I was sitting on my back porch - the same porch where my sexual thoughts about my son were awakened last weekend - when Jason got home. He came straight to me, telling me 'Hello' and bending to give me a kiss - not on the cheek as he normally did, but on the lips. I felt an electric charge through my body, followed immediately by another attack of jealousy, since I realized the lips he used to kiss me had probably kissed my friends today, and had probably been in more intimate places with them as well.

Jason sat on the chair next to me. "Mom, I've had a...