Danny felt guilty about the way he'd talked about his mom as soon as he pulled into their driveway. He was proud of her looks and sexual ability, sure, but the whole conversation made him feel dirty now. Tillman must think he was a big jerk.
His mom was wiping down the counters in the kitchen when he came in the door, and she smiled when he entered. "Have fun?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. "Do you need help?"
"What?" Emily was surprised by the offer and paused a moment to think if she did need help or not. "Well, sure, you could sweep the floor. That's about it today. We're all ready for the party."
Danny took out the broom and began sweeping, moving chairs and such as needed, and generally doing a very good job. When he finished, Emily took him into her arms and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you," she said. "My big boy. Big strong man, really."
Danny stood uncomfortably a moment, feeling her breasts against his chest, then he let his arms circle her and he hugged her tight. Breasts compressing further, her tight stomach against his belt, against his growing penis. He released her quickly then, but she continued to hug him tightly and kissed his cheek.
"Don't ever stop being so considerate," she said, releasing him. "Don't stop being sweet. Okay?" Her cheeks were flushed just a bit, as though she was blushing when she stepped back.
Danny laughed, hooking his thumbs into his belt and letting his fingers hang down in an effort to conceal his erection. "Sure, okay, Mom," he stammered. "Well, good night."
"Good night." Emily watched him walk out of the room thinking of how he would never betray her as his sister had done. No, not Danny.
And then she thought of how she could tell herself that as much as she wanted but it wouldn't make it true. There were many ways to betray someone after all. The firming penis she'd felt against her stomach was a betrayal in a way. So was the time she'd watched him masturbate and marveled at the amount of cum he'd released on his stomach. A wave of guilt swept over her as she wondered what his hard-on meant. It was wrong for a mother to be wondering such things.
She felt guilty, too, for allowing Elaine to keep the video on her computer. She should have made her erase it and watched until it was done. She hadn't done it, and she told herself that the damage was done so it didn't really matter. The truth was that she liked the dirty thrill of being caught on video. She felt that thrill even if it was her daughter watching it, and she didn't want it to be deleted.
Perhaps she was betraying herself there, too, just as she had done by not telling Robert everything about Patty while there was still time. It was too late now, wasn't it? How could she possibly broach the subject? She was betraying herself, her husband, and their marriage by screwing her neighbor. By screwing her neighborhood, really. The fact that she hadn't been with another man made no difference. She betrayed him by doing it and by wanting to continue. Every silent moment was a betrayal, and there was no escape from the guilt.
Feeling nearly at the brink of tears, Emily turned out the lights and went up to bed. When she entered the bedroom, Robert patted the bed and said, "Get naked and get over here, babe." She did it with a feeling of guilt pressing her on. Maybe, when he did find out about her activities, she could point out to him that she hadn't stopped screwing him while she was getting it on with the ladies. That should make up for something.
Just for added points, she asked him to cum on her face for the third time in a week. That should count for something, too. Of course, it wasn't really a payment if she was beginning to like it.