Right outside the door, Sarah sends her to go get pizza.

Sarah got up from the bed, quickly finding her shirt and sweatpants. Clothed, she padded over to the door and opened it. There she saw Cameron, facing away from her with her hands resting on walkway?s railing as she looked out at the motel parking lot below. As Sarah stepped out onto the walkway, the metal grating cold against her bare feet, the cyborg turned to face her.

?Ah...? As she looked at the other women Sarah was suddenly **** to wonder, give that her hearing was no doubt superior to that of a human's, just how much of what she and her son did Cameron was aware of. However, as usual the Terminator?s face was blank, leaving no hint to what, if anything, was going on inside her head, so Sarah decided to just continue on with what she had come out for.

?You have money?? Sarah asked.

?Yes,? Cameron replied in monotone.

?Good. John?s hungry. There?s a pizza place across the street, go and get two or three pepperoni,? Cameron stared at her. ?Please,? Sarah added after a moment, Cameron?s gaze making her more then a little self-conscious. After another moment Cameron turned, making her way towards the nearest staircase leading down to the sidewalk below.

Going back into the motel room Sarah found her son sitting on the foot of the bed reaching down to grab his shirt. ?What you doing?? Sarah asked.

?Ah, getting dressed.?

?No your not,? Sarah quickly took her own clothes back off as she went to lie back down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. After a few moment John lay down next to her.

They remand there for several minutes, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the others presence before John finally spoke. ?We had sex,? He looked over at Sarah. ?Which isn't exactly normal behavior for mothers and sons.?

?Do you regret doing it?? Sarah asked.

John considered her question for a moment. ?No.?

?Me either,? Sarah turned over so she was on her side facing John, reaching out to his chest, her fingertips tracing random patterns on his skin. ?I know I should, like you said what we did, but,? Sarah looked into her son?s eyes. ?I don?t regret it. I don?t feel guilty or dirty, and I think I?d even do it again,? Sarah waited for her son to reply but instead he reached out and kissed her.

After a few moments their kiss deepened as they both shifted on the bed so that they were pressing the full length of their bodies together. Sarah felt her son?s hand slid up her chest until he was holding her breast, the felling of him groping her tit causing her arouse to flair back to life. She had just reached down to take hold of his penis, which was about halfway to a new erection, when the door opened and Cameron walked into the room, three pizza boxes in her arms.