I babysitted a teenage boy and gave him a biology practical.

The story of Jasmine, a sexually frustrated woman making a sweet young boy named Flin cum on her sweet juicy thighs.

I had always been a very sexual woman. Since my teenage years, I had explored many fantasies and been with multiple men. But after moving to this new city, I had calmed down...until now.

I needed money, so I took a job as a babysitter for a rich family in a luxurious penthouse. Their only child was Flin, a 14-year-old boy, short, baby-faced, with soft hazel eyes and an extremely innocent personality.

When his parents left for a three-day vacation, they left me in complete charge. Three full days alone with a shy, untouched 14-year-old boy who was just starting puberty. That excited me more than I wanted to admit.

By the afternoon, once his parents were gone, I changed into something much more revealing. I wore only a silky black bra and matching panties. Nothing else. At 29, my body was still tight and alluring, and I knew exactly how to use it.

I walked into the kitchen with a slow, sensual sway. Flin was stirring caramel on the stove. When he turned and saw me, his eyes widened and he took a nervous step back.

“Make sure you don’t burn the caramel,” I said in my usual strict voice.

“Yes, Aunt Jasmine,” he replied quietly, but his eyes kept darting to my body.

“Umm… Aunty… should I get you some clothes?” he asked innocently, blushing hard.

I smirked and stretched the front of my bra, then pulled at my panties teasingly. “These are clothes, Flin. Are you saying Aunty is not properly dressed?”

He gulped. “Oh… so… as long as these parts are covered, it’s okay?”

“Yes,” I said, sighing as I walked behind him and pressed my body firmly against his back. I wrapped my arms around him, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his lower belly.

“I can see better from here,” I whispered into his ear.

Flin’s breathing became shaky. “Umm… okay…”

I slowly moved my hands, one stroking his chest, the other sliding down his lower abdomen, teasing the edge of his shorts. I felt his small body tense up.

“Umm… Aunty… this feels weird…” he whispered nervously.

“Shhh. Keep stirring,” I ordered sternly. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

I pressed my breasts harder against his back and lowered my lips to his ear.

“If you make a mistake, Aunty will have to punish you,” I warned, letting my hand drift lower until I traced my fingers over the small bulge forming in his shorts.

Flin jumped and let out a cute, surprised sound. “Ahn! What was that, Aunty?”

I smirked as he accidentally spilled some caramel.

“Tch tch tch… such a clumsy boy,” I said, stepping back. “Go wait in the living room. I’ll clean this up.”

Later, I walked into the living room. Flin was standing near the large glass window, drawing in his notebook. He blushed deeply when he saw me again.

“Flin, come here,” I commanded, curling my finger.

“Yes, Aunty,” he said shyly and walked over.

“Did you finish your math homework?”

“Yes…”

“Good. And the biology textbook I gave you?”

“I read some… but it got hard after page 150,” he admitted, looking down.

I smirked. “Page 150? The sexual reproduction chapter?”

Flin gulped, his small erection becoming visible again.

I stepped closer, towering over him. “The book is boring. Today, we’re doing a practical lesson.”

“Practical…?” he asked, looking nervous.

“Yes,” I said, posing with my hands under my breasts. “Aunty is going to teach you about bodies. Yours and mine.”

I looked at him sternly. “Take off your clothes, Flin.”

He froze. “But… that’s naughty… and wrong…”

I glared at him. “I said, take them off. Now.”

Flin immediately obeyed out of fear. He removed his shirt, revealing his smooth, fair chest, then shyly pulled down his shorts. He quickly covered his small, hard penis with both hands.

“Move your hands away,” I ordered.

He hesitantly lowered them, standing completely naked and blushing furiously.

I walked up to him and swatted his hands away completely.

“Stand straight,” I commanded.

He stood up properly, looking extremely embarrassed.

“What is this?” I asked, pointing at his little erection.

“A… male penis?” he answered shyly.

“Good boy. And these little hairs?”

“They appeared recently… because of puberty,” he said quietly.

I smiled and slowly pulled my panties down, stepping out of them. Then I removed my bra, standing fully naked in front of him.

I held the back of his head and pushed him down gently but firmly.

“Kneel and take them off properly for me, Flin.”

He knelt obediently and pulled my panties down the rest of the way, his nose brushing against my pussy.

I looked down at him dominantly.

“Now… have you ever touched your penis before?”

“I used to… but Mom said it was bad, so I stopped,” he replied shyly.

I knelt in front of him and wrapped my fingers firmly around his small, throbbing shaft.

“Awww… look at this cute little thing,” I said in a teasing, dominant mommy voice as I began stroking him slowly. “Such a shy little boy… but your penis is already so hard for Aunty.”

Flin let out a soft, shaky moan, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air, not knowing what to do with them. His knees trembled slightly as he stood there completely naked in front of me.

“Umm… Aunty… this feels really strange…” he whimpered in his small, childish voice. “It’s tingling a lot…”

I looked up at him with a dominant smile, still stroking him at a slow, steady pace.

“Shhh. Don’t complain, baby,” I said firmly, my voice low and commanding. “Aunty is teaching you something important. Good boys stay quiet and let their babysitter play with them.”

I tightened my grip just a little and stroked him from base to tip, watching his small body react. Flin gasped cutely and rose up on his toes for a second before settling back down.

“Ahh! Aunty… it feels too sensitive…” he whispered, his face burning red with embarrassment.

I chuckled softly and leaned forward, letting my warm breath tease the head of his little cock.

“You’re so cute when you squirm like this,” I purred in a husky, dominant tone. “Look at you… 14 years old and already leaking for your babysitter. How pathetic and adorable.”

I continued stroking him slowly, sometimes squeezing gently at the head, sometimes running my thumb over the sensitive underside. Flin’s breathing was getting faster and more uneven.

I looked up at him with a strict but seductive gaze.

“Keep your hands behind your back, Flin. Aunty doesn’t want you hiding anything from her.”

He obediently put his hands behind his back, looking extremely vulnerable and shy. His small penis twitched repeatedly in my hand.

I leaned in closer and placed a slow, wet kiss right on the tip of his cock, then licked it gently with my tongue.

Flin jerked hard and let out a surprised, high-pitched moan.

“Ahn! Aunty! That… that feels really weird… but good…” he admitted in a tiny embarrassed voice.

I pulled back slightly and gave his cock a light slap with my fingers.

“Did I say you could speak without permission?” I asked sternly, raising an eyebrow.

Flin shook his head quickly, looking properly scolded. “No, Aunty… I’m sorry…”

“Good boy,” I praised, my voice sweet but controlling. “Now stay still while Aunty plays with your little penis. Understand?”

“Yes, Aunty…” he whispered obediently, his voice trembling.

I smiled and wrapped my hand around him again, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements while my other hand gently caressed his smooth balls.

“Such a tiny, cute cock,” I teased in a mocking mommy voice. “But it’s all mine for the next three days. Aunty is going to teach you so many dirty things, my shy little boy.”

I smiled with satisfaction as I watched Flin standing so obediently with his hands behind his back, his small body trembling slightly. His little penis throbbed cutely in my hand as I continued stroking him with slow, deliberate movements.

“Look at you,” I said in a low, teasing voice. “Standing so nicely for Aunty like a good little boy. Does it feel good when I play with your tiny cock like this?”

Flin nodded quickly, his face flushed deep red. “Y-yes Aunty… it feels really tingly…” he whispered shyly, barely able to speak properly.

I let out a soft, amused laugh and tightened my grip just a little, stroking him from the base all the way to the sensitive head.

“Speak properly, baby,” I commanded sternly. “Use full sentences when Aunty asks you a question.”

Flin squirmed and let out a small whimper before answering, “It feels really good, Aunty… especially when you squeeze the top…”

“Good boy,” I praised, my voice dripping with control. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Now keep your eyes on me while I touch you.”

I leaned forward again and slowly dragged my warm, wet tongue along the entire length of his small shaft, from his balls all the way to the tip. Flin’s knees buckled slightly and he let out a cute, high-pitched moan.

“Ahh! Aunty… that feels so strange… but nice…” he breathed, struggling to stay still.

I pulled back and gave the head of his cock a light but firm slap with my fingers.

“What did I say about speaking without permission?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, Aunty!” he said quickly, looking properly scolded and embarrassed. “I won’t speak unless you tell me to…”

I smirked and rewarded him by wrapping my soft lips around the head of his penis, sucking gently while my tongue swirled around it. Flin’s whole body jerked and he let out a long, shaky moan, his hands clenching behind his back.

I pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at him dominantly.

“You’re leaking already, little boy,” I teased, licking the small bead of precum from his tip. “So sensitive… so easy to control. Aunty likes that.”

I stood up slowly, towering over his small, naked frame. I took his chin in my hand and made him look up at me.

“Get on your knees properly, Flin,” I ordered softly but firmly. “Aunty wants you to kiss her body. Start from my thighs and work your way up. Be a good boy and show me how grateful you are.”

Flin hesitated for a second, looking nervous and overwhelmed, but he slowly dropped to his knees in front of me. His small hands rested shyly on my thighs as he leaned in and placed a soft, innocent kiss on my inner thigh.

“Higher,” I commanded, my voice strict.

He obediently kissed higher, moving slowly up my thighs. His breathing was fast and nervous against my skin.

“That’s it… good boy,” I purred, running my fingers through his soft hair. “Kiss Aunty’s pussy....these lip like thing you see”

Flin froze for a moment, clearly shocked, but the fear of displeasing me won over. He leaned forward and placed a shy, gentle kiss right on my smooth, wet pussy lips.

I let out a satisfied moan and gripped his hair a little tighter.

“Again. Use your tongue this time, baby.”

Flin hesitated, his face inches away from my pussy. His breathing was fast and nervous.

“I… I don’t know how, Aunty…” he whispered shyly, looking up at me with those big, innocent hazel eyes.

I gripped his hair a little tighter and pulled his face closer, my voice firm and commanding.

“You don’t need to know how, baby. Just stick your tongue out and lick. Aunty will teach you.”

Flin stuck his tongue out awkwardly and gave my pussy a shy, uncertain lick. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue on my sensitive folds made me moan softly.

“Good boy,” I praised in a husky voice. “Again. Lick properly this time. Use the flat part of your tongue.”

He obeyed, licking me again, longer and slower. His movements were clumsy and inexperienced, but that only made it hotter.

“Mmm… that’s better,” I moaned, gently rocking my hips against his face. “Lick between the lips, baby. Taste your babysitter’s pussy.”

Flin whimpered softly but kept licking, his small hands resting nervously on my thighs. His face was bright red with embarrassment, but he didn’t stop.

I looked down at him dominantly, biting my lip.

“Look at you… on your knees, licking your babysitter’s pussy like a good little boy. Does it taste good, Flin?”

He pulled back slightly, gasping for air, his lips shiny with my wetness.

“It… it tastes weird… but sweet, Aunty…” he admitted shyly.

I smirked and pulled his face back between my legs.

“Then don’t stop. Keep licking. Aunty wants to feel your tongue inside.”

Flin pushed his tongue forward, trying his best to slide it between my folds. His innocent attempts were adorable and arousing at the same time.

I moaned louder and held his head in place with both hands, gently grinding against his mouth.

“Yes… just like that, my little toy,” I said in a strict, seductive tone. “You’re doing such a good job for Aunty. Maybe I’ll reward you later.”

After a few minutes, I finally pulled his head back. His face was flushed, lips wet, and he was breathing heavily.

I stood over him and looked down with a controlling smile.

“Stand up, Flin.”

He quickly got to his feet, his small penis rock hard and twitching in the air.

I stepped closer, pressing my naked body against his. I could feel his little cock poking against my thigh. I wrapped one arm around his waist and used my other hand to stroke his cock slowly.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

Flin looked up obediently, his eyes full of nervousness and lust.

“You’re going to be Aunty’s little secret for the next three days,” I whispered firmly into his ear. “You will do everything I say. Understand?”

“Yes, Aunty…” he whispered breathlessly.

I kissed his neck possessively, then sucked on it hard enough to leave a small mark.

“Good boy.”

I stepped back slightly and looked down at Flin’s small, throbbing penis. It was twitching visibly, desperate for attention. I smirked and sat down on the large sofa, spreading my legs elegantly.

“Come here, Flin,” I commanded softly but firmly.

He walked over shyly, his hands awkwardly covering himself again. I immediately swatted his hands away.

“Hands behind your back,” I ordered.

Flin obeyed quickly, standing naked in front of me with his little erection pointing straight up.

I slowly ran my hands up my own thighs, caressing my smooth skin while looking at him with a dominant gaze.

“You’ve been such a good boy so far,” I said in a low, teasing voice. “Now Aunty wants you to do something special. I want you to rub your little penis on my thighs.”

Flin’s eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.

“R-rub… on your thighs?” he repeated in a tiny, nervous voice. “But… that’s really naughty, Aunty…”

I leaned forward and gripped his small erection gently, giving it a slow stroke.

“Yes, it is naughty,” I said strictly. “That’s why you’re going to do it. Now step closer and press your cock against my thigh. Rub it like a good boy.”

Flin hesitated for a few seconds, blushing furiously, but eventually stepped forward. He carefully placed his small, hard penis against the smooth skin of my right thigh. The moment it touched me, he let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Like… like this, Aunty?” he asked timidly.

“Start moving your hips,” I ordered. “Rub it up and down. Slowly.”

Flin began moving his hips awkwardly, sliding his little cock along my soft thigh. His movements were clumsy and unsure, but the feeling of his warm, throbbing penis rubbing against my skin made me smile with satisfaction.

“Mmm… good boy,” I praised, watching him closely. “Look at you… rubbing your tiny penis on your babysitter’s thigh like a desperate little puppy.”

Flin whimpered softly, his hips moving a little faster as he got lost in the sensation. His small hands stayed obediently behind his back.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I asked, my voice dripping with control.

“Yes, Aunty…” he whispered breathlessly. “It feels really warm and soft… I feel like I want to move faster…”

I chuckled and placed my hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer so his face was near my breasts.

“You can move a little faster,” I allowed, “but don’t you dare cum without Aunty’s permission. Understand?”

“Yes, Aunty…” he moaned softly, now rubbing his cock more eagerly against my thigh. The head of his little penis left small wet streaks of precum on my smooth skin with every stroke.

I watched him with a satisfied, dominant smile as the shy 14-year-old boy humped my thigh under my strict commands.

Flin’s small hips started moving faster against my thigh. His breathing grew heavier and more desperate as he rubbed his little cock along my smooth skin.

“Aww… look at you,” I cooed in a sweet but mocking voice. “Getting so rutty already. Does Aunty’s soft thigh feel that good on your tiny penis, baby?”

Flin whimpered and nodded quickly, his hips now moving in short, needy thrusts. He was pressing harder against my leg, sliding his cock back and forth with more urgency.

“Hunggh… Aunty… it feels so good…” he moaned softly, his voice cracking.

I let out a low, amused laugh and gripped his hair gently, pulling his face closer to my breasts.

“Hawwwn… such a greedy little boy,” I purred, my voice thick with dominance. “Look at you humping Aunty’s thigh like a horny little puppy. You’re making such a mess already, leaking all over me.”

Flin’s movements became even more rutty. His small hips jerked forward repeatedly, rubbing his throbbing cock desperately against my thigh. His breathing was ragged, and soft, helpless moans kept escaping his mouth.

I stroked his hair lovingly while speaking in a slow, commanding tone.

“That’s it, baby… hump Aunty’s leg harder. Show me how much your little 14-year-old cock needs me. Hunggh… yes, just like that. Rub it nice and fast. Aunty wants to feel how excited you are.”

Flin let out a cute, desperate whine and started thrusting more frantically against my thigh, his small body trembling with pleasure. His hands were still obediently behind his back, but his hips had a mind of their own now.

“Aunty… I feel so weird… hunggh… something is building down there…” he whimpered, his voice high and needy.

I smiled darkly and pressed my thigh firmer against his cock, giving him more friction.

“Aww… my poor little boy is already getting close?” I teased, my voice dripping with control. “You want to make a big mess on Aunty’s thigh, don’t you? But remember — you are not allowed to cum until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, Aunty…” he moaned breathlessly, still rutting desperately against my leg like he couldn’t stop himself.

I leaned down and whispered hotly into his ear while he continued humping me.

“Good boy… keep rutting. Show Aunty how badly you’ve been wanting this.”

Flin’s hips were moving faster now, almost frantically. His small cock rubbed desperately against my smooth thigh, leaving wet streaks of precum with every thrust.

“Hunggh… Aunty… hunggh… it feels too good…” he moaned cutely, his voice high and shaky.

I watched him with a wicked smile, my hand still gripping his hair.

“Aww… listen to you,” I purred in a sweet but mocking tone. “Making such pathetic little noises while you hump Aunty’s thigh. Hawwwn… you’re getting so rutty, baby. Does my soft leg feel that nice on your tiny cock?”

Flin nodded desperately, his hips jerking forward even faster. His breathing was ragged and uneven.

“Yes Aunty… hunggh… I can’t stop… it feels so tingly…” he whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.

I laughed softly and pressed my thigh harder against him, giving him more friction.

“That’s right, my little boy. Keep rutting. Rub your pathetic little penis on Aunty like the horny boy you are. Hunggh… yes, just like that. Faster, baby. Show me how needy you are.”

Flin’s small body trembled. His hips started moving in short, quick, desperate bursts. He was practically fucking my thigh now.

“Hawwwn… Aunty… something is happening… hunggh… I feel really weird down there…” he moaned loudly, his voice cracking with desperation.

I gripped his hair tighter and spoke in a strict, dominant voice.

“You better not cum without permission, Flin. Aunty didn’t say you could finish yet.”

But Flin was too far gone. His hips moved even faster, rutting wildly against my thigh as his moans grew louder and more broken.

“Hunggh! Aunty… I’m sorry… hunggh… I can’t hold it… ahh… ahh!”

His whole body suddenly tensed up. His small cock twitched violently against my skin as he came without permission.

Thick, warm spurts of his young semen shot out onto my thigh in several powerful pulses. Flin’s knees shook and he let out a long, high-pitched moan as he kept rutting through his orgasm.

“Hawwwn… look at what you did,” I said in a sensual, disappointed mommy voice. “You came all over Aunty’s thigh without asking for permission. Such a naughty, disobedient little boy.”

Flin was still panting heavily, his small cock twitching with the last drops of cum dripping onto my skin. He looked up at me with wide, guilty eyes, clearly terrified of what I would do next.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Aunty…” he whispered breathlessly, his voice small and scared. “I didn’t mean to…”

"Time for you punishment......I will making you a true man Flin.....".

Getting impregnated by a 14 year old kid was not on my bucket list, but the thought of having making him into a young dependant on me father, made me even more relentless. The ways I fucked him and taught him are a story for another day, specially that one time when I fucked him for the whole night until he fainted.