He shrugged and looked embarrassed.

"I think I spooked myself trying to spook you. I had dreams of some of the people that lived here before. I mean, I think that's who they were."

“Honey, can you turn around for a second? I want to sit up and..."

"You're naked." His eyes widened and he blushed as if he hadn't meant to say it.

“Yes, I was born that way, just like you," she joked, but her thoughts went back to the way he seemed to be looking at her a minute ago.

"Too tired to get dressed after the tub."

Eric nodded and out his back to her. Emma sat up and grabbing the sheet pulled it up to wrap around her. As it had last night the movement of her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. She glanced over and found herself staring at Eric who was facing the mirror.

Her breasts were completely exposed, and for what was probably only a few seconds, but still more hesitation than there should have been, she didn't move. Her eyes were on his and his were. on her breasts.

His gaze shifted and for a moment their eyes met.

Simultaneously, Eric turned his head to the side and Emma pulled the sheet around her body. She turned, and leaned back against the headboard, but her mind was racing. There was no doubt Eric has been staring at her tits, and for a brief moment, she had let him.

“How do you know they were people that lived here?" Emma stayed on topic and Eric answered so quickly she knew he was grateful she hadn't called out his looking at her.

"The names, Ben and Paul. I remember them from when I looked up the house."

"So those were the only two you saw?"

Emma was now disturbed for reasons other than her and her son being caught in an awkward moment reminiscent of some stupid porn script.

Eric had seen the same two boys she had seen.

“Yeah, just them, but not at the same time. Why'd you ask? You have weird dreams too?"

“I was so out of it I don't remember anything from laying down to you waking me up," she lied. She felt bad doing it, but she didn't need Eric's mind racing, hers was going to be, but let her be the one to think this through.

"Oh."

“So what were they doing?"

“They were just talking," He looked at her uneasily and continued hurriedly, telling her he was lying.

“Just saying haunted house stuff, like welcome and I was going to have fun here, like they did."

"Ben was shot in the head!" She blurted out.

"Mom, it was a crazy dream." He grinned.

"I may have had a little too much wine too, that shit was pretty damn good."

"A little too good." Emma muttered, recalling her out of control lust and knowing full well he'd been having a lewd dream of his own.