The Baby sitter came too. Chapter two

Chapter 2

Mrs Howard’s evening out had been a disaster. As so often happens when work colleagues go out, away from their normal environment, a different side of their personality often becomes prominent. David, who was fairly high in accounts, had turned from an essentially nice guy in his office persona, to a sexual predator when the shackles of office politics were removed.

Dinner had been okay. The Italian restaurant had been a little overpriced, but the food and service had made up for the cost. Initially, David had been the perfect companion, holding the door open for her and seating her at their table as a gentleman would. He had even consulted her on the choice of wine to accompany their food and chatted about general topics while they ate. But, afterwards, after the bill was paid and they had left the restaurant and walked for a while along the embankment of the city’s river, under the festoon lighting, his manner changed. As if a switch were turned on, his sexual predation swung into action.

They had sat on one of the many benches that lined the path and continued to chat about themselves, illuminated by the moon and the lighting. Suddenly, his words dried up, his mouth sought hers while his hands pulled at her clothing, mauling at her breasts and trying to part her knees. Did he expect that she would engage in a coupling here and now, in full view of the other couples that traversed the path? Was the man mad?

Her gentle refusal to allow his fumbling hands access to her body produced a violent reaction. Suddenly, his mood changed yet again, to anger, even to rage. He viciously hissed at her, reminding her that he had paid for dinner. Her retort, “Do you see that as payment for sex,” earned a sharp, backhanded slap to her face. He then, spun on his heel and left her there without looking back, miles from anywhere in the darkness of the park. He left her, almost running to be away from a failed encounter. Her revenge needed to be planned, but revenge she would have when she returned to her part-time job.

Eventually, she found her way out of the riverside park and hailed a cab. Robert, standing at the foot of the stairs, just inside her street door, was the first friendly face she had seen since, wordlessly, she had taken his hand and led him upstairs to her bed. She needed the comfort of a warm body next to her; she needed desperately to be held and soothed, but more, she needed to have a man inside of her to release the pent up fury, loneliness and frustration that threatened to overcome her completely. Her actions were unthinking, raw emotion commanded and demanded that she obtain a release, like any animal, living on nerves and instinct, Robert was the valve to allow her to vent her hurt and bruised self esteem.

She didn’t remove her make up, but left it smeared and streaked across her face, her clothes, usually carefully folded and put away, hit the floor in a desperate, untidy heap. Her panties and hose fell around her ankles just a second before she grabbed the bemused boy by his upper arm and pulled him to her on the bed.

She attacked him using her lips, mouth arms and legs. Her teeth nipped at his skin while she raked his flesh, leaving red welts in parallel lines over his chest. Then she had his cock in her mouth, sucking him with a wild abandon, her fist wrapped around his root, squeezing and coaxing him to erection. Frenetically, she forced him to the back of her throat until a gag reaction stopped her going any further, then, just as frenetically, she sucked him and fucked his hardening cock between her lips as if she couldn’t wait for him to give her his seed to swallow.

Robert didn’t quite know what to do. He lay on his back, smarting from the wheals she had raised on his chest, but also not knowing what was expected of him. At first, he lay stiff, with his arms beside him, knees straight while she abused his dick with her insistent mouth. His nerves and confusion about what was happening prevented him from really engaging in the act. But, then blood and nervous synapse took control of his responses, his knees came up, effectively parting his legs and giving her full access to his groin, his hands, as if of their own volition, ran through her auburn tresses, massaging her scalp and urging her on to take him to completion.

His earlier exploits meant that he was able to hold on to the moment of orgasm, but her wild ministrations were getting him rapidly to the point of shooting his load, his thighs clamped and thrust, while his buttocks squeezed together, forcing his hips up. She must have realised at some fundamental level, that he was getting close because she suddenly stopped sucking him and grasped his root firmly while she scooted up and sat astride him, guiding his throbbing phallus into her warm and wanting cunt.

She sunk down on him, burying his cock deep inside of her body. Then, she began a pelvic rock that rubbed her clit between his pubic bone and her own, creating a delicious friction that soon had her gasping.

Robert looked up at her, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown slightly back, exposing her throat with veins pronounced under the stretched skin. A brown mole between her tits that had been a beacon in his adolescent years drew his notice, which then, took in her swaying breasts. Her nipples, hard and effused, pointed at him, silently begging him to touch and fondle them. He obliged, taking both at the same time between thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on them. The effect was immediate, she stopped the pelvic rocking and started to fuck him properly, lifting and then plunging down to take him to her very soul inside of her.

The pace quickened, becoming more urgent as her climax approached. She supported herself with one hand braced on his chest; the other slid between her parted legs and viciously pulled and pinched at her clit, desperately bringing the onrush of climax.

Robert’s cock was rigid with blood, pulsing with need and getting ever closer to exploding inside the object of his young wet dreams. She was now getting very close as well, the combination of her fucking him, her fingers tormenting her most sensitive nub and his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, was taking her to that most special place of total orgasm, when the nerves jangle, bodies lose fluid in a violent reaction to the sensory overload and coherent thought is impossible.

Her teeth gritted in a primal grin, her breath escaping between parted lips and then she came, throwing her head back as wave over wave of pleasure overcame her. Her sweet orgasm flooded and soaking his groin as the last throws of her movement allowed her essence to escape around his cock. Sated, she sat astride him, feeling his twitching deep inside, nudging her womb entrance. Then, Robert involuntarily thrust upwards, driving him deeper still. His hot come spurted, then spurted again as his cock pulsed. She felt every throb as he emptied into her chamber and delighted as he emptied his spend.

She disengaged and climbed off of him to lie alongside his prone body and nestled against his cheek, whispering, “thank you.” Her head rested on his chest and in a few seconds was breathing deeply, asleep, contented and sated in his arms.

Unseen and silent, a figure moved away from the slightly open door to return to her bedroom, a secret smile playing over her mouth.

Robert waited until she had rolled away into a foetal position, her back to him, before he slid out of bed, found his clothes and quietly left the house to the sanctuary of his own bed, a few houses away.

The next morning, after he slept like a dead man, his mother roughly woke him telling him he had a call. Bleary eyed, he stumbled down the stairs and picked up the receiver off the wall.

“Hello.”

“Robert? It’s Mrs Howard, we need to talk, come over in an hour. Abby will be at school.” She hung up without waiting for an answer.

The time passed with him pacing the floor of his room. Had Abby told her mother what had happened? How much trouble was he in? He fretted and watched the clock as an hour trickled away at the pace of what seemed like minute long seconds.

He watched the school bus drive away from the vantage of his bedroom window, then, almost tore the back door off its hinges as he rushed out to confront her.

She was waiting for him, the door open and a look that that might strip wallpaper on her face. His heart sunk as his bottom lip began to be bitten in his habitual way when he was anxious. She stepped aside to let him in, then, closed the door with a click. Her house-coat swishing as she spun around to confront him.

Without preamble, she launched straight into what she had to say, not even taking him into the sitting room, but rather letting fly at the foot of the stairs in the hall.

“What happened yesterday was all wrong; totally wrong Robert.”

Robert hung his head and mumbled that he was sorry.

“What did you say?” She had her arms akimbo, staring him down.

“I said I’m sorry.” He kept his eyes down. “I know it shouldn’t have happened, I’m responsible and I am sorry.”

“What have you got to be sorry about you silly bugger?” Her manner was aggressive, borne out of a defensive position. She walked into the sitting room, not looking to see if he was following. “It’s me who should be saying sorry so keep quiet while I get this off my chest; Sit.” She pointed to the settee.

Robert was confused, he thought that she had found out about what he and Abby had been up to, but instead, she was making the all the wrong noises for someone who was about to chew him out for fucking her daughter and the expected fury that that would prompt. He slumped into the settee nervously; waiting for her to say whatever it was she had to say.

“What happened last night was a mistake Robert and cannot happen again. I took advantage of you and I am sorry.” She sat on the edge of an opposing settee, clasping her hands together between closely shut knees. Her eyes carried a forlorn message of hopelessness, “I was upset when I got back....” Her tone softened; “…and I needed… something; a hug… someone to hold… I don’t know, but what I did to you was unforgivable. You have been a real friend to Abby, and me; I trust you and betrayed that trust in a moment of weakness. Please forgive me?” She looked at him, imploring his understanding silently now that the first rush of words was out.

Robert remained quiet for a moment, trying to organise his thoughts and not say the first thing that came into his head. This was one of those rare moments when emotions and truth all come together, a moment when nerves are raw an open to the slightest dent or wound, a moment when the wrong word could ruin everything forever. He wanted to tell her how much he had dreamed of exactly what happened last night; he wanted to tell her that it had been the culmination of wishes, so long in the making. It was also a moment for soul bearing, but he thought to keep his experience with Abby a secret, knowing that Jean would not understand or accept it in any way.

“I wanted it to happen…” he began; “…I have wanted for us to be together for so long, ever since Mr Howard left. I have dreamed of a night like last night and it came true at last, so you have nothing to be sorry for. You needed a friend and I was able and more than willing to be that friend; I will be happy to keep on being that friend, for as long as you want me.” He looked at her, staring at the top of her bowed head, willing her to look up into his eyes so that she could see the truth of what he was saying and how much he really wanted it to be. Her shoulders gently shook, her silent crying became obvious to him after a few seconds; Robert thought his heart would break. Without thinking, he jumped up from the settee to sit beside her and threw his arm around her heaving shoulders. His selfless action opened the floodgates; she sobbed like a child, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked; she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her and patted her back in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears.

When, after a little while, her sobs lessened, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, turning her to face him. He kissed her lips lightly, then, kissed her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. He wiped at her cheeks as she sat, still in the embrace of his arm as if she were the younger one of the two. Then, he kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her lips and the sweetness of her breath. For him, it was a moment of pure love, his heart aching at her obvious pain and wanting to take it all away if he could. Her lips parted in response to his kiss; what had been a chaste touch of lips, was now, becoming something else entirely.

She swivelled on the edge of the settee, knocking her knee against his and turned her body toward him. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing him into her, pulling him close so that her breasts squashed against his chest. He clasped her, feeling each breath as it was drawn into her lungs; her heart as it hammered against her ribs as if to break out. Her tongue snaked out, between his teeth in an exploratory search, he responded in kind, tasting the sugar of her morning coffee on her tongue.

“I have been so lonely.” She whispered into his mouth. “Take me to bed?”

Robert broke the embrace and kiss to stand up. He offered his hand, pulling her up when she took it. Silently, he led her up the staircase with its white balusters and stained handrail and then into her bedroom. The bed was unmade the sheets in an untidy mess, the duvet scrunched up to one side and the pillows bunched into crescent shapes where her head had been.

Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him guiding her by the shoulders, then, gently pushing her backwards so that she sat on the edge of the bed. He untied the ribbon bows of her housecoat one at a time, starting at the nearest to her throat and working downwards to reveal her lilac silky chemise underneath. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and kissed each of them as she sat there immobile, her arms hanging at her sides. Then, he slipped the thin straps of the silky garment off of her shoulders; it was loose enough to pass over her breasts with a little help from him. They bounced slightly as the fabric passed over her nipples. She continued to sit, transfixed, her breasts bare to his gaze, the chemise bunched around her hips and her housecoat a crumpled heap behind her.

Robert thought that he had never seen a sight like it before.

He knelt, cupping one breast and mouthing the other, drawing her nipple between his teeth. She shivered slightly as the electrical touch evinced a reaction. She shook her arms out of the thin loops of her chemise and held his tousled head, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth as it suckled on her teat. A familiar fire began in her belly, spreading out to engulf her. It had been so long since a man had stoked that particular flame, it was a familiar tension deep inside her belly, but had almost been extinguished since her husband had left. The few occasions she had taken her brother-in-law to bed had never pricked the insular wall she had built around her loneliness or inner self. Her juices flowed unnoticed, lubricating and preparing her sex for his entry, it was a delicious feeling, and she gave herself to the abandon of sex.

Jean lay back over the discarded clothing on the bed, drawing her breast away from him, but exposing her whole body to his gaze. Although she was almost twice his age, she had remained trim, having regained her figure after Abby’s birth. Her tits were slightly on the small size, a reasonable B cup, but adequate she thought. Her stomach had flattened with the exercises she had religiously done to tone up; her legs, she thought to be her best feature, were long and toned with the remnants of summer sun still remaining as a light tan to her skin.

He remained kneeling between her legs that dangled over the edge of the bed. Slowly, his hands covered her knees then, slowly travelling up in parallel lines, over her thighs, meeting at her mons, then, over her stomach in a delicate touch that had her tingling in anticipation. They continued up until at last, grasping her breasts with his thumbs rubbing her already hardened nipples. The whole movement was languid and sensual, almost like a gentle massage. Her desire rose as the heat in her belly increased in intensity.

Then, she sighed as his lips found her moistened cleft. His tongue darted out, parting her lips to find her clit. Her pubic hair, kept short, but still giving a full cover, tickled his nose; he ignored it as her taste and smell overtook his sinuses. The first touch of her clit on his tongue brought forth a squeal and a yip of electric tension from her. Jean’s legs drew up and spread to allow him full access to her most sensitive nerve centre.

The tip of his nose replaced his tongue, rubbing against her excited clit as he pushed the organ into her cunt to get the whole of her taste over his waiting buds. He tongue fucked her slowly, squashing his nose against her pubic bone, trapping her clit and causing a friction, delicious in the heat until she moaned and shuddered through a mini orgasm. Her essence trickled in a slick stream; he loved her taste and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life doing just this, knowing that it brought her pleasure and delighting in his ability to please her so. Pretty soon though, the friction became uncomfortable for both of them, it was time for him to make love to her, to enter into her golden box and savour the delights of passion, so often dreamt of.

He stood and grasped her bent knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His rigid cock quested for her sex, but slid over her clit at his first attempt to enter her body. Jean gently grasped his manhood and guided him to her waiting cunt. Robert shuffled forward, feeling the bottom of the bed rest against the bridges of his feet, then, with a pelvic thrust; his cock entered her warmth until the whole length was buried inside of her. She raised her legs and brought them closer to rest on his shoulders but allowing her enough space between to be able to rub her clit as his insistent thrusting brought her to another, more fulfilling climax. She came in a gush, soaking the bedclothes and the floor at his feet.

Robert’s cock ached for his release; the pressure had built to an intolerable level, holding on was not going to be an option for very much longer. His groin tightened while his balls produced seminal fluids and spermatozoa that would soon be flooding into her warm and willing womb. Then, his climax rushed upwards, amalgamating in confusion of orgasm. He sprayed his come against the walls of her cunt, spurt after spurt ejected from him as his thrusts became suddenly jerky and uncoordinated and his knees looked to be on the point of collapse.

He disengaged from her to lie alongside, facing her still heaving body where her breath was being drawn in ragged gasps. He threw an arm over her, cupping the opposing breast and would have fallen into a deep sated sleep were it not for her need to say something.

“Robert… that was… Oh! Never mind.” Apart from breathing, she seemed to be having a problem with what it was she wanted to say.

“What Jean? What was it?” He urged her.

“You have no idea how I needed that,” She said at last, “but it was so wrong.”

“Did it feel wrong?” He asked, knowing what her body had told him.

“It felt wonderful.” She snuggled against his sweat soaked skin. “It felt wonderful and exciting and I am so fucked.” She scooted across the bed so her legs were no longer dangling over the side. Robert shifted with her then held her as she curled into a foetal ball with her ass pointing towards him.

“How was it wrong?” He persisted. “Do you mean the age thing? Or is that you see me as something less than a man?”

“No not that… well perhaps because you are almost half my age, but you have been coming here baby-sitting for a few years now, I have watched you grow from a gawky kid into a fine young man. You should be out with a nice young girl your own age, not fucking some old desperate divorcee who should know better.” There, she had said what she meant to say a few minutes ago, but it didn’t make her feel any better about what was happening. She did like the feel of his arms around her and the warmth from his stomach where her ass was pressed into it.

“I told you, I have dreamt of this for so long now I can’t remember when it began. Laying here with you, is truly a dream come true for me, I can’t believe it has happened and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here right now.” He was rewarded with a grunt; Jean was rapidly falling into a contented sleep, sated and replete in his arms. He slept too; all thoughts of Abby erased from his mind.

Later, sometime around noon, she woke and was disorientated for a few seconds, finding another in her bed where, she was used to feeling nothing but a vacant space. Then the memory flooded back as he stirred. Her thoughts raced around in her head. Was it possible? Could it be? What about the neighbours? What would her ex-husband have to say, especially where the custody battle had only just been completed? What would his parent have to say about it? So many questions danced across her mind, raising more questions in their wake, but the prevailing question was the age difference; he is only sixteen and I’m thirty almost. It is impossible; or is it? The fact that she had become a mother at his age had little to do with her thinking, just that, perhaps in a few years time, or even sooner, he would tire of her and she would be alone again. Could she compete against younger girls? Could she handle that or the accusing fingers or scorn from the neighbours. And so the endless warring questions criss-crossed her mind, tying her up in knots of doubt. The more she thought about it though, the more she was persuading herself that it could never work and that, if she had any feelings for him, she would let him go to find an attractive girl, more suited to his age.

Then, each and every one of those thoughts dissipated into so much ethereal smoke when his vivid blue eyes opened and he smiled at her as she came into focus. Without hesitation, Robert kissed her mouth, pulling her to him and, as if nothing had happened an hour or so earlier, the fires of passion immediately were stoked into life. His cock hardened and pointed at her as if to say, you are mine.

She took him in her mouth, bringing him to the point of climax, then Crying, “Oh God!” as he slowly fucked her. Her worries flew away with each stroke until she was left with nothing but sheer instinct in the act of procreation.

The day continued with them in bed, alternately snoozing and fucking each other in a variety of ways, using whatever came to mind, mouths, hands and tongues. Jean thought that the highs this young man was taking her too had been a place never to be visited ever again after her separation and divorce. Robert seemed to know instinctively, exactly where and how to touch her in order to bring her to a plateau, she hadn’t needed to direct him very much, but in those few instructions she had given, the reward was far more than she could have expected. He was a fast learner and seemed to have an unlimited and inexhaustible amount of stamina.

For Robert, what had happened and was happening by the minute only reinforced the love he had for her. He hoped that she might fall in love with him in the passage of time. Already, he had differentiated between love and lust, a rare thing in one so young.

Later, when both of their desires were more than satisfied, they talked, making wild plans, but realising that, for the moment, Robert needed to stay at home, finish his studies then, if they still wanted each other, make their partnership a more permanent thing. In the meantime, they could share a secret sexual liaison.

He showered at last, cleaning of the smell of their combined essences before heading for home and the chance to reflect on a turn of events far beyond his wildest dreams.

His first night staying over in Jean’s bed was to open a can of worms, but that was in the future and still, Abby was far from his thoughts.