“Please stop talking like this."

"I..." Emma stepped back from him and put her hands to her face.

“Oh, my God!" She gasped.

“What the hell am I saying?"

“I don't know, but just stop, okay?" Eric implored her, his voice cracking.

"You're scaring me, mom."

“I'm sorry, honey Emma was choking up herself.

"I don't know what just came over me."

"But you know who you want coming over you, don't you?"

“Mom, you don't look so hot." Eric patted the bed.

"Why don't you sit down?"

Emma nodded and sinking down onto the cot, released a long breath.

She felt like herself again, but still had no idea why she'd been so upset.

Eric sat down next to her.

"You better now?"

"Yes." Emma gave him a strained smile.

"I'm so sorry, Eric. I shouldn't have said all those things."

"You're right, you shouldn't have." He stared into her eyes, but didn't seem angry, just concerned.

“Why did you? That's not like you, mom."

"I don't know...seeing what you were watching really upset me."

"I can tell." He put his hand gently over hers.

“Mom, you know I'd never think about you like that."

“He's lying. He thinks his mommy is hot. That's why his girlfriend looked just like you and why he can't stop staring at the pictures of her sucking him."

“I do know that." She sounded steadier, and despite the nagging voice with its sick remarks, her thoughts seemed to be rational once more.

“Then why did you freak out? I know walking in on me was awkward, but to be that mad?"