She remembers what he said.

"Why did you call me Mommy?" She said looking him in the eye.

"What? No... I didn't... I-" John stumbled.

"Well you said 'I love you Mommy' and I was the only girl in the room." Emily corrected him, at least she thought it was a correction.

"I meant- Look... we were drunk and like- I mean I just-"

"Are you attracted to your mom?"

"WHAT? EW. No, how could you even ask that. That's so-"

"Look John, there's no need to get defensive. Yeah, it's weird and gross, but I'm not judging you, but we can't deny that you called me Mommy."

John fell silent. God he wished he was dead right now.

"Were you thinking of her while we-"

"No!" John interrupted.

"So then why-"

"Look" John said. "It's not... I wasn't thinking about her, I was thinking about you, I was looking you right in the eye. I just called you that because you reminded me of a mom in that moment. A mom not MY mom. You were just so comforting and made me feel so safe and I've never done dirty talk before so I fucked it up and mad it all weird. Don't worry it won't happen again."

"John," Emily held back a tear. "That's not weird. Not at all. That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. When you explain it like that being called 'Mommy' is the nicest thing anyone has called me." She stroked his hand and leaned in to kiss him. "You can call me Mommy all you want." She said breaking the kiss.

"No, it's still too weird. I'm stoked you're not all freaked out and stuff but I don't know."

"It's not weird! It's sweet. I want to be the person that makes you feel safe, I want to make you feel loved even when you think you're being weird. Please. Call me Mommy."

"Okay." John said unsure. "Mommy" he barely whispered.

Just hearing that was enough to get Emily hot. She kissed him hard and started rubbing his crotch. John kissed her back, but let his hands rest on the table, focusing on Emily's hand on his dick. Then in a flash, Emily was on her knees in front of him, zipping down his pants.

"What are you doing?" John asked in disbelief.

"I need it." She said desperately. She fished out his flaccid cock and started kissing it all over, working her way down to his balls.

"Whoa, hey wait" John said. "We- we can't do this here."

"Everyone's already gone. You're mom works weekends. We're all alone." She said as she sucked his head into her mouth.

"But-" John still felt the need to protest for some reason.

"John, your mother isn't here." Emily said seductively. "But your Mommy is."

"Oh my god." John whispered.

"That's right baby," she said stroking his hardening dick. "Mommy's here, and she needs some cream for her morning coffee. Can you help Mommy?" She teased.

"Fuck yes. Suck it. Please suckit." John couldn't believe his luck.

"Suck it what?" Emily teased.

"Please? Suck it please?" John guessed. Emily simple shook her head. "Mommy! Suck it Mommy!"

Emily lunged down on his cock. She bobbed up and down as she reached under John's oversized shirt she was wearing and took off her panties. She played with herself under the table as she sucked John, wanting to get herself nice and wet for when she mounts him.

"Fuck yes Mommy! Fuck that feels so good. You the best Mommy. Uuhhhgg, Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." John leaned back and closed his eyes.