Charlie Comes Home

Apologies for the delay. Any grammatical errors are purely my own. The is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Charlie sat with his eyes glued to his mother's distended nipples stretching the material at the front of her tight dress as she placed his plate of chicken Caesar salad down in front of him. The necklace too. He definitely hadn't seen her wearing it before. Then she caught him by surprise when she popped a small jewellery box down next to his fork.

"What's this?" he asked, unable to hide his confusion.

"Just a little gift, baby," she said. "Something to show you how much I love you. If you don't like it you don't have to wear it," she added nervously.

"Well, I won't know that until you fucking open it will I?" he said, sarcastically waving his prosthetic hands in front of her. He was more than capable of opening it, but the opportunity to remind her of what she'd done to him was too good to miss.

"Yes, sorry baby," Claire replied guiltily as she fumbled to open the box. "I bought them today," she explained. "One for you and one for me," she added, toying with her necklace as she did.

Looking first at the necklace with the same letter 'C' and the wedding ring attached, then to her left hand. "Is that what I think it is?" Charlie asked.

Claire nodded apprehensively, giddy with nervous 'first date' excitement. It really was extraordinary just how much she had 'fallen' for her son since he'd come home.

Charlie didn't view the token in quite the same way though. "So the letters are our names? You wear mine and I wear yours? Is that what this is?"

"Yes, baby." Somehow she just knew he'd understand. Charlie was so perceptive.

"And the ring? Dad gave you that on the day you gave yourself to him. The day you promised to 'love, honour and obey' him. Isn't that correct?"

Fucking dumb bitch. It was priceless and Charlie snatched the opportunity.

Claire thought back to her wedding day. It was a traditional church wedding with traditional vows, but she was beginning to sense something else in Charlie's demeanour.

"Yes, baby," she answered tentatively, watching her son's mouth widen into a broad grin.

"So by giving it to me, you promise to do the same then?" he continued. "You're promising to 'love, honour and obey' me. Is that right, mother?"

She wasn't sure, but Claire thought he emphasised the word "obey" and caught out by his interpretation, she stumbled. It was just meant to be a token. Something to show him she loved him. Something to make him happy. At least that's what she'd told herself, but Charlie clearly had a different take on it. She had no time to think.

"Go on then," he told her. "Put it on for me, but I want the same fucking vow when you do, mother," he continued, the sparkle in his cold blue eyes making her shiver. "Repeat after me......"

It wasn't a wedding ceremony of course, but nonetheless Claire's hands were shaking as she fastened the necklace around Charlie's neck. And whilst the words weren't exactly the same, they carried a similar weight to the vow she'd made to her late husband all those years ago, never expecting to repeat them to anyone else. Vows were meant never to be broken.

"With this necklace and this ring, I Claire Simpson vow to you Charlie Simpson, to love, honour and obey you, till death us do part."

Managing to scoot his chair back a little, he suggested a selfie to "mark the occasion." Fuck, if this wasn't turning out to be a good day.

"Here, mum," he said excitedly. "Crouch down next to me and lean in," he added holding his phone up. "Actually, it might be better if you kneel. I can't get you in frame properly." And as she knelt beside, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. "Yeah, that's it, mum. On your knees. Now rest both hands on my cock and turn to look up at me. Say cheese."

What a perfect shot. Fuck! She was so dumb, she really had no idea what was happening. "I'll send you this. Save it as your home screen wallpaper. I'll do the same and whenever we look at our phones we'll have a reminder of the occasion."

They say a picture paints a thousand words and although Claire initially thought the idea that they would both share the photo on their phones rather sweet, a thousand words couldn't cover everything that swept through her mind when she set the photo on her home screen. Initially it looked like a perfectly innocent pose of mother and son, but the devil is in the detail. Her hands on the huge bulge of his penis. Her forever erect nipples clear to see. The look of adoration on her face. And she was kneeling. She was kneeling before her son. All whilst Charlie sat open legged, his prosthetic hand on her left shoulder and a look of pure triumph on his grinning face.

If anyone happened to see it, they would know instantly what it meant.

Claire wasn't sure why, but everything felt surreal as they ate. Maybe it was the 'ceremony' and the magnitude of her 'vow,' the photo or perhaps his intentions after dinner, his "dessert" as he'd put it, but her son was happier than she'd seen him. She'd never experienced oral sex. Charles had suggested it once, but the thought was quite disturbing and she'd been quick to rebuff him. He never suggested it again. Now it felt as if it was going to happen whether she wanted it or not and that made her nervous. So nervous, she could barely eat.

"So, I was chatting with Rose while you were out," Charlie told her between mouthfuls of his food and Claire stiffened. "She knows," he said, suddenly becoming serious. "She thinks you have a boyfriend," he explained.

Horror turned to relief and then to fear when she realised it was probably time to explain his relationship to Rose. It took a huge effort, but Claire found the strength.

"Baby," she began, her mouth dry. "There's something I need to tell you about Rose," she continued. "I should have told you sooner and I'm sorry for not doing so. Rose isn't just my cleaning lady, baby. She's your aunt. Your fathers older sister. My sister-in-law."

Of course, she expected Charlie to fly into one of his rages and steeled herself. He probably had every right to be angry, but astonishingly, he remained unnervingly calm. Was he actually smiling?

Fuck! That's why Rose had been saying those things earlier. It wasn't some fucking kink. She actually was his aunt. His cock stiffened instantly. Fuck yeah! He'd been sucking on his real aunts mammoth jugs. Charlie was living the dream.

"Do you understand, baby?" she was asking, but his brain was stuck in overdrive. Fuck! The dirty bitch was about to toss him off earlier too. Her own fucking nephew!

"I know what an aunt is, mother," he told her, gathering his thoughts. "Is that why you looked so fucking scared when you got back from shopping?"

If Claire had been as switched on as her son, she'd have recognised the 'get out' he'd inadvertently given her. But she wasn't and Charlie spotted the 'something' his mother was struggling with and latched onto like a dog with a bone.

"Well?" he pushed. "I'm waiting."

She stuttered through, recounting what had happened whilst skilfully avoiding going into detail. It was deeply humiliating, yet Charlie just carried on eating his meal as if listening to her recounting a shopping trip.

"I should have dismissed her," she said finally.

With a clatter of cutlery landing on his plate, Charlie stared at his red faced mother with a look that made her shudder. Jesus. This was pure fucking gold! His opinion of aunt Rose hit almost stratospheric proportions. Oh how he would loved to have seen it.

"No, you fucking dumb bimbo," he said. "You don't get to make decisions like that anymore. In fact, the day after tomorrow, as soon as she arrives, you're going apologise to aunt Rose and thank her for teaching you a lesson. Then you're going to give her a 20 percent pay rise and cut her working hours by half, from 4 days to 2."

He was positive Rose would thank him when he explained it was his idea. He hoped it would ease the way for the newly forming plans he was making for her too.

"But ba......."

"Shut your fucking stupid mouth, you dumb cunt," he interrupted. "Don't you get it? She thinks you've got a boyfriend. The less time she's here, the less chance she has finding out about us."

Claire saw his logic instantly, but it wasn't his logic that caused her to catch her breath. For the first time Charlie had referred to them as a couple and it had a profound effect.

"Us."

He'd said "Us."

A tidal wave of emotions threatened to drown her.

If he realised what he'd said, it didn't show. Instead, Charlie concentrated on the task in hand. The situation could turn for the worse if he didn't keep tight lid on it, but if he played his cards right.............

The excitement was too great. "I'm ready for my dessert. Get your fucking dress off, get your knickers off and get on the table," he told her nonchalantly, pushing his plate to one side. "Right here, you dumb fucking bimbo," he added, tapping the table.

He watched in abject rapture as his stupid mother quickly removed her dress, followed by her knickers, leaving them in a small heap on the dining room floor. Jesus fucking Christ, she looked punch-drunk. For just a few short moments Charlie wondered what was going through her mind. Then it was gone as he fixed his eyes on her cunt. The lips, still swollen, sparkled wetly, shimmering like the crystals dangling from the chandelier above them.

Still to take in everything her son had just told her, Claire had almost forgotten just how badly her need for relief was. What had begun as an evening to profess her love had turned into something else entirely. Charlie had hijacked her plans, taken her intentions and like worthless scrap of paper, had screwed them up and tossed them away. It was inconceivable that she'd vowed to love, honour and obey him. How had that happened? And now?

Oh God. Charlie had said "us." It was all she could think about. Mother and son were a couple. She was Charlie's girl. He'd told her as much hadn't he? Not outright, but that must be what he meant. Surely?

"Spread your fucking legs, mother," he told her quietly as he stood up. "Arse right at the edge of the table."

Charlie wasn't particularly tall and was far too skinny to be described as broad, but as she did what he told her and leaned back on her hands, it seemed to Claire that he was big. Or maybe not big, more imposing. His strength of will made her feel weak.

"B...baby," she stuttered meekly. "I......really......don't think...."

He didn't have to say a single word to stop her speaking. With just a fiery glare, she fell silent. It was all too late anyway. She'd had ample opportunity to refuse hadn't she? Yet, not once had Claire Simpson said "no" to anything her son had asked of her. He wanted her and however much she tried to deny it, she wanted him to want her. The word "no" seemed to have slipped from her vocabulary.

"When are you finally going to learn, mother," he began, the coldness returning to his icy blue eyes. "You're a dumb bimbo and dumb bimbos don't 'think' anything. Dumb bimbos do as they're fucking well told."

Claire tried to remind herself that they were just words. Meaningless words. He didn't really mean what he was saying because he couldn't help it. Besides, she knew how he really felt now.

Fuck yeah! The look of sheer bewilderment on her gorgeous face literally made his horse cock throb. That and the knowledge that in just a few moments he'd finally get to taste a woman's cunt and arse. And not just any woman either. He looked down at his mothers sopping wet twat. This was going to be a seminal moment.

Her nipples were painfully erect, her vagina was throbbing and soaking wet. Her whole body tingled, aching for release, betraying everything her mind was screaming at her. It felt like she was in shock and for a moment Claire lost her grasp on reality. But this WAS real and she knew exactly what was about to happen. It wasn't reality Claire was struggling to hold on to. Leaning forward, Charlie took her left nipple into his mouth and greedily sucked it in.

Oh Lord! It was like a bolt of electricity shooting through her tiny breast right down to her solid hard clitoris, causing her to flinch. Unlike his father, Charlie was far from gentle, his need so urgent. A soft gasp escaped her lips and her head fell back. And as he nipped and chewed on the distended sensitive flesh, thoughts of the husband she'd lost faded away and she succumbed to her son's hungry mouth.

Fuck yeah! His mothers teat was so fucking different to aunt Rose's tiny nubs. So much longer. So much thicker too, as thick as her little finger. He wasted no time and sucked hard. So hard he took her whole tit inside, which was pretty easy given how tiny they were compared to his aunts. Charlie had imagined this moment for so long he could hardly comprehend it was really happening. But he wanted something else much more.

Pulling his mouth away, he pushed his mother back. "Lay down," he hissed. "Hold your legs back.....behind the knees, mother. Right back to your fucking shoulders."

Claire's head was swimming from the ferocious attention Charlie had dealt her breast. It was like nothing else she'd ever experienced and she couldn't stop the feeling rising when she saw the look of sheer lust in her son's eyes. Of course, he'd told her what he intended to do, but right up until this moment, she hadn't really believed it would happen. Now as she pulled her legs back and presented her sex to him, another fleeting moment of reality struck. This was a far cry from masturbating him or even sucking his penis and with her vagina and anus made so readily accessible, she began to worry about the consequences........but Claire could already feel his hot breath.

"You fucking dirty slut," he cooed, drinking in the sight of her swollen red cunt. But it was her tightly puckered, dusky brown arsehole that he wanted first.

With his nostrils clogging up with her cunt juice, Charlie forced his tongue right inside her. Nothing prepared him for the sweet and slightly sour taste. Fuck, it blew his mind. Jamming his tongue in further, he tried to swirl it around but she was way too fucking tight. It occurred to him that if he was ever going fuck it, he'd have to stretch it first, but then the mental rush of what he was doing took over. He was actually tongue fucking his own mother's arsehole and not only that, the dirty fucking whore was pushing back! Her cunt was literally bubbling on his nose while her ringpiece contracted around his tongue, sucking him inside.

It had never even occurred to Claire that someone might wish to lick her anus and if it had, she would have flatly refused. Goodness knows why anyone would want to do something so dirty, so when she felt Charlie's tongue snaking inside her she didn't know what to expect. She felt her sphincter contracting involuntarily from the invasion, along with a bizarre sensation coarsing through her stomach. At the same moment she felt Charlie's nose nudging inside her vagina. To her, it felt as if both orifices had been penetrated simultaneously and that, combined with her desperate need to cum, sent her body into spasms.

Once again, as seemed to be the case alarmingly often, her body betrayed her and she pushed back. She just couldn't stop herself. It felt like she was out of control. Oh God! Again and again, she felt his tongue invade her anus and his nose probe her vagina and the sensation was taking her closer and closer to release. Her hips and thighs were quivering uncontrollably, so badly she had to tighten her grip to stop herself thrashing around. How could something so intrinsically abhorrent, give her so much pleasure. Just as with Charlie, although she didn't know it, Claire's mind battled with the enormity of what was happening. This wasn't her husband. This was her son. Oh my God! OH MY GOD! Just as the colours of her oncoming orgasm began to blind her, he stopped.

After one last, deep push, Charlie pulled his tongue from her arse and licked his lips, watching the hole contracting as he did. Oh yeah, the dumb bimbo fucking well enjoyed that. Jesus. Even her cunt was contracting. It looked like it was gasping for air. He guessed it meant, but the bitch wasn't getting that tonight. He thought back to the plan, she had another couple of days of being kept on the edge. He wanted to see her delirious, literally begging to cum.

He waited for the contractions to subside, then rammed his tongue inside. Fuck. It was like sliding into hot cream. Much less resistance than her arsehole, but still tight. Her cunt muscle clamped around him so firmly he wondered what it would feel like when he fucked her, but the thought soon passed as he lapped away at her cunt juice, gulping it down like a thirsty dog. He had no words to describe the taste because there wasn't really much of a taste at all. He'd hoped she would taste the same way she smelled, but she didn't. Instead it was all too clean. It was kind of a disappointment really. In fact, her arsehole tasted better. Still, his twisted brain sparked like electricity. This was years in making. All those times he'd imagined doing this when Joshua was sucking him off had finally come to fruition. FUCK! YEAH! He sucked in her swollen cunt lips, nipped and chewed at her clit and tongue fucked her hole in a frenzy of inexperienced lust.

When her husband had suggested it she'd been disgusted, but disgust wasn't what Claire was feeling now. Oh Lord. It was getting hard to breath. The previously extinguished lightshow in her brain reignited, slowly at first and then stronger and stronger. Nothing else mattered anymore. Nothing but the sensations ripping through her vulva. If he just stayed on her clitoris long enough..........but he didn't and she became evermore frustrated, fruitlessly grinding herself against him in an effort to get what she needed. It was almost painful when he stopped.

"Right then, you dumb bimbo," he said as he sat back down, his face glistening wet. "I need my cock sucking."

Claire scrambled from the table and down to her knees, her body trembling from the lack of release. Why did his selfishness excite her so much? Maybe it was just that simple. He was selfish. He needed her and that need made him selfish. He needed her. Yes, she remembered then. God forgive her. It was his need for her that triggered it. Within moments his beautiful penis was throbbing in front of her, beckoning for her attention.

"Stop fucking looking at it, mother," she heard him snarl. "Get it in your fucking whore mouth. I'm fucking desperate to spray your throat."

He was too. Claire was surprised at just how quickly he started to ejaculate. She barely had time to properly fit him in her mouth before she felt the first spurt. The strange sense of pride returned, filling her very soul, that and the huge quantity of sperm that flooded her throat and stomach. Even though her need to cum was so strong, she managed to control her breathing perfectly this time, managing to take everything he gave her. Only a small amount of leakage escaped from the corners of her mouth, which she quickly scooped up before licking and sucking him clean.

As he squirted the last shot of spunk into his mother's throat, that feeling washed over him, just as it always seemed to do. "Fuuuuuuck!" he gasped. "I love you, mum," he added as his cock finally stopped twitching.

Claire was immensely proud of herself when she sat back on her haunches and looked up.

"I did it, baby," she said, her voice almost childlike and full of satisfaction. "I took it all." If that didn't stop her son talking about Joshua forever, she had no idea what would.

In just 4 days, his dumb mother had rocketed from never having even tasted a cock to becoming the only person who'd managed to swallow his entire load. In fairness, he only had Joshua for comparison, but he hadn't managed it in 2 fucking years. Not only was Charlie shocked, but just like his dumb mother, he was proud too. Not of her though. Oh no. Of himself. As far as he was concerned it was all down to him.