“I'm going to call her and if she comes down I'll meet her in town and won't bring her near you."

He turned away from her and picking up his phone turned and headed for the stairs. Before he reached them the phone was already to his ear.

“Hey, Ash. Sorry, I was in the middle of something."

His voice faded as he made his way up the stairs. Emma sank down on the couch and cradled her pounding head in her hands. Another close call. She'd literally been inches away from letting her son fuck her.

On top of that, her son was about to run right back into the arms- and between the legs of-the girl who'd used and humiliated him and pretty much ruined his life. She knew she was right. This was about sex. She felt the same way about Steven, but in her case he was no longer in her life to come back to her.

For Emma it would be a matter of time before she could finally break the ice because what choice did she have? Celibacy? A lifetime of toys, batteries, and fantasies? Getting off to memories of Steven?

Sooner or later she'd get frustrated enough to make the move.

In fact if she'd had this mess wouldn't be happening with her and Eric. The damned pendant would have nothing to work with because she'd be satisfied sexually and maybe even in a good relationship.

But for Eric it was different. The bitch was still his obsession and was now putting herself back in his life. He would never go with another girl while Ashley was available and acting contrite. She would fly up here and as soon as they were alone she'd fuck his brains out.

She'd suck and fuck and be his dirty whore and pretend it was just for him even though she'd probably been Mark's whore hours before she got on the plane. But she'd have her claws back into her son.

Eric was twenty and sex was a far bigger deal for him than her. Emma needed it, but had spent her life with a good man and knew what real love was. That gave her the ability to hold out and not think with her libido, but her heart as well.

Eric had loved Ashley and maybe still did, but she was a selfish brat and it had always been a bit one way even before he'd found out what she was doing. He didn't know any better was what it came down to. That and hormones.

Emma hadn't just been consoling him. She'd meant what she said, he'd done what he had to her because he was heartbroken over both his father and Ashley and not himself. As Emma continued to think she found herself wondering if seeing Ashley might not have an advantage.

If the slut came up here and fucked Eric wouldn't that break his obsession with her and end the efforts of the pendant? If Eric was back in lust with Ashley he wouldn't want her in anyway. Could it still affect him if he were not searching for something?

"You'll let your son be hurt again rather than be the one who never hurts him?"

It was right, that was a selfish thought. She should never want to see Eric with that slut no matter what. Maybe the answer was her doing what she'd told Eric. Go into town, find a bar or club and just get laid. Totally meaningless sex could be what she needed too.

"You haven't had that kind of sex since college. You spent a Lifetime with sex that meant something. You know you crave lust with love and you know where to find it."

The pendant was pulsing with each word and a sudden burning sensation caused her to gasp and grab it to put it outside her shirt. The second she did she saw Eric with Ashley, saw them in a hotel and her on her knees sucking his cock.

Eric moaning her name over and over as he came in her mouth and eager to make things up to him, Ashley would take every drop. She'd fuck him in every position. She'd ride him and bend over for him.

She'd suck and fuck him until he couldn't get it up anymore and all the while tell him she loved and missed him. Ashley would apologize with her pretty little mouth and tight young pussy and who knows, maybe even her ass; anything to hook Eric again.

The image changed to Ashley once again on her knees, but this time sucking and fucking Mark. They were in her bed with a picture of Eric right there on the night stand and she was laughing at it and Mark was making jokes that his cock was bigger and if Eric could fuck her right she wouldn't be banging him.

The image flashed to Eric sitting on his bed in tears like he was the night he'd told her what had happened. She was coming here to fuck him, claim him as her own then run back home and do whoever she wanted.

"Maybe she'll ask him to come back with her. Come back to home with her and his friends. She's going to try to take your son from you Emma."

Emma shook her head, but the thought didn't seem that farfetched.

“She'll have him by the cock like you know she will. He'll choose her over you because she can give him what he needs. Then once he's back home, she'll betray him again and he'll be all alone."

“I can't let that happen."

“There's only one way to stop it, Emma. You have to show Eric how much you love him and how badly you need him. You have to show him that you have everything he needs in every way. Show him the best of both worlds. The lust of a lover and the love of a mother."

"I can't do that."

"You can! Emma you heard him tell you what he did! He was thinking of you. Had you woke up that night and been receptive he would have gone all the way. He wanted you! He still does, but if you let this skank get her mouth on him again you'll lose him to her."

The emerald stone seemed both hot and cold at the same time and was throbbing in her hand. Emma sensed a change in its tone as well. It was no longer detached or mocking. Its words were filled with the concern she felt.