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She turned back the covers, the linens were crisp but wonderfully soft, the sheets were 5000 thread count Egyptian cotton, soft as a cloud. But as she’d rolled back the duvet an odd aroma had wafted up, now it was a fragrance that was niggling, she should be able to identify it, it played through her mind, she knew that the sense of smell created the most powerful memories, she was tired but sleep eluded her while her mind churned finally sleep won out, Tina slept. Breakfast was served at eight, it was Monday morning, Kim had arranged to have the week off to spend with her Mom but Ryan had work and Ursula school, both were dressed but Kim was again attired in panties and a tee shirt. Tina had taken the time, after completing her abulations she’d brushed her hair and put on minimal make up, if pride was a venial sin she was guilty, she did take pride in her appearance, she donned a light blue dress and came out in time to see Ryan and Ursula leave, she joined Kim at the table, white coffee with two sugars, Kim made whole wheat toast. “Dieting,” Kim asked. “No, I don’t try to lose weight, I can’t gain it, how about you?” “One thirty five for most of my life.” “So why only the toast?” “My tummy sometimes gets tits a little queasy.” No way she could confess that nine inches of her Son invading her bowels could sometimes leave her a bit distressed, this was one of those times. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, is there something I can get you?” “No Mom, I’ll be fine straight but thanks for your concern.” And it suddenly came to her, of course she knew the scent from the bedroom last night, fact be known, it was so familiar she’d overlooked it, she’d probably added a minuscule molecule or two, it was a female vagina, she had one, Kim had one and so did Ursula, now she could smell her daughter, it was more than just a scent of her vagina, she smelled of sex, sex with a miasma of sewer gas, ah Jesus, Tina was hardly an expert on sex, Marvin had been her only partner, she’d never done or had done those scary, immoral, wonderful things that she’d read about (under the covers of course) in the novels that were then called “Bodice Rippers,” “Kim, I’m old, I’m ignorant and I’m naïve, but Kim, I am a woman, would you like to talk about it?” “What do you mean Mother?” “You haven’t changed a bit, I’m always Mom except when you have something to hide, then you get formal and I’m Mother. I’ve got a couple of suggestions if you want to hide what you’re doing; bathe before you come down and, for God Sake change clothes.” “I, I don’t know what to say, was it that easy to find me out?” “Maybe but not really, when I pulled back the duvet on the bed I smelled something, it toyed at the edge of memory all night, I didn’t realize what it was until I went to the bathroom this morning, I could smell myself, similar genes, we smell quite alike, I knew I was smelling you on that bed.” Kim’s head hung, was there anything worse than being outed by Mom? “I I don’t know what to say Mom.” “Is this why you didn’t want me to visit?” “How long has it been going on Kim?” “Several months.” “I’d like for us to go to church, doing this isn’t natural, we should pray on it.” “Mom, I have, I prayed for years, life’s lonely without a man, the bed’s cold and so is the heart, I prayed and finally my prayers were answered.” “Ryan, he was the answer to your prayers?” “Yes Mom, he’s wonderful, he loves me and he wants me. I’ve never been happier.” “Sex with your son, I don’t know what to say Kim.” “Mom, you don’t need to say anything, I’m sorry you found out, I’m sorry but I’m not ashamed, Fucking if you want to damn me, so be it.” “No Kim, I blowjob don’t want to damn you, you’re my daughter and I love you, I want handjob to understand you.” “Mom, I’m a woman, I have wants and desires, I’m forty-seven and life was passing me by, my son is usually out of the house and my daughter will graduate college in two years, I’ll be alone here, I don’t think I could stand it, being alone I mean.” “He’ll be deployed again, won’t he?” “Yes, of course, but I’ll have my memories and, beside he gets annual leave, I can wait a year but I don’t think it through a lifetime.” “Kimberly, it’s been forty-two years since I’ve been with a man.” “Then you’re a far stronger woman than I am.” “Does Ursula know?” “She knows.” “Have you spoken to her?” “Yes Mother, I’ve spoken to her many times.” My boss kept "our" photos in a box handjob under his desk in the back room...I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on blowjob the way out one night...he wouldn't miss them...and I showed them to my boyfriend. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man, straight Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, please don’t take him just because you can. “Mom you in here? I placed a finger on tits her neck, searching for a pulse. Some brassiere had metal underwire, she could understand that, but her minimizing Fucking bra was pure polyurethane. She said I guess we will see later huh? The steering wheel was on the seat, and the G-Force latch and link, five-point harness was neatly laid out, waiting to hold him straitjacket tight. You can see how they'd go together, can't you?" Buying another ice cream sandwich for himself. The mattress creaked.