Two months ago, my world turned upside down. Our old babysitter went off to college and we found a new one on Craigslist. Tess came bouncing into our lives tits-first, and now that we've crossed the line with each other, it's becoming easy to cross more.
Yesterday, she texted me that she was playing a soccer game in my neighborhood. I decided to go for a jog. I cruised past the park and stopped for a minute to drink some water and catch my breath. I looked out onto the field and I saw my sexy babysitter playing out there. She was giving it her all, sprinting from one end of the field to the other, shouting to her teammates. She was good, I could tell. I only watched for about ten minutes but she scored a goal. I loved watching her run, if not only because her jersey was way too tight for her enormous boobs, stretching the material nice and taut. I was hypnotized by the sight of her huge tits bouncing up and down as she sprinted. I couldn't see from my vantage point at the water fountain, but I'd bet you my bottom dollar her hard nipples were poking through. How did she get away with this shit? My guess is her coach had as much of a hard-on for her as I do.
Every night as Shelley rolls away from me onto her side, I masturbate thinking about the way Tess surrounded my dick with her huge soft melons and jacked me off with them. Shelley doesn't mind when I masturbate in bed anymore. "Do what you have to do," she says, nodding off.
It's been a little while since we've needed a babysitter because Shelley just didn't like going out much anymore. So in terms of social contact, texts with Tess had been sustaining me for the past few weeks. She sent little flirtatious messages, and pictures of her body.
But I was getting kind of worried about her. Her answers were getting less flirty, and she hinted at some bad stuff going on at home. I tried not to worry about it, instead focusing my attention on my kids and getting things together with my wife. Maybe my flirtation and affair with Tess would go down in history as just that. Life goes on.
As the weather warmed up, so did Shelley. We started going for walks, canoeing, and playing with the kids outside. One day, she easily zipped up pants she hadn't worn in years. "I'm losing so much weight!" she exclaimed. We high-fived, and then we jumped on our bed in the middle of the afternoon and fucked, sunshine streaming in through the windows onto her body. It's something we hadn't done since we were in our twenties.
That night, we sat on the couch with our kids, watching one last show before bedtime, and there was a knock at the door. I went to go get it. Tess was standing in the rain, soaked to the skin in a hoodie and short shorts. She had a backpack and a suitcase with her.
"Tess, what's wrong?" I asked. I could hear Shelley getting up and coming toward the door to see what was going on. Tess was crying.
"Come on in, dear," Shelley said.
A few minutes later we had the story out of her: Her mom left last week, plain disappeared, and won't answer any of Tess's calls, but did send her a letter that said "I'm OK, in Tennesse, please don't try to find me - Mom." It was postmarked from Alabama. The minute they discovered her mom was gone, Tess's dad showed his worst self, threatening to lock her up in the basement.
"You were right to come over here," Shelley said. "You can stay with us as long as you need to."
"Thank you so much," she cried. "I didn't know who else to go to."
We set Tess up in the basement bedroom and called it a night.
In the morning, Shelley had to go to work early. I had a day off. I went downstairs to check on Tess. Since things were starting to go so well with Shelley, I was determined to make this visit from Tess a perfectly chaste one. I was even looking forward to setting some ground rules. No more texts, no more sloppy blowjobs. If she was going to stay in my house, we weren't going to carry on a relationship. It'd be too easy to be found out, and plus, I didn't need her anymore. I had my wife back. My beautiful, smart wife who'd hit a rough patch but was back. When I first met my wife, I fell in love with her intelligence and good humor. I loved her trim, tall body and her modest B cups. Now that I had her attention again, there was no way I needed this young woman, this insatiable, aggressive, huge-titted slut...
I flicked the light on. Tess sat up, pushing the covers down. She was wearing a white tank top with little roses all over it and matching panties. Her pink bra held in those boobs - the most enormous boobs I've ever seen in my life, looking even bigger on Tess's little frame. Her bra and tank top were a little too small, so tons of her flesh spilled over the top and the sides, jiggling as she sat up.
"Good morning," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Hi Tess," I said. "There are some things I want to talk to you about right away."
"Sure," she said, standing up so that her tits bounced even more. I tried not to stare.
"Well, I know we've been getting close lately, but if you're going to be staying here, I really think the best thing for us to do is avoid any type of intimacy."
Her brow furrowed and she looked down, biting her fat pink lip. Then, less than a second later, she perked up and looked up at me. "Of course! I understand," she said. "I'll be good."
"Thanks, Tess. That means a lot to me. Come upstairs when you're ready and I'll make you breakfast."
In about a half hour, Tess came upstairs, but she hadn't changed. She was still wearing that little tank top and her tit flesh jiggled as she walked over to me in the kitchen. She sat her tight ass down in the chair across from mine and said good morning.
"Tess," I said.
"Yes?"
