"This can't happen again. It shouldn't have happened in the first place." I sat on the edge of my bed and buried my head in my hands. "Why not?" I felt my stomach turn in shame and dissapointment in myself. "You're engaged to my fifty year old mother. That's why. You love her and part of loving someone is that you don't cheat on them." All this started when my boyfriend of six years broke up with me after I find him cheating on me with someone I thought was my best friend. I guess I was wrong. I moved back in with my mother and her 26 year old feonce. Yeah my mother is a couger! Now I turned into the thing I hated the most. I felt his pressence behind me and he moved my hair. "If you can look at me and tell me you regreat it, I'll make sure we never do this again. If you can't, that tells me that you enjoyed it as much as I did." I turned to look at him and was distracted by his big broad shoulders and hairless chest. I know a fine man when I see one and this man is the defintion of a god!" "That's what I thought." He leaned in and kissed me. I knew from that moment on I was putty in this man's hands and he could make me do whatever he wanted to me and I would let him. I'M GOING TO HELL FOR THIS!