"Sorry, I um..."

"Don't be sorry, baby. I love it. I love that my boy finds me desirable. Can I ask you a question?"

She was slowly stroking his cock through his boxers and he wasn't resisting, just standing there, his breathing getting heavier and a soft whimper escaping his Lips.

W...what?" He managed to whisper.

"You really only jerk off on my ass? Or did you spread your mother's little pink slit open and squirt your cum all over her cunt?"

His eyes told her the voice had been right.

"You...how did you know that?" He blinked.

"You were awake! You did know!"

“No, but you just told me." She winked.

“I'm a lawyer, remember?"

“Mom, stop." Eric grabbed her wrist.

“This is the house, not you.

What I did was wrong and I can't do it again."

“You really don't want me?" She let him push her hand away, but with her other pulled the tie to her robe.

“What about now?" Emma slipped the robe off and cupped her tits through the lingerie.

“Going to tell me you don't want your mother's pretty little tits?"

"You shouldn't want me too." He tried to step to the side, but Emma moved with him, staying in front of him.

"Come on, mom. This isn't you."

"You're wrong, honey. It is me. The woman who cares so much for you she's willing to cross the line and give you what you need"

"I don't need this, mom. I mean not from you. Ashley is..."

At the sound of that name, Emma lost control. Shoving him hard in the chest she caused him to fall backwards on his bed in a sitting position.

"Ashley?" She sneered.

"Ashley is a little girl who has no real idea how to please my baby. But I'm going to show you how a real woman treats her man"

"I'm your son!"

Emma bent over and grabbing Eric's hand put the string holding the bow between her breasts together.

"Then that's going to make it even better isn't it?" She put her face inches from his, her eyes locking into his nervous gaze.

"You've been watching those movies, Eric. Tell me, what could be hotter than fucking your mother?"

"I can't." He shook his head and let go of the tie.

"You can." Emma quickly grabbed his wrist before he could pull his hand away and pressed it to the pendant.

“Come on, baby boy. Let mommy give you what you need."