His Best Friend’s Mom - Part 3 – Comforting Sarah
She suddenly stopped talking. We both sat still, staring into each other’s eyes. Then slowly and gently, we moved closer to each other until our lips met. We started kissing each other passionately. I remember thinking that she was my friend’s mom. I felt that it was not right. I was young enough to be her son; after all, I was the same age as her son who was 21. But I guess it did not matter.