A Man From the Past

by Douglas Fox

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Cream Pie, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Labor Day Weekend, 2007-Kyle Martin gets this answer from his Andy about an answer on a purity test question. This is Andy's response: "It happened last month... I went over to mow the Jackson's lawn. Mrs Jackson was home alone. ...she invited me in for some iced tea. We got to talking... Mrs Jackson must have been really horny. She massaged my shoulders... she teased and rubbed against me. ...she kissed me. Things moved pretty fast after that... We screwed a couple times that afternoon.

Tuesday Evening, January 28, 2016 – Paradise Presbyterian Church

I did a double-take as I saw the man walk into the church with two Tiger Cubs. I recognized him the second I saw him. Tall, probably 6’-5” or so, and muscular, he sported the same light blond hair I remembered from so many years ago. His hair was shorter and his face was more mature. That was to be expected. I hadn’t seen this man in almost ten years. Still, there was no question in my mind. This was the same man I remembered.

The man directed his two boys over to the area where the Tiger Cubs were sitting. He found a seat on the far side of the chairs provided for the parents. I glanced down at the Bear den and my son, Colin. Colin was the tallest boy in his den. I glanced at the man and then back at my son. If I ever had any doubts, I no longer did. My son’s thin build and light blond hair matched this man’s hair and also the hair color of his twin sons. Colin looked nothing like his older brother Nick or the man who gave him his last name, my ex-husband Scott Jackson. Scott and Nick both were short and stocky with dark brown, almost black hair.

My thoughts drifted back to that fateful afternoon almost ten years ago. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The heat of that late July day. The argument I had with Scott that morning. He was taking his grad assistant to a meeting he had on Monday in Portland, Oregon – his female grad assistant. My husband had completed his encryption software and had an offer from a company in Oregon to purchase it for $2.5 million. If everything went as planned, my husband would finalize the deal and we would move our family to Portland. If the deal fell through, my husband had the consolation of fucking his grad assistant for two nights on the trip.

There was a downside to marrying for a professor who chased the coeds. Scott was an adjunct math professor when I took freshman calculus at Franklin and Marshal College. He tutored me and then seduced me. We got careless one night just after Thanksgiving. He got me pregnant. We married a couple months later. I dropped out of college to raise our son. Michelle wasn’t the first coed he’d screwed, though she might be the last while I was married to the cheater.


Saturday, July 28, 2007 – Paradise, Pennsylvania

Scott and I had a huge fight that morning. I insisted the least he could do for our seven year-old son, Nick, was to take him to Nick’s soccer tournament that afternoon. He insisted he needed to pack for his trip. I had done that already. He protested he wouldn’t have time to catch his flight. Hah! His flight was a red-eye out of Baltimore and Nick’s tournament ended five hours before his flight left. I demanded he spend time with his only son. A boy needs time with his father. Our four year-old daughter Alexis asked on going along with Nick and Scott.

Scott, Nick and Alexis left around 11:30 that morning. I had the home to myself. I changed into my smallest bikini. I made myself a sandwich and poured some iced tea for my lunch. I headed out to the back yard and sprawled in our hammock, to catch some sun and to improve my tan. I finished lunch and lay back to tan and enjoy the clear, but warm day.

I napped. I had the wildest dream while I was asleep. I was back in time and enjoying a romp in bed with my high school boyfriend, Dustin Palmer. Dustin and I went steady for a year and a half. My ex was very good in bed, introducing me to many of the pleasures of the flesh before we split apart for college. Dustin went to college at Duke while I was staying close to home, attending Franklin and Marshal in nearby Lancaster, PA.

The dream seemed so realistic, I could feel Dustin’s big dick reaming my insides. God, I was so horny. Scott and I hadn’t had sex in over a month. He protested he was too tired after staying up late perfecting and debugging his software. If he came to bed at a decent time, one of our kids interrupted our potential tryst. I needed a dick and I needed it desperately. That slut Michelle, my husband’s grad assistant, was going to get the dick I needed.

I woke with a start to the sound of a lawnmower. I realized I had a hand down my bikini bottoms and had been diddling myself as I enjoyed my erotic dream. I glanced around. The fence around our backyard provided me with complete privacy. The lawn boy was out front mowing. I kept diddling, trying to bring myself to climax. I played with myself for a couple minutes, not quite reaching my orgasm.

I pulled my hand away quickly when I heard the lawnmower start on the side yard and head for the backyard. Damn! I was close to coming but not quite there. I was so hot, wet and horny and now I wouldn’t get any relief. I glanced at the lawn boy as he pushed the mower into the back yard.

He wasn’t Eric, our substitute lawn boy. A boy named Kyle had mowed for us for the past five summers. Kyle got a full time summer job this summer and had turned lawn mowing duties over to Eric in the middle of June. Eric was a smaller, much younger boy than Kyle. He did a good job over the past six weeks. This boy looked nothing like Eric, who was about 5’-0” tall and didn’t break 100 pounds.

This boy, he was over 6’-0” tall and probably weighed closer to 130 pounds. He was dressed in baggy, knee length shorts and flip-flops. His bare chest was well muscled. He worked out. The blond hair, the thin build and blue eyes – this boy had to be Kyle’s brother. The resemblance was clear. Was he Kyle’s older or younger brother? That wasn’t clear.

I watched as the boy mowed the back yard. The boy had a good tan, like he spent a lot of time outside this summer. His legs weren’t spindly, like a young boys. His calves and thighs were shapely and well-muscled, more like a man’s. I ogled him as he mowed. He finished our front yard quickly. He seemed to take much longer mowing our backyard. I gave the boy a smile each time I caught him staring at me. Poor guy, I gave him an erection, which he tried to hide.

My pussy moistened as I daydreamed. What would it be like to take a ride on that boy’s big tool? Would he be like my first three boys back in high school, clumsy and clueless, or would he be like Dustin, who rocked my world when he did me?

I thought about Scott and his slut of an assistant, Michelle. They would be fucking tonight or tomorrow morning when they got to Portland. Scott is thirty-seven and Michelle is twenty-two, a fifteen year age difference. This boy was maybe fifteen, more likely sixteen. I was twenty-six. We were only ten years apart. If Scott could rob the cradle with Michelle, why couldn’t I do this delicious looking man-child?

Could I really do this? My horniness was making me think nasty things, but that big cock would fill my needy, over-stimulated pussy in exactly the right way. The lawnmower turned off before I could reach a decision. The boy pushed the mower over to my hammock. I swung my feet to the ground, sitting in the hammock and facing the man-child.

“I guess you’re Mrs. Jackson,” he said. “I’m Andy, Kyle’s brother. I’ve taken over his yard mowing business.”

“I’m Mrs. Jackson,” I confirmed. “It is nice to meet you, Andy. I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I was working at Scout camp earlier this summer,” Andy explained. “My friend Eric has been doing our lawns while I was away.”

“I guess you are looking for your pay?” I asked. “Put the mower back in the garage and come inside. I’ll get you some iced tea and your money. I’m sure a cool drink would be nice after working in the hot sun this afternoon.”

“That would be great,” Andy gushed. “It is a hot day.” Andy pushed the mower around the side of the house to the garage. I headed inside to get two tall glasses of iced tea.

Would I go through with this? I imagined the image of my naked husband humping on that slut Michelle. It would serve my cheating husband right if I seduced this man-child. Take a ride on that big, fat cock of his? Why the hell not?

Andy came in through the mud room door to the garage. I invited him to have a seat at the table.

“Here is your $20,” I said. “Enjoy the iced tea.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to appear to make casual conversation.

“Not at the moment,” Andy said. “I’ve had a few over the past year.”

“So you are familiar with the ways of the fairer sex?” I teased.

“Sex?” Andy gulped.

“Girls ... you know, the fairer sex,” I said.

“Oh ... yeah ... I’ve had five girlfriends,” Andy said. Kyle must be around fifteen or sixteen. Andy had that many girlfriends? He couldn’t be Kyle’s younger brother.

“Did you do many lawns today?”

“This is my third,” Andy replied as he took a big gulp of tea. I stood and stepped behind my seduction target.

“Third lawn today?” I said. I placed my hands on his shoulders and massaged them. “You must be tired. I can feel the tension in your muscles.”

“Um ... um ... I guess,” Andy stuttered. I massaged his shoulders a little more and then stroked my hands down his rippled sides. This man-child did work out. He was all muscle and no fat. My tits pressed against Andy’s back. I brought my hands up his sides onto his front, running my hands over his nipples. I rubbed a thumb over each. I felt the man-child shudder.

“Mrs. Jackson?” Andy spluttered. I ran my hands down his sides again and back up his chest, teasing his nipples again. “Um ... um...”

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