So this was years ago. This story doesn't involve anything incestuous so if you are only here for that. There is none. This was years ago and my kids were young. A parent of one of my kids friends was a young single mother. I say "young" because when a mom is single and in her 20s they get categorized as such. Really she was pretty much the same age as me but I was just married and not as burdened.

She was/is a great mom and she did all she could. She had to work a lot so often I or my husband would take her kid home from school. Or we'd take them to school. If I was buying school supplies for the year I would get extra for her. I'm not going to get much deeper than that with the personal stuff to keep this as anonymous as I can but I cared about her. As a mother and as the person I am. Is it vain to call myself a caring person? I just cared about her and it wasn't out of some pity or to make myself look better. I never made a show of it. Her kid never knew I was helping. When picking up or dropping her kid off I just framed it as giving them more time to hang out with friends. Who doesn't want to ride home and maybe stop at McDonald's on the way back with a friend as a kid?

When I gave her supplies it was just like, "Hey, I had extra." She struggled a lot. She worked full time and her kid did sports and stuff and if you've ever put a kid through sports you KNOW how expensive that can be. If our kids were hanging out sometimes I'd hang around and we'd sit in the kitchen or on the porch watching our kids while sipping wine or something. We built a friendship. She'd tell me about her stresses and I'd listen. I'd tell her about what was troubling me. We'd laugh a lot also. She opened up about how she hadn't been with anyone since her kid came around. I remember saying something like, "'Been with' like as in a date or like, you know-" and just thrusted my hips forward kind of into her as a joke. She laughed and told me, "Neither."

There really wasn't much sneaky glances and bashful flirting. Honestly our connection has always been based in friendship. That's not to she say isn't/wasn't gorgeous. She's a beauty. But there wasn't this flirty pretense or erotic buildup to us having sex. The sex happened as sort of a culmination of emotions and me being someone she trusted with those emotions. She told me personal things that I won't put here but a lot of it had to do with the hardship of being a single mother and living up to expectations. Other kids can have more solely because there is two times the income. She had issues with the father and societal/family/religious issues. All of this I won't get in to but you get the picture.

I was at her house one night and we were talking in the kitchen and she was panicky and anxious. I just remember hugging her and telling her everything would be okay. I told her how far she's made it and if she can make it. This is the side she never let her kid see. And I just did it. I kissed her. It wasn't like an erotic kiss. I just put my hands on her cheeks and kissed her. I told her it was alright and kissed her again and then she kissed me and then she straddled me. She asked what we were doing. She was like, "I've never done this before." And I remember joking like, "You've had to have had sex at least once. You have a kid" And then she clarified that she meant being with a women and I told her I was just teasing.

Usually I can't recall exactly what was said. Especially with this being years ago but she was so shy and tense. It felt like every kiss and touch was releasing pressure. Like when I felt up her shirt it was like I was a masseuse working out a big knot. She was panting and gasping the entire time. I remember her eyes being wide open and alert the whole time. Lots of "oh my God oh my God" while breathing heavily. The sex was good but I remember mostly just the tension leaving her. I'm not saying I solved her problems but humans need relief. When I was kissing her and fingering her she wrapped her legs around me and was humping my hand and it was just everything she needed. And everything I needed because I enjoy being nurturing. I feel like I've always been a mother in that way.

She kept calling me the prettiest girl ever. I made her cum and then went down on her and made her cum again. She went down on me. We did have a sexual relationship that continued on for a while but eventually she did get into a serious relationship and get married. It was nice. My husband was so happy for her when I got home and told him what happened. He was like, "She really needed that." It was just such an emotional moment. I remember when I was with her the both of us were crying or had watery eyes. I could tell she just hadn't been touched on in that way in so long or maybe ever. You'd be surprised how some people may have had lots of sex but never have been properly touched in a way that made them feel raw.

We started in the kitchen, moved to the couch, and eventually ended in her bedroom. We were just laying there naked and kissing each other and feeling each other's skin. I told her that if she needs help she can always ask me. She was never the type to ask for much though. It was a bit awkward after. I'd see the kid and think, "I'm fucking your mom." Or we'd be together and glancing at each other and nobody knew anything. We had fun. We'd kiss in the car. We'd get each other off when we had the time. This was a happy time for the both of us.