She enjoyed cooking and last night they shared in doing the cleanup. So, this morning, I found myself assisting her in pulling together the breakfast...“Why would I think badly of him, Ma’am?” I studied her as she took the egg dish out of the oven. It was amazingly simple to put together with eggs, sausage, cheese and crumbled bread, then cooked for 40 minutes. She was covered with a mid-length, light-fabric robe that covered her, but the tie slowly loosened as she worked requiring her to. So like an idiot I said to my mother "geez mom we weren't having sex, we were just kissing and touching each other a little, its not like I am you and dad, and having sex every waking moment"She just looked at me with an evil stare, however, like I said, I may be a genius, but I definitely don't know when to shut up.I went on to say "look we just got a little carried away, we aren't having sex okay"Then Nikki spoke up saying "Malcolm was just touching me, I don't plan on having sex until I get. I learned my wife wasn't a slut. She was a highly paid whore and hid most of her income from me. Jim said there was so much data about her activities for the last sixteen years I needed to have a forensic accountant review it. He also suggested I hire a private investigation firm to gather current evidence so I had options. Jim knew I wouldn't keep her. I hired a very reputable company that would not only compile the data I had into a useable format but would also go after my wife. I also told. I could see her reflection in the water. Yes, you can try that and see for yourself it works. I put my eye near the door and viewed at 45 degrees and I could get a view of the inside. As it was night, she turned on the bulb inside and that made her image clearly visible. I could see my mam naked, though indirectly. That was enough for me to get hard. This became a routine from that day onwards. I would watch her applying soap to her body parts. Her boobs, hands, legs. It was clear enough. That.