"The stone pushes the mother to be the aggressor, it doesn't affect the son unless he is in direct contact with it. Once he touches it seems to transmit the mother's desire to him and he instantly thinks of her in ways a young man is taught to never think about his mother."

Emma looked down at the notebook she'd scribbled questions in. She had to admit Robin was answering them as she went along.

"I want to show you a couple of pictures." Robin put her purse on the table and fumbled around in it. She produced a small photo album and opened it.

"This is a picture of my parents with my brother Jason."

Emma looked at the photo which was taken in front of the house she just moved into. The first thing she noticed was the woman in the picture was wearing the pendant, except in the black and white photo it appeared much darker.

Robin's brother appeared to be in his late teens and Emma noticed he wasn't looking at the camera, but at his mother while the father stood behind the two of them. He was giving his mother a shy smile that she seemed to be returning.

Up until a couple nights ago Emma wouldn't have thought anything of the way they were looking at each other, but now she swore the look was flirty.

"This is a picture of me with my mother and father taken a few years later."

Emma's eyes widened at the second picture which showed Robin's mother sitting on the porch with a young Robin sitting on her lap, smiling and waving at the camera. What caught her attention was the man standing behind them with his arms around Emma's mother's neck was her brother.

“Wait, you said this was your mother and father."

"It is. My father is my much older brother Jason." Robin smiled sadly.

"He passed away of a heart attack about two years after my mother died. I think it was really a broken heart he died from."

"Your brother was your father."

“Jason's father was a cheating dog who kept my mother home and pretty much isolated. He wasn't physically abusive, but my mother was lonely and neglected. Jason was her world and he was very close to our mother. Even in his teens he spent all his time with her. His father made fun of him, calling him a mama's boy.

"At some point their affection began to drift from familial to thoughts best left unspoken. My mother's desire woke the stone which from the time Timothy gave it to his two daughters to that point had seemed dormant."

“Jason's father was caught having another affair, but this one became public because he got a woman in their church pregnant. My mother was humiliated and angry and Jason, well dad to me after I discovered he truth, told me her anger sent the stone into over drive and she came into his room and seduced him.

"He said he tried to resist, but once my mother started," Robin cleared her throat.

"Coming onto him, he couldn't resist her. They carried on a few months behind Jason's fathers back until the woman had her baby, then my mother told him to go play family with her because she was done."

“Timothy's vineyard was left to his daughters and with a provision their husband's or any husband to any of his female descendants could have no claim to it. So my mother and her son remained in the house as lovers and I was born a year later."

“So this thing keeps making mothers want their sons?"

“Only if there's a problem. My sister Janice was born two years later and we both got married. I lived in the house you're in now,

Janice in the one I now call home. My husband..."

Robin put the album back in her purse.

“I told you about him and won't talk about him anymore except to say he was as bad as they come. My mother had left me her necklace and given Janice the other.

I never wore it because I knew what it did and honestly I felt the way you do."

"The way almost everyone would." Emma added.

“But one night when I lay in bed barely able to move from the beating he'd given me I was in tears and like any woman, even an adult woman with a child of her own, I wanted my mother."

“She was gone, but I remembered the necklace and how she wore it all the time. I put it on and within a few days it began whispering to me. Telling me how I deserved better and how there was an amazing young man right there in my house who longed to treat me the way I should be treated."

"I knew my mother's story and the history of the stone. I tried to take it off, but as I'm sure you've found out, you can't."

“But your mother did. You said she gave it to you."