My Mom was widowed in her early 40s, and became dependent on me as a 20-year-old suddenly becoming Man of the House. But as a young and vital woman with natural urges and needs, she soon became sex-starved. I still remember our first time. Months had gone by, but her grief was still real. I held her as she sobbed on her bed. She looked up at me with tear-stained eyes and her plump lips tremblibg, and I kissed her. Other time son this circumstance, she had asked me to leave. After I had kissed her again, longingly, she pulled away, but whispered “Will you stay with me tonight?” It was as like an out-of-body moment. Believe me when I confirm the combustibility of two people at the height of their sexual peaks. Best part was, aside from the availability of the perfect sexual partner just downstairs, was that Moms never tell their secrets.