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...”

“You must be tired from your work,” I cooed in his ear as I massaged his shoulders again. “How would you like a tip – a nice massage before you go out in the hot sun again?” I looked down at the man-child’s lap. His erection was back. He baggy shorts tented obscenely. A wet spot was forming around the head of his cock.

“A massage?” Andy stammered. “I ... I ... guess so.”

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him from behind, allowing my hard nipples to press into his bare back. I gave Andy a kiss on the neck and then nibbled at his ear lobe.

“Let’s go back to my bedroom,” I suggested as I pulled Andy to his feet and twisted him to face me. My hands were still around his neck. I pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. His tongue met mine. We deep kissed for half a minute before pausing. Damn, this boy knew how to kiss.

“Bedroom?” Andy asked. “You want to go to the bedroom?” His hands went to my tits. He gently caressed them and then teased my nipples. My pussy gushed at the stimulation. Damn! This boy did know how to handle a female. I was going to scratch my desperate pussy’s itch this afternoon. I undid my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Andy eagerly felt up my tits before ducking his head down to kiss, lick and suckle at my tits.

I allowed Andy to enjoy my tits for about thirty seconds before I suggested, “Bedroom?”

“Let’s go,” Andy agreed readily. I led my soon-to-be lover back the hallway to the master bedroom.

I pulled my bikini bottom down before sitting down on the bed. Andy stared at my nakedness, mesmerized. I reached out and pulled him down beside me as I lay back on the bed. One of Andy’s hands went for my tits. The other hand snaked under my neck and held my head in position so we could deep kiss. God, Andy was a good kisser, way better than my cheating spouse.

He rolled his body partway over mine, resting his weight on one elbow so he didn’t crush me. He continued fondling my tit for a bit as our tongues dueled and teased one another. His hand drifted down my stomach, heading for my womanhood.

Andy gently teased my clitoris before dipping his fingers into my sopping wet slot. This boy was no virgin. He knew a woman’s anatomy too well to be a virgin. One finger penetrated my hungry hole while his thumb went up and teased my clit again. If only Scott were this good at turning me on! I squirmed as this man-child drove me to a glorious orgasm.

I squirmed and sighed as I enjoyed the best climax I had in more than two or three years. Andy knew to keep his thumb off my clitoris while I orgasmed. He kept his finger plugged into my hole as my pussy clenched and pulled at the slim invader. God, I needed Andy’s cock!

I sat up and pulled at his shorts after I recovered. “You ready to fuck me?” I demanded.

“I am ready,” Andy agreed as he untied the string holding up his shorts. I pulled them down and Andy hopped out of bed, dropping them on the floor. He climbed back in bed between my out-spread legs.

“Take me,” I begged.

“Patience,” Andy responded as he sprawled his body over mine. He held his chest just above mine, resting on his elbows. I deep kissed Andy while he hunched his hips up and down. I hadn’t dry humped since I was a teenager in heat. I had forgotten how good this feels.

“I am ready for you now,” I begged. “Fill me with this big cock of yours.”

Andy dipped his hips lower and notched his cockhead against my hole. The experienced boy didn’t even need a hand to position his cock. “Ready?” I gave Andy a smile and kissed him. He thrust his hips forward, impaling his cock into my needy pussy. He pushed deeper and deeper, prying apart my pussy walls. I could feel his rippled cock skin tease the folds and bumps in me. God, this boy was good. He was big too, bigger than anyone who had ever screwed me in my life.

Andy pumped his cock in and out with long, slow strokes at first. I tried to savoring feeling of this big cock spearing into my belly. God, it felt so right. Andy would speed up and do shorter strokes for a bit and then return to the slower strokes. This boy knew exactly how to turn on a woman.

I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm. If Andy managed to bring me to a vaginal climax, it would be the first in my life. I enjoyed his stroking and pumping. He crashed his pubic bone into my clit, teasing it as the boy did me missionary style.

“This is...” Andy panted as he fucked me. “ ... great. Thank you, Mrs. Jackson.”

“I think you... [pant] can call me ... Kitty,” I stammered as the boy screwed me silly. He just kept going ... and going ... and going. Normally high school boys don’t last long. Dustin, even after screwing me for a year, didn’t last more than a minute and a half or two minutes.

Andy had been thrusting for almost five minutes. My orgasm was so close. Andy’s face was flushed and I suspected my ride was almost over. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

“I’ll try...” Andy panted. “ ... Kitty. I’ll... [pant] try.” Andy pumped his cock in and out faster. The extra stimulation was what I needed.

“OOooohhh ... GGGGod...” I gasped. “Mmmmoooore ... plllllleeeeasseee...” Andy stroked in and out with short strokes, mashing my clitoris with every hump. Stars exploded in my eyes as my orgasm crashed over me. My vaginal muscles throbbed and gripped at Andy’s cock, begging to be bathed in the boy’s come. I hugged him to me as he pistoned his cock in and out repeatedly. Andy might have lasted fifteen seconds before he grunted, thrust hard into my writhing body and froze.

“I’mmm ... commmmminnnggg...” Andy rasped. I felt his big cock swell and then throb in my belly. Andy collapsed on top of me as he ejaculated his come into my desperate, hungry pussy. I hugged the spent boy to my sweaty body. God, this was exactly what I needed.

Andy gave me short kisses and hugged me as we recovered from our mutual climaxes. I did think of one thing, much too late. Today was the 28th. My period started on July 14th. This was a bad day to be having unprotected sex with Andy. What if he knocked me up?

We cuddled and kissed as we came down from our sexual high. Andy wonderful, big cock plugged my hole for a minute or so while we recovered. Inevitably that lovely organ lost its hardness and flopped out of my pussy. I expected to feel a gush of juices when that happened. I didn’t. I understood where Andy’s load of sperm went – sucked up by my hungry womb.

“You are an amazing lover,” I commented between kisses. “You must break a lot of high school girls’ hearts.”

“Um ... yeah, I guess,” Andy agreed. “They seem to have fun.”

“I bet they do,” I agreed. The kisses became more ardent. Our tongues dueled again. My hands rubbed up and down Andy’s back as we made out. Andy’s cock become erect again. He squirmed on top of me, sliding it up and down my wet slot.

“Do you know about sex positions?” I asked.

“Positions?” Andy asked. “You mean like missionary, doggie style, cowgirl, spooning or...”

“Doggie style,” I said. “I always like the way a cock stretches me in that position. You up for round two?”

“Round two?” Andy parroted. He rubbed his cock up my slot, on and then over my clitoris, with intent. “I could do round two.” I rolled Andy off me and got on my hands and knees. Andy clambered around me and took position behind me, kneeling between my legs. He flopped his big hard-on against my ass crack. He rubbed his tool up and down a couple times.

I felt fingers feel for my opening. A moment later Andy’s bulbous cockhead pressed against my opening. Andy put his hands on my hips and thrust forward. He slipped his big cock smoothly into my pussy. I savored the feelings as Andy’s fat tool pried my pussy open and thrust along the ripples and folds inside.

This experienced boy bottomed out, bouncing against my cervix. God, I loved deep penetration. Andy pumped his cock in and out of me. Our skins slapped together as he boffed me. There is one nice thing about a teenaged lover – lots of energy. Andy pounded into me, driving my lust and need higher.

Andy stroked his cock in and out. I pushed back in rhythm with his thrusts, enjoying his vigorous fucking. He drilled me for three or maybe four minutes. The tingle was developing in my bottom. I reached between my knees and began diddling my clitoris.

“Harder,” I begged. “Do me... [pant] harder...”

Andy leaned over me, resting his chest against my back. One hand came around and grasped my right tit. I was half crazy from my diddling, Andy teasing my nipple and feeling my tit and, of course, his stimulating fucking. We rattled the bed as he rode me.

I moaned and panted as this teen fucked me hard. Finally, my needed orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenched and tugged at Andy’s cock as he kept pounding it in and out of me. My throbbing pussy must have been too much for Andy. He slammed into me a couple times and then I felt his weight sag onto my back. His cock swelled and throbbed as this teen seeded me again with his sperm.