...about sex with
her mother openly.
â€śIs homer good in bed Momâ€ť asked lisa almost innocently. Marge blushed even through her early summer tan.
â€śWell, erâ€¦ yes, Iâ€™d ahâ€¦ Iâ€™d have to say he was very goodâ€ť stammered marge. â€śBut itâ€™s not something a young girl asks about her father dearâ€ť
Lisa had her there marge realized.
â€śAhâ€¦ Iâ€¦ I donâ€™t know it just isnâ€™t the done thing thatâ€™s all.â€ť
â€śBut, Mom I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all rememberâ€ť
Marge swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer lisaâ€™s question but couldnâ€™t
think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs marge decided to be candid with her daughter. years ago lisa
herself had been the result of margesâ€™s own dismal ignorance of sex.
â€śOkay, honeyâ€ť said marge finally. â€śWhat exactly do you want to knowâ€ť
â€śNothing,â€ť replied the young girl nonchalantly. â€śI was just wondering if you and homer did some of the things Iâ€™ve heard about at school thatâ€™s all.â€ť
â€śAnd what sort of things have you been hearing at schoolâ€ť
â€śYou knowâ€¦ weird thingsâ€¦â€ť