Karen Babysits For A Man Her Age Ch 03

This is another episode in Karen's developing relationship with her neighbor who has asked her to supervise her nephew, who is Karen's age. This chapter features lesbian relations and if you are offended by bodily functions, read no further.

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Karen had been supervising Jamie Benson for about a week and one half when Claire Kendall, his aunt, invited her over for tea one Saturday afternoon. Jamie was out for the afternoon and Claire wanted to discuss his lack of progress in securing a position.

"He seems to get plenty of interviews and even lunches," Claire said, "but nothing ever comes of it. It's almost like he's trying not to have to work."

"I think that's it," Karen responded, tossing her blonde hair, "he seems to enjoy being controlled by you and me, Claire. I suppose if we punished him some more it might impel him to get a job to get away from us, but I think he likes it. And he did seem quite taken with my panties, that time I made him wear them. That may have been a mistake and just encouraged his fetish."

Claire laughed. "Men," she chuckled, "can't live with or without them."

Karen was startled by Claire's remark. Her own recent experience with men had been far from satisfactory. They were attracted by her lovely figure and blonde hair but mostly they just wanted to get into her pants. It was enough to make a girl turn to her own kind, she thought.

Claire picked up on Karen's uncertainty. She walked over and sat herself down right next to Karen on the couch and put her arm around the younger woman's shoulders.

"You've had a tough time finding the right guy, haven't you?" she suggested in a warm tone of her voice.

Karen was surprised both by Claire's moving so close to her and by her comment, but her emotion at someone even showing any kind of sympathy for her, got to her and she barely kept from showing some tears.

"Now, now," Claire said sweetly, "I didn't mean to upset you, sweetie. If I told you about all the guys I've had to fend off because they really had no lasting interest in me, well..."

"You?" Karen asked incredulously. "But you're such an accomplished person, so sure of yourself."

"Don't let appearances impress you too much," Claire responded. "I do think I'm pretty well-preserved and I don't lack for men who want to get close to me, but the number who might be keepers...?"

Claire now began massaging Karen's shoulders and slipped her hand under Karen's thin top and applied her warm hands to Karen's spine and then around under the cups of her equally thin bra.

Karen was still a bit surprised but liked the feel of Claire's hands on her torso. She slowly slipped her top up over her head and off and then reached back and unhooked her small bra, releasing her well-rounded 34Bs.

"Why, Karen," Claire said simply, "you're just lovely."

And she moved her massaging hands right onto Karen's mounds and felt the nipples tighten and harden beneath her touch.

Karen loved Claire's fondling her breasts and felt herself get warm and wet down below.

She reached over to slip her hands under Claire's pale purple blouse and found a soft frame as she touched the older woman. Claire reached back and unhooked her own more formidable bra and extracted it from under the blouse.

Now, Karen could feel Claire's softer and less firm tits but enjoyed being able to extract the small moans of pleasure that her new friend exuded.

Claire decided to take things to the next level.

"Karen, I hope you'll agree that we might move to my bedroom," she said without any emotion or effort to convince.

Karen realized she was crossing a boundary because her previous involvements with other women had not passed the general bounds of friendship.

"I'd love to," she softly whispered to Claire as Claire held her hand and they rose together from the comfortable couch.

When they reached the bedroom, which Karen had only regarded previously from the door, Claire took Karen in her arms and hugged her as she continued to massage Karen's spine and breasts. Karen proceeded to unzip her short skirt and take it from her legs and place it on a conveniently placed chair.

Now she stood before Claire, who admired her with her eyes. "You truly are lovely, Karen," she said plainly and with a note of real affection, "don't ever think you're not."

Claire then unhooked and unzipped her own skirt, slipping it off to disclose her Spanx-type panties and a soft-beige garter belt with sheer hose, which she proceeded to unclip and roll down while she tugged her control pants down and off as well.

"I admire your skill at getting out of that body armor," Karen giggled, "and please, that is not meant to be critical."

"You'll find you need all the help you can get when you're at my stage of life," Claire chuckled, maintaining the lightness of their vocal interplay.

Now Claire was bare and her pubes, while definitely present, were lighter than Karen's blonde bush which was now visible to Claire when Karen slipped her thong down and off.

Claire did not hesitate to take the younger woman in her arms for a warm hug and she ran her hands then down Karen's sides and cupped them below her bottom cheeks as she helped her up onto the commodious bed.

Now the two began to explore each other, fondling their breasts and both then lightly tracing their fingers down their fronts over their flat stomachs and then through their hair-covered mons to graze over both already-risen little clits.

Claire probed right into Karen's thin-lipped vulva with two fingers and enjoyed the wetness her fingers encountered within Karen's love tunnel.

Karen daringly ran her finger over Claire's large protruding labia right down through her legs and the hair there to dab at Claire's puckered little anal rosette.

Claire was delighted at the brazenness of her friend's touching as she adored any contact with her anal area.

"Oh yes," she exclaimed softly to Karen, "let your finger go in there, oh, please..."

"Aren't you the naughty one?" Karen grinned to the highly-aroused Claire. "So you like playing back there?" she added as Claire nodded powerfully.

Karen then pushed her finger softly but firmly into Claire's anus and penetrated that opening right up to her knuckle. She smiled as she felt that Claire's rectum was not empty.

"Ooh," she chuckled as she withdrew the finger and looked at it to see the brown smudge on her nail, "I think some big girl is going to need to go potty soon, won't she?"

Being treated as a younger person appealed to the soft side of the highly assertive Claire, who giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "I will, yes, if you decide to let me, mommy."

This deference from such a Type A professional businesswoman impressed Karen and she said, "Well, if you keep being good, I think we can let you go and make your doody soon. Have you been a good girl?"

"I've been naughty, mommy," Claire gurgled as she was able for the first time in ages to enjoy playing the submissive role. "I've let the boys put their fingers into my hooha and I got to like it."

"Oh, dear," Karen continued in the spirit of their play, "you have been naughty. I'm afraid you will have to be spanked, sweetie."

"On my bare botty?" Claire asked in a question that was more of a request.

"Yes," Karen answered firmly, "so you had better get across mommy's lap now so she can give that naughty bottom a good warming."

Claire complied and crawled across Karen's lap as Karen sat on the edge of the bed.

Karen was amazed that she had this powerful woman's bottom staring up at her, hair protruding from between her legs. Karen began to spank the pale cheeks alternately and then increased the strength of her spanking strokes.

Soon Claire's bottom was rosy, then red, and she began to writhe in the throes of what Karen assumed was an oncoming orgasm.

She soon began to buck and then exhale loudly as her vagina dripped more and more of her juices onto Karen's lap. Karen calmed her spanking hand and began to caress the bottom she had been punishing. When Claire finished enjoying her cum, Karen again probed the dark puckered anal opening with her index finger and again felt the imminent need Claire was having to sit on the toilet soon.

She suggested that she would take her charge to the adjoining master bathroom and Claire nodded her agreement.

"Now sit on the potty, sweetie," Karen gushed in her most matronly tone of voice, "and tell mommy when you are making your doody."

Claire was excited yet again by hearing Karen use such a childish word and responded with what must have been a memory of her own childhood, "Will mommy want to see what Claire did before she flushes?"

Karen grinned and said that Claire knew that she always must let mommy observe what Claire did in the potty before it was flushed away.

Claire now produced some quite adult-sounding bowel noises and Karen then heard a large movement slide out and noisily plop into the bowl.

Realizing Claire had finished her excreting, Karen told her to turn around so "mommy can wipe your botty back there."

Claire complied and in response to Karen's motioning her, held her bottom cheeks widely open so Karen could take the toilet tissue and wipe up the fecal residue on her anus and the dark area right around it.

"I have to wipe hard, sweetie," she said, "so we don't leave any of that poo in your hair back down there."

She showed Claire the smudged toilet tissue before depositing it in the toilet and finally flushing.

They both proceeded to wash their hands thoroughly in the sink and wipe each other dry.

Now they held each other's hands and walked back to the bedroom, fell onto the bed, and hugged one another.

Karen moved down so she could apply her tongue to Claire's wet labia and vulva. She licked her friend and managed to get her tongue right up into Claire's vagina, enjoying Claire's distinctive flavor.

Claire turned toward Karen's feet and positioned herself to lave Karen's cute little cunt. The thin-lipped vulva started to open as a flower to Claire's licks and Claire knew from experience to insinuate her tongue into Karen's tighter vaginal vault.

The two managed to bring each other to sweet climaxes a few seconds apart. Then they held each other tightly, kissed some more, deeply, and almost shed tears of happiness at the love they had found.

It would mark the beginning of a new relationship between them and Karen wondered what the implications might be for her continuing supervision of Claire's nephew, Jamie. She began to consider how she might expand her field of operations to include developing a similar rapport with him.