Cathy and I married in 2008, she was 35, and I three years older.  We had both been in relationships which had gone sour, and at first we were both cautious about commitment.  However, we got on very well and decided to give marriage a try with the idea of quickly starting a family.

We were blessed with a girl and have been mostly happy.

Cathy's parents, Brendan and Rose, lived 20 miles from us and we used to see them once or twice a month, and of course they doted on their granddaughter.

Then in 2013, Brendan was diagnosed with cancer, and quickly became bed-ridden, and only 10 months later he passed away.  We rallied around to help Rose cope and luckily, at 62, she was still working full time, which made a big difference- giving her friends and a purpose and so on.

With our daughter at secondary school, Cathy got a part-time job, and our lives moved on.

We used to visit Rose most weeks, but in 2018 she was made redundant.  At first she came to stay with us for a week at a time, but after six months, we agreed this was putting a strain on our marriage, so Rose stopped coming.  The problem was Cathy and her mother were very alike, too alike.

I got on well with both of them, and so I used to stop over and visit Rose when I passed nearby - I travel quite a bit for work.

Let me describe Rose, she is a tall brunette, now with salt and pepper hair, cut quite short and tidily; green eyes, a quite pretty face, and she is well rounded with a full bust and nice hips but without being over weight.

If I knew I would be visiting, I would text her to let her know, ask if she would be at home. and whether she needed anything.  Rose would text a response usually to say she would be home and see you soon.

We would have cups of tea with a cake, and talk about the family news.

Then came the pandemic, and lockdowns.

As Rose was living on her own, this was very hard on her, and of course she got lonely.  My work had to furlough me, but this meant I could visit Rose but of course taking precautions to avoid giving her COVID.

Christmas 2020 was tough, and we managed to spend just two days all together as a family,

When I took her home from her brief Christmas visit, we sat in the front room have tea, and she burst into tears, the prospect of being on her own again I suppose.

Naturally I comforted her and we cuddled on the sofa. my arms around her,  her bosom pushing on my chest. and I got an erection, and not quite knowing how, she sensed this.

"Oh Gary, I think we best sit apart."  Her voice trembled and I felt her begin to pull away.  I kept my arms tight around her, perhaps thinking that it was safer for me to keep my hands away from other of Rose's body.

"Gary please." as she said this her left hand somehow found its way between us, and then I felt a sharp pinch on my erection, and I let her go, stood up and rubbed my loin.

"Ouch, that hurt." 

"Sorry, but you should not get excited, it's not right."  Rose looked at me but couldn't stop a slight smile.

I thought it best to leave, and bid my farewells.

Driving the car home, I kept re-running the scene, and at the end of those thoughts I knew I had not done anything wrong.

Once home, Cathy asked if her mum was okay, but I decided to say, she was a little down, but all right - no point in involving Cathy in what happened, if I did it was bound to come back and bite me hard, and it would be my fault.

Things were quiet for a few months, then COVID vaccines arrived and our world resumed.

My visits to Rose continued, but the incident was not mentioned until one day Rose replied to my usual text saying she was unable to climb the stairs as her Achilles tendon was very sore, and could I get some supplies for her.

After shopping for Rose, I arrived and used my own key to let myself in her home.

Rose was sat in the front room, and she was very glad to see me.  Wearing a dressing gown over what I supposed was a nightie, she had been stranded for some hours, unable to manage the stairs.

I made some tea, and we sat together wondering what next.

"If I help you up the stairs, are you going to be able to get back down, or should I make up a temporary bed down here for you?" I asked.

"I think a bed down here would be best, if you could also bring my things from the bedroom." Rose replied.

So, I did some furniture moving, and eventually sorted her needs.  On returning to her bedroom, for a final check for anything she might need, I spied a diary.  Curious, I opened it and flicked through, Rose was obviously a keen diarist.  Looking around her bedroom there was a bookcase, one shelf almost full of diaries.  The previous year's diary was now in my hand, I turned pages to the entries for last Christmas.

For the day when she pinched my cock, I read "How exciting and naughty, it has been so long since I felt such a tingle.  In the evening I enjoyed such pleasure thinking about his body."

Well, a revelation - this changes everything............