My confession begins about two years ago when my twenty-two-year-old daughter, Alice, announced she was bringing her thirty-four-year-old fiancé, Jerry, home to meet her parents. I was forty-five and had been very happily married to a great guy for twenty-three years. My husband and I were very excited that our only child was going to marry. Alice had told me that Jerry was Mr. Perfect, but I was in no way prepared for what happened when I first met him. I was absolutely smitten by my future son-in-law from the moment I met him. I had never experienced or even believed in the feeling of "love at first sight", but that is the only way to describe how I felt about Jerry. I knew my feelings were completely out of line, and I just tried to ignore them. It was easier to control my emotions when Jerry wasn't around. So, I avoided him whenever possible, but I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. The wedding happened six months later and was a beautiful affair. Despite my feelings of guilt, shame, and jealousy, I managed to put on a good face and watched the man I love marry my daughter. They settled in a city a few hours away, and we would get together every few months. I always looked forward to seeing my daughter, but my heart quickened when I thought of being around Jerry for the weekend. I would always try to look and dress my best around Jerry, and I occasionally would catch him in a lingering glance. It would thrill me. I also began talking more with him and realized he was as intelligent and interesting as he was handsome. I enjoyed being around him and had convinced myself to accept things as they were. That all changed on our next visit. That Saturday afternoon, my husband, Alice and I decided to go shopping, and Jerry was going to the gym with his brother. At the last minute, I decided to stay home and nurse the cold I was trying to get over. I fell asleep on the couch and woke when I heard Jerry and his brother talking in the kitchen. They couldn't see me as the back of the couch faced the kitchen, but I could hear them. They were talking about sex, women in general, and being married. It was a pretty raw conversation but nothing unusual. Then, the conversation turned to me! They were discussing all of my sexy attributes and how hot I was for a forty-five-year-old woman. Jerry told his brother that he wished I would "let my hair down" and show off my amazing body more. He said he often fantasized about being seduced by me wearing only black panties and a bra. The conversation went on for a while longer, and then Jerry's brother left. When Jerry came back inside from seeing his brother off, he found me sitting in the living room wearing only my bra and panties. I was on top of Jerry in the living room when my husband and daughter walked in on us.
— Lylith, 47