A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the room. "Oh wow," Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, "did you know there was a swinging room off the lobby? Late as it is, there were only two couples there, looking each other over."

Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. "We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I could see the wheels turning. We're so much younger. But I wasn't even tempted – not with my own special older woman waiting for me here."

Lauralee accepted a hamburger and discovered that she was ravenous. "Do they really do that, meet and exchange wives or husbands or whatever?"

"Sure," Bettina said, taking a bite of hot dog. "Not out there in the lobby, of course. They swap and go to the rooms; sometimes they all go together to one room."

Drinking a swallow of Coke, Lauralee thought that over. It would be stimulating to make it with a man she had never seen before, and would probably never meet again. Raw, primitive sex, and nothing more; no entanglements, no commitments. Only a good, solid fucking and goodbye.

The kids watched the porn movie as they ate, giggling and discussing the techniques of the actors. It was better this way, Lauralee thought; sex had to be better when there was love like that she shared with her son and his wife. The intimacy was unique. It was romantic, and incest was no longer a horrible word.

Robbie was staring at her breasts. "You have wonderful tits, Mom. Did I bite them when I was a baby?"

"Sometimes," she smiled, "but I didn't care. I loved you then, too. I didn't like putting you on a bottle, but the doctor said to."