You're shocked to hear what your mother said.
"I'd like to eat you for dinner." she said.
"E-eat me?" you reply.
"Yes." she responded, removing her shirt.
"You want to eat me?" you said, "Your own son?"
"So what if you're my son," she said, "you'll probably be a good meal too."
You gulp nervously in response to what she just said. Then, she put her hands on her bare stomach.
"Wouldn't you like to go in here?" your mother asked.
