“Then why don't you be honest and tell your son who you watched him fuck his girl and how many times you've thought of it?"

“So why don't you tell me?"

“Tell him how you two made out and how he was taking your panties off yesterday and how you jacked him off on your tits. Be honest Emma, this can lead to..."

“I don't need graphic details, just you know, the gist."

“It happened a month before we had the conversation about moving,"

Eric began softly.

"I was angry and frustrated about Ashley and not just because of what she did, but because I still couldn't get past her."

“With another girl you mean?"

"Yeah, I was like you said you are with dad. I know compared to you guys me and Ash weren't together long, but she was the only girl I'd ever been with. Once I found out what was happening and broke up with her I had a few girls try to jump right in if you know what I mean."

"Why not? You're a hell of a good guy, Eric."

"But I didn't want back into serious, I was still kind of messed up,

But then I thought well why not just sex? A couple of the girls were kind of only looking for that anyway. One of them hated Ash, so it would have been payback."

"You should have."

"I tried and just...I couldn't do it. Then I felt like a loser. I couldn't even have sex and here was Ash, fucking away Like nothing happened. So I was horny and watching a ton of porn and the night you tried to go out and have fun and told me the story I realized we were in the same boat."

"We still are."

"I kind of lied about that box of stuff upstairs being the first mother son stuff I saw. I lik milf stuff and they mix a lot of mom stuff in there. I watched one that had a story. The mom lost her husband like you did and the son wanted to comfort her."

He stopped at the look on her face.

“Sorry. I should stop."

“No, go on, I was just thinking how common that theme seems to be and that means a lot of people have thought of it so what you were thinking isn't exactly new so you shouldn't feel bad."

“Mom, you were so mad when you caught me watching that movie I kind of wondered then if you knew."

"I'm sorry, Eric. It was the things I'd already heard and seen about this place that set me off. Sorry if I made you feel guilty."

"I should feel that way. Anyway that movie kind of stuck with me. I mean I wasn't walking around gawking at you and having Little fantasies, but the concept of the movie kind of...I don't know. The son loving his mom so much and wanting her to be happy to the point he'd...you know."

"I know. It's the theme around here. I did some digging, all the women here were unhappy with their marriage."

“I gathered that from the dreams. So I watched a few more of that kind of movie. Not the smutty all sex ones , but ones where as bad as it sounds, there was love.”

“They wouldn't make them if it wasn't popular, hon."

"You were having another round of nightmares and had asked me to sleep with you a few times. I'd lay there and look at you and think how beautiful you were and what a shame you were alone and you should have had someone to hold you and be good to you."

"See that? Not fuck you or be crude to you, but be good to you."

There was a sigh in her mind.

"Such a good boy.”

"You remember that night you went out with a couple friends and you told me don't wait up because you might not come home?"