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Motherfucker

... "Please don't take this the wrong way, but would it be okay with you if we don't French-kiss from now on whenever I have sex with you? I mean, it just felt really weird and awkward while we were Frenching last night.

"Now, don't get me wrong. I don't mind the 'quick kisses on the lips, or the cheek' stuff, because we've been doing that kind of stuff for as long back as I can remember. So it feels totally natural to me.

"But the 'open-mouth kissing with tongues stuck in each other's mouths' stuff felt really weird and uncomfortable to me."

"I know exactly what you mean. Last night, I asked you not to kiss me on the lips, remember? But you went ahead and did it anyway, didn't you?" Mom reprimanded me. "And it felt weird to me too last night, while you were doing it."

"So then, why didn't you pull away from me and stop?"

"I tried. But you just ignored me and started French-kissing me anyway."

"But you acted like you were really enjoying the French-kissing part?"

"That's because there was a part of me that

was

enjoying it. And at first, I got caught up in the moment, because I hadn't been passionately French-kissed like that since your dad died. But then, even though I wanted to, I was afraid to pull away from you once we had started French-kissing like that, because I didn't want to disappoint you, and risk having our first-ever intercourse be a let-down for you."

"So then, what you're saying here is that you actually don't want me to French-kiss ...

... you during sex anymore?"

"That's exactly right. Like I already told you, I don't want you to kiss me on the lips at all when we're having sex, because that can easily lead to us French-kissing.

"Maybe this might help you understand how I feel about French-kissing. Back when Ben and I were having sex in front of your father--"

Mom suddenly cut off her story and said to my sister, "I'm sorry if this bothers you. Me talking about your biological father having sex with me in front of Sam. If you want, I can discuss this with Carl at a later time in private, when you're not around."

"No, Mom," Lacey said, "Go ahead and tell Carl what happened between you and Ben when you guys were having sex together. It doesn't gross me out, or anything like that. In fact, I find the whole thing fascinating, to tell you the truth. As far as I'm concerned, Sam was my father, not Ben. He was just a sperm donor."

"Oh, but Ben was much more than just a sperm donor to me," Mom argued. "He was a wonderful man, and he rocked my world back then! I could've easily fallen in love with him. About the only thing that kept that from happening was that Sam and I still had a great relationship, and a rock-solid marriage. One that only improved even more, once we started all that cuckolding stuff with Ben."

"Did that surprise you?" Lacey asked.

"Yes, it did, as a matter of fact. I was really scared that very first time with Ben. I was scared that Sam would lose interest in me, and maybe even ...