“They're actors, its not like he was really her son."

"But the fantasy is real!" Emma ranted.

"People watch what they wish they could do!"

"Calm down, Mom." Eric put his hands up as if surrendering.

“It's just a DVD I found in a box and decided to put it in. It didn't have a case. I had no idea what it was."

“But you kept watching it and was about to blow a load to it, weren't you?"

“Mom, have you had any more of that wine?" He wasn't smiling.

"Because you're really getting carried away."

“When a mother sees her son with his cock in his hand and telling a guy in a movie to fuck his mother its worth getting mad about!"

“Mom, I..."

“Do you want to fuck me, Eric?" She blinked as soon as the words left her mouth and wondered where the hell that had come from.

Eric stood there stunned, his dark eyes wide and his mouth gaping.

"W...what did you say?"

"You were pretty into it there, baby boy," she continued as if she had no control over her words.

"You been thinking about it? Been thinking about fucking your lonely mother and being the man of the house?"

"Mom!" He raised his voice over hers.

"Knock it off, that's....Christ, you sound just like that movie."

"Then you should like it." She spread her arms out.

"Like what you see, Eric? Is that it? You been seeing me different lately? You want a piece of your mother's ass?"

"Mom, please stop."

"Maybe it's about getting back at me? Shoving your cock in your mother's mouth to shut her up and fucking that snotty bitch? Maybe if you fuck me I'll stop being such a cunt? Maybe..."

"Shut up!" Eric grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

"Stop talking like that!

“Why? You Liked that mother talking dirty!"

“She's not my mother and neither are you right now!" His anger seemed to fade and Emma was shocked to see his eyes filling up.