If I have to choose a category, this'll have to be a confession. This story is part fantasy, part experience. Which is which? Well, isn't the blurred line what turns us on?

My daughter turned twenty a few years ago. She and her friends threw a big party to celebrate the milestone together. They rented a hotel ballroom, and asked some of their parents to chaperone the whole thing. Because kids like to say they want to be independent, but aren't they glad mommy is there to prepare the food and clean up the mess.

Anyway, I'm manning (or womanning?) the bar, serving drinks, making sure the kids don't get too drunk, or that none of the boys try to spike a drink. The party goes fine. My daughter is having fun, nobody passed out horribly, so that's my job well done.

It's close to 2am. I'm on the end of my shift. Kids are still partying, but things at the bar are slow at that point. I've been riding the line between tipsy and drunk for most of the evening. There's this girl that comes for a drink. I've seen her at home before, she worked on a school project with my daughter. That was maybe 5 or 6 years prior. Her name is Claire. She has long, black hair, and cute brown eyes. She usually wears glasses, but she didn't at the party. She's wearing a nice blue dress. Her make up is nice and discreet and it highlights her face just perfectly.

My inebriated brain thinks she's cute. I mean, she objectively is. But she's also young enough to be my daughter. In fact, I know her birth date is the same month as my daughter's. Taboo says there's too much of an age different age here. And I find the thought attractive. Normally, I would leave it at that. But the alcohol in my system allows the thought to linger.

Claire asks for something without alcohol. She doesn't like alcohol, she says she saw her mother drink herself asleep too many times. I ask her how the night is going. She says it's okay, but I feel she's not having a great time. From what I remembered, Claire was one of the quiet ones. The kind that's a loyal friend once you get to know her, but who might seem cold when you don't.

We strike up a conversation. Eventually she tells me nobody's asked her to dance, and she didn't really have the courage to ask anybody. I tell her if I was her age, I'd happily dance with her. She blushes a little bit. She finishes her drink and she's about to leave the bar. "Thanks for the drink, Missus J" she says.

I correct her. "It's Miss J now, all single and ready to mingle," I joke, but also not really. She was leaving but she stops in her track and turns back to the bar. I'm not sure if that piqued her interest or if it was like a pity thing, but she said she was sorry to hear that. We talk about the fallout between me and my now ex. Nothing dramatic really, we just both agreed there wasn't much chemistry left and decided to end it.

Towards the end of the conversation, I'm pouring myself a drink. "Didn't you have enough of it already?" she says. She's right of course, I've had more than enough. So I pour myself a coke instead and sip on it for a while. Claire stayed at the bar and pulled out her phone. Not sure if she's actually reading something or just doing it to keep me company. At 2am on the dot, one of the other parents comes to relieve me of my duty.

I go to leave the bar, but I'm a little wobbly. This is when you realise you were drunk the whole time. The parent offers to help me away, but Claire says she'll do it. I tell her I booked a room at the hotel. I kinda knew this would happen, and also I live all the way across town. I know other parents have booked rooms as well, so it's not weird.

I put my arm around her shoulder, and she does the same. That's how I notice she smells nice, like strawberry I think. And the skin on her shoulder feels soft. The lingering thought is still there. She's cute, she's young, I'm aroused. We walk to my room. I open the door. She helps me all the way to the bed. She's about to leave when I ask "Do you want to dance with me?"

"I don't think you're in a state to dance," she says. Nonsense, I think, and I get up and immediately start falling. She catches me before I fall though. I don't think I did that consciously, though maybe my drunk brain is more devious than I think. But I'm holding Claire in my arms now. Or more like she's holding me, but still counts.

She helps me sit back down on the bed. "Are you going to be okay?" she asks. I tell her she can go back to the party, but she says she's just going to go home. I ask her why she doesn't want to stay, she says it's not really her scene. Shocking revelation, I know. "A cute girl like you shouldn't be going home alone," I say. She blushes again. "You are cute, you know," I say. She's flustered. In my drunken state I'm straight on hitting on her and she doesn't know how to respond.

Then I start bringing my face closer to hers and close my eyes. I'm drunk and horny, I'm going for it. I half expect to be slapped or pushed away. But then I find her lips. It's just a little peck, but she lets it happen. I open my eyes. I can see she's like paralysed. I think she's struggling with the fact I'm old enough to be her mom. I can see she's having conflicting thoughts, and she's having all these feelings sober! No wonder she can't process it.

I say "I'm sorry, I don't know what took me over." She doesn't say a word, she's still stunned. Finally she says something. "I've never kissed a girl before." I put an arm around her. She doesn't flinch. I move closer. I close my eyes again. This time I don't go for a peck. This time I put my lips against hers. Then I push my tongue past her lips to find hers. I bring my other hand to caress her face while we're still kissing. I'm not sure if it's her perfume or her lipstick, but her kiss tastes like strawberry.

I break the kiss. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" I ask.
"We shouldn't," she says
"We're both adults here."
"You could be my mom."
"Is it wrong I think that's exciting?"
She doesn't know what to reply.
"If you don't feel comfortable, I'm sorry," I say.
But she doesn't leave.

I slide a strap of her dress off her shoulder. Then the other one. I pull the top of her dress down. She's braless. Her boobs are small, but nicely shaped. I put a hand on one of them. She puts her hand on mine. We kiss again.

I start unbuttoning my blouse. She helps me finish. I take it off. I'm wearing a bra, nothing fancy, just comfy. She unclasps it. My breast are bigger than hers, I'm a D cup and she's probably a B. She's transfixed by them. "You can touch," I say. So she does, with both hands.

After that, I put both my arms around her and pull her against me for another long kiss. I feel her breasts against mine, my hand are gently caressing her sides, and she still tastes like strawberry, I'm buzzed, I'm horny, I'm flush with all the best emotions. If there's a heaven, that's what it feels like.

I break the embrace. "She me yours, I'll show you mine," I say. She gets up. She pulls her dress completely down. She's wearing black lingerie panties. It's the really nice kind that you'll wear on a date when you expect somebody will see them.

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and she helps me pull them off. I'm wearing plain undies. Had I known, I would have worn something sexier, but she doesn't complain. I take her panties down. She does the same for me.

I have a bit of a stubble, but I'm shaven. She has a full bush. It's trimmed around the edges, but it's a jungle down there. Doesn't bother me though. I think I even said "nice bush" out loud when I saw it. I lay back on the bed. She lays on top of me. We kiss some more.

This is so good, but I'm also so tired. We were cuddling and she got up. I'm not entirely sure why. I think I asked her to make sure the door was closed and locked. But while she was up, I fell asleep.

The next morning, my head is pounding. I wonder if it was a dream for a second, but I can feel her breath against my skin. I'm on my back, left arm around her. She's on her side, cuddling me, her left arm over my torso. We're both naked. I bring my right arm around to caress her arm.

She starts moving ever so slightly. I stop touching her, and I say softly "wake up". Her eyes open. She smiles to me. I smile to her. I'm not sure how to talk about what happened, so I don't and instead I tell her I should get going home. She says she should too.

I dress up. She dresses up. I open the door, check the corridor. It's clear. I don't kiss her goodbye, I shake her hand. I don't know why I did that. I watch her leave and then I decide to use the bathroom and get a shower.

Under the shower, I think about last night. I think about Claire. I think I shouldn't have, she's too young for me. But I think her lips taste so good, her skin was so soft, her breast were so cute. I let the hot water run, and I put a hand on my clit. Then I put my other hand on my vag. And I masturbate how I know best, massaging my clit and putting a couple fingers in at the same time. I keep at it until I come, which doesn't take very long that time.

I think now that's done, I can forget about it. I was drunk. It was a mistake. I probably won't see her again anyways. Just let it go.

The end?

Well, if it's a question mark, you know it's not, but that'll have to be another story.