Didn't Realize I Had Been His Babysitter Till Afterward

I'm 37, recently divorced, one kiddo. I started dating again and found to my joy that younger guys still flirt with me. I flirt back, and there was this one young grad student who really got me going. He was gorgeous and we ended up making love in his trailer. We were both really into it and explored every part of each other's body.


There were things that made me feel strange, like there was something I was trying to remember but couldn't. He had small birth marks in a couple specific places, and they seemed familiar. Other things I couldn't put my finger on. We made love until we were exhausted, and afterward, just lay together and talked for a while. He told me about himself first, and when I heard the details of his life, that's when it hit me. I used to baby sit him, off and on, from the time he was an infant until he was two. I was 15 when I started and 17 when we moved away.


It felt weird to know I changed this kid's diapers and bottlefed him countless times, trying to calm and cuddle him when he was rowdy, putting him to bed and hoping he'd stay asleep. Now he was a virile young man who had just made me orgasm like I hadn't in years.


I talked to him about myself, but only my life as an adult. I didn't know how he'd react if I told him the truth, and I didn't even know what I was feeling myself exactly. I'll probably never see him again, but it was a surreal experience.