The next morning marge was in the kitchen first having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the family. Lisa shuffled in wearing her robe shaking out her long golden hair. “Well! Good morning sleepy-head!” marge said 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.