Busty Babysitter 1

Suggested by Vince.

Melanie woke up to the sweet aroma of morning sex. Her curly brown hair cascading over the pillow, she stretched out her voluptuous figure with a contented sigh. The sun peeked through the velvet drapes, casting a warm glow on the tangled sheets.

Her son Justin lay beside her, his youthful form still glistening with the remnants of their passionate encounter. His cock, though now flaccid, was just as beautiful as when it was fully erect, slamming deep inside the very birth canal from which he'd emerged 19 years before.

That was indeed the case the previous night, Melanie having returned home from a client's house to find her strapping son in bed and fucking his older sister, Selena up her juicy ass.

Unable to resist, Melanie had watched as fucked her to countless orgasms before finally bursting deep in her cunt. As Selena hobbled out, Melanie then entered the room she shared with her son, watching as his softening cock instantly swelled back up.

In seconds, she was on her back, naked except for her heels, Justin plunging deep into her wet pussy as they lewdly and passionately made out, Justin filling each of her holes with his fresh hot jizz before they'd fallen asleep.

The memory alone had her pussy soaking through the sheets.

Melanie, ever the seductress, reached over and gave his member a gentle squeeze, eliciting a sleepy groan of pleasure.

"Mom," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction, "you're insatiable."

Melanie chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And you love it, don't you, mi hijito?" She leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the forehead before sliding out of bed.

Her tits bounced tantalizingly as she sauntered towards the en suite bathroom, the echoes of their lovemaking still resonating through her immaculate. body.

She stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade over her body, washing away the sweat and the scent of sex. As she soaped herself up, she couldn't help but imagine all the endless depravity that awaited her.

Justin, now fully awake as he took a long morning piss, watched his mother's voluptuous figure through the steamed-up glass, his cock stirring again at the sight. He knew she'd be back for more, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Melanie emerged from the shower, her flawless body still covered in water droplets as she brushed her teeth, her thoughts already drifting to the day ahead and the potential for more illicit encounters.

"Mom," Justin called out, his voice filled with urgency, "aren't you forgetting something?"

Melanie turned to face him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "What could I possibly forget?"

With a predatory glint in his eye, Justin gestured to his already rock hard cock. "This," he said simply.

Melanie couldn't resist the temptation. She sauntered back to the bed. She took his cock into her mouth again, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. The sound of her son's moans filled the room as she worked her magic, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his shaft.

As she bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving his, Melanie felt a sense of power. She knew that she could have any man she wanted, but there was something uniquely satisfying about bringing her own son to the brink of ecstasy. She cupped his balls in one hand, feeling them tighten as he grew closer to climax.

"Oh, Mom," he groaned, "you're the best."

Melanie chuckled around his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper. She could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, and she knew that he was close. With a final flick of her wrist and a deep throat, she swallowed his cum, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

The two lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. But Melanie's mind was already racing ahead to the next opportunity for pleasure. She had plans to make, people to seduce, and a hunger that was never truly sated.

As she padded out of the room, she couldn't help but glance out the window at the neighboring house. She had noticed Sam Rush, the handsome single dad with the young children. His plight was well-known in the neighborhood, juggling his high-pressure job at an advertising firm with the demands of parenthood.

Melanie felt a familiar tingle of arousal at the thought of him, her eyes lingering on the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders as he played with the kids in the yard.

Melanie watched from her window, her breath hitching in her throat as she observed Sam interacting with his children. The young ones giggled and chased each other, their laughter filling the quiet neighborhood. Sam looked up, his bald head gleaming in the sun, and for a moment, their eyes met.

He offered a weary smile, and she felt her pussy clench with want. She smiled back and waved sweetly, the innocent man having no idea of the depraved thoughts in her mind.

Melanie had noticed the way his gaze lingered on her whenever they crossed paths, and she knew that beneath the veneer of the responsible father was a man in desperate need of a good, hard fuck.

Melanie retreated into the cool embrace of the mansion, her thoughts swirling with delicious possibilities. She knew that she would have to be careful, that the line between neighborly concern and blatant seduction was a fine one, but she had always been a master of subtlety.

She didn't want to scare the man off. But she wasn't afraid to take some hard dick if it was available. One way or another, she would her hands... and more on that cock of his. She just had to wait for the right opportunity.

Melanie took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh scent of the gardenia bushes that lined the property. She strolled over to the fence, her heart racing at the thought of what lay just beyond. Sam's house was a picture of domestic chaos, the laughter of his children spilling over into her own quiet space.

She leaned against the wrought-iron bars, her eyes scanning the yard for any sign of him.

As if on cue, Sam emerged from the house, his tie loosened and his shirtsleeves rolled up. The sight of him made her core throb with desire. He looked up from his phone, his blue eyes squinting against the sun. She gave him a warm smile, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes, and called out a greeting.

"Sam," she purred, "how are you holding up over there?"

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "It's been a rough week. The babysitter cancelled last minute, and I've got a big project at work I have to do an all-nighter to complete. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage it all."

Melanie feigned a look of concern. "Oh, you poor thing. Why don't you let me help out tonight?"

Sam hesitated for a moment, his expression a mix of surprise and relief. "Really? That would be amazing, Mel. But are you sure?"

"Of course," she assured him, her smile widening. "What kind of neighbor would I be if I didn't lend a hand?"

Sam looked at her gratefully, the weight of his burdens visibly lifting. "You're a lifesaver, Mel. I'll owe you big time."

Melanie waved off his concerns with a flick of her wrist, her eyes never leaving his. "It's no trouble at all. Besides, I adore children."

He was due at the office at 8 so she arrived to his house at 7:15. She arrived in a tight blue dress which stopped just short of her knees along with matching heels. The dress had a plunging neckline that showcased her massive tits, and she knew it would drive him wild. She knocked gently on the door, her heart racing with anticipation.

The door swung open and Sam looked surprised, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Melanie, you're a godsend," he said, stepping aside to let her in.

"Don't you worry about a thing," she purred, stepping over the threshold. The house was a whirlwind of toys and tiny shoes, the sound of little feet pattering down the hallway. Sam's children, Rachel, Michael, Olivia, and baby Timmy, came barreling into the room, their faces lighting up when they saw the glamorous woman who had come to stay with them.

Melanie knelt down to their level, her dress hiking up slightly to reveal a hint of the lace panties she had chosen for the evening. "Hola, niños," she said with a smile. "I'm here to take care of you while your daddy works."

They chattered excitedly, eager to show her their favorite toys and games. Rachel, the eldest at six, had a mop of curly blonde hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. Michael, four, was all energy and curiosity, his cheeks flushed from playing. Olivia, the youngest at three, clung to Melanie's leg, her chubby fingers playing with the hem of the dress. And baby Timmy, just a year old, cooed from his bouncer, watching the scene with wide, blue eyes.

Melanie felt a thrill as she interacted with the children, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come later. But for now, she focused on making dinner, playing games, and getting the little ones ready for bed. She was a natural with them, her warmth and affection drawing them in.

The hours ticked by, and Melanie found herself lost in a sea of giggles and sticky kisses. She read them stories, bathed them, and tucked them into bed, feeling a strange sense of fulfillment she hadn't expected. But it wasn't long before the house grew quiet and she could hear the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

It felt funny. It had been years since she'd had children this small, excluding the little ones around the mansion. Her own children were now adults. It was nice being back in this environment. Rachel was a spitfire, eager to help and full of questions. Michael was a typical four-year-old boy, into everything and full of energy. Olivia was shy but sweet, and baby Timmy was just adorable.

Melanie had always liked kids. She'd had 6 of her own, after all. But it had been a while since she had to take care of ones so young. Rachel was a little rascal, asking question after question about everything she saw. Michael was all over the place, his curiosity unbridled. And Olivia, oh, she was so shy and sweet. It was almost cute. Timmy was a handful, but all babies are. They were all so adorable, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she went about her duties as a surrogate mother for the night.

As she put the last plate into the dishwasher, she glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven, and she knew that Sam would be home soon. She felt a thrill of anticipation run down her spine. The children were all tucked in, their sweet dreams filled with visions of whatever it is children dream of.

The house was eerily quiet now, the only sound the occasional whir of a nightlight projecting stars onto the ceiling. Melanie had done a good job getting the kids to sleep, a feat she hadn't performed in years. She walked into the living room and sat down on the plush couch, her thoughts drifting to Sam. She knew he had to be tired, working hard to provide for his little ones. The idea of being his solace, his escape from the mundane, made her pussy wet.

The clock on the mantle chimed midnight, and she heard the garage door rumble open. Sam's car pulled in, the engine cutting off with a sigh. She stood up, smoothing her dress down over her curvy hips and adjusted her cleavage. The front door opened, and the smell of his cologne filled the hallway.

"Thanks so much, Mel," Sam said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight."

"It's no problem, Sam," she replied, her voice soothing and warm. "They're adorable."

He chuckled, running a hand over his bald head. "They can be a handful."

They sat down on the couch, and Melanie noticed the weariness etched into his features. She could see the stress in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. "You look like you could use a drink," she offered, her voice low and sultry.

Sam nodded, his eyes closing briefly in relief. "That would be heavenly."

Melanie went to the wet bar in the corner, her hips swaying as she poured two generous glasses of whiskey. She handed one to Sam, their fingers brushing briefly, sending a spark of electricity through her body. She took a sip of her own, feeling the warm liquid slide down her throat, loosening the knots of tension.

"So, tell me about your day," she cooed, settling back into the cushions.

Sam took a deep breath, his eyes glazing over as he recounted the never-ending meetings and tight deadlines that had consumed his hours. Melanie listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face. She could feel the tension radiating from him, his broad shoulders slumped with the weight of his responsibilities.

"It's just... it's all so much sometimes," he sighed, taking a gulp of his whiskey.

Melanie nodded sympathetically, her hand moving to rest on his thigh. "You work too hard," she murmured. "You deserve a little... release."

Sam looked at her, his expression shifting from one of fatigue to something more primal. He knew what she was offering, and he couldn't resist. He set his glass down and leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was at once tender and hungry. Her hand moved higher, caressing the growing bulge in his pants. Their kiss grew deeper, their tongues dancing together as their hands began to roam.

"Melanie," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

"Mm?" she hummed, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she watched him.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

"Thank you," she purred, her hand stroking his cock through his boxers. "But I'm not just a pretty face, you know."

Sam chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, I've heard stories," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

Melanie's smile grew wicked. "Stories, huh?"

"The whispers of the neighborhood," he replied, his thumb brushing over her plump bottom lip. "They say you're quite... experienced."

Her eyes glinted with amusement. "And do those whispers excite you?"

"More than you know," he admitted, his hand moving to cup one of her breasts. The weight of it filled his palm, the fabric of her dress doing little to conceal the perfection beneath.

"Why don't you tell me what you really need, Sam," she said, her voice a sultry invitation.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with desire. "I need... I need to feel alive again."

Melanie leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "And I can do that for you," she whispered. "But you have to tell me what you want."

"I want you," he said simply. "I want those gorgeous tits in my mouth."

With a knowing smile, she untied the bow at her neck, her dress parting to reveal her ample cleavage. "Take what you want," she offered, her voice a seductive purr.

Sam needed no further encouragement. He leaned forward, his mouth claiming one of her nipples, teasing it to a hard peak with his tongue. She gasped, her hand moving to cradle the back of his head, urging him on. He switched to the other, giving it the same treatment, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

The room grew hot with passion, their breaths mingling as they kissed deeply. Melanie felt a warmth spreading through her, a familiar ache that she knew only Sam could satisfy.

"My turn," she murmured, pushing him back onto the couch. She straddled him, her dress riding up to reveal her matching lace panties. "I've been waiting for this all day."

Her hand slid down his chest, over the bulge in his pants, and she began to unbuckle his belt with a wicked smile. Sam watched her, his heart pounding in his chest, as she revealed his cock to the cool night air. It sprang to life, thick and eager, and Melanie leaned in to give it a gentle kiss.

"Mel," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tracing the ridge before sliding down his shaft. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and she felt his body tense beneath her.

Melanie moaned, the vibrations of her pleasure resonating through his cock. She knew exactly how to drive a man wild, how to make him beg for more. Her mouth was wet and hot, her tongue flicking over his length as she sucked him off with a skill that came from years of experience.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, the only sound the wet suckling noises of her mouth and his desperate gasps. She could feel the tension in his body building, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth as he grew closer and closer to release.

"You're so good," he managed to say, his voice strained. "So fucking good."

Melanie pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, and looked up at him with a coy smile. "Is that all you've got, Sam?"

He growled, his hands gripping her shoulders. "I want more," he said, his voice gruff with desire.

With a laugh, she climbed off him, her panties now soaked with her own arousal. She turned to face the couch, her ass sticking out, and bent over the armrest. "Take me," she ordered, her voice firm. "Take me like you mean it."

Sam didn't need any more encouragement. He was behind her in an instant, his cock sliding between her thighs. He teased her pussy, rubbing the head against her clit before plunging into her wetness.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her body trembling with the force of his entry. He was bigger than she had expected, filling her up in a way that was almost painful. But she liked pain. She liked the way it made her feel alive, the way it made her crave more.

He began to fuck her hard, his hips slapping against her ass. She could feel every inch of him, the veins on his cock pulsing as he pushed deeper and deeper. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her with an intensity that took her breath away.

Melanie's tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples brushing against the cool leather of the couch. She reached back, her hand finding his balls, squeezing them gently as she encouraged him to go faster, harder.

"Yeah," she moaned, her voice muffled by the cushion. "Just like that. Don't hold back."

Sam grunted, his grip tightening. He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he kissed the nape of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "It's like fucking a virgin all over again."

Melanie chuckled, the sound coming out as a guttural moan. "You wish," she said, her voice teasing.

The couch creaked beneath them, the sound of skin on leather echoing through the quiet house. The only other sounds were their heavy breaths and the slap of their bodies coming together.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and she turned to face him. Her eyes were wild, her hair a mess around her flushed face. "I want you to fuck my tits," she demanded.

Sam's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. He pulled out straddled her, his cock pointing straight at her chest. She leaned back, her breasts spilling out of her dress, and took his cock between her hands. She squeezed it tight, feeling the warmth and hardness, before guiding it to her nipples.

He groaned as the head of his cock grazed the sensitive flesh, leaving a wet trail in its wake. "Fuck, Mel," he breathed, his eyes locked on hers as he began to thrust. His cock slid through the valley of her tits, leaving a snail's trail of precum. She squeezed them together, creating a tight tunnel for him to fuck.

The sight of her massive tits enveloping his cock was too much for him. He began to pump faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Melanie's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder with every thrust.

"Oh, yeah," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

Her words were like a spell, and he lost all semblance of control. He fucked her tits with a ferocity that belied his tiredness, his hips snapping forward as he drove his cock deeper and deeper. Melanie's eyes never left his, a silent challenge that he took as a promise of what was to come.