Babysitters Erotica Collection(106)

It turned out Ashley, for a nineteen-year-old, was a total bombshell. The second I opened the front door and saw her face, I immediately knew there was going to be trouble. The girl was gorgeous. She was glowing and radiant all over, kind of like how you imagined the face of an angel would be. Ashley was blond like me, but whereas my eyes were brown, hers was this light shade of blue that reminded you of clear blue skies. She had a heart-shaped face and small slightly pouty lips that were naturally pink. Ashley was small but not frail looking. I let my eyes travel down her body, and I saw more trouble ahead. The babysitter’s body was hot. She had a perfect hourglass figure, which was likely due to her tiny waist. Her hips and ass weren’t too wide and big, respectively. Her breasts were on the small side although they were erect and as round as oranges. I had to admit the outline of her breasts were one of the best I’ve seen.

I’m too old to be having body issues, but I admit I am envious of Ashley for her youth. It’s not so much her looks but the vitality and youthfulness that emerged from her every pore. She looked so young. If Taylor had been a few years older, I am sure the tyke would have fallen in love with his babysitter right there and then.

As to whether Fred found Ashley sizzling hot, I don’t really know. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read between the lines, though, because even I found myself quite attracted to Ashley, and I’m a girl, for Pete’s sake. Fred went on his way as if nothing struck him strange in particular. He and Ashley were polite and made small talk when chance permitted, yet I sensed a kind of growing sexual tension between the two. I ignored my guts and told myself I am getting paranoid. Ashley is a teenager, and my husband is in his late thirties already. No way would he pick on someone who could pass of as his younger sister.

Oh, I was badly mistaken. Things took a turn for the worse when I accidentally stumbled upon Fred and Ashley one sunny afternoon.

I had been feeling unwell that day. My head had been throbbing lazily, and when my boss noticed how lousy I felt, he told me to pack my things up and spend the rest of the afternoon at home. I was grateful and told him so. I got my things and drove back home, struggling with the monster headache that was beginning to claw itself out from the black hole it has been buried in.

Turning into the driveway, I didn’t see Fred’s car anywhere, which was how it should be. I knew Ashley was around because she was scheduled to babysit Taylor today. I shut the engine off and went toward the back door, which was closer to the kitchen, and thought of asking Ashley to prepare some lemonade for us while I nursed my headache.

Since it was afternoon, I figured Taylor must be fast asleep. I didn’t want to wake him up, so I opened the door out back as silently as I could. Taylor’s room was miles away from the kitchen, but the house had a way of amplifying sounds from miles off. I couldn’t be too careful.

Shutting the door gently behind me, I silently made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water. I was halfway there when I heard soft moaning sounds coming from the living room. I froze, puzzled. What was that? I stood where I was and strained my ears all the better to hear those moaning sounds with. At first there was nothing. Then they came again, slightly louder than before.

I frowned. Those moans didn’t sound good. Maybe Ashley was watching a porn flick or something. I’m not okay with people who do, but I don’t judge. If Ashley has a thing for watching porn, fine. Still, I didn’t like the idea of her doing it with Taylor only several steps away. My son could wake up, walk into the living room, and see the images on the screen. What would Ashley say then, and how would she explain the whole thing to Taylor?

I decided to give Ashley a crash course on the basics of babysitting. I strode toward the living room expecting to see Ashley sitting comfortably on the couch while she had a skin flick on. But that wasn’t what greeted my eyes when I set foot into the living room.

Ashley was on the couch, all right, but she was doing more than sit comfortably on the couch. She was lying down on it, and there was someone on top of her grunting and thrusting away.

It was Fred, my husband.

I froze in my tracks for the second time. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How could Fred be home already? Didn’t I not see his car when I drove into the driveway? And how come-

Then my thoughts were broken apart as the reality of what I was seeing sank in. My eyes grew wide and I retreated back into the safety of the kitchen. I was wearing socks, so my footsteps were muffled. My breathing was far from muffled, though. I found I was panting heavily, like someone had just delivered a bone-breaking blow into my stomach.