“The dad put on his moves, and we slept together. The next morning, my friend was pissed.”

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"Being a warm-blooded teen with hormones and booze coursing through my veins, I jumped at the chance. She was 47 and had the body of someone in her early 20s.

As I rubbed her shoulders, the strap on her nightgown kept falling down, showing a little more skin. She'd pick it up and let it fall further the next time. Each time I'd let my hands wander a little. After a few minutes, she commented on how wonderful it felt and if I'd do her back. I don't think any blood was making it past my waist, so I agreed without hesitation! We went inside, she faced away from me and pulled her gown down to her waist, and lay on her stomach. I rubbed her back for a while and when I was done I half jokingly asked if she needed the front done. She said yes. I couldn't get a single word out. I was stunned. After THAT massage, things escalated, and she ended up riding me on the couch. 

It happened a few more times, always started with her asking if I wanted a drink. Eventually, I put an end to it because I got back with my gf and I wasn't going to cheat on her. But once I stopped having sex with the mom, she flipped out on me and evicted me. I wasn't able to ever tell my friend what happened while I lived there."

"I helped her put her groceries in her car, and she hugged me. She told me I should come over sometime and see her new paintings — she was an artist. I went over a week or so later, and she served me some wine and basically seduced me and introduced me to role play at the same time. We saw each other for over a year, and then she moved. I miss her sometimes."

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