Double Mistaken Identity

Double Mistaken Identity

Jack was determined to fuck Donna, the mother of his daughter’s boyfriend. He just got mixed up a bit.

Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an age younger than 16 is a lie, stated by the character or narrator of the story in an attempt to shock the reader. But do not believe them. It is not true. They are really 16 years old or older. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.


“Fine, have your damn costume party. But I won’t be there” Mary promised. “I’ll spend the night at mother’s.”

“Oh hon, come on,” I exclaimed. “You’ll have fun.”

“No I won’t,” she countered. “You know how I hate those kinds of parties. Things happen that everyone is sorry about the next day.”

“Hon, that was years ago. It was a mistake. I said I was sorry a million times.”

“I’m not talking about you,” Mary said. “I’m talking about Teresa. I don’t care if she is in college. She lives here and will abide by my, our, rules. No sex until marriage. I don’t want there to be any ‘Mistakes’ and you know what I mean.”

I thought back about my mistake. My name is Jack, and Mary was my fianc?when it happened. We were high school sweethearts and had promised each other that our first time of sex would be with each other on our wedding night. On the night of the ‘mistake’ we had gone to a costume party together, the first Halloween after high school. It was held at the home of one of my high school buddies, Steven. His parents were divorced and Steven’s mother Nancy was throwing the party. Though there was some effort to keep alcohol out of the hands of the underage, I managed to score a few drinks for both Mary and myself. It only took a few for Mary to be out cold. She had never had a drink before that night. That’s when I noticed Nancy starting to give me much closer attention. Nancy was in her late 30’s, blond, still very shapely, and breasts to die for. I had been admiring her all night, but I still remember that first good look I got as Nancy bent down in front of me to pick something up off the floor. She was dressed as a nymph for the party and her loose top hung down providing me a perfect view of her breasts. Then she looked up at me and asked me if I saw anything I liked. That’s when I made my first mistake. I said yes. One racy comment led to another and another. I tried to blame it on the alcohol. Maybe I just couldn’t help myself. I don’t know. But before the party was over, Nancy had taken the gift I had promised to Mary, my virginity. She led me to her son Steven’s room where she seduced me, not that that was too hard in my condition. Maybe the alcohol played with my memory as I don’t remember all that happened. I recall some kissing, some fondling, then the two of us totally nude together in Steven’s bed, Nancy on her back, our sweaty bodies rubbing together and me thrusting inside of her. Then there is that one crystal clear memory, the moment I climaxed inside of her, how wonderful it felt. Maybe I remember it so well because I’ve thought about it so many times. It was my first time with a woman after all. I remember how Nancy kept thrusting back a few more times and then gasping for breath as she squeezed her legs around me and held me tight inside of her. The memory is so strong that I can still feel her squeezing my shaft, almost milking more cum out of me. That’s when Steve walked in. All he said was “Oh shit” and walked out. The next day I told Mary what had happened, not the details, most of which I couldn’t remember anyway, but just the main fact of what I had done with Nancy. Mary went ballistic, but somehow over time we worked it out and got married anyway. Now, twenty years later she brings it up again.

“Yes, I know what you mean,” I replied. “I’ll take good care of Teresa. I won’t let anything happen to her. Teresa is a good girl. She believes in waiting until marriage. But you know if she wanted to do it, there isn’t anything you or I could do to prevent it.”

“I know that Jack,” Mary agreed. “And I know she is sensible about it all. I just don’t want her to be taken advantage of. We don’t need a teen pregnancy in the family either.”

“She may be a teenager, but she is an adult too,” I countered. “Just let her control the decision and everything will turn out right. You taught her good morals and she will not disappoint us.”

“Nothing better happen to our little girl or you are dead meat,” Mary said as she walked out of the room. She yelled back, “I’m still not going to your party Jack.”

“Good,” I whispered to myself. I had planned this party with one thought in mind. I was going to do a little seduction of my own and it wasn’t with my wife.

Teresa had a boyfriend who she had been going out with for nearly six months now. Benjamin Taylor. Everyone called him Ben. He was an OK guy. I had helped him out of his mom’s house and into his own apartment. That’s when I met Donna, his mother. She was a single mom at 15; the teenage father just a kid himself. Donna never remarried after her divorce, though I never understood why not. She was gorgeous. At 5 feet 6 inches, my daughter’s height, she had a knockout body, even at 34. When I met her I thought about Nancy two decades ago and how she made me feel. As I said, I had told Mary about Nancy and how she seduced me at the party. What I didn’t tell her and never have to this day is how many times I visited Nancy after that day all the way up to my marriage to Mary. Nancy taught me to fuck. Now I had those feelings all over again meeting Donna.

Ever since Mary and I got married I have been faithful to her. I never strayed once. But our sex life had been nearly non-existent the last couple of years. I’m sure that had something to do with my attraction to Donna, but yet it’s more than that. With these thoughts of Nancy coming back it just made me want Donna even more. I would find excuses to see her, to talk to her about Ben and Teresa, to help move out any last thing, whatever, just to be with Donna. Now it’s to the point that I am hosting this costume party, inviting lots of Mary and my friends, along with those of Teresa. I want there to be plenty of people so that no one will notice if I slip away with Donna for a little while. Yes it was adultery I was planning, and with my wife gone for the night it looked like I was going to make it happen. I already knew Donna liked me. I could tell in how she talked and acted and even dressed around me. She even helped me find reasons for us to be together, to casually arrange to meet at the store, or need me to help put up pictures in Ben’s old room, or to take them down.