. maybe ... we’d both feel better if we just stopped pretending it never happened.”“Wow,” Ken said, amazed.He then started to reach for his mo...ther’s tits, just barely grazing them through her top before Cathy swatted his hands away.“We can’t touch each other,” she protested, perhaps a bit weakly. “I mean, baby, I’m your mother.”“I know, but ... you’re so fucking hot,” he said. “And I love you more than anyone.”“I love you, too, sweetheart, but there are some lines we just can’t cross.”Cathy. Even asleep she was moist and wet. He rutted in and out of her a few times and the pulled out and came on her chest. Ellen didn't wake up once.Ben got dressed and headed into the kitchen. He sighed at the dirty mess and fished out a bowl. He washed it and dried it then poured himself some cereal. After finishing, he put the dish back in the sink and got a pad of paper. He wrote Ellen a note:Ellen, won't be home till late to night, I have that bachelor's party tonight. Feel free to go out. Jill looked at them. "What's with those two?"Wanda said, "You know how those Hills are. One look at someone of the opposite sex and they fall in love." Aw, that's cute."I noticed Mom was watching Mary sleepwalk out to the patio with interest.Wanda changed the subject. "My God, Jill, what have you been doing?" What?" Look at you. You're soaked." Oh. The puppy was in the pool." Damn, it's a good thing you've got your bathing suit on underneath. You can see everything. Speaking of which, I want to. Pretty soon I had written half a dozen books, had movie deals with points, and I was rich. I was a cottage industry gone industrial.Why did I write that first book, guilt; I was a fraud.I cheated, and she never found out, but I lived with it. Every time I looked at her I knew I was a fraud. No matter what I did, I hated myself. I pretended to be the perfect husband but in truth and fact, I was scum. That was my burden, and I lived it every day.When my cheating was over, I still lived it. At.