But the wine could. There was no doubt in her mind it was the wine that triggered her sexual desires last night. Even Eric apparently had dirty dreams after he'd drank it. But the mom son dreams and that twisted encounter earlier between them. No amount of alcohol should make a mother come onto her son.

If that had even happened.

Maybe it had happened to Sherri? Maybe all of this had? Tired of her racing mind she'd decided to come up and talk to Eric. Not only about the way he'd over reacted to some stupid remarks, but the nasty one he'd made to her.

That made her worry more she'd imagined that scene between them. In that encounter he'd said he liked other guys looking at her. This was the opposite reaction and fact was, although extreme, it was the more proper response.

Emma knocked lightly and when she received no response, turned the knob and eased the door open a few inches. Eric was in bed, but propped up on his pillows reading something. Emma couldn't see the cover of the book, but did note the rapid up and down movement under his sheet.

This was the second time in a matter of hours she'd caught him masturbating. Granted he was young and alone, but this much? Not to mention he'd been in a rage an hour ago. Emma watched the movement and thought back to the wine. Eric had some last night, but like her none today that she knew of. No drink should last well into the next day.

Not wanting to embarrass him as she had before, Emma quietly closed the door, then knocked loudly.

"I don't want to talk." He called out.

"You don't get the choice." She informed in.

"If you're not decent get that way because I'm coming in at the count of..."

"Fine, come in!"

Emma had opened the door at the first word and caught him hurriedly lifting himself under the covers to pull his pants back up. Her eyes fell on the book next to him, but it was face down and he quickly slipped it under the sheet. Probably thinking she didn't notice.

“Eric, what happened down there?"

"I told you. I was in the dining room putting some plates away and I could hear them talking and that prick said those things about you."

“Honey, I appreciate you sticking up for me, but it was just stupid talk. I'm sure you heard that from the kids at school and work all the time."

"Not about my mother."

"I thought you said some of your friends made fun of you about me.

Told you they'd like to...well you know, the whole milf thing."

"When did I tell you that?" He looked over at her and looked genuinely confused.

"I don't remember saying that."

Maybe because he never had, but she pushed it in case he was pretending.

“Earlier, you told me some of your friends talked about me like that."

“I...

"His eyes narrowed in concentration and the confused look grew.

"You don't recall our conversation earlier?"