“Would he be attractive?”“Yes.”“Would you be attracted to him?”“Yes.”“Would he be sexy?”“Yes.”“So to really decide if someon... is sexy, it’s more important how they look naked than how they look with clothes, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“Do you think Mom would be attractive without clothes on?”As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to force them back in. What a stupid question—if she interpreted that the wrong way, she’d wake up for sure. Fortunately for me, she must have been thinking about it. ”“Okay.”“Okay?” she asked. He switched back and forth so fast.“You make the rules. Still, you can’t blame a guy for trying.”“You wouldn’t like the mess.”“I make a mess 365 days a year. We deal with that. Do you have any more experience with sex during menstruation than I do? People do it, and they find that towels are a sufficient precaution.”That night, although they both had work the next morning, he made elaborate love to her. She came twice under his mouth and once around his cock.Monday. As soon as I took the reins, I adjusted our shift schedules to ensure the night-shift ended in time for them to go home to see their children off to school. We have a staggered day shift that starts at eight in the morning for those without children. Those with children being work at nine. I also ensured that we have people to cover for when someone must take a child to the doctor or go to a school conference. Most of the schools are doing a half-day today, so I expect an influx of help around. The teen shrink they had sent me to back in the city hadn’t done me any good and I thought the guy was an idiot. So my mom and dad decided to pay for me to have a private tutor to help me bring up my test scores, while they hoped the mountain air would improve my mixed up attitude.Dad got one of his friends at the local junior college to recommend someone who was teaching at the college level, was good with one on one instruction, and who could handle or at least ignore a slightly weird.