12 long years……..ever since the accident.

Her life had been idyllic. Her husband, Charles, had been a very successful stockbroker and they’d married when she was 23 years old, 5 years after their first date. He had been her one and only lover. They had a beautiful 5 bedroom detached home in the suburbs. The 2 acre gardens were immaculately maintained, as was the house. His income made it possible to employ a gardener and a housekeeper come chef, allowing Claire to concentrate on her one true vocation. She was a concert violinist and she was good. Very good. By the age of 30, she’d travelled the world, performing in some of the best venues and had become internationally recognised.

They hadn’t planned for a child, but when their son came along, she’d doted on him as any mother would. They named him Charlie, after his father. Travelling made it difficult, so they’d employed a live in nanny, gave him everything a child could wish for and sent him to the best schools. By the time he was 8 years old it was clear Charlie was an intelligent and well adjusted child. He had a bright future ahead of him.

Then the accident happened.

It had been a warm summers day that Sunday, so the Simpsons had driven to the countryside to enjoy a family picinic. They’d had a lovely day and after they packed hamper and blankets into the Range Rover, Claire had climbed into the driver’s seat. The country roads were winding, but quiet. Charlie was was listening to music on his headphones in the rear behind his father, who was reading through some reports for work. Then WHACK! Out of nowhere they were hit by a tractor on the passenger side, the Ranger Rover was toppling uncontrollably and everything went black.

When she awoke, Claire was aware of the emergency services, but kept fading in and out of consciousness. Then she was in an ambulance. Then she was in a hospital frantically asking the doctor after Charles and her son. Amazingly she had suffered barely a scratch. No broken bones. Not even whiplash. Just some mild concussion the doctor told her, before finally breaking the bad news.

Charles had suffered catastrophic injuries and died almost instantly, the doctor explained sympathetically. “He probably didn’t feel a thing Mrs Simpson,” he’d told her, well practiced at delivering such sad news. “Your son is undergoing surgery, but he’s alive,” he’d said, but his eyes were downcast. “He’s in critical condition Mrs Simpson, but we’re hopeful.”

Claire’s grief for her husband was surpassed by the worry for her son. His injuries were many and after he was finally wheeled into the critical care unit, she was updated. All 4 of his young limbs had been so badly damaged they’d needed to amputate. His legs from above the knees and his arms from the elbows. Not only that. He’d suffered a traumatic brain injury too and to give him the best chance of survival, would need to be kept in an induced coma. Nobody could tell her for how long.

Claire barely remembered the following 18 months. The funeral for Charles was arranged by his parents along with all their finances. She spent most of her time in hospital to be near Charlie until after 3 months, he was brought out of his coma. She recalled the relief, however it was just the beginning of a long road to recovery and Claire wasn’t able to cope. Charlie had changed. The brain injury left him psychologically damaged and eventually, regretfully, she put him into full time care. The best she could afford.

The accident wasn’t her fault, yet the guilt she felt never left her. Survivors guilt she was told. It didn’t make her feel any better. She formulated a long term plan and dedicated herself to it. She never remarried or even went on dates. Charles would forever be her one and only love. There was only one thing on her mind. One person. All her hard work and diligent planning had come to this point. After 12 years of rehabilitation, therapy and care, Charlie was coming home.

She was, of course, happy. Her objectives has been realised and at 50 years of age, she could now devote herself to her son and care for him without having to worry financially. She was, however, nervous.

In spite of regular visits, Charlie was almost a stranger. The once well adjusted child had suffered immeasurably. The physical aspect was much easier to deal with than the psychological effects of his brain injury. Charlie lacked empathy. He was emotionally cold and was prone to bouts of aggression and bad temper, both physical and verbal. Alongside this, as he went puberty, he became sexually inappropriate, making unwanted foul mouthed and obscene advances to the female nurses. It was part of his condition, the consultant had explained. At the age of 16, it had become so bad that the female carers and nurses refused to deal with him, so he’d been assigned male carers. Even so, his behaviour hadn’t changed much. That was until at 18, Joshua was assigned to care for him.

He was a young man of 25, but whatever it was that Joshua did, Charlie began to respond positively. His psychotherapy began to work, his temper tantrums came less often and even his sexually inappropriate behaviour seemed to be under control………to some extent at least.

Yes, for Charlie, Joshua was a godsend. He remembered their first day together and the look on Joshua’s face when he came to bathe him for the first time. Whatever physical and mental torture Charlie had been put through, God had gifted him. Gifted him with a cock the size of a horse. Like divine intervention for the loss of his limbs. When erect, it stood at 11 and a half inches long and 9 and a quarter inches in girth. He knew this because Joshua had later, lovingly measured him. His balls were equally huge and swunk heavily within the sack of his scrotum. His genitals looked absurdly large in comparison to his skinny, mutilated body. Even flaccid, his cock was only a couple of inches shorter than his legs.

For Joshua too, a young gay man, Charlie was a godsend. He was simultaneously shocked and overwhelmed by the sight of Charlie’s horse cock when he first laid eyes on it. It was barely a few days later before he introduced Charlie to the delights of being masturbated. The resultant ejaculaton was of mammoth proportions and Joshua soon realised it was not a one off. Charlie was bordering on hyperspermia and regularly shot upwards of 14 or 15 long and powerful spurts of the creamy stuff. It was truly a sight to behold to watch Charlie ejaculate. Needless to say, their friendship developed at a rapid pace. Charlie was finally able to release the pent up frustrations of enforced abstinence. It went a long way to easing his psychological issues, but not fully.

Still, Joshua had no issues with the obscene verbal rhetoric spewing from Charlie’s mouth. If anything it just spurred him on. Soon he was sucking on that monster cock and avocado sized balls at every opportunity. Sometimes as often as thrice daily. Charlie was extremely virile and needed release often. He never did quite manage to swallow everything that Charlie squirted, there was just too much and too powerful, but he delighted in trying. He taught Charlie that his huge cock was a rarity and something to be proud of and even though he wasn’t gay, there would be plenty of women and men who be only too glad to bed him.

“Once they see that fucking horse cock,” he would grin dreamily from his prone position between Charlies stumps. “They’ll want it the same way I do.”

He shaved Charlie. He pampered Charlie. He bathed him and made Charlie feel as if he were a God. He taught Charlie how to use the internet and soon he was able to experience the wonderful and perverted world of pornography……….and Charlie became addicted. He was enthralled with the variety, the kinks and the fetishes that played out in front of his eager eyes. Joshua was right too. He quickly realised that even the biggest porn star cocks he saw, rarely matched him for size. They definitely didn’t come close to his huge ejaculations. The thing he revelled in most of all? The women. All shapes, sizes, colours and looks. They all had his massive cock hard and he longed for more than Joshua’s hands and mouth. He longed for the touch of a woman and the only woman who came anywhere near him anymore, was his mother.

By the age of 20, he could get around on his prosthetic legs quite easily, but his artificial arms and hands were only good for a few things and it frustrated him. He was pretty much able to control his outbursts, but not completely. They would come and go randomly, especially when he was frustrated. He was aware that most everyone gave in when he lost his temper, choosing to give him what he wanted rather than go through the hassle of denying him. It was a lesson he never forgot and with his lack of empathy, he took advantage of often. Charlie liked to get his own way.

When his mother came to collect him, he appraised her like an object. Like the women he saw on the internet. She was petite at 5’4″ tall. Slim, bordering on skinny, with small tight buttocks in her black leggings and tiny ‘A” cup tits, hardly noticeable under her white T-shirt. Still, he noted, her nipples were very large. They stuck out like thumbs. He couldn’t help but smirk as he thought of chewing on them. For a 50 year old woman, she looked kind of cute with big dark eyes and pert nose. Her mouth was small though. Too small.

There had been many times he’d fantasised about her while Joshua tended to his cock. Those fantasies were often dark and kinky. He’d blamed his circumstances on her many times, but deep down he knew it wasn’t her fault. However, he couldn’t help but want her to pay sometimes. She’d left him in care for 12 fucking years. Fucking bitch. Nonetheless, he greeted her warmly, feeling her bullet-like teats pressing against his chest when she hugged him lovingly.

“Hey mum,” he smiled at her, before kissing her soft cheek. She smelled good, but her make up was minimal. He didn’t like that. Charlie preferred the make up the women wore in the porn videos he watched.

“Hey baby,” Claire greeted him, thankful that he seemed in good spirits. He liked it when she called him that. “Let’s get you in the car. Then I’ll get your bags.”

“I would have thought you’d have come by taxi,” he muttered gruffly, unable to stop himself. “Remember what happened the last time you drove me?”

Claire was used to his cutting remarks, but it still hurt. “We’ve been through this before Charlie,” she responded positively, but he could see the guilt in her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry mum,” he said. “I didn’t mean it. You know I can’t help it,” he smiled.

So she took him to the car and started to help him in. He smacked her hand away forcefully. “I’m not a total fucking cripple mother!” he snapped. “I can get in a fucking car without help you know.”

It was something Claire knew she would have to get used to and she was fully prepared for the difficulties that lay ahead. This day was, after all, the one she’d planned for and worked towards for so many years. “Ok baby,” she said with no animosity. “You settle in while I get your things.”

Claire was constantly on edge during the journey home, not helped by Charlie’s comments, telling her to “be careful mother” or “slow down.” She appreciated it must be frightening for him, but even so her nerves were frayed by the time she pulled into the driveway.

“I’ve had the annex remodelled for you baby,” she explained cheerfully once they were indoors. “I thought it would be easier for you rather than having to climb the stairs.”

His mother had done a good job too. Charlie realised he had everything he needed in his own space. Large flat screen TV, smart speakers and desktop PC with widescreen monitor were just a few of the things that caught his eye. He had his own living area, separate bedroom, large wardrobe and huge walk-in shower kitted out with support rails and bench.

“Wow. This is great mum,” he told her, genuinely impressed with what she’d done for him. He wondered if she really meant it when she said “Anything for my baby,” before telling him to settle in while she got his bags from the car.

He decided to test her. “I need to piss,” he announced casually, when she returned. “You do understand you’ll have to help me, mother?” he lied.

She didn’t. Claire, thought he was able to use the toilet by himself. She was certain that’s what she’d been told, but maybe she’d been wrong. “So what do I need to do, baby?” she asked hesitantly, preferring not to challenge him.

“Stand to my side and unzip me,” he explained carefully, in front of the toilet “Then take my cock out and hold it,” he smirked. “Make sure you point it at the bowl mum, I’ll do the rest,” he laughed and Claire laughed with him……nervously.

“I’d prefer you to call it your ‘penis’ rather than……” she began. She really didn’t like his use of coarse language, but he snapped at her.

“For fucks sake mother! It’s a cock,” he hissed. “Now hurry up or I’m gonna piss my fucking shorts.”

She fumbled with the zipper, hands shaking, then reached inside. Charlie watched her face carefully, remembering the look in Joshua’s eyes when he first saw his cock. He wasn’t disappointed.

“What’s wrong mother,” he asked innocently. Despite her efforts to remain calm, he saw the look of shock on his mother’s face, before looking down to the small dainty hand wrapped around his girth.

“N…nothing baby,” she stammered. She couldn’t actually believe her own eyes. Even with her whole hand holding him, there must have been 5 inches of thick flesh protruding beyond her grip. Her son’s limp penis was twice as long as her late husband’s fully erect member, the only other penis she had ever known. Not only that, Claire’s finger’s didn’t meet. She was astonished that a penis could be so large.

Charlie smirked. “You’ll need to hold it further down mum,” he advised. “And pull the foreskin back a little, otherwise my piss will spray everywhere.”

Claire was flustered, visibly blushing. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and on her neck, but fought back the feelings rising in her tummy……and lower. ‘This is your son!’ she reminded herself. ‘He just needs to urinate and it’s your job to care for him now. Get a grip Claire Simpson!’ she thought. Yet her eyes were fixated on the huge tube of flesh stretching her hand as she followed Charlies directions, moving her grip further down the shaft. She’d never actually masturbated her late husband, so when she pulled her hand back, she did so a little too far. Her eyes widened as the velvet-like skin rolled back to fully expose her son’s equally huge pink glans.

Claire forced herself to look away. “Am I……is this……am I doing it right Charlie?” she asked.

He was as engrossed in the act as his mother. The sight of her well manicured tiny hand on his huge cock was mesmerising. Her thumb resting just beneath the wide flair of his helmet caused him to thicken slightly. “Yeah, that’s right mum,” he said, catching his breath momentarily. “But you need to look at what you’re doing. Aim it towards to bowl.”

She turned to look just in time, feeling the surge of his urine in the palm of her hand and guided the thick stream of golden liquid towards the toilet water. Claire wondered if she would ever get used to it. Everything about it went against her strict upbringing, but she knew she had to do whatever was necessary to care for Charlie and if that meant helping him urinate, then so be it.

“You’re doing great mum,” Charlie encouraged and Claire felt a small sense of pride. She focused on the task fully, until the stream weakened and then stopped.

Moving to let go, Charlie snapped. “I haven’t fucking finished yet mother!”

“Sorry baby,” she said apologetically, renewing her grip as the monster in her hand flexed to squeeze out 4 more jets of liquid. Again, Claire relaxed her grip.

“Jesus fucking Christ mother!” he shouted. “Are you fucking stupid? You need to squeeze the rest out, otherwise I’ll have piss leaking into my shorts.”

Embarrassed, but not completely shocked by the outburst, Claire did as her son told her, squeezing the thick tube of meat as if milking a cow. Fearing another tantrum, she ignored the droplets of urine that coated her fingers even though it disgusted her.

“Yeah, that’s it mum,” Charlie told her, his tone more relaxed. “Make sure you roll the foreskin forward before putting me away,” he added.

Quickly washing her hands afterwards, she couldn’t help the revulsion in her stomach and Charlie noticed. “Best get used to it, mother,” he said coldly.

Of course, Charlie could have told her that he could go to the toilet by himself. He could have explained that the only help he needed was undoing and rezipping his shorts afterwards, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Charlie wanted to feel the touch of a woman on his cock. He wanted to know how far he could push his mother. Test her resolve. Prove her commitment to caring for him. Most of all, he wanted her to see his cock.

The rest of the day went pretty well for Claire. Charlie listened as she went through her routines. She was no domestic goddess, but Claire had learned to cook in readiness for his return home. A cleaner, Rose, came in 4 times a week. Whilst she had effectively retired, Claire still played her violin, but only at home.

“I did consider tutoring,” she explained. “But only when we’re more settled and only if you’re happy baby,” she added, keen to maintain equilibrium.

Charlie heard what she said. Only if he was happy.

At bedtime, Claire helped him with his prosthetic limbs, anxiously anticipating having to undress him.

“Well I can’t do it myself mother,” he said casually, hiding his keenness to be naked in front of her. “I usually sleep naked.”

As Claire removed his T-shirt, she was reminded of how much Charlie resembled his father with the same dark hair and bright blue eyes. There was something in his gaze though. He lacked emotion and it unnerved her. His torso was slim, skinny even and smooth. In fact he was hairless, even his armpits, which surprised her. Then she nervously removed his shorts and underpants in one go. God, he was hairless there too. His size was even more of a shock now that his genitals were completely exposed. His scrotum was huge, with massive testicles and his penis was nearly as long as his short legs. She actually gasped.

“Oh yeah,” he said as he lay his head on the pillows. “You’ll have to learn to shave me mother.”

He saw her nipples harden and her face flush. “But…..” she began to say.

“But fucking nothing mother,” he interrupted. “Joshua had no problem shaving me.”

Claire really wasn’t sure she liked the idea of doing something so intimate, but if his carer could, then she could too. She was determined to make sure her son was as well cared for as he’d been for the last 12 years…….if not better.

After tucking him in, she kissed his forehead and pointed to a large red button on the wall to his left. “Just press the button if you need anything baby,” she said softly, stroking his hair. “I’m so glad you’re home. I love you Charlie Simpson.”

His cock was already beginning to swell. “Yeah,” he said. “Love you too, mum.”

He drifted off thinking of her hand on his cock and how he would test her love for him the following day. She had a lot to make up for.

Claire struggled to sleep. Thoughts of Charlie filled her mind. Although she had planned for his coming home, she feared that her life was about to change irrevocably. All of her time would be taken up caring for him and it scared her. It would be a challenge and she hoped she could match up to his expectations. She also noted with concern, the damp patch in her panties. Claire was not used to sexual responses. With Charles, their lovemaking had been exactly as she’d anticipated. They would kiss and he would tenderly suckle her breasts, which were very sensitive. That was all the foreplay she required, then he would insert himself and make love to her until he climaxed. That would be it and she’d been more than happy.

She ruminated over her son. It was very difficult to comprehend the size of her Charlie’s penis. She thought all men were roughly the same size, like her late husband. She’d never considered they could be smaller or larger and my God, Charlie was, well……..massive. As she pondered seeing him naked, her tummy tingled and the damp patch grew a little. She didn’t like it, so forced the image away and turned over.

At 5am, Claire turned over to silence the alarm. She was more tired than usual after a fitful nights sleep. Upon removing her nightdress and panties to shower, she noticed the dried white stains in the gusset. She felt the rush of guilt fill her cheeks and quickly threw the soiled garment into the laundry basket.

After showering and dressing, she made herself coffee in the kitchen and planned her day with Charlie. Perhaps they could go out together and shop for clothes for him. Maybe a trip to the cinema or a museum. At 6am she tentatively looked in to see if he was awake. He wasn’t, but she couldn’t help notice the huge tenting of the duvet and as she quietly closed the door, her tummy tingled again. She really didn’t understand why, or maybe she did. Claire certainly didn’t like it.

At 7am she checked on him again and this time he was awake. “Good morning baby,” she greeted him with a kiss to his forehead. “Do you want a coffee?” she asked cheerily, hoping he was in good spirits.

“I always shower first mother,” he said flatly. He watched her, waiting for her to make a decision. “For fucks sake,” he said angrily. “That means you need to wash me mother. Are you fucking stupid?”

His outburst took her by surprise. “N…..no I’m not stupid Charlie,” she said, trying to stay calm. Trying not to get upset. “This is all new for me baby, remember?”

His face turned a bright shade of red. “It’s fucking new to me too you stupid fucking bitch! I fucking well shower as soon as I get up and when you’ve done that, I need my teeth brushing. Get the fucking wheelchair and help me off this fucking bed………unless you think I can fucking well CRAWL into the shower!”

Tearlful and humiliated, Claire helped her son. Thankfully, he wasn’t erect like he’d been earlier, but even as she helped him onto the shower bench, her eyes were drawn to the huge appendage hanging between his thighs. It was only then that she realised she hadn’t contemplated the process of bathing him.

Charlie did what he always did in the shower first thing, and began to urinate. Claire rushed to step back, but he’d already splashed her feet.

“What the fuck is wrong with you mother?” he asked sarcastically. “Were you hoping to get your hands on my fucking prick again? Huh?”

She stayed silent, brutally aware that this was going to become a normal part of her life. She straightened up, took a deep breath and forced back the rush of feelings. “No Charlie, I just didn’t expect you to just…..”

He laughed wickedly. “Just what mother?” he snapped. “Just piss in the shower? Well you better get fucking used to it,” he barked at her, adding. “So, I bet you haven’t thought about how you’re going to shower me have you?”

She hadn’t and he knew it. “How did Joshua do it?” she asked calmly.

He relaxed. “Sorry mum,” he pouted. “I had a bad night. I don’t mean to shout. It’s just a lot to get used to, you know?”

She stroked his hair. “It’s ok Charlie.”

“Joshua used to shower with me,” he explained. “He said it was just easier that way.”

It wasn’t a lie, That’s what Joshua did do, but only after he’d started wanking and sucking him off. Before then, he would put Charlie in the bath rather than the shower, meaning he could stayed clothed.

“You mean…….naked with you?” she asked, not quite certain and definitely concerned.

“Well he wouldn’t get in the fucking shower with his fucking clothes on would he you dumb fucking bitch,” he snarled, reverting back to anger.

Claire stuttered. “P……please Charlie,” she said quietly. “I really don’t like you speaking to me like that.” She hoped he would understand and calm down.

“Well, if you don’t like it you should stop acting like a stupid fucking cunt then mother and get on with washing me,” he retorted harshly. “I’M FUCKING WAITING!”

Knowing he would begin to get really aggressive, Claire capitulated and stripped naked. Charlie didn’t like the thick, bushy mop of dark pubic hair around his mothers twat. No, he really didn’t like it at all. He liked the clean looking shaven cunts he seen on the internet porn he was so addicted to. Her tiny tits looked good though, as did the long, brown, thumb sized nipples that stood out from the small mounds of flesh. Her arse was small but round and firm and her legs were well proportioned. He liked that. Even her feet were small, like her hands. He liked that too and his cock rose to full hardness.

She tried to ignore the way Charlie looked at her and the mind boggling sight of her son’s huge hard penis, but in such close proximity, it was almost impossible. She recalled her late husband’s 4 inch erection briefly. Charlie must be close to 3 times that and possibly 4 times his fathers girth. Feeling extremely vulnerable, naked in front of her son, she turned on the shower and began the task of washing him. After cleaning him everywhere else, it wasn’t long before she had to face the fact that she would have to soap Charlie’s genitals.

Avoiding his intense gaze, Claire began with his anus, then moved to his large testicles. “What are you doing mother?” he asked sternly. “You haven’t finished yet. Joshua uses a finger in my arsehole,” he lied. “He said it was the only way to make sure I was clean. You want me to be clean don’t you?”

Claire baulked at the prospect, but gave in and inserted a soapy digit into her son’s anus, thankful that the finger looked clean when she completed the job. Joshua was obviously very thorough and if he could do it, so could she.

Then she moved to wash his testicles. My God, each one was almost too big for her small feminine hands, but she persevered, massaging the soap into the wrinkled loose flesh. Charlie’s large testicles felt heavy. Having never handled a mans balls, she was surprised by the weight.

“Make sure you get plenty of soap on my cock, mother,” he barked, when Claire started to clean the massive erection facing her. “Under the foreskin too.,” he added. Fuck, his mother’s hands felt so good and very different to Joshua’s masculine grip. Charlie couldn’t believe how easily she’d been convinced to strip and wash him so dutifully. The fucking dumb bitch had even stuck her finger in his arse!

Claire, in spite of herself, was very damp. She knew what was happening was wrong, but kept telling herself that she was just doing what was needed to care for Charlie. He couldn’t clean himself and she wanted to make sure she did as good a job as anyone else. As Joshua. So, she convinced herself it was nothing more than that, yet the tingling in her abdomen and vulva was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. Charlie looked disappointed when she finished. The huge pole of flesh throbbed and twitched erratically. It was so veiny.

Instinctively, he knew not to push her too far too fast. Breaking his mother would need stealth, but break her he would. “I’ll let you off shaving me today mother,” he said, mercifully giving Claire a pass. She had no idea what would have happened if he’d thrown another tantrum. So after, drying him, brushing his teeth and dressing him, he watched her dry herself and dress. He noticed she remained naked whilst she tended to him first. When Claire asked him if he wanted help with his prosthetics, he told her he’d stay in his wheelchair for the time being.

Over coffee and breakfast his watched her carefully. He could see the guilt written all over her face, even though she did her best to hide it. And he knew why she felt guilty too. Hard nipples and wet cunt were a giveaway. Whilst he listened to her prattle on about ideas for the day, all he could think of was the next step. Getting his mother to wank him off. He waited patiently for a lull in their conversation.

“I know it was embarrassing for you this morning mum,” he said, in another sudden change of character. Claire was pleased to see his mood brighten. “But I get a hard on often, you know? It’s not like I can do much about it,” he added.

She considered his logic and concurred. “I know baby. It just felt a bit strange. I’ll get used to it I guess,” she said with a smile, but she was concerned for him. “Isn’t there anything you can do to, well, satiate yourself?”

Bingo! He latched on to her question. “Well, it kind of feels embarrassing to say mum,” he explained, looking away sheepishly. Claire sympathised.

“I’m your mother, baby,” she told him and stroked his hair. “After, well, your shower, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed to tell me anything. I want to make sure you’re happy at home.

He thought for a while, giving her the impression he was reticent., but there it was again. She wanted to make him happy. “Well,” he began slowly. “When it happened with Joshua, he would……..help me,” he said hesitantly. “You know?”

With his cock growing rapidly, he tried to maintain an air of shyness. Claire saw the bulge in his shorts and flushed. Dragging her eyes away, she asked the question, even though she’d already guessed the answer. “Help you baby? You mean Joshua masturbated you?”

He nodded sheepishly. “Yes mum. Please, I’m not gay, but I have needs and Joshua said it was his duty to care for me……..” He deliberately let the sentence hang.

Yes, she’d guessed what he would say, but it was still a shock. Damned, if she was going to relent on her duties, but what Charlie was implying was incest. There was no way she could do that for her son. It was just plain wrong. As she considered his words, her physical response was that of a long neglected woman. The ache in her lower abdomen intensified as her vagina began to weep. Her nipples stiffened, painfully sensitive and her body flushed. What was happening to her? Was she actually contemplating masturbating her own son? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she fought the physical response. Sanity had to win out, but her need to prove to her son she was capable of caring for him fought back………..and was winning.

Charlie recognised his mothers internal battle, but he remained silent. He saw her nipples stiffen and push against the thin cotton T-shirt she was wearing. He saw the small dark patch at the crotch of her white leggings. The dirty bitch was wet and was actually considering tossing him off. Recalling his therapy sessions, he used the techniques he’d learned to stop the rising impatience. If he got angry, she might back off.

“Joshua was great, mum,” he said, hiding the eagerness that was welling up inside. “Probably the best carer I had. He did so much for me. I miss him already,” he mewed sadly.

“I can be as good as Joshua, baby,” she said, responding to the thinly veiled taunt before thinking properly. “If not better. Joshua doesn’t love you the way I do.”

She was already wheeling him towards his room and Charlie grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Where are we going mum?” he asked, pretending to be shocked.

“To your room baby. Nobody can care for you the way your mother can,” she answered swiftly. No way was she going to let her son think there was anyone better than her.

Fuck yes! The dumb bitch fell for it….hook, line and sinker. Charlie couldn’t believe his luck.

“I prefer to be naked mum,” he told her when she locked the wheels on his chair.

“Ok baby,” she said softly, gently removing his T-shirt, shorts and underpants. His horse sized cock first slapped against his stomach, then settled at a 45 degree angle, the weight too much for the blood to overcome. “So, I’ve never actually, well………done this before,” she told him nervously. Claire felt like a schoolgirl. At her age, it should have been she who was teaching Charlie and it made her feel silly. However, she had a task to complete.

“It’s ok, mum. I’ll tell you what to do,” he said. “Joshua usually knelt in front of me.” He wanted to see her tits, but thought it might be too much to ask her to take her top off the first time. Charlie knew that if he played her properly, he’d get what he wanted eventually. Watching her kneel proved he might just be correct.

“Now, just grip it, mum. Like when you washed me earlier and move your hand up and down so the foreskin rolls back and forward.” Fuck, he was desperate.

“Like this baby?” she asked, taking hold of the huge pole of warm flesh as best she could, gently moving her hand. Any sense of wrongdoing was gone. Instead, that feeling had been replaced by her sense of duty. Claire tried to deny the fluttering excitement in her tummy and the wet tingling in her vulva, forcing herself to believe that masturbating her son’s massive penis was nothing more than a task.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it. So thick. So veiny. So long. Probably long enough to fit 3 of her tiny hands on it. The skin like velvet to her touch, yet so hard. She was mesmerised watching the huge purple coloured glans, appearing and disappearing as the foreskin rolled on and off so seamlessly. Clear viscous liquid oozed from the tip to roll down and coat her fingers.

“Fuck,” Charlie groaned. “Yeah, that’s it mum. Maybe grip it a little harder.”

Like Claire, he too was mesmerised. Her hand was like nothing he’d experienced before and he liked it. He liked it very much. Especially when she followed his instruction and her fingers tightened. He fought back the need to spew obscenities at her, the way he did with Joshua. Instead he complimented her.

“Fuck mum,” he moaned. “You’re really good. A bit faster and maybe play with my balls.”

The sense of satisfaction at her son’s words, filled Claire with pride. She moved her hand faster and used her free hand to fondle his huge testicles, rolling them in her fingers. God, they were just so large. Her nipples were painfully stiff and the material of her T-shirt grazed the tips as she moved. Her vagina was leaking heavily and was uncomfortable, itching to be touched. But this wasn’t about her selfish pleasure. No, it was a task. Her duty as his carer. As his mother. This was about making Charlie happy. So she diligently concentrated on him. On his huge, hard, penis. She only hoped she was as good as Joshua.

It wasn’t long before she noted him swell, getting thicker and begin to jerk strongly, The clear liquid that had been oozing from the tip, was now spilling out copiously. Her hand was slipping, so she tightened her grip.

Charlie could feel the inevitable climax rising. His balls ached and tightened. His mothers breath washed over the helmet as her tiny hand flashed up and down his cock in a blur. The need to scream his foul thoughts was almost too overwhelming. “Fuck…….fuck yeah…….wank that fucking cock……faster mum,” he blurted out. “Fuuuuuuuck…………FUUUUUKING HELL!”

Charlie let loose. He gleefully watched as he splattered his mother’s hair, face and chest with shot after long shot of thick, white, creamy spunk. The stupid bitch didn’t move……even when it went in her open mouth. Fuck, she was too dumb to realise she was eating her own son’s cum. The look on her face was fucking priceless.

She saw it shoot out. She just didn’t expect it. She’d never seen a man climax before, but she felt pretty sure what was splashing her face was more than her late husband had deposited inside her. My God, it was like a firehose blasting semen instead of water and in spite of her shock, she remained motionless, unable to comprehend it. Mouth agape in utter surprise, strings of her son’s cum shot inside, tingling her tastebuds, rolling down her throat. Her eyes were matted with thick semen. Her nostrils filled with it and the smell was overwhelming. It dripped from her chin in long strands. She could actually feel it clinging to her skin like glue………..and the taste. Oh my lord. The taste was utterly divine. As Charlie’s climax weakened and his penis withered, Claire found herself licking her lips. Her vagina was sopping wet and sensitive nipples were on fire.

For a few moments, they were both silent.

Charlie was in raptures. He couldn’t have wished for a better outcome. In 24 hours, he’d coerced his stupid bitch mother to help him piss, strip herself naked, finger his arse, wank him off and take his huge load over her face and in her ‘too small’ mouth. Jesus, she was licking her fucking lips too! Oh yes, he’d done way better than he could have hoped for.

Claire was……..well, she was overcome with pride. Surely, she must have done well. Charlie looked so happy. Maybe she’d done a better job than Joshua. She hoped so. She really wanted to Charlie to be happy. She’d hated hearing him say he missed Joshua. Maybe, he wouldn’t miss him so much after this. God, she felt a mess though. Probably looked a mess too, but if her son was happy, then it was worth it. His semen felt sticky on her face, but not unpleasant. In fact, she rather liked the sensation. Proof positive that she had done well? That’s kind of how it felt. The smell and taste was equally pleasant, a surprising benefit perhaps and she could no longer deny her own excitement. Better not to let Charlie know though. That would be too weird for him. No, she should keep that to herself.

“You can use my shower mum,” Charlie offered, the satisfaction evident in his tone.

He was right. Claire couldn’t go to her own shower like that, dripping in her son’s semen. “Good idea,” she smiled through the drying cum on her face. “Thanks baby.”

Charlie watched as she got to her feet, feeling her way to the shower. “Probably better for you to be naked next time mum,” he called out. “Unless you want the cleaner to see your clothes when she does the laundry.”

He was right about that too. Claire didn’t even consider that it wouldn’t happen again and she certainly didn’t want Rose to see her semen covered clothes. “Yes, ok baby,” she called back as she stepped into the shower, happy to hear her son talking so pleasantly. Maybe that was all it took to keep him levelheaded?

When she finished, Claire dutifully washed her son’s cock and testicles, cleaned the remnants of his semen from the hardwood floor, dressed him and helped him with his prosthetic legs and arms. Only after she had seen to him, did she pick her own clothes up. “I’ll just pop upstairs and get dressed baby,” she said. “Will you be ok for a few minutes?”

Ok? Fuck yes. Charlie couldn’t be fucking happier. “Yeah mum,” he grinned. “I’ll be ok. Love you mum,” he beamed. He really did feel something akin to love, well, that’s what he thought anyway.

“I love you too baby,” Claire purred, kissing his forehead before turning to leave.

Charlie ogled her tight arse, before she closed the door. He looked to his new PC and turned it on. Then opened the webcam application. After some adjustments he had the whole room in shot. Tonight he’d record his dumb mother getting another load. Fuck, he could make her his very own porn star.