That magnificent cock protruding from her fist was inspiring that lust. Somewhere in her mind she knew this was horribly wrong, but at the same time the fact this was her son pulsing in her hand was fueling her desire to a level she hadn't felt in a long time.
Eric was laying back, his eyes closed, moaning and whimpering. He was no longer begging and pleading that snotty Little girl who never deserved him, but enjoying his mother's touch.
Emma turned to stare at the dripping swollen head of her son and eased closer to it as she pumped him. She stared at her bare fingers around his cock and wondered why she didn't paint her nails anymore?
She had nice natural long nails, why keep them plain? It would look that much sexier if they were a nice deep red or her son's favorite shade of green.
"Tomorrow is another day. And don't forget your toes. Steven always said you had sexy feet. Your son will think so too."
"Yes," she agreed once more.
"Time to be the sexy woman my son deserves."
But for now what her son deserved was to come nice and hard and not from some Little pig who only cared about herself, but from a woman who wanted to make her son feel good. Not just good, but make him feel like a man.
Because that's what he was. Eric was a man now and the big fucking cock now twitching in her hand was proof of that. He was no longer mommy's little boy, but Emma's man of the house. He tried to do everything for her since Steven's death, so why shouldn't she let him take care of her needs as a woman?
Emma and Steven had both told Eric when it comes to love and sex you will get what you give, so why not give her son something special?
Make him want to take good care of his sexy mother who needed to be taken care of herself?
Eric's moans grew louder and his hips rocked, pushing his now slick cock through her hand. Emma slid across his stomach, bringing his cock closer to her. God, it was amazing! Her hips were moving as well, grinding in circles as her pussy flowed and her clit throbbed with need.
She jumped when Eric touched her back, his hand flat between her shoulder blades beneath her hair.
"M...mom?" He whispered.
He was awake! The thought should have caused her alarm, but instead it increased her passion and desire to make him feel good.
"That's right, baby boy." She purred, propping herself up on her elbow so she could look over her shoulder at him.
"It's your mother making you feel good."
Eric's eyes were barely open, and dull with sleep, but he was staring at her, a surprised look on his face.
“But you're....not supposed to..."
"You don't worry about what people say I'm supposed to do." She squeezed his cock for emphasis, causing him to groan.
“You just let your mother give you what you need.”
“I...That does feel good," he whispered, his eyes growing wider and as they did Emma could see his look of surprise turning into the same lust she knew he could see in her face.
"Then just lay back and enjoy, baby." She cupped his balls once more.
"My boy's balls are awfully full and a good mother would never let her baby go without would she?"
"And a good boy wouldn't just let his mother take care of him." To her delight his hand slid down her back and over her ass.
Emma yipped in surprise when he gave her ass a hard squeeze, before slipping his fingers into her panties.
"Oh, Eric!" She whimpered as his fingers slid through the wet Lips of her cunt.
She drew her right leg up so her foot was flat on the bed and her legs open for her son to explore his mother's sopping slit. She turned back to his cock and leaning over it, slapped it against her tits.
They both moaned as the room was filled with the sound of his hard flesh smacking against her soft skin. Emma slapped it directly onto her nipples, going from one to the other and whimpering at how good it felt and the way his precum coated her rosy flesh.
She gasped when he boldly plunged two fingers into her sloppy twat and pumped them into her. She was so wet she could hear his fingers driving into her and that only served to cause even more moisture between her legs.