The slinky camisole top she wore clung to her breasts, flattering their shape and showing off her nipples. She remained silent, watching Eric's eyes to see if they would quickly dart away, but to her dismay his gaze lingered on her.

Had he really been thinking of her? She wouldn't be surprised with the movies and books she knew he was checking out, but had he previously as her dream Steven had said?

"Eric?"

"Huh?" He looked up.

“What were you looking at just now?"

"You." He shrugged.

“This a trick question or something?"

“Looking kind of low." She grunted.

"Kind of made me want to say my eyes are up here."

“What? You think I was looking at your..." Eric didn't finish the sentence.

"God, mom, what's up with you?"

"Sorry, it just seemed like you were staring."

“Sorry if I don't like just staring into your face." He rolled his eyes, then made a show of looking her in the eye and holding his chin up.

"Better?"

“Okay, point taken."

“He's lying and you know it. Just look between his legs. Your baby boy liked what he saw."

Emma quickly lowered her eyes to Eric's crotch. He wore a pair of gym shorts that were tight enough to be considered boxer briefs and clearly showed his cock was in a state of arousal.

“What was the dream about?"

“Just your dad. He was telling me to move on and be happy." With you.

"Dad's still looking out for you." Eric smiled sadly.

“And he's right as usual."

"I know he is, Eric and I think it is time I meet someone."

"Good."

"You too though."

"Okay, how about we hit a bar and we can be each other's wingman?

You meet a dick I bail you out. I meet some slut you..." He Laughed.

“Leave me alone."

“Funny, but seriously, its time."

"You Lonely, mom?"

“I am, honey," she said softly.