I showered and headed downstairs at about 7 o clock. Mom was in the living room. I hesitated for a second, worried about the ramifications of blackmailing my own mother for sex. It could have had a fatal effect on our relationship. She could have been so disgusted by the idea that she preferred to just come clean to dad, meaning they would divorce. What would that accomplish? I took a deep breath and went in.

"Would you like a glass of wine mom?" I asked casually.

"Oh, sure honey. Thanks." She said.

I walked to the kitchen wondering how to approach the subject. I decided it would be easier...