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Four o’clock in the afternoon, Hayley sat at the dining table staring into space, a half drunk glass of wine in front of her. This had been the scenario a lot lately, Hayley looking over her past, wondering what the future may hold in store for her.

She wondered how many other women approaching their fortieth birthday felt like this, probably few of them could look back on a life so far that had been filled with so many sad days.

In her early years there had been no inclination of what was to come. The only c***d with a father who, as head of one of the major trading companies on the stock exchange and a mother who was an ex model, Hayley had grown up in a world of financial security, confident that she was the prettiest girl in school without being conceited, her social circle was full.

With her mother’s experience and guidance, Hayley had started modelling as a young c***d, usually holiday scenes advertising exotic locations for family holidays. At the age of eighteen her parents had set her up in an expensive apartment in a fashionable area of London, more convenient for her to carry on with her modelling career. She quickly made friends with Suzy, another model on the agency’s books, they were perfect for each other, soon, Suzy moved into the apartment, taking the spare room.

The first major hiccup in her life came at an unexpected time. There had been various conversations about the prospect of Hayley getting considered for some minor acting roles. She had been given an appointment at the offices of a production company in London. Suzy had been thrilled for her.

Sitting in the office, across the desk from a distinguished looking gentleman, the casting director for a proposed tv series, everything seemed to be going well.

“I see from your CV that you have done glamour modelling,” he said.

“Well yes,” she replied, “l have done some swimsuit work.”

“What about topless?” He asked.

“No, l’ve never been asked,” she replied.

“This role may require you to be fully nude, would that be a problem?”

“Well, no…l suppose,” she replied, “it depends on whether it really is necessary for the script.”

“Oh l can assure you it will be necessary,” he replied, “why don’t you take your clothes off now, l need to make sure that everything is natural.”

“I can assure you that it is,” Hayley replied, feeling a bit nervous at the sudden change in his tone.

“Let’s quit messing about,” he said, “l get plenty of you young girls wanting to break into acting, how about you show me how much you want the part.”

“Wh….what do you mean,” she said.

“Quit the miss innocent act,” he said, rising from his chair, “you young tarts are all the same, pretending butter wouldn’t melt in your mouths,” he started to undo the front of his trousers, “well let’s see how this feels in your mouth,” he said, taking out his semi erect penis.

Hayley was no innocent, although she was still a virgin, Suzy and her had discussed the possibility that something like this may happen, but the reality was far more shocking than Hayley had expected. It was as if the chair gave her an electric shock as she suddenly leapt from her chair and ran out of the office.

There was only one place for her to go, back to the security of her home. As she expected, her parents welcomed her back, her father never fully informed of her sudden abandonment of her career. She drifted for a while, until at one of her mother’s parties, Hayley looked across the room and spotted a very handsome man staring at her. It was as if she had been struck by lightning, her spine tingled. That was Troy.

They hit it off immediately, Troy was just out of University, about to join the Royal Air Force to train as a fast jet pilot. For the three weeks before he joined up, they were totally inseparable. They enjoyed long rambling walks together, Hayley finally losing her virginity to him on a deserted stretch of beach they found, after he’d challenged her to go skinny dipping. It was a magical moment that would stick in her mind forever.

The wedding had to wait until Troy was safely through his training and ensconced at his first posting. The birth of Charlie came a year later. Hayley remembered the look on her mother’s face when she came to see the baby for the first time, despite her mother’s gushing praise of the infant, Hayley was aware that there was a problem. It was a week later when she learned her mother had cancer.

There seemed no time at all to prepare, the disease took hold rapidly, Hayley ensured her mother had as much contact with Charlie as possible but it was six months later that she passed away.

Her father never recovered from the loss of the love of his life, try as he might to take an interest in Charlie, Hayley could see him slipping into depression. Six months after the passing of his beloved wife, he downed a bottle of sleeping pills, it was not until the following day that Hayley found him.

The loss of both parents so suddenly was a tragic blow for Hayley, Troy was spending more and more time out of the country. Charlie was the centre of her world, her care for him was intense, almost as if she was afraid to lose him at any second.

Suzy by this time had married and was raising her own twin girls, she tried to be as supportive as possible but Troy had been posted to the north of Scotland which meant that apart from summer visits, communication between Hayley and Suzy was mainly by telephone.

Gradually, Hayley settled into her life, she was popular with the other officer’s wives, Troy was rapidly gaining a reputation as a first class pilot, Charlie made a host of friends, first at playgroup and then at primary school. He was a bright c***d, very inquisitive, and a lover of anything to do with a****ls or nature.

For his tenth birthday, Hayley and Troy bought him an expensive camera which quickly became the focus of his life. He learned how to set up his own dark room and soon the house was littered with stunning photos of birds and insects that he had found on his regular walks.

Hayley and Charlie loved Scotland, they would walk together for miles in the wild countryside, Charlie photographing plants, birds, insects. They were both sad to leave when Troy was posted to a base in Lincolnshire.

They had barely settled there when one day Troy announced that he would be doing some test flights on some new system, he would be flying around the mountains of North Wales.

Hayley could still remember the chill that ran down her back when the official looking car pulled up outside the house, the station Commander and another Officer, walking to the front door.

There had been a problem with some navigation system, the plane had spun out of control, Troy could have ejected but realised at the last moment that the plane was headed for a school playground full of c***dren. He had battled with the plane, managing to divert it but then found himself headed for a steep hillside, too late to eject.

Troy’s death had a traumatic effect on Hayley, but the effect it had on Charlie was even worse. He went from being an A student to totally cutting himself off from everyone. Hayley tried everything she could think off, despite having difficulties struggling with her own grief.

To make matters worse for her, she had to move away from all the friends she had at the base. Financially there were no problems, she had inherited considerable wealth from her parents, plus the family home in the leafy Surrey suburbs. She decided to move back into that home, luckily Suzy lived only ten minutes away.

Charlie drifted aimlessly through the remainder of his school years, he seemed to have no focus at all, until Hayley suggested he resume his interest in photography. It took a while, but gradually his interest returned, so much so that once he had reached eighteen, he decided that he did not want University but preferred to go to the local Art College to study photography.

Charlie quickly built up a relationship with his tutor, Brian. Hayley had met Brian a few times, a tall, handsome man in his late twenties, Hayley tried to discount the butterflies she had in her stomach every time she met him. He was always friendly and relaxed when they met but Hayley always felt that behind that friendly façade there lurked something more mysterious, strangely enough, she found that only served to make him more attractive.

Even Suzy had picked up on the way Hayley talked about Brian whenever the conversation turned to how Charlie was doing.

“Do l detect something there?” Lucy said, one morning over coffee.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hayley tried to brush off the remark, l’m almost old enough to be his mother.

“Rubbish,” Suzy replied, “there can’t be more than twelve years between you, anyway, you look far younger than you are. I know it was hard losing Troy, and Charlie hasn’t been easy, but you have to live a little too you know.”

“I’m not ready for another relationship,” Hayley protested.

“Who said anything about a relationship,” Suzy laughed, “it’s sex you need, a good old fashioned rogering.”

“Not that subject again,” Hayley replied, Suzy had been on at her for years now, telling her how she needed sex. “I’m not sex mad like you,” she said, “what would happen if Pete found out about your little adventures.”

“Oh nobody is faithful these days babe,” Suzy scoffed, “l’m sure Pete has the odd fling, that secretary of his can’t be employed just for her typing skills, The boobs on her, Pete can’t resist big boobs.”

“I’m too old to attract anyone now,” had been her response.

“You must be joking,” Suzy had laughed, “you must have seen the look on those fella’s faces down the gym when you walk-in in that leotard, they’re virtually cumming in their pants.”

Suzy had always been the one for graphic descriptions when it came to matters of sex, Hayley was used to it. She had to admit that after that conversation she had taken a sneaky look back the next time she walked through the gym, she remembered the warm feeling she got when she realised a group of men were openly admiring her.

Hayley felt a churning in the pit of her stomach, this had happened more frequently lately. Each time the picture of Brian’s face had appeared in her mind. She had been at the college two days before to pick up Charlie, she had met Brian in the car park, she remembered the tingle she felt when he shook her hand, holding it just that second longer than normal. She had felt that churning then, even more when his piercing eyes seemed to delve into her mind. There was no doubt he was an attractive man, but there was something else, something darker behind those eyes, something that sent a chill down her spine, but also something that excited her.

Even now, thinking about him, she felt that warm feeling emanating from between her thighs. Troy had been her one and only lover, unlike Suzy, she had never felt the need to look elsewhere. There had been no-one else since, seven whole years. During that time her whole focus had been on Charlie, but increasingly she was realising that the time was approaching when he would leave the nest, she would be alone. The prospect scared her, he had been the centre of her life for so long, they spent so much time together, she didn’t want to envisage her life without him.

The one thing that worried her about Charlie was the fact that he didn’t have a serious girlfriend. He was a good looking lad, the image of his father, just over six foot, blond, blue eyes, a fit body without being overly muscular. There was no doubt that those first years after his father died, Charlie had shunned away from everyone except his mother, as if he was afraid he would lose her too. She had seen young girls looking at him and in recent times he had become more sociable, but it was still his mother he turned to for company.

She heard the front door opening.

“Hi Mum,” Charlie called from the hall.

Hayley replied, telling him where she was. He greeted her with his usual kiss on her cheek.

Hayley took out the plate of salad she had prepared earlier, Charlie loved a salad. He took a seat at the table, Hayley sat opposite him.

“Good day?” She asked, she loved hearing all about his day.

“Yes,” he replied, “Brian has selected some of my work for an exhibition, he hopes a couple will be selected for a national competition.”

“That’s fantastic,” she replied.

“He says l’m almost good enough to set up in business,” he continued, “he says l just need to polish up my portrait work.”

“Do you have anywhere in mind?” She asked.

“Brian says there are premises in the High Street up for sale that would be ideal, could we afford to buy it?”

“Of course we can,” she replied, “l’ve never touched the money my parents left me, we live well enough on the investments Daddy made for me and the pension from your father. What do you need to do about portraits?”

“Brian says he’s looking for a suitable model,” Charlie replied, “he….um.”

“What?” She looked at him.

“Well, he spoke about you,” Charlie replied, “he said you would be perfect.”

“What, you’re looking for an older woman then,” she laughed.

“Don’t say that Mum, you’re not old, you’re gor….” Charlie stopped, embarrassed.

“Hardly,” she smiled, reaching over and patting his hand.

“You are Mum,” he said, “all the boys at school were always talking about you, they all fancied you, Brian does too.”

“What do you mean?” She said, “what has he been saying about me?”

“Why, are you keen on him Mum?” Charlie chuckled.

“No….of course not,” Hayley replied, feeling the heat as her face went red.

“Don’t lie Mum, you fancy him don’t you?” Charlie smiled.

“Don’t be ridiculous Charlie,” she replied, “l’ve never thought about things like that, not since your father, l couldn’t.”

“Mum,” Charlie said, changing to a serious tone, “l know you loved Dad, l loved Dad, we both still do, but you still have a life to live, you’re still young and attractive, Brian thinks you’re a knock out, especially when l showed him some of our photos.

“What photos have you been showing him?”

“Just some of our holiday snaps,” Charlie replied, “mainly from that holiday we had in France a couple of years ago, he loved the shots of you in that bikini that Suzy bought for you.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t show him those did you?” Hayley felt herself blushing even more, “l knew l shouldn’t have let you take those photos, that bikini was almost obscene, Suzy insisted l should wear it, there was hardly anything of it at what there was was so thin it was almost see through.”

“Oh come on Mum, you thought it was fun at the time, you looked amazing in it, l always have a copy of it in my wallet.”

“You don’t do you?” Hayley was shocked, “you should not be carrying round pictures like that of your mother, what would people think?”

“I don’t go showing it to anyone,” Charlie replied, “l just like looking at it, it makes me feel good to know my Mum is so beautiful and sexy.”

“Charlie!” She exclaimed, “you should not be talking about me like that, you should be concentrating on girls your own age.”

“I do bother with girls my age,” he replied, “but l find them juvenile, they try to be sexy but they’re nowhere near as sexy as you.”

“I think we should end this conversation here,” Hayley said, concerned at the things Charlie was saying.

“Okay,” Charlie replied, unable to conceal the disappointment in his voice, “but will you still pose for me.”

“I’ll think about it,” she promised.

“I was hoping to take some tonight,” he replied, “just some samples for Brian to see so that he can give me advice on lighting.”

“Give me a minute to think about it,” she replied.

“Okay Mum,” Charlie stood to go upstairs. He stopped, turning back to his mother. “I do love you Mum, l can’t help it if l think you’re sexy.” He bent to kiss her cheek.

Hayley meant to pat his arm as he kissed her, but at that moment he turned, her hand missed his arm, brushing against the front of his trousers as he walked past her. Hayley felt a shock wave pass through her as her fingers touched the hard bulge in the front of his trousers, she quickly turned away, hoping to hide her embarrassment by collecting the plates, relieved that Charlie carried on walking.

Hayley’s mind went into overdrive as she did the dishes and tidied up, she had never had that kind of conversation with Charlie before, she wondered about that photo he kept in his wallet. Suzy and her husband had gone on holiday with them, Suzy had insisted on buying Hayley that bikini, Hayley remembered how awkward and embarrassed she felt when she first wore it on the beach, she also remembered how good she’d felt when she’d seen men giving her appreciative glances. There had never been another man in her life, just Troy, but the knowledge that other men found her attractive had made her tingle.

Immediately she thought about the effect the conversation had had on Charlie, she could still feel the hardness of him, remembering how he had left the room so quickly. The thought passed through her mind that he had had to get upstairs quickly to relieve himself. She wondered if he was up in his bedroom at that moment, stroking his erection and looking at that photo of her.

Suddenly she snapped herself out of it, realising that her own hand was pressed between her thighs, she wondered if she dared go up to her bedroom and use her little vibrator to release the tension in her body. She seemed to be doing it more and more lately, mainly after Suzy had given her a particularly graphic account of her latest sexual adventure. Her usual scene would be to lie back and imagine Troy was with her, making her feel all the sensations he used to create in her body. Her hand pressed against her pubic mound again, she closed her eyes as her fingers pressed against her sensitive spot, Only this time it wasn’t Troy’s face she saw, it was Charlie’s.

Quickly she snapped herself out of it. “What are you doing?” She said to herself, “you must be mad.”

She tried to shake the image from her mind, opting to pour herself a glass of wine, then almost downing it in one. Once calm, she went upstairs, knocking lightly on Charlie’s bedroom door.

“Don’t come in!” He shouted.

Hayley heard the panic in his voice, immediately she had the vision of him lying on the bed, looking at her picture as his hand pumped furiously up and down on his penis.

“When you’re ready l’ll be downstairs,” she said, hoping her voice still appeared normal. She had read that boys often had sexual fantasies about their mothers but never associated that with Charlie, he had never given any indication that he felt like that about her.

“Okay Mum,” Charlie called, breathlessly from the other side of the door, “l’ll……l’ll be dow ….down in a min….minute.”

Hayley heard a deep sigh coming from his bedroom, there was no disguising what had happened, she felt her own rush of warmth in the pit of her stomach as she walked unsteadily downstairs.

Back in the kitchen she quickly splashed some cold water on her face and was just towelling dry when Charlie entered, looking quite flushed himself.

They went through to the room that Charlie had set up as his studio, he spent some time setting up the lighting while Hayley sat in the chair he requested. Once he was happy, he commenced taken some shots, the cameras clicking and buzzing as he alternated from digital to old fashioned film.
Hayley was wearing a cream top with an elasticated neck, resting on the top of her shoulders.

“Could you pull your top down a bit Mum,” he said.

“What do you mean?” She replied.

“Just down a bit so that it’s resting on your boobs and showing a bit of cleavage,” he said.

“I don’t think so,” she replied, “l’m not posing for those sort of photos with anyone, especially not with my son.”

“Oh come on Mum,” he replied, “you won’t be showing anything, it’s just to create the impression that you could be naked.”

“I don’t think that’s wise do you?” She replied.

“Oh please Mum,” he pleaded, “You look beautiful there, l want these photos to show just how beautiful you are, Brian said that if l could make them a bit sexy it would help with the competition.”

“Oh, he did did he,” she said, “l’m not sure l approve of the two of you discussing me like that.”

“Oh don’t be like that Mum,” he said, “he only ever says nice things about you, l think he would like to go out with you but is afraid to ask. Please Mum, just pull it down a bit, l can cut the photo off before it shows too much if you like, please.”

Hayley knew very well that she hardly ever refused Charlie anything when he put on that cute smile of his, she pulled the top down from her shoulders until about two inches of cleavage was showing. She saw the look on Charlie’s face as the top part of her boobs became exposed. She intended to stop there but as she changed her position it moved down lower, exposing much more of her breasts. She went to adjust it back.

“No, leave it there Mum,” he stopped her, rapidly clicking away, changing angles and lighting.

Hayley began to enjoy it, she knew she looked good, Suzy was always telling her. She also knew her boobs were good, they may only have been a 34 B but they were still firm and she seldom wore a bra with light tops like this one. She did take a second look when she caught her reflection in the mirror and saw that her nipples were quite prominent under the thin material, something that had not gone unnoticed by her son. Hayley blushed bright red as she saw him staring at her nipples.

“That’s beautiful Mum,” he said, clicking away, “you look so pure and innocent, would you let it down further?”

“No Charlie,” she replied, “l think that is enough don’t you.”

“What about wearing something else Mum?”

“What do you mean,” she replied.

“What about that bikini, would you put that on for me?”

“I don’t know Charlie,” she hesitated, “l think we’ve gone far enough.”

“Oh Mum,” he begged, “there’s no harm in that, it’s not as if l haven’t seen you in it before.”

“Yes but that was when you were younger and it was at the beach, don’t you think it’s a bit dangerous here, just the two of us.”

“What’s dangerous about it Mum,” he said, “it’s just for some photos, nothing else, what do you think l’m going to do?”

“Nothing, of course,” Hayley was embarrassed now, thinking that only she was thinking of things that could happen, it was all in her mind but Charlie was looking at her as if she believed him to be some pervert. “Sorry,” she said, “l’m just being silly, hang on there, l’ll go and get changed.”

Hayley went to her bedroom, easily locating the bikini. She stripped naked, stopping to look at herself in the full length mirror. She had to admit she looked good for her age, all those trips to the gym were worth it. From her high, firm breasts, tipped with pink nipples on pink areoles, down over her flat tummy to the tiny patch of pale, downy curls, matching her blonde, almost white hair. The curls were so thin and wispy that the cleft of her vagina was clearly visible the labia barely visible as they disappeared between her thighs, thighs which tapered down to perfect legs.

Absent mindedly she cupped her breasts, rolling her thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden. One hand went between her thighs, she felt a dampness at the entrance to her vagina.

“Stop it,” she whispered to herself, “he’s your son, you are playing with fire.” A slow smile spread across her face as she reach for the bikini top, two tiny triangles of tissue thin material, bright lime green against her tanned skin, another thing to thank her sun bed for. Once all the straps were in place she proceeded with the bottom half, another tiny triangle of material with two thin strips to go round her waist, another the go up the crack of her bum.

Once it was in place, she looked herself over in the mirror, tidying her hair and applying the merest hint of lipstick. She knew she looked almost naked, she remembered saying that to Suzy the first time she tried it.

“Better than naked,” Suzy had said, “you always want to keep them guessing just a little bit, time to put yourself in the market place.”

Hayley had protested that she wasn’t interested in finding another man but Suzy had insisted she wear it anyway. She remembered the looks she got from men as she walked by, also the scowling looks she got from their women.

A few more seconds of hesitation, convincing herself it was just a photographer taking photos of her in her swimsuit. That photographer just happened to be her son, but it was still a modelling job, nothing more.

She walked back into the room, Charlie greeted her with a warm smile.

“Thank you Mum,” he said, “you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she replied, spinning slowly to give him a full view, “not bad for pushing forty eh!”

“Sexier than any of the models we get at the college,” he replied.

“Have you had many?” She asked.

“A couple,” he replied, “one of them did topless, but she was about as sexy as a tin of beans. Brian would love to see you like that.”

“Well that’s not going to happen,” she replied, “and l don’t want you showing him these photos either.”

“I have to Mum,” he said, “they are for the competition, he will have to see them. But he’ll be looking at them with a professional eye, he’ll only be interested in the quality of the photography.”

“I hope so,” Hayley replied, not sure if she was convincing herself.

Charlie started with some shots of her sitting, then standing. He positioned her, facing the camera with one foot resting on the seat of the chair. Hayley felt the thin triangle of material between her thighs being pulled taught,

“Oooh, nice camel toe Mum,” Charlie smiled.

“What do you mean?” She asked, genuinely unaware of what the phrase meant.

“It’s the way the material slips into the cleft of your pussy Mum,” he explained, “it resembles the two pronged look of a camel’s toe.”

Hayley quickly put her leg down, tugging the material out of her cleft, once again flushing with embarrassment.

“I think that’s enough,” she said.

“Not yet Mum,” he replied, “l have to take hundreds of shots to make sure l get the right one.”

Hayley stopped where she was while Charlie walked around he, taking shots from every angle.

“Take your top off Mum,” he said finally, quite matter of factly.

“No way!” She replied.

“Oh come on Mum, it’s only a couple of topless shots,” he said, “all the models do it these days.”

“I’m not any model,” she replied, “l’m your mother.”

“Mum, l’m not a c***d anymore,” he laughed, “l have seen tits before.”

“Charlie!” She shouted, “there’s no need for that language, l don’t care if you’ve seen them before, you haven’t seen mine and l’m your mother.”

“Actually l have seen yours before,” he smiled, “when l was home from school with a fever, you left the bathroom door unlocked when you had a shower, l sneaked in and saw you then.”

Hayley was stunned by his confession.

“So it’s not just your tits l’ve seen,” he smirked, “l’ve seen you totally naked, that sight has never left me, l bet you’re still as beautiful now as you were then.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she replied.

“You have no idea what it was like in school, having the sexiest looking mother, especially at parents evenings, all the other boys in school ogling you, making comments about you being all alone after Dad died and how they would love to help you get over your frustrations.”

“I had no idea sweetheart, l’m sorry,” she said.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about Mum,” he said, “but you need to understand that l knew how beautiful you were, l had seen you naked, every night l went to bed, seeing you naked in my dreams. Then l went to Art School and older boys started commenting about you, then Brian makes it obvious he fancies you, and all the time l have a vision of you naked in my mind.”

Hayley saw tears of frustration on his cheeks.

“Oh baby,” she said, stepping over to him, taking him into her arms. “I never realised, l’m sorry.”

Charlie held her tight, his hands against the smooth, naked flesh of her back, his face nestled in her sweet smelling hair.

Hayley felt him holding her tight, no man had held her like that since Troy. She felt his hand travelling down her back until it rested just above the swell of her buttocks. His grip tightened as he sobbed. She could feel a hardness pressing against her. His one hand came round to the front of her waist, travelling upwards, under the bottom edge of her bikini top, pushing it up until her breast was revealed.

“I love you Mum,” he whispered.

Hayley felt a shock through her body as his thumb located her nipple, gliding over the hard, rubbery bud. She hissed lightly, her knees buckling. His other hand went down over her bottom, pulling her hard against his erection.

“I want you Mum,” he whispered, nuzzling the side of her neck.

“Charlie baby,” she cried, “we can’t, this is wrong, please, stop it now.”

Hayley knew she should push him away, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Shock waves were travelling through her body from her nipple as he rolled it, then pinching it lightly. She felt his other hand move to her side, then the thin strip of material securing her thong loosened as he undid it.

“Oh god,” she moaned, as his hand went between her legs, his fingers slipping between her labia, instantly he located the sensitive nub of her clitoris. “Mmmmmmmmm,” she groaned as the sensations from her nipple merged with the sensations from her clitoris.

“You want me too Mum,” he whispered, “l can feel how much you want me, hold me Mum, feel how much l want you.”

“Charlie, please,” she begged as all her resistance melted away.

“I have wanted you for so long Mum,” he said, “l can’t wait any longer, l have to have you Mum, please don’t deny me.”

He pinched her nipple harder as his fingers, first one, then two, slipped inside her.

“You’re so hot Mum, l can feel how much you want me, hold me Mum, feel how hard l am, how l need to be inside you.”

“Oh Jesus please,” she cried out. She couldn’t help herself, her hands went to his belt. Now, suddenly there was urgency in her movements, now she was finally giving way to the desires of her body. Her hands moved rapidly, undoing the button at the top of his trousers, taking down the zip, finally pushing down his underpants, freeing his erect penis.
“Show me Mum,” he said, resting both hands on her shoulders, increasing a downward pressure. “Show me how much you want me.”

Hayley uttered one last murmur of protest as she accepted the pressure from his hands, sinking slowly to her knees before him.

Hayley and Troy had both enjoyed all aspects of oral sex, when her face became level with her son’s penis, she knew what he wanted, knew that she wanted it also.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, this act had always thrilled her when she had done it with Troy, now, with her son, it seemed the intensity of the situation simply increased the pleasure she felt as his rigid member filled her mouth.

She drew him in, deep, then released him, kissing the glistening head, then the shaft, working down, kissing his balls, before taking him back into her mouth again, putting both her hands behind his buttocks, pulling him in deeper.

“Oh god Mum,” he cried, “Oh my god, you don’t know how many times l’ve dreamt of this, l don’t think l can hold out Mum, l’m going to cum.”

He made a move to pull out but her grip tightened, she had learned early on with Troy, how much pleasure he got from releasing his seed into her mouth, she had loved him so much that there was never any thought of rejecting it and soon she had begun to relish the taste. Now she knew she wanted her son to know how good it felt.

She felt his hands on her head as he pushed his penis into the back of her throat. She felt his penis swell even more, knowing that this was the moment. She cupped his balls, gently massaging them, then felt that powerful surge travelling along the shaft of his penis, culminating in the explosion in the back of her throat.

“I love you Mum,” Charlie cried out as with pulse after pulse he deposited his cum into her eager mouth.

Hayley swallowed hard but couldn’t cope with it all, she felt it running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts and body. She was aware that there were tears streaming down her cheeks but the emotion she felt was a deep overpowering love for her son.

Slowly the pulsations died away, Hayley took the last dregs of cum from his cock, cleaning the shaft, kissing his balls. She looked up at him, smiling to reassure him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “l was so quick, l’ve never done it with anyone before, l wanted it to be like l’ve read in magazines but l was too quick, l’m sorry.”

“Hey, shush,” she said, getting to her feet and taking him into her arms. “It’s not a problem baby, she said soothingly, “it’s natural for it to happen too quickly the first time, are you really a virgin baby?”

“I’ve never done anything with anyone Mum, honestly,” he replied, “l’ve wanted you for so long, never wanted anyone else, l always dreamt that it would happen between us and it would be perfect but when l tried to slow down l couldn’t, l just had to finish, l’m so sorry Mum, it shouldn’t have been like that, l wanted to make love to you, l just couldn’t control myself.”
“Baby, l love you,” Hayley responded, “l did that for you because l wanted to, l used to love doing that for your father, it was me who stopped you pulling out, l wanted it, there is nothing you need to apologise for.”

He pulled away, looking deep into her eyes. “You look beautiful like that,” he said, looking at the two lines of cum still on her chin. He reached for his camera. “I want a photo of you like that.”

Holding up his camera, Hayley stepped back from him, smiling, cupping her cum covered breasts, as Charlie’s clicked off a stream of photos.

“I still want to make love to you,” he said, “you will let me won’t you.”

“I don’t think l can say no, can l,” she giggled, “but l think l would like to clean up first.”

He took her hand, leading her towards the stairs. Hayley noticed that he still had his digital camera in his hand.

“Do you really need that?” She asked.

“Oh yes Mum,” he replied, “there are loads more photos l want to take.”

They went up to her bedroom, Charlie placing the camera on the bedside table before they went through to her bathroom. The shower was large, with two shower heads, Troy had had it installed and he and Hayley often showered together.

Hayley quickly washed the cum from her face and body, then Charlie took her in his arms, kissing her, a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. Hayley responded, her arms round his neck, his hands roamed over her body as she clung to him. This was the first time she had felt a naked male body next to hers since Troy, all those years of sexual frustration suddenly released, she wanted him, desperately wanted him.

He pressed her against the wall, his hands going around her buttocks. She lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist as she kissed him frantically. She could feel he was hard again, she could feel the head of his penis brushing against her pussy.

“No, not here,” she said as she broke away, “take me to bed, make love to me there.”

He carried her out of the shower, water dripping from their bodies as he carried her to the bed, lowering her gently then looking down at her. Hayley looked up at him, smiling, she spread her legs, knees bent.

“Now you’ve cum, you should be able to control better,” she said, “when your father had been away for any length of time l always sucked him off first so he could last longer when he made love to me, be gentle with me baby, make love to me gently.”

“I love you so much Mum,” he said, kneeling between her spread thighs.

“I love you baby,” she said, taking hold of his penis, guiding him to her vagina. She gave a deep sigh of pleasure as he entered her, supporting his weight above her as he slipped easily into her to the hilt. He went to withdraw, to begin fucking her but she stopped him.

“Wait,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, gripping him tight. “Just let him rest there, let me feel him throbbing, l’m giving you my body, take control of me, own my body.”

Charlie rested deep inside her, he could feel the walls of her vagina gripping him.

“Can you feel that,” she whispered, “your father taught me to do that, he said l was milking him.”

Charlie could only smile down at her, the heat of her vagina burning his cock. “I think it’s you taking control of my body, not the other way round,” he said.

“It’s been so long baby, l dream of your father making love to me every night, he was so gentle with me, even when we had frantic sex he was so loving, l miss him so much.”

“I know Mum,” he said, “l know he loved you too, but now l want to make love to you, l want to take your body to the places he took you, l want you to teach me, to show me how l can make it good for you.”

“Oh baby,” she said, “this is good, this is loving me, l can feel you big and strong inside me, l can feel your balls pressed against me, now rock back a bit so you can take my breasts.”

Charlie did as she asked, taking hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, feeling the muscles in her vagina responding.

“Oh yes,” she sighed, reaching up and pinching his nipples, thrilling to feel the response as his cock pulsated inside her.

“I c…..can’t,” he stuttered, “l n…..need to…..”

“I know baby,” she responded, “Come on then, fuck me now.”

Hearing her saying that word was like lighting a fuse inside him, he had never heard her say ‘fuck’ before, it was the way she said it, the way her lips formed the word, it was so beautiful.

“That’s right baby,” she said as he began to fuck her, long slow strokes, “that’s how Mummy likes to be fucked, take me there slowly, fuck me deep but fuck me slow.”

Hearing his mother talking like that had transformed the whole situation, now he wanted to take her, wanted to be in control of her. He pressed himself against her, grinding his pelvis against hers as she tightened her grip on him, bringing her body up to meet his thrust.

“Yes baby,” she panted, “you’re owning me now, my body is yours baby, take your Mummy, take her, she wants you……harder now.”

Charlie began to thrust faster, each time driving deep into her, each time she called to him, telling him to own her, that she belonged to him.

Suddenly, her legs released him, he grabbed them, lifting them onto his shoulders so that he was above her, driving down into her.

“Yes baby,” she cried, “that’s good baby, now harder, take me baby, l’m yours, show Mummy how you can fuck her, show her how you can take her.”
Hearing her talk like that was driving him mad, he began pounding down onto her, suddenly he didn’t care if he hurt her, he thought his brain would burst, he felt her nails on his chest. She was still urging him to fuck her harder. A red mist descended over him, he just had to drive into her harder, deeper.

“Mummy’s cumming baby,” she cried, “fuck me baby, make Mummy cum.”

Charlie felt the sudden release of hot liquid surrounding his cock, heard it squelching in her vagina as he continued to thrust hard and deep.

“Oh my god baby,” she cried, “don’t stop, please don’t stop, oh god l’m cumming again, oh god l love you baby, keep going, keep fucking me.”

Charlie could feel the pressure building inside him, he couldn’t believe he had any cum left but he could feel his own orgasm building.

“I’m going to cum Mum,” he cried.

“Yes baby,” she screamed, “fill me with cum baby, l want to feel you giving it to me, l love you baby.”

“I love yoooooouuuuu,” he cried as with one final lunge he felt his cock erupt inside her. He stayed deep inside her, his cock pumping as she milked him.

“Oh baby, that is so good,” she said, “that is owning me baby, just like Daddy did, now l’m yours, my whole body is yours, this feels so good, Oh baby l love you so much.”

Charlie stayed deep inside her, his orgasm subsiding but she still gripped him with her vagina, as if she was determined to drain every drop from him. He rolled sideways, then onto his back, but she followed him, keeping him inside her as she lay on top of him. She kissed him.

“Thank you,” she said, “that was beautiful.”

“I didn’t want to be that rough with you,” he replied, “l didn’t want to hurt you.”

“It was how l wanted it,” she said, kissing him again, “how l needed it, even then you were gentle, you didn’t hurt me, not a bad hurt, it was beautiful, you took me to places l haven’t been for so long.”

“No regrets?” He asked.

“No baby, no regrets,” she kissed him.

“I want to do it again,” he said, “l don’t mean now, but l want to make love to you again, l want to do it over and over.”

“That’s sweet of you baby,” she said, “but you need to find a girl your own age.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” he insisted, “l only want you, l’ve wanted you for as long as l can remember, even when l first started getting erections and playing with myself, it was always you l was thinking of, there must have been hundreds of times l have cum looking at that photo of you in that bikini.”
Charlie looked down at her smiling up at him. “You look so beautiful like that Mum,” he said, standing up from the bed and reaching for his camera. He climbed back on the bed, standing astride her, first taking a close up shot of her smiling face, then standing back to get a full length shot.

“Open your legs,” he said.

“Say please,” she giggled, “you make me feel like a porn star.”

“You’re far too good for that,” he said, “please open your legs Mummy.”

“God that sounds so naughty,” she laughed, spreading her legs wide.

Charlie got down, level with the bed, looking up between her legs. “Bend your knees and pull your pussy open, l want a shot of my cum inside you.”

“Now l do feel like a porn star,” she giggled, obeying his instruction. “You’d better not be showing these photos to anyone,” she said.

“No, these are definitely for my private collection,” he replied. “Can l kiss your pussy?”

“If you want to sweetheart,” she replied, “are you sure you want to?”

“I’d like to make you cum with my mouth,” he said, “but l don’t really know what to do.”

“I can teach you,” she said, “your father was so good at it, he would play me like an instrument for ages, taking me to the point of orgasm, then holding me their until l thought l would go mad.”

“I want to spend my life giving you orgasms,” he said, “l mean it Mum, l want us to do this for ever.”

Charlie put down the camera, then lay between her outstretched legs, savouring the perfume of her sex. He kissed her thighs, working closer with each kiss.

“Kiss me here,” she indicated, “now here….that’s it…..now here….mmmm, that’s nice….now my button, kiss me here….mmmm, yes that’s good…now suck it gently, play with it with your lips and tongue….ooooh that’s good, don’t stop….oh yes, now bite it gently, just nipping it with your teeth…oooh god that’s good…. Now suck it again…put two fingers inside me, curl them up and fuck me with them gently while you suck my button.

Charlie followed each of her instructions, loving the way he could feel her body responding, he so wanted to make it good for her. He pumped his fingers inside her a bit harder.

“Yes, that’s good,” she sighed, “Oh my god you are good at this, just like your father….now take your fingers out, reach up and take hold of my nipples, suck me harder, my cum is building…..good, yes….pinch me harder….mmmmmm….keep going now, don’t stop, pinch me hard, twist them gently….keep going…..keep gooooinnng…keeeeee….aaaaarrrrrggggghhhh.

Charlie tasted the flood of juices that poured into his mouth as her whole body trembled with orgasm. Her thighs clamped around his neck, forcing his mouth hard against her vagina, her back arching in pleasure.

Charlie was elated, he was making love to the woman of his dreams, tasting her juices as she came into his mouth, he was in paradise, he had never been happier in his life. Those dark days when he lost his father, the growing frustration as his body matured, his feelings for his mother having to be hidden for so long, the misery of the frustration, knowing that every day she was so close but still so far away. Now, suddenly, his world had changed, he was determined that this was his future. He wanted to be her lover forever, caring for her, loving her, somehow he had to find a way to make it happen.

Hayley had so many emotions passing through her brain, she had given up hope of ever feeling like this again, her son had made her feel like a woman for the first time since Troy’s death. What would Troy think of her? Would he condemn her, would he be disgusted by her, somehow Hayley didn’t believe he would be either. Troy’s love for her was all encompassing as was hers for him, there was no way to know if he was looking down at her now, she hoped he was because through their son, she still felt connected to him.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Charlie said as he moved up by her side, putting his arm around her as she laid her head on his chest.

“Just thinking how happy l feel at this moment,” she said, “but also sad that it cannot continue.”

“There must be a way Mum,” he said, “we can’t be the first mother and son to feel like this, there must be a way.”

“And what happens when we get discovered,” she replied, “l would go to prison, we would never be allowed to see each other again, l could not live with that Charlie, l will not lose you, l cannot lose you, l have lost all those that l have loved, l could not stand losing you as well.”

They talked into the night, unable to come to any conclusion apart from Hayley’s insistence that what they were doing must end.

But if Hayley thought that ending it would be a simple matter she was hugely mistaken. Twice more in the night they made love, each time it was gentle and loving, each time Charlie learned a little bit more, learning all those areas of her body that pushed the right buttons. He was a quick learner, happy to be the giver of pleasure rather than the taker.

The following morning, they kissed passionately inside the front door as he was leaving for college.

“I love you so much Mum,” he said, “l will think of something, l want you forever.”

Hayley bruised the tears from her eyes as she watched him walking away from the house. She didn’t want it to end either, but knew in her heart that somehow she had to end it without breaking his heart.

She was just making a coffee when Suzy arrived. Hayley tried as hard as she could to act as if everything was normal. They were sat opposite each other at the dining table with their coffees. Hayley saw her friend staring at her, she was about to say something when Suzy beat her to it.

“Go on then,” she said, “who is it?”

“Who’s what?” Hayley replied.

“You have the unmistakable look of a woman who has recently had amazing sex,” her friend said, “not before time l might add, so come on, who is it? Not that poser from the gym l hope, the one with the muscles, he’s as thick as two planks, Ann Harris says he’s two hundred pounds of dynamite with a two inch fuse. No, it can’t be him, but someone has been slipping you his greasy pole, l can tell, come on, spill the beans.”

Hayley hesitated, feeling herself blushing.

“It’s not that husband of mine is it,” she continued, “l wouldn’t put it past him, he gets a hard on just talking about you. You can tell me if it is, l don’t mind, after all he knows l fuck around.”

“No it isn’t,” Hayley replied.

“Well who then?”

“If l tell you, you have to promise it goes no further,” Hayley said, “l have to talk to someone and you are my best friend, but you are an awful gossip, this has to stay with us.”

“I only gossip about people l don’t like baby,” Suzy said, “l would never gossip about you, come on, l’m all ears, this sounds like it’s going to be good.”

Hayley knew she had to unload to someone, she trusted Suzy with her life. Slowly, she told her the whole story, Suzy listening without interrupting but the look on her face betrayed how shocked she was.

“So come on then,” Hayley said when the room had fallen silent, “tell me l’m mad at least, if not bad.”

“I don’t think you’re bad,” Suzy replied, “it has been hard for you, bringing up Charlie on your own. I’m not surprised that he fancies you, that’s been obvious for a while.”

“What do you mean?” Hayley said, “you never said.”

“I can’t believe you never noticed,” Suzy laughed, “a lot of boys have fantasies about their mothers, admittedly they don’t often get to fuck them, but it’s not that unusual, it’s what happens next that’s the question.”

Hayley explained her dilemma, she didn’t want to reject Charlie and risk him doing something stupid, but she knew she couldn’t carry on the way things were.

“Well, you could carry on,” Suzy said, “l mean, plenty of men end up living with their mothers, and what goes on behind closed doors is no-one else’s business.”

“You sound as if you approve of it,” Hayley said, quite shocked that her friend appeared to be ready to accept the situation.

“The thing is Hayley darling, did you enjoy it?” Suzy asked.

Hayley hesitated for a moment. “Well yes, if l’m honest l did enjoy it,” she finally admitted, “perhaps because l was feeling a bit vulnerable yesterday afternoon, l’d had a couple of glasses of wine, then the way things went with the photography and the things Charlie said about me, and l was missing Troy, and then we started doing it, and he was so gentle and l love him so much…all of a sudden it just felt right, it was good, he was so gentle and caring, just like Troy used to be.”

“It sounds wonderful baby,” Suzy said, “who am l to criticise you, you deserve to be happy baby, if Charlie makes you happy then why not, it really isn’t anyone else’s business, you’re both adults. Tell me though, l hope you took precautions, l doubt if you are still on the pill and you know how risky it can be at your time of life.”

“Oh shit!” Hayley exclaimed, “l never even thought of that, everything happened so fast, my mind was spinning, oh Christ, what if l caught, what are the chances of that, Oh god, what am l going to do?”

“Don’t panic baby,” Suzy tried to reassure her, “l didn’t mean to frighten you, it’s not likely you could be that unlucky, l mean it’s over seven years since you last had sex, God Hayley, seven years,” she laughed, “l would be climbing the walls if l went seven days.”

“Yes well you’re different,” Hayley smiled, “l could never have the sort of casual sex life you have, l mean, it works for you and you are happy, l love you and l would never criticise.”

“Oh fuck!” Suzy said, looking at her watch, “talking of my sex life, l have to go, l bumped into this dishy young man in the supermarket yesterday, we got chatting and he invited me for a drink, he’s a real hunk, anyway he’s married and had to get home yesterday but we arranged for him to come round to my place this lunch time, l have to go, sorry.”

“You never cease to amaze me,” Hayley chuckled, “you bump into a complete stranger and twenty four hours later you’ve got him between your legs.”

“Don’t knock it baby,” Suzy laughed, “you just wait, l bet Charlie will be wanting that sweet pussy of yours time and time again, you wait and see, there’s nothing better than getting well fucked regularly, here,” she opened her handbag and took out packet of three condoms, “l always carry a few just in case,” she said, pushing them across the table, “they should last you today, you will have to get more and use them until you get back on the pill.”

“You sound as if you approve,” Hayley said.

“Look baby,” Suzy said, walking towards the front door, “you know l love you, l only want you to be happy, if Charlie makes you happy, just go for it, he loves you and wants to care for you, you deserve as much happiness as you can get.” She turned and hugged her friend. “But l need to know the details,” she giggled, “god even the thought of what Charlie is going to be doing to you tonight is making me wet, enjoy it baby, have fun.”

Suzy kissed her then dashed out to her car.

The rest of the day, Hayley went over and over in her head the way her best friend had reacted. Suzy was the only person she trusted apart from Charlie. Suzy had been the rock she had used for support through some very difficult times, her friend had never let her down, prepared to drop everything at a moment’s notice just to be there for moral support whenever Hayley felt the world was closing in on her. Suzy’s opinion mattered to her, Suzy saw the world as it was, she never sugar coated anything, Hayley trusted her completely.

The more she thought about Suzy’s reaction, the more she realised she was simply looking for reasons to carry on with Charlie. She knew she had to be honest with herself, Charlie had made her feel emotions she had thought were impossible at her stage in life, her love for him was unconditional, but even as she thought about how he had made love to her, she felt her body stirring, she tried to resist the urge to press her hand between her legs as she remembered the feel of his penis deep inside her, remembered the power of him as he pumped his seed into her mouth, she could still taste him, god how good it had felt, she had almost cum at that moment when his cock exploded in her mouth.

Suddenly she realised that her one hand was inside her blouse, pinching her nipple, while the other one was under her skirt, pressing against the gusset of her panties. She needed to release, she needed to let her body dictate.

She rushed upstairs, quickly removing her clothes, opening her bedside draw, her little vibrator lying there, beside it was the other one, the large, pink, rubber phalus that Suzy had insisted on buying for her. It was still in it’s box, totally unused, somehow it had always seemed so clinical, so false, but now she needed that feeling inside that Charlie’s cock had given her, she needed to feel it again.

Frantically she tore open the packaging, holding it for the first time, feeling the firmness of it but still the softness, just like Charlie’s cock. It was about the same size as Charlie’s cock both in length and girth. She placed it against her lips, taking the head into her mouth.

“Yes, the same size as Charlie,” she said to herself. She closed her eyes as she let the tip of the dildo travel down her body. “Do you want me Charlie?” She said out loud. “Do you want to fuck Mummy again, Mummy so wants you beautiful cock inside her cunt. Mummy wants you to fuck her Charlie, please put it inside me.”

She parted her legs, tracing the tip of the dildo along her labia. “Not so gentle this time baby,” she said, “you own Mummy’s cunt now baby, you can be harder with her baby. Mummy needs you to fuck her harder.”

The tip of the dildo was resting at the entrance of her vagina, suddenly, in one movement it was totally inserted. Hayley’s back arched off the bed as that beautiful dildo possessed her completely.

“That’s so good baby, that’s what Mummy’s cunt is for, now fuck me Charlie, fuck me hard, don’t wait for me, Mummy is nearly cumming.”

Her hand was pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt, her body writhing in passion as she imagined her son driving his cock into her. Her free hand was mauling her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples, the pain only adding to the sensations coming from her cunt.

“Fuck me Charlie, fuck me, own me, use me baby….l’m cumming baby, l love you baby, Mummy loves you…..oh god.”

The orgasm tore through her body, she broke out in a cold sweat as her body heaved and thrashed, her hand forcing that wonderful dildo deep into her cunt.

As her orgasm subsided, she lay there, her chest heaving with exhaustion, her stomach still churning.

“What have you become?” She asked herself, “what is it you want?”

“I want Troy back!” She cried out, “l want Troy here to hold me, to love me, why did you go Troy, you could have saved yourself, why did you leave me?”

She tried to hold back the tears but they came anyway, turning she buried her face in the pillow, sobbing.

She stayed like that for a while, losing all track of time. At one point she had drifted off to sleep. There was a voice in her head. “You can’t bring me back” it said, “l’m gone forever you have Charlie now, he will love you, he will care for you.” She felt a warmth enveloping her, she felt secure, felt that a decision had been made and with it a weight had been lifted from her.

She decided to shower, washing the perspiration from her body. Then she spent time applying her make-up, not too much, just enough to highlight her best parts. Then she studied her wardrobe, selecting one outfit after another and discarding them. She was getting desperate, nothing seemed to be what she was looking for, it had been so long since she had been interested in clothes that made her look desirable, not since Troy. Something caught her eye as she was about to close the wardrobe door, she reached right to the back, pulling the dress forward. She remembered the first and only time she’d worn it, they were going to a Regimental Dinner, Troy was to be given an award, she had bought the dress at an exclusive shop in London, she had come downstairs, Troy waiting at the bottom.

“My god you look fantastic,” he’d said, she felt so proud. “But you can’t wear it.”

Troy explained that as she was walking down the stairs, the light behind her from the landing had made the dress totally see through, she had run upstairs, standing in front of the mirror with a light behind her, she could see what he meant, the dress may as well have been made of glass, every contour of her body was visible, she had quickly changed and the dress had gone back in the wardrobe. One week later Troy was killed.

This time she decided she would wear the dress, this would be her statement to Charlie, this would be her telling him that she was his.

Back downstairs, she prepared their meal, setting out the table complete with candle, she wanted this to be their special moment.

She heard the front door open, Charlie called out.

“In the dining room,” she replied.

Hayley had carefully positioned herself to be facing him as he entered, the lighted candle directly behind her would give the effect she wanted.

Charlie entered the room and was frozen to the spot.

“My god Mum, you are beautiful,” he said, “l have been longing for this moment all day, and dreading it in case you had changed your mind, terrified that you would reject me.”

“I have done a lot of thinking sweetheart,” she said, “ l know this is madness, but last night you made me feel like a woman for the first time since your father died. I don’t know where this will lead us baby but l’m not going to fight the way l feel, l’m yours, if you want me.”

“Oh Mum,” he said, taking her into his arms, kissing her passionately, his hands pressing the small of her back, bringing her hard against him, his erection pressed against her tummy. His hands slid down to her bottom, working her skirt up.

“No,” she said, pushing him away gently, “that can wait, eat first, we need to talk, then you can take me to bed and make love to me.”

“Oh Mum, l do love you,” he said, “are you completely naked under that dress?”

“Yes baby,” she giggled, “naked and all yours, if you want me.”

“I have been terrified all day,” he said, “l convinced myself that you would change your mind, oh Mum, this is heaven.”

Hayley forced him away, giggling like a teenager, her whole body tingling. She sat him down at the table, then served him his meal.

“We need to talk this over,” she said once she was sitting opposite him, thinking how handsome he was in the candlelight. He resembled Troy in so many ways, even that slightly lop sided line of his mouth when he smiled.

“Can’t we talk in bed after,” he smiled.

“No baby,” she laughed, “once you get me in bed you won’t want to talk, we need to work out how we are going to do this.”

“Well, you lie on your back with your legs open, l will put my cock up you and move it about,” he smirked.

“Stop it,” she laughed, “you know what l mean.” She noticed a change in his expression. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing,” he replied, “it’s just how beautiful you are when you laugh, l can’t remember you laughing like that since…..”

“I know baby,” she stopped him, “these last seven years without your father have been hell, you are the only thing that kept me sane, you are my world Charlie, l don’t want to be one of those clinging mothers that won’t let you live your own life.”

“What l said last night still stands Mum,” he said, “you are th