I am driving toward Deadman's Curve going 70 miles per hour; a speed that I know will send me crashing over the guardrail. How did my nice orderly life turn into this? My name is Tom and I am 42 years old. I worked hard from the day I graduated as a pharmacist. For several years I was employed by the largest drugstore in town, saved my money and opened my own drug store. I worked six or seven days a week while I built up my business. Now I have a beautiful home, a good income, and felt now was the time to start and enjoy life. I never married as I was to busy working to have any kind of social life and no friends, only business associates.
The first thing I wanted to get rid of was cleaning the house, so I advertised for a live in housekeeper who would also do cooking. My old office, which had a separate entrance, could easily be redone as maid quarters. It did not have a shower or tub but it had a good toilet and sink with hot and cold water. I ran the ad for 3 days and had only one applicant. She was black; not that I am prejudice, but she did not fit the mental image I had of a kindly older women who would look after the house like it was her own. Her name was Bella, in her mid thirty's, and she was a big-boned heavyset woman. She won't have any trouble moving my furniture, I thought. She also had an 18-year-old daughter. I did not like the idea of another person in my house, especially a teenager but Bella insisted she was a good girl and a great help to her. She said I was getting 2 people for the price of one. I was somewhat reluctant, but since I had no other applicants I gave her the job.
From the day they moved in Sandra, her daughter would go out of her way to tease me. She was a sexy, beautiful young girl. Once I asked her why she wore miniskirts to high school. She said it made the boys hot. "Do I make you hot Mr. Bellows?" she said with a smile.
She would never do anything when her mother was around, she would wait until she was busy somewhere else and then the teasing would start. She would often stick her finger in her mouth and suck it while staring at me with a slight smile on her face.
Once when I was watching TV and her mother was busy preparing dinner, she came into the room with a banana. Sitting on a chair between the TV and me and slouching down so that I could get a glimpse of her panties she started kissing it while looking at me. Next she took the banana and rubbed it over her breast. The teasing little witch was not wearing a bra under her sweater and I could see her nipple stiffen under her sweater. Then looking at me all the time she slowly pealed the banana and started licking the very tip. When she was sure she had my attention she stuck the banana in her mouth and rapidly thrust it in and out. I am in my mid forty's with little interest in teenagers, but this performance had me incredibly turned on. With a smirk on her face she got up and went into the kitchen and I could hear her say, "Hi mommy, I'm home from school."
Around her mother, she acted more like a twelve-year-old. She would talk about school or some boy teasing her and pulling her hair. Sometimes she would come skipping into dinner carrying a doll she had since she was six. She wore her hair in pigtails and would often giggle when talking to her "mommy." Several times when her mother got up to go to the stove or something, she would pull up her skirt and spread her legs wide to give me a good look at her panties. Of course her skirt was always over her knees by the time her mother returned to the table. One time when her mother had to leave the kitchen for a moment, Sandra, stood up, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side showing her pussy. She was standing not more than 5 feet away making sure I got a good look.
She called her doll Mr. Bluejeans because it was a male farmer doll wearing overalls. After dinner Sandra and I would watch TV while her mother cleaned up in the kitchen. When she was sure her mother could not hear she would start her teasing. Holding the doll to her breast she would say in her little girl voice, "Be a good sucky baby and suck mommy's titty." Then she would spread her legs and use the doll head to masturbate herself through her panties. "Mr. Bluejeans you are to small to satisfy mommy. Are you bigger Mr. Bellows?"
One evening over dinner Bella asked if it would be OK if Sandra watched TV with me in the evening. She said she liked to relax after a day's work, maybe read a little before going to bed early. Sandra liked to watch TV after taking her bath and the noise prevented her from sleeping. She told me TV was Sandra's main form of entertainment because she was a good girl and did not go out with boys the way others her age did. Sandra would watch whatever I was watching and if she gave me any trouble I was to send her to her room. I did not like the idea but her mother painted this picture of innocence and virtue that I began to think maybe I was judging Sandra to harshly. In the end I agreed. Thinking about it afterward, was I just stupid or did I secretly want her around. "Oh thank you Mr. Bellows," Sandra said as she came over and kissed me.
It started that night. She would come in wearing her short bathrobe. Sometimes it was half-open as she made sure I could see she was nude under her robe. She would find all kinds of ways to flash her pussy or her small breasts at me always with a teasing smile. I don't like teenagers, but her constant teasing was getting me aroused.
She did not sit on the sofa where I expected her to sit, but on my lap as I sat in my easy chair. I should have told her to get off the first time she did it, but since I didn't this became the normal. She often wiggled around on my lap. I know she could feel my hard on even though I was fully clothed.
One evening she came into the living room where we watched TV and said, "One of the boys spanked me after school because I would not do something he wanted. If I have a bruise on my bottom my mother will kill me. Have a look Mr. Bellows and tell me." With that she turned in front of me, pulled up her robe and in her little girl voice said, "Feel my bottom all over Mr. Bellows and I'll tell you when you get to the part that hurts."
I should have known better but she was to tempting not to touch. After A couple minutes she said, "I guess it doesn't hurt anymore. Thinking about it, I kind of liked it. Do you want to spank me Mr. Bellows and make me do what that boy wanted?"
"What did he want you to do?"
