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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Who Loves Ya', Baby(sitter) 2
In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous synapses crossing each other, I thought, "Gee, wouldn't it be keen to tell the early stories of how I, Harvey Marcus, started screwing around with younger women?" Younger but legal.
This is the second chapter of my second Official Retrospective. Our babysitter Alyssa learned that she was desirable. But for her mother Emily, that wasn't enough.
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Mom's Turn
"You're just going to have to do it again," said Emily Bollard. "This time, Alyssa must be satisfied. Do you have any condoms in the house?"
I shook my head.
"Well then we'll just have to be careful." Emily examined my wilting penis. "Now would be a good time to instruct Alyssa in oral sex, wouldn't you agree? It'll get you ready. Come close, my dear, and I'll coach you."
Emily Bollard had been an ineffective chaperone, from my perspective. Her daughter Alyssa, our current babysitter, had convinced her mother that it was okay for her to sit in my lap naked, rub my cock across her labia, and even stick it in. Actually, not just stick it in. A full in-and-out experience, which brought me to a climax, but not before letting Alyssa slip off my lap and onto the floor. Alyssa expressed disappointment that she hadn't reached orgasm, and her mother stuck up for her daughter.
"Do it again" was a clear communication. Next time, Alyssa's pleasure would come before mine, whether I came or not.
"Mrs. Bollard. Emily," I pleaded, "I came within a few seconds of impregnating your daughter." Instead, I had spurted all over her daughter's large breasts. "We should stop now before-"
"I will not subject my daughter to scorn from her male companions. She needs to know how to please them." Her arms were folded. "I'll coach her through the act of oral sex. You just sit there. And enjoy."
It was the first time Emily acknowledged she was familiar with oral sex and that I might be getting pleasure out of my intimacy with her daughter. Up to then, it as quite clinical, at least the way she had spoken about it when my cock was deep in her daughter's pussy. I sat back down on the couch, still naked. So was Alyssa.
Emily waved her daughter in my direction. "Okay, go ahead."
Alyssa got on her knees between my legs and put her head tentatively over my wilted penis. "So what do I do, Momma?"
"Use your lips, not your teeth. A man's penis is very sensitive around the tip."
Alyssa's tongue licked at the head of my cock. "Is this right?"
"Look. His erection is returning."
Sure enough, my limp cock was getting pumped up. I was tempted to lift my hips and drive my cock deeper down Alyssa's throat, but I didn't want to scare the young woman or get her mother more pissed off.
"Put your lips around it and hum," Mrs. Bollard said.
I wondered how often Mrs. Bollard went down on her husband, the one who'd run off with his exciting secretary. Who also had big tits.
My cock thickened at the proximity of Alyssa's tits, plus the pressure and the tickle of her mouth. If I hadn't emptied my balls a few minutes prior, I would have been on the verge of an eruption. "You're doing very well," I said.
"It's pretty obvious I think, but thank you for the verbal reinforcement." Emily was rubbing one breast, obviously turned on by our show. "I'm sure Alyssa appreciates it."
Alyssa hummed a "thank you." My hips jerked.
"That's probably enough, dear," said her mother.
Alyssa sat back, tits jiggling on her chest, staring at my fat, bloated cock. "It's ready and so am I."
"For what?" There had to be limits. "I'm not putting it inside you again. You're too young to get pregnant, and if we have sex, I won't be able to control myself."
Alyssa stood up, her pussy lips wet and inviting. I struggled to keep from reaching out and caressing her inner thigh, coaxing her onto my lap.
"We can't leave you like that," said Emily. "It's cruel."
Alyssa brightened. "I know. Mr. Marcus can have sex with you. Then I can learn by watching."
Emily's face got bright red. "Oh no! That would be completely inappropriate."
Alyssa approached her mother. "Daddy is gone, and I'm sure you have needs, right? Besides, you were okay with him having sex with me-"
"Reluctantly. Just for demonstration purposes."
Emily had been played by her daughter. "So, you'd be demonstrating too."
