"What happens after I do? How do I know Eric won't run away from me or that I won't be disgusted with what I did?"

There was a pause that was long enough to stir her doubts.

"Then it will be up to how you feel without my influence. I can lead you both there, but once there it becomes free will. But I feel the love in your hearts and that's why I'm speaking so much. You're my best hope, Emma.”

Emma frowned at Eric's continued laughter then felt her stomach sink when he was finished and said.

"I can't wait to see you!"

“I have nothing left to say, Emma."

“I still love you too, Ash." Eric spoke from behind the door.

Fingering the pendant, Emma said softly.

“I think I've heard enough.”

Emma stood in front of the mirror and told herself she could do this.

"This' was seducing her son and telling herself it was for his own good. Talk about tough love, she thought dryly. Bringing the suit case out from beneath the bed, Emma had donned the green thong she'd debated wearing because of the pictures of Ashley in one Eric had on his I-pad.

But green was Eric's favorite color and he always claimed it was because of his mother's eyes so if that were true, it was Ashley imitating his first love, his mom. Emma was disturbed at the thought because it sounded exactly like something the voice would say.

However, the voice had been true to its last words and remained quiet as she put on the thong then found the lingerie top that went with it. The emerald top was transparent lace except for two darker patches over her nipples.

It tied together between her breasts and fell open below it, leaving her stomach bare. The green matched her nails exactly as well as her eyes and the pendant resting between her breasts. She had put some curl into her hair, framing her face with sandy brown ringlets and had put on makeup.

She'd gone heavy on the lipstick, calling out her full lips with her best shade of slut red, and added green eye shadow to highlight her eyes even more. She decided against shoes and stockings; figuring less was more in some cases.

Emma took a deep breath and told herself this was for Eric's benefit.

There was no way she could let that girl come back into his life.

Right now, her son was hers in all but one way, but that one way was what he felt he needed the most.

To quote the corny mom son porns and the things the voice had said and put into her dreams, a good mother did anything she could for her son. If anything included showing him she loved his so much she'd sleep with him, then so be it.

She paused, expecting the voice to agree with her, but instead the only response was a slow pulsing against her chest. She had a feeling the stone was holding its breath. It had pled its case and was now at her mercy.

For the hell of it, she grabbed the clasp and tried to slip it off, but to no avail.

Taking one last look in the mirror, Emma slipped on the short green robe that came with the set and before she could change her mind, marched out of her room, down the hall and knocked on Eric's door.

“Hold on a sec. Gotta get some pants on." He called out.

Emma ignored him and entered the room.

“Hey!" Eric looked up from where he was picking up a pair of jeans from the pile of clothes on his chair.

He was standing there in just his boxers and Emma felt the first wave of heat between her breasts from the stone and the accompanying warmth between her thighs. Her son Looked good. His hard flat stomach, well defined arms and the bulge in his boxers looked pretty damn inviting. Just as she hoped she looked to him.

"I told you I wasn't dressed." Eric told her, and shaking out the jeans, prepared to step into them.

Without a word, Emma grabbed them from his hands tossed them on the floor.

"You don't need to be dressed." She gave him a sultry smile.

"I think you look pretty damn good just as you are."