"Not at all." He replied, his left hand sliding down her foot to rub her heel while his other fingers massaged the upper part of her foot.

"I'm glad I can do something to make you feel good."

"Yeah, honey," Emma decided to go all in and lowered her voice to a soft purr.

"You like making your mother feel good?"

"Sure." He didn't seem to pick up on the tone of her comment.

"You do everything you can for me so why shouldn't I try to make you happy?"

"That feels so good." Emma sighed and wasn't kidding.

Eric's strong fingers pressing into the ball of her foot and massaging her heel felt amazing. Emma's calves were across his thighs and she caught herself looking at his crotch for a reaction, but his jeans were loose fitting making it hard to tell.

"It's supposed to." Eric switched his hands to her left foot and Emma released a long sigh that she turned into a low moan as he was now squeezing her foot between his hands, working the top and bottom simultaneously.

The sight of her small foot in his large hands had her thinking of how his hands would feel on her hips or better yet, around her ankles as he held her legs up. Eric was big and strong and she could easily imagine him having his way with her. Pinning her down and moving her around into any position he wanted her in.

Emma's breathing grew heavier and she was aware of the pendant beneath her blouse heating up.

"Getting warm." She began unbuttoning her blouse, and noticed Eric shift his gaze from her feet to watch.

"Don't worry, I have something on underneath." She told him.

“Why would I think you didn't?" He asked and his response gave her hope he wasn't interested. The pendant wasn't in contact with him and he was speaking as himself. Robin could be wrong after all.

Emma finished unbuttoning the black blouse and made a show of slowly sliding it off her shoulders. Beneath it she wore a red sleeveless tank top that matched her knee length skirt. The shirt flattered her small breasts and she arched her back to push them out there more.

"Tease."

Emma felt the pendant pulse when it spoke in her mind. She realized she had acknowledged the damn thing did have a mind of its own, but still held hopes it could only push her and there was no desire on Eric's part to work with.

As she had before, but when the stone was really affecting her and Eric, Emma reached up and let her hair down. She gave it a shake and Eric nodded.

"Tell you what, mom, you're a beautiful woman."

“Thank you, honey. You're a good looking young man, so maybe I passed it down?"

"I look like dad, but I guess pretty is pretty right?" he grinned and lifted his head as if posing for a picture.

“You're not pretty." She made a show of thinking.

"Ruggedly handsome?"

"Sold!" He laughed and continued to rub her feet.

Emma remained silent other than to release some heartfelt coos of pleasure at how good his rubbing her feet felt. She ignored her stiff nipples and the inevitable heat between her thighs. She watched Eric who seemed far too engrossed in her feet and legs, with an occasional sidelong glance at her breasts thrown in.

No doubt he was looking, but did seeing her as a woman mean he actually lusted for her? Even if he did, this house, the mother son porn stash he'd been perusing and the necklace driven encounters could be fueling it. Had he thought of her before this house was the question.

Emma slid down from the arm of the couch, settling into the corner of the couch and pushing her legs further across him. At this point her ass was pressed against his thigh and her skirt had ridden up high enough to expose her thighs almost to the crotch of her panties.

"Make yourself comfortable," he joked, but his eyes were instantly on her thighs when she spread her legs apart a few inches.

“You're a natural born cock tease, aren't you, Emma?"

Eric had switched to lightly trailing his fingers along the tops of her feet. It felt good, but seemed more of a sexual touch than simply rubbing her feet. She remained still and after a few times, his fingers left her feet and were sliding up her shin and towards her knee.