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Revenge
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Straight Male / 28
My Friend Kissed My Mom Years Ago, So I Had Revenge Sex With His Aunt.
This is a true story and happened last year. So to provide some context, I'm 28 and met my friend through high school. We are both the same age & we both played on similar sports teams & socialised together outside of school growing up. My parents divorced when I was 17 and I've spent time staying at both my dad & at my mum's houses.
I had a surprise 21st Birthday party years ago which was nice, and it was great to see family and friends alike all on the same evening. There was drinking involved and everybody seemed to be having a good time, including myself. But looking back, my memory of the experience was ruined later on down the line..
At sometime during the evening, my friend had joined my mum outside for a smoke. They had been talking, and eventually, they ended up hugging, and then he forced himself & kissed her. My mum didn't want to but he was just too strong. She felt immediate guilt but didn't end up telling me until six months later; she said she didn't reciprocate but didn't have the strength to push him away. My friend never said anything, and this really messed with my head. I wanted to beat the guy to death, but I took steps to keep some distance between us moving forward. I also ended up having to partake in therapy as it messed with me so much.
Fast forward five years. Over time, I gradually began to forgive him, and we reconnected. By now, he was engaged and has a 3 year old daughter with his partner. He seems to be settling and I received an invite to their wedding. It was a typical British summer wedding at a stately hotel & spa, and I was lucky enough to be staying at the hotel.
I attended the wedding & reception and everybody was having a good time. I was sat at the same table as his aunt. She's 53 and has grown adult children, so my friends cousins. She divorced a number of years ago, but I'd met her occasionally and sporadically over the years at family gatherings and events.
The end of the night was approaching and everybody was merry. We were both staying at the East Lodge which was one of the quarters of the hotel. I said I was heading back in that direction anyhow so we could walk together if she liked; she agreed.
Nothing much happened to begin with. I was walking and chatting to my friends aunt. It was fairly quiet, but as I approached my room, I said goodbye and asked if she would like a hug. We hugged, and I'm not sure what made me attempt it, but I remember using my finger to turn his chin and I went in for a kiss. I was fully expecting her to pull away, but she didn't. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.
We passionately kissed for a few seconds, and then I just remember asking her if she'd like to come inside - she agreed. She's the oldest woman I've been with and it was a fairly good experience. I didn't have any protection, but she had her tubes-tied when she had given birth, so she allowed me to do the deed and finish off. We had sex a couple of times that evening, and then the next morning, I showered and checked-out.
She was drunk; I was drunk - there was a lot of sloppy kissing, but I don't regret it. Like I said at the start, this happened last summer, and I still haven't told my friend. The heat of the moment, plus knowing what my friend had done to me years previously all added to the taboo. Would I do it again? Probably not. But it's a true story that I can always remember & recall.
I had a surprise 21st Birthday party years ago which was nice, and it was great to see family and friends alike all on the same evening. There was drinking involved and everybody seemed to be having a good time, including myself. But looking back, my memory of the experience was ruined later on down the line..
At sometime during the evening, my friend had joined my mum outside for a smoke. They had been talking, and eventually, they ended up hugging, and then he forced himself & kissed her. My mum didn't want to but he was just too strong. She felt immediate guilt but didn't end up telling me until six months later; she said she didn't reciprocate but didn't have the strength to push him away. My friend never said anything, and this really messed with my head. I wanted to beat the guy to death, but I took steps to keep some distance between us moving forward. I also ended up having to partake in therapy as it messed with me so much.
Fast forward five years. Over time, I gradually began to forgive him, and we reconnected. By now, he was engaged and has a 3 year old daughter with his partner. He seems to be settling and I received an invite to their wedding. It was a typical British summer wedding at a stately hotel & spa, and I was lucky enough to be staying at the hotel.
I attended the wedding & reception and everybody was having a good time. I was sat at the same table as his aunt. She's 53 and has grown adult children, so my friends cousins. She divorced a number of years ago, but I'd met her occasionally and sporadically over the years at family gatherings and events.
The end of the night was approaching and everybody was merry. We were both staying at the East Lodge which was one of the quarters of the hotel. I said I was heading back in that direction anyhow so we could walk together if she liked; she agreed.
Nothing much happened to begin with. I was walking and chatting to my friends aunt. It was fairly quiet, but as I approached my room, I said goodbye and asked if she would like a hug. We hugged, and I'm not sure what made me attempt it, but I remember using my finger to turn his chin and I went in for a kiss. I was fully expecting her to pull away, but she didn't. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.
We passionately kissed for a few seconds, and then I just remember asking her if she'd like to come inside - she agreed. She's the oldest woman I've been with and it was a fairly good experience. I didn't have any protection, but she had her tubes-tied when she had given birth, so she allowed me to do the deed and finish off. We had sex a couple of times that evening, and then the next morning, I showered and checked-out.
She was drunk; I was drunk - there was a lot of sloppy kissing, but I don't regret it. Like I said at the start, this happened last summer, and I still haven't told my friend. The heat of the moment, plus knowing what my friend had done to me years previously all added to the taboo. Would I do it again? Probably not. But it's a true story that I can always remember & recall.
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