She only had a side view of him, but could see the muscles in his arms and chest as he fucked. His ass flexed as he pumped his hips, delivering long hard strokes. Emma so needed those long hard strokes.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpered as she rubbed her clit harder.

That little fucking whore, getting sex like that. Having a nice young hard cock to suck and fill her mouth then be hard again in minutes to plunder her little twat. She didn't deserve a fucking like that, but Emma did.

She tried to lose herself in work and worrying about Eric, tried to pretend her life was getting better as time went on. But she was lying to herself and denying herself what she really needed. Emma needed to get fucked.

She didn't want to be made love to, she wanted to be a whore. She wanted to be some Lucky young stud's dirty fucking cougar. She wanted to suck cock and talk dirty. She wanted her tits and pussy licked and sucked and have her cunt stuffed with hard cock.

Emma planted her feet flat on the tub and pushed, lifting her ass beneath the water and driving her fingers so hard it was bordering on painful. Eric and Ashely, became Robin and Cliff, then briefly became her and Steven, a memory of when life was good and he couldn't get enough of her.

She rubbed her clit as hard as she could and whimpered as the orgasm she'd anticipated all day began to flow through her. Her toes curled and her pussy tightened around her fingers as the warm water tickled her aching nipples and her lust addled mind filled with images of fucking.

She went back to Eric and him whipping his cock out of Ashley. She'd stretched out, her legs sliding along his hips as she lay on the bed.

Eric had stroked his cock and exploded, all over her. Ashely cooed delightedly as he leaned forward and sprayed his cum all over the smooth skin of her back.

Something happened and the image replayed, except this time it was Emma on the bed. It was her taking that pounding and when Eric withdrew she had rolled over onto her back imploring him to come all over his mother's tits.

As the imaginary Eric stroked his cock and the first warm jet of sticky white fluid struck her nipple, Emma threw her head back and released a long Loud wail. Her hips thrust wildly beneath the water and she cried out repeatedly as the most powerful orgasm she could remember crashed through her.

Her pussy convulsed around her fingers and her clit sent electric currents of pleasure through her. The image of Eric coming on her tits was vivid in her mind and even as she continued to writhe in pleasure she moaned, "Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. This is what you wanted that night and ever since. This is why you don't let yourself remember. You should remember, there's nothing wrong with a mother wanting to be her son's lover and every good boy wants to take care of his mom in every way."

The voice was not harsh or spiteful, but purred the words encouragingly and as Emma lay there, gasping for breath, her body trembling from the strength of her climax, it added.

“Good girl, this is the first step to knowing what you want."

Emma was too relaxed to form a response. Instead, she closed her eyes, smiled, and slipped into the oblivion of sleep.

-Chapter Four

Emma opened her eyes and wondered how long she'd lain asleep in the tub. The water was now cool and she could see the full moon above her through the skylight. Her legs were still draped over the tub, spread wide and she counted herself lucky her head hadn't slid under the water while she slept.

Slipping her legs down, she sat up and flipped the lever to allow the tub to start draining. She stood up and quickly put her hand against the wall to keep her balance. The bathroom spun and a dull throbbing was beginning in her head.

Emma carefully stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. As she patted herself dry she stared into the bathroom mirror. The pendent seemed duller than it had before, was the thing some kind of damn mood stone?

She put her hand around it and it no longer felt warm as it had previously. She thought about taking it off, but then let it ago. It was beautiful and she liked how it looked on her fair skin. Emma was going to wrap the towel around herself to go into her room, but why do that?

She was alone in her bedroom, why not be naked and enjoy the cool breeze coming in through the window on her skin? She'd pinned her hair up to soak in the tub and on a whim, let it down. Normally she slept with it up so it wouldn't be a mess in the morning, but it felt so good on her shoulders when it was down and made her feel sexy.

Emma wanted to feel sexy, she wanted to be sexy. She was sexy! Now all she needed was someone to appreciate that. Emma strolled naked from the bathroom, even putting a little swing into her hips as if she were being watched and showing off.

Despite the faint head ache she was still in that sensual mood the wine had put her in and was enjoying it. She froze when she entered the room and her heart skipped a beat.

There was woman in her bed.