Branching Off
Lindsey’s phone rang just as she was about to leave the office and go home. “Hello?”
It was her fiancé, Charley. “Just called to give you the results of the swim meet. Sharon took first in all her events!”
“That’s great! Give her a hug from me. You guys coming home tonight?”
“No,” he replied. “But we will be there in time for the Assembly.”
“Great!” She looked forward to introducing the newest members of her family to the guest of honor.
“And you're still at the office, why?” he asked.
“Just about to leave,” she said. “So, still time to seduce the babysitter, shower and get a night’s sleep before the big day.”
He laughed knowingly. She’d shared babysitter fantasy with him.
“Well, go easy on the poor boy,” he said.
“No promises,” she replied. They made kissy sounds and hung up. She shut down the office and drove home. Before she got out of the car, she reached under her jacket to undo two buttons on her blouse.
Fred was putting his homework away as she walked in. He smiled as she went past him to check in on Betsy and Terri. They were dead asleep.
She returned to the dining room. “Any problems?” she asked.
“No, Mrs. Branch. They’re really excited about tomorrow, but they couldn’t tell me what’s going to happen?” Lindsey smiled at the questioning tone.
“You know the sylph that used to go to your school?”
“Electra? The one on Get Up America, yeah.”
“She used to babysit the girls, but no one at their school believes them. They wrote to Electra to ask for an autographed picture to prove they know her.”
“Yeah?”
“So instead, her owner arranged for them to host an Assembly. All the elementary students in 1st through 4th grade are going to the high school auditorium for the presentation.”
“That sounds like fun!” Fred said.
“It should be, she promised to mention every kid she babysat during the Assembly.” She took off her jacket and hung it on a chair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fred staring appreciatively at her cleavage. She opened her purse. “Now, about your fee.”
Fred stepped up cheerfully, frowing when she didn’t bring money out of the purse, but a Ziploc bag. “I think you left something on the bathroom sink, last time, Fred.”
He looked closely, blushing deeply when he realized it was a pubic hair.
“Did you masturbate in my bathroom, Fred?”
“It m-m-may have fallen… From when I, um, used the toilet…”
“It was stuck to the bottle of lotion beside the sink, Fred,” she said, shaking her head. “Don’t try to lie to me, Fred. You may or may not be in trouble, but if you lie to me, you’ll have to explain yourself to your mother and father.”
“Oh, please, no!” he cried. “I’ll, uh… I’ll never do it again!”
“Did you do it tonight?”
“Only after the girls were in bed,” he said, “and after they’d been in bed for an hour, so they weren’t asking for glasses of water or anything.”
“And what did you think of when yo did it, Fred?” she asked.
“Ma’am?”
“I have to know, Fred,” she said, in a tone of clinical detachment. “See, if you’ve been whacking off to disturbing perversions, I can’t really trust you around my babies.
“But if it’s just normal teenage horny urges, that’s understandable.” She tossed the baggie in the nearest trash can. “As long as you clean up after yourself.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am!” he promised. “I’ll clean up! Yes! And, really, it’s pretty vanilla stuff. Just sex. I mean, I just imagine straightforward sex.”
“With whom?” she asked.
He gulped guiltily. She smiled and stepped closer. She took him by the wrist and led him to the downstairs bathroom. “Do you think of me, Fred?”
“Y-y-y-yes, M-M-M-Mrs. Branch!” he stuttered. He was helpless as she tugged him to the sink.
“Show me,” she purred. She pushed the door shut with her heel. She closed his gaping jaw with a finger.
“I, I, I, I can’t just…”
“You’ve whipped it out and rubbed one out in this room at LEAST two times, Fred,” Lindsey said softly. “Surely you won’t mind doing it once more.”
“Actually, it’s a little embarrassing to…”
“You can show me, or you can explain all of this to your parents,” she reminded him of her threat.
He grabbed his belt, then paused.
“We’ll make it fair, Fred. You imagine my boobs when you beat off, don’t you?” He nodded wordlessly. She opened the rest of her buttons and unclasped the bra. “Do they look like you imagined?”
“Better,” he murmured. He reached out almost unconsciously
“Okay,” she said. She drew his hands to her breasts with a light touch on his wrists. “YOU play with these, I’ll play with this.”
She opened his fly for him, drawing out his small but very erect penis. “There’s a good boy,” she cooed. She stroked him carefully, trying not to shock or surprise the boy.
He squeezed her tits kind of carelessly, but his enthusiasm was good. His hands kept roaming over and around her tits in big circles, always returning to her nipples at front and center.
“Can… Can I… Can I please…”
“Oh, please suck on them,” she urged. He dove forward, latching onto a nipple. She felt his teeth nibble, his tongue stroke, his mouth suck. “Yesssssssssss,” she hissed. “Perfectly normal.”
“Yes ma’am,” he mouthed around her. He started to switch to the other boob when he suddenly tensed up.
She turned him by a hand on his shoulder, facing him towards the sink. In the mirror, he saw her tits in profile, her hand stroking his cock. He watched himself come, a huge burst of sperm splashing into the sink, then smaller drips following.
Lindsey milked him dry, squeezing the last little drop into the sink, then running warm water to wash it all down the drain.
She dabbed at her hands with a clean washcloth, leaving it in his hands. He started to clean himself off as she dressed. She slid out the door, shutting it behind her.
The money for his babysitting was laid on his homework. She walked to the stairs and turned off the hallway lights.
Behind her, she heard him fumble his stuff together and leave. She smiled and got ready for bed.
It wasn’t quite as exciting as her Princess fantasy, but she didn’t think Fred had any complaints.
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Index
77. A Little Fevered