Babysitting

A forty-something woman is asked to babysit a neighbour’s young son. She has a secret fetish for little boys’ cocks and takes full advantage

My heart was pounding wildly and my hand shook as I replaced the handset of the phone in the cradle. I had just been on the phone with your mother who had called to ask me if I would babysit you on the coming Friday evening when she and your father were going to a local dance at the town hall. It was hardly babysitting in the true sense but more a case of “keeping an eye” on you. What she had no clue about was the fact that this request was all my dreams come true because I had been eyeing your physical development whenever I joined your family in your swimming pool. I had relished every moment of watching you develop physically right in front of me and now as adolescence approached and your body began to fill out, I enjoyed it even more.

It was as if your milky-white body had been sculpted from marble with perfectly flawless and hairless skin, flat abdominal muscles and of course the cutest of tight little buttocks. I was also very aware of the fact that in front, your young penis was beginning to develop because I could see the outline through the tight fabric of your bathing trunks and this used to cause me to salivate when I thought how nice it would be to see you totally naked for the first time.

I had to admit to the fact that I adored young boys, and now the opportunity had arisen for me to actually carry out this fantasy of mine. I knew that I would have to take little steps at a time in order not to “spook” you if I wanted to groom you to be a future lover of mine. As I worked out my somewhat wicked plan of how I was going to go about this, I could feel my mature sex getting wetter and wetter and I thoroughly enjoyed the feelings in my nether regions. The plan suited me perfectly because my young son was going to a sleep-over at a friend’s house that evening.

As the day drew closer, I became ditsier as my brain worked out all of the scenarios which could possibly present themselves. For the whole week I was in an elevated state of arousal and had to masturbate often (at least once a day) to relieve the pressure which was building in my body.

I arrived at your house at the prescribed time of 19h30 armed with my sling bag containing my nightclothes (not that I ever wore them) but at least all my toiletries were packed because your mother had suggested that I sleep over in the spare room as they expected to be home late. The door was answered by your parents who were hustling and bustling to get on their way; “Oh Megs, won’t you please make supper for Rob. We just have scrambled eggs on toast on Friday’s so that will be fine. There just hasn’t been time to get everything done.”
With that, they were on their way and I made my way to the kitchen where I could hear the TV was on. When I walked into the kitchen, you greeted me warmly with that disarmingly perfect white smile of yours and sparkling blue eyes. As always I tousled your brown hair with my hand and gave you a huge hug. You were dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and had obviously just come out of the pool because I could feel that your hair was still damp. I had just started preparing your dinner when the phone rang; you stood up and dashed to the hallway where the telephone table was situated. While you were gone and I was busy at the cooker, I realised for the first time that the skirt I was wearing, was inappropriately short and that bottom of my buttock cheeks was just visible when I stretched up to get spices off the rack just above the cooker.

“That was just my mom reminding me that I still have to bathe and that she has packed my pyjamas in my top drawer. I’ll go and run the bath so long shall I?” you asked, clearly wanting to please me. “By the time the bath is ready the food will be done, then you can eat first and take your time in a leisurely bath.” I responded with my heart pounding at the prospect of you getting naked for a bath. “Do you want me to check in on you?’ I asked with a quavering voice, hoping that your response would be affirmative. Thankfully you replied with a hesitant “Yes, please! That will be nice!” In a flash, my plan was falling into place and my excitement was almost uncontrollable.
All I wanted was for you to eat and go and get into the bath so that I could put the rest of my devious plan into action. You seemed to be just as eager because you wolfed your food down, thanked me and made your way to the bathroom. “I’ll be up shortly!” I called after you to ensure you remembered that I would be paying you a visit. As soon as you were gone, I ran the palm of my hand over my hairy and very sensitive pubic mound, allowing my fingers to dwell between my slick love lips just a little longer than was necessary. I couldn’t believe just how sexually I was driven at that moment. I waited five minutes and drank a glass of water just so that it didn’t appear that I was too eager. As I made my way to the bathroom, I realised that I needed to pee and that made the logistics of the visit a little more difficult because those older style houses had the toilet in the bathroom and I would be forced to relieve myself with you in the bath, a spectator as it were.

I knocked gently on the door before pushing it open, as I stepped inside I was engulfed by a beautiful cloud of scented steam, so thick that I could hardly make out your form in the bath. “Rob, you’ll have to close your eyes because I need to pee.” I warned you as I made my way to the toilet bowl; “That’s okay auntie Megan, my mother often comes to wee when I am in the bath.” That response made me a lot less self-conscious as I pulled my black tanga panties down to my knees and seated myself on the bowl while you watched intently the whole time reclined in the bath with a wash flannel covering your genitals Amazingly, there was little or no self-consciousness between us at all and that was working in favour of my grand plan.
I suppose we were at ease with the situation after all the years I had watched you maturing in front of me. My stream tinkled loudly into the water at the bottom of the bowl and I was half-finished when you suddenly asked a question; “Auntie Megan, is there something wrong with me? My thing gets so hard and it stays like that for ages sometimes!!!” you lamented as you pulled the wash flannel away to reveal a very proud little erection which was standing so erect that it looked like a finger protruding from your groin. I smiled warmly at your wonderful naivety and guessed that an Anatomy 101 lecture was about to commence but remained completely entranced by your perfect little penis standing so proudly erect with its long prepuce covering and guarding the swollen pink glans beneath it.

“Has your mom not spoken to you about the changes in your body?” I pried, knowing the answer would be negative because I knew her to be quite prudish when it came to such matters. I got up off the toilet, leaving my panties on the floor as I stepped out of them. I knelt next to the bath and told you to stand up, revealing your steaming perfect young body to me and sending my hormones into absolute turmoil. “Do you mind if I touch as I explain things to you?” I asked as I took your throbbing shaft between my fingers running them slowly all the way up to your long foreskin which I slowly and delicately rolled over your glans. I explained the parts of the penis to you before letting my hand cup your scrotum which because of the hot bath water was hanging loose and free. God! How I loved the feel of your young balls in my hand!
I asked you if you knew what masturbation was and while explaining I gently guided your hand and you how to take the foreskin and roll it over the glans, taking care to explain to you that the glans is very sensitive and can sometimes be too much stimulation to the point of being uncomfortable. At that point my face was just centimetres from your young little cock and acting on impulse I engulfed it in my mouth, enjoying the feel of the hard knob against the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t believe that I was fellating your ultra-hard little penis!!!! I looked up and saw that your eyes were closed and your head was thrown back in absolute enjoyment of what I was doing to you. “Auntie Megan, may I see your titties?” you suddenly asked.
I disengaged my mouth somewhat reluctantly from your cock and stood up so that I could open my blouse to show you what you wanted. I had just finished breast-feeding my son, so they drooped rather seductively with two very erect nipples adorning both of them.
That particular moment as I stood completely naked being scrutinised by most favourite young boy was so intimate that I was sure that I was going to start lactating. I finished soaping your perfectly sculpted body, paying extra attention to our boyish buttocks before drying you off completely with a thick terry towel while planting little kisses all over your nudity. “You can come and cuddle with me in bed tonight if you wish and I will show you how to masturbate properly.” I offered with a lust infused voice.

I led you to the spare bedroom and climbed naked (as always) between the sheets. You followed me into bed and snuggled up behind me with your still-erect little cock pushing against my naked thigh. I decided to read “Wind in the Willows” to you and as I read you snuggled up closer to me till you could suckle on my nipples. After just a few minutes I felt the “let down” mechanism in my breasts kick in and I began lactating strongly; “Stop! Stop! You’re going to make me cum!” I groaned as I felt that most deeply maternal form of orgasm mounting deep inside me.

I then turned my attention to your youthful pleasure and with one hand I used your foreskin to stimulate your glans while I took the throbbing shaft between my fingers of the other hand and gently stroked it until you began to whimper and your hips shuddered as a small amount of clear fluid percolated from your young slit as your experienced your first orgasm. Your beautiful young cock continued to twitch animatedly for another few minutes after you came. When it finally deflated, I took it in my mouth to feast on the remains of your virginal nectar. The last thing I did for you that night was to show you the pink insides of my hairy, hungry cunt. “When you are a little older, I’ll let you put your cock inside there! But in the meantime, what we did tonight must remain our little secret, okay?”

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