They moaned and Emma felt him tugging her shorts down. They were tight and she wiggled her hips, helping him undress her. Her eyes shifted to the mirror and she watched her shorts sliding over her hips then down her thighs, exposing the lace black thong.

"Aren't you glad you wore this and not some boring panties?"

Emma nodded even as her tongue invaded her son's mouth. As the shorts dropped she could see the side view of her ass in the thong and couldn't wait for Eric to grab that next and pull it down, peeling it from her sticky cunt.

Her eyes dropped to the bureau beneath the mirror and landed on a picture of the three of them at Eric's high school graduation. Eric standing between them and smiling, proudly displaying his diploma.

Emma and Steven weren't facing the camera, but each other, both beaming with pride for their son and love for each other.

Steven.

She was about to fuck their son.

"No!" She thought she was shouting, but it came out a whisper. She forced herself to focus and with an act of will pulled her head back.

The pendent swung away from Eric and she swore she again heard something snap in her mind.

"No what?" Eric looked at her as he had before; a distant look in his eyes and his voice faraway.

"No, I'm not mad." Emma managed to get the words out as she quickly pulled her shorts up and snapped them, before sitting back on the bed as she had been.

"Not mad I was kind of looking?"

He had remembered saying it this time!

"I can't say I'm happy, but I guess with all the talk, the movie you watched and hearing him say it I could see how your mind might kind of play the ‘what's the fuss about' game."

"Maybe, but I felt like an asshole and took it out on him."

"You shouldn't have, but I'm glad you could confide in me."

She was impressed with how calm she sounded even though her heart felt like it could explode.

"You....haven't had any thoughts about me have you?"

"You?" Emma scrunched her face up.

“Don't flatter yourself kid.

You're not my type."

Eric laughed then blushed.

“Sorry, that was a horrible question."

"Considering the conversation not so much."

“Liar. Lying to yourself, lying to him."