"IT don't want to..."

“Were you at our old house? Was he just talking to you?"

"Yes." Eric nodded.

Had they had the same dream? Had Eric dreamt of his father telling him he should take his place?

“Once you got into bed with me, you don't remember anything else?"

"No." he looked away.

“Eric, I know this seems stupid, but I need you to be honest with me."

Did you have a dream about Ashley?"

When he rolled his eyes she added.

“Fine, you were talking in your sleep so I know you did. I just want to know if you recall it."

"Yeah, mom I had a dream about her and it was a dirty dream, okay?"

He shook his head.

"I'm sure that was your next bizzaro world question."

Emma caught herself asking for details, wondering if he saw Ashley when in reality is was her playing with and ultimately sucking his dick while he fingered her.

"And you came hard...twice." The voice giggled.

"Second time was when you were painting your pretty little tits with baby boy's cum."

“Eric, I need to ask you a question.”

"You've been asking me questions, stupid ones at that.”

"I need you to promise me you'll answer honestly because it's important."

Her tone and expression must have conveyed how series she was because the look of annoyance on his face faded away and he nodded.

“Okay.”

"And please don't get mad at the question."

"I'U try not to."

"Eric." Emma reached down and put her hand over his where whether he realized it or not, it still rested on her leg just below her knee.

"Mom." He repeated, but his eyes met hers.

"Have you ever desired me?"

"Have I...what the hell kind of question is that?" He pulled his hand from hers.

“Answer the question. Have you ever fantasized about me? Ever thought of having sex with me?"

"Mom!" Eric turned on the couch, pushing her legs from his lap.

“Have you been watching those movies you yelled at me about?"