Didn't See That One Coming

My sons were all adults when I started getting my erotica books published, which made it relatively easy for me to tell them about it. When I did, I could see the gears working as they worked out the equation: "Dad+erotic fiction=Ewwww!" My youngest son was the only one who wanted to read any of it. He got about halfway through 'Female Prey' before handing it back to me with the comment that he liked how I described things without over-describing them.
I let friends and (some) family know what I was writing and getting published. My sister expressed an interest in reading some of it, so I mailed her a paperback copy of 'The Elusive Prey'. She told me that she'd settled down in bed one night to read a little of it before going to sleep, and the next thing she knew she'd finished the book and it was three o'clock in the morning.
I have two close friends whom I always send signed copies of my latest book to. One later said that at first he was concerned that my books wouldn't sell well because they seemed to be too 'literate' for the genre.
The other close friend is a woman I've known for forty-odd years. Though for much of that time we've lived far apart, we've still seen each other through marriages, divorces, births and deaths, ups and downs. We've seen each others' kids grow up. She recently moved to another state, and called me on the phone recently just to catch up on things. At one point, she told me that her daughter had recently asked her if she could read one of my books, saying that she'd read 'Fifty Shades' found it shallow, and was looking for something with more depth.
I did not see that one coming.