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Hasn't Your Mother Told You? - 1
by Johndough (no address provided)
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In part one, A young girl gets her first job as a
babysitter but her mother's boss at the local massage
parlor makes her a better offer with an added surprise
when she "auditions" to take her mother's place while
her mom is gone on a cruise. (MM/f-teen, ped, inc,
1st, mast)
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PART 1
Angela Simon was a very ripe 13 year old dark golden
haired, blue eyed tease who was looking forward to her
14th birthday when she would be allowed by her single
parent over protective mother to do some work to earn
money as a babysitter. She appreciated the gesture but
what she really wanted was to work at a REAL job like
McDonald's or Burger King or Target. But they were all
off limits to her until she was 16, as was dating.
Part of the reason she was feeling stifled was the
fact that she seemed so much more mature than her
classmates because she spent so much of her time
alone. Her mother worked at a local club as a massage
therapist. Angela wasn't sure just what that entailed
but she knew her mom worked most evenings and started
right after supper. They would have breakfast together
and then Angela would go to school and her mother,
June, would go back to bed until school got out. Then
June would get up and make supper and help Angela with
her homework. After eating she would head out to work
and Angela would watch TV until bedtime.
Occasionally her mother would have to fill in for one
of her coworkers and Angela would go home and
microwave a frozen dinner or heat up a pizza. Today
was one of those days. It was Wednesday and her
birthday would be on Saturday but her English teacher
and her husband were having their anniversary on
Friday and needed a babysitter for their 5 and 6 year
old girls. Mrs. Watson was also Angela's adviser and
knew about her mother's permission to babysit. But she
needed to know on Thursday in case she needed to find
another babysitter.
Angela had never been inside her mother's club on
strict orders from her mother but this was an
emergency and she was sure she would be forgiven. She
rode her bike up to the back door of EVE'S HEALTH SPA
that had no outside handle but it did have a doorbell
which she rang.
The door was opened by a good looking man around her
grandfather's age. Angela recognized him as the club's
owner Jim Barnes. She and her mother had run into him
at the store about a week ago. Her mom seemed a little
uncomfortable and reluctant to introduce her daughter
to him but maybe that was just the impression she
transferred from her own adolescent reactions to
members of the male gender giving her the once over.
It was a reaction she was getting more and more often
as she rode around town on her bike or went into the
shops. It was an unusually warm spring and she was
spending a lot of time in her new bikini and a pair of
cutoff shorts and so she was even more conscious of
the attention.
"Hi Mr. Barnes, is my mom available?"
"She's with a – client at the moment. Is it something
important? Something about the cruise?"
Her mother was going to be gone for a week beginning
Friday night on a special annual cruise the club
arranged for its members and every year two masseuses
were selected to go with. This was the first time her
mother had been invited and she told Angela it would
mean a lot of money for them. They had arranged for
her to spend that week at her friend Susie's but Mrs.
Watson had said if her mom let her babysit then she
could spend Friday night there.
"In a way, Saturday's my birthday and mom said I could
get a job when I turned 14 –"
"So you want to be a masseuse like your mom? Lots of
good money in it. Especially for someone as young and
good looking as yourself. We'll be shorthanded with
your mom gone next week. You could pick up a couple of
thousand for your college fund."
"A couple thousand? In one week? I'll think about
it...she said I could be a babysitter and my English
teacher offered me a job Friday night. I'll still be
13 but only for a day so I hope it is all right with
her."
"I'll pass the message onto her and she can give you
your answer before school in the morning. You sure you
don't want to try being a masseuse? We would keep it a
secret from your mom? You could come by at 8 Saturday
morning and audition?"
"Audition? But I have to go to my friend Susie's to
spend the week."
"If you really want to audition I have a friend named
Bob Porter who has two young boys and he is often in
need of a babysitter. He would be quite willing to
cover for you until Sunday if you pass the audition.
Saturday is our biggest night and you could make a lot
of money and then go to Susie's Sunday morning."
"Mr. Porter the gym teacher?"
"You know him?"
"Yes," Angela immediately remembered the classes in
sex ed he had taught and how hard it was not to try
imagining having sex with the handsome 30 year old
black haired stud. All the girls had a crush on him.
She blushed.
"Okay, I'll be here Saturday morning. What should I
wear?"
"That outfit at the store last week would be just
fine. And I'll make sure your mom gets the message
about Friday night."
Angela was very excited and wanted to talk to her
mother about Mr. Barnes offer but was sure her mother
would say no way. It would be much better to see if
she could pass the audition and be offered the job
before bringing it to her mother's attention. At home
she called Susie and told her that she had a
babysitting job on Saturday night as well and wouldn't
be to her house until Sunday morning. Susie said that
would be fine.
In the morning her mom told her over breakfast that it
would be okay to babysit for her English teacher on
Friday night and then have a good week with Susie. She
was filling in for the other girl again that night and
would be sleeping in on Friday morning since she had
to leave for the cruise at noon. Angela assured her
she would go home from school with Mrs. Watson and
spend the night there. She kissed her mom goodbye and
headed off to school.
Friday would be the last day of school for the year
and so Thursday was a day of final tests. Including a
final in sex ed with Bob Porter during the last hour.
As everyone dropped their exams on his desk Angela
stayed back to be the last.
"I understand we are getting last hour off tomorrow so
I just wanted to say have a great summer."
"Thank you, Angela. I understand you are looking for
work and want to babysit on Saturday night."
"Well, um, I mean..."
"That's okay. Jim told me your situation and I will
cover for you if you get the job. Good luck."
That night and the next day seemed to move at a
snail's pace for the hot adolescent. She had the
feeling that her mother's job was more something for
adults but the thrill of being asked to audition for
it had her very excited. At the end of school they put
her bike in the back of Mrs. Watson's SUV and drove to
her house.
Angela had never been to the big house on the edge of
town with its big lawn and fancy security systems. The
husband was some sort of computer whiz and the whole
house had cameras hidden in it. Even the bathrooms,
although Angela didn't know that. They made her feel
right at home and told her to call them Barb and Tom.
Their five year old daughter was Sandy and the six
year old was Cindy. They slept in the same bedroom and
shared the same bedtime. And after they were asleep,
Angela was free to watch TV or a DVD until they got
home. She would be sleeping in the room next to theirs
which served as a guest room.
Then they were off to celebrate their 10th
anniversary.
Angela watched a Disney movie with the girls and then
put them to bed. She then went to her room and
stripped off her shorts, bikini and shoes and put on a
loose t-shirt and thong panties that didn't even cover
up her thick little bush.
She was proud of that bush and loved to run her
fingers through it every chance she got. Buying the
thong had been the naughtiest thing she had ever done
and she still washed them by hand so her mother
wouldn't know she had them. At night she would pull it
inside her slit trapping her clit between the edges of
the material and leaving her bush available to stroke.
By tweaking the material around her clit and gently
tugging her bush she had been giving herself orgasms
for the last four months. She had noticed one day that
her mother shaved and asked her about it.
"Don't do it," she advised. "Do it once and you are
stuck doing it forever. If you stop you get stubble
and ingrown hairs and I wish I had never done it. But
Mr. Barnes wants it one way or the other so I am stuck
with it because I don't have the time to let it grow
back."
Angela wondered why Mr. Barnes would know about her
mother's private part but she didn't say anything.
At 11 o'clock she went up and went to bed determined
to be well rested for the next day's audition.
At around 1:30 she was woken up by sound of Barb and
Tom returning. By the conversation it seemed that Barb
had been celebrating much more than Tom.
"Help me, Tom. I can't get these clothes off and I
need you to fuck me now. I need you. Help me..."
There were sounds of the bed springs creaking on the
far side of the adjoining door and then the door was
suddenly opened and a naked Tom staggered into
Angela's room.
"Angela? You awake? I need some help with Barb. She
celebrated quite a bit tonight and I am having trouble
getting her undressed for bed."
Angela did her best not to stare at the first male
cock she had ever seen in real life. She followed Tom
into their bedroom and found Barb in a state of
disarray and semi-consciousness.
Barb Watson was a strawberry blond with her hair down
to her shoulder blades and now tied into a ponytail.
Her green eyes were struggling to focus when Angela
sat down on her side of the bed. Tom helped her to sit
up so they could get her blouse and bra off but just
as they finished all of her celebrating caught up with
her and threw up all over Angela and herself and the
bed.
"Quick," Tom said springing off the bed, "Get your top
off and try to keep it from getting on the floor or
bedspread. It's easy to wash the sheets and your
clothes."
He slid the bedspread off and satisfied himself that
it had been spared as Angela whipped off her t-shirt
without a second thought and, feeling some vomit in
her lap she stood up and stripped off her thong as
well. It didn't even occur to her that she was
standing naked in front of a male adult and her
favorite teacher as she was too busy thinking what to
do next to get the mess cleaned up.
First thing they did was strip the skirt, stockings
and panties off of Barb (who Angela was happy to see
didn't shave her bush either and it matched the light
orange on her head) and then they walked her across
the hall to the bathroom with the large walk-in
shower. Tom adjusted the temperature of the spray and
then he and Angela took turns supporting Barb and
washing her off.
It went pretty well until Barb started to topple
forward. Angela immediately slid in front of her to
keep her from falling a second before Tom reached down
to grab her crotch and lift her up. Instead of his
wife he got a handful of teenage pussy. It took him a
second until he realized it was a smaller pussy than
his wife's and it took Angela the same second to
experiencing a sudden thrill from having a man
touching her where no one had touched her since her
mother last bathed her when she was 4.
Tom pulled his hand away at once.
"Oh, please, put it back it felt wonderful!" Angela
pleaded. Tom hesitated a moment but it was obvious
Barb was still more out of it than in so he put his
hand back over his babysitter's mound and slid his
finger along her slit. After a couple of swipes he
slid his middle finger up into her and noticed how wet
she was where the shower water would never have
reached. She was definitely ripe and ready. He added a
second finger and a third. He stopped when he reached
her hymen because he didn't want to deprive her of her
most precious gift especially because she unexpectedly
found herself highly aroused. Instead he began to
thrust his fingers in and out. He could feel he was
stretching her thin membrane but wasn't in any danger
of breaking it.
Until two things happened at once. Angela in the
middle of the most powerful orgasm of her young life
instinctively tried to lower herself onto his fingers
and get as much of them inside her as possible. And
Barb started to slip forward. Tom immediately went to
lift Barb back up but his hand was still in Angela and
in an instant his three fingers tore through her
delicate hymen. Angela was in the throes of another
orgasm and while she registered the moment of pain her
endorphins quickly suppressed it. She rode the crest
of the orgasm as Tom withdrew his hand from its
intimate contact with her.
"I'm sorry, Angela," Tom said, "I didn't mean for that
to happen."
"Don't be sorry. I'm not. I have never come that hard
in my life."
Barb was coming around.
"Are you cheating on me, Tom? On our anniversary no
less?" she started laughing drunkenly so they knew she
was only joking.
"I'll get the sheets and clothes started in the
washer," Angela said as her teacher became steadier on
her feet.
Tom nodded and Angela took a towel from the linen
closet to dry off and wrap around herself. She
collected the soiled clothes and sheets and started
the washer. Tom helped Barb out of the shower and
toweled her off as best he could before lifting the
lid on the toilet and having her sit on it. Then he
joined Angela in the bedroom and helped her put new
sheets on the bed. She had trouble with the towel
coming loose so she finally just took it off and threw
it on the floor by the door. Tom laughed and did the
same with the one around his waist.
Barb staggered out of the bathroom drying her hair.
Seeing the other towels on the floor she added hers to
the pile and headed over to her husband.
"Now you may be the sexiest girl in school, Angela,
but Tom belongs to me," she reached down and took hold
of his rock hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"And this is mine. Since 10 years ago tonight this has
belonged only to me. Hasn't it, dear?"
"Absolutely, my love," he responded by bending down to
kiss her just as he had on their wedding day.
Angela was mesmerized as they seemed to forget she was
there and proceeded lower themselves on to the bed and
put on a live porno show for their innocent young
babysitter. She stood there and watched Tom slide
between Barb's legs and line his 9 inch cock up with
her slit. Then in a flash his cock disappeared
completely inside her to the point where his brown
pubic hairs were meshed with her strawberry blond ones
and Barb gasped in pleasure.
In a minute he began to thrust in and out and Angela
knew at once that they were fucking. Fascinated as she
was she felt her teacher would not approve of her
student watching her and her husband so she backed up
to the door between her room and theirs and continued
backing until she bumped into her bed. She lay down
with the covers off and her legs spread and began to
rub her pussy in rhythm with their moans of passion.
Then Tom thrust in deep and Angela knew that he was
cumming and she it pushed her over the edge.
She was on the edge of sleep when she heard someone in
her room and her teacher's voice through the door.
"Tom, come back here. I need your cock now. What are
you doing in there?"
"I just want to make sure Angela's all right. You did
manage to throw up all over her during her first night
as a babysitter."
"I'm sorry. Is she asleep?"
Angela just lay there on her back with her hand over
her pussy and pretended to be asleep. Her light came
on and Tom moved over by the bed whispering.
"God, Barb is an animal tonight and I need to get an
erection fast. Just let me look at you for a minute."
Angela still feigned sleep but took her hand off her
pussy and pretending to stretch thrusting her breasts
up with their now erect dark pink plumpers and
spreading her legs further allowing him to see what no
one had seen since her mother saw her 4 year old
hairless slit.
She focused her gaze straight at Tom's dangling cock
and watched in fascination as it quickly rose back to
attention. Just from the sight of her. She felt her
pussy tingling at the thought of the power she held to
elicit that response from an adult.
"She's fine. Sound asleep," Tom said turning off the
light and returning to his wife with a fully loaded
and primed cock.
Angela drifted off to sleep to the sound of their love
making.
At 7 she woke up to find her t-shirt and thong
underwear on the bed. She put them in her backpack and
took out her new bikini that her mother didn't know
about. She had bought it with Susie at the Mall a week
ago and kept it hidden. Not that that was much of a
problem since it consisted of three small triangles of
fabric—two that barely contained her lovely and highly
responsive inch and a half dark pink areolas and
pencil eraser nipples and one that could only contain
her lovely pubic bush if she stood still. They were
blue because it brought out the blue in her eyes.
Tom was in the kitchen when she came down and helped
her get her bike out of the car.
"Sorry about last night."
"Oh that's okay. I hope she doesn't feel to guilty
about it this morning."
"She won't even know about it. When she drinks like
that she never remembers what happened. At least on
the three occasions it happened before."
"Then we'll just pretend it never happened. Call me if
you need me again."
"I will."
Definitely I will, Tom thought as he watched her pedal
down the driveway, the next time Barb takes the kids
to her folks for the weekend...
Continued in part 2...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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