The Baby sitter came too. Chapter three

Chapter 3

The long hot summer waxed into autumn and then, in turn, to winter. Both Robert and Abby celebrated birthdays with the passing of gifts and then more gifts as Christmas came and went.

Abby was cast as a shepherd in the nativity play at school. Jean and Robert laughed with the rest of the audience when baby Jesus landed on his head with a loud thud and Mary wore a mortified expression that was a classic picture and then again, when one of the wise men forgot his lines, to be reminded by a rather loud stage whisper from the wings.

Christmas had been hard for Abby. Her father might have left home, but it seemed that he had also left her as well as her mother. His card had a cheque for one hundred pounds, but nothing else. No words of love or that he was missing her or even an invitation to come and see him in his new house. In her mind and with the astuteness of a young girl, the money was by way of absolution for his conscience. In that one thoughtless act, he had alienated his daughter beyond repair. She was not likely to forgive the latest and greatest betrayal.

Jean had noticed a change in Abby. She had always been a little dizzy and somewhat clumsy and loud, but she had suddenly become much more self-assured, displaying a quietude of manner, as if she were carrying a secret. Abby also displayed rather more affection toward Jean with impromptu hugs and consideration of her space. Jean found herself liking Abby more, she loved her of course, as a mother does her child, but at another level, they were becoming friends who shared little moments, a kindred closeness. Jean thought that it might be the result of her father leaving home, perhaps a basic need to know that at least one of her parents was a constant in her life, so, didn’t question it, just enjoyed the bond they were developing.

Abby herself, was quite content. She had achieved her goal in seducing Robert. She would have liked to visit that special place again, but it pleased her that her mother and Robert were involved. She liked how her mum bounced around and became more like a girl, she liked that Robert was around occasionally and thought that perhaps, she might get another chance with him sometime, but was in no hurry and really didn’t want to spoil her mother’s secret or happiness. In seducing Robert, she had stepped over a threshold, had experienced that which her fantasies had promoted to an elevation far beyond the event, and, in a moment of maturity, way beyond her years, knew that she would one day, reach that goal of sexual summit again, but only when she was ready and rather more well equipped to handle it.

Robert’s exam result arrived. They were not brilliant, but good enough to take him to college where he wanted to study physical education. He was better than okay at most sports, but liked the idea of teaching it. To do that, he needed at least to obtain a degree in sport. He also needed to take higher exams in English and Math. September saw him embark on a path that he hoped would shape his future career and lead on to a teaching degree.

Jean also was progressing in her job. The chance to increase her hours had come at just the right time, allowing for a better Christmas with the extra income. It suited her needs and still allowed her to be home in time for Abby’s return from school. Her revenge over David came from an unexpected quarter. Imelda, a fairly new receptionist, very publicly and very loudly announced that it would be a cold day in hell before she went out with such an animal like him. Then, went on to inform everyone who was interested, that he had left a defenceless woman in the middle of London when she refused him sex. Although she didn’t mention Jean by name, it was common knowledge, at least amongst the women in the office and then, by most of everyone else. Many eyes turned to Jean who was sitting quietly, watching the interaction. By implication, it was accepted that she had been the victim of this predator. David’s humiliation was total and complete. Wordlessly, his face florid in embarrassment, he fled the office and found another job a week or two later.

Time and circumstance conspired to keep Robert and Jean apart. They managed an occasional secret coupling, usually frenzied and hurried, taking the infrequent opportunities when Abby was visiting friends after school. By tacit agreement, they hid their romance from everyone, preferring that things not be public, at least for the time being.

Spring came with melting snow and a gradual rise in the ambient temperature. The days grew longer and warmer. Then in turn came Easter as a celebration of the end of the harsh, cold weather. It was also Jean’s birthday.

Abby had baked a cake. Secretly, she had been preparing it at her best friend’s house with the help of Alice’s mother. The finished article was really very good. The icing over the rich cake was quite artistic and the writing in fluorescent green spelling out, ”The best Mum in the world”, was neatly done.

Abby called Robert to come over, conspiring with him that she had baked a cake as a surprise. She let him in through the back door. They waited side by side in the living room; both bearing gifts while Jean finished her shower. Abby’s cake sat on the table, candles ready to be lit, and her hand-made card alongside.

Robert’s gift of a crucifix was burning a hole in his pocket where he was so eager to give it to her. He had managed to appropriate a bottle of wine from home and had stashed it in the fridge to chill.

Eventually and completely ignorant of her waiting audience, Jean came down the stairs wrapped in a bath towel and rubbing her hair dry with another. She stepped into the living room to be confronted with a “Ta-Dah!” from them both.

She froze in mid rub, her arms raised above her head, holding the towel in place while her brain caught up with the scene of the two of them patiently waiting for her appearance. The sight of the two people she loved more than anything in life, standing side by side, almost tore a wracking sob from her throat in a sudden up rush of emotion.

“Oh!” She managed to quell the sob, swallowing it. Then her eyes found the cake and in an instant, took in the workmanship and labour that had gone into its making. “This is a nice surprise.” The ineptitude of her words made her wince a little. What she really wanted to say was something more along the lines of; what a fantastic, heart wrenching pleasure, a cake that had love lavished in its creation, a cherubic face, gleefully waiting to spring the surprise and a young man, eager to please her in any way he could. That it was a scene she would treasure forever.


“Happy birthday!” They yelled in unison, delighted smiles on both of their faces when they realised that she was completely bowled over by the surprise. Abby rushed over and threw her arms around Jean’s shoulders in a hug. They laughed, almost falling over in the fierceness of Abby’s momentum. Robert came over rather more circumspect to add a chaste kiss to Jeans cheek, but was immediately enfolded in interlocked arms by them both. He hugged them back with an arm around each of their waists and received a kiss from Jean and Abby. Privately, he realised for the first time that Abby was as tall as Jean and had developed quite a bit since summer. Guiltily, he pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about what had happened between them, preferring to compartmentalise that event into the “to be forgotten area of his mind.”

They broke apart to present their gifts. Abby puffed out in pride in the fruits of her labours and the accolades that came with them. Jean enthused and congratulated her daughter at the quality of the piping on the cake and artistry of her card.

Robert’s gift was received with effusive thanks and immediately put around her neck. A private look passed between them that promised a rather more, in depth thank you was owed and would be paid. Jean left the two of them cutting the cake into quarters and then eighths to get dressed. She awarded herself some little time to pamper herself a little, rubbing in a fragrant moisturiser all over her skin, then a light atomised spray of Jean Paul Goutier, eau de par fame. She admired her body in the full-length mirror that resided in the corner of her bedroom. For a thirty something with another year under her belt, she didn’t look at all bad she thought.

“I would fancy you myself.” She remarked aloud and then laughed at herself as she inspected the curve of her bum as far as possible in a two dimensional image. She selected a figure hugging pair of jeans and a top that flattered her breasts. These were pulled over a matching set of thong and push up bra she had bought for herself in “La Senza”, a present she gave to herself with Robert in mind.

Dinner was almost formal, sitting around the dining table, candles as a centrepiece and a glass of wine each. They laughed and chatted, enjoying the familiarity of each other’s company then, later, played trivial pursuit, cheating outrageously and giggling all the way through it.

Eventually, Abby yawned and stretched with her arms held vertically aloft. She kissed her mother good night with an embrace around her neck that said rather more than goodnight. Then she kissed Robert’s cheek, also wishing him a goodnight, but with a theatrical wink as if to say, I’m clearing out of the way so you two can play.

Robert sat in an armchair, pleasantly comfortable, watching the dancing flames of the fire. Jean had got up to turn the lights down low now that Abby had gone to bed. She sat on the floor at his feet, resting an elbow and then, her head on his knees, her feet curled under her.

He felt an ache in his heart. She was so damned attractive; he loved her hair, the subtle changes of shade. He loved the shape of her neck and the curve as her neck joined her shoulders. He adored the freckles she had on her shoulders; small splashes of colour, as if flicked from a paintbrush. Her breasts, even though she thought of them a small, were perfect as was her flat stomach and neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. These memories of her saw him through his day, but also distracted him from his studies at the oddest times.

His wandering thoughts were brought back into sharp focus as her hand wormed between the teeth of his opened zipper to find his cock. He hadn’t felt the slider being pulled down in his relaxed state, but was now fully awake.

She found his flaccid organ and freed it from the confines of denim. It looked slightly ridiculous, poking out of his jeans, but either Jean didn’t notice, or could care less as her lips encircled the dark head and the warmth of her mouth drew blood into the rapidly hardening rod.

She scooted around a little, making it easier for her to suck him into her mouth and with hands behind his knees; she pulled him forward so that he was prone in the armchair.

Jean had allowed an inch or so between her lips, but then stopped and knelt up. Deliciously slowly, she popped the button of his jeans and tugged them over his hips and down to his ankles. She undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt and tucked the ends under him. Deeming him prepared, jean deliberately slowly, lowered her mouth to his glistening cock, licking his eye with the very tip of her pointed tongue and then running it around the flanged edge of his cock head. He twitched and moaned and then gritted his teeth as her head sank lower, allowing him entry into her mouth. He felt her teeth gently rasp over his sensitive nerve endings as his cock continued the agonisingly slow progression into the warm haven of her mouth. She had over half of his twitching phallus now in the most intimate embrace she could give, but was not content, she had determined to swallow the whole length, but didn’t want to gag, so, by going slowly, she thought that she might achieve her goal and make it something special for him at the same time.

Millimetre by millimetre, she sank lower, pushing him deeper, trusting that he wouldn’t thrust and ruin the effort. Fully engorged, the girth forced her to open her mouth a little wider, but still she continued to ease him deeper. He was now passed the back of her tongue, passed the point where her gag reflex would have kicked in normally. His hair tickled her nose; then he was right to the back of her throat, there was no more to engulf, his whole length nestled in her warmth. In an inspirational moment, she had the idea to nod her head, rather than bob up and down. The effect was to create a gentle massage to his dick. Somehow, she managed to breath as the rocking motion brought him to a shuddering climax. Her reward was his semen, hot and urgent, flooding her throat and passing into her stomach.

Robert hadn’t moved a muscle while she took him to a heavenly orgasm. He didn’t dare move, not wanting to spoil the deliciously slow crescendo that she had given him, but now he had come and she had released him from the prison of her mouth, he touched her hair and then, cupped her face as she wiped a globule of his spend from her lip.

“Let’s go to bed.” She said, getting up from the floor and offering her hand. She hit the light switch as they passed hand in hand to mount the stairs and continue what had been the best birthday she could remember.

Sometime later, after Robert had returned the favour with his mouth clamped to her clit while he worked two fingers over her “G” spot and then fucked her slowly, with a passionate tenderness until she had locked her feet behind his buttocks and pulled him into her body as far as he would go, they fell into a sated sleep, locked in an embrace, her head on his chest, his arm protectively around her shoulder.

Jean woke early in the morning and reached for his dick, hoping to feel him inside her one last time before the constraints of their lives took control of the day. She found a hand already wrapped around the base of his shaft. Suddenly wide eyed, she raised her head from the pillow and found that Abby had crept into the bed, sometime in the night. She had hold of the sleeping Robert’s cock in a vice like grip, but was, to all intents, asleep herself.

Jean didn’t know what to do for a few moments. She knew that Abby was sexually curious, she even knew that her vibrator had found its way out of her ‘special’ drawer and had a fairly good idea that Abby might have used it. Jean thought that, although this might be a little early in Abby’s development, suppressing it would probably be more harmful.

But having her active with a man was a step too far. Somehow, she was going to have to broach the subject, perhaps it was way passed time for the Mother daughter chat. In the meantime, she had to do something with this little scenario. She peeled back a finger at a time, Abby’s fist and with a few sleepy grunts, but little else, managed to free Robert’s stiff cock from the grasp of her fourteen year old’s grasp. She gently woke him, silencing any waking noises with a kiss and then a finger on his lips, urging him to quiet.

He slipped from the bed noiselessly. Abby stirred and turned over but did not wake. Silently they left her to sleep on while they showered and fucked in the locked bathroom.

Jean told him about what had happened. Robert blushed, but managed no to blurt out that he had known when Abby got into bed, or that he had slipped a finger into her lithe little body while she rubbed him until he came over the sheet or that he had in fact, fucked her daughter, at her insistence, some time back now.

Later, after Robert had returned home, the conversation between Jean and Abby didn’t go exactly how she expected it to. It started off okay, a general chat about boys and sex, but then Jean had to mention that getting into her bed was now off limits.

“Occasionally, Robert and I will be in bed together. I know you are happy that we are together and I know you are adult enough to realise what goes on when that happens, but it is something between him and I Abby, not for you to share.”

“Why not?” Abby asked, guilessly.

“Well for one thing, you are too young.”

“To young for Robert do you mean?” Her faced portrayed a perfect innocence.

“Well, yes as a matter of fact, but also too young to be sexually active.” This was getting a little deeper than Jean felt comfortable with, but the next words from Abby were devastating in their argument.

“Like Robert is too young for you?” The barb sunk deep. “I mean, he is nearly half your age isn’t he, but it doesn’t stop you from screwing him now does it?” Abby looked into her mother’s eyes and knew that she had won a moral victory, she also knew that if she drove it too far, irreparable damage would ensue, so decided to be gentle with her fragile mother’s feelings. “I know what goes on between you, but that makes me happy. I like the way you are when he is around and I like what it does for you, he’s much better than anyone else and that includes dad or Uncle Keith.”

Somewhat defeated, Jean broke the connection of eyes. The truth of what her daughter was saying hit home. Yes Robert was way too young for her, but it was also true that her heart skipped a beat when he was near. Jean realised, perhaps admitting to the fact that she had developed a love for him. No! That wasn’t right, she loved him with a passion and really wanted for them to take it further. She wanted him all to herself and in a way, felt selfish about it.

“You are right Abby. Robert is too young in the eyes of the world. I doubt many would accept what we feel. All I know is that I want him, can’t live without him at any price.”

“Any price?”

“Yes.” A tear traced a course over her cheek at the fleeting thought that they wouldn’t be together.

“So, if I said that part of that price is that we share him, how would that be?” The trap was set and all it needed was for Jean to fall in. “Would that be too much of a price?” But Jean had known where this was headed and had already prepared an answer.

“Yes… and no. Abby, you are my daughter, you’re only fourteen and I must protect you and raise you as best I can. I can’t allow you to become involved in some kind of sexual relationship. It would be a dereliction of my duty.” Jean sniffed a sob back. “But if I have to, I will give up Robert or anyone else until you are old enough. It would break my heart, but if that is what is necessary, then that is how it will be.”

“Ha! A dereliction of duty, whatever that means, well mum, it is too late, I have had sex more than once and enjoyed it. I was careful, I went to the Doctor’s a year ago and have been on the pill since; so, I won’t get pregnant, unlike you.” She paused for effect, waiting for her mother to catch up. “So, my terms are, if I chose to and Robert is willing, I will take him to my bed, unlike you, he will not make me pregnant.”

“I’m not pregnant.” It was the easiest thing Jean could pick up on from the revelations her daughter had just given.

“News flash mum; you are pregnant, my guess is about two months.” She was right. “What are you gong to do now?”

Gradually, realisation of her condition, along with a piece-by-piece destruction of her argument, Jean accepted that they would share Robert. But, now that she knew she was going to have a baby, things had just gone completely crazy. The conversation finished with plans being made. First thing was to tell Robert of his impending fatherhood, then let him into the family secret, for that is what the arrangement would be, then plan what the three of them were going to do with a fourth member of the family to look out for.

He was in for the shock of his life. Men can be so gullible and really, although they like to think otherwise, they are completely at the mercy of a woman.