For the last eight months, the dream had been eating at Scott. He had taken the time to tell bits and pieces of it to Tangy and his mom, hoping they would understand. Emily would always ask him if he would like to tell her more, but he would always stop short of his desires for her and just say that he guessed that it was because of her being pregnant with Willow.
He had always watched his parents having sex and playing, it was a normal thing for him. Scott timed his mom perfectly on the days his dad was away. He could find her in her bed, the shower the pool house, even the pool, playing with her toys, satisfying her sexual needs.
He even made his way to their house in the mornings on his way to work to sneak a quick peek before alerting his mom he was there. But he always had the feeling she knew he was watching when she called out to him.
He had always wanted to know what it was like to be with his mom. She seemed so sexually perfect to him. Tangy gave him sexual satisfaction, but he always felt he was missing something. He had fallen in love with Emily, but he was afraid to admit that to himself.
He was jealous of his father because they were so close. He was jealous of his siblings because they still lived at home under Emily's watchful eye and the kindness of her touch.
At night, when Tangy was busy with their son, or after she had gone to sleep, he would sneak away from her and call Emily just to hear her voice for comfort. There were times when he would hide away in the shower, or go outside to their pool, and master his throbbing cock thinking of his mom.
A few times, Tangy would catch him, but it would only heighten the experience between them, as Scott would pretend he was with Emily. Sometimes he thought it was wrong of him, others he thought of nothing else.
Ever since the dream, he had hinted at his mom about the desire to be with her. She played along, and he wasn't so sure if she ment what she hinted at, or if she was just flirting with him because she knew what he was doing.
On the mornings he stopped on his way to work to see Emily, she would breast-feed Willow in front of him, giving him an instant hard on and he wouldn't try to hide it.
When she finished, Emily put Willow down for her morning nap and go about her morning chores, smiling about Scott and his predicament.
One morning Scott followed her into the laundry room. He was still very stiff when he brushed against Emily. She pushed back against him on purpose to see what kind of reaction he had. He grabbed her hips and held her close, sniffing of her perfume on her neck and nuzzling closer.
"Scott, how long have you wanted to fuck me?"
"What?"
"I know you do, why else would you have spent all this time watching me?"
"God Mom, I can't believe you."
"Come on Scott, I know you too well," she pointed at his bulging pants, "I see it in your eyes. I see it in your actions. Your father is the same way when he's horny."
"Damn it mom, I never could lie to you."
Emily smiled and brushed his stiffness though his pants. Her voice was seductive, "You watch me all the time baby. I know that's why you come to the house in the mornings when Eric is away. What's wrong, Tangy isn't giving you enough at home?" "No mom, nothing like that. It's just, I don't know, I love you, and well, I love you as a woman, not just my mom." he blushed and looked away.
Emily put her hand to his face and caressed his cheek, only it felt different; there was a different communication there. "Why Scott?"
"Why what mom?"
"Why do you love me like that?"
He stopped to think about his words and sighed, "I don't know mom. All those nights growing up, sleeping with you when I was a kid, you were very open with me, and we're so close, we always have been."
"You're my baby, your my eldest, I've always kept you under my wing. I count on you. You have always been here for me." her voice was soft and loving, his heart beat faster.
"Yeah, but mom, I fell in love with you so long ago. When I was eighteen, it took everything I had not to blow my wad every time you walked past me, especially when you walked around here naked like it was nothing."
"I've always walked around here naked, just because you got older didn't mean I was going to stop. The only reason I did was because Phil was always here with Mal."
"Yeah, but that didn't even stop you some of the time. And in the mornings, when dad's gone and you play with yourself and all those toys, or when he's getting ready to leave, all the sex you two have. FUCK, you just don't know how it affected my feelings for you."
"Are you jealous baby?"
"Yah, a little." he looked away, ashamed.
"Scott, tell me the truth." she made him look at her and he melted under her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm jealous. I have wanted to have sex with you since I was old enough to know what it was about."
"Scott, why?"
"I don't know, maybe because you're a beautiful woman, and you tease me so fucking bad!"
"Teasing you? umm, yes, I guess I have been." she smiled wickedly.
She knew what she was doing to him. She was attracted to her son, he looked so much like his father, she couldn't help it.
She had wanted to be sexually involved with Scott since he was old enough to have sex. But being his mother, his age, and her deep love of Eric, other reasons not to, held her back.
Maybe now, since she knew Scott felt the way he did, maybe it was time to take that forbidden dance.
"Mom, I want to love you so much. I have for so long." he pushed against her and wrapped his arms around her.
She didn't push away, but pulled him closer to her. He brushed her lips lightly, taking her scent in. She smelled of baby and breast milk, and her perfume that he always loved on her, took over his senses, on top of the heightened sexual smells that were growing between them.
She kissed him back, knowing all to well that she shouldn't entice him, but she saw a younger Eric before her. She held him close too her and moaned into his kiss. Scott pushed harder against her, his growing muscle pushing out of his pants.
Scott touched her left breast, milking it, causing it to stain her shirt. When he felt the warmth of the liquid ooze into his hand, he stopped and apologized. She removed her shirt and threw it into the washer, leaving her beast fully exposed.
"Oh Scott." Emily breathed heavy against him, pushing into him. He held her close to him, not knowing what he should do. She was torn between letting him take her right there, or going to her bedroom.
"God Emily, I want you." he kissed her harder as he undid his slacks, releasing his throbbing cock against her. Her milk-laden breast marking his shirt as she pressed her body to his.
