"So you have me come here, give us some horny goat weed wine and fill my son's room with mother son porn." Emma shook her head.

"You set this whole thing up"

"I did. In fact seeing it's all out in the open I'll confess that I planned your catching Cliff and I having sex. Just one more thing to awaken that lust."

"You're a real piece of work. You know that?"

"I know it seems bad, but Emma I think you and Eric are perfect and you both need each other and love each other and want each other to be happy. The thoughts were blurring already even if it was subconsciously."

"The stone is moving much more quickly than I ever saw it before because there's not another man in the picture to cause hesitation on either of your parts. Your calling me told me something happened between the two of you.

"You haven't crossed the Line completely, but I imagine you've gotten close." Robin reached out and put her hand over hers.

"Don't fight it, Emma. You have no idea how beautiful it can be."

"Christ, Robin, you hear yourself? I guess I can understand the draw of the fantasy in flat out porn. The taboo of screwing a family member, but you're talking love."

“Emma when something is off limits to you, but you do it anyway, isn't it more of a thrill? The extra spice added because you know it's wrong, but doing it anyway?"

“We're not talking about sneaking out with a boy my parents didn't like or getting drunk at a friend's house. We're talking about..."

She lowered her voice.

"Incest."

"Emma let me tell you something. The love I have for my son is like nothing I ever felt before and he feels the same way. When Cliff looks at me I see love and desire."

Robin glanced over to where the woman behind the counter was now cleaning off the tables around them. She leaned closer, and like Emma, lowered her voice.

"The sex is incredible. We've been together for over fifteen years and we can't get enough of each other. Whether it's the taboo or that genetic sexual attraction theory I read up on or hell maybe even something to do with the stone, the passion is incredible."

Emma slid her hand from Robins.

"So this is what it's all about?

Kinky sex?"

"You know yourself the best sex is with someone you love and trust and want to be good to. Emma your son wants to make you happy and please you in every way and as his mother you know no one could love him better than you and that extends to the bedroom too."

"So all this twilight zone style mystique can be pretty much summed up in one of those movies you left for my son to watch."

“Every fantasy is based on a real life desire. The women who have dared cross society's imposed boundaries have been well rewarded as have their sons. You'll see soon enough."

“Its not going to happen." Emma told her.

“Know why? Because something's missing from this little puzzle."

“yhat's that?"

“Eric has never thought of me in that way."

“He has or it wouldn't have gotten as far as it has." Robin gave her a sly smile.

“How far has it gotten, Emma? A kiss? Some heavy petting? Maybe more?"

Try a blow job, Emma thought disgustedly.

"Your silence and the look on your face is all the proof I need."