Chapter 145

Emma no longer thought about it, but it was a highlight for her son. Every night at Ronnie’s bedtime, she spooned behind him and gently stroked the boy. A couple of times early on, she made him cum by accident, but now she had a better feel for his excitement level and would let him drift off to sleep fully tumescent.

Doctor Ransome wanted him to have a wet dream every night, and Emma would oblige as best she could. After the first couple of times, she no longer felt even a hint of embarrassment. It didn’t turn her on like it did Ronnie, but neither did she find the task to be unpleasant.

In fact, she began to look forward to the quiet little interlude. Not in a sexual way — if anything, it felt more maternal thas sensuous. What she had come to enjoy was the spooning, the closeness, the comfort of another day having passed without even thinking of that fucker, Dirk Hoffman.

It was a Tuesday morning and Riley and Flynn were watching Ronnie Preston jack off into a little jar. Emma counted, made a notation, dipped her finger and took a taste, and raised her eyebrows, “Huh, sweet. That’s a first.” Checked of the appropriate box on the lab report.

Flynn smiled at the boy, “I like the way you look naked. Sexy.”

“Thank you.”

They had a leisurely breakfast, then Ronnie left to catch his school bus. In the living room Emma sat facing her guests who plopped down side by side on her sofa. She was no longer startled when Riley started stroking his erection as he played with her nipple.

Emma said, “Miss Riley, I appreciate everything you’re doing for us. The apartment, groceries, Doctor Ransome, everything. But it’s costing you money. And I need to work — I never went to college, but I’ve worked every day of my life.”

“I understand. And I’ve been thinking about that very thing.” She held up a finger in a wait-a-sec gesture and bent down. She took Flynn in her mouth. This was a first for Emma, but it didn’t surprise her in the least. She and Ronnie didn’t take watching people having sex for granted, but it seemed somehow naughtier inside her own apartment. Of course the mother/son aspect topped everything else.

Riley sat back up, “Before we get to your work opportunities, let’s go back to your bedroom.” She waggled his penis, “Himself and I haven’t done you yet.”

“Sure!”

Emma didn’t feel an obligation to put out, even though she owed her current lifestyle to the woman. No, she had a healthy sex drive — that was one of the reasons she had talked Dirk into coming to Carefree in the first place.

And, Emma had heard all the chatter about Riley and her son. How they enjoyed double-teaming Helene and Mrs. Macintosh and Fannie. Emma was more than ready for a romp — obligations or not.

She didn’t have to be told to lie back and let them have at her. Let them do her, use her, tease her, pleasure themselves. They took turns kissing her, licking her. Emma’s highlight was when Riley guided Flynn into her and then used her fingers to drive her wild.

Later, showered, and relaxing in a hot tub, Emma smiled at Riley, at Flynn, “Thank you.”