How do I begin. I was totally unprepared for the events that follow. To set the scene. A friend of mine who no longer lived close had the terrible news that her eldest son had been killed in a car accident. This news was given to me by his younger brother who was a classmate of my own son. He would have been 27 years old. At the time I was 58. He called at my home one evening to tell me the terrible news. I was really shocked to hear his brother was dead and could see he was very upset. As we stood in my hall way I put my arms around him to comfort him and tell him how sorry I was, kissing him not in a sexual way gently on the cheek. I invited him in and we sat at my kitchen table chatting. My husband was in another room watching TV some football game. He came into the kitchen and he consoled John about his loss and left the room. John was very upset I could tell and as we talked I felt so much sympathy for him it was overwhelming. As I looked at him I wondered how I could help him. We sat at the table talking about old times, about his brother, had he a girlfriend, you know just small talk. I told him if he needed anything I would be here for him. John said I was most kind and he hadn't realised that anyone would care so much. We stood up and held tightly saying not to worry and time would make things better. As we held each other I became aware of his cock hardening in his pants. I have been married 30 years and never once cheated nor has it crossed my mind to do so. This situation was a little embarrassing for me as I felt him push into me as I held him. I broke off the embrace and sat down feeling strange. John said he had to soon as there was a lot to do organising the funeral and such. I said there was no rush for him to go and would he like something to eat or drink. He accepted and I got busy making him a sandwich and coffee. My husband works night shift and was due to go to work. He came into the kitchen and again consoled John at his loss and to be sure to let us know when the funeral was so we could attend, he apologised he couldn't talk longer but had to go to work. This left John and I alone together in my kitchen with John eating the food I had prepared for him. We chatted with small talk and I found myself asking him if such a handsome young man had a girlfriend. John said his girlfriend had finished with him some weeks previously and he was hurting about that. I told him he would soon find another one being so handsome, I didn't know why I was flattering him so. John said I was so kind and he would like to find a girl like me. I laughed and said, "What a 58 year old girl?" "No a girl like you," but that I still looked attractive. I was flattered and playfully slapped his hand. He stood up took my hand and asked if he could kiss me. My mind whirled I wasn't averse to the idea but feared what it would lead to but I stood and he again embraced me and kissed me fully on the lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds and he looked me in the eye still holding me tight and said kiss me again. This time he forced his tongue into my mouth. He held me tightly and I could feel him stiffening against me. As we kissed I felt his hand brush my breast and I kissed him back passionately. His hand grew bolder cupping my breast kneading it squeezing it and I felt weak at the knees. I broke away saying I was a married woman and he shouldn't be doing this. he retorted that I was a sexy woman. It's a long time since anyone called me sexy. He kissed me again as we stood in the kitchen and fondled my breasts with me not resisting. he whispered in my ear that he wanted me and wanted to take me upstairs. I was undecided part of me did and part of me didn't but I allowed him to take my hand and lead me to the stairs. We kissed passionately at the foot of the stairs. His hands roamed my ass and pulled me into his now hard cock. I led him upstairs to the spare bedroom as we climbed the stairs his hands wandered over me. I felt like a teenager. In the spare bedroom he sat lay me on the bed and lay beside me. I knew that I was going to succumb to my first cock since my wedding all those years ago. His hands caressed my body lifting my top and bra and feeling my nipples pinching them as they hardened. My hand he guided to his now rock hard cock. My skirt had ridden up showing my panties. He rubbed my pussy through them and ordered me to take them off. I raised my hips and slid them down my legs and kicked them off. Then he opened his zipper and out sprung a cock some what bigger than my husbands. I pleasured his cock as he sucked my tits and I was getting carried a way I wanted him oh how I wanted him no thought of the consequences. I blurted out, "Fuck me now." With that he spread my legs got on top and fucked me hard. Oh it felt so good. I felt an orgasm coming on but he climaxed before I had my orgasm. It was a strange moment as we lied there me already regretting what he had done and I suspect he was a little too at taking one of his mothers friends. Little was spoken as I got dressed and I went downstairs to the kitchen where he joined me. I said that this must never happen again and no one should know that it had. John left soon after and I was left contemplating what had happened and was disgusted with myself. How could I have got in such a position. I never saw John again until the funeral. His mother and brothers and sister where there. His Mother Joan came to my house before she left for home. We chatted as old friends do. I never mentioned anything about what had happened with John. The doorbell rand and it was John who had come to pick his mother up to drive her the 200 miles to where she lived. I felt myself blush when I saw him and must admit had a feeling inside I knew I shouldn't have. Needless to say John and I are now lovers and he fucks me anytime we can manage some time together.