Before that day it would have been inconceivable that Corey, my son Lee's best friend and the son of my best friend Amanda, could have been so successful in seducing me. It proved how ready I was to accept such an astonishing approach, or, how morally bankrupt I had become to have allowed it to happen. Lee had gone to the gym; he said to meet Corey, to workout together. Not ten minutes later Corey came to the house and, to my amazement, came onto me and worked me into such a frenzy that I ended up in bed with him. To make matters more complicated it was Lee's bed. Corey, like my son, wasn't yet twenty years old but I was overwhelmed by his sexual maturity. He brought me to orgasm so many times. I couldn't believe it! I felt wicked and perverted being involved with a person as young as he, but was more excited than I had been since I was a newlywed. He was so very considerate of my feelings too.even cuddled with me until I fell asleep. I can't even remember when I had last cuddled with my husband.nnEvery thing about the experience with Corey was so delicious that I thought I had dreamed it. Then, I awoke in an unfamiliar bed to the voice of my son. I was awakened with the words," What are you doing in my bed, Mom?" It was one of those moments, like, when you've taken the afternoon off and sneaked home and were sleeping on the couch and you dreamed that your boss was looking through your window, knocking on it, awakening you with a start, your guilt boiling all over you. But that was just a dream. Lee was looking down at me and I was in his bed.with just a sheet covering my naked body. nnI wiped drool from my chin, closed my eyes and re-opened them to confirm that I wasn't dreaming.