"Jesus!" Emma yelped in surprise at his speaking right over her shoulder .

That set off a chain reaction of shocked exclamations and reactions.

Cliff rapidly withdrew from Robin and turned his back to the door.

Emma could see him in the mirror and as embarrassed as she was, her eyes still fixed on his long glistening cock.

Just before he tucked it into his pants she saw the thin trail of white fluid dangling from the tip and even with her son behind her, felt her pussy gush.

Robin's reaction would have been hilarious if the situation weren't so embarrassing. With a startled cry, she rolled over on the bed, balanced briefly on the edge of it then tumbled head over heels off it, her feet pointing at the ceiling as she hit the floor with a loud thud.

She landed on the side of the bed not facing them and as Cliff stood there with his back to them, Robin slowly stood up, her dress pulled up over her breasts. Her face was now as red as that dress and breathing hard, she stared at Emma, her lips moving, but nothing coming out at first.

"I'm sorry!" Emma broke the awkward silence.

"I yelled when I came in, but no one answered. I just walked into the room, and...I'm so sorry!"

"I'm not." Eric whispered behind her.

"Wow."

He started to say something else, but it turned into a loud expulsion of breath when Emma drove her elbow into his stomach.

“No, don't be." Robin had regained her composure, but was still red faced. Emma wondered if it were from shame or she was still flushed from that fucking.

“I'm the one who should be sorry. This was very disrespectful. We were fixing the room up and um, well..."

"You don't have to explain." Emma put her hands up and now that Cliff had turned around and she caught a good look at him, no explanation was necessary. Damn.

Cliff was a few years younger than Emma, meaning at least twenty years Robin's junior. He had big wide baby blue eyes and his features were delicate, with high cheek bones and soft jaw line.

Despite the five o'clock shadow he was sporting, Cliff still had the appearance of a pretty boy type.

But his body was rugged enough to compensate. His t-shirt hugged a pair of impressive biceps and his chest as broad as his shoulders.

Yet his waist was narrow, giving him the triangular build of a weight lifter. Emma's eyes darted down to the still large bulge between his legs and in an instant she knew she'd be masturbating tonight and to what.

"Really sorry, ma'am." His voice was as soft as his features and he bowed his head as he spoke.

"My fault. Robin was teasing a little and I...well..."

"Less is more, Cliff," Robin scolded him.

"I'm sure Miss Daniels knows what happens between couples sometimes."

"You could tell me." Eric laughed and stepped back before Emma could land another elbow.

“Robin, this is my son, Eric. Don't mind him, he thinks he's funny because someone has to"