Chapter Seven - Bethany
Valerie lay in bed fast asleep. As usual she was dressed in a satin negligee, nylon panties, satin brassiere and had left on her stockings having had sex just before falling asleep. She was enshrouded in satin sheets and enraptured by the feel of the silky, slinky, feel of her lingerie cosseting the bed linen.
The feel of the gossamer-like garments against her sensitive flesh invoked memories which pervaded her dreams.
She dreamed of being William Styles, at home between school terms, alone with his stepmother; his stepfather as usual away on some errand for Big Tony.
William stood in the doorway to his mother's bedroom watching her trim figure; her back to him as she slid her panties up her stocking-clad legs and smoothed them tightly around her buttocks. She, turned her head and saw him there and she smiled. She extended her hand, beckoning him into her bedroom.
"I know you like seeing me like this William. Come closer and take a good look," her smile widened.
William stepped into the bedroom and closed the door. There was no one else in the house but it seemed the right thing to do.
"Here," Bethany Styles, his stepmother offered her hand to him.
Her fingers were long, her nails were long too and manicured and painted bright red. He liked her fingers when she stroked him or scratched his back or even just held his hand or touched him.
"What do you like the most William? Is it my stockings? Here feel them," she guided his fingers to the dark welt at the top of her stocking.
"Feel the little black seam that runs down the back of my leg William," she took one his fingers and drew it along the backseam of her stocking.
"Now put your fingers back on the welt; see how smooth and gauzy if feels and see how much darker it is to the rest of my stocking. These little silver clips on my suspender belt are called garter snaps and they help hold my stockings up."
William's hand rested gently on her thigh.
"Now look how creamy your mother's skin is above the welt and feel how soft it is to touch," she guided his fingers to the snow-white thigh flesh above the welts of her stockings.
William's penis was erect and uncomfortable in his underpants but he was too scared to adjust it.
"And if your fingers follow the garter strap you will see they are tucked under my knickers so I can pull them up or down without removing my stockings. Do you want to touch my panties William? Do you want to feel how soft my knickers are?"
William's mouth was dry and he couldn't speak but he nodded ever so slightly.
"Here, run your hands across the globes of my buttocks; feel how satiny and sleek they are. My knickers are very tight there but see how they wrinkle just a little bit in the cleft of my buttocks. Put a finger in there and feel how cool and plush that feels," She smiled down at him; with her red lipsticked lips and beautiful blue eyes.
"But I know where you really want to put your fingers don't I William. You want to put them here don't you?" his mother moved his fingers to the front panel of her panties.
"Feel how tight they fit. Feel how flat my tummy is and how my pubis curves down. Here feel it," she guided William's fingers across the front panel of her tight, slick, knickers.
"Do you like the colour? Do you like my white satin panties William?"
"I know you do. I know you like my stockings too because I've found the little silver trails you left on them when put them on your cock. You've been wanking with mummy's panties and nylons haven't you William?"
William's face burned with shame. He was eighteen yet he felt like a little boy.
"It's ok darling. I'm not really your mother. I'm your stepmother and you are of the age of consent. What we are doing isn't illegal. It's naughty but it's not criminal," her smile widened.
"So you can touch me here," Bethany grinned and pushed his fingers against her sex.
William felt the soft folds of her vagina through the gauzy material. Most of the knickers in her bedside drawer had a cotton gusset in them; but these didn't, they were delicate and translucent and he could feel every part of his mother's sex.
"Feel how sheer the material is, and see here how they have become translucent where my juices are soaking into them. You are making me wet my knickers William; your fingers touching me through my knickers are making me wet."
"And I can see you are becoming wet too. Look!" she directed him down to the little wet patch on the front of his trousers.
"Here. Let me help you with that."
His mother unzipped his fly and freed his hard cock; she held it gently between her cool fingers.
"This feels so good doesn't it William. Of course we can't tell daddy but it feels so good. We need never tell daddy anything. It will be our secret."
His mother squeezed his penis and he ejaculated. His sizzling semen splashed on his mother's stockings, the white globules contrasting with the black diaphanous nylon. More of it spurted from the eye of his cock; a rope of the gelatinous issue spattered on the dark welts, another splashed across the front of her knickers and his mother gasped.
Bethany Styles closed her eyes and shuddered as she orgasmed. Her husband hadn't touched her for nearly a year and she knew her stepson was fantasising about her. She'd found the evidence in her lingerie drawer. She was so sexually frustrated that she needed this release.
When William had finished; Bethany squeezed the last little globules of his issue from the eye of his cock and collected it with her fingernail. She wiped it on her stocking.
Bethany zipped her son's fly and pointed to the door.
William left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Bethany collapsed on the bed and sobbed; wracked with shame and guilt.
Valerie woke up and found that she had had a nocturnal emission; the front of her knickers were soaked. She had had that dream again.
Sally was sound asleep beside her and Emily lay on the other side of Sally. They had slept three-in-a-bed for the last three nights and Valerie was surprised that she'd had the wet dream. She'd had so much sex lately she didn't think she had it in her.
But that dream. That dream that wasn't really a dream; it was a memory, and it never went away. Not since her mother had died.
Valerie lay there and remembered the second part of the dream. Where William's mother came to his bed that night dressed exactly like she had that afternoon. He was naked and his erection was tenting the sheet as he thought about what had happened in his mother's bedroom.
Without a word Bethany had slid under the sheet and pressed her body against his. She had kissed him and her stockinged thigh had brushed against his penis and he had spontaneously ejaculated. He had tried to apologise but she wouldn't hear it. She said it was ok. She kept her lips pressed to his and put her tongue in his mouth at exactly the same moment that she had put his erect penis into her warm moist sheath.
She lay on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her tongue examining his mouth, her sleek stocking-clad thighs pressed against his as she slowly gyrated her pubis eliciting another orgasm from her son, this time at the same time as her own. He ejaculated deep inside his mother and felt her vagina palpitate and contract and milk him of his seed as she shuddered against him in the throes of her own climax.
She lay on top of him; her head on his chest listening to him breathe, kissing his warm flesh. He felt her hot breath on him and god if he didn't become tumescent again.
He probed between her thighs but she shook her head and whispered "enough" and tried to roll away.
He pushed her down on the bed and forced her legs open. He pushed her panty-crotch aside and impaled her on his turgid weapon. He fucked her hard and fast and she wrapped her nylon-sheathed legs around him and rutted with him, milking him of his seed a final time.
She left his bed without saying a word.
