A boy, his Aunty, and his mother.
I was stood in my kitchen and absolutely stunned, I was so shocked I could hardly breathe, another reason I was finding it hard to breathe was simple, I had a tongue in my mouth and it was battling away with mine. The shock was so great I was actually kissing him back as he kissed me.
It had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly that I was motionless, apart from my lips, I realised, which were working against his. And before my senses returned to put an end to this madness, I was thinking how nice a kiss it was. His lips gelled to mine, they fit, like they had been made for each other.
They were at the right temperature? The texture was nice, the very feel of them were just how a kiss should feel I was denoting. And while this was going through my mind, and before I could gather my wits, I was faced with another kind problem too, I felt the hardness from him. This was like a red rag to a bull with me. All my life, having a man get excited because he was kissing me, had in turn made me even more excited.
It was like an experiment, I got kissed, he got excited, he got a hard on, I felt it, I got excited. It was a chain reaction that never ceased to amaze me. His left arm was over my right shoulder and across my back, his right arm was around my waist and back. I was being held and kissed in the classic way that a woman should be kissed, my opinion of course.
My head was tilted slightly up to him, he was a bit taller than me, and my face was turned slightly to one side too. I was being kissed in exactly the right way, for me that is. And I was now feeling his growing erection prodding into me, in exactly the right place, for me again, that is. I knew I was breathing hard though my nose, and he was too.
Now you must understand, that though this had taken only mere seconds to happen, evolve, take place, call it what you will. It might have seemed to an onlooker, though there wasn't one, to have been going on for several minutes. And during those mere seconds, I was being seduced, and looking back, maybe I already had. The surprise, the sheer nicety of the kiss, followed by the obvious erection, caused by me, and my reaction, caused by said hard cock had probably ridden rough shod over any objections now.
I am Katy Thomas, I am in my mid thirties, I know I am very good looking, I can even make myself look beautiful when I want to. I have attracted men all my life and I love it. I wouldn't say I am a flirt, but I do love the attention I get. My husband isn't always too happy, but I say to him. "It doesn't matter, it shouldn't bother you, because you are the guy I go to bed with every night. At least when you aren't away," I added salaciously, and not really necessarily.
I have two school age children, I am five feet eight inches tall, and I love the highest of heels, which easily brings me up to my husband's height, and higher than a lot of his friends, and others we may meet. My face is real nice to look at, and my lips are a magnet I know it. When I meet people, even those I already know, I see them looking at my lips, and I know what they are thinking, "if only!"
They are plump, naturally pouty, the bottom one is full, and the edge is a straight line, and turns down at the corners. The top one arches over it, like cupids bow, they are symmetrical and whether I smile or grimace, they look inviting. My whole body is still in tune with nature's intention for someone like me, I am sexy, I love sex, and anything that connects to it. We have a good sex life, though sometimes I wish I got a little more.
My body is how I want it to be, though I do work out and keep fit, and I can present a man's dirtiest desire with a flick of my ass, a waggle, a deep breath to enhance my ample cleavage, or a dirty knowing smile, a flash of my eyes and or a salacious wink. I suppose some would call me a bitch, or a slut, neither are true, though I do like the idea.
Now, where was I, Oh yes, I was in my kitchen, and being now given a kiss of such excitement, accompanied by a growing dick, poking me where it shouldn't, but I was now beginning to like what it was doing to me. I was still stood stock still, my shock was still encapsulating my mind, and though I was vastly unaware of it, it was too late to stop him seducing me. And that very soon he would be taking my long and proudly held fidelity from my unwitting husband.
What brought my mind into full focus was actually me. I realised blindly that my own left arm had gone over his shoulder. I was clasping him to me in a rush of heated passion. This wasn't unusual for me, because, when I get aroused, I get aroused, if you know what I mean. And even if I wasn't aware of it taking its hold on me, I did know I was 'awake' then! But I also knew where my right hand had gone to too, it went where it got to, the instant he got where his right hand got to, in exactly the same moment.
I finger tip touched the wonderful prodding missile that was hitting all of my unprepared buttons, he was gripping and twisting my nipple and I was up in the air immediately. He huffed and gruffed in my mouth, his hips jerked. This was another signal to me, the intense feeling I get when a man is excited by me and me alone. Now I was past the point of no return, even though I never knew I had approached it.
There is nothing better on the planet, for me anyway, than to touch stroke or grip and hold, and make the iron bar mine. I had only ever held my husband's since we were married, but I had held enough before that to know what I am talking about. I had never been up like this since I married all those years ago. I wondered if somehow it was my turn. I have a couple of friends who have been unfaithful, and it had made no difference to their marriages, I think.
I had been pottering about in my kitchen when he had come in, I wasn't surprised he is always popping round, and he is always a more than welcome guest. I did know that he was hot for me, he had been for donkey's years, his friends are. Their fathers are, I am sounding big headed here aren't I, I am not though, it's just how it is, and I can handle it, or I had thought I could.
Today was proving otherwise, proving I was, or had been lying to myself. I knew for certain where this was going to go, I couldn't wait, all of a sudden I was desperate to get what was now in my hand into my seriously leaking pussy. Now I had passed from being passive to aggressive, I crushed him to me, I felt for his cock and I started backing him up. I was guiding him backwards to my sitting room. The couch in there was definitely big enough for two to do what was now fully occupying my mind.
Hell, I have just realised I haven't told you whom my seducer, soon to be lover is have I? Let me introduce you to Ben, he is my eldest sisters son. He is twenty one, and I love him to bits, always in an Aunty way until a few moments ago. I trust him, I have seen him grow from a baby into the hunk of a man he now is. He is super looking, girls chase him, he is educated, does the sports thing, and is growing, or had grown into a fine young man.
I was minutes, or seconds away from finding out how sexy he was too, and there would be no doubt in my mind of that, I can tell you! He is a couple of inches taller than me, maybe three. He has unruly lovely hair, and he oozes charm and charisma. I think a gaggle of things had hit me all at once, him walking in, up to me, taking me in his arms, unasked, taking me and kissing me.
It had taken me forever to gather my wits, and by then he had turned me on, or I had turned me on, or we both had, whatever. The deed was done. I had been dialled to the highest point in a nana second. I settled on the catalyst being his lips and mouth. I had opened mine in surprised response to him pulling me into his arms I think? His lips had connected at the absolute critical point. They had met completely, fully and were one in the instant, and they had electrified me and fried my brain.