The fall had only stopped him long enough to slip back inside her and he continued to fuck her until he whipped his cock out and sprayed his hot load all over his favorite place, her tits and nipples.
As Emma remained on her knees, the memory of how good his hot sticky cum felt on her sensitive nipples, fading, something dawned on her.
That had been how Robin looked yesterday, on her back her dress around her waist, tits out, legs up, just getting fucked.
"Sold!" She giggled and put the dress on the bed.
She plucked a black lace bra from the suitcase, then stopped and stared at it. Didn't she have a green thong? Tossing a few things out of the suitcase she laughed when she found it. A perfect match to the dress, did she still have the bra that went with it?
Actually did she even need a bra? Of course she did. The dress wasn't just kind of low cut, but on the snug side. It would be obvious she wasn't wearing one. She had movers coming over, plus Eric.
"Wouldn't it be fun to have men staring at you? Lusting after you?
You know you like to tease, Emma. That's why Steven loved the dress, he liked men looking at you."
He had, but Eric...
"Eric likes to look too." There was a snicker from somewhere in her mind, that she had the unnerving feeling wasn't coming from her.
“Why do you think he likes green, mommy?"
Emma shook her head, trying to clear it, but the thoughts kept flowing.
"Why do you think he bought slutty Ashley that green thong and always asked her to wear it?"
"Stop it," she whispered trying to convince herself she was speaking to her own frazzled mind.
"Think you're the only one in the family that did something they shouldn't have?"
What are you talking about? As soon as the thought entered her mind,
Emma cursed at herself for being stupid. Who the hell was she asking?
These were just her thoughts. Maybe the wine and the weird mom son dreams were having a Lingering effect on her.
“Maybe there's a reason your baby boy loves green on his mommy.
Maybe that reason is why he wants Ashley to wear it."
“Shut up," she whispered, putting her fingers to her temples.
“Ever notice how much Ashley looks like you?"
Emma remained on her knees on the floor, the bra in her hand and her head pounding. The pendent was warm between her breasts and she swore it was pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Take the damn thing off.
She put her hand on it and went to slide it over her head. Emma frowned when it wouldn't go past her chin. It seemed to have plenty of play in the chain to easily go over her head. She tried again, then rolling her eyes, she spun it around so it was lying between her shoulder blades.
She found the clasp with her fingers and fumbled with it. She could feel the small lever, but when she pushed back on it, it wouldn't budge. The damn thing was stuck. An irrational fear went through her that it didn't want to come off.