Oedipus Porn

As they undressed in Winnie’s garage, Rex leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. “Things may look bad today,” he said, “but it'll all work out in the end. Trust me.”
“I bow to your deep wisdom,” Winnie said.
“Come on, it’s true.”
“You’re like a fortune cookie.”
“Spare me the wisecracks.” You fucking try to be nice!
Winnie hopped on the bed and began to dance. She spun around and swung her arms, despite the fact there wasn’t any music.
“What's this?” Rex said with a laugh.
Winnie’s thick hair hung over her eyes. Her tiny steps wrinkled the bed covers like they were a sandy beach. With each spin she inched nearer the edge. Then she let herself tip off the side and crash into the desk and chair beside the wall.
“What the hell!” Rex shouted.
Winnie got to her knees, rose to her feet. She jumped back onto the bed and started whirling around once more. Rex couldn't believe she’d try the same stunt again. He saw the scrape on her forearm and the red mark on her knee. But after building up speed, Winnie let herself fly off the bed. Her boney limbs clattered on the concrete square near the door.
Rex heard her groan.
She got up, returned to the bed, and started to dance again.
No way! Rex tackled Winnie. She writhed furiously, twisting her shoulders to try to break free, then she went limp in his arms. He hugged her tight.