"Not like that!"

“Just Like that. He's been thinking of you, Emma. And you've thought of him."

“You're lying. Its this fucking house and this damn thing I can't get off my neck!"

“Were you in this house when you watched our son fuck his girlfriend?"

Steven's smile turned into an uncharacteristic smirk.

"When you watched her sucking him and loving the way he took her?"

"No." She whispered.

"The only thing affecting you was lust and not just because you hadn't had any sex of your own, but because seeing your son as a man taking his woman awakened something within you."

"Not true, that's not true." Even in her dreamlike state, Emma's denials wee losing strength.

"You were thinking it was a shame that big dick and hard fucking were being wasted on a little girl like that. And then she broke his heart and he still stares at pictures of her?"

Emma no longer tried to reply, but instead listened to the twisted words delivered in her husband's voice.

“He misses her and part of you is angry that he does. That whore hurt your son and he still wants her. Why? Because he doesn't know better and he hasn't been shown better. But you could show him, couldn't you Emma?"

"You could show your son how a real woman treats her man. Give him a fucking he's only seen in movies and in the end? Hold him and love him like no other girl could. Show him the love of a mother mixed with the insatiable lust of a woman in her prime."

"You can be his mother, his lover, his everything!"

"I want to wake up!" She shouted.

“Wake up!"

“And for Eric? He sees your lonely, and lately has seen your lust.

He's been trying to take care of you in all the ways I did. He's done a good job, but there's one thing you need that he's told he can't give you."

"But he's changing his mind, Emma. He's seeing you as what you are.

A hot milf, and he's envisioning being the man who could make you happy. He has what you need Emma, the lust to satisfy yours, but the love to make it pure and not just incestuous fucking."

"There is nothing pure about incest!"

"There is when there's love." Steven gave her a sad smile.

"But you won't know until you try Emma. Stop fighting it and give in to the desires you refuse to admit you have."

"I don't..."

"I have to go Emma, but I'll leave you with one last thing." He leaned over and whispered.

“What if I told you, you're not the only one who's had a not so pure encounter in your house?"

“What do you mean?"

"You watched Eric, but did you know your son's jerked off to you?"

“He's never done that."

"And before here, Emma, back at home and in your bed." He winked.