The big trouble was, I always knew. For twenty-six years, I have known, and for twenty-six years, I have said nothing. I guess it is easy to see why m... son left.The big question is, of course, why didn't I leave? I wish I had a good answer. I didn't like what my wife was doing and I didn't condone it. I was just too lazy, or complacent to do anything about it. I was getting my meals cooked, my laundry done, and my house cleaned. Mildred never denied me sex, and often initiated it. She was a nag. “We both enjoy sex with men just as much,” I said seductively. He nodded as though he appreciated my truthful response, and I said, “Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” He agreed that this was only fair and said, “Fire away.” “Does this hot tub work?” I asked. He replied that it did, and immediately powered up the pumps and lights, which brought the tub into life. This was the opportunity that I needed to see how far I could takes things, and I cheekily asked him if I could try it. He. ’ I shut down the phone and argued with myself on whether this was the exit for the Siamese rescue center. It was, but I hadn’t decided that in time, and now I’d have to go to the next exit and turn back. And I was already running late for getting to that interview. Darn! It was great that Helen had gotten me this interview. She’d always been the steady one. We’d been inseparable through seminary, where we were both preparing to be ministers of education, but then Helen had sailed steadily. She also had bigger, poutier lips and and amazing figure for someone who had given birth to three children. "No," Kelly thought, "Mom could still get any guy she wanted. Even mine!"She started thinking about this, and all of a sudden she had a strong mental image of James fucking her mom. She was shocked that she even thought of this, and even more amazed that the sudden thought had slightly aroused her. Kelly wondered "How could that turn me on? She's my mom!"But she rather liked the sensation.