“Marry me,” I asked again, now for the fifth time.“No.”“Then tell me why not. We’re happy. We love each other.”“You’re not ready.”...rustrated, I said, “Enough with the not ready, honey. Tell me why!”She smiled softly, reached out and caressed my jaw. “When you can go into Addison’s room, then you’ll be ready.”As much as it hurt to hear it, the truth hurt even more. Kimber was right. I’d avoided Addison’s bedroom, forever closed, my way of avoiding painful memories, shut away in a corner of my. But is it guilt or am I just troubled? I’ve never cheated on my husband before this. Is there a special place in hell for a mother who cheats with her SON? She rationalized but we have both been fantasizing. And the PANTIES. When I showed him the gift of my panties and he took me to bed ... took ME to BED it seemed so um natural. Gracious sake alive, he was so GOOD at it, like he was BORN to go to bed with me.Shaking her head she said, “I’m really troubled, Colette. I ... I don’t know how to. "Serena looked down at her hands again."Go on," said Mark. "That's not all, is it?"Serena shook her head but said nothing and her hands twisted nervously in her lap."It's all right if you don't want to tell me the rest but you've certainly roused my curiosity."Serena shot him another glance through her eyelashes. "I was so surprised and shocked almost and I asked her whether they had committed incest." She fell silent again."What did she say?" prompted Mark gently."'No, darling, not incest.'. It was a romantic story about a young gay couple that met through someone's match making. While the storyline made me slightly jealous of the two, after all I had no one around me who was that interested in my love life; I enjoyed the structure and the spirit of the story. I was not as willing to admit it, but the hot sex scenes carried some weight too. The story described the young men's perfect bodies and the passion with which they kissed and caressed. My loose home jeans suddenly felt too.