Blind Lust: Further Adventures of a Wicked Babysitter, Part 4

by Paperback Writer

As always, this is a story of fantasy, fiction, and imagination. Feedback is always welcomed.

That afternoon, I pick up Aggy and Kayleigh Farwell, her very best friend from the School for the Blind. Physically they are polar opposites. Almost 12 years old, Aggy is small, growing but still barely 4'6" now, while at 13 Kayleigh has already hit 6'. If she was sighted, she'd be a shoo-in for a college basketball scholarship. She lives in Half Moon Bay a rural community 25 miles or so down the Pacific coast from San Francisco, where her mother runs the Blue Moon of Kentucky riding stables.

Her light brown hair cut in a cute bob, she's styled in what the Half Moon Bay residents call "cowgirl up"; denim shirt, really tight blue jeans that make my mouth water, and a fine set of cowboy boots adorning her feet. And yes, she's got the mandatory silver-and-turquoise belt buckle big enough to pick up a satellite TV signal. (I often daydream for a minute what it would be like in bed with those lovely long legs wrapped around me.) The girls are in the back seat of the minivan giggling and holding hands, which they always seem to do when they're together. It's not sexual, just affectionate.

"What are you two talking about now?" I ask suspiciously. "Are you planning some kind of mischief?"

Kayleigh responds, her beautiful contralto voice a joy to my ears, "We're talking about Bobby Korno. He's 13 and he's in our class, but he's such a creep, Susan. We both hate him. He asked Aggy if she played anything else besides cello, like the skin flute or the sex organ. And he made fun of the new girl from China, Fang-Hua. He actually asked her if her pussy slit was slanted sideways. Can you believe it? "

I shudder, not at the crudeness of a 13-year-old boy, but at the thought of what would happen to him if Aggy ever told our friend Sam the bartender about him. It would not be a pleasant thing for young Bobby. I drop Kayleigh off at her aunt's house in South City where her mom will pick her up later, and take Aggy home. She's beaming today, so I know something's up. We walk in, and she calls to Laurie as she runs into the kitchen, "Hi, Momma!"

Laurie is seated at the kitchen table waiting, and I can see by the delighted and horny look on her face she's happy to see Aggy for a variety of reasons. "Hello, dear, how was your day today?" she asks calmly.

In her typical high-energy style, Aggy blurts out, "Oh, Momma, it's so exciting! Kayleigh and I have my birthday party all planned out! Her momma says we can come down to Blue Moon's riding arena for horseback riding, and then they've got a party room where we can eat pizza and dance and everything! And then I thought it would be way fun afterwards to have my friends over for an overnight slumber party here! It'll be soooooo amazing! Can we Momma? Daddy's not here so the noise we make wouldn't bother him! Pleasepleasepleasepleeeeease can we?"

Laurie listened patiently, the asked, "Well, I guess so, but who will you be inviting? Not too many, I hope, so it will be manageable number. Did you and Kayleigh make a guest list as well?"

"Oh, only six of us, Momma. It would be Kayleigh and me and we decided that we could invite Fang-Hua, too since she's new and doesn't have many friends! She's even shorter than me and her name means 'fragrant flower', isn't that pretty? Oh, and you and Susan, of course, and Samantha the bartender."

Laurie and I exchange looks, and in unison we both say in surprise, "Samantha the bartender?!?!?!" Samantha Jane Everly, aka Sam is the 6' tall lipstick lesbian bartender at the Pink Orchid Dinner Club, and is not someone known to frequent girl's birthday parties. Unconventional by any definition, she's 32, has a MA in Anthropology from an exclusive all-women's college on the East Coast, and looks like a young Geena Davis with long red hair except well-muscled. In her younger days she volunteered for the U.S. Army, eventually ending her 5-year enlistment in the Middle East as a Commander of Military Traffic Management. She's used to giving orders, and has a fierce temper. You can't ask for a better friend, but you never want her as an enemy. (This is the reason I fear for Bobby Korno's health.)

Undaunted, the little blonde dynamo continues on at full speed, speaking so fast now it's almost hard to decipher, "Yes, I love Sam, she's so cool and taught me how to dance and I want her to meet Kayleigh because Kayleigh's my best friend I'm sure they'd really like each other!" (This, as it turns out later, is a significant understatement.) We'll all have such a good time and ride horses and laugh and stuff and be best friends, all of us! Pleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeeeeeeease Momma?"

Laurie walks up to her excited girl and puts one arm around her shoulders, and placing her other hand gently on the flushed eager face. "Of course, sweetie. It's your birthday, and it sounds perfect." She kisses Aggy quickly on the mouth a little longer than is normal for a simple mother-daughter buss, then pulls away. She looks at me guiltily. 'Patience' I mouth to her, and she nods her head. Still in a state of excitement, Aggy doesn't realize her stepmom has just taken the first step in her seduction plan.

I get them both some juice to drink. Aggy, emotionally still in fourth gear, slams it down while Laurie sips hers. "Aggy," Laurie says slowly, "I have an idea. How about if we go shopping?"

Like a hungry trout, she snaps up the bait. "Shopping? Sure! Where do you want to go?" She tears into the peanut-butter sandwich and cookie I've just set before her and it's gone before I can take two steps towards the sink. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was the one eating for two, not Laurie!

"There are some cute women's stores in Laurel Heights, and I want to find you some nicer things like you and Susan found in Union Square. It will be just you and I, what do you say?"

A brief puzzled look crosses her face. She senses something out of the ordinary is up. I jump in to re-direct her. "Aggy, honey, you're going to be 12 and you're growing like a weed. I told Laurie you need new clothes desperately, so she's coming to the rescue."

Aggy's face relaxes, and she says, "OK, but if we go shopping, can I skip cello practice this afternoon?" Now it's Laurie's turn to smile, like the cat that is about to devour the proverbial canary.

"Of course, dear. Don't give it a second thought. Before we go, though, let's talk in the living room for a bit, just mother-to-daughter, OK?" I sense that's my cue to disappear, so I tell them I'm going to my room for a bit, then walk out only far enough that I'm still within earshot. (OK, I take my shoes off and in my stocking feet move to a place where I can see into the living room, too. This should be good.)

They move into the posh living room, and sit on the couch. Laurie speaks to Aggy in gentle soothing tones. "Ever since we came back from Europe, Aggy, I've felt so much closer to you. It's like we're just now getting to know each other, and I really like it. I – I wanted to ask you something…personal, Aggy, if you don't mind. Aggy nods her head in agreement.

"You'll find out when you get older that while it's wonderful to have a baby growing in you, the bad part about being pregnant is that you lose control of your body. Your breasts and nipples get big and swollen, your belly and butt get huge, your ankles swell, and overall you just feel ugly. What I wanted to ask you, Aggy, is if you think I'm still pretty. It would mean a lot to me if I could hear it from you."

Aggy sits there for a second, surprised. "Are you asking me to really look at you?" she asked, a smile forming across her face.

"Yes, Aggy. Please. I want you to see me. It's OK, there's no one else around. The household staff has left for the day," Laurie says. Slowly, tentatively, Aggy's hands reach up and cover her stepmom's face. Her sensitive fingertips cover every square inch, then deliberately re-trace her lips and chin. While one hand moves down and feels her neck, the other hand deftly unbuttons Laurie's blouse, and her swollen breast swing free. (Laurie wisely chose to forgo a bra, I see. Naughty girl!) The hands reach under each beautiful globe, caressing first the underside and then the tops before dancing across the engorged nipples. I hear Laurie gasp as periodically as the young girl's fingers feel every bump and curve on her expectant breasts. My panties are soaked now, watching this.

Aggy whispers, "My God, Laurie, you're fantastic. Would you…take off your pants for me?" She says it like she expects a rejection. Fat chance of that. Laurie stands in front of the still-seated Aggy and pulls her pants off, then her panties, and stands with her legs slightly spread. Even from across the room, I can clearly see her swollen labia. Aggy's hands roam her waist and navel, then reach around behind and caress the amazing ass. The little seductress leans forward and places her head against the baby bump, listening to the sounds inside while her fingers explore her stepmom's thighs, then upward to her sopping pussy. She rubs it gently, expertly, like she's playing the cello. Laurie lets out a moan of pleasure, and holds Aggy's face to her abdomen. The young explorer does not pull away, instead reveling in the intimate contact.

"You're gorgeous, Laurie," the girl manages to whisper. "Your body is amazingly beautiful and sexy, don't you worry about that. I love you, and I love that you're going to be the mother of my sister. "

Laurie replies, "Oh, Agnetha, you're such a beautiful sweet girl, Aggy, and I've loved you since we met – but you were in so much pain from losing your real momma that you didn't want to see it. I know you miss your real mother incredibly. Your father has told me what a wonderful woman she was, and I can only begin to imagine how much you've miss her. I have to tell you, though, I'm jealous of her. Not because she was married to your father, but because she got to carry you in her belly. I only wish it could have been me that carried you inside me."

Tears of sadness now streak down both their faces (and maybe even mine, dammit). The fully clothed young girl and the naked pregnant beauty make a dramatic picture. Aggy turns her face up to her stepmom and whispers, "I love you too, Laurie. I wish I could be your baby."

Laurie bends over slightly, and rubs a nipple over Aggy's lips. "You can be my baby," is all she says. It's all she needs to say. Aggy takes the nipple into her mouth, and greedily begins to suck. One hand explores the nipple of her stepmom's other breast, while the fingers of the other return to Laurie's eager pussy lips and rub softly, then easily slip in the damp passage, searching for the g-spot. Aggy is a regular pussy virtuoso, no lie! Her head back and eyes closed, Laurie moans loudly, and Aggy slides to her knees in front of her. (Meanwhile, back in my soaked panties, I have to stifle back a moan because I've just rubbed myself to a small orgasm from watching them.)

"I love you, Momma," she says, as her mouth descends upon the older woman's aching pussy. Laurie's hands find their way behind Aggy's head, and press her face into her crotch as the young angel laps up her now-plentiful pussy juices. It occurs to me that Laurie has taken a serious short cut through the seduction map I laid out for her earlier. Yikes! It would seem Mrs. Knutson has the potential for a career in babysitting!

My old instincts kick in – I quickly tiptoe to my room and grab my digital camera to get a picture. (No matter how great things seem, it never hurts to have a little insurance policy.) Quietly slipping back to my observation spot, I see the lovers are still at it. Laurie, legs spread slightly and her knees visibly shaking as Aggy's tongue works its magic, groans, "Oh, Aggy! Don't stop, please, whatever you don't stop, PLEASE! I'm going to...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

From where I stand, I can see Aggy's hand up in Laurie's butt crack, and I know from first hand experience that she's got her pinkie up her stepmother's anus while her thumb is sliding in and out of her vagina, in coordination with those precious lips playing havoc on the woman's labia and clit. The picture I take is of a naked pregnant woman in ecstasy, driven to orgasm by the passionate 12-year-old minx on her knees in front of her.

As Laurie's climax passes, she sinks onto her back on the couch. Aggy climbs up and lays next to her, finds a nipple and continues to suckle like a small child. After a while, she raises her head and speaks softly. "Laurie – Momma - For the longest time I hated myself, I missed my mother and I resented you. I thought if I was you, the part I'd regret about getting married was the blind daughter as part of the package. Now I see you didn't really feel that way, I just convinced myself you did. I'm sorry, Momma, I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you."

Now Laurie is crying again, but tears of happiness. "Oh, Aggy, the three happiest days of my life have been the day I got married, the day I found out I was pregnant, and the day you finally called me 'Momma'. I really love you honey, and I always will. To me, you'll always be my baby, and nothing will ever change that. And you want to know something else?"

"What, Momma?" Aggy whispered.

Laurie struggles with how to say what was on her mind. "What you – what we did – I've never done it with a woman before. You were my first real woman."

"Do you really think I'm a woman now? I'm not just a kid?" Aggy is flattered. Laurie chuckles, and caresses her sweet baby's ass.

"You're a beautiful woman from the top of your head to your sweet toes, my baby." Laurie hugs her daughter closer, and kisses her forehead. "It was my first time, but I hope it's not the last!" Aggy responds by finding Laurie's mouth and covering it with her own. Laurie, in turn starts unbuttoning Aggy's blouse. Looks like they're heading for round two!

Me, I'm so horny right now I could explode. My hot employer is making the sexy with my little vixen! What's a babysitter to do?