The Help

[Sweetp4u]

For Homerun and I

Brandi

It’s so hard to find good help these days and that is not an exaggeration! Hell, it is difficult to find intelligent people these days too. I think somewhere between Monday morning and Wednesday lunch (right now) I developed the worst damned migraine I’ve ever had in my life! That is not an exaggeration. Unfortunately. The ad was clear, stated my needs and whom I was looking to hire, it was not a debate and yet I have had over twenty calls from would-be nannies of the female gender call me! Specifically states a MALE nanny was required, not an option! Kind of like how stop signs are now the new yield, and in some cases, completely optional to just blow through? Those kinds of idiots irritate the hell out of me and seriously need slapped! Of course, I am hormonal and frustrated, but come on people!

I had four appointments today to interview and three are done. The first young man had no experience with children, at all.. ever! And applied, why? I am not sure he even knew but little Mikey did not like that one at all. Jacob? I think that was the name of the young man. Next we had Nick, nick was perfect, almost! I had serious doubts that Nick could keep up with Mikey and might possibly die of a heart attack climbing my stairs once, let alone multiple times a day. Nick was my second choice, might be my only choice if it didn’t improve greatly by this last appointment.. I could wait longer but in two weeks of ad running, this was it for applicants. Tempted to bite the bullet and just hire a woman again but I really do not need MORE women in this house, truth be told. I am wore out, tired of bitchy women, my daughter included in that mess. Long story, won’t go into it right now.

Then we had Brian! Brian was flaming gay. Flamboyantly so. He squealed and gushed and eye rolled and had a freaking pink.. just .. I just, I can’t even begin to explain, define or .. Just no! I need Mikey some what sane, not confused on which toy is his teddy bear and which squealing pink leopard print twangy.. This is why I have a damned headache. I have one young man left, his name is Rick and says on his resume that he is in med school, but not this summer. So, promising? God, I hope so because I am wearing down trying to find someone who has changed a diaper before! Mikey did like Brian but momma? Not so much. One dramatic girl in this house is more than these walls can take right now, I don’t need two. I love Kelly but no! And lord what would Michael think if he came home to a flamboyant gay pride squealing gawdy bundle of exaggerated disgustingly happy all the time type who MIGHT be brave enough to hit on my husband? I … I just don’t want to think about it right now either.

The doorbell. Placing Mikey into the play pen in my office, I head down the hall to the foyer and open. And stare. …..



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“Hello?” He speaks! Well fuck! Okay eyeballs, back into socket and mouth this is your queue! .. Mouth?



Hello?? MOUTH!!!!!


“Ah, sorry!” A nervous bubble of laughter comes and was that me!? Holy hell, stop gaping woman! “Can I help you?”

“Rick? I have an appointment.” I watch your hands move as you speak, moving down to pull a paper from your little folder you’re carrying, turning it around, and reading as you nod that gorgeous head of yours. “Says here at four.”

“Oh! Oh I am so sorry, Yes. Please come in! Can I get you anything before we sit down?” Rambling, remembering my manners and thoroughly stunned to see you at my door! Ok so hormones went a little nuts back there! Pull it together woman, let’s get back to business, this isn’t some smutty romance novel! Damn the luck too… All well, can’t have smutty all the time, right? My inner musings distracted me entirely that when I find your eyes, I have no idea if you were answering me or not! FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! I did not expect YOU!

“Sorry? Was that yes or no?” I give an apologetic look, “Sorry, it’s been a long day..” I am saying sorry a lot lately! I need to stop that habit. Yes I am being rude but.. I mean look at that body! NO! Right, interview! “This way..” I give up with the whole stupid drink thing, I have bottled water in my office. Door shut behind you, I turn and walk the hall to the far back room. “Please, come in and have a seat. Say hello to Mikey if you’d like to meet the mini terror first?” So this young man is going to be a lawyer? When I first saw you, I thought you were here for Kelly Ann, as I had no scheduled pool cleaning or lawn maintenance to handle. No deliveries expected, not that I even looked down at your hands to notice such trivial things. I think every hormone in my body took out their little devil horns and stuck them firmly into place while eye fucking you. Parts of me hopes you aren’t qualified but a major part of me seriously hopes you are! Imagine Michael’s face when he sees you…

Oh, am I evil or what? A fantasy really, I know no man your age would even look twice at a woman of my age and a mother of two. Why am I thinking like Michael now? Because you’re sexy as hell? Hormones again, my best guess. I look great, I feel great! Too great is the problem because I am healthy and active and wanting what isn’t happening. Of course work will distract me, it is why I am throwing myself back into it prematurely. I was supposed to enjoy motherhood until winter and then go back to work but.. well another long story I don’t want to get in to right now.

“So tell me about yourself, Rick. You have the summer off, yes? Ever handled infants before? Changed a diaper? Are you familiar with feeding schedules? Able to drive to appointments, give baths, lunch?” I rambled off all the questions at once while taking your offered paperwork. Background check, police report, everything showing you’re spic and span clean. Moving to sit back at my desk, I recline back and meet those blue eyes finally.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick Harris

Poof, poof, poof, blowing on hands, then rubbing on khakis, no one respects sweaty palms! "What in the fuck made me do this?" Sniff, sniff, blowing breath into palm and inhaling. "Jesus!" Shoveling through glove compartment, must have gum, Certs, something? Bianca! Puzzled look, why do I have Bianca? Oh yeah, Claire. Grin sneaks across face, Claire! The recollection of this name should make me sad, but doesn't, she really gave great head! But needed a shot of Bianca chaser!

She also is a key reason I am here, I believe her parting words were, "You need to grow up and get a fucking job!" There was more to it, as it really wasn't all my fault, I had gotten a clerking job with a District Judge, just to have the mother fucker get indicted for accepting bribes on the class action suits he was adjudicating. That wasn't the issue, she was a year up, finishing year two, yeah a cliche, I fucked the TA, however, to my credit, I was actually two years older than her, even though one year behind at UT law.

Miss Bigshot had just gotten her offer, her real offer, Kirkland, $190,000 starting, all great if you wanted to bill 3,000 hours a year. Yeah, I know, the math doesn't work, except big time law firms bill in 7 minute increments which allow a real 60 minute hour to bill 90, call it bulge bracket math! Anyway, whatever, job in hand, my surfer, skiier looks and charm were now quite ambitious enough, and she was right, I needed a job, and a place to live, and someway to pay for at least some part of school next year.

Student loans were inevitable, but the idea of a $50,000 hole versus $70,000 seemed a hell of a lot more escapable. A look in the rear view mirror, tongue runs across teeth, pearlies gleaming, dimples in tact, blue eyes just the right sparkle, I better get this on charm, for other than the perfect font on my resume, there wasn't a hell of a lot else on there that suggested qualification for this job.

Oh I had raised kids, sort of, two actually, my little brother and sister. So I could, actually, change a diaper while spreading a PB&J sandwich. Didn't seem right to include, so my resume read like a wanne be, or never was, or maybe a could be, just a little late! Feet feel like lead as they plod to door, finger stutters and retreates twice before pushing bell, one last chance to turn and run like hell, when...Damn! She's .... hot!

Oh thank God, I am so much better, charming, engaged when a woman is attractive, and she was older, cool, older was sexy. Is this the stream of consciousness that should be going through one's head as he heads into a job he desperately needs? No, but I am a 25 year old, semi pro surfer, skier race car dude, trying to go legit and not exactly good at this interview stuff, *“Hello?” Seemed like the right thing to say, not really sure, but seemed to stump my potential employer. Was I eye fucking her, God it was so ingrained I didn’t have to try. But probably not the best idea of hot mommy here, or was it?

Shit! how could I have screwed up hello? I feign confusion, checking a paper that has nothing on it, other than the phone number of the pizza place I was going to call when I get out of here. I know exactly when this appointment was, it seems to stick with you, when you send out 50 resumes, for every job possible, and get one, count them, one, call back! She speaks, confirms, and then does this cutest little giggle. Now the natural instincts can take over, a cute giggle, a beautiful woman, I am back on firm ground!

Invited in, asked if I want anything, consider showing sense of humor, "A beer?" Luckily some element of common sense takes over and joke goes unsaid. "Uh, yes, a glass of water perhaps? That would be great." Slipping in as you open the door, our bodies briefly brushing, I felt the spark, Jesus I have to stop. Hitting on the married new mother, is definitely a bad idea.

You apologize, and I smile, that is what I do. I give great smile fuck too. "It's okay, that's why I'm here, isn't it, to make your days better? Being a mom is a tough job."

It sounds like a line, it isn't, I didn't help raise my little brother and sister because she was negligent, it was because she was working two jobs, after my dad passed. 35, an athlete, but aneurisms don't care. Yeah, being a mom is a tough job. There is a lot of baggage wrapped in that history, hence my sojourn to make sure I lived before I died, but even Peter Pan has to grow up.

You come back with water, and I do a shocking thing in an interview, I tell the truth. The back story, raising my siblings, then my misspent early 20's, and why I'm here. "If it helps I can do more than just kids, I'm really good with my hands, happy to do fix-ups, clean the pool, cut the grass, whatever. So...any chance I could meet the little man?"

One you take me to see him I light up, I like kids, a lot and they usually like me. I was the number one ski instructor in Vail, and it wasn't for my skiing. "Hey...he's a bruiser!" I am laughing and I see those little eyes look up, a smile creases cutest dimples. "Hey, I'm jealous he has better dimples than me, probably better with the ladies too!"

I don't ask, I just reach down and swoop up in big strong hands, flipping him up horizontal and flying him around as giggles echo in your office. Suddenly realizing what I am doing, "Sorry, I'm kind of a guys guy, I tend to play a little rough, but they usually like it...." I don't mean to be vague as to who the "they" might be. I turn toward you, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I should have asked, I guess I just tend to take charge sometimes....." My eyes flash, matching that smile as I look at you, pretty sure I am about to be escorted out of here, hopefully no officers involved!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mikey is giggling and squealing, reaching for your face and loving the attention. All positives! Except I am busy watching you, your face, your build and muscles flex as you hoist my son about and make him squeal. This was dangerous ground, not that you’d DO anything, once I lay down the rules and such. But eye candy none the less and mighty tempting for this woman to eye over. What’s the harm in hiring you? Mikey likes you, I need a nanny, it isn’t a made-up need here. I’ve got my hands full!

“You can call me by my name, Mrs. Dorne is my mother-in-law and ma’am makes me feel too damned old. Brandi is fine.” I shift in place, looking at the list of skills and none of them have anything to do with daycare. So… Why not? Last one that applied so here goes…

“Rule one is no overnight guests. You can have company over, even use the pool on your days off with guests as long as they’re not too rambunctious or worse.” I stop to think it over, but I really do not have other rules.

“The job comes with a room, it is upstairs to the right and far back, sits over the kitchen and is attached to the nursery. Has its own full bath and closet and there is a parking spot available in the garage and a Nissan for your use if you do not have a vehicle. The guest house is my daughter’s apartment and not for use, it’s occupied as I said. Rent free, food provided for you and any special requests, there is a board on the wall of the kitchen to list items desired. Your days off are from Friday afternoon until Sunday night, and I have a cell phone for you to use to be in contact with. Am I forgetting anything?” tapping the pen to my mouth, I try to think and not watch you and what you’re doing as it is a bit distracting. “If you work out and wish to stay on when the new semester starts, we will work with you to work around your schedule and needed study time. Lastly, before you ask your questions the pay is eight hundred a week. Start out and if you’re exceptional, it can increase. Paid holidays, paid if you work days off, and all insurances included. Auto, health..” I look up to meet your gaze, trying to discern if this is acceptable or are you changing your mind?

 

[Homerun2611]

Eyes go wide, did I really just tell my potential female boss, I like it rough? Yes, I did, but I look at your eyes and you are staring, lost, are you listening at all? I hope not. I am sure you are busy, I think both you and your husband have some big careers, but I don't ask, maybe later if I get the job, but this is your time to ask questions, mine to answer.

I do like the little guy though, that is the easy part, and I have no doubt we will be buddes. I talk baby well, I am a thrill ride for babies of the right type. You mention a daughter, and that is probably good. "You have a daughter, do you need me to take care of her too? It isn't an issue, I am comfortable with two at a time." Jesus that didn't sound good either, but again, I'm not sure you are listening.

Okay, I get it, this decision has been made, I'm sure there are better, well at least more qualified candidates. Ones with child development training, then I remember, "I...uh, I do know CPR, you want me to show you?" I shake my head, I really have to stop talking, the last thing you need is some 25 year old showing his skill at mouth to mouth.

I go back to the baby, that is my strong spot, maybe you see our chemistry too, but is it of caregiver or am I more like a golden retriever. Luckily he can't explain, he simply smiles and drools, as I pick his little shirt up and strawberry. I am showing her too much of me, yes in many ways I am a big kid, part energy, part big, dum dog. Trust me, if you want to roll me over and scratch my tummy I won't stop you.

Finally, you speak, describing pay, living, when you need me, rules of the house. "Are you?" I shake my head in disbelief, "Offering me the job?" Fuck and what a job, sure no overnight guests are a bummer, but I don't have anyone to invite over anyway, although that is only one good conversation at Joey's Tavern, away? But I can handle that, there is always her place, or a bathroom stall at the bar, I am nothing if not creative.

"$800 a week? Every week?" Great negotiating skills, but it is way more than I hoped, and there could be more. "Uh, any chance maybe $40 of that could come up front, I...I'm pretty broke and I thought I might grab a pizza after. Actually, any way some of that could be done in cash? I mean I know you can deduct some of this, which is great, but if cash could work a bit..."

I don't say more, but it is being honest, I need to pay taxes right now like a hole in the head, plus I am getting some money for school and too much income might make that an issue. Plus you are learning, bending the rules is something I am quite fine with, it is insight that might come in handy later.

"No, I don't, well, actually let me see about the car, mine doesn't have many miles left on it. It is a great offer, I'm all yours if you're sure you want me?" Really, I need to work on some of my delivery. Job negotiations are different than hitting on a beautiful woman...or at least I assume they are?

 

[Sweetp4u]

IF I am sure? You have no experience at all and yet Mikey is loving the attention and fun. Laughing and giggling at your silliness all the while I sit here, staring at you and for the first time, really looking. With that face and that body, you could make so much more money gracing magazine covers than being a nanny. Trim and fit, gorgeous blue eyes and a grip that.. well! I can feel the heat reaching my cheeks. I like it rough too… though I doubt we meant it in the same way. If I let my mind wander, I could see it clearly in my head and that is the last thing I need right now! To scent of sex while interviewing the new nanny… So professional, Brandi! Lusty little slut! I grin with my own thoughts.

“Ah..” clearing my throat and smiling a bit brighter, “Yes. I am positive.” Distracted too! Michael is going to looooove this! Not really. But I do not care, lets see how he feels when the tables are turned. I try to imagine you in nothing but swim trunks and, well it isn’t a bad picture but it’s a rather bland one. I can not undress you with my eyes, sadly! Been a long, long day, that must be the reason? Not that I have tried to do any of this in a long time.. A real long time! When was the last time I even felt a little sexy??

“Sorry.. You were saying something about?” brows knit together a moment, trying to meet your eyes and nothing more. “Payment! Right..” Another smile lifts, “Kelly Ann is a grown woman, she does not need taken care of… well.. Not a baby sitting, that is for sure. She’d have a fit..” A soft chuckle comes with imagining that conversation! “I suppose I can pay you however you like.. You can move in whenever and the keys..” Opening my desk, I shuffle things around hunting the spare keys. “Here they are..” Rising from my chair, I move closer to you and take Mikey from your arms. Free hand holding the keys for you, it is then I note that I am only a few inches shorter than you.

This close to you, I can smell your scent and really see those blue eyes. It is hard not to flirt, not to tease you a little. “Any questions for me, Rick?” I turn to walk around you, bending over to place Mikey down into his little play pen, giving the sleepy boy a bottle of milk. Do I linger a little? Yes. Not purposely, or so I thought.. Was I really lingering here!? I straightened and turned, sensing that your eyes may have just been on my ass?

 

[Homerun2611]

Men are far more trained than women think to notice when a woman is watching them, and no matter how much I play helicopter and diving kamikaze pilot with Mikey, I see your eyes watching me, however I don’t think it is what you are actually thinking. My guess? What is the stupid idiot doing and I swear to God if he drops my chid, he is crawling out of here a eunich! Or some such motherly sentiment. Little did I dare to guess she had a whole other scenario playing out, yet my cock was still front and center. Okay, maybe not my cock, but my handsome, surfer boy face and my lean, muscular body, and… well, at some point should her boy toy fantasy progress, my velvety, plum tipped phallus would certainly have its moment in the sun, her mouth or orifice of choice!

Albeit with the best and most honorable of intent, I had pretty much made an ass of myself, showing not just my inexperience as a Nanny, but in any real job interview. “I like to play rough…” My God, who says that to a woman who is handing you her innocent ball of treasure who somehow she had squeezed out of that cute little body of hers. Yeah, she was old, fucking old, fuck, almost what 35! But a middle aged lady could be hot, right? And supposedly they were horny as fuck, the last hurrah before heading to the menopause mausoleum!

Seriously, what was wrong with me, it wasn’t as if I was undersexed, I had fucked my girlfriend, well my ex girlfriend like a fucking stallion this morning, from behind, slapping her ass, just like she liked! However it was then, after, once she had gotten one last studding fee from me, she had notified me that we were over, get my shit out of her apartment by 11 AM, she was heading to São Paulo tonight with one of the senior partners in her firm. Can’t say I was surprised, this had never been long term, she was far to ambitious and new her looks as much as her brain were going to get her the lifestyle she craved. We had mutually used each other, all good, but a bit abrupt nonetheless. Particularly with my cock still dripping with our cum and my chest heaving from just having given her the last bit of really hard cock she would in a while. For sure as shit, old wrinkle dick, Jonathon, don’t call me Johnny, Westerfield, the near 60 year old Managing Partner and Westerfield and Steiner would. Didn’t matter really, money made her wet, and presents made her cum, not like I did, but they were orgasms still the same!

So, without this job, my residence would be the 2002, 250,000 mile, rust bucked of a corolla I had driven here this morning, so when your offer came, I had to fight my reaction to scream YES and hug you right there. “Uh, actually, I am free this afternoon, and have some things the next few days…” What a fucking lie, I had nothing, and I mean nothing else going on. For a young law student, I lived a life without a plan. “So, I might as well move in now. In fact, if you don’t mind, I might even try to get in as swim this afternoon, I haven’t worked out in two days and I really could use a good workout … Uh, unless there is something else you might need … with Mikey?”

I watch you move over futzing with Mikey and Mmmmm, that is a seriously nice bend, I don’t even really try to hide checking out your ass. Maybe it is because, I seem to be the kind of guy who women really don’t mind at all if I admire their ass, I consider it a gift? I shouldn’t be horny, but I think it is just natural, losing Claire, my cock is naturally on the look out for its next source of pleasure. Well, I have bad news, I have to control myself, I mean I need this job, this place to live, and my Toyota is as good as sold. Now a grown daughter is interesting, STOP IT, that would probably be even more stupid than hitting on my boss. Seriously I have problems, I need a work out, a way to get rid of some of this energy before I screw up the best opportunity I have had in a while.

“Thanks for understanding about the cash, I guess I am not a big fan of Uncle Sam.” You are back over by me, and lingering? No, it is just my imagination, I am sure I am just a kid to you, like your daughter. “Brandi, you sure it is okay if I call you Brandi? I want to thank you for giving me this chance.” Blues look deep into greeens that are… really fucking amazing. “Uh … sorry, it is just your eyes, they are really beautiful… Uh…I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but… they are.” Take a deep breath! “Anyway thank you, I will be good to Mikey, and please, please know, I am happy to do anything you need, just ask.” Two hours later, I had to make it look good, but the reality was everything I owned, two suits for school/interviews, three pairs of jeans, a pair of khakis, tennis shoes, flip flops, loafers, a few button downs, and a ton of shorts and t-shirts come in the form of two suitcases and two cardboard boxes, were all in my car.

I knock at the door, and when you open, “Could you show me my room, and then I want to change, swim and work out before dinner. I have a stretch mat and some dumb bells, can I just do it on the platform by the pool?”

 

[Sweetp4u]

In a black one piece and sheer lounge robe, I stand there at the door, staring for the longest moment. A frown comes, a furrow of brow and then a smile finishes up the obviously odd look on my face. I was so caught up in the book I had been reading, I hadn’t even begun to realize the amount of time that has passed since you left earlier. “Rick!” A sigh of relief, you hadn’t quit before you even began this job and you’re back already! Superb! The sooner you settle in, the sooner I can get back to regular working hours.. And, well.. Your clothing leaves a little to the imagination, not that I struggle to.. What the fuck am I doing!? Ogling you like an idiot in the damned doorway!?

“Come in! Of course, of course.. Sorry!” A soft bubble of nervous laughter, I had been staring but not in any sort of .. well, sexual manner but still staring is so rude! My mother would have had palpitations if she had caught me staring at some young man at the front door! “You must have packed quickly, or lightly? Follow me..” Turning to head upstairs, at the landing I pause. “The left, master suite..” Turning right and along a white wall adorned with family pictures, “The first room on the right, here..” I stop at a door and motion ahead, “This is Mikey’s room. My room connects to my closet, master bath and then to baby’s nursery. Middle door in the shared bathroom for you and Mikey and last door at the end is yours.” I lead you around the small railing and corner, past bedroom and bath to the last door.

“It isn’t overly large nor is it too small. This used to be my daughter’s bedroom until she moved into the guest house out back. Needed privacy, so she says..” A smile as I open the door to a grey and dark blue bedroom. It has some softer grey furnishings, dresser, desk and a queen size bed. “What ever you do not wish to use, simply box it up to be stored in the garage.” I move in and step aside to let you follow. “It was recently redone to get rid of the baby girl pink walls, if you would like another color than this dusky blue, let me know and I can have it redone to something else, if preferred.” I move to shift the alarm close and open a bedside drawer. “USB ports inside the drawer here for quick charging, as is with the desk and outlets on that far wall. Tv is mounted and doesn’t adjust much but it can angle a bit. Double closets there and that door there goes to the bathroom. I keep Mikey’s door to the bathroom shut whenever not bathing him. Intercom system and nanny cams all over. Cell has the app on it to monitor from anywhere at any time.” I stop my long yammering to chew at my lip while thinking, had I missed anything?

Turning to lean against the dresser, I finally wait for you to speak, request, confirm.. anything really, but I do enjoy looking at you. My smile dimples as it widens, warming to the notion of you in my home, taking care of my son and not my husband’s plaything! God, I should have asked if you were gay .. well No, obviously not gay, I did catch you looking once or twice. Maybe? Bisexual? That’s one of the new crazes.. Oh and that umm.. panda? Pans.. Pansex? Oh fuck, who cares! If you fuck my husband though I am going to possibly scream and burn down the house and everyone in it! Ok, not really but the thought made me heat, cool and then almost chuckle out loud with my crazy ass thoughts! Pregnancy.. Oi! It does a damned number on a woman!

“Oh!” It suddenly clicks in my head! “I forgot to even ask IF you had a girlfriend .. or boyfriend?” Am I fishing? YES! So what? A lady has to have answers somehow damn it! “I know I said no overnight guests but I was presuming you would be single.. to take this job, I guess I just presumed..” A frown furrows brow once more, green eyes find those baby blues. Leaning back against the dresser a bit, my folded arms come to rest under my breasts, staring at you for an answer, expectantly. “I realize I may have erred in my presumptions?”

 

[Homerun2611]

The words had been prepped, so I didn't fall all over myself making logical, heart felt, but inappropriate responses, so out they tumbled, with barely a breath, *“Could you show me my room, and then I want to change, swim and work out before dinner. I have a stretch mat and some dumb bells, can I just do it on the platform by the pool?” * A sigh, deep breath, mission successfully, if awkardly accomplished, and then, uh oh! Eyes open and take in one piece, and what a piece it is, or it and what it provocatively encapsulates.

Also, the sheer peek-a-boo robe, does she ever wear that alone, naked? Smile curls lips at the thought as eyes fawn, drink, and then undress new employer housed within. "Uh .... you changed!" Way to go master of the obvious, that was really stupid, you got to do better than that. "Nice ... VERY nice!" Well there you go letting oversexed young man speak on his own. Okay, that isn't the worst, but then, "You know, I don't think most women even fully understand just how sexy men find side boob!"

OH JESUS, what have I done, yes I have spoken the truth, perhaps given you new insight and hopefully made you feel as good as you look, but Jesus Fucking Christ that is not my job. "I'm sorry Brandi ... uh Ms. Dorne...." I just shake my head as I know my cheeks are blushing, "I really need to think more before I speak."

You invite me in, that's a break, as I could easily have been fired or sued for my last minute of small talk! Shaking my head, I brush by you, and Mmmm, that is nice. I might be embarrassed, but I am not dead, and those tented, hardened peaks, as they brush against my bicep, well, you are on hot, MILF, even if you don't realize it, and I shouldn't be thinking it. I can feel the blood stirring and moving toward my cock and I want to scream out, NO, retreat, please God, last thing I need right now is some raging hard on.

God I wish I didn't get hard so easy, maybe when I am older I will feel different? And I don't just get randomly hard, oh I am selective, but if I like, my body goes to Defcon 1, and I am ready for nuclear launch, you don't even have to hit the button. I don't realize you are ogling me, I assume you are as dumbfounded by my indescretions as I am, trying to figure out how to rescind and return to sender.

Again you wallk by, and again we brush, I am enjoying this little game of tag, even though I know I am the only one playing it. But the walk up the stairs gives me an eye lever view of your ass, and well, and thank God I don't say it, but that is very nice too! "Do you like to swim, I was going to work out after I unpacked, I hope that won't bother you?" Of course I wouldn't mind working out together either, and again grin spreads across face as eyes follow bouncing ass!

"No, packing is pretty easy, when you don't own much...." I laugh, when your poor, and fuck I'm poor, there is little else available than self deprecation. You point to the left, and I could swear I hear *The Master's Suite" and almost reflexively I stammer, both shocked and aroused, "You refer to your husband as The Master, I'm not sure I can say that?" There is a chuckle, is it you or me? You then describe your situation, and I probably misunderstand, "You don't sleep with your husband?" Why does this thought please me?

You show the rest, finally my room. "No, really it's fine, way better than I am used to. Way better!" I toss my duffle on the bed, as you describe the alarms and nanny cam, as I look around. "Uh, you can see me all the time? I ... I guess, I don't mind, I'm not really shy, but ..."

It is nice, really nice, and I realize how lucky I am. "Uh, well, I had a girlfriend, but I think she's gone, yeah probably gone, but they tend to come back for a taste or two, ya know?" Did I really say that. I am a broke, handsome guy, girls leave for wealthier pastures, but ...

I laugh, "I'm sorry, no no one serious, but I mean ... I like girls and I like..." I nod my head, “… but I won't bring any back unless you tell me it's okay. And who knows, I may be so busy around here I don't have time?" My eyes again, enjoy the one piece, the robe, the woman. "If you don't mind, I am going to change and grab a workout before Mikey is awake."

Three minutes later, I am coming down the stairs in mid thigh compression shorts, a loose tank top, two twenty-five pound dumb bells in each hand, and a yoga mat under my arm. I have a towel around my neck and I see you, as I am about to walk out, "Thank you Brandi, I really mean it. I will only be twenty minutes, a quick workout and swim, but if Mikey calls just yell out to me, and ...."

I am about to invite you to join me, but realize that sounds bad. "Just thank you again!" I have no idea that your eyes now get the opportunity to enjoy my ass, much as I did, yours!

 

[Sweetp4u]

“Changed?” Confused a moment and then looking down at myself, merely nod. “Yeah, sun tanning..” Dismissing his rambling for a moment to step aside and allow entry. Only he is gaping at me with this grin on his face and complimenting? Brows shoot up after a moment, realizing he is checking me out!?

He can’t possibly be checking me out.. Side boob?! The next words out of his mouth are completely blunt and very clear, he IS checking me out! With both of us blushing profusely so, he stammers some apology but far too flustered with the notion of some young man looking me with some interest, stills my reprimand and to be honest, is quite flattering!

“Brandi, please..” Manages to speak in a somewhat composed, light tone. “You won’t bother me at all, the pool area is large enough for over fifty people, plus..” Leading up the stairs, you seem to be unable to stop talking and merely follow as I give a quick tour. “Master?” I pause, a burst of laughter coming quick. “Really? Master?” laughing a little more, shaking my head at you and your wit. “No, we do not share a bed. When my husband is home, he snores and is a violent thrasher in his sleep..” I will not mention all the sluts he’s ‘snuck’ into his bedroom each time he has been home, it is pointless and far too bitter sounding to speak on. I am not bitter, nor do I care who he sticks his dick in to. Truth is, he has some really weird desires and fetishes that I am just not a part of nor want to be a part of.

“His room is opposite of yours on this side, the middle area is his walk in closet, then my bedroom here in the corner, my walk in, the master bath, then baby’s room..” Hand moving to indicate the horseshoe layout, finishing at his new bedroom. “The camera is only in the baby’s room. No other rooms of this house is under surveillance. We do have outside camera’s for security purposes but they do not ever rest or pan across private areas of the premises. While I might like being watched from time to time, I do not enjoy spying or recording devices..” Did I just say that out loud? (edited)

At your door, everything made clear.. I hope! Maybe? Eyes can’t help but rove over that fit tight frame. Had he really been.. No, don’t be silly! And hell, if he thinks I am pretty, wait until he sees my daughter. Who is more his age and type, probably? Who knows. “I will be outside reading, enjoying the rest of Mikey’s nap time.” I pause at the door and give a little nod, “You won’t be a bother, come down when ready.. and welcome to our home, Rick.” A softening of features and relaxation brings out a more radiant smile as the stress seems to be letting up just a bit.

In the kitchen we cross paths again, me making my iced tea and him carting some heavy looking dumbbells and mat. “No need to keep thanking me, Rick.. Just do a great job in caring for my little man..” Our eyes meet, heading out ahead of me to do whatever it is you’re going to do. Confused a little about the events. Maybe just nervousness? What guy his age even looks at a woman of mine? I am far too old for him, I should feel ashamed to even be looking at him the same way he was gawking at me. Aside from the stretch marks here and there, I was just about back down to my original size and weight. A little firming needed done here and there, in those places all mother’s gain weight in but my goal weight was maybe one size and ten pounds away. If that! Still, my breasts got a little larger as did my ass but it was the stomach region with the stretch marks that turned my husband off entirely.

A little shrug of dismissal and out to the lounge I returned. Under a larger well placed shade umbrella, the robe was removed and draped to the twin lounge, laying down as I dismissed my husband and his pettiness from my mind entirely. Taking up my book, I return to reading about some fictional and far more adulty version of a sleeping beauty. I can see why my husband has a thing for rope.. This stuff is down right smut level stuff! Between pages I catch myself lifting green eyes to peer at that young fit man going through his routine before I resume the smut-fest fiction.

 

[Homerun2611]

I'm not sure it was possible to have a more awkward start to a new job, than somehow I had been able to muster. I had taken putting my foot in my mouth to a whole new level, almost an artform in a very bad theatre.

She had to have seen my ogling her, and if not, Jesus Christ Rick, "side boob"! "Master"! There was no recovering from this, was there? Yet we forged ahead, you must really need a Nanny, and Mikey must have fooled me, he had to be a holy terror! You are very honest though, but I had asked the question. I don't know how to really respond to *“No, we do not share a bed. When my husband is home, he snores and is a violent thrasher in his sleep.”*

This is awkward and the only response I can seem to muster is, "Sorry! I guess?" The fact they don't sleep together doesn't seem to really bother you, and if I am honest, it pleases me, though why, I'm not sure." Thankfully the tour ends, and my myriad of malaprops finally concludes as well. Fucking shoot me now, of course God cannot be that kind. So in I go, changing into something that is as visually obscene as it is functional.

Walking by you, you have lost the robe and are laying out, one fine ass forty something body. Really fucking incredible that body recently popped out little Mikey. I do find you attractive, nope, insufficient, fucking hot, with emphasis on the adjective! Is it because I am a horny bastard generally, or is it the fact that absent girlfriend, my most current path to bumping uglies is gone?

Nope, I have to be honest with myself, even if still with the gold digger, I would still want to fuck you, as you madame, are oh so delightfully fuckable. So, finally beginning to relax and realize I still have a job, I go past you, but my eyes do scan up and down. And so, what do I do, smile politely? Tell you, "I'll just be over there if you need me?", even, "I'm about to put on a little boy toy show, feel free to enjoy?" And given my last few faux paus, that might be expected.

No, I do none of that, instead, charming, boyishly but ruggedly handsome me, gives you my best smile and simply says, "Ma'am if I may, it is his loss!" I don't think further clarification is necessary, as I go find my spot, roll out my mat, and strip off my loose fitting tank top.

I don't want to think about what I just said, or even your reaction. It was just me, charming and forward, those are my gifts and my cross. Sometimes it leads to the promised land, and others, you can see the flames from the crash a mile away.

Fifty push ups, fifty sit ups, downward dog, cat and cow. And then weights. Alternating curls as I face in your direction but don't look, 20 each. The balancing on one elbow, first facing toward you, and then with my back to you, I raise my arm and weights up and down in slow half moons which make every muscle on my back and chest ripple. Strength work done, plunging in the pool for cardio. Twenty laps has my heart pumping but time is up, and soon, so will be Mikey.

Exiting from pool, just in front of where you lie, hair slicked back and body dripping as water runs in riverlets down and around my muscles. "Wow, that was great, I'll go towel off and get up our little man, you just stay here, you deserve it." I wanted to say thank you, but I had heard teh warnings, so no more of that. I can only imagine what you must be thinking, what a mistake you made, but as I towel off, rubbing my body vigorously as I walk back into the house, I am determined to prove myself.

I may have just made a complete ass of myself for the last hour or so, but now, Mikey is ready, and god damn it, I am going to prove that I truly can give you what you need!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly stood in the doorway, watching you with her baby brother. Curious to see that her mom had hired a man to do a job generally favored towards women.. The nurturing type.. Not guys, and certainly not a guy as hot as you are! Well.. She couldn’t really blame her mother for hiring you, verses the last two nannies. Little did mom know, those sluts were throwing themselves at dad, not him hunting desperate snatch! The sluts. Really desperate… Not that anyone would blame them, have you seen her dad?? He’s HOT as hell and best of all, experienced! Knows so, so much more than any guy she’s ever dated.

“So you’re the new nanny?” Words from behind you must have caught your attention, unless you’re deaf? She watches you, as you work to fasten the diaper on Mikey’s little squirming devilish body. Grinning as you try and highly amused by her little brother. “He think’s it’s a game to avoid diapering and getting dressed.. If you aren’t careful, he will run off butt naked on you.” She leaned to the door frame, her dark eyes watching you, and clearly checking you out to the fullest of her leisurely pursuits.

“I can see why mom hired you.. I would too..” Her tongue lapping that full lower lip as eyes fixate on that barely hidden cock of yours. Knowing that once hard, would be a womb puncher. “I’m Kelly, in case she did not tell you about me. Kelly Dorne..” A crooked little smile lifts as she finds your blue eyes. “I live out there.. in the pool house..” As if by dropping that tidbit of information was clearly an invite to come see her sometime.. “She give you the lecture about guests over and what not?” Rolling her eyes as she shakes her head, “My mom wasn’t always so prudish..” but dismisses the topic altogether about her mother.

“Single?” Taking the initiative to invite herself in to Mikey’s nursery.. And why not? She lives here! Well.. So do you now. Tempted to tell you just whom she was hoping to be ‘seeing’, she bites her tongue and instead focuses on her newest conquest goal, you. Daddy wouldn’t mind, what he doesn’t know of, right? Moving into your immediate space, she doesn’t even flinch as her supple form brushes invitingly against yours. Reaching for some powder, she hands it to you as your hands are currently full of Mikey.


~~~~~~~~~~ * ~~~~~~~~~~~

Brandi

That flirty smile of yours makes me blush but also makes me grin wider, “Yes, it is..” I hadn’t thought of it that way. I had been nit picking at myself for so long, about all my supposed flaws and shortcomings that I hadn’t once thought that way at all! And why not? Why does society make us feel forever ugly? Why do our spouses? I am sure it isn’t in every household in America, but it sure feels like it. All these gorgeous hard bodies without flaw and caked make up, fake eye lashes.. The list goes on and on and on. I wouldn’t get a breast augmentation, it isn’t like I actually had my milk glands kick in, my breasts grew a little but nothing to warrant a boob job or a larger bra. It saddened me a little that I could not breast feed Michael, I had hoped to have that bonding with my baby available to me.. In the end, I just wasn’t able to do so. So, I spent quality time elsewhere. Rocking him, singing to him.. Hiring him a hot as fuck nanny!

My eyes cannot help but stray from pages of blurred words to focus on that fit strong body of yours working out. Its like a light went off in my brain, ever since you came into my life, I’ve taken notice of things. God, I am NOT dead after all! I can feel the arousal blossoming, the peaked nipples tightening under my black bathing suit and the heat below making parts.. inner walls flutter with want. You are so busy working out though, you do not seem to be aware of my watching you.. Or if you are, you are hiding it well! Gorgeous body, indeed. Muscular but not overly so, and I have to wonder if you shave your chest and .. else where? You seem so smooth, ripped.. That’s the word for it and that 6-pack you’re flaunting.

Appreciative eyes scan those features, that mouth and silently wonder what you can do with it.. or would do with it? If given encouragement? Is this why Mike was always chasing the nannies? Youth is very attractive, at a certain point. Somewhere between 25 and 38 seems to be prime peak and my god, are you prime meat.. erm peak! Shit, my thoughts are bordering stalker here! I can blame you though and will! I can justify my responses because you opened that door, not I! I can feel my fingers curling into palm, the thought of gripping that ass.. while mouth ventures.. Shorts really do NOTHING to hide that cock, the shape and definition and.. size.. mother, help me!

It is that moment that Mikey gives a protest at being in his crib too long and you heard him. Smiling once more at your words, I watch you for a moment longer, until you have passed me by and headed inside. Switching off the baby monitor, I lie back and rest a bit. Daydream of what a young man like you can do to a deprived woman like me?

 

[Homerun2611]

—- Brandi —-

Did I know your eyes were on me, let's just say I hoped! Each one arm pushup, each curl, each sit up, had been done with everything clenched and flexed that I could. Even if it was just flirting, and of course it could be no more, right? I wanted you wanting me, lusting. Part of it pure male ego, the fact I got dumped solely for money, did not sit well, part of it, for the guilt I was feeling for lusting after Mikey’s MOM!

God damn, you were a saucy little thing, and even though you were incredibly professional, thank God one of us was, there was somethiing in the twinkle of those incredible green eyes that said, "I can be wicked too!" Could you? Really, what the fuck was your husband thinking? It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to guess some rich dude like this was getting it on the side.

And if so, what the fuck did she, or more likely they, look like? And even if he was, why not tap this too? I'm sure it was fun to fuck some flexible bouncing twenty something, I know I enjoyed it, but an older woman, a woman with knowledge? I had been fortunate to learn, that it didn't matter how good the grapes were of the current vintage, nothing compared to a classic, not in texture, aroma or robustness!

I had seen the pictures of "Daddy" in the hallway, couldn't help but notice how is hand had snaked around the girl, who couldn't have been more than 16 in the photo. Was the daughter one of his playthings? Fuck, of course not, why was my mind so dedicated to finding the seamiest part of the gutter? My God Rick, not every guy has this need to enjoy every attractive woman he sees, bloodlines or marital status irrelevant.

Of course my mind, engaging in such thoughts has one other unintended effect, as the bulge in my spandex gets larger and larger and larger! Oh well, there is really nothing disingenuous about truth in advertising. And if you are fantasizing, I guess you can decide your preferences, I hear not every woman likes a big cock!
Luckily for me, I have never met them, or if so inclined, I must have made them see the light! It truly is a biological miracle, how the tightest of pussies, given the right incentive and motivation can somehow ultimately take and enjoy the largest and hardest of cocks!

The dip in the water, fortunately does it job of shrinkage, at least to the point of when I exit and walk by you to the house and to care for the little man, I am not obscene. Laughing as I enter, Michael, is in full voice, well rested, likely wet and maybe gooey, and ready to take back on the world.

I let my mind shift from the fantasies of your pussy to the miracle of your womb, as I bound up the stairs, skin still wet with the water, hair slicked back, and spandex compression, now tighter than a second skin. I don't even hit his door when the smell hits me like Mike Tyson's finest. Another of natures, not so spectacular miracles is how something so cute and small, can produce a smell so foul! The little guy must have had spinach or Brussel sprouts at lunch.

"Okay buddy, I got ya ...."PIcking him up and putting him on the changing table, undoing the onesy and letting loose, the adhesive, and... "Yowsa! Whoa dude, that is nasty!" Grin and laugh looks down on cutest dimples and giggles as if he just played the best practical joke. See it starts early, bathroom humor is in a man's DNA.

It is quite the explosion, I am pretty good with diapers, but this is a three wipe assigment. I love kids, but am good with avoiding shit on my fingers, so I give total attention to the effort, not even hearing the young harlot who is admiring my backside. We are beginning to finish clean up, and I am bending down, blowing raspberries and getting giggles from my audience of one. Flexing and posing without knowing it, I finally hear a husky, sexy, voice behind me.

Strategically placing flap of clean diaper, over the mini howitzer of my man, I minimize the odds of unwanted golden shower.

—- Kelly —-

Her on the other hand, God I am so bad! Neck cranes over shoulder to flash baby blues and pearly whites, "Yep, I'm him, surprised?" I laugh, knowing my willingness and comfort with the role is not usual. Also wondering just how long and how much you enjoyed the view before letting your presence known.

Two other instaneous observations, you have certainly grown, since the picture with all too affectionate Daddy, and grown spectacularly at that. Same height, or near, but mmm, the curves. In fairness you were a hot piece of ass at 16, I'd have done you, but now, a total smokeshow!

It isn't just the looks though, when I look at your mother I wonder about wickedness, but the look your giving, even the body language, I better lick my fingers before I touch you, or surely the sizzle will sting. You are quite simply sex on a stick and make no attempt to hide it.

"I hope you don't mind having another man around the house?" I should really be turning my attention back to Mikey, but DAMN! This family has some serious genetics, Mikey you are one lucky little guy! Even if you don't ever get to fully enjoy yourself, which I wouldn't rule out, you are gonna be the most popular kid in school, and your house the number one hangout for all your pre and post pubescent pervs!

The thought makes me smile and you seem to notice. It is then I realize, I am also here, nearly naked, as I didn't even put back on my shirt. Suddenly Mikey wiggles, letting me know the job is not yet done, and almost gets away. I laugh, "Hey I don't blame him, I have had to escape a few times but naked myself, it is actually a bit of a thrill!"

I don't expand on the place or circumstances, but I imagine you can guess, as men don't usually have to escape, naked from single women's windows. Looking back a Mikey and pinning him down, "Listen buckaroo, this isn't my first rodeo either, you'll need to do better than that!"
I really do like the little guy, he has spunk and fire, he will almost undoubtedly grow up to be very good looking and I realize, it is like we are brother from another mother. Little do I know how long and how deep this friendship will go.

Patient again secured, eyes go back to sexy sister in doorway, *“I can see why mom hired you.. I would too..” * God that grin, that confidence, must just come naturally when you look that good, and fuck it is sexy. "Oh really, well if I can be of service to you too... Just whistle ... you know, purse your lips and blow!" It is a line from an old Humphrey Bogard movie, but I love it, and well, I have a feeling you will like it too.

Now pinning Mikey firmly with one hand, I turn and extend the other. Giving you your first glance at the rest of me, shirtless, hairless, skin a bit chilled, nipples hard, abs and sex, ooops, six pack sculpted! "I'm Rick, Rick Harris, I go to Law School at the University and needed a job and place to live."

You explain how you live out back, "Yeah I know, I guess I got your old room, but it must be nice to have that freedom. Maybe you can give me some decorating tips, something I could pin up against the wall?" Oh yes, sexy girl, two can play this double entendre game.

Admittedly, with your mother I was a bit awkward and clumsy, cute, flirtatious but also, intimidated. However, a hot late teen, early twenty something with come fuck me looks and attitude, now you are in my strike zone, and humbly, my batting average has hall of fame trajectory.

You cut to the chase, and I have to say I like it, although I wonder, if saying yes, would be quite as appealing to you as saying no? I answer honestly, "Yep, single, recently only but even then, not really a one woman man yet. Maybe haven't met the right girl. However, if you know any, keep me in mind, would ya?"

Laughing, "Yes, I was told no over night guests, no problem, however I don't remember the rules if they already lived here? Never thought to ask?" You brush by, sprinkling the talcum as we briedly brush uglies, and yes, our conversation has me ready for action again. Gripping your waist so I don't fall on top of you.

"I'm barely dressed and freezing, would you mind watching him a second while I quickly put some clothes on? Unless there is anything else?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann –

A soft little hum of sound purrs from her throat, lips pressed but the mischief in her eyes tells you her thoughts are on a more naked you. Is her sound speculative? Curious? Pleasurable due to the thoughts of riding you? Possibly all the above, clear though she is amused by you and your cockiness. “Sure..” Pops out of those glossy lips, wicked smile spreading as you go off to your new room, her former. Her dark blue eyes follow you as you go through the connecting door to your new living quarters, door left open? On purpose, no doubt about it. Proud thing, aren’t you? So cocksure and deadly with those honeyed words and sexy smile. Playful, like a large puppy though. Fun, to be certain.. but definitely not a dominating type.

Shame, really..

Mikey gets her attention with his spitting bubble-blowing baby babble. Cute as hell too! He’s all his father’s son, can’t hardly see any of mom in Mikey. A one-day lady killer when this boy grows up, and hopefully dad teaches him all those important things! “Who’s a cutie?” Baby talking, scooping Mikey up to hug him closer. Dad might not be thrilled with mom’s choice, but she is! He is so damned adorable and cute and when he is old enough to take places, she will be showing off her little brother to any and all who want to enjoy his cuteness. Hell, how many times has she thought of a baby of her own, identical to her brother? Her thoughts are so beyond wrong, taboo to a whole new level.. but sometimes, she can’t help but wish it was her who had given Dad a son.. BUT! Knowing now how dad reacted to the little guy… Maybe not so much!

“Kelly?” Words come from the doorway to where her mother stands, a little confused to find Kelly with the baby and not Rick? “When did you get in?”

“Just a little bit ago. Your new nanny is in his room changing, so I am keeping my bro entertained.. Aren’t we?” She coos once more to the baby. The censure and teasing in her tone purposely making her mother’s feathers ruffle. She so enjoys teasing her mother, especially when her mother does things outside the acceptable ‘norms’. “He’s cute!” whispers sharply, teasing further. Watching her mom’s eyes widen and dart to the partially open door to his bedroom.

“Kelly!” Gasps out, scolding, but almost chuckling at her daughter’s brazen remarks and though you can’t see it, Kelly is making some lewd motions with her brows at her mother. “I am going to go take a shower and then start dinner. Please ask Rick to feed Mikey. There is milk in the fridge and a few sealed containers of prepared foods on the second right hand shelf, just heat for thirty-five seconds.. Alright?”

“Yep! Sure thing..” Back to kissing her brother’s chubby cheek, she sways and dips with Mikey as Brandi moves towards her own private bathroom. “Sure you don’t need a hand with your back?”

“KELLY ANN!” Is heard in a sharp scold from the hall and a thumb of bathroom door being shut none too gently. This of course has Kelly chuckling, as the girl has never learned to curb her tongue or keep her inappropriate thoughts to herself.

“You clean up nice…” Comes as you return to the nursery, “But I do admit I preferred the last outfit you had off.. erm.. on.” Her bold gaze rakes yet again before she relays mother’s instructions. Shifting Mikey to your hands, she uses the opportunity to run her hand over your arm and skipping to hip and side in a slow, too friendly almost, manner. “I have some ideas of what you can pin to the wall.. Have to come see me some night soon? Everyone is in bed here by eleven. Without fail, every night.. Except me.” Lingering gaze holds for a long silent moment. “Mom’s showering and then cooking.. So might want to get the little man here fed before she comes in and gets all bossy about her cooking space..” And with that, a kiss to Mikey’s cheek until he giggles and she is off to her private new quarters.

 

[Homerun2611]

Brandi

Intentional? No, not really, but when door slowly opens after entering and stripping out of tight, wet, shorts, I also don't worry about hustling over to close. I have spent half my life in open locker rooms, naked dudes, with junk exposed.

There are three types of guys in those rooms, the skinny, weak dudes, where cock size plays no role. They are at the bottom of the food chain, with two simple goals, speed and survival. They spend their lives in terror of the sting of wet towel stings, and gargling toilet water as they get their umpteenth swirly. They conjure every excuse known to man, to skip gym class, or at least showers, much preferring to smell like a sweaty gym sock than have their face freshly flushed!

Then there are the regulars, not skinny, not buff, cocks normal 4.5 to 5.5 inches, usually could spend a bit of time on manscaping, but really, why bother?

And then there are the Peacocks, those that flex without trying, they lift shirtless, or in a wife beater, strut the showers like they own it, and hang at least 7.5 flaccid.

Oh yes, there is one other group, God help them, the Mr. Happy's, those souls who despite their attempts to imagine fat women with arm pit sweat, get erect in room full of naked men. Surely the lady doth protest too much, as they vow on their dying breath, they aren't gay, but that lie detector of a cock outs them, although my guess is there are some benefits again, to that truth in advertising, but in the moment, it is humiliation and degradation that is most unseemly.

I, am a peacock! So, look if you will, enjoy if it pleases, but I've worked my ass off for this body, sure genetics helped, but guys with six packs and guns like canons, they've earned it. Do I see one set of eyes, maybe not, then a second, but different, green? Must be my imagination! And since we aren't in the lockeroom, my erection is far from anything to be embarrased about. But, hmmm, do they like the baby smooth shave?

Question for another day, perhaps? I slip on boxer briefs, tight and supportive, khaki shorts, in case Daddy comes home? A tight, button down, faded blue jean shirt, unbuttoned to mid chest, but form fitting because, why not? And flip flops. Hair is combed back, and splash of cologne is slapped on, I'm sure Mikey will like that, LOL!

Kelly

I don't hear the mother/daughter exchange, except for the loud "KELLY ANN", and I can only guess you are being a cocky smart ass to her too. If I'm honest, I like that, I like smart, sassy women, and confidence is sexy, and well, you are so fucking hot, and that has its own unique baggage.

I think you're coming on to me, but wonder if that is just you. I'm not exactly inexperienced at being hit on, but many hot young girls hit on everything just for the ego boost of some poor jerk thinking he has a chance?

Coming back in, I hear your backhanded compliment. "Thanks I think, but hey, I do take requests, and I can even go less, but..." And I give you a wink, "Not in front of the children!" I move toward you and him, feeling a little vulnerable that Brandi saw you with Mikey, instead of me, hoping maybe my little skin show kept me on good terms.

I take Mikey, and feel your palm and nails rake my skin, and yes it has the effect you wanted. You really are quite good at this, no young virgin here, which I take as good news. "Do you now?" I laugh, as you run with my earlier innuendo. "I hope their sexy, just the right combination of sexy and dangerous?" Who are we kidding, but the game continues and hell, it is fun!

You invite me to come over, and now I laugh, "So are you trying to get me fired on my first day, or is this just the job of my dreams?" Mikey is balancing on one hand and shoulder, cooing, but the rest of me presses closer to you. "What was the line in Top Gun? You are dangerous!"

I step back our eyes feast in each others, "Of course, if everyone is asleep, and you want to be tucked in, I do that for Mikey too, so what is one more? I won't ever charge for it, that is if you don't either?" The looks are heated, two pros who are used to walking out of a bar with whoever they want to, now engaged in this simple but dangerous dance.

You give me my instructions and I smile as you walk out, "My God Mikey, what have you gotten me into here? Those ladies in your family, are quite the handful!" Or so I silently hope, but truly think is just likely harmless flirting.

Heating the bottle I feed him, and he eats and burbs like a champ! The look on his little face suggests we will be back at the changing table soon. Finished and Mikey in clothes for the evening, I walk past Brandi's room, and I apparently am not the only one leaving doors ajar. The shower is running, but sadly steam covers thee glass door, that is until your cheek clears a little patch of sexy Mommy flesh. I look at Mikey, "We should probably go?"

Lifting him up, we play airplane down the stairs, and down on the great room carpet I grab the stuffed 7 dwarves, out of his toy bin. We are all wrestling when you finally come down, but Kelly is nowhere to be seen.

Michael

It is just before dinner, he and his assistant will be meeting clients for dinner, he sent her the dress to wear. Having a few seconds his thoughts turn to home, and he begins typing on his phone.

"How's Daddy's favorite girl? Did Mom hire a nanny, will I like her? I should be back day after tomorrow, but my sweet tooth is aching.... could MY Kelly, send me a little sugar?"

Putting the phone in his breast pocket, he can feel himself already getting aroused. God help him! Actually on second thought, let’s keep God out of this discussion.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi

If the laughter and squeals weren’t a beacon, the thumping would be. Curious eyes peer around the corner into the living room where I find my son and you are engaged in mock wrestling and you’re tapping out while a squealing Mikey crawl all over you. It reminds me of many happy long-ago memories that are bittersweet, endearing and oh so adorable. You remind me of Michael when he was younger, and Kelly Ann was the same age. Whatever happened to that Michael? Lost in thought, it takes me a moment to realize you’re watching me as Mikey sits on your abdomen, chewing on a dwarf hat.

“Looks like you two are getting along just fine.” My Smile grows, trying to hide the sadness from days gone by. “Kelly is off to somewhere, so it is you, me and Mikey tonight. Want to order something or shall we make spaghetti?” Mikey’s trophy is held up as he babbles excitedly for a moment to me, then proceeds to stuff the dwarf’s hat back into his teething mouth. “I see..” laughter coming easily. Soggy the Dwarf, has a nice ring to it.. Should contact Disney about it.. My inner musings return to the present, shifting in my sandals to watch the pair of you a few more minutes while you decide.

I wish I had stayed in the shower a little longer, my head and neck were feeling the tension the most today and with that thought, my hand is up and rubbing at my neck. I wore a simple pair of jeans and a tee shirt, hair down and face bare and for a moment I wondered if that was foolish to do? I could have dressed up a little better than this… Shouldn’t I? But why? It isn’t like some young college guy is truly interested in me and I know you met Kelly Ann by now. She had been lurking in Mikey’s nursery for a reason. I love my daughter, but she has some issues, and being ‘carefree’ with herself was one of them. Granted I couldn’t say anything about it, she knew I disapproved of her loose moral demeanor but who was I to judge and cast stones? I enjoyed a healthy sex life once upon a time too.. I just hope she’s being smart and protecting herself.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought, what did you say?” Have you been talking to me? I am not really sure; I do know I am hungry, and food is indeed needed asap before I go “hangry”. “Order or cooking for 3? No, I am not asking you to cook..” Chuckling, adding quickly before you may or may not panic on me.



Kelly Ann

She left without saying a single word to you, merely that cat caught the canary smile and glimmer in her blue eyes. Men! God they are so damned easy to control, manipulate, and use. She could see clearly you would play any game she wanted you to play, even go so far as enduring her cat and mouse teasing. Oh, she’s going to fuck you, but when she feels like fucking you and not before. A girl has needs, right? Dad isn’t home often these days and while dad teases her, he never delivers. So, she had Troy and Brandon to pass the time with. As well as Britney and Becca, others too if she wanted them. All she had to do was crook a finger and there they were, eager to please, tease, and fuck. She took great care of her body, if her tennis coach Brent wasn’t badgering her to stay in shape, she was working out for her own sense of vanity. She was easily an eleven out of ten and knew it, so did Brent, Becca, Troy.. And the list goes on and on. She was on birth control, but she also carried condoms with her. She was a social media whore and so everyone always knew where she was, what and whom she was doing. They either got along to get along or they fucked off out of her life. How it was and how it would always be. If she didn’t land herself a Hollywood star by end of college, she’d have a killer career somewhere attracting those worthy of her, to her.

She showered and lay out in her one room ‘apartment’ as the text from dad came. She laughed at his assumption, “oh daddy..” Sighed heavily, hadn’t he told her not to assume? Fingers flew as she returned a text, “A new manny is more like it, and unless you like dick..” hit send and then angled her camera for a selfie. “Getting ready to go out tonight!” and sent this: Dancing

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

Mikey is a boys boy, the rougher I handle him, tossing him around, teasing him, applying strawberry after strawberry, all he does is giggle more. Smiling so wide I wonder if it hurts, drool cascading down, from those teething gums. I lift him up, and with my strong hands I can easily help him summersault in the air, bringing him back down on my chest. Putting him on the ground, I part bury him in dwarves, only to uncover with a matching "peek-a-boo". He is all in, loving the dare as much as the laugh.

I already have about a half dozen little nicknames for him, "My little man" "Bruiser" "Sloppy bear" and you add to it with "Soggy the dwarf", I laugh, "Good one!" Now I have one eye on you, and I realize I somehow missed something, a question. "Well, if you don't mind, home made spaghetti please? I haven't had a real home made meal, in so long. Am I allowed to drink on the job? That is is if my boss is having wine too?"

I don't really care, but the thought of enjoying a meal with you sounds good. I then look you up and down. "Be careful wearing jeans, people will think your Kelly's big sister and not her mother!" Another million dollar wink, and flash of pearlies. I am incorrigible, but it is so easy to flirt with a sexy, gorgeous woman. And much more fun, as I am realizing, you don't even know that you are?

Of course I see you craining your neck and then rubbing it, and I give Mikey a kiss on the cheek and leave him on the floor surrounded by his seven buddies. It will take him five minutes easy just trying to flip over.

"Neck or shoulders, where's the pain?" Not asking permission moving in behind you. "I've played every sport known to man, and had more rubdowns than I can remember, let me share what I've learned?" I push your hands away, "Just try to relax while I work you?" Words I've heard a thousand times, but take on a bit of a different meaning here.

Hands and fingers grip tops of shoulders, while thumbs meet about four inches down on each side of spine. I am not gentle, gripping hard, and working fingers deep, pushing into tired, spasmed, muscles. "There, how does that feel?" My hands don't stop, working up and down, you feel my strength as I go so deep, I know it will momentarily hurt, but then, I feel the muscles relax.

"Pull your hair up?" I ask/command and then work your entire neck and shoulders, fingers even playing momentary peek-a-boo into neckline of t-shirt to work bare skin. I work arms, shoulders, neck and upper back, deep, hard penetrating, before finally stopping.

"Feel better?" I finish with soft tickles down your spine. "You probably didn't know you hired a masseuse too? My specialty is feet and legs, but I'm pretty talented everywhere." I tease, looking over at Mikey who finally is on his belly.

I go pick him up, and carry him over. "Anything we can do to help with dinner?" And I can't help but give you a wink, "or anything else?"

Michael

It has been almost 20 minutes, and I should be getting ready to go, rather than sitting in my hotel room bed, naked. BZZZZ, comes the text from my daughter, and at first I only see the words. A Manny, what the fuck, Brandi hired some homo? Well if her idea was to stop him from fucking this nanny, he had to give her credit for creativity.

Laughing at his daughter's bluntness, he scrolls down further. "Mmmm, there's Daddy's girl!" Jesus his daughter is gorgeous, and how many girls would send this to their daddy? Maybe many. But how many look like his Kelly, practically none. It can’t be his imagination the way she is bending over, and giving him a clear view of her barely constrained tits.

Even as he first looks at the pic, he finds his cock with his hand, he had started getting hard at the sound of the text. This is simply a progression of a dance that started on her 18th birthday, a dance where his daughter had whispered, “Daddy, I know about the others?” And then pressed her body into his.

He had felt a wave of shame, his daughter realizing, acknowledging his appetite for women outside of his marriage. Invariably they had been young women, some not much older than her, and in truth, none as beautiful or sexy.

Jesus what was wrong with him, should a father ever refer to his daughter as Sexy, but then her next question,”Daddy, am I pretty?” There was something implicite but unspoken, “Am I as pretty as them?” Softly I had kissed the birthday girls cheek, “No one could ever compare.”

Since that time we had started walking the precipice, as if challenging and provoking to do more, push the boundaries, cross lines and get more suggestive and intimate. Was it inevitable, was it what we both wanted, I wanted to say no but I was realizing, laying there stroking my cock to my daughter’s picture, that the answer, God help me, was yes!

<Remember your Daddy’s girl… don’t let those other boys into my Baby Girl’s cookie jar … Promise?> And hit send.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi

“Spaghetti it is, wine is in the basement..” Words are interrupted as you rise from the floor and prowl towards me with a look in those eyes that has my breath halting and my pulse leaping just a bit. Determined? Set on something and not quite sure as that blush still burns in my startled expression, worsening as you slip behind me, and those hands come to rest on each shoulder.

“P-Pardon?” Stammers but I do not step away, though that heat of you is felt against my backside as you stand so improperly close that I could merely relax into you and there you’d be. “Oh..” Right! Head out of those lusty clouds Brandi! “Both.. “ Tongue darting to wet sudden dry lips, murmuring my words a little louder. Try and relax while you.. Oh my fucking god! The images that spring right into mind are far from relaxing thoughts! I swear I can see you naked in my mind and it isn’t helping with relaxing.. Until those hands begin to knead and at first I tense, most massage me much too roughly and it causes more pain that relief..

And your touch? Anything but rough! I cannot help the soft sigh that emerges, “Drinking on the job is acceptable as long as it is well within legal limits, incase.. “ words sigh off, “emergency..” Finding the words to make sense seems to evade me at the moment. “So good..” groans in a throaty growl that doesn’t even sound remotely like me! Hands lift to hurry and move hair aside, tugged into a ponytail and held to the side and as you knead my body that moves, sways and shifts back and forth with each stroke. “you should stop..” Comes just as your hands cease, “I am ..” I can’t say that! “falling asleep..” A grin spreads, that is so not what I was going to say and thank God I did not say what was on my mind just now! “Amazing, thank you Rick..” I turn away from the temptation of pressing to your hard body, barely meeting your eyes, and smiling before shifting away from both you and those eyes.

Far too much can be seen in my eyes, I have no coyness, no deceitful tactics here. I am an open book and it’s hell on earth when you so badly need to lie or mask your feelings! Ask any police officer who has pulled my ass over, I am not capable of lying, even to get out of a five over ticket! Flushed, I can feel the rise of a thought to be dormant urge! What the hell is wrong with me? Another flush is rising in my cheeks as you thankfully go for Mikey, and I can regain some self-composure back. “Ah.. sure. I could use some help with preparing dinner.. Mikey likes his new high chair and a few crackers and he will help from his favorite spot, doing his favorite thing.. eating.” A soft chuckle comes at those words for they are so very true.

Anything else indeed… A dangerous question! Is this why Michael has had so many affairs? This temptation from a fit and eager source? Not that you are eager, just being friendly I am sure of it. Flirting with me, I doubt that. So many I have met like you, friendly and polite and just a hint of flirty to keep this easy-going nature, and your job stability. It is quite common these days, seems most think personality is as much as an important skill set as is cooking and filing or whatever your job entails. Certainly not flirting, I am far too old for you and face it, my husband doesn’t want it and he promised to love me through it all. Wishful thinking of a horny soul.. Definitely wishful thinking!

In the kitchen, I am pointing out where things are as we work to boil water and find pasta, giving you the knife and chopping duties while I hunt ingredients. I catch your eye from time to time and always an easy smile greets me, is returned and back at it we go. I don’t speak, I just work efficiently to get the task done and our stomachs full and as a tandem, we work really well together in preparing dinner. Once seated and wine poured, we sit at the smaller family kitchen table and savor our endeavors with a little toast. “To new beginnings..” So many inner thoughts with those words, it is far too easy to relax in your company and simply enjoy life, dinner, humor. No judgement, so it seems. Funny how I can relax around you despite my hormonal craziness behind the scenes, and I can’t around Michael. Not sure why but I return to the present and my two new guys.

“Tell me more about yourself Rick? Well, anything you wish to share?” spoon cupping, I roll some onto my fork and chew as I watch you do the same.




Kelly Ann:


Onto the day bed, spread out on back with phone in hands, thumbs fly as laughter fills the room.

< Yes, Daddy! Of course. Kisses >

Like you do, Daddy? Keep yourself for your little girl and no one else? If you can, so can I. Besides, I have a preference and only good dick need apply. If you think for a moment I am going to wait around for your attention, whatever strokes your ego, Daddy. What he don’t know.. Right?

Besides, the new nanny is hot as fuck. If Daddy thinks I am going to ignore that man in favor of him, who isn’t hardly ever home? It’s not my fault, it’s Daddy’s fault entirely. Last year, Natalie was screaming your name so loud that I am sure the neighbors heard her and when I snuck around the guest house to spy into the window, I saw it. I saw Daddy fucking.. that thick, hard gorgeous piece of meat. I had seen little dick, I had little dick too. Nothing ever made me squeal like Natalie was! Jesus that girl has a set of lungs on her… It formulated a plan in my head, a desire in my little loving heart. I had to have you, Daddy. Somehow, there had to be a way?

Oh, don’t tell me it’s wrong, I’m an adult. I can make my own choices in life and who could possibly love me better than the man who’s been loving me since conception? Besides, didn’t that bible say something about Adam and Eve? Well, everyone else since is inbred, so don’t point fingers or judge me. Not that anyone knows… Our secret, and how you make me scream out and gush all over the place. Such a good Daddy to me, for me… I shouldn’t be thinking these things, I am going out! To party, I can’t mess my dress and yet I find my hand slipping between my thighs, pushing up my little white dress and tassels to the pristine white cotton panties with little hip pink bows.. Panties that any man who lays eyes on will be thinking the very thing I am right now. Fuck me, Daddy!

A year of teasing, hinting, baiting and sabotaging every moment of free time he has, I am on a mission here and I know it isn’t much longer until I will feel him again, deep in his baby girl. My grin is cocked, so confident in what I want, I will get it. I always do.

< I am anxiously waiting for your return Daddy >

A dip into moist slit and the evidence both scents delicious, the slick heat is bubbling out of me. I am so close to release, I could cum right now if I rub just a bit. So tempted, but the girls will be waiting on me to arrive. Fingers leave dewy cleft and up onto heels I go. Tugging down this slip dress and grabbing needed items, I am out the door with a worthy cock in mind.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick
"Mmmm..." The moan is soft, sensual, as I rub your shoulders, feel your body relax! "Mmmmm,..." Once again, as nostrils fill with aroma of tomato, oregano. and other spices being brought to a boil, "God I love the smell of spaghetti sauce! Makes me so damn hungry!" I almost growl.

As I massage you, I get a rhythm, and if someone looked from behind, they might think I am thrusting into you, as you roll your had back, spasms giving way to relaxation.

Hands enjoy more than they should, and ask no pardon for expanding range and scope. You have a good body, and as you move, that countertop edge is tantalizing,! Oh to push you forward, press you down hard on the granite, my one hand in the middle of your back as I rip your bottoms away and give you the release we both would fucking enjoy. Shoulders/neck are great and all, but cunt/cock, that is where the real action is!

My eyes wander for a moment to Mikey, making sure he is okay, and he is more than okay, giving Dopey a choke hold, while seemingly whispering sweet nothings into Grumpy's ear. Mikey is a very cute little boy, with a great big head! And as my eyes pan down to your ass, suddenly swaying to my machinations, I ponder, how did that body, possibly spit that head out?

Of course, I don't stop there, and instead wonder something, about my employer no employee should do, just how tight, is this cougar's cunt? Perhaps we have a clue as to why Mr. Wonderful, now sleeps in another room, while carousing for tighter pastures? But no, looking again, that ass is just too fine, very, delightfully tappable. I am reaffirmed, that you are likely, one fine, ride!

My god I'm bad, stealing touches of side boob, as I move from upper to lower back, sexy tight glutes just a few moments away! You say it is okay to drink on the job, and I wonder if that includes pouring on small of back and lapping from funnel of ass crack! Jesus, why can't I turn my libido off?

“you should stop..” "HUH?" Mind tries to switch gears, as fingers sill press, just a touch lower. "Fall asleep? Oh ... uh... sure...I'm glad it worked!" Except, it didn't. Jesus talk about a bucket of ice on a man's ego! Thinking I am priming pump, firing up the volcano, and instead, serving as the human melatonin. Cock deflates, as if slapped hard, and seek solace in Mikey. He won't put out, but at least there is no doubt about how much I rile the little guy up!

Mikey in tow, I try to make myself useful, and I am comfortable and enjoy my way around a kitchen. I love the doing part, the clean up after, not so much! I pour the wine, coming up behind you, wrapping an am around, but not touching, "Vino, my lady?" Well, arms don't touch, but pelvis definitely brushes ass, before moving back away as soon as you take it. "Cheers, here's to our first night together?"

Okay, that was not some malaprop, that was intentionally overt, and I watch your eyes to see if there is any reaction, as memories of "I'm fallin asleep" still pound on ego unused to such response. I have to ask myself, is it her, or am I just a serial flirt and wannabe gigolo, and I am self aware enough to know, it is both!

I'm sure it is my imagination, but as we eat, drink, there is electricity in the air. Fuck, even the way you spin your spaghetti is kind of sexy. How long has it been? Oh yeah, only a couple of days, but in fairness to me, this house is loaded with stimuli, one of which, I don't even know, is over masturbating to her imaginary vision of her father's dick pic, in the pool house … LOL, with the candlestick!

"Me?" I laugh, "You thought the massage made you sleep?" I bring back the comment that this oyster is still reeling from the granite sized speck of sand that was forced into his shell. "I am going to be honest, early life came pretty easy to me. My parents had money, not rich, but enough. I was smart, a good athlete, and some might say, handsome and charming!"
I mean why should I hide it, pure humility would make me look like a stupid ass! "I got good grades and everything, but when I graduated from UCLA, a buddy invited me out to Aspen, and I ended up being a ski instructor in the winter and an outbound leader in the summer. It was a blast, but not exactly a career. I do think I grew up a bit."

Looking at you, wondering if you are interested or bored to tears, "I had a heart to heart with my Dad, and decided to go to law school. However, he made it clear, that after two years of playing in the snow and all the pussy..." My eyes shoot wide, and I actually blush. "I am so sorry, God, I feel way too comfortable around you!" That also doesn't sound good, "Let's just keep it to, I had a really good time. Anyway, I was on my own, so, I have huge debt, have made money when I can, and one more year of law school and hopefully I will start to make enough coin to pay it all back."

I sigh, there is more, trouble gotten into and barely avoided, getting my ass shot at by a sheriff, who also happened to apparently be the cuck of a certain ski student who invited me back to her place, but hey, I survived. "Anyway, that is why this job is a God send, it allows me to not dig the whole any deeper, I really want to do a good job. Sincerely, I will do ANYTHING!"

Michael

Yes he felt guilty, Kelly was his daughter, and at least to her, they had been good parents. But then she turned 18, and nearly the same time, Michael had gone full steam, mid life crisis. His particular addiction, hot young things with Daddy issues! He had even been surprised how many gorgeous young girls, opened their legs and fed his jones, and all he had to do, was sprinkle a little money, and call them baby girl!
But Kelly? The moment she turned 18, she had started. Maybe he was her laboratory, or maybe her darkest and most wanted desire. But his daughter, was a smoke show, and even some early, albeit half hearted, attempts to avoid, had been just too tempting to resist! Just in case, anyone ever wants to hear the truth, there is no fruit as sweet as the fruit of your loins, and then let her look like his baby girl, and BOING!!!!!

Nothing had transpired yet, nothing beyond heavy flirting, grossly inappropriate innuendo, and some touches, a few kisses, that were anything but parental! But as he had said good bye on this last trip, as she went on her tip toes as her lips met his he had felt them open, with just the briefest slip of tongue. His hands had gone down to here ass, and … they had heard Brandi.

Michael hadn’t always cheated on his wife, not until she got pregnant with Mikey, he had succumbed with an intern, a late night meeting where they had pizza and beer. But God, to feel that heat, that young body, that eagerness to please, nearly worship him. He hadn’t realized Kelly Ann even knew, men always think they are more sly than they are.

If he had known, it would have killed him, he loved is baby girl. However, her reaction had not been heart break, but jealousy. They had been alone, and Michael would let her have a drink if Brandi wasn’t around, whatever cocktail he was having. It had been her second, the bourbon clearly going to her head. “Daddddyyyy…“ She had said in her pouty wine, “Do you like Natalie…”. He had frozen, that was their Nanny, prior to whoever this new guy was, the one he had to buy off, and it was only after he had been fucking her for a few months.

”What a funny question sweetheart, I mean .. I don’t know her … you should ask your mother?” It was then his daughter’s eyes had blazed in more anger than hurt. “Mommy isn’t fucking her!” Michael had just sat down, “I … I …” And Kelly had seized the opportunity, coming over and climbing on his lap. “Daddy, she’s not good enough for you .. you don’t love her.”

Michael didn’t know what to do, “Of course not honey …”. She had leaned in and kissed his cheek, let her hand rest on his thigh, and she was wearing Daisy Dukes, a t-shirt, bare midriff, and no bra. As he felt her hand on his thigh, his cock hardening he looked down to see his sweet baby girl’s incredibly gorgeous and perky young tits, nipples harden. “You … love me…”

It was not planned, and there were a million reasons why he should stop this, but he never considered one. His body was on autopilot and the little head had taken control. He slid his hand down to her bare thigh, so smooth, her mother couldn’t feel like that if she was dipped in aloe for a week. Muscular thighs, and legs that spread at his first touch.

””Oh MY Baby Girl….” He had moaned as her face came into view, and … Brandi. Her timing as a cock blocker was unparalleled. That was only a few months ago, and now they were here. His mind going through it all, when exactly he had taken out his cock and started to stroke It, he didn’t know. All he knew was how much he wanted, needed to fuck his Baby Girl!

They had already been seriously pushing the lines, but this exchange, there was no escaping his innuendo, pumped it out, reciprocating with his freshly spent cock soiled in spent desire for his daughter’s young slit, well, it was now game on! Yet, immediately after sending, he was filled with regret and angst, nearly holding his breath until he received the reply. And what a reply! His fingers, beat out his reply …

<Daddy will be home late two days after next, but I know I will be hungry, and I hope what my baby girl is serving, will be delicious!> He hit send, and then thought a bit more. <You know, if you could get Mom interested in the new help, Daddy could spend even more time with you?> Of course, in his current state, ego so full, nothing else could fit in the room, he never considered that the new help might enjoy that little hole he was drooling over and anticipating, before he ever had the chance?!?!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi

You keep coming close, too close to me and as much as I feel flushed about such closeness, the more too that I ache for you to keep on pressing to me. It’s been too long, far too long since I felt a tender touch, a wanting grip and your little flirts are making me crave things I thought I was past desiring. I guess not, or you’re just so god damned sexy that I can’t keep my thoughts pure. It is a struggle to do but I am trying.. sort of! God, I even lie to myself in my own mind! This is laughable but I can’t, don’t dare let it out. Taking the offered wine, body still as death a moment as you brush my ass. Fuck …

“And to many more..” A husky voice responds, and I have to ponder, did that really just come out of my mouth and sound like some sort of Fay Dunaway like? I drink, I can feel the arousal in my mind and body and pray that the little tents in my t-shirt don’t get TOO prominently displayed. Somewhere in this crazy scenario we’re sitting down and making small talk, eating.. but so much more seems to be .. unsaid but by gesture or glance, implied? You’re watching me, more so than would be normal and I am confused to WHY you’re doing so? You’re making me self-conscious and that is unsettling and yet, somehow exciting. Why? I mean, who doesn’t like to be looked at? I do, I know I do, I just never really thought about it or that someone your age would bother with a woman of mine.

“I can see how the ladies would be drawn to you.” A soft chuckle comes at your choice of words and the sudden realization of what you just said out loud to me. “Skiing is quite enjoyable, I enjoy it. Swimming and hiking too. When I had time, I used to free climb but that stopped a while ago. Too busy with business..” I eat but watch you watching me, and I really do wish I could read your mind. “No need to be sorry, I am not so easily offended and hell, we’re not saints in this house.. Though if Mikey goes to day care spouting out pussy pussy pussy..” A playful growl in my tone and warning, “be mindful of little ones, they will repeat the worst thing they can at the worst place and time imaginable..”

Anything? I could come up with so many anythings to keep you busy and now after that massage? It’s not even remotely decent or Employer like! I can’t help the grin still plastered on my face, between bites of spaghetti and the wine and finally some help! Someone who would actually take care of Mikey and not get wrapped up in his or her cell phone or business calls, to let her work! I could pay this guy three times the amount offered and still be fine, if I’m able to work. “Just be sure that what you’re doing with your life is for yourself and no one else. While the thought is noble, it is not your passion you’d be following but someone else’s and it is not nearly as satisfying to succeed in something you do not love doing..” rising to clean up the dishes, I hand over a bottle of milk for Mikey. “His bed time is in ten minutes, then you are off the clock..” Taking your emptied plate to the sink I begin the cleanup and loading the dish washer, taking another glass of wine.

“Oh and Rick?” I turn to you as you pause with baby in arms, “no need to sell yourself to me, I am convinced you’ll do just fine.” Our gaze seems to linger on one another for a few moments longer than necessary, but hell with it! I do enjoy looking at you and those eyes. Tensions aren’t quite gone and after cleaning up here I am going to make use of the hot tub, a long soak and massaging water jets might help ease me to a state of restfulness.


Kelly Ann


The girls will have to wait, I can’t drive like this. With throbbing aching snatch drooling all over expensive leather seats. And then what? This horny I’d end up with some loser and their place and left wanting it hard and fast. No, best to handle this before going anywhere. What did dad mean by that though? Get mom interested in the help? Did he mean.. NO! No way he meant that, her mind is just in the gutter.. right?


Text: Did you mean like sexually interested in the new nanny?


Hit send and waited for his response, stripping so quickly a seam somewhere on the dress tore in her haste to get it off. He wouldn’t answer any time soon, he’s out at a business dinner and had plans, no doubt with his newest assistant.. what is her name?

Some time later….

She is well spent, well fucked by yours truly and visions of daddy all nestled in bed, cock buried in her ass.. Yeah, she had cum hard with all sorts of forbidden thoughts swarming her impressionable lusty mind. She likes sex, okay!? Soft loving sex, rough hard sex, group sex, bi-sexual sex and boy oh boy, does she crave her sexy dad! His soothing voice and easy laugh and that smile of his! Him being her one and only crush since boys entered her mind.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

It is hard, chuckles at thought, it’s damn hard, but anyway, not to stare at your tits. Milk probably accentuates size, but it is your nipples, small like I like, but soo hard, I want them. In my fingers, in my mouth, wrapped around my prick as I titty fuck those cougar beauties!

*”And to many more…” Smiling, well, whenever you’ll have me, I am delighted to cum! “You do?” Eyebrow cocked as you acknowledge women‘s potential interest in me. “No accounting for taste I guess … I’ve just never attracted the right one, the classy, the mature, but one can hope, right?” Brow no longer cocked, now soft blues look into intense greens, trying to size up if prior statement suggests interest here.

I should feel guilty, is it wrong to covet a young mother, fresh with child who is also only gainful employer. Of course it is, yet I do, and I can tell in the question that seems to loom in your eyes, you know I do, but do you like that?

You are so cool about my inadvertant pussy comment, but I still tease. “Oh really, I am curious, what exactly would they be drawn to?” Doing poses like vogue shoot, only to break out in laughter. “I am only kidding! Look Mikey Mommy can blush too!” I really like you, you are smart, sexy and funny. There is no doubt, if this was a bar, I’d be flirting my ass off to take you home. God! Older women! So hot, so experienced, so insecure in their desirability!

You like adventure, “Really, what was the last thing you scaled that really got your heart pounding? I’d love to take you skiing, I’d have you doing tricks and trying things you never dreamed you could do? It never ceased to amaze me what I could bring out when people just trusted and let go, abandoned self imposed limitations. I love how kids don’t have that, they are fearless. Maybe when Mikey is a bit older, I have taught kids as young as three!” Laughing, “They just bounce over the bumps, grinning and giggling, never looking behind them both skis pointed down the hill.”

You can see how much skiing excites me, the fresh air, the beauty, the speed, the danger. But when you say you’re not a saints, after my pussy outburst, I laugh, “I will keep that in mind, with the following disclaimer, if Romeo over there ever says, “Jesus I’d like to fuck ______! I am telling you right now it is one of those pretike perverts at the park, and it is pure coincidence how much it might sound like a name you know!”

We are laughing and teasing until we talk about my perspective profession. You give me sage advice, but my mind is elsewhere! Despite the looks we exchange, the conversation is entertaining fun, we connect in all sorts of ways that I haven’t before. I know what it is too, you are not just sexy but really smart and witty, a killer combination. I find myself in a near constant chuckle, having fun and can’t help but smile. But I take a risk and up the ante, curious on your reaction, “Well, I do know what my passion is, other than professional skiing, which is clearly out, and there is not a doubt what I most love doing, but I’m pretty sure making a living doing it is illegal in 50 states other than a couple of counties in Nevada!”

I have said to much, probably crossed that seemingly ever moving line, “I understand, I don’t know, but I like to think I’m young.” You remind me of bedtime, and I take the bottle, and it takes all I’ve got not to wisecrack about not selling myself to you, I simply say, “Thank you! I really do appreciate it”. I start to walk away, turning, “I’m not tired, I was wondering, after I put Mikey down, is it okay if I came back down to watch a movie? Maybe you’d like to join me, I pretty much like everything.”

It was only twenty minutes later I came back down in gym shorts and a t-shirt, hoping, more than hoping I wouldn’t be alone.

Michael

I see your text, “Why? Is the Nanny not fuckable?” I laugh, “that would be so like your Mom to hire some ugly dude, or, OMG is he gay?” Taking a moment to think, “Baby girl, Mommy has needs too… and she doesn’t have the same temptation living in the pool house I do does she?“ God I am turned on, so wrong, I may be fucking my secretary later tonight, but eyes will be closed, I just hope I don’t moan your name .. but oh well!

Hopping into shower, no need to wait for later, time alone, thoughts can go solely to you. “Daddy needs to shower and go…wish I didn’t .. wish you were here .. right here… right now! Night, night Baby Girl….Be good!”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Did you just, in a roundabout manner, suggest you’d enjoy working as a prostitute!? No.. No I had to have misheard you.. but I didn’t! You little devil! You’re posing and flexing and my god, I am sure my face is beet red by now! And of course, you notice and are having a real good chuckle at my expense. That is just awful! And funny! My god, have you no shame at all? What am I saying? You remind me so much of Michael at that age. He too was once a wicked and quite fun and intense man.

“This is your home now too Rick, you don’t need to ask to come down and watch television. Free to move about the house and property freely, well.. Knock on doors of course.” Smiling, I just realized I stated an obvious! What a moron I am tonight, must be the wine.. or wandering eyes and thoughts? It is hard not to be drawn to you, your humor is infectious! Smile so easy going and sexy at the same time, I can clearly imagine your mouth on me.. OKAY! Both eyes go wide, and I shift in my chair, more upright and set down that wine glass. I have had TOO much to drink, obviously!

“I will keep that in mind, with the following disclaimer, if Romeo over there ever says, “Jesus I’d like to fuck ______! I am telling you right now it is one of those pre-tike perverts at the park, and it is pure coincidence how much it might sound like a name you know!”

I am sure my face is redder still, if at all possible. The last thing I want to hear is one of the park mom’s name come out of my sons mouth in that statement. I am sure there are plenty of hot moms at the park, I see them every few days myself, just never thought of them like that. Being a man, no doubt you see women differently, through the hormonal filters most men do. Still.. I do not want to picture you fucking Becky or Candice or whomever else may catch your eye. Better not knowing, right? No comment returned, just a flash of a smile, and another sip of wine.

I shouldn’t do it and I know I shouldn’t come back down here to watch a movie. I should take my ass to bed and sleep, or read. Something alone in my room, privacy.. So what? I can masturbate again? While it does appeal to take the edge off of frustration lane, some how I sense that to do so would be heard.. Well.. not if you’re down here and I am up there, right? No. best to wait until later and so before I talk myself into or out of anything my lips just blurt out, “Sure. Why not.” And watch as you pack the little man up. Awkward for a moment, we both stand there staring at Mikey.


“Oh right!” laughing at my stumble with a soft chuckle, approaching where you stand with baby in arms. “Good night baby, mommy loves you..” Whispers in a soft cooing voice before kissing his cherub cheek a few times, until he is smiling and giggling. “I will make some popcorn..” Feeling your eyes on me, noticing how I had pressed to your arm holding my son. Wasn’t anything overt nor intentional but I slid back as nonchalantly as possible. Following you upstairs, I go off to my bedroom to find me some comfortable shorts to sleep in, leaving t-shirt and bra on but slip into some sleep shorts I can quickly shed before crawling into bed later.

I am acting off, horrifying for a woman my age to be so caught up in.. Whatever this is? Newness? It will wind down in a day or so, maybe even less. One can hope! I am acting like a nut case, I am so positive you’ve noticed how oddly I am behaving. Whether you know it or not, I need to be back to normal before Michael gets home Thursday. Last thing I need is him poking fun at me too. I beat you back downstairs, but I don’t have the little man to convince to go to sleep either on my plate. So I make popcorn and pour some more wine, carry it out and put it on the low coffee table and find my corner of the couch to lean into. Remote in hand, you find me flipping through hundreds of stupid programming, hunting something to watch or waiting on a movie choice.


“OH hey, welcome back.. We have a huge digital library if you want to pick something?” I offer up the remote.



Kelly Ann


Fingers fly over the text back to her father.

<Mom hire some1 ugly? LOL! He is :flame emoji: ! So not gay either. :wink face: ! I get it! I will check him out!>


<Oh and Daddy? Imagine me when you’re with her tonight. :Wink face: >

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

Simple fact is I have no shame, when you get away with as much as I do, based on a wink and a smile, it becomes part of your DNA, your go to, that can get you out of all sorts of one kind of trouble, and into a totally, far more delicious other kind. So, I flirt, unashamedly, not even always with a purpose. I fucking love women, age does not matter, but attractiveness, and ohhh, yes, wicked sense of humor, essential.

Well in truth, wicked humor and fun tease are only necessary for prolonged relationship, which in my case you can define as more than tonight. If it is just now, you need only be hot, really hot, and if it is 2 AM and I am drunk in a bar, that criteria slips precipitously! So, when I suggest I might have a price, be a man whore, let's face it, most men are, the only question is price or quality of tail we are hunting.

Appreciate your statement of making this my home, freedom to move about. Only certain rooms requiring privacy, of course, as we are now frighteningly, or at least I am, comfortable having fun with you. "So, the entire house, every room…” This is too good, there must be fine print, so I press further, “… like bedrooms, a soft knock, then may I cum inside?" So BAD, pun most definitely intended, do you get it? I know you do! Have to look at you from corner of eye to not break into laughter, do I get a grin, a wiggle, God, so BAD!

Offer extended to watch movie together, I already know what I will pick if available, but only if I am going to be having a "date night". Okay, I know it isn't a date, couldn't be, you are far too classy a lady to so brazenly cheat. This is just fun, slightly dangerous flirting. Like moving finger ever slower across tip of flame, each instance getting hotter, even more fun due to danger of getting burned!

Offer accepted! And, may I say, with enthusiasm. "Awesome, like MacArthur, I shall return." Not bad for twently something to pop off WWII reference, but might fall on deaf ears, she is way too young for that too, so is likely her mother. You coo at Mikey, in a tone both sweet and arousing as hell. Oh God, I want to call you Mommy, as you ride and say, "Deeper Ricky, Momma likes it REAL deep!"

I am a pervert, but a lovable one! "Popcorn sounds delicious, I like lots of butter and salt, if something is good for you, it can't really be fun, can it? I always like it fun!" Upstairs Mikey, is fed, changed and popped into a fresh onezie. One quick read of "Goodnight Moon" I will find this is the goto sleep book as grin turns to fluttering eyes, finally little guy breathing softly, sweetly in arms. "You are gonna be a lady killer, in fact already are!"

It takes one to know one, but kiss applied to forehead, before settling down. One day, he has my heart too, such a good and fun little dude! "Be a good boy and sleep, I am headed to torment your Mommy!" He is asleep, but I know if awake I would have gotten giggle, he will torment her too, just differently, or ... maybe not?

Quick run to bathroom, toss on baggy gym shorts, you know the easy access, easy off type, and loose fitting tank top, let's guns out, and just a bit of side pec, should wandering eyes be interested. Also plausible that minimalist clothing incents a blanket, and past history suggests, if anything does happen beneath blanket, it is usually one good time! SOOO BAD!!!!

Barefoot, young and sprite, bound down stairs, "The little guy is down, and thank you again, I really like him, really!" Taking the wine, and bowl of popcorn, "Sit here so we can share?" New offer extended, but not overplaying. Grabbing remote to scan ON DEMAND. "There ... Have you seen "Wedding Crashers" Hysterical, and Isla Fischer, and oh Fuck, Amy Adams, I mean..." Crooks index finger bringing to mouth and lightly biting in lust. "My God, I would do Amy Adams so hard ... Oh Sorry!" Yet will you wonder, because you and Amy, hell you could be the same person!

"Don't worry, there is Vince Vaughan and Owen Wilson for you, they are so bad, flirtatious, good looking, almost amoral, can you imagine such a cad?" Laughs at own, self deprecating humor, sitting down, and patting seat beside. "Don't worry, I don't bite, unless you ask, and there is an upcharge for the kinky stuff? Oh wait, no wrong career!"

Winking, I just love teasing with you, your looks, I know there is wickedness within that new Mommy, you're too damn smart and sexy for it not to be. "Wedding Crashers okay? I can choose something else, something less funny and less sexy, if that's what you're into?" A Dare!


Michael

Okay, I may be a philanderer, but I am a possessive philanderer, particularly when it comes to my incestuous interests. I feel twinge in cock reading new note, and it is not the good kind!

"HOT!!! HOT to her or you, baby girl? Does Daddy need to get home now?"

The fact he is not gay, while suiting original intent now feels more than a bit threatening. Men are jealous of age too, even though society is far kinder to older men than women.

Need quick validation, so delve into taboo depths.

"Tell Daddy who makes my baby girl's mouth water, and her thighs nice and slick?"

Fucking filthy, but we are so far over the line who cares, maybe my daughter is a whore, but she seems to want to be MY whore, and I am good with that. Time is nearing where teasing becomes action, I think we both feel it.

"Of course Baby Girl, I always imagine its you, but maybe I won‘t go out, better to close my eyes and picture you Baby girl, than try to fake my way through another boring dinner. Yet… I am hungry … hmmm!"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi

MacArthur? A frown comes but grinning still as Mikey gurgles and giggles, I know the name but not quite piecing it together and so it is shrugged away and there you go. Off with the kiddo while I hunt wine and glasses, popcorn popping and always extra buttery to which I sprinkle on more butter in this nifty little shaker they came out with. Not sure this is popcorn anymore, come to think of it? It looks like someone popped some butter.. Chuckling all the way to the living room I sat where I wanted, amused you would suggest sharing and sitting closer when I glance your way. “You’re on the same couch as I am..” Shaking my head, laughter returning. You are such a goof and so sexy and funny and a DORK! Oh my god, is there no filter on that brain of yours!?

“Wedding crashers? It’s fine.” I shake my head, uncaring what we watch. “I think I saw it once, maybe? It sounds familiar.. But! Since I don’t know it by heart, it is a good choice, since my brain usually recalls everything far too clearly for my own good, this will be perfect.” I scoot a little and lounge further out on the three-seater couch, my feet tucking in quite near your thigh as the movie is started up on the big screen. Well, I call it a big screen its over eighty-five inches. It is relatively large for the front room.

Near choking on my popcorn I throw one at you, “kinky!?” squawks a little, “You wish!” laughter easily coming all over again. I forget for a moment that I am not a kid anymore, I shouldn’t be saying stuff like this but it is so second nature. “Wrong career huh?” again another round of chuckles. I am sure you’d make a fucking fortune as a gigalo.. And I can’t help myself! Just, wow Brandi! Can’t even STOP thinking about you naked, for like ten minutes! And I said my husband was bad, jesus! “Just start the movie..” growls playfully, a scolding tone that loses all harshness with the laughter. “You have no idea the movies I’ve seen and Wedding Crashers is almost Disney..” Opening scene begins and I grab another handful of popcorn before pushing the bowl your way.

Lights dim, you are laughing at the funny parts, groaning at the cheesy ones and your eyes seem to ignite whenever the lead actress comes sauntering into screen. You really do have a thing for older women! Jesus.. It’s noticeable big time, judging from the semi bulge in those shorts and your subtle shifting of manhood within. I glance away any time your head starts to turn my way, pretending to be interested in the movie.. Yeah, I am not even following this thing, and the popcorn is suddenly too dry to swallow but I got wine! Another glass almost downed in one go, so much for savoring! This is why my husband did what he did, I’d be anything on it. These younger generations, so full of energy and gusto for everything, like overzealous puppies but thank God adult and full grown! Head down to the arm of the couch, I try harder to follow the movie and not my company’s movements.



Kelly Ann

The devilish grin spreading across her face is one of all-knowing manipulation played so sweetly that Dad didn’t even stall or stumble but went right into her trap. His jealousy was sexy to her in her young age. Possessive Daddy made her panties soak through every time! All she had to do was hint at a want, or need.. just admire a boy when Daddy’s around and he was all growly and possessive like a fucking stag in mating season!

< Why would I want a boy when I can have a man, Daddy? > hitting send, the smile just grows even more. He is so damned sexy, if he called her, she would hear him growling right now. She’d bet on that, not that she gambled or anything.

< Only you daddy.. Night Daddy! > A few kisses emojis and a wink before she put her phone down and fell back into bed to sleep.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

Taking to my new best friend, “Okay, old school WW II quote lands flat, but I got a million lines, everybody lays egg occasionally. Just get another at bat, just keep swinging, little man, can't hit home runs if you don't take the big cut!" Mikey just looks at me, big grin, eyes dancing, and I give him strawberry. "You are right, you're not gonna need lines, just flash them dimples and have the ladies leave their panties on the dresser as they walk in!" A giggle, those dimples, match mine, I could be his Daddy, other than I’m not, but my man and I connect!

Not a peep, and he goes down, and I go downstairs, sitting down, tapping fingers on sofa, as you sit down. "Yes, same couch, but you're way over there, and I'm way over here, how we both going to indulge in that buttery goodness?" Sliding a bit toward you, sticking my big mitt in, and feeling the butter ooze around my fingers, as I eat it up. "You do like butter don't you? I wonder how else we might use it for our …. Enjoyment? Makes everything taste better and more slippery too." It is delicious, so good tasting, so bad for you, and I love that you don't give a fuck!

Last kernal of initial handful, and look down at hands, butter everywhere, and I look at you. "I see what you did, you're tricky ..." I wait for your to look at me, "... you didn't do this only cause it tastes good, you did this for evidence, of exactly where I put my hands!" You throw kernal, laughing at my Kinky comment, "Maybe wrong career, but we'll see." We are always smiling, teasing, the chemistry is great.

Movie starts, and I marvel, "This is like being in a movie theatre, don't tell my ya’ll ever watch porn in here, it would kind of be terrifying wouldn't it?" Laughing, "Like being swallowed alive! Hmmm, would that be a dream or a nightmare?" Honestly not sure myself. Saying it in a false voice like a trailer to a horror flick. But it is cool, they have money, real money, and this is their life, it is a nice life. Finally I don't joke, only look at you, "This is nice, it is nice to be a part of." Settling in to enjoy a true night at the cinema.

Smiling, look back to screen to watch Vince Vaughn ask Owen Wilson if he motor boated the mother's breasts, 'You motor boating son of a bitch!" when she flashed them to him. Waiting for a few seconds laughter calming as scene slows to conversation on porch and casually turning, slight smirk on face, "Do you enjoy boating, I always have?"

I feel your eyes on me, looking away if I look over, our own little cat and mouse, totally innocent really, but fun. I feel your legs against mine, as you put your head down, I'm sue you're about out for the count. I'd offer my shoulder, my chest, but even I won't go there, only can think about it, and like the thought. Sure enough, it isn't long, and movie draws to a close.

You sleep so peacefully, I don't have the hear to wake, instead picking up afghan and gently draping it over you. As I do, leaning in, "Good night Sexy, dream wicked!" I hesitate, and then kiss your forehead, lovingly, I like you, a lot! Lowering lights as I leave. Walking through kitchen to stairway, I see the light in in Kelly's place, momentarily stopping, considering and realizing what a really bad idea that would be, blowing her a kiss good night too.

Checking in on Michael, he is on his tummy, little butt up in air, “sweetest dreams, slugger”. Ten minutes later, I am in bed, just as sound asleep as he is!

Michael

Not gonna do it, this has been fun, awesome, but last text will not be sexual, "Good night Kitten, can’t wait to see you."

Next call is to my date for the evening, changed mind and need release. "Lizzy, not really up for going out are you? ... I was thinking your room ... Now that sounds good, very good! We'll order room service." I can’t help but laugh, at her response.

“Oh you don’t think we’ll need that.. “. The woman loves oral, giving and receiving, pure protein, combined with the refrigerated bar in room, maybe a Toblerone, we’ll be fine.. I can afford to skip a meal of the traditional variety, dining at the Y will be perfect!

Quick sponge bath of the boys, a splash of cologne in strategic locations and ten minutes later I knock on the door to have my young secretary open the door in scanty lingerie…

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann

Sneaking up behind you was becoming quite a fun pass time, especially when said stealthy motions make you jump a bit. Pressing to that broad frame at side, peering out the window where Brandi is sunbathing in a little, little bikini.

“Haven’t seen mom wear a bikini in over a year..” a whimsical tone of voice and devilish smile, as she has caught you seemingly staring out at her reclined mother. “She is pretty hot for a mom, isn’t she?” Eyes leave her mother and turn to your profile, “Good morning, Rick.” Teases, moving around you to push down some wheat toast before turning back to window and pushing butt to the counter. Mikey isn’t too far away, picking up scrambled eggs and stuffing his mouth as fast as his little fingers can take it in.

Were you watching her mother? It looked like it, sure did jump quickly, guiltily. Doubting it was imagined, she moves to fetch out butter for her toast and a cold brew coffee in the fridge. Listening as you recover from the shock of her sneaking in on you, pressing her young lithe body to your own and the wicked glint in her eye as you turn from the window to see to Mikey and eyes meet. She is up to something and is making no effort what so ever to hide it.

“My father has had a slew of mistresses in the past year.. I know, it’s information you don’t want to know or hear, right?” Nodding as the toast pops up and she takes to buttering it. “Just letting you know she’s a little lonely..” more than lonely, and doesn’t even see it! Her mother’s vibrancy is buried deeper and deeper, and for what? A man who can’t handle marks of a woman baring children? A man who refused birth control options, dismissing it as anti-Christian. Yet, what is adultery considered? Morals are something other people afford, not this household. Not with her thoughts of stuffing her father’s thick cock up her cunt while chewing her bread, staring at you and wondering how you’d feel inside her horny little ass, balls deep? Of course, if mom fucks you.. well then..



Outside:

“You’ve got to be kidding me..” tablet in hand, the swatches presented by Mrs. Dorris are more awful than any 70’s porn site setting. “What is she thinking!?” shaking my head, sliding through all the options this woman wants to ‘make work’ in her living room. “She’s obviously color blind!” Or has the worst taste in color schemes imaginable. Writing a note down with stencil pen on my ipad, I make notes of colors to counter offer with in place of. Because HELL NO! My name is not going on anything with this spring break inspired barf pallet!

“WHAT!?” screeches rather loudly, “Unbelievable!” hands throw in the air, tablet set to the table as iced tea is retrieved. I need five. Maybe ten! This is awful! Who mixes Hawaiian flowers with out of fucking Africa animal prints?! AND WHY! God, why? “Why God, tell me please? Why?” Looking to the sky as if he is real and he is going to answer my prayers! Mrs. Dorris needs Target or K-mart, not me. Not this. No way. Sipping the cool drink, mind is full engrossed on the job ahead and how to unfuck this barf riddled mess.



Back in the kitchen:

Kelly is chuckling as her mother’s perturbed voice breaks through the closed doors and windows. “Must be a horror story of a job for my mother to invoke a being she does not believe in..” Biting into the toast, watching you move around the small breakfast nook. “Mikey likes you..” Smiling a bit wider, class is soon and she cannot linger very much longer here with you and her brother but it is sorely tempting to skip classes today for some more of you. After last night’s texts, she is feeling the need and two more days is awhile to wait to itch the twitch.. Perhaps you’re game, when you can stop checking out her mother. Though dad did want the new manny to occupy her mother. So how do you go about suggesting he pork her mom?

“You into older women? Just curious..” Lying smoothly and both know it, she is up to something and it’s dancing about in her blue-eyed gaze. Her father’s eyes, her mother’s face, she is sex on two legs and uses it openly to achieve her wants.. including you and her suggestions for maybe some fun time with her mom? Maybe?