She kissed me

She kissed me, instead of answering. To say I was taken by surprise would be an understatement. My first instinct was to pull away, but it was quickly quashed. A beautiful woman (even one as old as my mother) was kissing me. I wasn't going to reject that.

I surrendered to the kiss, giving myself to her fully. Our hands began roaming each other's bodies. I kissed her neck, causing her to moan. My hands went to her blouse, reaching for her buttons. One by one, I began unbuttoning her blouse.

As we continued to make out, I could feel her tugging on my shirt. I raised my arms, allowing her to remove my shirt. It was only when my underwear was the only thing on my body did I start to come to my senses.

"Mrs. Foreman, wait," I said.

She was now clad only in her bra and panties. "What?"

"I don't think this is a good idea," I pointed out. "Your husband..."

She had an uncharacteristically ugly look on her face. "Forget my husband. I don't want anything to do with him anymore."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, he..."