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Kate Bolton has been working as a nanny for 5 years. It was a great job that grew from her babysitting business when she was 16. She was now 21 and finishing up college. The Jones' have been by far the nicest family she had ever worked for. They were a young couple with a small son, Tommy, who was the cutest and most well behaved child she had ever looked after.

Last week, when the family was on vacation, there was a burglary. TVs, computers and other valuables were stolen. The Jones' reassured Kate that she wasn't to blame and that extra security would be installed. They were very well off, so Kate assumed that extra security alarm system was what they had in mind.


It was just a lazy Wednesday afternoon and Kate was doing some homework at the kitchen table. Tommy was down for a nap and nothing was out of the ordinary.
 
Mark Jones and his wife Kelly had been frankly frightened by the break in. It wasn't like the stuff couldn't be replaced...Kelly was a sales rep for a major pharmaceuticals company, and Mark was a surgeon at the local hospital. The idea that someone could come into their home so easily was bothersome, particularly with Tommy to care for.

The background check on Kate, the nanny, had turned up nothing, for which they had been grateful. Kate was wonderful with their son and seemed very trustworthy and devoted to him. And it was good that she was. Kelly travelled often and Mark sometimes worked long hours at the hospital, making a live-in nanny a necessity.

Blonde, tall, thin Kelly had set off another 4 day pharmaceuticals trip just last night, and this afternoon Mark was prepared to head into the hospital for a pair of procedures.

Coming through the kitchen, Mark saw Kate sitting at the table. Brushing his black hair back with one hand, he grabbed bottle of water from the fridge. "What're you studying this time, Kate?" He smiled at her, rows of teeth white as modern dentistry could make them, in a deeply tanned face.
 
Kate looked up at Mr. Jones as he addressed her. Her long auburn hair was in a messy bun to keep it out of her face. Pencil in hand she sighed, overwhelmed with this bit of homework.

"Oh, just statics. Nothing too crazy." She said sarcastically. How she juggled engineering as well as a full-time nanny business was beyond her. But it payed well and she loved helping out families like the Jones'.

"Off to save some lives?" She asked him, admiring how put-together he looked. Surely, all those years in medschool would've caused him to be a lot more stressed than she was.
 
Mark looked down at her. "No, not saving lives. Just a couple simple procedures. Shouldn't be more than 4 or 5 hours. Of course, then there's the paperwork Tina will make me do." He shook his head, straightening his tie by his dim reflection in the brushed aluminum refrigerator. Mark turned back to the nanny, straightening his blue shirt on his 5'11" frame. "Does this shirt look all right? I don't often have to iron my own clothes," he smiled.

Mark moved toward the kitchen doorway. "Don't forget the alarm system if you go out. Try to remember to use the front door. Everything else is set, but you have the codes if you need to go out the back or open a window for some reason." He paused, looking back. "Oh yes, the store should be delivering new TVs today. The 65" goes in the den, and the 32" ones go in the bedrooms...well, ours and yours...not Tommy's." He smiled at his own little joke. "Can you handle that? They'll show ID when they show up. You comfortable with that?"
 
Kate smiled up at him as he asked her about his shirt. "Yeah, the shirt looks great! You know, if you want me to iron, I only charge five bucks a shirt. Ten for pants." She joked, knowing that if he asked her she would gladly do it for free.

Kate listened politely as he told her everything about the alarms. His wife had given her the same instructions before she left for her business trip, but she got this all the time with parents and she didn't mind the redundancy. "Gotcha. I'll make sure to do that."

Kate was excited to find out that they will finally be getting new tvs. She had been having to watch all of her shows on her tiny laptop for a week now. "Awesome thanks for letting me know. And of course I can handle that." She reassured him.
 
Mark smiled. "Excellent. Be nice to have a new tv in the house. Tablets just aren't the same." Looking down he checked his wristwatch. "Mmm, I've got to go. You be sure to call if there are any problems, ok? And I'll check in on you when I get the chance."

He started out. "Have a good day, Kate, and give Tommy a kiss for me when he wakes from his nap." Mark raised a hand in farewell, taking a last look at the live-in nanny. She was young, and pretty, and he almost hated to leave her alone in the house, but they needed someone to take care of Tommy. Maybe the next nanny should be an ex-Marine, but until then, Kate is what they had. At least she was easy on the eyes.

Whistling, he walked out to his SUV, got in and started it. Just to make sure, he took out his cell phone and pulled up the home security app. Quickly, he cycled through all the rooms that they had placed cameras in...all the public spaces and Tommy's room. That seemed good enough without being invasive. His attempt to lighten the mood after the robbery by suggesting to Kelly that they put one in their bedroom "for fun" met with a chilly reception. "Too soon", he told himself.

Satisfied by the camera feeds, he closed out the app and started for the hospital and a profitable day of cutting people open.
 
"I will, Mr. Jones. Have fun at work!" Kate called to him as he left. She returned to her homework. And like clockwork at 1:30 Tommy started crying, ready for his lunch. She went into his room, kissed him on the cheek and picked him up out of his crib.

"Hello, handsome! Are you hungry?" He was getting bigger and pretty soon he'd be able to walk. But right now she still had to carry him around. She changed his diaper and then took him to his high chair to eat.

Later in the afternoon, the delivery guys arrived. She followed Mr. Jones' instructions and they went to work installing the tvs. After they left she went into the living room and sat on the large couch, turning on the tv and finding one of her shows on one of the channels.
 
Following his first surgery, Mark went to the doctor's lounge to have some coffee and unwind. He pulled out his phone again and checked the home cams. Everything looked good, with nothing out of the ordinary to be seen. Then he backed up. Actually, there was something new. In the living room, there sat Kate, with Tommy on her lap, watching TV. So, the TVs had been delivered and there were no problems. That was good news.

He cycled through the rest of the rooms, seeing everything looking fine. Mark set the app to cycle through the rooms one by one, and propped it up so he could see it as he drank his coffee and perused the latest issue of Surgical Journal. After a while, he realized he had to go and get ready for surgery, so he shut off the app and headed down the hall to earn his living.
 
Tommy had fallen asleep in her arms, like he always did around 4:30. She took him back to his room and set up the monitor so she could keep an eye on him while she went back into the living room.

The new TVs came with a casting option. Kate had an idea. She mischievously pulled out her tablet like she did every day at this time and pulled up a new x-rated film she had torrented. Casting it onto the big screen she put her tablet down and got comfortable.

She usually did this in the privacy of her room. For some reason the thrill of being so out in the open on someone else's couch watch erotic movies on a big screen tv filled her with new-founded excitement. Kate had made sure the alarms were on, and the doors were locked so it wasn't like anyone could walk in. Committed, she started the movie, waiting a few more scenes before unbuttoning her pants and slipping them off.

She lounged on this couch, and her hand slipped into her panties. Her fingers lightly exploring as she waited for a good scene to really get her going. Biting her lip, she felt so dirty touching herself on a couch where Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones would watch tv together. Her other hand lightly caressed her breast, making her nipples harden and visible through her bra and t-shirt.
 
Mark stretched as he walked down the hospital corridor. If only all of his surgeries were so easy. Mr. Thompkin's hernia was fixed, he would get good as new after the healing process. He briefly debated with himself...head home and do his reports later or be a good and dedicated doctor and do the reports before he left the hospital. With a wry smile at his own internal dialogue, he turned into the doctor's lounge and dropped into a chair at the corner table. He never took work home if he could help it.

There were only two nurses present, having coffee, and one fellow physician across the room doing his own paperwork as Mark laid out his papers and retrieved the silver pen Kelly had given him last Christmas. Almost as an afterthought, he took out his phone and opened the home security app. Setting the app to cycle through the cameras, he placed it so he could see it, and started on his paperwork.

Midway through the first page, something caught Mark's eye and he turned toward the phone. Frowning, he scrolled back. There, in the living room, was Kate and she was...what was...? No pants and her hand was in her panties...and her other hand squeezing those nicely formed breasts of hers he'd secretly admired. The camera angle took in the tv...for safety...and she was watching...porn? He could vaguely make out a woman getting humped doggie style on the tv as his nanny masturbated to it.

Mark's cock swelled in his scrubs before he had another thought. Cycliing through the cameras he found Tommy, asleep in his bed. Seeing his child safe, he released the tension he'd held in his shoulders. Mark returned to the living room camera, watching Kate's hand moving in her panties and the way she was moving on the sofa, squeezing her breast as she pleasured herself. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
 
Things were getting more intense, both on the tv and on the couch. Kate's fingers were circling her clit slowly, loving the feeling that was filling her body. She bit her bottom lip as she pinched her nipple though her shirt, a sharp, but good pain shooting through her. As the girl on the screen was getting it from behind, her mind imagined herself in that position, being fucked by the first man that came to her thoughts, Mr. Jones.

She imagined his tanned, muscular body locked in the throws of pleasure as he rammed into her small and wanting body over and over again. Her hips started moving in rhythm as her fingers began to move faster towards the impending orgasm.
 
Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes flicked from his phone to the others in the room. With no sound coming from the video-only security system, there was little to give him away and no one was looking in his direction. Turning his attention back to the phone, he watched as Kate's hands moved, one in her panties, one on her ample breasts. For a brief moment, he wished she'd taken her shirt off, along with her pants, but that thought faded as he watched.

What was she doing? Tommy was safe in bed, so the time was effectively hers, but masturbating to porn in his living room? How often did she do it? Was this a daily thing? His mind whirled.
 
Kate bit her lip as she brought herself to orgasm, her chest heaving from the sudden intensity. It was over as fast as it approached and she just laid there, enjoying the high of the climax. Pulling her hand out of her panties and her shirt she rested for a few minutes, considering on taking a nap. When almost on cue, she heard a small cry from the baby monitor.

"Shit, seriously?" She said under her breath. This baby was adorable, but barely gave her time to herself. She turned off the tv, making sure to stop casting the porn and went to the sink in the kitchen to wash her hands before going to check on Tommy.
 
Mark stared at what must be Kate climaxing there on the sofa. He continued to watch as she rested, laying there, he could see her panting. Unable to look away, he stared until Kate's head whipped around, in the direction of the baby monitor, he realized. Quickly shifting cameras, he went to Tommy's room, to see hem awake and apparently fussing.

Switching back to the living room, he saw Kate rush to the kitchen. To clean up, he supposed. For a second he was surprised she didn't put her pants back on, then realized that Tommy wouldn't realize and wouldn't care and no one else was home.

Mark changed the view back to Tommy's room to see Kate pick him up, cuddling him, before switching off the feed entirely. Sitting there, stunned, he tried to process. He started to get up to go home, but then realized he was sporting quite the erection in his scrubs. That just wouldn't do. Sitting there gave him more time to consider what his response should be, and he puzzled over it.
 
Kate was feeding Tommy his dinner in the kitchen when she looks at the clock. It was getting kinda late and she figured she should put her pants back on before Mr. Jones came home. Slipping them on and making sure Tommy had something to play with in the living room so she could keep an eye on him, she turned the tv back on and found a tv show to watch while she waited.
 
Eventually, Mark's hardon subsided and he went to the locker room, changing back into his street clothes. He tried hard not to think about what he'd seen on the home security cameras, as a renewed erection in the locker room would be a less than ideal thing.

On the drive home, he considered his options. He could call Kate out on her actions, but the more he thought of it, she lived there with them, and she assuredly needed some release. She wasn't currently dating and she was a young, healthy woman. And it's not like she put Tommy in any danger...she took what time she could while he was asleep. Not unlike how Kelly and he had behaved before they hired Kate. it wasn't hurting anyone, and as he saw himself, as soon as Tommy woke, she was there to care for him. So, in reality, there was no danger and his son wasn't being neglected. That made his mind up for him. At this point, there was no problem, and he'd ignore it until there was a problem.

Arriving back home, he pulled into the garage, slamming his car door and entering through the kitchen. "I'm home," he called out. Coming through to the living room, he smiled at Kate and bent to pick up Tommy, swinging him around. "And how was my boy today?" Smiling, Mark addressed the question to Tommy and Kate equally, though he couldn't resist flicking his eyes up and down her lush form. "Was Daddy's little man good today?"
 
Kate smiled as Mr. Jones arrived home and picked up Tommy. There was something she loved to see in a new father as he saw his child after a long day at work. It somehow was the best part of this job.

"He was a well-behaved gentleman. Just like his father." She said as she started putting away the last bit of homework she had finished today. She zipped up her backpack and went over to the stove where a pot was boiling.

"I made spaghetti for dinner. It's almost ready, if you want to go change first." Kate made dinner most nights, so it wasn't a big deal. They gave her grocery money and she bought everything she needed for a weeks worth of meals on Sunday.
 
"That sounds like a great idea, Kate." It was a sound idea. He wasn't sure how to deal with her quite yet, and didn't want to give away what he'd seen. Taking Tommy, Mark walked upstairs, setting the boy on their kingsized bed as he changed into more casual clothing. After changing, the played with Tommy, to kill time and keep his mind off of Kate.

After a while, they came back downstairs, to the kitchen. "That does smell good. If this nanny thing doesn't work out, you can always get a job as a chef." He smiled, then, finding his gaze drifting to her chest, turned toward the stove to taste the sauce. "Great."
 
Kate finished up the meal, taking the garlic bread out of the oven and putting them on a plate on the table. She then drained the noodles and mixed the sauce into the pot. As Mr. Jones entered the kitchen again in normal clothes and holding Tommy she turned towards her pot in hand. She smiled at his compliment, but he was acting kinda strange.

"Thanks." She laughed a little. "And no, I couldn't ever be a chef. I just cook like my dad cooked for me growing up." She said truthfully, setting the pot on a pad on the table and began to dish out servings for her and Mr. Jones, giving Tommy his supper separately.
 
"Well, it smells great, and that's why you get to do most of the cooking. Kelly and I, not the best chefs. Without you, Tommy might starve," he joked, digging into his food.

Eating did provide an excuse to not talk much, though he told Kate about his surgeries, this time keeping in mind that not everyone wanted all the gory details, particularly over a plate of spaghetti and red sauce. Mark worked very carefully to keep his eyes on his place and Tommy, for the most part.

"Say, can you take Tommy to the park tomorrow? I have an early day at the hospital."
 
Kate thanked him for his compliment and laughed at his joke. She listened to him intently as he talked about his surgeries, actually interested in what he had to say. Although, she still noticed something was off about him.

"Yeah, a trip to the park sounds good. I actually wanted to take a run tomorrow anyways." She laughed a little. "Oh wow, I get to be one of those women who jog pushing a baby stroller. That'll be a sight."
 
The image of Kate in some tight shorts or yoga pants running, pushing the Tommy's stroller rolled through Mark's mind, coupled with the memory of her with her hand thrust into her panties. He coughed a bit, feeling his penis filling again, glad for the table between them. "Yeah, probably...but he loves the park, so...."

Pointing at his plate, Mark added, 'This is really good. Have you made this particular recipe before?"
 
Kate raised an eyebrow at him. Why was he acting so strange? Had something happened with Mrs. Jones? Or at work? Was he sick? She decided to just ignore the weird behavior for now. "Yeah we'll go to the park tomorrow." She confirmed.

"Hmm...I don't know if I've made it here before. But it's how my dad used to make it when I was growing up. He pretty much raised me and taught me everything I know. I'm a daddy's girl." She smiled, unaware of how that sounded until she noticed his reaction.
 
Mark smiled when she mentioned being a daddy's girl. That was a curious choice of words, in this situation, though perhaps only in his own head. And it's not like she was that much younger than him. He was still below 40, so could only be considered old enough to be er father if he started in, say, middle school. No, it was just the mental image that put there.

Shaking his head a bit, he smiled at her. "Your dad must have been a great guy." There, nothing like talking about a woman's father to kill any sexual imagery.
 
"He's not bad." Kate smiled as she reminisced on her childhood. "You're not too bad yourself. Tommy's lucky to have you as a dad. You really love him." She said genuinely as she smiled back at him.

After they ate, Kate cleared the table and put Tommy in his play pen in front of the tv with one of his kid shows on. Sitting down on the couch she called over to Mr. Jones. It's Tommy's bedtime soon and I was going to watch a movie, if you want to join me!"
 
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