Ashley's big brown eyes were staring up at him and Emma thought the little slut looked pretty good with something in her mouth.

On that note, she quickly, shut the I-pad off and wondered what was wrong with her? She should have done that the second she saw the first pic, not look for more. She was sure there were a whole series of them on there.

She leaned all the way over the couch and carefully placed the I-pad on the coffee table. Now that she'd gotten over her moment of parental indiscretion she felt a mixture of anger and sadness that he was looking at those pictures. He needed to get over the little bitch.

He'd meet someone here once he got a job and started spending time in the city. Eric was good would go back to his sweet happy go Lucky persona once he found someone to make him happy. He'd filled out pretty nicely too, she noted as she straightened up and looked down at him.

His chest was broad and his stomach hard and flat. He had his arms up behind his head and even relaxed, his biceps were visible and impressive. Emma's eyes trailed from his peaceful face down his chest and his stomach, and froze when she noticed there was another large muscle showing itself in the form of an impressive bulge in his shorts.

Impressive? She shook her head, but continued to stare. Beneath her,

Eric moaned softly in his sleep and his hips moved. When she realized her son was obviously having a dirty dream, she...remained where she was and watched his hips rock.

The warm feeling was coming over her again, but this time centered in her chest. She swore the pendent was heating up. Emma put her hand over it. It was cool to the touch, but her body wasn't. She was heating up again in more ways than one.

She wondered if he were dreaming of Ashley. His sexy little girlfriend, sucking and fucking him and letting him take pictures.

Emma snapped herself out of those thoughts by wondering if the Little twat was letting Mark take pictures then too.

Emma took one more look at Eric, that hard young body and right now hard where it counted. He was wasting himself not having fun. Then again so was she, because there was no reason she shouldn't be getting some hard young cock.

With that thought, she spun around on her heel so fast she almost lost her balance. Young? Emma had never thought about younger guys.

She had no desire to play cougar to some kid Eric's age. Then again if they looked Like Eric...

She strode across the room and walked up the stairs, trying to distance herself from her son whom she was just staring at in an unmotherly way. That brought back that screwed up dream of watching some son and his mother, then the brief flash of it being her and Eric.

Taboo. The word sounded in her mind. Not just the act, the movie.

Eric had mentioned it and Robin had been saying weird things about mom's and son's that sounded a little too close. That's where it had come from.

Not that she still should have any type of dreams or thoughts involving Eric, but at least it gave her the feeling it had not come from nowhere. She hadn't caught a buzz in a long time nor had she been this tired. Tomorrow she'd be back to normal.

Emma passed the room that would be Eric's noting that the small cot.

Robin and Cliff had been fucking on was folded up and shoved into the corner.

Cliff was supposed to take it out tomorrow. Good thing they'd folded it up, or Eric would have wanted to sleep on it and spend the night sniffing the sheets.

Emma caught herself thinking about Robin's glorious red haired glistening pussy and how it had looked with that big cock pounding it. Her own pussy yearned for that, tonight more than ever it seemed.

Emma went by the closed door that was going to be the guest room, not they'd ever have company, but she planned on eventually getting a bed for it, on the off chance they did. That room had been the master bedroom, but after what happened in it, Emma had opted for the smaller second bedroom to be hers.

She stopped in front of the door, her eyes wide as she heard Robin's voice in her head.

"Ben was shot in the chest."

Ben and Mary; the mother and son killed in the room she'd just passed. That's why the names in the dream sounded familiar.