I reflected on the thought that the last several weeks had at least one positive aspect beyond turning me into a horny woman. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I smiled at myself. I am sexy! If nothing else, my son's stares and erections and compliments had made me feel sexy and attractive. I had reacquired the confidence in my own sexuality that most women lose the first time the crow's feet begin to appear or when they perceive that their tits have begun to lose their eternal war with gravity. I am a forty-one year old mother -- I'm not some perfectly sculpted actress or model,...