My name is David. I am 24 years old, 6ft tall, blue eyes, very athletic figure. I had moved out of my parents house about 2 years ago, and was now living in an apartment with my girlfriend. Everything was great, except for the fact that my sex life was, well, to put it politely, boring. I felt that something was missing, and that I needed more. So I joined one of the online dating sites, registered as "Looking for a sexy woman", and started to browse around. Eventually, I found a woman by the name of "Wild Rose" that I really hit it off with. We emailed back and forth for a few weeks, and then finally decided to meet on a Tuesday afternoon, at a local restaurant.
Tuesday came around, and I made myself presentable, shaving, dressing in a nice semi casual outfit. I even booked a room for a day in one of the better local hotels. I got in the car, and drove over to the restaurant at the appointed time. I entered the resaurant, but didn't go in right away. I first took a look around to see if she was already there. She said she would be wearing a red jacket, and sure enough, I saw her, sitting at one of the corner tables, looking out of the window, waiting for someone. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't quite tell who it was, because her face was turned away from me. After a few minutes, she turned her head to look at something else, and I instantly knew who it was: it was my mother!
I was shocked, at first, to see my mother there, waiting for another man, other than her husband, to have sex with him. But then it occured to me that she was maybe having the same problem that I was having at home: a dull, repetitive romantic life. I grappled with myself for a few seconds, then looked her way again. My mother, Helen, was in her early forties, but looked younger. She had a petite, slim body, well looked after, and still very firm. In my mind, my mother was a very sexy, desirable woman. I took a deep breath, then started to walk towards her table. All sorts of reasons of "why" and "why not" raced through my mind, but I dismissed them. Finally I reached her table. She looked up at me, surprised to see me there. I smiled down at her. "Hello Wild Rose. I've been dying to meet you" I said to her, as I sat down at the table.
My mother looked at me, dumbfounded, her mouth half open. "D..D..David!...What are you doing here!..I mean..". I could see that she was still trying to come to grips with the reality of the situation, which I found to be incredibly sexy! "Well mom. It seems we both have an appetite for adventure" I said, looking at her. She turned beet red. "It's okay mom. We're both adults, and we both have needs. There's nothing wrong with that."
"But David...it's you...I mean, it's YOU!" she stammered.
"So?...Does it really matter?" I replied. I decided to make her more comfortable by using her name instead of calling her mom. "Listen Helen. I thought we really hit it off when we wrote each other those emails. I mean, it felt so good talking to you, even if I didn't know it was you. It made me feel alive again...excited, if you know what I mean".
"I do David...I really do... you made me feel the same way..but we shouldn't...we can't!"
"Why not? We both need and want this...and if you don't mind me telling you so, I find you incredibly sexy, and very desirable. I mean, look at you! Wow!" I said to her.
She looked at me for a long moment. "Do you really think I'm sexy and desirable?" she replied. "It's been so long since a man has told me that".
"Of course you are, Helen. All my friends tell me that when they see you. They think you're really hot...I certainly think you're hot" I said, putting my hand on hers.