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Mrs. T Babysits Me (MF)

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Category: Male-Female
Author: Masturbation Man
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I was 15 years old, and my sister 10, when my parents went on a trip to the Bahamas during the winter. My dad had won some kind of sales award, and I remember them being very excited to "get away". Usually my Aunt Sarah would stay with us (she used to baby sit for us), but she couldn't for some reason so my dad arranged to have a friend of the family come and live with me and Mary (my sister) for the week. Mrs. Trumbull was a nice enough lady and was always OK to be around, and even though she was divorced and didn't have any kids she reminded me of all my friends moms. An older gal, I guess about 45ish, with graying hair and pretty heavyset. Like I said, very "mom-like".

Anyway, my parents went on their way and Mrs. T was at the house. The first few nights were kinda boring; home from school, getting homework done, doing dishes, showering, TV and bed (of course every night before I went to sleep I would masturbate looking at my stash of Hustler magazines I had gotten from my cousin Phil).

On Friday night my sister was invited over to a friend's house for a sleepover so it was just Mrs. T and I. I noticed during dinner that she was drinking wine, which wasn't too unusual but I also noticed as I was helping her with the dishes that 1/2 the bottle on the counter was empty, and she was very chatty and laughing a lot. I didn't think much of it and went to my room to put on my pajamas. On my way back out to the living room to watch TV I noticed that my parents bedroom door across the hallway was open (Mrs. T. was sleeping in there) and the light was on. As I stepped into the hallway I saw Mrs. T. on the far side of the bedroom, with her back to me, stepping out of her skirt! I couldn't believe it. Her blouse was already removed, and as I stood there momentarily I was entranced by my first site EVER of a woman in her underwear. She had on a girdle/brief (tan) that was very snug and a matching tan bra. As she bent over to pick up her skirt and blouse, and then turned sideways to place them in the clothes hamper by the bed, I got a complete profile of her. Her breasts were quite large, and while she was heavy, she was by no means fat. I quietly eased back into my bedroom enough so she couldn't see me, but if I looked around the corner I would be able to see her. I waited a minute and peeked - what I saw was astonishing for a 15 yr old boy. She was facing the door, holding her pajama top, and her bra was removed. Her breasts were gorgeous (although they sagged a bit) with large areolas. I jumped back into my room and closed the door. I was hard, and I placed my hand inside my pajama bottoms and began to stroke myself. Not wanting to come (and have to clean up my mess) I sat on my bed reading Sports Illustrated for a few minutes and then decided to go watch TV. As I left my room, I instantly noticed the bedroom light across the hall was off and Mrs. T. had gone to another part of the house.

I plopped onto the couch with the remote and began to channel surf. About 10 minutes later Mrs. T. came in and sat next to me. She told me she had put on the last load of laundry for the day and she just wanted to relax with me. I noticed she had another glass of wine in her hands and had a glow in her face. The wine was definitely having an effect on her.

As I cruised through the channels I came upon a travel show that was featuring famous beaches around the world, and showed plenty of bikini-clad girls. Normally if I was watching by myself I would have stayed glued to this channel, but with Mrs. T. there I decided to keep surfing. I was VERY surprised when she said, "Wait! Put that back. I've been to that resort. "

I returned to the channel and Mrs. T. began telling me the story about this particular resort in Jamaica she had been to with some friends. She described the food, the nightlife, the beautiful scenery, etc. She then said, "You would love it there, Tom, there are LOTS of pretty girls. You're at about that age where you're really getting into girls, right?"

I was taken aback a little, and stammered something like, "Yeah". Mrs. T. , obviously a bit loose-lipped at this point said, "Aw come on, don't be so uptight. It's OK to admit you like girls. I was your age once. I know guys in high school are always looking at girls 'that way'. You all have one thing on your mind, and it's not baseball. " With that she giggled and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Listen, " she said. "It's perfectly normal for boys to think about sex a lot. I saw you looking at me before when I was getting changed. And it's ok. "

Oh god! She caught me. In my mind I was starting to freak out. She KNEW I was watching her. What if she told my parents? I'd be dead meat. So I started to try to weasel my way out of it.

"Mrs. T. , I wasn't watching you, really. I was just coming out of my bedroom and the door was open and I looked in. . . "

She said, "Tom, it's OK. Really. It's no big deal. It's normal for boys your age to want to see women without their clothes on. And I know about your magazines. " She was smiling at me, and I was blushing.

"My magazines?" I pretended I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Yes, the magazines you keep under your bed. I found them when I was vacuuming yesterday. Don't worry; I'm not going to tell your folks. I'm sure your dad wouldn't be surprised, but your mom would probably be upset. "

I had no comeback. I was nabbed. There was nothing I could say. I just sat there for a minute with my head down, continuing to blush like there was no tomorrow.

"Do you like looking at those magazines?" Her question shook me out of my state of denial and shock.

"Well, yeah I do. The girls are really pretty. I know some of the stuff is sick, but some of it's funny and, well, its fun to look at. "

Her next question floored me. "Do you masturbate when you read them?" I couldn't believe it; a woman old enough to be my mother asking me if I masturbated while looking at dirty magazines. What should I tell her, no? She obviously had it all figured out anyway.

"Yeah, sometimes I do. When I look at the pictures I get kinda, um, excited, " I told her.

"That's normal, too hon. Don't be upset. What we're talking about if perfectly normal, everyone has these feelings and LOTS of people masturbate, even though they don't talk about it. Tell you what, if you can keep a secret I'll tell you something. "

"OK, " I managed to whisper.

"I masturbated last night after you went to bed, " she told me.

My mind was in overdrive at this point, between shock, nervousness and pure excitement. Only in my fantasies did a woman, or anyone, talk to me about sex and masturbation. And here was Mrs. T. , talking to me like she was chatting about the weather.

"I do it a lot, hon. It's no big deal. It feels good, and it doesn't hurt anyone so it's really not a problem. I think too many people have a hang-up about it, but in my mind it's perfectly healthy. Hey, I have an idea. " She grabbed the remote from me and clicked off the TV. As she removed it from my hand she stared momentarily at the crotch of my pajamas, which at this point had become tented. I quickly put my hands there in an attempt to hide my erection.

"Have you ever seen a woman without her clothes on, for real? Not in a magazine?"

Oh shit. Where was this leading to? Was she. . . ?

"Um, no Mrs. T. I think about girls I'd like to see naked, but I never have for real. I saw my friends sister in her underwear last summer but that was it. "

She laughed as I told her that. "Well, I'm sure even that was exciting for you. Tell you what, if you'd like I will let you see ME naked. Is that something you would like? Of course it would have to be our secret. " She took another swig of wine, draining the glass.

I stammered, "Well, um if you um think it would be, um ok, I guess that would be, um. . . "

"Don't worry hon. It's nothing to be nervous about. If you're afraid we'll just forget it. . . "

"NO!" I said, "I'm not nervous, really. "

"OK, then. How about if you feel comfortable when I take off my pajamas that if you feel like masturbating you can do that too. Only if your comfortable though. That's something I would like to see. " She gave me a rather wicked, slightly drunk and very come-hither smile as she said this to me.

For the moment no more words were spoken. She stood in front of me and slowly removed her pajama bottoms. It was a pajama set, fleece, they actually looked like men's pajamas but were a bit frillier and were pale yellow. I immediately noticed that she had on panties, but a different pair from before. NOT a girdle, more like briefs with a lacy waistband, and they appeared to be cotton. She went right to work unbuttoning her top, and in less than a minute it was off, and she was standing right in front of me in nothing but her panties. Her breasts were fabulous (36C I found out later that week when I checked one of her bras. . . ). I began to slowly rub my cock through my pjs, and Mrs. T. smiled and said in a very soft voice, "That's it hon. You like looking at me, don't you?"

I only shook my head, and she hooked her thumbs into her panties and swiftly pulled them down her legs. No more than a foot from my face was the first vagina I ever saw. A full thatch of black pubic hair covered the area, and I couldn't see much, but I could smell her scent, which was obviously new to me. She looked down at me, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well?"

My breathing was getting rapid at this point, and it took me a moment to get out, "You are beautiful!"

"Are you excited now, Tom? Do you feel like masturbating for me?"

No power, no force in the world at that moment could have kept my pajamas on. I didn't even remember taking them off. Next thing I knew I was completely naked on the couch, my legs jutting out and my back pressed against the cushions, and I was stroking my cock. At first I went too fast, and was on the verge of coming in seconds, and I had to slow down to make the experience last. As I slowed down, Mrs. T. sat beside me. She began to whisper things like, "Tom, you are SO handsome. Your body is so strong, and your penis is beautiful. Show me how you like to play with it. " And so on. Her thigh was pressed against mine, and after a moment of her "dirty talk" she leaned back, put her hand between her legs and began to rub herself. As she did I stopped what I was doing and sat up to watch. I had a front row seat to Mrs. T. masturbating! She was quickly rubbing her slit, and her lips were open for me to see. She concentrated on what I later found out to be her clit, and her groans and sighs brought her to climax in a matter of minutes. After she came she looked at me, her face flushed and her eyes a bit glazed, and said, "Oh Tom that felt SO good".

I laid back and began to stroke myself again. As I did so, I realized Mrs. T. was snuggling even closer to me. Her head found it's way to my chest, and her breast was pressed against my arm. The feelings overcoming me were indescribable. And then it happened; Mrs. T. nudged my arm away and took my cock in her hand, gently at first, just holding it and fondling it. She then began to stroke it like an expert, to the point where I couldn't hold back any longer. As I began to come, she sat upright and leaned forward, and pressed my cock between her tits, and she looked back at me and smiled. I came in torrents - 5 or 6 long milky ropes of come that saturated her tits and ran down to her stomach and thighs, and several more minor eruptions that gurgled onto her hands. She continued stroking me until my orgasm subsided. It was the best orgasm of my life; I haven't experienced a better one yet.

She quickly went to the bathroom and brought back a warm washcloth and towel to clean us up. She then gave me a very long, sensuous French-kiss (also the first I ever experienced) and told me she was going to shower. While she was gone I was overcome with many emotions (as you can imagine), including being scared-shitless that someone would find out. She came out later, dressed in new pjs, and told me she was going to bed. She came over and gave me a hug and whispered thanks in my ear.

The next morning I was dreading the breakfast table, but Mrs. T. was VERY cool about the whole thing. She talked freely again about masturbation being ok, and that I shouldn't be ashamed of it. But she did make sure that she was very clear (and somewhat stern) about the fact that NO ONE should ever find out about what we had done the night before. I swore to her I wouldn't tell anyone, and never did.

For the rest of the week things were just a bit uncomfortable, especially when my little sister was around. But about 6 months later SHE caught me masturbating, and that's a different story I'll tell at another time.