Emily and Eric agreed that as long as the sexual liaisons between her and Scott did not take away from their relationship, that she would continue to be with him if that was his choice.
Emily thought of it as a chance to satisfy herself beyond her toys, but when Eric was home, she was dedicated to him, even if she slipped away at night to be with Scott. However, that would invoke dramatic sexual pleasure between her and Eric, and Eric thought it was erotic.
Several weekends after Scott's birthday, his mom didn't want anyone around her. Eric felt that the marathon escapades she had been on between both of them, had worn her out and left her to reenergize. He remarked to Scott to leave his mother alone, and she would come to him when she was able.
Eric was in the pool when Scott approached him about Emily.
"Hey dad."
"Son."
"So, moms sick?"
"No, just tired. I think that we wore her out."
Scott was shocked, embarrassed and didn't quite know what to say.
Eric looked at him knowing he needed to say something to ease the tension, "I know Scott. She doesn't keep anything from me."
He eased out of the pool to the edge, "I know what kind of sexual appetite the woman has, I found that out the first day she walked into my classroom."
"She told me she made you get off just by getting close to you."
"It was a bit more than that, but I like to keep that memory to myself." Eric smiled think of the past.
"So, you're ok with mom fucking me?"
He scowled, "Don't say that about your mom."
"Ok, so what is it?"
"I like to think of it as her teaching you a way to have a sexual relation. And she's damn good and experienced. She's put me on my knees more than once."
Scott smiled thinking about her down over him on her knees.
"Scott, she loves you dearly, what she's trying to do, in my opinion, is keep you close to her, maybe recapture her youth a bit. She keeps telling me how much you remind her of me when we met."
"Yeah, she mentioned that a time or two."
"She said you're hung, like a horse, as she puts it."
"That's what she told me, that I was bigger than you, not by much." He whispered.
"Well, you know you only entice her to be naughty when you watch us."
He went flush.
"Yeah, I know that too Scott." Eric looked at his son, "I hope you learned something from all those mornings and nights at our door."
"Does anything get past you?"
"Not much, not even the dent on your mom's car."
"That wasn't my fault, Mal hit it with the board."
"It's ok, not that big of deal." Eric took a deep breath, wondering how his son would take his next words.
"Em and I, we've loved each other a long time. When we lost your sister, she was traumatized. I thought I lost her too." he swallowed hard.
"Ever since then, not like I didn't before, I have kept her close and let her live the way she needed to. When she told me that she wanted to do that for you for your birthday, it was something that we talked about for along time. I don't know why she chose that, but as I said, she may feel she needs to step back to when we were younger. I was always her protector, that wont change."
"So what are you telling me dad?"
"I know she's your mom, I know she loves you, I know that she planned this and thought this through at great lengths, but I don't want you to think she's at your beck and call for any sexual need."
"She gave me something and told me it was there when she wasn't."
"Um hum. And I'm willing to bet she told you to be careful and use it in her place."
"Something like that."
"Look, Scott, she's your mom, but she's my wife, and my love, I won't let anyone hurt her or get between us."
"I wouldn't do that dad."
"Well, I just need to say that for my comfort. You and Tangy need to experience things together, and you use that stuff your mom gave you, especially those condoms."
"You know Tangy wants to sleep with you."
"The only way I'll sleep with her is if she already pregnant. I have a pregnant woman fetish," he thought about Emily when she was carrying her children, "I couldn't keep my hands or my dick away from your mom when she was carrying you, and when she got pregnant with Mal, my god she was so sexy." he felt himself stiffen.
"You can use the condoms."
"No. I don't want to become a father again this late in my life. She wants to sleep with me, she better be pregnant, and then we'll talk." he hoisted himself up and adjusted his swim trunks.
"Do you think she'll do this when Mal gets older?"
"No. You and your mom have a different bond. Besides, Mal doesn't stand outside our bedroom door being a voyeur."
"No, he and Phil have jack off contests in their room, trying to see who squirts higher."
"Good, they need to keep in practice."
"Phil still wants to fuck mom."
"Let him keep wanting, it's good for his ego."
He left Scott to his thoughts and went up to check on Emily. She was still sleeping, and this worried him. He took off his trunks and got into the shower, preparing to wash his body when he felt a cool hand slip around his waist.
"Hi baby," he smiled, turning to face her.
"Hi." she said sheepishly.
"Sorry if I woke you, I wasn't wanting too."
"No, I was just quietly lying there, thinking."
"Thinking, about what."
"The things I've done with Scott. As his mother, I shouldn't have done them. As a woman, I had a ball. But as your wife, I'm kind of ashamed."
"Don't be Em. You said yourself you were doing this because he reminded you of me. So for all unselfish purposes, you were still loving me."
She shook her head, most of the time she was thinking about Eric. She told Scott so.
He stroked her now wet hair from her shoulders and kissed her, "baby, I know it's just a fling, and I would rather it be with Scott, than some stranger."
"But he's our son, and as much as I love him as a mother, I am attracted to him as a woman, and it's nice to have the younger man to play with."
"I know baby, you need what you need right now. We agreed that he would not interfere with us."
He pulled her up to him, she wrapped her legs around his hips, "I told Scott not to get a big head about this, he's not to come to you unless you ask for him. I told him you would come to him when you needed to. Otherwise that was what the box was for."
"You and he actually discussed all of this?"
"Yes." he slid hard up into her, making her moan a bit, "You're my love, my wife, I am possessive of you, no matter who it comes to." he pumped her up and down, holding her hips easing her slowly.
She held his neck and kissed him softly. He returned her kiss and held her close. Emily said nothing, glad that Eric was taking her. If nothing else, she thought, her little tryst between herself and her son had added more of a flame to her love and sex life with Eric. That was what she really wanted.
She wanted his attention; she wanted him to be as affectionate as he had been before the baby was lost.
He had drawn away from her to help her heal when she needed him to be closer to her. She was trying to regain all of that she had during their first years through Scott.
She knew what she was doing, and was hoping that it would also bring the Eric she knew then back to her. Emily knew that it would never be as it was; they were older and had been together just a little over twenty-one years. But she wanted to recapture Eric as he was, and she found that in Scott.
She buried down into Eric's shoulder and moaned, releasing herself to him, he wasn't far behind her and let himself flow into her warmth. He held her close to him, his withering manhood slipping from her body, the water rushing over them.
"I love you Emily," he whispered closely to her, brushing her cheek.
She cried in his arms, the tears mixing with the water, holding him tightly. Eric helped her stand and she remained against him, not looking at him. He felt her stifling a sob and pulled her away from his chest looking at her.
"Baby?"
"I'm ok, I'm, I," she wiped the tears and water from her face, "I'm just tired, that's all."
"No baby, there's more than tired in those eyes." he brushed her face again, gently caressing her. "Tell me." He whispered.
"I can't, I don't know, I was remembering us."
"Us?"
"Yes, us."
"What about us?"
"Us, before we lost Erica." she broke down in his arms.
He reached around and turned off the water, kicked the door open and wrapped the towel around her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
"Baby, you'll make yourself sick. Stop thinking about that."
"Scott is so much like you, like when we got pregnant with her. I want that back! I want you back." tears rolling again.
"Baby, Em, I never left."
"I want my Eric back that I had before the baby, before Scott and Mal. I need MY Eric. The one that rode me on his motorcycle, the one that took me out to dinner and made love to me in the back yard. The one who got me pregnant on the first date."
"Oh god, Em, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."
"You were always here, you were always at my side. We moved here to raise our family, and after we lost Erica, you found reasons to be away."
"No, I was trying to give you grieving time, trying to let you heal."
"I needed you with me to help me heal. I needed you home."
"You were in the hospital a month, I was at your side as much as I could be Em. The boys needed me too."
"I know, I know. And I'm being selfish!" she howled.
"No, no," he whispered, "I understand."
"No, you don't. You're always gone. A week at time, two weeks, a month. I hate your job!"
"Emily, I can't help it. I took it to provide better for us, so you could work from the house and raise the boys."
"Then stop!"
"I can't stop, how can I stop?"
"Find a teaching position here, change your hours, tell Jack you can't go out of town so much."
