The Sitter Ch. 01

An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER ONE

At eighteen, I was bit on the scrawny side, bespectacled and shy. A textbook case of a late bloomer, my adolescent growth spurt was a good four years late, and I was just starting to gain the adult height and weight I'd eventually develop. Not one of the popular kids at school by any means, and it wasn't unusual for me to be home on a Friday night. Not that I never did anything' I did have friends, and sometimes we'd catch a movie or tool around in my friend Russ's car' but sometimes I'd stay home just for the hell of it. Well, truth be told, there usually was a reason to stay in. Her name was Karen Wojnowski.

You see, my mother was bit paranoid. We lived out in the hills, in a remote location, and she was always afraid of someone breaking into the house. We had a decent security system, but Mom preferred someone be home, particularly at night. When I was sixteen, I suggested we get a dog, but it turned out Mom's allergic. Mom's allergies proved to be my boon, because when Mom started dating and one of my friends got a license, she decided to get one of her friends to sit at the house, just to keep an eye on things. Which brings me to Karen.

Karen was twenty-eight years old, ten years younger than my mother was, and absolutely gorgeous. She had bright green eyes, an aquiline nose, and full red lips that always seemed to be pursed in thought. A smattering of freckles fell across the bridge of her nose, but her complexion was otherwise flawless. A mane of slightly curled auburn hair poured down her back, framing her heart shaped face. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, but that wasn't what made me grin like an idiot at the thought of her. As well as being beautiful, she had an incredible pair of breasts, two perfectly shaped melon-sized hemispheres that seemed to defy gravity, and she had the delightful tendency to wear incredibly tight belly shirts that just thrust her tits into people's faces. Karen was a good couple inches taller than I was at the time, so her massive mammaries were almost at eye level. Quite trying for a teenage boy whose body was just exploding with hormones.

Mostly I felt terribly self-conscious, not only because I was an adolescent with an unhealthy crush on an older woman, but Karen was really cool. She had a great sense of humor, didn't talk down to me or call me "Billy" like most of my mother's friends, and she was a bit of a sci-fi geek like me. She loved sci-fi movies, even the crappy b-grade flicks, and we'd often sit and watch them together, laughing at all the goofy parts and cracking jokes. She treated me like a human being, rather than her friend's kid, and for that reason I felt guilty that I obsessed about her so much.

Most of my mother's friends were beautiful. Beauty attracts beauty, as my dad used to say, before he ran off with his secretary and ditched both Mom and me. When Karen and my mother Janine go out, it's difficult to tell who is getting most of the stares. Mom is a towering six-one, with long straight blonde hair that she likes to tie into a French braid. Her eyes are an icy blue, her nose small and upturned, framed by high cheekbones and offset by full expressive lips that often split to reveal neat, even teeth. Mom is a sun-worshipper, and spends a good deal of her free time (what little she has) in the backyard by the pool soaking up the rays. I have to admit she fills out her yellow bikini very nicely. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's kept to the regimen religiously ever since.

I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm about average for my age, maybe even a little thin. A touch of myopia ensures I have to wear glasses all the time, and though I spend almost as much time biking and swimming as I do reading, I'm still more than a bit of a geek. I'd just started my senior year, was looking forward to graduation and the freedom of college, and I had little resembling a social life. So a night watching movies with Karen while Mom took one of her clients out to dinner didn't sound like a bad idea to me. The thing is, I had to give Mom the impression I was going out so she would have Karen over. Then I'd pretend to cancel and spend the evening with Karen.

Yes, okay, totally lame. But I was absolutely infatuated with her, and too young and inexperienced to ever make my feelings known to a woman like her. If all I could have was a night in front of the VCR with her once in a while, I'd take it.

Mom kissed me on the head, ruffled my hair, and made me promise to be good. She had a devilish gleam in her eye, and I grinned self-consciously, figuring Mom knew all about my crush. Karen put an arm around me and pulled me to her, my head settling against her left breast. It was warm and soft, and I turned bright red, feeling my dick begin to harden in my pants. I think Karen said something like, "Don't worry about us, Jan. You go and have a good time, and knock 'em dead."

Mom smiled with that same gleam, only this time she was looking at Karen, and then she was out the door. Karen released me, and I stepped away as if bitten. Karen didn't seem to notice. "I brought some vids," she said. "Why don't you make the popcorn and I'll set up in the living room."

"Okay," I mumbled, heading into the kitchen. I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and poured us a couple of Cokes. While I waited for the popcorn to pop, I thought about my head on her breast, and imagined what it would feel like without the t-shirt in the way.

"How's it going in there'" Karen called from the living room, snapping me out of my reverie. I self-consciously adjusted myself to hide my hard-on, and filled a bowl with the popcorn. Balancing the bowl and the Cokes, I went into the living room.

Karen sat on the couch, her hair tied back into a ponytail and her jeans-clad legs stretched out on the coffee table. A pile of videotapes sat on the table by her leg, one of them open. She had the remote in hand and hit the start button as I set the bowl on the table. She took the Coke with a smile and hooked a handful of popcorn.

"What are we watching'" I asked.

"A cinematic gem known colloquially as Gamera vs. Knife-head," she explained. "It stars a giant turtle, a low-scale Godzilla if there ever was one, and a teenage Richard Burton. You'll like it, I promise." She laughed, and pointed at the TV screen with her Coke, directing my attention.

She was right, it turned out. Japanese monster movies were some of our favorites. The combination of fantastic miniatures, goofy rubber costumes, and nonsensical stories usually had us in stitches. After one or two of those, we'd throw in Star Wars or a Star Trek movie or something, just to reaffirm our faith in the genre. One night Karen showed me Blade Runner, which blew my mind. However, that night we never made it that far, and to this day I still don't know which *good* movie Karen rented to watch that night.

When the giant monster with the steak knife for a head rose out of the ground, Karen laughed so hard she spilled her Coke. All over her shirt. The soda soaked into the fabric immediately, and I saw two dents rise, responding to the cold. "Dammit," Karen muttered softly, still chuckling. She gave me a mischievous look that I tried to meet. "I should be old enough to hold my Coke," she said. "Could you get me a paper towel'"

I didn't want to move. Mostly I didn't want to look away, but I was also afraid that if I stood, my boner would be painfully visible. "Uh..." I started to say, but Karen's smile widened. "Never mind," she said. "I'll do it." She hopped to her feet, bouncing all the way up, and scampered into the kitchen. In her absence, I tried to adjust my pants again, but realized there was no way I could do it and hide the evidence of my arousal.

I had moments to make my escape, and I took it. I ran upstairs to my room, eased the door closed and dropped onto my bed. As easy as one, two, three, I had my pants unsnapped, unzipped, and my raging hard-on in hand. It felt harder than it had ever been before, and I flexed it, feeling it swell in my hand. I thought about Karen's breasts, soaked with soda, with nipples hardened, distending the material of her shirt. I wished I knew what they looked like beneath that belly shirt, how they would feel cupped in my hands, or -- oh my God -- how they would taste. I was a stroke or two away from erupting when the door to my room opened.

Karen poked her head in, wearing one of Mom's shirts -- tighter on her than it was on Mom -- and opened her mouth to say something. No words came out, but her mouth hung open, and her green eyes widened.

Time froze, and I thought crazily that I should have run into the bathroom to whack off; she would have at least knocked before bursting into the bathroom and make me die of embarrassment.

Motor skills returned slowly, and I rolled over onto my side, trying to hide myself and tuck it away. It wasn't cooperating. My dick should have wilted immediately, but instead it remained stiff as a board. I could feel my face flushing, turning bright crimson, and my chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

I heard Karen pad into the room softly, and then felt my bed shift under her weight. She put a hand on my arm, her skin warm against my own. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I should have knocked. When I came back to the living room and you were gone, I wanted to make sure you were okay." When I didn't say anything, she asked, "Are you okay'"

"Yeah," I croaked out. "I'm sorry," I spit out.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," she told me. "Most natural thing in the world, believe me."

That caught my attention, even as I was beginning to catch my breath. "Really'"

"Sure. Hell, I do it all the time myself." Karen chuckled softly. "I've even had roommates stumble in on me when I'm doing it. Talk about embarrassing."

I craned my neck around to look at her. She wore a reassuring smile, and, I noticed, there was a gleam in her eye that reminded me of the look my mother had given me before she went out. "Can I ask you something, though'" she said. I nodded, unable to speak. "Were you thinking about me'"

I could only stare, opening and closing my mouth like a fish as my dick swelled with blood.

"I thought so," she said. "You know, Bill, I have to admit I'm quite flattered." The hand on my arm slid down to my chest, and I started breathing heavily again. "I mean, that's a rather large piece of equipment for a --"

"-- boy my age'" I finished.

"Man your age," she corrected. The hand moved down to my lower abdomen. My prick jutted out as hard as it had ever been, throbbing now in anticipation, precum leaking from the tip and trailing down its length. So hard now that the tip almost reached my belly button, and I felt myself grow harder as Karen's palm brushed against my stomach. "I have one more question," she said, her voice lower, almost husky.

"Wh-what's that'" I asked. My voice cracked, but I couldn't have possibly gotten any redder at that point.

"Do you want to finish this by yourself. . . or with a little help'"

"Help," I said with a croak that turned to a groan as Karen's hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing slightly. She leaned over me with a smile, her heavy breasts pressing into my chest as I turned to meet her. Her lips brushed against mine, her green eyes boring into my blue ones as her tongue extended out to taste me. I mimicked her movement, parting my lips slightly, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I could taste popcorn and soda and the jasmine tang of her lipstick, as her tongue assaulted mine and I fought back as much as I could, trying to get into her mouth as well. We traded one another back and forth, my tongue invading her mouth, hers dueling mine. All the while her hand expertly stroked my hardness, her palm gently squeezing the spongy tip; using my own cream to coat my cock until it was slick and sloppy.

She pulled back. Her face was flushed, her cheeks pink and her freckles darkened. She was breathing almost as hard as I was, and she smiled. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that'" she asked me.

"Nowhere," I admitted.

"That was your first kiss'" she asked, hand still stroking my cock.

"Yeah," I admitted. "You're my first everything," I added.

Karen shook her head in disbelief. "Your mother is going to kill me," she said. At the mention of my mother, my cock inexplicably jumped in her hand. She arched an eyebrow, but didn't remark on it, other than an enigmatic, "Hmmm."

She released my cock, and I groaned again as it swung free. "Well, if I'm you're first 'everything,' we should try out as much as we possibly can." She sat up, took her t-shirt by the hem, and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Naked, her huge breasts bounced before me, soft yet firm, milk white with a delicate tracery of blue veins beneath the surface. She had freckles scattered across her breastbone and the upper slopes of her breasts. Her nipples and areolas were strawberry pink and distended, puffy and begging to be sucked.

Without thinking I lurched forward and fastened my lips to her left nipple, nipping and sucking instinctively. I was rewarded with a gasp and a moan from Karen. She put a hand against the back of my head, pushing me into her tit. I reached up to put my hand on her other breast, weighing it with my palm, teasing the distended nipple with my fingertips. She tasted like jasmine, the scent she wore, and I wanted to taste as much of her as I possibly could. I switched over to the other nipple, trailing my tongue across the left breast to the canyon between and over the slope of the right one, before once more fastening my lips to a nipple. Karen continued to moan and ruffle my hair.

She pushed me away and leaned down, kissing me again, her tongue assaulting me once more. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed into my chest, the weight of her hot, spongy breasts falling against me. I felt her hands on my hips, yanking my shirt up over my stomach, and disengaged from me in order to pull it up over my head. Then her naked breasts pressed against my own naked chest, her skin burning where it touched mine, and I could feel her heart beating against my own. We kissed again. I wrapped my arms around her as she began tugging at my pants, pulling my jeans and my boxers down. My pants were quickly tangled, and we broke away once more so I could kick them free.

She regarded me with a hungry look, and then kissed and nibbled at my neck, her heavy breasts pressing against my chest. She moved lower, her lips brushing across my own nipples, her tongue tracing trails across my abdomen. Karen's breasts brushed against my hardened cock, and she caught it between them, trapping it for a moment in the exquisite softness between her tits. I groaned in wonder and pleasure, and she smiled wickedly at me, still with that hungry look.

She grabbed me by the base of my cock and levered it away from my abdomen, straightening it so that it pointed its angry purple head at her face. With a low growl in her throat she bent down, tongue lashing out to taste me. My cock throbbed in her hand, trying to leap forward, but she kept me steady. Her full lips enveloped the head of my cock, sucking slightly. I'd never felt such intense pleasure in my life, and I couldn't suppress a moan. "Oh my God, that's amazing."

Karen lifted her head long enough to tell me, "You haven't seen anything yet." Then her lips enveloped me again, sliding down the length of my cock, encasing me in a velvet warmth. She began to suck, her tongue and mouth pulling at my cock, urging me onward. Instinctively I began to thrust into her mouth, but she placed a palm against my stomach and pulled away with a sucking sound. "If you do that, you'll choke me. Relax and enjoy," she said, and bent down to swallow me once more. She pulled back so that only the head of my cock swelled on her tongue, and then moved forward, driving herself onto me, twisting and sliding along the length of my cock, sucking all the while. Her saliva mixed with my precum, coating the length of my hardness and slurping around the edges of her lips. The slurping sounds alone were driving me wild, to say nothing of how her ministrations felt, but I fought the urge to thrust again and tried to enjoy it while it lasted.

She released me from her mouth again, kissing and nibbling the length of my cock, and took each of my balls into her mouth in turn, sucking each. Her hand, still gripping the base of my dick, began to slide along my hardness, tugging on me, jacking me as she sucked me off.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore of the sweet torture, she broke away from me and slid off the bed. "What --'" I started to ask, but she shushed me.

"I was priming the pump," Karen said, "but I don't want it going off just yet." With that, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of pale pink panties. She hefted her weighty breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples with her fingers. "Do you'" she said.

"No," I croaked, "not at all."

"Good. Now get up." I looked at her blankly, but eventually moved at her insistence. When I stood beside her, she grinned again and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. In one quick movement she swept them off and tumbled onto the bed, her tits bouncing and her legs spreading to reveal her pussy. Framed by a neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair, the pink folds of her moist cavern winked at me, opening slightly. I could see the moisture gathered there, and more, I could smell it, a heady fragrance that made my heart pound and my cock swell.

"Your turn," Karen told me, grinning hugely.

"What do I do'" I asked, dropping to one knee.

"Pretend it's my mouth," she said. "And give her a kiss."

So that's what I did. I leaned in low and kissed her pussy, my lips pressing against her, my tongue tentatively penetrating her folds to tease and taste her. "There you go," she said, her voice at a slightly higher pitch than usual. Encouraged, I doubled my efforts, driving my tongue into her. the smell was almost overwhelming, with my nose pressed into her bush, but the taste was magnificent, salty and sweet at once, and I had to have more. I dug as deep as I could, placing my hands on her silky thighs to widen my access. She moaned when I touched a hard nubbin of flesh, her clit, so I concentrated on that, assaulting it with my tongue and lips. Karen started to pant, her tits bobbing as her breaths increased, and with each exhalation she gasped out a "yes" or a "God" or a "Bill." And then, suddenly, her pussy clenched around my lips and tongue, and her thighs scissored closed around my head. My mouth flooded with nectar, and Karen's voice rose another octave as she wheezed out a long "Yeeeeessssssssssssss!"

Her thighs fell away and I raised my head, taking in a deep breath and licking my lips. Karen had a lazy smile on her face, and I tried my best to return it. She sat up, cupped my chin in her hand, and kissed me fiercely, licking her own juices off my chin. "That was very good, Bill." She laughed, a light sound. "That was better than good, that was fucking fantastic."

"Thanks," I said, kissing her again.

"No, thank you," she said. "Now, for the main event," she added, gripping my cock and giving it a friendly squeeze. It lurched in her palm, and she pulled me against her, thighs parting once again. We kissed as she pressed the head of my cock against the nest of fur between her legs, and then pushed it downward, into her opening. Instinctively I thrust forward, and this time there was no resistance; she welcomed me with a groan as I drive into her, my throbbing cock finding a happy home in her clasping pussy. She enveloped me, her inner muscles massaging and pulling at me as I thrust and pulled back, thrust and pulled back. Her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. My lips found her lips, her chin, her neck, and the canyon between her breasts, slick with sweat. Her thighs wrapped around me, her calves pushing into my ass, forcing me deeper inside her. Both of us moaned and grunted as our bodies slammed together, flesh meeting flesh with a slapping sound.