1. When The Babysitter Came Part II.


    Date: 11/1/2018, Categories: Voyeur, Author: AndreaDetroit, Source: LushStories

    “Slowly, Mr Daniels," instructed my mother after Dean sank to his knees and began licking and slobbering over her like a rabid dog. "Start with my feet and work your way up,” she instructed patiently. “Take your time and do it properly. Makes things more exciting... for both of us," she added as Dean instantly followed her guidance. I didn't know what was more erotic: watching him perform or listening to her order him what to do. "Oh yes, a little higher, that's it, don't forget the back of my thighs." I jealously watched Dean's tongue snake along her soft, smooth skin while his head constantly moved between her thighs, up and down, in and out. I so wished he was between my thighs. While the babysitter continued his journey of discovery, Mum was caressing her breasts with the bulbous end of the dildo, moaning softly. It was such a huge turn on, watching Dean in action, the way he slowly worked his way towards her sodden panties. I automatically put a hand back between my legs. "Can you smell me?" she asked huskily, unwittingly interrupting my babysitter fantasy. His tongue traced tantalisingly along the fold between thigh and groin and I could tell she was having a hard time controlling herself. Every time his mouth got anywhere near her dripping sex, she moaned in frustration. She tried grinding her pelvis in his face but Dean was a quick learner and enjoyed teasing her. Mind you, from the way Mum's facial expressions kept changing - surprise, pleasure, disappointment and ...
    back to pleasure - it was a fair bet she approved of the babysitter's technique. I know I would. As if to demonstrate his prowess, determined to heighten her state of ecstasy, he placed a hand on her mound, his fingertips just above the elasticated waistband of her panties and used his thumb to gently massage her clitoris through the fine, delicate lace. I thought it must be a testimony to her tremendous willpower that she remained standing and didn't succumb to her carnal desires, pushing him back on the couch and devouring him. But it didn't stop her begging for more. "Oh, you fucking little shit... yes, that's it... oooh yes, right there. No, don't stop!" she squealed desperately when his mouth clamped over her vulva. Her reaction was exactly what mine would have been. I imagined him doing to me what I could see him doing to her: breathing hot air over her willing sex while intermittently running his tongue between her hidden pussy lips. From my vantage point, I watched him trace his tongue along the length of her concealed opening before moving his head between her buttocks and letting his agile muscle make acquaintances with her other orifice. Then, with her erotic moaning and whimpering edging him on, he returned to the front and proceeded to lick his way to her excited clit, which he never stopped caressing. This went on for what seemed like ages before he changed position, twisting his neck so that his face was upturned and he poked out his tongue. Mum had already ...
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