Blind Lust: Further Adventures of a Wicked Babysitter, Part 3

by Paperback Writer

This is a work of pure fiction, fantasy, and imagination. Thanks to all for the encouragement and feedback.

October in San Francisco. Days are warm and sunny, and nights are mild and clear, but turning cooler, hinting of the chill of November and December lurking around the corner. Rainfall is rare, but Halloween is the unofficial benchmark of the start of the rainy season. Fog is intermittent, and the daylight savings time change has not yet sucked all the daylight away.

I'd been working for the Knutson family for a month now in the role of personal assistant to my 11-year-old blind angel Agnetha, helping her with her homework and driving her to school and to Junior Symphony practice. When not occupied doing that, I also run various errands for her mother (stepmother, really) Laurie, now almost four months pregnant with her baby bump clearly showing beneath her fashionable clothes. Beautiful and considerably younger than her CEO husband Bjorn, she's one of these women whose pregnancy only enhances her beauty. (Her friends secretly hate her for this, of course.) Although, as we have seen, my preferences lean towards young girls, in this case I'm making an exception. I often bring her breakfast in bed, ostensibly to pamper her, but my real goal being just to see her partially naked.

Initially I had thought Laurie Knutson was just another shallow and insincere rich bitch, but seeing the changes she had made in herself to be a better mother to Agnetha, I'd personally grown quite fond of my employer. (Attracted to the boss while sleeping with the boss's daughter – this can't be good, huh?)

Bjorn Knutson, her CEO husband and Agnetha's father, is away in Sweden for an lengthy annual company strategy meeting. Before he left, he took me aside for a private talk. "Mrs. Wesley, I need to ask you a personal favor." I am more than a bit surprised. Mr. Knutson is 62, very formal and traditional. He travels all over the globe so I seldom see him, but the little time we've spent together he's always been respectful but distant. For him to ask me a personal favor was about as likely as him asking me to drop my drawers and moon tourists on Fisherman's Wharf, for crying out loud. (Yeah, I know, a lot of drunken homeless guys already do this, but not ME, OK?)

"Sure Mr. Knutson, anything for you." I mean this, by the way. He's a loving father to Aggy and an adoring husband to Laurie. He may have bazillion dollars in the bank, but his greatest treasures live in this mansion here in Sea Cliff.

"While I'm away, I want you to take good care of both my girls, not just Aggy. Laurie being in the family way, she might need some extra help and guidance." I think to myself 'The family way'! This man is really old school, and I love him for it.

He continues, "Plus, I am very aware I'm not such a young man any more, while Laurie is still young and very attractive. Just kind of keep an eye out for any young wolf you might see lingering at the door, eh? I would consider it a personal favor." OK, I have gone from surprised to being completely stunned. He may be 62, but this man looks like a blonde version of George Clooney. He runs a seven billion dollar company, and makes multi-million dollar decisions every day. But he's still insecure enough to be worried about some gigolo chasing his pretty wife's tail.

"Mr. Knutson, you can count on me. I'll make damn sure no man will come near Laurie," I promised him. This was the absolute truth. No MAN would come near her, because my plan was she'd be surrounded by horny women – mainly me!

"My thanks to you, Mrs. Wesley", he said, patting my arm paternally. "I'll see to a nice bonus for you when I return." With that, he stood and left to catch his flight.

That was 5 days ago. Now, it's going to be Aggy's 12th birthday in two weeks, and Laurie has asked my help to plan a party. Seeing as what I typically do with little girls is done in secret and behind closed doors, this is new territory for me. Laying in the dark in the middle of the night racking my brain for ideas, I doze off.

I awake when I hear the door to my room slowly open. I lay still with my eyes closed, pretending I'm asleep. It's not unusual for sweet young Aggy to sneak in and cuddle with me at night, so I'm assuming she's doing her usual quiet-as-a-mouse creeping down the hall. However, tonight she seems to be having difficulty. She bumps into a chair she knew damn well was there, before pulling up the covers and sliding in to spoon naked behind me as she always does before her little hands start their nocturnal roaming.

My eyes pop open, though, when I feel tits – full-size adult ones, not Aggy's small delights – press against my back and an adult arm wraps itself around me. I realized that in addition to adult breasts, there's a baby bump seductively rubbing against my ass cheeks as well!

"Hi," I hear Laurie's voice whisper. "Since you've been checking me out recently, I thought I'd return the favor and make a house call!" She giggles at her own joke.

I turn to face her. "Laurie, what..." Before I can say another word, her lips are on mine and we're kissing like rutting high school kids. She rolls on top of me, and I'm suddenly being ravaged! Pinning my arms down on the bed, she rubs her pussy against my thigh, humping wildly as she spanks my tongue with hers. With her mouth on mine, my arms pinned and her writhing on top of me, I'm helpless, unable to do anything, so I groan in frustration.

This seems to excite her more, and she rubs her pussy harder on my thigh. She begins to thrust herself against me approaching her climax, her own moans increasing in volume, when the door opens. It's Aggy! She's heard us!

"Susan! What's my mom doing in your room?" she shrieks. Then I wake up.

I'm alone in my room. Thankfully, it had been a dream, but a very vivid one. There's a wet spot on the bed where my stimulated pussy juices have leaked out. Exhausted, I rolled over on my side where the sheets are dry, pulled a pillow over my head and try to go back to sleep.

The next morning after I had drop Aggy off at school I come back home and sit in the kitchen, drinking my coffee. Laurie walks in, grabs some orange juice, and sits next to me – not across as she usually does.

"What's going on, little momma?" I ask her. She smiles shyly and looks down, more like a young girl than a 30-something hottie. (I'm beginning to get the picture why I'm warm for her form.) For some reason she likes it when I teasingly remind her she's pregnant.

"Susan, I need to ask your advice. I hope you don't mind." I laugh to myself. For what she's paying me, plus the fringe benefits of having Aggy's young pussy on a regular basis, I'd fucking tap-dance naked across the Golden Gate Bridge if she wanted me to.

"Being pregnant is changing my body, I mean in ways besides the obvious. I'm stirred up all the time, it seems. When Bjorn is home I stay satisfied, but with him in Sweden for a few weeks it's not like I can ask him to come home for a quickie, you know?" Stirred up all the time – I love it. It would appear I'm now living in a mansion with TWO gorgeous sex fiends. If this is torture, chain me to the wall.

"But the worst thing, Susan," she looks around to make sure none of the household staff is within ear shot, then continues in a very low whisper, "is that I have strange cravings that I don't understand."

I can see where this is going, but I need to play the role of concerned confessor. Faking naiveté, I ask, "You mean like pickles and ice cream? Come on, Laurie, that's normal."

She shudders, and looks down in shame before she continues. 'Oh, boy, here it comes,' I think to myself. "No," she says, her voice a hoarse whisper now. "Strange things – sick things, maybe. I – I keep getting stirred up around my daughter Agnetha! I love seeing her in her night gowns, spy on her when the door to her room is open and she's undressing, I even sometimes brush her silky hair for her at night just to touch her. She's a lot more affectionate these days, gives me kisses on the cheek, but I really want them on the mouth! Susan, please help me! Am I becoming a monster?"

I make a show of pretending to think about this a lot before I respond. I'm wearing my favorite silk panties, (ones that I actually stole from another babysitting job), and I don't have to look to know that the cotton lining in the crotch is soaking wet. "Laurie, you are not a monster. Here's why. One, you're pregnant, and your hormones are playing handball with your emotions – you are not totally responsible for your feelings at the moment. Two, being bisexual is not unusual. In case you hadn't noticed, there are a lot of bisexuals around, especially in THIS city. Three, Agnetha is an amazingly beautiful girl, and pretty much everyone who meets her falls in love with her. I have to confess to being a little bit smitten with her myself." (HA! Try saying that three times fast with your tongue tickling her clit.)

"Four – Aggy is your daughter legally, but not physically, so the rules about incest don't apply. You truly love her and care about her, that's plain to see. If you wanted to become intimate with her, it's not a big deal as long as you're discreet. (Notice how I tactfully do not mention the rules about adults having sex with minors. People in glass houses and all that.) So no, Laurie, you're not a monster. You're a completely normal pregnant woman who loves her daughter."

Tears form in Laurie's eyes, heaving a sigh of relief, and she throws her arms around me. "Susan, thank you so much for understanding, and for helping me see things clearly. I feel so much better." She kisses me on the lips, and it's all I can do to stop myself from grabbing her boobs and taking her to bed. She pulls away, and here comes another true confession. "Truth be told, Susan, I've got a little crush on you, too."

"Thanks for the compliment, Laurie," I tell her, "but if you want to get intimate with Aggy, you can't ever let that show. Remember, she's a normal, healthy 12-year-old girl. She has powerful emotions she hasn't learned to control yet, and could become extremely jealous at the drop of a hat. Then you'd never have a chance." Laurie takes her arms away.

"Good point, Susan, I promise I'll control myself," she says, sounding disappointed, but then the smile returns and she's upbeat again. "Now how do I get Aggy to notice me in, you know, that way?"

I tell her, "If you want to get in her pants, Momma, first you need to do is get in her head. Has she ever seen you?" Laurie looks at me like I'm nuts. "I mean, for a blind person to see you, she needs to feel your face. Have you ever done that?"

"No," Laurie responded. "I mean, we've hugged and all. But nothing beyond that."

"It's a very intimate thing, and you need to find a way to entice her to do it. Like, sometime when you're alone, ask her if she thinks you're pretty. You've told her she is, and it's easy for you to see that, but she'd be quite flattered if you asked her to look at you."

I continued on, laying out my seduction map for Laurie. "It would be good to also take her shopping for something really adult, like to that negligee place in Laurel Heights, Elizabeth's Boudoir, and get her some adult underwear. (I SO would love to be on that field trip!) She's a growing girl, gets bigger every day, so this is a good opportunity. And don't forget, it makes her feel pretty. Also, take her down to the Pink Orchid Supper club, have a nice dinner, then have her show you how she can slow-dance in the bar. She's incredibly talented, you'll see." (I make that last remark to derail the obvious question, 'How would YOU know?')

I conclude with, "The most important thing I'd do to get closer to her is have a real mother-daughter heart-to-heart, tell her how you feel about her. I know you've been trying really hard to be a good mom to her. But you need to show her who you are, share the intimate you. That should do the trick. Oh, and one more thing, Laurie – have patience. Remember, 12-year-olds can't be pushed – they'll just push back. Let Aggy take the lead, so she thinks it's her idea."

Laurie sits quietly for a few seconds, then hugs me again. "Thanks, Susan. Aggy's right – you ARE the best!" She kisses me on the cheek, then flips her hair back in that cute little way she does and is off to run errands.

OK, this is a first. In all the years I've been seducing young girls under their parent's nose, this is the one and only time I've actually given seduction instructions to my young prey's mother. I'm thinking maybe I should have my own 'do-it-yourself' TV show on PBS or something.

The next few days should prove to be quite interesting.