How do I begin. I was totally unprepared for the events
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