Should I have told Shelley that our perfect little babysitter gave me the cocksucking of my life? Should I have told her that I jacked off to glamour shots of our slutty babysitter on my laptop whenever I got the chance? Should I have shown her the dirty texts she sent me? Maybe. I don't know. My guilt was strong, but my anger at Shelley was stronger. I guess she's always been this cold. I don't know why. And why hadn't it bothered me much before? Maybe I was just used to it. Tess entering my life was like getting hit with a warm, wet bombshell of kindness and care.
Tess and I had been texting every since the fatal night in the back of my car. The conversations usually brought me so close to climax I hardly needed to touch myself. One night I got her to send me pictures of her pretty little pussy. She didn't need much convincing.
I learned a lot about Tess through our texts. She loved our town, which she wrote was quiet and cute. She had a boyfriend, a quarter back on the football team who she wrote had a tiny dick and didn't know how to play with her big tits like I do. She told me she wanted to be a mom. She didn't really have any career aspirations - her sisters went to beauty school, so she thought maybe she'd do that, but even that didn't seem great. She loved kids though. She told me maybe she'd want to be a nanny or something... But really just a mom.
I texted her, "Your tits would be even bigger if you were pregnant..."
She texted back, "Would you like that?"
"I'd fucking love that, baby." I came all over my hand thinking about her pregnant belly, how much bigger her already huge chest would look.
The next time she came over to babysit, I was ready. I answered the door and she looked so incredible. Her tits were bursting out of her tiny v-neck t-shirt and I could clearly see her outrageous nipples. I wanted to pull down her shirt and start sucking them. Shelley was upstairs getting ready and the kids were in the basement playing. I scooped Tess into my arms and pressed her chest up against mine. I gave her a quiet kiss. She melted in my arms and I grabbed her ass, clad in tight shorts, and pulled it in toward me so she could feel how hard my cock was for her.
"Hi, Mr. W.," she giggled.
"You can start calling me John."
My 18-year-old babysitter smiled and shimmied as she took her coat off. She pulled a sweater out of her bag and put it on, presumably to cover up for Shelley, who I could hear coming down the stairs. Even with the loose sweater on, Tess couldn't cover up her enormous rack. Her body was obscene. How did her male teachers handle themselves?
"Hi Tess!" Shelley said. "We're kind of in a rush but help yourself to anything while we're away. We might not be back until midnight or so." We were going to a charity function for Shelley's work. Neither of us wanted to go. But we had to. Shelley seemed pissed at me on the ride over. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't answer. Then finally after, ten stoney minutes, she let it all out.
"John, I just don't know if I want this anymore." I knew what she meant.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
That was the end of the conversation. It honestly wasn't even that surprising to hear. You could see the contempt on her face all the time. She didn't like this life we had. When we got home, Shelley went upstairs right away and I went to the family room, where little Tess was wrapped up in a blanket, sleeping. She looked like an angel. I gently cupped her shoulder and she blinked a little. When she saw it was me she reached her arms up for an embrace. I pulled her toward me and held her tight. It felt so right. I set her down and gave her a long, slow kiss.
"How were the kids?"
"They were great! We had so much fun together." Tess sat up so I could sit next to her on the couch and started telling me a story about the kids. She took off her sweater and was speaking so animatedly that her chest was going wild, jiggling and bouncing. I could see her hard nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra and her huge boobs were still high on her chest. I was staring. I didn't pretend like I wasn't staring. She had me. She fucking had me.
I laughed and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to sit in my lap. She finished her story, her tits coming to rest on my thick forearms. Again I bounced her up and down on my knee, which made her giggle. I could feel her boobs on my arms moving up and down and I could see a blurry outline of us in the TV. She looked so hot, cuddled up in my lap. I started kissing her neck and rubbing her thighs. She moaned. I ran my hands through her hair, squeezed her huge tits, played with her nipples, rubbed her pussy through her shorts... I grabbed her hips and rolled her hips around, making sure she could feel my huge cock through our clothes. She felt incredible to me.
