Taboo Times Ten(29)

To this day, she still had no idea I was doing them both.

I'd also done mutual oral sex with at least five of the good-looking 30-something mothers, two of them usually at the same time. They'd had that secret little next-door lesbian thing going on, and they'd eagerly invited me into it one afternoon.

“Laura Ann, we need to show you something,” one of them said to me, nervously, to which I'd smiled brightly. “In the bedroom.”

The drapes were all closed, her husband and kids weren't home, and she was in a gauzy see-through wrap with a push-up bra, a garter belt and nylons in the middle of the day. I could also see the other mom through the half-open bedroom doorway, naked from the waist down on the bed and pleasuring herself with a big plug-in massager pressed against her cunt.

I realized something good was going on.

“We'll pay you double the regular babysitter rate, but it's a big secret. So you have to promise you'll never tell…”

“I promise,” I said, biting at my lower lip.

“You can just watch, if you want,” she added, seeing where my pale blue eyes were looking. “It's up to you.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I want to do it, too.”

I was an innocent-looking little 12-year-old at the time, but somehow they knew I'd already developed an insatiable taste for pussy. I'd then shown them they weren't wrong, even licking into their hot assholes once we all got going.

Fun, fun, fun.

As for my babysitting, starting three years earlier, I'd used it as an opportunity for sexual adventures, teaching the children I watched everything they wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask.

Or didn't even know to ask.

“I'm sorry I peed in your mouth,” one little 7-year-old boy said to me, almost in tears at his offense. “It felt too good to stop.”

“It wasn't pee, Alan,” I told him, my fingers gently holding his stiff little cock. “It's called cum. I wanted you to squirt it into my mouth.”

“Oh. Okay.”

It was around 10:00 p.m. and I'd earlier put his younger sister and older brother to bed, sneaking Alan back out into the family room when it was obvious the other two had fallen asleep.

I'd taken his pajamas down, both of us on the couch, and I'd sucked his skinny little dick for a very long time. A young boy's first ejaculation was a lengthy process, but both of us loved every second of it. At his age, there was no actual sperm in his cum but that just meant it tasted a lot better.

And was mostly clear instead of white.

“So it felt too good to stop?” I asked, after, knowing it well.

“It made me all shaky,” he said earnestly. “And so much came out.”

“It really did,” I told him. “That's why I sucked you so long-I knew you'd come a lot, that I could swallow. It was fun for me, too.”

“Good.”

Throughout it all, he'd sat back watching me in wide-eyed amazement as I'd given him his first blow job. I'd even licked his tiny hairless balls all over, sucking them gently into my mouth, my very experienced hand jacking him off the entire time.

“Does it still feel good?” I'd asked him, repeatedly, sucking the smooth unblemished head of his little penis wetly in and out of my mouth. I'd learned that felt even better to most boys than sucking the entire shaft. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Laura Ann,” he'd said. “I never felt anything like this before.”

When he finally ejaculated, after several false starts with his rigid little erection jerking in my mouth (as if signaling to me he was ready), his clear sweet-tasting cum filled my mouth to almost overflowing.

It spurted out in short erratic jets, one after the other.

“Ohhh, Laura Ann!” he gasped, his 7-year-old muscles going taut. “My boner's squirting!”

I'd taught him that word, boner, and had him sitting with his bare ass on my free hand, his narrow buttocks tightening up when he came. My fingertips were lightly touching his puckered asshole, more like teasing at it, but I wasn't about to startle him by sticking a finger all the way up his butt.

Not yet, at least.

His small cock filled my mouth with warm liquid as quickly as I swallowed it, the boy trembling uncontrollably as it did so. I was wildly trembling as well, so insanely excited at the perverted act I was performing that my heartbeat was pounding away loudly in my ears.

My cunt was dripping wet, filling my panties with moisture, and I knew it would take very little attention down there for me to come as well.

“Alan, your boner's getting soft now,” I told him, after I sat back up. “Do you want me to make it hard again for you?”

He looked to me, then smiled widely.

“Sure.”

But then I had another thought, an even better one.