Monday, 12 September 2016


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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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.

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