Part One The Beginning
As John Clarke came into the room, Mrs Murphy his 52 year old cleaning lady was more than ready. Over the past 4 weeks she had started to recognise her Employer's little mannerisms. She knew his needs so well.
She was a nice lady and didn't want Mr Clarke to do anything that he didn't want to do. He was after all a Senior Teacher and had taught several of her children in the local High School. He deserved respect.
She was quite prepared to carry on dusting the lounge but she could see the way he was looking at her. A little pathetic really. She didn't want to take advantage of him but it had its own rewards.
Mrs Murphy was a quite plain middle aged lady but she murmured softly "Your lovely wife is upstairs putting the children to bed Sir, I think you may like a little comforting."
John struggled with his conscience. He knew it was safe, as Elizabeth would be upstairs for at least an hour. He had given in before to his fetish for this older cleaning lady. She knew him so well.
She brought back nostalgic memories of his own childhood which he had battled all his life.
He had already confessed everything to her. Mrs Murphy knew all his secret desires and needs and that after he had succumbed he would reward her well for her services and more importantly her silence. She was a very respectable church going woman but with her husband being unwell, the additional money was wonderful.
She knew his secrets and despite all her church activities she had started to enjoy it. She asked gently "Do you want me to be your mother John. You can be my little boy. Mummy will always let her little boy see anything he wants."
As Mrs Murphy walked towards a chair positioned right in front of the closed door leading into the hallway John felt his penis stiffen up and throb. He had no chance. He didn't want to resist.
Her cotton frock was quite flared and as she sat on the chair he could see partly up.
Agnus Murphy murmured "You have been watching Mummy all evening Baby Boy. Wondering what colour panties she is wearing haven't you?"
He made one last desperate attempt saying "What if Elizabeth comes down the stairs?"
She smiled at his efforts. "I am sitting in front of the door and can hear anything, but if you don't want Mummy to help you then I will get on with my cleaning."
He panicked "Oh Mummy. Please." He was a little pathetic.
Agnus wanted to be sure "Would you like me to stop cleaning for a while Mr Clarke?"
He gave in "Oh yes please Mrs Murphy."
She sat down on the straight backed chair and let her knees swing open. It wasn't an accident that her dress was up around her stocking tops.
She smiled "Now tell me John. What colour are Mummy's panties?"
"White, Mummy."
"And do you like Mummy's white knickers, John?"
"Yes Mummy."
John was a Senior Teacher in a large Comprehensive School. It was ridiculous that he should be behaving in this manner with his middle aged cleaner when his pretty young wife who was also a teacher was upstairs with his children.
Mrs Murphy knew the conflicts raging in her Employers mind. She was very confident of the outcome.
"Lie on the carpet John."
He knew what would happen. He couldn't resist it. As he lay down Mrs Murphy stood astride over his face.
He was looking straight up her clothes.
His penis was tenting his trousers.
Mrs Murphy smiled kindly "Be a good boy and pull your cock out John."
John felt helpless as he lay on his back and undid his trousers front before releasing his excited part.
