Charlie Comes Home Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – Charlie Comes Home Pt. 03 by Str4ng3rth4nf1ct1on,Str4ng3rth4nf1ct1on This is a work of fiction. I do my own editing so any grammatical errors are down to me. Please check the tags.

It had been a busy morning for Claire and even though she’d barely had more than a few hours sleep, she had diligently maintained her routine for Charlie.

Routines are important. She’d been taught that throughout her musical career. Routines, practice, repetition and dedication. It had been drummed into her, over and over until she knew nothing else. Her tutor had been tough. He’d been demanding. When she’d failed he was brutal, bringing her to tears, but when she’d achieved his praise filled her soul. A simple “well done, Claire,” or a “good girl” from his smiling face made her feel like she’d had wings. It was no surprise that she’d worked ever harder purely to see that look in his eyes. To receive his praise. She’d even developed a crush for Mr Gibson, to the point she’d thought she was in love.

Charlie needed routines too. His psychiatrist had been quite clear about that, stressing the importance of balanced emotions and routines to maintain his equilibrium. So Claire, her vagina still swollen and wet, had begun her morning with her newest routine.

She was certain Charlie couldn’t help hitting her body when he urinated. The shower cubicle, while quite large, didn’t afford enough room for her to avoid it. Some had splashed her labia and the hot liquid had had a stinging effect. Most likely because she was so sensitive. Bizarrely, it had excited her, but she put that down to her need for relief, which was pretty much constant. Still, something played on her mind. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn that somehow, Charlie managed to direct the stream at her on purpose.

He’d insisted she suck him whilst “finger cleaning” his anus rather than just masturbating him too. The remnants of his urine were pretty sour and made her cough initially, but the taste was soon replaced by precum and the resulting ejaculation had been quite prolific. She’d managed to swallow more than half. If she continued in the same way and learned to time her breathing, she felt sure she’d soon be able to take it all. An achievement that even Joshua hadn’t been able to accomplish according to Charlie and Claire couldn’t help feeling quite proud of herself. She was winning that battle too and soon Joshua’s name would be nothing but a faded memory. The guilt of feeling it was wrong was diminishing so quickly. The only guilt that remained as strong as ever, was that which had driven Claire to this point. Survivors guilt.

Most importantly, it kept Charlie happy. That was the whole reason behind bringing him home wasn’t it? To make him happy and if last night was anything to go by, she was succeeding. Charlie was happy, so why shouldn’t she feel happy too? Why should she feel guilty? The taste of his semen was…….well………it was just so good. It was a blessing really, because Charlie clearly had no intention of stopping, so why deny herself pleasure too? Why deny herself the pleasure of drinking his semen? Or the unusual, but intensely erotic sensation of his sperm on her face and body for that matter.

My God, he really did have a beautiful penis. She’d been thinking about it a lot. Maybe too much. About more too. More than just masturbating or sucking him. Again, she put that down to her constant state of arousal, but she knew the truth. The real truth that is. The truth she was trying to deny.

Charlie was reason she was so aroused. Charlie the man, not Charlie the son. She’d felt it at dinner the previous evening, perhaps before then even, but mostly at dinner. Maybe it had been building up. She couldn’t be certain when it started, but then she wasn’t certain about anything anymore. Mother and son boundaries had been shattered and lines had become blurred. Only a few days ago she would have been certain that any form of sexual contact with her son would have been abhorrent to her. But now? The mere prospect of “making him happy” aroused her.

He was so demanding, so strong willed and controlling and it made her weak at the knees. He only had to look at her the right way or say the right words and her stomach did somersaults and her vagina weeped. He was the polar of his father and unlike him, Charlie needed relief often. Very often. It was actually mind boggling how often. In just a couple of days she’d had to relieve her son more times than his father would have needed in over a month! And when he was in need, he came to her. He chose her. Claire Simpson had never felt so wanted, so needed by anyone and it sparked something in her. Something basic. Something primal.

Only briefly did Claire consider that Charlie was in many ways, very similar to Mr Gibson.

After their shower, she’d made him breakfast and Charlie had insisted she stay naked. “You dress when I tell you to dress from now on, mother,” he’d told her. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked, but nevertheless, it had felt erotically uncomfortable. She’d felt like a mannequin in a shop window. On display. There to be observed, critiqued, admired or maybe even desired. Not unlike performing on stage in many respects, yet completely different. Charlie’s eyes had never left her, making her feel embarrassed, humiliated, yet overwhelming excited that her arousal was so abundantly clear. That he was the source of her arousal. The feeling was transformative. Like a dream or an “out of body” experience, but oh so……..real. Every fibre of her body had felt alive.

In an almost trancelike state, Claire had followed him upstairs to her walk-in wardrobe. Charlie, phone in hand, had sat on her bed directing which items of clothing were suitable and which should be consigned to the bin bags. Suffice to say, all of her old panties went first, followed by her leggings, T-shirts and bras. When she’d explained she wore them when she exercised, he’d told her she could purchase new gym gear when she went shopping “You’re not keeping any of that fucking shit you dumb bitch,” he’d told her. “I’ll send you some photos of what I want you to wear in the gym.”

What HE wanted her to wear. In a strange way, she’d felt comforted. Even more wanted. That he was doing it for her own good. It was flattering that he cared so much and he’d been right about everything else so far. She’d felt so good yesterday. She’d felt special. Like a new woman. Even Tom, the butcher had noticed. Claire had flushed at the thought. Charlie’s change of character had lasted too. Yes, the insulting names remained, he couldn’t help it, that was just what he did, but his temperament remained calm and that was what mattered.

By the time she’d finished, her wardrobe had been segregated. On one side, only her knee length dresses and lower heels. Charlie called these her “day outfits.” On the opposite side hung one solitary dress and one pair of heels. The much shorter yellow dress and higher heels she’d worn the previous evening. The outfit her late husband loved so much. The outfit that had sparked the dramatic change in Charlie’s temperament. Along with that, was a drawer for her new panties. Charlie called these her “evening outfits,” to be worn from 5pm every day. Another routine for her remember. Claire had chosen not to challenge him when she noted that her underwear was limited to the “evening outfit” side of her wardrobe. It was what HE wanted and most surprisingly, she was happy to do it.

And now, Claire was in town wearing the red dress and red heels her son had specifically picked out for her. The outfit HE had chosen. Her makeup was perfect too. Charlie had told her as much when she’d knelt on the kitchen floor to suck his penis just before leaving. He’d been thoughtful and not ejaculated saying it would ruin her makeup, even though she’d hoped he would. “It’s just a quick ‘goodbye’ suck you dirty cunt,” he’d explained. “You’ll get a throat full later if you’re a good girl.” It didn’t occur to her until after setting off that her vagina was tingling at the prospect of being a “good girl” for her son. But it didn’t surprise her either.

That was the moment, the point at which everything changed. As if she’d been standing in the shadows and was walking out into the light. Charlie, with that seemingly innocent little phrase, had inadvertently hit on the thing that made Claire tick. That years of relentless training had driven into her. Praise. Praise and reward. It was as if a switch had been flicked.

Thankfully it was a warm day because not only was the dress quite flimsy, but she was completely naked underneath. Her permanently erect nipples seemed to be attracting glances and her vagina wouldn’t stop leaking. She could feel the warm air washing over her bald mons and wet thighs. It was delightful. Goodness knows what people would think of her if they knew. Quite a few men smiled and said “hello” as she made her way through the streets. Wow, that hadn’t happened in, well, forever and the attention made Claire feel good. Really damned good. Like she had yesterday. It would never have happened without Charlie. She really should be more thankful. A “good girl” would be thankful.

Day 4 and his stupid mother had just stood there and let him piss right over her twat. It was even better when she had her finger in his arse and his cock in her mouth, coughing on the little bit of piss he’d held back. How fucking stupid could she actually be? Give the dumb bitch her due though, it didn’t stop her. Fuck no. She really went at it and he could see the look of concentration on her face as she tried to swallow his spunk. It was admirable really. Charlie had counted and the bitch gulped down 9 squirts before it started dribbling from her nose. Far better than Joshua ever did. It seemed only fair to give her a compliment and just as his research suggested, she’d responded positively. Licking and slurping on his cock like a spunk obsessed whore until every last drop of cum was gone. Charlie thought he’d seen pride in her eyes when she’d finished. He’d certainly seen pleasure. His mother LOVED the taste of spunk.

It was easy after that. Like she was drunk. Drunk on spunk. The phrase had made him smile. They had breakfast and Charlie kept the dumb bitch naked. She had to learn it would be her default state. That clothing was no longer her choice. After that he took her up to her wardrobe. She didn’t even try to argue, clearing out everything other than what he wanted her to wear. Not only that. The dirty whore had been sopping wet the whole time. The bedroom reeked of her cunt. Watching her organise her wardrobe into “day outfits” and “evening outfits” was like watching dream turn real.

He could have chosen any of the “day outfit” dresses. They were all pretty much the same style, perfectly “normal” yet suitably sexy at the same time. Tight around the body to show of her huge fucking nipples and flared knee length skirts, to give him easy access to her cunt and arse. Charlie chose the red one. It was pretty thin and with her shopping trip planned, he wanted the dumb bitch to feel as exposed as possible. Most importantly, he wanted her to know she was wearing it because HE chose it.

Fuck. She looked smoking hot before she left. Better than any of the models on the internet. Better because she was real. Better because Charlie’s long held fantasies of his mother were coming to life, right in front of his eyes. The red dress was a good choice. Her elongated nipples were sticking out like fucking beacons and Charlie couldn’t help putting her on her knees and shoving his prick in her “too small” mouth. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been looking down at her. Fuck. It took a gargantuan effort to stick to his plan. The dumb bitch actually looked disappointed when he didn’t spray her throat, but the promise he would later seemed to cheer her up. He thought the “good girl” line was nice touch too.

Thank fuck for the internet! He’d never been so focused on anything in his entire life and it was intense. One unexpected side effect of his meticulous research was the ability to temper his outbursts. To channel all of the pent up thoughts and feelings he was having coherently, and it was clearly working. His brain felt, well, organised. Charlie was learning quickly.

Claire made a beeline for the same boutique where she’d purchased the yellow dress and heels. It was as good a place to start as any. “Nothing below mid thigh, mother. And tight too.” Charlie’s words were at the forefront of her mind as she entered the shop. Amy, the owner was pleased to see her. Claire had been a regular customer for years. It wasn’t long before they fell into a familiar routine and she was, as always, very helpful. An hour later and with an armful of dresses, Amy showed her to the dressing room and it was then that Claire began to feel nervous. It wasn’t unusual for Amy to assist her dressing and wouldn’t have been an issue if she’d been wearing a bra and panties.

When Rose arrived she was thankful to hear that her sister-in-law was out shopping. She wasn’t sorry for what she’d done, Claire had deserved it, but a few more days of not having to face one another wouldn’t be a bad thing. Rose guessed it would be more difficult for Claire to deal with than her anyway. She hadn’t forgotten her sister-in-law’s shaved cunt or the wetness on her hand. She hadn’t forgotten the pleasure she’d felt spanking her either and she’d do it again if the stuck up bitch stepped out of line. Fuck her and fuck the job too if it ever came to that.

“There’s a few bin bags of old clothes and stuff in my mum’s bedroom,” Charlie explained with a smirk. “Would you do me a favour and get rid of them, Rose?”

Fucking hell, Charlie was like a different lad compared to yesterday. It didn’t stop him ogling her chest though, just like every other bloke did. It was kind of flattering given his age. “No problem, Charlie. Charity or……?”

“I dunno,” he said with a disinterested shrug. “Do whatever you want with them. I don’t give a fuck.”

Jesus. Her tits were fucking gigantic. That top looked tighter and lower than the one she’d worn yesterday. The white leggings showed off her camel toe too. If he squinted, Charlie could see the faintest hint of Rose’s pubic hair. No fucking knickers again. His cock swelled.

“Listen,” he began hesitantly. “When you come to clean my room, maybe………we could talk about Billy?”

Reaching forward to stroke his hair, Rose smiled. He looked so much like her late brother. “Of course we can, sweetheart. I told you yesterday, he’ll be more than happy to help you out. I’ll start in Claire’s room and give you a knock later.”

Bloody hell! That “thing” in his shorts was bloody huge. Poor fucker. Charlie probably had no idea how gifted he was. Such a fucking waste. With a slight shake of her head, she left him to his own devices and made her way upstairs.

Finding it hard to concentrate on the website software, Charlie decided to search for gym outfits. It didn’t take too long. He’d send the dumb bitch a message later, but for now he went on to continue his research. He loved the internet. So much information. So many ideas. Just as he got into one subject, something else would tweak his interest and he’d be drawn off on a tangent. Staying on track was the key to success and everything he’d tried so far had worked. In fact, the dumb bitch was progressing faster than he’d expected. His cock thickened at the prospect of losing his virginity to his mother, but if he pushed too soon, all his hard work might come to nothing.

After the ritual soiling of Claire’s toothbrush, Rose opened the bedroom windows. There was another nasty scent today, but it wasn’t dried spunk. It smelled like sex. For fucks sake. She wondered how poor Charlie coped knowing his mother was up there getting fucked. Her attention soon turned to the 4 large sacks on the bed though. It looked like Claire had had a major clearout and there was no way Rose was sending any of it to charity. Fucking hell! They were full of designer dresses, trainers, jeans, tops and blouses, some of which looked they’d never been worn. She could make a killing selling this stuff. Yuk! Not her fucking knickers though. Nor the bras…..if that’s what you could call them. Rose laughed out loud. They were more like fucking trainer bras. After lugging the sacks downstairs and into her car, she returned to cleaning.

Claire stared blankly at Amy for a few seconds.

“Is everything ok, Mrs Simpson?” Amy asked, noticing Claire’s hesitation.

“Um….y…yes…….I’m ok.” She could feel the burning in her cheeks.

“Slip your dress off then. You should try this one on first,” she suggested, holding out a strapless emerald green minidress. “I think the colour will look perfect on you.”

It was quite possibly the worst hour of her life. Why didn’t she just ask for privacy? She could have easily done so, but for reasons lost on her, Claire didn’t. Despite Amy telling her “not to worry” and “you’d be surprised how many naked ladies I’ve had in my fitting room,” Claire felt beyond ashamed and the feeling didn’t dwindle, no matter how many times she dressed then undressed. Just as she had earlier in front of Charlie, Claire felt completely and utterly exposed. Only this time it was in front of a virtual stranger. It didn’t help when she glanced at Amy and caught her furtively looking down at her obviously moist, bald vagina. Oh my God! She even handed Claire tissues so she didn’t “spoil the dresses.” It was nothing short of humiliating and she couldn’t get out of there soon enough after paying. The image of Amy’s smiling face as she wished her a good day, would be forever burned in her memory. Flushed and hot, she made her way towards her favourite shoe retailer.

Instead of getting straight down to cleaning his room, Rose sat on the edge of Charlie’s bed and they talked. It was a chance to get to know her nephew better. After agreeing she would bring Billy along on her next visit, she thought he looked nervous.

“Honestly, sweetheart,” she said, trying to allay his concerns. She really tried not to look at his groin. “Billy’s a good lad. He’s only a couple of years older than you. I think you’ll really get on with him.” She glanced again, looked back up and blushed when he smiled. “I…..I mean,” she stuttered. Good God in heaven. She could see the tip poking out from the hem of his shorts. “Just…..ahem,” she started and cleared her throat, trying to blank out the image. “Just treat him like he’s family.” That wasn’t a lie.

Look at her fucking well blushing. Charlie liked Rose. He liked her strong personality. He liked that she wasn’t afraid of him and he liked that she talked to him like he wasn’t damaged. He loved knowing she never seemed to wear knickers and he definitely liked that pudgy camel toe. Most of all, he liked her massive fucking tits and her huge arse. But she was just like everyone else. Once they noticed his cock, they couldn’t stop fucking looking. He still wasn’t sure if it was just curiosity or something more though.

“Yeah, I believe you Rose,” he said, playing another role he’d perfected over his years in care. “It’s just, well…..I get kinda nervous around strangers. It puts me on edge, you know?” She was still looking. “My psychiatrist told me that’s why I, well, get…….the way I get,” he continued, pouting his lips for effect.

It worked. He could see the sympathy in her eyes – when she managed to drag them away from his cock that is. “I really have to try, you know? To control it? But sometimes I just can’t.” That was it. He saw the moment it happened in her eyes. Charlie had her.

Poor Charlie. Rose was heart-stricken. “I know. I know you have to try. It’s ok, Charlie.” Her maternal instincts kicked in and before she knew it, she was standing in front of him, hugging his head to her chest. “It must be hard for you, sweetheart”

Fuck yeah! It was fucking hard alright. Jesus. Her tits were like huge balls of marshmallow. All warm, soft and pillowy. Charlie was loving it. She smelled good too. Different to his mother. Musky, hot, sweet and sort of sweaty. Her cunt smelled different too. Stronger than his mother’s, but fucking good all the same. She had his head pulled in so tight he had to concentrate to hear her.

“You don’t have to worry when you’re with me, sweetheart,” she said softly, gently stroking his head. “Just be yourself, Charlie.”

Nuzzling against her huge left tit, Charlie wrapped his arms around her wide hips. He wondered what she would feel like if he had hands. “Thanks Rose. That means a lot. Mum was right. You’re a lovely lady.”

Unfortunately, she let go and Charlie missed the sensation on his cheek instantly. Now she was squatting down in front of him, cupping his face in her hands.

“How’s Claire treating you, sweetheart?” she asked. “I mean, I’ve guessed she has a new man in her life, but is she looking after you properly?” She tried not to look again, but it was hard not to really.

Rose was fishing for information and Charlie knew it. One wrong word and his plan would be well and truly fucked. Jesus. From this angle, her cleavage looked so fucking deep he could get lost in it. The flesh was pale and kind of crinkly, sprinkled little blue spiderweb veins.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Mum’s great really. She tries really hard. It’s been a big change for her,” he explained innocently. “They make a lot of noise when they’re upstairs, though. I’m not stupid. I can guess what they’re doing.”

Hopefully she wouldn’t push for more. Charlie didn’t want the hassle of making up a description for the fictitious “new man” in his mother’s life. Rose, fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. She had her hands on his thighs now. If she moved her left hand just a little further…….Charlie was willing her on.

“You poor boy.” She really meant it too.

To her, Claire was cruelly shoving the fact that her nephew would likely never get to experience sex right down his throat. He probably got excited when he heard too. What young man didn’t when they heard a couple going at it. And it sounded like Claire and her new boyfriend were REALLY going at it if Charlie could hear them down in his room. A big change from the frigid bitch she’d been whilst married to her brother. Her maternal instincts kicked up a gear, but there was something else she was feeling too.

“How do you cope? I was pretty mean to you yesterday about your hands, Charlie. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you,” she explained apologetically. “But really…….how do you cope?” Rose shouldn’t have asked that. She really shouldn’t have because she already knew where it might lead.

Fuck! Her thumb was so close he could feel the heat on his cock. The atmosphere was thick. The hairs on the back of his neck were prickly. Maybe if he innocently adjusted his position? No. If anything was going to happen, it would be better to let Rose make the move. “Cope? You mean…….?” He purposely left the question hanging.

It was bizarre really, but as she walked along the busy streets, the humiliation Claire had been feeling was turning into an adrenaline rush. It felt like she’d been put to a test and even though the shame had been deep, she’d passed. She’d been a “good girl.” It was quite thrilling. Charlie would definitely like the dresses too. All were shorter than the yellow one he liked so much. Tighter and more risqué too. She’d be even braver when choosing her heels. Charlie liked them high and that’s exactly what she’d buy for him. Nothing less than 5 inches. She giggled guiltily to herself. That was longer than her late husband’s penis. There was some kind of symbolism in that wasn’t there? Maybe she should consider finally taking off her wedding ring too. She had Charlie in her life now.

Rose was a straight talking woman and just like Charlie, she sensed the atmosphere. It was all down to her anyway. Young Charlie probably had no idea what she was thinking. It just didn’t seem fair that he suffered listening to his mother getting fucked and not able to do anything about it.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she said huskily. “I mean, how do you wank? Can you even do it? Do you ever look at porn? Have you ever had a girlfriend to help you out?”

Charlie looked down at her hand, more to stop the smile threatening to spread across his face than anything else. Rose’s chest and neck were flushing. She was turned on. The scent of her cunt filled his nostrils and her thumb was grazing his cock. “Well…..I….yeah, I’ve looked at porn, but what’s the use? It’s like you said yesterday. I can’t actually do anything about it, so I avoid it now. It’s just too frustrating, Rose, you know?” He looked up forlornly. “It’s embarrassing to say, but no, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Who’d want someone like me?”

Wide eyed in disbelief, Rose used a hand to gently lift his chin. Jesus. 20 years old and never even had a wank, never had girlfriend and probably never even seen woman naked except on the fucking internet. It was heartbreaking to know her nephew had never actually experienced the joy of cumming or the touch of a woman. She made up her mind there and then.

“I know I’m old and ugly,” she told him with a nervous quiver.

Charlie looked at her with faux sad eyes. Fuck. Here it comes.

“And you probably wouldn’t even look at someone like me twice, Charlie.”

Fuck yeah. She’s gonna do it. It wouldn’t be long before he got to see those massive fucking tits. Charlie’s cock was straining.

“But if you kept it to yourself and you actually wanted to,” she said, her mouth dry. “I wouldn’t mind showing you my tits. I’ve seen you looking at them and with what you said yesterday……..” She’d said it now and it was too late to unsay it.

Yeah she was old and Rose wasn’t anywhere close to his mother in the looks department, but he didn’t give a fuck. Charlie gulped down the intense need to scream obscenities. Rose wasn’t his dumb mother. He had to control himself otherwise she’d suss him out and he’d never get to see those huge bags of fun. All he had to do was stay calm and stay in character. If he got lucky, Rose would do a lot more than just show him her massive tits too. His cock was fucking raging.

“Really?” he asked, wide eyed and innocent. “You’d really do that? For me? Even though I’m damaged?” he continued the act. “I’ve never actually seen a womans tits before,” he lied.

Fuck yeah! She was standing up. Her camel toe had a small dark wet patch too. Dirty fucking bitch.

Rose leaned forward to stroke his hair. “Oh my poor sweet Charlie,” she purred. “Don’t say that. You mustn’t think like that, sweetheart. You’re not damaged. You’re a beautiful young man,” she added, glancing down at his groin. Bloody hell! The boy looked hard as rock. “Just promise me you won’t say a word to anyone. If your mother ever found out, well…….I probably don’t have to tell you what would happen.”

Claire dumped her bags on the floor and sat on the comfy bench. She always liked getting her shoes here. Unfortunately it was only Max on duty. Jocelyn his wife and co-owner was taking some well earned time off apparently. She shouldn’t complain really. Max was a pleasant enough man, but whenever he served her, he took just a little too long holding her ankles or feet during the fitting process. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable. When he knelt down in front of her, Claire also got the impression he was trying to look up her skirt or steal glances at her crotch if she was wearing leggings or jeans. He just had a faint creepy look about him.

But today was different. Claire was different. She felt good and Max noticed immediately, the look in his eyes causing a tingle in her stomach. Just like Tom, he began to flirt, his gaze drawn to her stiff nipples and her heavy makeup. Claire basked in the attention. She’d never felt like this before. She’d never felt so empowered.

“You’re looking particularly stunning today may I say, Mrs Simpson,” he told her with a wide toothy grin. “I barely recognised you.”

She had Charlie to thank for this and it gave her a confidence she rarely experienced. It didn’t matter that she found Max creepy any longer. Quite the opposite in fact. Claire blushed, revelling in his flattery whilst her vagina leaked as he fawned over her feet and ankles. It was such a powerful feeling. Perhaps he sensed it. She wasn’t sure. But for the first time, he told her how beautiful her feet were. He was bolder when he told her how wonderful the heels looked too. She even noticed his erection pushing against his well tailored trousers, then smiled. Max was no match for Charlie.

When she’d finished, Claire had 10 boxes and Max even gave her a small discount! He’d never done that in all the years she’d been shopping there. Before she could even consider how to carry them all back to the car, Max offered to do that too! Of course, she thanked him and offered him a small gratuity, which he refused, then locked the boot and watched him stroll away. She had one more thing to do before returning home.

“I promise, Rose,” Charlie said, blinking his eyes. “I won’t say a word. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

There it goes. The top was already off and he watched fixated on the huge mounds of flesh jiggling in her white full cup bra. Fuck. She was reaching behind her back. Here goes……just a few more seconds…….and the bra was off.

Fuck yeah. FUCKING….FUCK…….YEAH! They were fucking enormous. So big they parted around her belly, resting slightly off to the side. The white flesh looked stretched by the sheer weight, riddled with blue veins that even showed beneath the saucer sized, pale pink areolae. Perfectly topped off with tiny, hard pink nipples. THEY WERE FUCKING GLORIOUS!

Rose saw the expression on his face. Charlie looked at them in……well, it looked like awe. He looked fascinated, all wide eyed, open mouthed and innocent. As if he couldn’t believe what was happening. Like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Just the same way his father had all those years ago when he’d seen them for first time.

Rose had learned the power her tits held over men fairly early on in life. Even her own father hadn’t been immune to the charms of her ‘J’ cups, drunkenly mauling and sucking them in the pub toilet on her 18th birthday. It was only the one time and they never talked about it, but right up to his dying day, Rose would catch him stealing glances. It wasn’t too long before she found herself knocked up by her soon to be husband, Harry. She knew his reputation. He was a rogue, a bad guy, but that was part of the attraction. At 19, Rose was married and had given birth to her first son. But it was her younger brother that she held the most affection for. It wasn’t helped that Charlie resembled him so much and she wistfully recalled that first time.

Charles was making something of his life. He was on the up and she was proud of him. Even though he disapproved of Harry’s nefarious activities, they’d remained close. So when he came to her house, upset that his then girlfriend had dumped him, Rose had comforted him. The same way she always had. She was 23 years old and already had all 3 of her children. Harry was out on a job and with the kids in bed, Rose had been watching a late film in her dressing gown. She didn’t stop Charles when he opened her gown and gazed at her tits, just the same way his son was doing now. She didn’t stop him when he lifted each breast and told her how much he’d fantasised over them. It was the first night of many. They fucked. Oh how they fucked. It was loving, passionate and urgent, like nothing she’d ever experienced and they’d become lovers. It didn’t end when he met Claire shortly afterwards and they continued their illicit love affair right up until the accident.

“Do you like them, Charlie?” she asked her nephew, repeating the very same words she’d said to his father than night. She was damned fucking sure he did and just like his father, Charlie looked lost for words. It was almost like stepping back in time.

Like? Is she fucking stupid? But Charlie forced the urgency down. “Wow. I mean. WOW!” he told her. His cock was leaking. “They’re…..they’re fucking huge. They’re beautiful, Rose. Fucking hell. They’re absolutely fucking beautiful.”

Rose’s pussy was itching, the same way it itched whenever Charlie’s father had looked at them. “I know you can’t feel them. I wish you could, sweetheart, I really do, but maybe you’d like to suck them?”

There was no maybe about it. Charlie wanted to gnaw on them like a fucking hungry newborn baby. He wanted to lick them, suck them, chew them and bite them. He wanted Rose to smother his fucking face with them. She walking towards him, her glorious tits swinging heavily as she did.

“Yes please,” he told her excitedly, eager to slobber all over them. Oh fuck. She was lifting the right one, leaning over him and offering it up. And then he latched on. Fuck yeah!

Bloody hell. The boy was eager. Like a kid in a candy shop. Damned if she didn’t like it though. Her nephews first tit and it was hers. “That’s it, Charlie,” she cooed down at him. “You help yourself and suck on auntie Rose’s big fucking tit”

It slipped out. Rose didn’t mean say it, but it just felt right. He was bound to find out and what better way to find out was there. Fuck it.

“Mmmmm…….that’s a good boy. Auntie Rose likes it hard Charlie. Suck it good and hard for me.”

He heard her alright, but in his sexual frenzy he didn’t care. It was probably just talk anyway. Rose was a kinky fucker. She liked dirty talk, just the way he did, so he just got on with chewing and sucking on that massive tit like his life depended on it. Rose pulled him off and immediately offered up the left one and he clamped down, moaning happily. Fuck. It was mammary fucking heaven. Charlie could happily slurp on her jugs all day.

Having stopped for coffee and cake in one of the cafes, Claire had chosen to sit outside. Shortly afterward a young man approached her and after some initial chatting, asked if he could take her out for dinner. Oh Lord. She felt flush with excitement. Especially when he made it rather obvious that he was looking at her nipples. They were painfully stiff. After all the years of trying to hide them, ashamed at the size attracting unwanted attention, she now felt almost happy to be noticed. Of course, she politely declined, but thanked him anyway. Claire belonged to someone else. It was really Charlie who was making her feel this way. She had a spring in her step as she made her way to the jewellery store. Claire hadn’t felt this confident in years.

The salesman was extremely helpful, but too caught up in finding what she was looking for, Claire barely looked at him. Eventually she found what she wanted and pointed out 2 white gold necklaces. One designed for a woman and the other for a man. It seemed sensible when the salesman suggested he measure her neck.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” he explained with a lecherous smirk.

Claire got the impression he just wanted to look at her nipples because he kept standing back, ogling her chest and then readjusting the tape measure. Surely, it shouldn’t have taken much more than a minute, but it was actually closer to 2 or maybe even 3. Did all men take such liberties? He was so young too. A pimply young man with a rather large nose. She enjoyed effect though. She added 2 white gold letter ‘C’s’ for each necklace. Nobody would ever guess the real meaning. She would hang her wedding ring on Charlie’s too and surprise him at dinner.

God. It had been so long since Rose had had her tits sucked and even though young Charlie was inexperienced, his eagerness more than made up for it. She’d always been able to orgasm from extended titplay. She often brought herself off that way and she was very close now. Pulling his head in, she urged him on.

“Harder, Charlie,” she encouraged. “Auntie Rose is gonna cum soon and then it’ll be your turn,” she panted. “Would you like that? Would you like auntie Rose to wank you off, sweetheart?”

What a dirty fucking bitch! Charlie would never have guessed when he met her yesterday, but fuck, it was like hitting the fucking jackpot! He didn’t mind playing the act if that’s what it took. He’d seen aunt and nephew stuff on the internet when he was searching for mother and son porn. If that’s what floated her boat, who was he to argue? Without taking his mouth of her mammoth tit, he looked up and nodded. Fuck. It was hard to control himself.

Did the small shudders mean she was cumming? Charlie wasn’t sure. He sucked down harder, drawing in as much flesh as his mouth could take and flicking at the hard nipple. It would be his turn soon.

Holy fuck. “Oh my…….my…..sweet fucking boy,” she groaned. “Auntie Rose is cumming for you. You’re making me cum Charlie. Do you love auntie Rose’s big……oh fuck…….tits?”

She wasn’t really asking him. Rose was just blathering in the throes of her titty orgasm. They weren’t as powerful as a real one, but this one was fucking good. Pulling him off her now pretty sore, distended nipple, she pushed him back in his chair. The look on his face was priceless. She would show him what it was like to cum. His first time too. Rose couldn’t wait to teach her nephew the joy of a woman’s touch.

It wasn’t long before Claire pulled onto the drive, excited to be home. Charlie would love her new outfits. Was that Rose’s car? She must be running late. She wasn’t looking forward to having to face her sister-in-law after what had happened. Once again, she questioned the decision not to dismiss her, but it was too late now. She’d just have to deal with it. After opening the door and half expecting to see Rose flitting about, the house seemed quiet.

Rose was on her knees pulling Charlie’s shorts down. The “thing” sprang out like a jack-in-the-box, slapping back against his belly. Belly? More like his chest. It was hard to believe her own eyes. It was scary how big he was. Hairless too. Did he shave? No. How could he. Was it natural? Bloody hell! The balls on him too. So unlike his father. She’d wank him happily, maybe even suck him off one day, the same way she used to suck her brother, but there was no way on earth she’d be willing to have “that” in her pussy.

Yeah, that’s it you dirty fucking bitch. Look at the shock on her face. Just like Joshua. Just like his dumb mother. They didn’t believe it either. Charlie smirked and opened his legs a little wider so Rose could get a better look. He loved the moment when someone saw his cock for the first time. They all had the same reaction. Shock and surprise. She’d soon change. Rose would soon be wanting to touch it.

“Is everything ok, Rose?” he asked, keeping up his pretence. “Is there something wrong with me?” That should do it.

“No, there’s nothing wrong, Charlie. There’s nothing wrong at all,” she told him breathily. “You probably don’t realise, sweetheart. But you’re, well, big. Like I have big tits….you have a big cock, Charlie. Very big. But don’t you worry. Auntie Rose will take care of it for you.”

Just as she was about to grab him, they both heard Claire calling out. Fuck! Talk about bad timing. Rose had his shorts back up in a flash, grabbed her bra and top and went straight into the bathroom telling Charlie not to say a word. Moments later, he heard a knock and in she walked.

“Hi baby,” she smiled. “Have you been ok? Is Rose still here?”

“Of course I’ve been ok, mother,” he snapped in frustration. “Yeah, she’s in the bathroom.” He saw the look in her eyes. It was fear. Why would his stupid mother feel frightened of Rose?

After explaining she needed to take her bags upstairs, she left quickly. Maybe a little too quickly. If she took her time, Rose might be gone by the time she’d finished upacking. It took her 3 trips to get everything up to her room. Then she took her time, carefully organising everything before standing back with a satisfied smile. The “evening outfit” side of her wardrobe looked a lot better now. Maybe Charlie would want to come up later and see what she’d bought for him.

With a promise from Rose to “take care of him” on her next visit, Charlie made his way to the kitchen. He really couldn’t believe his luck, but he’d have to be careful. Having experienced Rose’s tits once and with the promise of more to come, keeping it secret might prove difficult. Charlie had never experienced the feeling of guilt before, but he was definitely feeling something akin to it now……..then it was gone and his thoughts returned to his plan.

The stupid bitch was looking pleased with herself when she finally came into the kitchen. “Take that fucking dress off you dumb cunt,” he told her casually. “I want you naked until 5.” Charlie was desperate to unload after his missed opportunity with Rose.

“Yes ok, baby,” Claire responded with a smile and quickly shed the dress, placing it on the breakfast bar. Flushed with excitement, she walked to Charlie, cupped his face and kissed him passionately. “I love you, Charlie Simpson,” she said breathlessly when she finished.

Yeah. That’s what Charlie liked. His tongue in her mouth. It would be in her cunt soon, her tight little arsehole too. He fought back need the to chew his mother’s distended nipples. Not touching her, at least for a few days, was an integral part of the process according to what he’d read. The dumb bitch had to be kept on edge, continually reminded that he was in control, never knowing what would happen next.

“I love you too, mum,” he told her and watched her eyes moisten with tears. Fucking dumb bitch. “Why don’t you give grandad a call and invite him over this weekend for a few days. It’ll be great to see him,” he said casually “After that you can suck me off.”

Claire blinked the tears away. She still couldn’t believe the remarkable change in Charlie’s temperament, but immediately felt uncomfortable at the prospect of a few days with her father. Not only because of their strained relationship. Still unsure of Charlie’s reasons, she retrieved her mobile from her handbag.

“Ok baby. How long should I say?” However nervous she felt, it was rather nice that they were making plans together.

“Lets say Friday to Sunday,” he told her firmly.

It would give him 4 days to prepare and a then few days to suss his grandad out. It had been more than 3 years since he’d last seen him. Unlike his other grandparents, his visits had been erratic to say the least, even before grandma Janet had died. It didn’t matter. Charlie had a plan and that was all that mattered.

Even though she knew her father couldn’t see her, it felt wrong to be talking to him whilst she was naked. Especially given how wet her vagina was. The whole conversation, albeit it short and as always, unemotional, Claire couldn’t stop worrying what he would think if he could see her. Worse was the fear that he might find out what she’d been doing with Charlie. She couldn’t even contemplate the consequences of that.

Charlie watched her carefully. The conversation was stilted and he sensed her unease. Obviously, the stupid bitch had a difficult relationship with grandad. As she nervously walked back and forth, he admired her tight arse, each step causing only the slightest ripple of the small, perfectly rounded cheeks. Fuck. She looked good in nothing but heels. It was no wonder he was so obsessed with her really, but for now, he needed her on her fucking knees.

Claire didn’t even have the opportunity to confirm her father had accepted the offer to stay when she ended the call.

“I need sucking off you dumb bitch. I’m gagging to blast your fucking throat,” Charlie told her and sensing his urgency, Claire knelt down in front of him.

Charlie’s need to ejaculate was indeed, very urgent. It took less than just a few minutes before Claire felt his huge balls contract in her tiny hand. The first jet was as powerful a squirt as she’d yet taken, completely catching her off guard. Her eyes glazed over in ecstasy as the second, equally powerful spurt, accompanied by a throat stretching hard thrust of Charlie’s hips, sprayed her esophagus. His huge glans felt as if it was jamming open her pharynx and more shots of her son’s semen squirted out, the quantity threatening to overwhelm her.

Just when she thought she would manage to take it all, Claire felt her own orgasm building, her body began to shudder and she lost her sense of timing. Unable to regain control, sperm began tracking up and out through her nostrils, effectively closing down her airways and she had to back off before she choked. Even after all the semen that filled her stomach, another 3 jets blasted onto her face as she pulled away. Oh my God! It was her son’s biggest climax to date and unaware that Rose was partly responsible, Claire felt pride that it was she who’d caused it.

Fuck! Charlie’s pent up balls ached from the release. “You dirty spunk guzzling whore!” he screamed in ecstasy.

“I fucking love you, mum,” he added as he calmed down. Why did he always say that when he’d cum? Was it just the afterglow or……….?

Fuck! Look at the bitch! Spunk dripping from her face and her twat pissing cunt juice. She must be fucking desperate.

Once again, she’d been so close. Claire could feel her vagina contracting, as if sucking for air. She was in desperate, desperate need to orgasm and her hips began bucking involuntarily, thrusting against nothing. Embarrassed by her wanton display, Claire forced herself to finish cleaning Charlie up. Maybe it would help her to control herself, but the sensation of his penis in her mouth, coupled with the remaining semen just served to nudge her need on. Claire was quivering at the precipice. It would probably take nothing more than a pull of her nipples or a flick of her clitoris and she’d have what her body was screaming for.

“You don’t fucking deserve to cum yet you dumb bitch,” she heard Charlie say.

God. How could he know what was going on in her head? How could he be so damned cruel? What did she have to do to be allowed release? It hit her then. Allowed release? Oh my Lord! Somehow, through everything she’d been doing, Claire had given him control of her orgasms. Handed it to him on a plate. Gifted that right to him without even knowing she had.

And Charlie saw the realisation in her eyes when she looked up at him, her mouth still wrapped lovingly around his cock. “Yeah that’s right, mother,” he said coldly. “Just like I decide what clothes you wear…..I decide when you get to cum and you have a lot more work to do before that’s gonna happen. Now, after you’ve put my cock away I’m going to my room. Get that cunt juice cleaned up and get yourself upstairs. It’s nearly 5 o’clock. Come and get me when dinner is ready.”

The warmth of the shower felt good physically, but did nothing to alleviate Claire’s mental state. Her need for relief was now so great, she could barely think of anything else. She quickly dismissed the idea that she could “accidentally” bring herself to orgasm because Charlie would know. He seemed to know everything. Besides, lovers don’t lie to one another. Lovers don’t cheat. Claire was Charlie’s girl now and she was hooked on becoming his “good girl.” Hooked on the need for praise.

With Charlie her life had suddenly become a rollercoaster of highs and lows. Adored, then humiliated. Needed, then cast aside. Wanted, then discarded. The most beautiful woman in the world, then in the blink of an eye, nothing more than an object. To be controlled. To be desired. And Charlie DID desire her. Oh how he desired her. And so often. The revelation made Claire feel faint. She was his object of desire. She NEEDED his praise. She NEEDED his reward.

Her mind drifted back to Mr Gibson and how hard she had had to work. The relentless mental torture he’d put her through so she could be the best. The times he’d told her “it was all for her own good” and that while she was his pupil he “owned her.” He’d devoted himself to teaching her for years and expected the same devotion in return. She’d feared him. Respected him. At times she’d hated him. And then the sheer bliss when he’d finally praised her. If she could do it for him, she could do it for Charlie.

Sitting at her dressing table, Claire slipped her wedding band off and held it for a few moments. It was time to move on. Sliding it on to the necklace to hang next to the white gold letter ‘C’ she smiled before carefully putting it back in the box. What better way of showing her devotion to her son.

Fuck! Fuck yeah! Charlie had completely forgotten about his webcam and as luck would have it, everything had been captured perfectly. Jesus, Rose’s tits were a work of fucking art! They looked even bigger on camera. As big as his head. Bigger even. He’d have to keep the video filed separately from everything else. It was the photos and videos of his mother that truly grabbed him though. The change from a skank in T-shirt and leggings to now was incredible. The stupid bitch was almost unrecognisable and proudly, it was all down to him.

He began to work on the first “mix up” video for his website. Clips of her on performing stage interspersed with snippets of the dumb bitch on her knees with his cock her hand from the first night. With some good editing, it would be perfect for the first page. Hopefully good enough to entice people to hit the “subscribe” button. He still had to come up with a name though.

It took her close to an hour to get ready. Tonight was special and she had to look her best and when she gave one last look in her mirror, Claire was satisfied. Her new necklace looked beautiful. She’d been a little more experimental with her makeup to match the colour of her outfit, Even her nail and toenail polish matched. Her gstring was quite uncomfortable, in a pleasant sort of way. Nothing more than a tiny triangle of lace material attached to 2 thin elasticated bands, it cut between the folds of her swollen labia and chafed against her clitoris. Needless to say, it was already wet and as she walked downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare dinner, the garment just served to maintain her constant state of arousal.

“Turn around….turn around,” he urged excitedly, his eyes glued while Claire did a slow 360 degree turn. “Fuck me, mum.” Thank fuck for the webcam, because Charlie was stunned and genuinely lost for words.

The dumb bitch had outdone herself tonight. The deep purple satin dress clung to her body like a second skin, shimmering in the light and barely reaching below her small tight arse. In fact it barely covered her tiny tits too and her long nipples jutted out invitingly below the string-thin straps. Charlie could even make out the shape her belly button through the material. On her tiny feet she wore open toe strappy heels that matched her dress, and they were high. Very fucking high. The heels looked like they were chrome plated and the diamanté straps that wrapped around her ankles sparkled provocatively. Fuck! Even her nail polish matched. All of that, along with her smoky black and purple eyeshadow, lipstick and her long dark wavy hair had his cock straining.

As he drank in her purfume, Charlie sat there trying to absorb the spunk inducing vision for a few moments. It was all his work. In just a few short days he’d moulded her into what stood in front of him now. And then he saw 2 things. First was a rivulet of juice trickling down the inside of her left thigh. What dirty fucking whore. Second was the necklace. Was that a letter ‘C’ dangling from the dainty chain? He hadn’t seen her wearing it before.

“You look stunning, mum,” he told her, making Claire almost swoon. “But your cunt is dripping,” he added, nodding his head towards her groin. “Did you put knickers on?”

Claire blushed at her son’s compliment. Just as she’d hoped, he loved the new outfit. She could see it written in his expression and the simplest words of praise had her stomach in knots. Yet she was simultaneously deeply embarrassed by his observation. Praise, then humiliation. Indeed, she could now feel the wetness creeping down her thighs.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she muttered apologetically. “Yes, I’m wearing panties,” she added, reaching down to wipe herself.

“Leave it you dumb bitch,” Charlie snapped. “If you’re gonna walk around with a wet cunt, you’ll have to suffer the consequences when you leak.”

Straightening up and smoothing down her dress, Claire felt another rush of excitement stream from her desperate vagina. Unable to look at him, her gaze landed on what it always seemed to focus on these last few days.

“Jesus, mother,” he said sarcastically. “I really think you’re becoming obsessed with my fucking cock.” Then with a sly wink towards his webcam. “Who’d have thought it. Claire Simpson, my own fucking mother is nothing but a cock obsessed dumb bimbo.”

Words that should have caused anger. Words that should have made her feel sick to the core. Words that a son should never say to his mother. That was Claire should have thought and felt. But she didn’t. Quite the opposite in fact. Charlie was just stating the obvious, because she was obsessed with him. Claire felt yet another spillage seeping from her vagina. Charlie was humiliating her. Forcing her to stand in front him leaking openly, but she just couldn’t help herself. Was she nothing but a cock obsessed dumb bimbo? Is that what he wanted her to be? Would that make him happy? Would that make him give her the praise she so desperately needed?

“Please baby,” she almost begged. “I’m……I’m not……I don’t……..”

Charlie burst into laughter. “It’s ok, mother. I know you only want to make me happy.”

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. For a few moments she’d felt Charlie’s mood might turning for the worse.

“I do, baby. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Charlie smiled. “Right now, dinner would make me happy, mum,” he told her cheerfully. “And after we’ve eaten, you’re going to strip off and sit on the dining table in front of me with your legs open so I can tongue your arsehole, then lick your wet twat for dessert.”