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Haunted Dreamer

Haunted Dreamer

Super-Earth
Joined
Oct 3, 2013
Being the son of Liv Tyler was something that would be stressful to any young man, not to mention the publicity from being the grandson of Steven Tyler. It was the kind of life that most anyone would have claimed to have wanted, but very few could have accepted and lived comfortably. Constantly in the public eye, constantly under scrutiny, and constantly targeted by other children for a variety of reasons...yet for Andrew it was not something he would have given up. He did not scoff at it, did not bemoan his fate, did not think himself burdened...but he knew himself to be troubled.

Andrew Tyler, Fifteen and growing strong. Dark hair and austere features so akin to his mother, and yet he had taken after his Father in form. Instead of the thin and frail builds which looked frightening on his grandfather and gorgeous on his mother, her son had become a tall man...six feet in height, broad shouldered, almost heavy set. If it had not been for personal trainers he would have been overweight with the way he ate, but instead he was masculine and thick, in shape and almost dangerous.

Yet the true danger lay in that child's eyes. Eyes which resonated an unsettling intensity and intelligence. Early on he had been labeled as gifted, and even early on his disturbed mental state had been noticed by child therapists and school counselors. Yet....none would come forward and say something, none would risk their jobs to help the young man through these times, none wanted to say Liv Tyler's son was...unhinged. Instead they were silent as the young man struggled and wrestled with his divided self. Struggled to understand who he was and the desires tearing through him. Struggled...and conquered as best as any deviant and demented young man could...the hunger burning inside of him.

It always haunted him, the sounds in his mind of a woman moaning. The thought of flesh beneath his strong hands. The feeling of a woman whimpering. It always...tore him apart inside...and now, even as he stood outside playing with a mechanized drone he'd received for his birthday, flying it slowly around the outside of the house and peering through windows with it's electronic camera. Even now...he thought about fucking.
 
Liv wondered out of the bathroom and stood in the doorway of her bedroom looking over at her bed. Her shoulder rested against the frame of the opening and her arms were folded over her glorious, motherly breasts. Standing in the nude, she began to walk over to her lover who was laying in it and smiling at her.

"I feel weird doing this, it is a big risk. I know my husband and son aren't home but they could be any moment. Well my son anyway, my husband is all the way in Tokyo" she smiled, leaning in to kiss the man as she crept on all fours on the mattress. Her long smooth brown hair fell over her back and shoulders before she rested on her side and began to let him roll on top of her. Liv had no idea her son was home, she thought he was out, it was the weekend after all and there was no sign of him earlier when she looked.

Little did she know that outside her bedroom window was a mechanical device with a camera attached to it. It's lens would have captured the man laying between the woman's legs and humping her groin area. Liv's head was buried in to his shoulder and she had a hand running down his back keeping him close to her.

The mother had been caught cheating now and she didn't know it.
 
Andrew had already been looking in on her, obviously the young man had a measure of the peeping tom within him. He was definitely spying on his Mother, admiring that amazing frame, the beautiful features of a woman who had graced the screen for millions to see. Part of him got a slight kick out of that fact, that here he was with his own private little movie of his Mother...and he had clicked record. She was nude, flawless, amazing...and then she turned and spoke to someone?

Then she turned and ...touched...someone. Not his Father (not him!) but instead some stranger. It caused him to jerk the controls slightly hard, the motion noticeable in the window as the drone took off and almost slammed down into the ground, skimming for a few brief moments as he got it under control. He had no idea of his Mother would notice, and he waited patiently for a few brief moments to see...when nothing happened he brought it down and under his control, moving to place it up, his eyes saddened....she was upstairs with another man. Part of his feelings were possessiveness and part a measure of betrayal.

It should be me.

The thought was a foreign one in his mind, almost different enough for him to pause and try to figure it out...but instead he just, waited. He waited downstairs, letting them have their time, letting them do everything they felt they needed to do. He waited until he could see them and look them in the eyes. He wanted his Mother to know....he knew....and he waited with a small USB drive in his pocket.
 
Over the next hour, Liv remained upstairs in her room, playing with her new lover and having fun. She still had no idea her son was home and downstairs waiting for her. The poor teen would have witnessed and listened to giggling and moaning echoing through the corridors of the mansion.

Once the fun was over, her and her lover had a shower together, cleaning themselves up after a lustful afternoon. A bit more foreplay occurred there but nothing happened further meaning her son wouldn't have to wait much longer for their arrival. Liv was dressed by now, she was wearing navy blue denim jeans and a black sweater up top. Her hair was in the process of being tied in to a ponytail as she walked in to the living room only to see her son sitting there. Her mouth dropped and her face was turned pale.

Gulping, she finished with her hair and looked to the man who was a stranger to her son. "Go..I'll call you" she said, waving him off as he let himself out. Her stomach was a bundle of nerves as she stared at Andrew.

"How long have you been home?"
 
A bundle of nerves indeed. Nothing was quite right anymore, not for her son. His world had been turned upside down and for many it would have been cause to be a troubled child. For him, already troubled, it might be a cause to be a bit more...upset than the average person. It was there in his face as he turned, not even answering her, watching the man leave. Watching the stranger who had touched his Mother, brought her pleasure, brought her happiness...watching him leave out the front door with a killer's eyes. In another person it would have been something feigned, but in this young man...perhaps he might very well decide to take action.

It was horrible to watch, more so because of the love between the two. Of every human being the world had provided him the only one he could ever trust, would ever trust, ever wanted to have in his world....was his Mother. She was his everything, the only one he felt possibly understood and accepted him for who he was, and now....now she had betrayed him. Slowly his hands unlocked, tears nearly overwhelming his face, but he brought it together, control evident....he was used to controlling his emotions.

His voice whispered softly, barely heard in that now empty room. Just the two of them. One hand reached into his pocket, pulling out the USB drive, holding it open palmed as his eyes met hers.

"Long enough."
 
Crossing her arms, she looked at his hand which came in to the open with a USB in it. If she was looking pale before she was certainly looking ill now. Her hands went to her mouth, she trembled and had tears coming out of her eyes. Wiping them, not a single noise left her as she stood staring at him.

Those words he spoke was damning to her, she rolled her eyes, disappointed with herself for being to risky and stupid. "You can't tell your father, it would kill him. I'm the love of his life" Liv said, walking closer, her ponytail swinging from side to side as she sat down on the opposite couch to his.

"Your my baby boy, my precious boy. You wouldn't do this to me would you?" It was plainly obvious she was trying to butter him up, sweeten him enough to not say anything.

"You won't right? Not tell him? Andrew? Talk to me, your scaring me"
 
His eyes looked into hers and then they broke away, they broke away and looked down, looked over her for a long moment. They traced her form underneath the robe, possessive, terrible in how he seemed to claim every inch of her in the sweep of that gaze. His lips pressed together slowly, tightening as he did so, and he could not help it....he loved her, he loved her and more than that....he wanted her. He felt the stirrings inside of his stomach, the telltale signs of arousal, his skin blushing the tiniest of bits. He had her fair skin, it showed easily, it showed that red perfectly as blood heated.

His eyes finally came back up to hers, the silence having lasted for so long and he whispered..."I won't tell." It was there, solid and certain, choosing to side with his beautiful Mother. Yet there was something else, even if the words didn't convey it, there it was...the hint of a but at the end of the statement. His shoulders tightened as he closed his hand on the drive, pulling it back so that she wouldn't try to take it from him as he continued his thoughts.

"Show me...Mom. Show me what he got to have. Show me what he touched. I want to see it all."
 
Liv closed her eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat as he said he wouldn't tell. "Thank you" she smiled, "thank you" her hands went together in a prayer motion. "You have made Mommy and Dad very happy." Liv always spoke down to him, like he was more an infant than a full teen. Maybe it was the way his personality was that made her that way, she just felt she had to be gentle with him.

Looking at him, she couldn't help but feel nervous once more, "Andrew?" The mother pulled a loose strand of her brown hair behind her ear as it fell out of her ponytail. She could sense a 'but' moment coming.

"Show you what?" She immediately spoke before he continued.

Her mind processed his request as seeing her naked body, it made her fold her arms tight against her chest and cross her legs. "No" was her sharp short reply.
 
That was the true mistake, the one which was going to push this into something that the woman would never have wanted. The mistake of treating him like a child. He was nearly an adult, true, but his mind was much more complicated than most...his mind was something paradoxical, complex, multifaceted...and if there was one thing that he could not stand. One thing that he could never stand, it was being pandered to. It was being...trivialized.

He was a fucking genius.

Pride, ego, hubris...these were all flaws, flaws that had a deep core in that young man but had never been expressed. Never been expressed due to upbringing, due to the expectations of his peers, and as she spoke...as she grasped his thoughts, as she understood them deeply...he smirked at her. It was a minor motion, a minor facial expression, but it spoke volumes. It trivialized her. That smirk said....he was better than her.

"Mom...just consider it a game of show and tell," he said, referencing that childhood game as a way of mocking her talking to him like a boy. "You show me...and I'll never tell."
 
Liv loved her son enormously, she sometimes felt that she loved him more than her husband did. He wouldn't put the time in like she would to be with him. Now he was testing that love as he blackmailed her.

"Your going to blackmail the woman who brought you in to this world?" Leaning forward, the mother pointed a finger at him and clenched her teeth tightly out of anger.

That anger soon evaporated and the worry came over her as she knew he was being serious. Liv didn't want him to know she was now nervous and stood up, trying to act confident the mother took off her top, showing off her flat stomach and medium sized breasts in her bra.

"This is what you want, to humiliate me?"
 
Watching her was frighteningly erotic. The shameful look on her features, the way she seemed so upset with him and how it completely contradicted the love she felt....even more so, how both emotions seemed to spur the other. It made his heart wrench the tiniest of bits, but it was not his heart which was ruling this moment. No, this moment was ruled by something much darker...that hidden psyche, that terrible Id deep within her young man. It was studying her, admiring her, tracing her with his eyes as he whispered.

"Yes."

It was a simple answer, a true answer, he wanted her to understand this was punishment of sorts for the betrayal. Not of his Father, no, but of him. That she would have done this for another man and yet felt so ashamed? So fucking ashamed to do it for him? A flash of anger flickered into life, searing into his features, turning them stark and cruel as his lips pressed together.

"Go on Mom, show me what HE saw. Show me what HE had. I am not...fucking....around."
 
Her face was shocked at him, he truly was something only a mother could love. Lifting a hand up slowly, she took her fingers in to her bra strap and pulled it down her arm before doing so with the opposite. As both straps hung down she then unhooked it before stopping. She paused, lingered for a second or two then took her bra away from her chest. Those 36c breasts hung out in the open, her areolas were pretty big and her nipples were long.

Every passing minute that Liv had her breasts out she got a little more confident although her nerves didn't drown out. Her hands and long fingers then went to her waist and she unbuttoned her jeans, pulling down the zipper and sliding the pants down her long smooth legs. Kicking them off with her feet, the mother was now only in a black pair of panties. Clawing her fingers in to the underwear she pulled them down like her pants and revealed her pussy which was hairless and kept smooth.
 
His eyes widened as he watched her, heart pounding in his chest as he looked his beautiful Mother over. There was something stunning in how she stood there, so vulnerable and yet so self-possessed. She was an actress, something he would have to remember he thought. She could manipulate, lie, and he had to keep her off kilter to prevent her from getting her bearings. Had to keep her completely unbalanced in their dealings if he was ever going to have anything with her. The thought was foreign, the thought was insanity, the idea was frightening to even him....have anything with her? She was his Mother, not to mention a superstar. It tightened around his chest, painful, hurtful, swelling his heart and nearly tearing him up.

He would have none of that. He would crush such emotions inside of himself. He had to do so...he could not allow this to remain...could not accept that this was the way of things. No, he was going to go the distance even if it damned whatever soul he had inside of himself.

His eyes, so perfect, so similar to hers looked up at her as he slowly leaned over...he leaned over, leaned in, and his tongue came free to touch one of her exposed nipples. He watched her face, studying her, like she was some kind of experiment he might be running in social behavior. The face said it all. Don't move. He was not sure he could hurt his Mother, no...he was sure he could not, but...she did not know that. Instead he merely ran his tongue on her skin, tasting her perfect breast.

She tasted like heaven.
 
In the middle of the living room stood a grown woman, naked in the flesh with her arms by her side. Liv was ok with the nudity, she had done it on screen for millions so this wasn't the biggest deal for her. What scared her the most was the intentions of her son, she had to act brave, use all of the acting skills which she had gathered over the years to be fearless.

There was a stare off, her eyes, a deep blue gazed in to his, it was as though they were both waiting for one another to make the first move.

Liv gulped when she saw her son move. Taking a few steps back with her bare feet, she looked on as her child move towards her and lean in with his tongue. His wet muscle glazed her breast, covering it in his saliva and making it have a shine.

Turning her head away, Liv look disgusted and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
 
Stop? No that was not on the agenda this evening. She had yet to speak, to say anything, it was all in her body language that she was repulsed...and yet what was this half hearted attempt to stop him? What was this moment of weakness in front of him to ward him off? It was almost laughable, the way he moved, how powerful he was...her own son easily seemed more dangerous than any rabid fan, stunt man, or million dollar actor. He straightened against her as she touched his shoulder, his body moving slightly as one hand took hold of her taut rear and jerked her close to him...his eyes never breaking their gaze as he lowered his head back towards her.

This time though was something else. intimacy. His tongue touched her throat, moving across it, tracing upwards just slightly...before lowing to kiss her shoulder. He took his time in doing so, a claiming if you wanted to look at it like that. Claiming, owning, possessing. His fingers tightened, almost cruel on her little backside, before suddenly it came into his mind what he truly should do. Like a bolt from the blue it struck him...she should be punished. That was the measure of what she deserved, the reality that faced them both, and his fingers slowly unclenched on her bottom.

He traced. He traced, slid his nails, moved with a measured pace against her. He took his time, holding her there, frightened before suddenly he slapped her backside...a hard sharp swat. He had never spanked a woman, never spanked anything in all honesty, never been close to a friend to even playfully trade blows....but he seemed quite ready to become a natural at it. It left that bottom stinging, a redness on the pale flesh, and he whispered quietly.

"Bend over."
 
Liv grunted as he touched her rear, grabbing it and bringing her in for a closer embrace between them. She didn't like standing so close to him, her breasts were against his chest being squashed and pressed.

Then an act of displeasure happened, she felt his wet tongue roll against the soft flesh of her neck. His supposed affection for her did nothing but make her sick as he kissed her shoulder and took his time doing so. This was a nightmare for her, she was fast becoming aware of how her child was, maybe he was someone only a mother could love at this point yet that was being put to the test.

As he spanked her, the sound of the flesh being hit echoed in the room before she moaned and yelped in pain. "Agh!" Her mouth opened up and her ass rippled with the after effects before finally calming.

To say she was scared as an understatement. When he told her to bend over, she gulped and shook her head, she didn't want to but felt she had no choice.
 
His mother's ass was perfection, there was nothing more to be said about it. Tiny, tight, curved, and yet still with enough to grab to it and respond. The kind of butt a man dream's of touching and there was her son taking his time in doing so. She didn't move, had he expected her to do so? But she also didn't fight other than the sound she made and the denial of her head. Oh how incredibly lovely to be with someone who seemed like such a...

...Victim

That is what his Mother seemed to be at the moment, a beautiful victim, destined to be used. How had other men not noticed it before? How had other men never broken his Mother in? Perhaps because of who she was, perhaps because they had just never tried doing so. His lips pressed together and he slowly moved behind her, his hand coming to grip her shoulder and forcing her to bend just slightly as he whispered.

"Fine...fucking stay still..."

And with that he spanked her, spanked her properly, hard slaps to each of her ass cheeks...the blows punishing for no other reason than to redden her cheeks.
 
Liv was physically trembling now as she stood there, hands by her side and her thick brown ponytail resting over the front left shoulder. Turning her head slowly, she saw him walk around her until he was no longer in view. Gasping in fear as he grabbed her shoulder she bent down a little, making her fine ass stick out towards him.

The mother couldn't understand how the power had switched to effectively towards him. His blackmail of her affair was the catalyst in all of this. She could stop it, reassert herself as the 'alpha male' in the home by calling his bluff, although it could have disastrous consequences for her and her career.

His words scared her more, being told to stay still, she would hate to think what would happen if she moved.

Suddenly, hard slaps fell down on to her cheeks, her flesh rippling over and over with a stinging sensation coming over her. Opening her mouth, she cried in pain. Yelps filled the air as her eyes watered and streamed down her cheeks.
 
He sighed, taking in a slow moment to admire the way she looked and then her own son leaned down and slowly planted a kiss on one reddened cheek. Like he was consoling her, like he cared that he had caused her pain. His eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly hugging her, his head resting above her bare rear and he inhaled the scent of her...the scent of her sex. For a moment he wondered if she was wet, surely his Mother was not getting aroused from this...?

But what a question wasn't it. What a question...one hand was on her thigh, so close, and he felt her trembling against him. He took his time, letting his fingers trace, shivering as he did so...his own body aching and on fire as he moved those fingers up her inner thigh and cupped her from behind...the very tips of his digits brushing across her slit...wondering....wondering...

Was his Mother ready for more?
 
Liv started to think he wasn't right in the head, he had serious mental issues maybe and she should of listened to people who had tried to tell her that. When he kissed her stinging red cheek, she lifted a hand up to wipe her tears from her face and looked over her shoulder to see him hugging her waist and resting his head above her behind.

To say she was scared was an understatement but his next move was another step she had to over come. Her skin felt his hand travel up her thigh, towards her inner thigh before finally caressing the folds of her pussy.

"Wait" she said, standing up and turning around to face him. "This is what you need isn't it....a mother's love....that is all you want isn't it sweetheart? I haven't give it to you have I?" She hoped he would at least listen.

"Tell me what it is you really want? You don't want to hurt your mother do you?" She dreaded his reply.
 
Mental issues was definitely part of it all, but more than that might be a spiritual issue...something was deviant in her child, skewed, and it was something that he did not seem to have too terrible a problem inflicting upon her. As his fingers found that cleft, slid along her beautiful flesh, he shuddered and then she spoke...moved and he merely stared at her for a long moment. How could he respond to that, how could he accept mere...love....and then she offered, was that it, was this an offer....

Perhaps it was, perhaps this would lead to what he truly craved. Perhaps....it remained to be seen but she had directly asked him, cajoled him, attempted to convince him not to harm her...had let herself be touched and he slowly straightened as well to finally whisper...

"I want you." He did not reply to that final question, no, he merely let her know...it was her, her that he wanted, above all other things.
 
It was fear, fear that drove her to do something against her will yet willingly. Liv did not know what he was capable of but she had to try and battle back for some control. She had to lead him, if he lead her she wasn't sure what he would have done.

"You can have me, I've insulted you and betrayed you I'm so sorry. We all make mistakes. I'll make it up to you OK?" A hand lifted up and it rested on his shoulder, the mother did not care she was naked at the moment. It was just flesh and she would soon be clothed and hopefully this mess sorted out.

"Your my beautiful boy aren't you?"
 
He shivered under the touch, under the way she spoke to him, and he looked into her eyes as she rested her hand on his shoulder, the beauty of her evident. It did touch him, it did...it rested into his core and for a moment he seemed to relent. Kindness finding it's way into his eyes, softness, the way he looked at her and adored her...he shivered again and looked down, and there he was, staring at the perfect chest....God...so perfect.

His mother was a Goddess...

His voice was low, demanding, almost petulant but...with that hint of hunger she had seen as he whispered softly. "How will you make it up to me?"
 
How would she make it up to him? Liv had to think quickly, she couldn't let the silence go on for to long or she will appear like she was lying. Suddenly an idea which had long been in her mind for the last few months allowed her to speak almost straight after his question.

"I will divorce your father, then it will just be us won't it? Just you and me?" A chill ran up her spine making her feel cold and erecting her nipples to stand tall on her mounds of flesh.

"Wouldn't you like that? Get rid of him for you?" Liv hoped this would work. Her hand now cupped his cheek lovingly.
 
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