But what the hell, there are times it makes absolutely no sense to me either, but for twenty-two years I have wanted it, my wife knows I want it (but ...ot why and I don't ever intend that she ever finds out) and for ten years now she has been saying "maybe some day."The story starts almost two years before I met Candy. She was a single mom of two just six months out of a bad marriage. She was working as a barmaid in a local bar and living in a two bedroom town home like apartment. She became. " she said.There was a large hall in theater complex. That was where the party was being held. All the beautiful people were there. I met the leads, the composers, the director, the producers and a bunch of other people who made this show the success it was going to be.Angela and I were chatting with one of the female leads, when I heard, "Hi Percy, Did you enjoy the show?" asked Judith my ex-wife. "Well don't just stand there collecting dust, introduce me to your lovely companion." Angela,. "I'm an account executive -- fancy word for saleslady." Whose your client?" Dickson Gray." Dickson, huh? Do you have time for a quick coffee in the cafeteria?" Sorry, I don't -- My appointment's at ten." How about after?"She nodded. "Okay. I should be done by ten-thirty." I'll meet you there -- you know where it is?" Of course I know where it is."I sat at a table facing the door and checked my watch. Sure enough at ten-thirty I saw Violet approach. She was brunette, medium height with a pretty. I know it is not natural for a mother to covet her son's sexual organ, but the other morning I woke up and immediately remembered dreaming about us having sex, and you know what, I felt no shame, in fact it was the exact opposite, I wanted to relive my dream, and have full intercourse with him, my only problem is, I would be breaking the law, as he is still u******e.My attraction to his genitals could border on an Oedipus complex, in which I am in some sense, in love with the baby I created, in.