She would begin with the nipple. One nipple would get a little teasing and a little rubbing. Then the other would get a slide from her palm. She would...return to the first breast, there to squeeze and knead. Finally, when both boobs were full of heat and passion, when both large mammaries had turned to cherry red, Sharon took them both in one hand-as much, that is, of the two mammoth titties as she could get into one hand-and pushed them together against each other."Ahhh, ohhhh, yessss,. Mom came to my room, one night, as I was moaning in ecstasy, my fingers really tearing at my clit in the heat of summer passion.She tenderly stroked my hair as I froze in fear that I had been discovered. Then, she kissed me on the forehead and asked me what I wanted to know about myself."Mom, I'm sorry, I..." I couldn't get it out right, I stammered so much."There, there, baby," mom began, "it's normal for you to want - to need this. I still do it too." Will you show me mom?" I begged.She. “SERIOUSLY?!? Dad, you’re pushing FIFTY!”“I can still do math, Meg. I’m only slightly senile.”“Daa-aaad, you know what I mean.”“And I have a delightful young wife and we just MIGHT want to see what we get from combining OUR DNA.”“And you need a little half-sister,” Jess added helpfully. Or to exacerbate the situation. Or something like that...Megan uncharacteristically did NOT fly off on an uncontrollable tirade. She took a deep breath. Then another. Then “This is a good thing. I started this. I’m this simple businesswoman who looked at sex as a mildly pleasant diversion that I could take or leave. But now it is almost all I think about. What did he say? Sex begets more sex. And more sex begets even more sex. He has a strange way of putting things. I had never heard anyone use the word ‘beget’ in a sentence outside of our pastor reading some biblical passage. And it certainly wasn’t in that context. But he is so right. What he is wrong about is that our desire for more sex would.