"Guten tag, Mrs. Hamilton!" I joke as Lacey opens the front door for me. "I just came by to pick up those notes."

"Of course!" She smiles up at me then steps aside, welcoming me in. "Come in."

She shuts the door behind us. I ogle her as she strolls over to the kitchen. She's so slender, with soft curves in all the right places. My gaze moves to her full lips as she speak to me, but I'm don't hear a word she says. I just smile and nod. It's simple... I like her; she's beautiful, fun-loving, unbelievably sexy, twenty years old than me, and my ex-girlfriend's mom.

"Hello? Matty?" Her voice brings me back to my senses.

"Sorry, about that." I shrug, rubbing the back of my head. "It's been a long day."

"Same here." She flashes me a sympathetic smile and holds up a bottle of wine. "Just have one glass with me... and don't tell your parents! Your mom hates me enough as it is."

I let out a nervous laugh, "She doesn't hate you."

"Sure-e-e-e..." She giggles, pulling out two wine glasses from the cupboard and leading me towards the living room.

When I sit down next her on the couch, she begins to tell me about her day. I sip on the glass of red wine and listen about her problems with Kevin, stress from the new baby, irritation with Lissa, Jenna's growing distance. She was a mother of two, a college student, and a housewife. She was exhausted and who could blame her.

And then Lacey leans down and kisses me. I was shocked at first, but... Fuck it. Everything inside me tells me to kiss her back. My palm on the small of her back, I pull her into me as tight as I can. Then things become more passionate - she slips her hand up under my shirt, I start to run my hands through her silky brown hair. This is really happening. I would have never thought a mature woman as gorgeous as Lacey would even look at me. Sometimes, I felt like she gave me signals that she was into me, but I wasn't sure... I had just figured she was just being nice to me because of Jenna... Jenna... Jenna. I couldn't go any further without feeling guilty. I pulled away slightly, but our faces were still so close I could feel her warm breath on my lips.

I begin to whisper, "You're married and... Jenna."

"Shhh..." Lacey touches her fingers to my lips to silence me. "This isn't going to be easy, is it?"

I shake my head, "Honestly, I'm just shocked."

She pushes herself off of me, suddenly serious. "Do you regret it?"

I'm not sure how to answer at first. I want Lacey, so bad... I feel guilty. But do I regret it?

"Nope," Finally, I shake my head and smile at her. "Do you regret it?"

Lacey laughs and takes another sip of her wine before answering."I don't and I should probably be ashamed of myself," she winks at me. "I'm almost as old as your mother. Almost."