The Babysitter (Part 1)
Steven knocked sharply on the door, and young boy answered. "Hey there, Chad!" "Hi, Stephen!" Stephen had babysat Chad many times and developed a big-brother relationship with the youngster. After all, they both loved sports. Chad motioned for Stephen to run a pattern out on the front lawn. His throw went a little too far and landed in the garden. As Stephen knelt to pick up the football, he noticed a small iron grate secured with a padlock, partly hidden from view by the bushes. Though he felt somewhat strange about the discovery, he retrieved the ball and tossed it back to Chad. The two went inside and closed the front door.
"Hello, Stephen" came a low, husky voice from behind him. "I'm sorry but I'm in a bit of a hurry." It was Chad's mother, Mrs. Holmes. She was a very attractive lady in her late thirties. Tonight she was going to a play - it was good to see her getting out and doing things again. Only two months ago her husband had died suddenly. Lately, Stephen was having funny feelings when he looked at Mrs. Holmes, feelings he couldn't explain. "You know where everything is", she continued. "Chad has a sore throat, so please make sure he takes the pills I've left out on the kitchen counter. I should be home by midnight." She kissed Chad on the forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart!" Stephen and Chad waved goodbye as the car left the driveway.
The two boys threw the football around for another half-hour until it became dark. Chad took the pills left by his mother and headed to bed. By the time Stephen had finished reading him a story, Chad was fast asleep. Stephen headed back downstairs to watch television. As he passed Mrs. Holmes' bedroom, he noticed the door was slightly open, and could hear sounds from within. He opened the door just enough to peer inside. Mrs. Holmes had left the television in her room on by mistake, so he went to turn it off. As he got closer he realized that the images on the TV were giving him the same strange feelings he had when he looked at Mrs. Holmes lately. A woman on the TV was lying back on a bed, with her legs spread up in the air. Her breasts were exposed and a man was on top of her, thrusting his hips back and forth. The woman screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me you big stud! Give me all of that big cock of yours!" Something began to stir in Stephen’s loins. His penis began to grow and was now fully erect. He tried adjusting his jeans to make room for the expanded member, but the feelings began to get stronger. He found himself reaching for his penis with his hand. He touched it gently at first, and he became more excited. As he watched the woman on the TV he started stroking himself faster and harder, not knowing why. The faster he rubbed, the more excited he became, until, in one moment of frenzy, he groaned out loud and a sticky, white fluid came spurting from the end of his engorged member.
"Hello, Stephen" came a low, husky voice from behind him. "I'm sorry but I'm in a bit of a hurry." It was Chad's mother, Mrs. Holmes. She was a very attractive lady in her late thirties. Tonight she was going to a play - it was good to see her getting out and doing things again. Only two months ago her husband had died suddenly. Lately, Stephen was having funny feelings when he looked at Mrs. Holmes, feelings he couldn't explain. "You know where everything is", she continued. "Chad has a sore throat, so please make sure he takes the pills I've left out on the kitchen counter. I should be home by midnight." She kissed Chad on the forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart!" Stephen and Chad waved goodbye as the car left the driveway.
The two boys threw the football around for another half-hour until it became dark. Chad took the pills left by his mother and headed to bed. By the time Stephen had finished reading him a story, Chad was fast asleep. Stephen headed back downstairs to watch television. As he passed Mrs. Holmes' bedroom, he noticed the door was slightly open, and could hear sounds from within. He opened the door just enough to peer inside. Mrs. Holmes had left the television in her room on by mistake, so he went to turn it off. As he got closer he realized that the images on the TV were giving him the same strange feelings he had when he looked at Mrs. Holmes lately. A woman on the TV was lying back on a bed, with her legs spread up in the air. Her breasts were exposed and a man was on top of her, thrusting his hips back and forth. The woman screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me you big stud! Give me all of that big cock of yours!" Something began to stir in Stephen’s loins. His penis began to grow and was now fully erect. He tried adjusting his jeans to make room for the expanded member, but the feelings began to get stronger. He found himself reaching for his penis with his hand. He touched it gently at first, and he became more excited. As he watched the woman on the TV he started stroking himself faster and harder, not knowing why. The faster he rubbed, the more excited he became, until, in one moment of frenzy, he groaned out loud and a sticky, white fluid came spurting from the end of his engorged member.
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