...aid cheerfully handing over a hot cup. “‘Morning, Mom” lisa said blearily. “Thanks.”
“Well you look dreadful.”
“I have an excuse Mom” smiled lisa.
“Mmmmm… and what might that be dear” asked her mother absently.
“All that noise you and Homer were making last night.”
“Oh I’m sorry did we wake you honey” marge asked looking surprised.
“Yeah it’s okay though.” lisa said.
Lisa looked at marge. They had always had a good relationship more like friends than mother and daughter and lisa knew she could talk about sex with
her mother openly.
“Is homer good in bed Mom” asked lisa almost innocently. Marge blushed even through her early summer tan.
“Well, er… yes, I’d ah… I’d have to say he was very good” stammered marge. “But it’s not something a young girl asks about her father dear”
Lisa had her there marge realized.
“Ah… I… I don’t know it just isn’t the done thing that’s all.”
“But, Mom I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all remember”
Marge swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer lisa’s question but couldn’t
think of one...