Oh, if only she knew how smart he was...<br/><br/>She would though. It had only been minutes since he had discovered her affair, but Eric had already planned for so many wonderful adventures to share with his mother-in-law- the first of which shall begin right at this very office.<br/><br/>'Game?', he raised his voice quite artificially, almost as if he intended her to realize he was lying. His fingers roamed over the computer and a few monotonous clicks later, the 64-inch main screen, which usually displayed a tiled visual of all the cameras installed in the casino, erupted with the image of Monica- on her hands and knees- begging Scott to take her ass.<br/><br/>'I have no idea what you're talking about, Mom', he laughed softly, yet his eyes remained so cold. Eric Porter was revealing his true, sinful self.<br/><br/>He was behind her, his breath whistling across the nape of her neck. 'Or is it too soon to call you that, because by fuck, it makes me hot', his tone had developed a lustful edge and he did not bother to disguise it. She knew it was him, there was no point in denying it. Besides, it was far too much fun letting his animal out. And tonight, it will feast.<br/><br/>His cock nudged against her rear, 'Mmm...', the moan lingered on his lips, 'You should know that I have no intention of stopping, Monica. And whatever you plan, however you attempt to escape from this', his lips hovered over her ear, 'you just can't', those three words ushered his tongue to twist along her ear lobe. 'You've made yourself too visible. Even if you convince people that the video is a fake, the minute it hits the air, the amount of bad press you'll get will ruin you.<br/><br/>He began grinding his wicked cock into her, 'But even on the off chance you somehow manage to squirm a little business out of the scandal, your husband will pull out your prenup and screw you out of his fortune and you'll have to go back to stripping on top of bars'<br/><br/>'Or you can finally enjoy how a real man fucks your ass. I know you've been privy to my exploits', his hand trailed around her waist,  so sumptuously curvy, and dipped between her legs, 'I daresay your horny little holes are aching to finally be filled by something other than little Scott's pencil'