She was wearing a man's dress shirt as a nightgown and sitting propped up on the pillows. She appeared to be older than Emma, maybe fifty. Her short blonde hair was stylishly cut and her high cheek bones and full lips gave her a classic beauty.

Her head was turned towards Emma and her light blue eyes seemed to be focused on her.

“There you are, there's my boy."

Emma flinched when a tall young man passed by her. There was a towel around his waist and his skin was glistening as if he'd just come out of the shower. His hair and eyes were an exact match of the older woman's and even his features were similar, the high cheek bones and clean shaven face, gave him a soft borderline pretty look about him.

“Mom, what are you doing in here, dad's home!"

She smiled and began unbuttoning the nightshirt.

“He's passed out drunk again. He won't wake up." She finished the buttons and opened her shirt, exposing her breasts to her son.

“Now come here and make your mother happy."

The boy walked to the edge of the bed as the woman sat up and slipped the shirt off. Now completely naked she slid down on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was completely smooth and she smiled as her son gazed hungrily at her.

"See? Nice and smooth for you, just like you like it." She slid her fingers though her wet lips and moaned.

“Come on, Paul, give your mother a kiss."

Paul hesitated, "Did you at least lock the door?"

"Yes," she sighed, "Now lose that towel, and show me how hard you are for your mother.”

With a grin, Paul dropped the towel, showing off his erect cock. He crawled up onto the bed, with his mother beckoning him with one hand while spreading her lips with the other.

“Hmm, that cock is going to feel so good when you slide it in after you make me come in my baby's face."

Paul all but dove between her legs and she cried out when he buried his face in her pussy. Emma watched him suck her clit with Lip smacking gusto and the woman wrapped her Legs around him, Locking her ankles over his back, pinning his face to her pussy.

Her heart was racing and once more her body was responding to the scene before her. The woman had her eyes closed, moaning softly as her son went down on her. Her eyes then opened and turning her head towards Emma she smiled.

"See this, Emma?" she reached down and placed her hand in her son's hair as he continued to suck her pussy.

“Know how it started? By me watching my son have sex. Just like you did."

"No." she shook her head.

“And look at me now. Getting my twat Licked by my young beautiful son. Getting his hard cock anytime I want it. He's so good to me,

Emma!"

"I'm dreaming."

“You are," she agreed, "Dreaming of what could be. This could be you.

You want it to be you, you know you do."