"I'll be down in a minute."

Eric rose from the bed and went to leave the room, but stopping at the door, looked over his shoulder.

"Hey, mom?"

"What is it?"

"How about you do yourself a favor and put a bra on." He pointed to her chest.

"I mean unless you're trying to get a discount or a date."

"Get out of here you jerk!" She pointed to the door, but laughed at his joke. Her laugh sounded strained, but it was a real one and helped calm her nerves as Eric left the room.

The horn sounded again and Eric yelled, “Keep your damn pants on!" as he pounded down the stairs.

Emma released a long breath and put her head in her hands. If Eric had no memory of it, had it happened? Maybe she was losing her mind and seeing things like she had last night. Or maybe it had happened, but the pendant was the key. Eric had no desire for her until he touched it. As soon as he let it go he stopped.

"That's fucking nuts," she spoke aloud.

So was the fact her hundred and eighty pound muscular son couldn't break the clasp or chain on the pendant. Emma tentatively touched it, and found it was cool. No strange voice for the last part of her episode with Eric and since he let it go.

Did it sleep?

“Jesus, Emma, you hear yourself?" she muttered.

“Your honor, I'd Like to enter a plea of insanity."

But something was wrong with this necklace and the house itself. Emma remained sitting on the bed even though she heard Eric let the movers in and telling them where to put things.

Then again, Eric didn't have a clue of what happened. Maybe it hadn't. He also hadn't seen two sets of mothers and sons having sex in his dreams as she did. Maybe it was her. Was she more stressed than she thought?

Mothers and sons. Emma looked back at the TV. Eric had mentioned he'd found the movie in a box in the closet. Rising from the bed, she walked over to the TV which had a DVD player built into it and ejected the disc.

“Loving mothers volume two." She read aloud. Eric had lied; he'd said it didn't have a name on it.

Emma went to the closet and opening the door saw it was empty except for a cardboard box on the floor. Squatting, Emma peered into the box. There were two stacks of DVD's and several old video cassettes still with the bulky plastic cases.

“Taboo, Taboo Two, Mama's Boys, A Mother's craving," she read the titles on top aloud.

Reaching into the box, Emma picked up a stack and flipped them back into the box one by one. Good Mom's Do, If Dad only knew, Let Mom be your girl, Tempting Moms.

Every DVD was mother and son material. The Videos were no different.

Man of the house, The Lust of a Mother. One titled at the feet of my mother showed a young man Licking an older woman's feet.

"Mom's all tied up and Mom's bound to Please featured women tied to the bed while a young man stared lustily down at them, their cocks hard and ready to plunder their helpless ‘mothers’

“Who the hell comes up with this?" Emma rummaged beneath the videos and removed several old paperbacks.