I Was Their Babysitter Pt 12

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This is the twelfth part, and I am just in awe at the progression of this series! In fact, this is the first time I'm sharing in this category! **While there is talk of incest, none occurs in this chapter.** I hope you have been enjoying the storyline. I also hope you've found yourself wanting to check out the rest of my works. Please *follow me* so you'll be the first to know when the next parts come out. I know you're gonna want to see what happens!

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Recap :

I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 12

As she sat in the car waiting to find her courage, MaeLyn Michaels gave herself a pep talk. "This is ridiculous. You're an independent woman, and you have every right to enter a store that sells sex stuff. Besides, no one around here knows you, not to mention on a random mid-weekday in July. No one would even notice you walking in. Just go! What's there to lose? You have plenty of money to pick up anything you see which might stimulate your sex life. And you deserve it, dammit! Get out there!" With a huff, MaeLyn sighed in defeat against her "better judgment."

"You're right," she resigned. "You're right! And I do deserve it!" With that last statement, she got out of the car and headed for the little shop.

"I.D. and a dollar," the man at the door requested. MaeLyn quickly pulled both out of her wallet and set them on the tray. "Come in," he invited her once he saw that both were legit.

"Hello," a blonde woman standing at the counter greeted her and waved her over. "Please forgive my doorman. He's all business, but he keeps things in order around here. My name is Agatha, but everyone just calls me Aggie. What brings you in today?"

As MaeLyn prepared to answer, she caught sight of another woman in the store. She was very lovely. A sudden fluttering within her belly suddenly awakened in a way MaeLyn hadn't felt in years. Huh...

"Oh, sorry," she quickly apologized when she found herself staring. "I'm MaeLyn. I, uh... I've decided to try some new things. I have never been in a shop like this. I was just curious. And I'd like to see what's out there to..."

"Stimulate your needs?" Aggie asked and smiled. "Don't we all?" she added and winked. "Well, I'm happy to answer any questions or show you around, but I understand if you just want to take a look yourself before you find yourself needing to ask anything. There's no time limit. Please walk around, familiarize yourself with what we have, and feel free to ask as you see fit. I'll be around."

"Thank you," MaeLyn offered and nodded as she turned to head for the closest aisle. The woman she'd noticed earlier had made her way closer, so when MaeLyn chose an aisle, she put on her bravest face and approached her. "Hi there. I'm MaeLyn. Nothing like meeting a beautiful woman in a store like this, right?"

Where had that come from?

"Just what crossed my mind as well," the woman answered. "Hi, I'm Shawna. Yes, this is a first for me. I heard Aggie tell you about this place. Never been here either?"

"No, but there's no time like the present to try new things, I suppose," MaeLyn suggested. "I was widowed ten years ago and have been putting off getting back out there. What about you?"

Well, divorced when my son was only three," Shawna admitted. "We had only married because we got pregnant, and soon, well, it turned out that I wasn't what he had in mind for his forever. He doesn't even see his kid. So, my son became my sole purpose in life. Now that he's 19, I've decided to do some things for me again."

"That's long time to wait," MaeLyn noted. "Say, would you like to go grab a coffee and come back a little later to check out the store?"

"I'd love that," Shawna admitted and reached out to take MaeLyn's hand. "That's really nice of you."

"Well, you seem like the type of person I'd like to get to know better," MaeLyn responded and pointed towards the door. To the doorman, she continued speaking. "We'd like to step out for a while. Mind if we get those IDs back? We're good for it." After looking over at Aggie for her approval, he nodded.

"We're open til 9PM," Aggie offered and winked at them.

"That will give us just enough time to scratch the surface, but we'll be back," MaeLyn assured her. "Thanks."

As they walked to the nearby coffee place, they continued sharing about themselves. Several times throughout their date, each would reach over and touch the hand of the other woman. Neither had felt things like those they were each feeling for one another in too long, and it was lovely to get to share in such a way.

"Um, may I be frank about something?" MaeLyn requested.

"Sure," Shawna responded as she slid her finger down MaeLyn's hand.

"I appreciate the mutual attraction here, but I'm a rather older woman than yourself," MaeLyn admitted. "I have grandchildren about the age of your son, in fact. My sexy bits aren't near as sexy these days. Shouldn't you be looking out for a woman of your own age, or perhaps younger?"

"If I simply wanted someone my own age, I could just grope myself," Shawna retorted. "And I do have access to someone, some

people

, actually, my own age. I'm pleased with them plenty. I didn't set out to meet someone today, but it appears that those little fluttering butterflies that people often call 'hormones' which live in my nether region sure seem to have taken a liking to you."

"You have that too, huh?" MaeLyn asked and set her hand right on top of Shawna's hand. "Because I haven't been with a woman in a long time, but I'm thinking it might be like riding a bike. And I'd sure like to see if that's true." MaeLyn covered her face with her other hand. "Is this crazy?" she whispered. "I only wanted to dip my toe in the waters of sexuality again. You're like the ocean I've only seen from afar other than playing in it once or twice when I was much younger. I can't describe it, but I feel like I'd like to set sail with you and never look back."

"It's certainly crazy, but gosh, MaeLyn, if there's a reason to be crazy, I'd say this was it," Shawna answered. "Wanna go check out that store with a new purpose, and then maybe we could head back to my place to see about using our new purchases?"

"I've wanted nothing more in too many years," MaeLyn sighed and stood up.

Entering that special little store gave a whole new feeling to the women who'd only set foot in it once earlier that day. They took turns suggesting items and racked up a hefty bill which they happily split evenly. Aggie gave them a curious look but smiled as she handed them the bags.

"Sometimes, I'm amazed at what this store provides, and it has nothing to do with the products I order from the manufacturers," Aggie acknowledged. "Ladies, you have a fantastic evening."

"If I have anything to do about it, we certainly will," Shawna promised and grabbed MaeLyn's free hand to lead her out of the store. Both women sped in their cute little cars as quickly as possible to get to Shawna's place. MaeLyn had barely taken her keys out of the ignition when Shawna opened her door, grabbed her by the hand, nearly dragged the woman up to her door and slammed her into the back of the front door to have her first taste of those sweet lips she'd been eyeing all afternoon.

"Holy shit!" MaeLyn gasped and brought Shawna's mouth back onto hers after a quick breath. They groped one another and cupped anything they could get their hands on. "You're so fucking sexy, Shawna. I can't believe you want to do this with me."

"The rule from now on," Shawna suggested, "is that we don't mention age as a reason to not be together. I want your hot body, Mae, and I'm about to give you mine. You game?"

"Fuck, yes," MaeLyn responded as she tore off Shawna's shirt, pulled down her bra to reveal her gorgeous tits, and dove in by grasping one as she ran her mouth and tongue all over the other one.

"We are in for a loooooonnnnggg night," Shawna declared and laid back to enjoy more tongue action by her new older lover.

***

"Oh, hi Gram!" I greeted my grandmother one sunny weekday in September. I hadn't been expecting her visit, but she'd been texting Lana and me lately about how things were going with school, work, the house, and our (my) new love interests. Lana only mentioned Tom on a regular basis when communicating with family, so I knew that's who Gram meant when asking about that. She'd asked about our days off, and I told her we had no plans all day on that particular day, so she must have intended to come visit.

"Well, hello, sweetheart," she greeted me back and stepped into our house when I held the door opened farther for her. "Hello, Lana, dear," she extended her greeting. "Come, give your old grandma a hug, both of you!"

"Gram!" I chided. "You're hardly old," I argued.

"Sixty-two is the new forty, Gram!" Lana added. "Besides, Steph and I don't care for numbers. We are young homeowners, and we pride ourselves on the compliments we receive from our neighbors about how well we take care of the yard, how quiet we are, and how nice we are to have around. Age is a number. That's all," she finalized and shrugged.

"Well, you might think differently when you're a little older, but I appreciate the sentiment anyway," Gram responded. "The body doesn't always receive the same messages."

"That's why I intend to do stretches every day until I'm eighty," Lana justified. "I need to be able to keep an active, uh... social life well into my prime and then some," she added which had my eyes growing wide at her comment. I knew what she was insinuating, but Gram didn't need to know what her granddaughter was up to.

"Well, I would agree that it would definitely help to keep that sex life nice and active, young lady," Gram stated as if she was simply encouraging us to study well for our next exam. I jumped and shook my head. Lana did the same all while turning to look and see if I heard the same thing she had heard.

"Well, don't go acting all innocent, young one," Gram accused. "I was your age once, and I recognize a list of boyfriend names a mile long as well as the next one."

"Gram?" Lana questioned as if Gram had been eaten by the big, bad wolf.

"Oh, I'm not judging, dear," Gram clarified. "I was quite the little player myself when I was your age. Times were different, and your grandfather was the one who actually tamed me. But when I lost him too early, I found myself remembering and longing for those fun things again. Much like you, I know how to keep secrets."

"Gram?" I questioned and shook my head. "What are you saying?"

"Well, if you two aren't comfortable talking about it, I'm OK to maintain the little secrets as well," Gram claimed and headed into the kitchen. It was Gram. We weren't going to stop the woman who had afforded us the nice home we now had, whether she took any recognition in her part of it or not. But we did follow her.

"I'm going to pour myself some pineapple juice and two glasses for you as well," Gram told us decidedly. "Please join me at the kitchen table. I'd like to discuss this if you're willing. If not, I'll drink my juice and know my place." Without even having to look at one another, Lana and I took our seats at our kitchen table and waited for Gram to explain exactly what she knew. Gram drank her juice and sat quietly until we were sitting with her, took a deep breath, and then she began.

"In July, I went to a little shop up on Third Street," Gram began to explain. "There was another woman in the store who seemed to be shopping, but she was hesitant, you know? She was in unfamiliar territory as well. So, I approached her and began a conversation with her. I shared that it was my first time setting foot in a store like that, and she admitted the same. Rather than making a purchase, we talked to the doorman and told him we were grabbing a bite to eat and that we'd come back later in the day. He was understanding, so we didn't lose our deposit."

"Deposit?" I questioned before I could stop myself.

"The only stores I've heard that require a deposit are..." Lana trailed off before she gasped quite loudly, even for Lana. "Gram! Did you go to..." To my great amusement, Lana actually lowered her voice to a whisper as if someone might hear her say the next few words. "... a sex shop?!"

"Oh, now, what did I say about being judgmental?" Gram argued.

"No, no, I mean... Gram, no," Lana stuttered. "Gram, did you really? You? Oh, crap! Sorry! I don't know why I'm acting like this. I just didn't... I mean, I never thought..."

"Lana, calm down," I encouraged as I patted her arm. "So, she went to a sex store. Why is that a big deal? It's not like she's not allowed to check things out. There's no rule against it. Why should we be surprised that a woman wants to check into things like that?"

Lana sighed. "Sorry, Gram. That was uncalled for. Actually, I think it's awesome, and I realize that I might just have a hundred questions for you very soon."

"Oh, well, why don't we hold off on any questions until I'm finished sharing?" Gram suggested. "Sound OK?"

"Yes, Gram," I answered before Lana managed to stick her foot any deeper in her mouth. "Please continue."

"So, the nice younger woman accompanied me to a nearby coffee shop where we struck up a conversation," Gram informed us. "It turns out that we have a lot in common. We were both left without a husband too early in life. We have children, though our outlooks are slightly different about them. We had pretty excellent sex lives in our earlier years and have recently found that we'd like to not continue to lie in a wasteland of nothingness. What was supposed to be coffee and a snack turned into more interaction, shall I say, after we went back to the shop." Lana and I gave each other a look at that statement.

"We've continued to carry on with a lovely relationship, actually. We talk daily. She told me about a reconnection with an old partner from her college days which had been rekindled. She shared a lot of details, and I'm so happy for her."

"Oh, well, Gram, that's lovely," I offered and nodded at Lana to speak up encouragingly.

"Yeah, Gram," Lana agreed. "So, did she give you the nitty gritty details, or just that they'd reconnected?" I gave her a sideways glance to inquire about what she was aiming at. "You know," she continued, "like, was the sex shop experience related to this reconnection? Is that what you mean?"

"Well, she has not just entered into one relationship since I met her," Gram clarified. "For instance, she's been invited to some parties where she's gotten to mix with many people. Some around her age, and some younger."

"Well, see? That's what I meant, Gram," I acknowledged. "Age is just a stupid number. So, have

you

attended any parties? Met anyone of interest? You have lots of time to still mix it up with many people."

"Well, since you asked, yes, she's asked me to attend, but I haven't been able to do so yet," Gram answered slowly. "But she has told me a lot about the parties, like where they take place and who is there. I found the details rather interesting."

"Ooo!" Lana exclaimed. "Is that what you wanted to share with us?"

"As a matter of fact, I can share if you'd like to hear about them," she answered. Something about the way she said it made me think that there was way more to what she was saying than just her words. I couldn't put a finger on it. "My friend's name is Shawna," Gram continued. She'd watched me as she said it. My mouth just might have hit the floor. Lana nodded and then turned to look at me. When she saw my reaction, she froze.

***

"

Gnnuh!

" Shawna exclaimed as she rubbed her wet, needy pussy against her older lover's slit.

"I love the noises you make when we fuck," MaeLyn groaned and emphasized the harsh ending of the last word.

"I love when you use those naughty words, you naughty girl," Shawna accused and leaned in to kiss her lover as she pulled on her knee to grind even harder.

"This naughty girl is gonna make you come so hard!" MaeLyn informed her as she began to encounter her own orgasm. "Oh! Oh, yes! Fuck me!"

"

Mmm

, spray me down, you hot fucker!" Shawna taunted and began her own squirt fest.

With hearts beating hard and fast, the women held one another and kissed lazily as they came to grips with yet another fantastic set of orgasms being shared. Neither had imagined meeting anyone who could match the intensity in which they desired one another, and yet, here they were: caught up in their forty-first day in a row fucking like they just couldn't get enough.

As they untangled themselves, MaeLyn laid back and welcomed Shawna's head on her belly. "I think I'm in love with you, my young lover," MaeLyn confessed.

"I sure hope so," Shawna teased. They'd been telling one another that they loved each other since the end of August. "I've introduced you to my son and all. He's heard more than one of our sessions, and while he's cool with it, I'm thinking we might need to respectfully pipe it down a bit."

"Respectfully?" MaeLyn teased and ran her hand over Shawna's bottom. "Well, the only reason we haven't piped down is because we don't do it enough." Shawna laughed out loud at that. "We have needs, the both of us," MaeLyn reminded her. "And years...

years

to make up for. Surely, he can respect

that

."

"He's no stranger to the noises of sex," Shawna reminded her lover. "He's part of that world. You would be too if you'd join me." It was a minor point of contention for them, and one MaeLyn would have to address sooner than later.

"One day," MaeLyn promised and ran her hand up from Shawna's butt to her back where she rested it while her other hand was smoothing out her lover's hair.

"I love you," Shawna reminded her and closed her eyes. "You may be 62 in years, but you're ageless in the bedroom. I wouldn't trade you for anything, especially someone younger. I've got all I want in your sexy ass."

"I'm so glad we met up at that sexy little store," MaeLyn shared and closed her own eyes. "Which reminds me, maybe we could take a trip up there to shop around again soon?"

"We were just there on Monday, my love," Shawna teased with a laugh. "But of course, I'd be thrilled to take such a trip down memory lane with you. Now, go to sleep. Round two will begin before we know it."

Out in the living room, Toby just smiled, shook his head, and went back to doing his homework. Soon, he'd be headed over to his girlfriend's house where he was sure to get plenty of his own action.

***

"Oh?" I asked incredulously. "You said she told you all about the parties?"

"Yes, in fact, I heard six rather familiar names while listening to her regale me with the many ongoings at such parties," Gram noted. "Mark and Connie, for instance. The couple for whom you've been a babysitter, isn't that correct?" I nodded as I stared at the table. "Tom and Toby, too," Gram added. "I believe those are the names of your special men? I'd say 'young,' but I think Tom might have exceeded that description. Oh, and I knew it could have only been you when she described Toby's girlfriend and Tom's 'special girlfriend.'"

"Gram, I can explain," I quickly shared and put my hand on Lana's.

"No, no, my dear," Gram argued. "You see, there's no need to be defensive. While I would love to hear your sides of this dynamic, and I plan to do so in due time, I would first like to ask a few questions. Would that be alright?" Lana and I both nodded. "From what I'm hearing, you two engage in occasional sex together?" We nodded again. "So, my question is... would it disturb you to know that I am in a sexual relationship with Shawna as well?"