Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

Neither of them heard the front door open, nor the footsteps that sounded through the house. Neither of them noticed the figure that froze in shocked horror at the patio door until, suddenly, Sandra Wilson's voice cut across the pool at them in a high, enraged peal.

"Just… what's… going on… here?"

She took them by complete surprise, and Ernie jerked as if he'd been shot. "Ohhh, shit!"

He sprung out from between Janie's thighs, his cock slurping wetly from her cunt as he searched wildly for his discarded trunks.

"Young man!" Sandra was striding stiffly toward them, her attractive face pale and drawn into a furious glare as she stared at their nude, glistening bodies. "I asked you a question, just what on earth do you think you're up to?"

"Mom," Ernie croaked as she confronted them, hands on hips. "We were just… I mean, we weren't doing anything."

"Mrs. Wilson." Janie attempted to speak up, but there was no denying the picture they presented. Ernie stood naked before his mother, his cock all wet and gleaming with the same juices that dribbled from his babysitter's open young cunt.

With a start, Janie snapped her legs shut and hastily struggled to sit up. Still woozy from their fucking, she had trouble doing even that.

"And you!" Mrs. Wilson turned on her, brawn eyes flashing. "I trusted you with my son, and just look what you've done! Degrading Ernest this way, taking advantage of my little boy's manhood to satisfy your own lusts like… like some dirty little tramp! You're disgusting!"

"Now, Mom, it wasn't like that!" Despite his fear, Ernie tried to face up to his furious mother. "I… it's kind of my fault, anyway. I talked Janie into… well…"

"Don't you dare contradict me, young man!" Sandra trembled with rage, overwhelmed by the sight she'd walked in on. After all these years of protecting her son, watching her baby grow up without having to face the terrible things most teenage boys had to face these days, she'd come home to find him squirming atop his babysitter, his cock buried in her pussy exactly like… like…

For an instant she couldn't complete the thought, it was so awful.

Like a man!

Sandra was seething, because all the precious work she'd done to keep her son a little boy had been undone in one morning. In just two short hours, her years of motherhood had been ripped out from under her. All the care and motherly concern, all the deep fears of a lonely divorcee who dreaded the thought of her little boy growing up and leaving her, all of it was ruined, because of one teenaged cunt.

"You… you little bitch!" she hissed, almost bringing Janie to tears. "Fucking my baby like some kind of dirty little bitch! Well I'm going to have a long talk with your mother, and we'll just see who…"

"Now, Mom, stop it!" Ernie flared then, at last defiant despite his embarrassment. "I said it wasn't Janie's fault! It… it just kind of happened, that's all. And… and it's none of your business!"

"Ernest!" Sandra's eyes went as wide as if she'd been struck by lightning. "Is that any way to talk to your mother? I'm only trying to protect you!"

"I don't need protecting, damn it!" Now angry, himself, he faced his mother with a determined look. "If you'd stop protecting me, maybe I'd have some fun for a change! I'm in high school, Mom! And Janie was just helping 'cause all the guys laugh at me, 'cause you never told me anything about sex and stuff! That's why!"

He waved his hands, emphasizing Janie's presence.

"It's the truth, Mrs. Wilson," the teenaged girl managed in a small voice.

"Well." Sandra's mouth worked in astonishment at her son's outburst. "Well."

And it was the truth. She knew it, despite herself. It had to happen sometime, no matter how she tried to prevent it. And now that she had noticed, that time was certainly due.

For the first time, Sandra studied his nude, tanned body. Her gaze trailed across Ernie's slim, muscular form, wavering down to his crotch.

It had been a long time since Sandra had looked down at a man's bared prick. And it was a man's cock, no doubt about that. Nestled against its wrinkled ballsac, wagging and flopping in response to Ernie's every move, it hung tantalizingly. Sandra's memory of cocks had dimmed just a bit over the years, but she knew her son's cock was much larger than any she'd ever seen before even larger than his father's. It dangled from his sleek nest of curls with a strange enticement, an exciting reminder.

Sandra had to admit it. Seeing his prick made her pussy ache.

A tingle began in her tummy, a hunger that she'd ignored for too long.

With difficulty, her gaze tore away to fall, instead, on Janie. Lying there with her legs drawn up together in an attempt to hide herself, the teenager nevertheless gave, her a view of her pink, gold-fringed pussy. Her cuntmouth pouted moistly and was streaked with the thick white syrup of Ernie's cum.

"I may have been hasty," Sandra heard herself murmur, in a haze of confused emotions. "Perhaps I have been a bit over-protective. But, darling, you could've come to me with your questions! That's what a mother's for! I would've answered them."

"Not my kind of questions, you wouldn't." Ernie's face scrunched up in a grimace. "There's stuff a guy just had to find out about, that's all. He can't expect his mom to teach him everything!"

Once again, Sandra's eyes flitted back to his big soft prick, as if drawn by a magnet. With a husky voice that didn't sound like her at all, she spoke softly. "Darling, I have the answers to anything you want to know. Do you want me to prove it right here?"

Suddenly, one of her hands swooped out, capturing his limp, slick cock and cupping it up into her palm.

"Mom!" Ernie blurted in pure amazement as her fingers wrapped around his prick, giving it a squeeze.

To her own horror, Sandra saw her fist encompass her son's dangling young prick as he gasped and froze. She could feel his cock pulsing against her palm, fluttering like a warm, captive bird. It began to swell, and a burst of juice gushed from her pussy.

"Is this what you were curious about?" she went on in a quavering voice, tugging his cock to emphasize her words. "I know all about pricks, Ernest. I know how they get hard and stiff and aching for a woman's cunt. Did you think that we women don't have those same feelings, in our own way?"

"N… no," he stammered, overwhelmed at the feel of having his prick cupped in his mother's hand, just as if it was something she did every day. "I just… I didn't think you'd understand, Mom. It's kind of hard for a guy to talk about these things with his own moth… oh, jeez!"

His prick was soaring up to full length in Sandra's hand, spearing erect, all veined, long and fat.

This time it was her turn to gasp as a flood of cunt cream soaked her panties, making her squeeze his cock harder.

Only a few moments ago, Sandra wouldn't have dreamed that she might be standing here now, with Ernest's stiffened prick in her hand and cuntjuice flowing between her thighs.

But now that it had started, she couldn't seem to stop. Instead, she forced a small, soft smile. "You should know that you can always come to me with your problems, no matter what they are. Even if they're as… as big as this! It's a mother's job to teach her children. And… and I think maybe it's time I started teaching you right now."

Acting hastily before she could lose her nerve, Sandra began to unbutton her blouse.

Both teenagers ogled, astonished, as the older woman deftly unfastened her blouse, then shrugged out of it. Though her grip momentarily fell from Ernie's cock, his prick stood up as stiffened and rock-hard as ever. He watched the garment glide from his mom's creamy shoulders, exposing the white cups of her bra.

"Mrs. Wilson!"