"Twinkle,Twinkle little thtar." I started and went through the poem faultlessly. Icurtseyed at the end. "Oh well done although you wont be able to cur...seywhen you are doing it for real!" she shrieked. I wondered what thatmeant. "Come with me." I followed her downstairs.The kitchen was covered in food over all the units. I wondered how manypeople would see me like this - an adult man dressed as a fairy princesswith a lisp and completely under my wife's control. The garden wastransformed. There. " And you're beautiful." I interrupted her.She turned sideways to me, a look of concern spreading across her face. "Are you telling me that you want to make love to your mother?" I'm telling you that there isn't anything I'd rather do more." Her mouth opened in disbelief at what she had just heard. There was silence. It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, but to me it seemed like forever. I slid my hand, which was beneath the covers, towards her, seeking out her hand. I grasped her. I looked forward to these sessions with excitement and began to get erections on the rare occasion when I would be in shorts and they were too. The warm silky feeling of their skin on my skin as I sat on their thighs to rub them was amazing and exciting. The best session began quite innocently. It was during the summer between after we graduated high school, and I was visiting Janet in her apartment. It was a hot day and shorts and t-shirts were the dress of the day. She was wearing a skin. The subsequent ones have been just to enjoy the benefits of an open marriage, since it has been opened, not that I was a party to discussing it. By the way, Marilyn, if you had just come to me from the outset and proposed an open marriage, I would have gladly agreed to one. You didn’t have to lie and cheat, to go behind my back,” Thomas asserted.“Yes, I knew. I didn’t confront you because, well, I had no moral high ground. I can’t very well go after my daughter for having consensual.