"I want you so bad, Ash." He groaned.

"Please?"

"Stop begging that fucking whore," she muttered angrily.

Emma sat up and leaning over her son grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

His head lolled to the side and he mumbled something unintelligible that is except for the last word which was clearly please.

Enraged, he was still pleading with that cheating pig even if only in a dream, she lowered her head until her face was only inches from his. She'd planned on yelling directly in his ear not caring if she scared him. Enough was...

The pendent slid from her loose top and touched his chest. At the contact, Emma's rage increased, but her course of action changed drastically. Her son was begging for release from a filthy Little skank that had the nerve to deny him sex while she was fucking his best friend.

She'd broken his heart and here he was still dreaming of her and longing for her. Eric whimpered and his hips jerked again.

"Its not fair! I made you come and now you're teasing."

The whore had made Eric get her off then cock teased him and was making him beg? That was the last straw! Emma turned on her side so she was lying across Eric with her back to him, her weight resting on his chest.

Grabbing his shorts she shoved them back down, causing his cock to spring free and with no hesitation grabbed it in her right hand. If that little whore wouldn't take care of her boy, then she would.

Pumping his cock in her fist, Emma listened to her son moan in pleasure behind her and a smile spread across her face. That's right, honey, you don't need to beg that little bitch. Not when your mother's here to take care of you.

Emma squeezed his cock tighter, causing pre cum to spurt from the tip and her pussy gushed at how fucking hard he was. His cock pulsed in her hand and her clit responded, throbbing in the same rhythm.

"Hmm, that feels so good, Ash." Eric sighed.

"I'm not Ashley." Emma hissed, pumping his cock faster.

"I'm not the slut that teased you, I'm your mother. The woman who's spent her life trying to give you everything you need."

Emma brought her other hand into play, cupping his balls and gently squeezing them. They were so swollen, so....full. Full of cum and frustration that needed to be released. Wasn't that what a good mother did? Help her son in any way she could.

“And you're a good mother aren't you, Emma?"

"Yes." For the first time since she heard it, she agreed with the voice.

“I'm a very good mother."

“A loving mother who would never want to see her son go without in anyway."

“My baby needs his mother," she replied in a whisper as she stared at her son's cock in her hand.

He was so thick her fingers barely touched around his shaft and again she imagined having her cunt stuffed and stretched by that much hard flesh. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't fuck her son.

That was a line no mother should cross.

But she could do this. She could jerk his cock and make him come.

Make her boy feel better. After all, it was only her hand, something he could do for himself. But why should he? Why should such an amazing young man with so much to offer be lying here jerking his own cock?

Emma's nipples were aching and she let his cock go long enough to ease the straps of her top down her shoulder and arms. The loose fitting camisole slid down her chest exposing her breasts. She lowered her chest to Eric's stomach and moaned when her nipples pressed into his skin.

Reaching up, she removed the green scrunchie from her hair and shook it out, letting it fall down her back and across his chest.

“Look at how sexy you are, Emma."

She turned and saw her reflection in the mirror; wantonly sprawled across her son, topless, his cock in her hand. Staring back at her in the mirror was a woman over come with lust. Her eyes were bright, face flushed and her lips parted as her breasts heaved with desire.