tagIncest/TabooThe Sitter Ch. 04

The Sitter Ch. 04

bydellagordo©

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.

Thanks to everyone who has offered feedback. I appreciate every word.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day at school kind of sucked, but I did manage to tell Melonie where we stood, relationship-wise. Melonie laughed, not unkindly, and disabused me of the notion that we were a "couple." As far as the two of us were concerned, she thought of us as just friends. I should have been relieved, I suppose, but I have to admit to a certain level of disappointment. Which is stupid, since that's what I wanted, but the male ego is such a fragile thing.

Anyway, Mom picked me up after school. We stopped off at the supermarket to pick up some lobsters and then visited a florist shop to purchase a dozen white roses. Mom teased me a little bit when I told her how things went with Melonie. "You poor baby," she said. "And I thought the two of us were too much for you."

"That's not what I meant," I complained.

Mom laughed. "I know, dear. I'm just glad Melonie's feelings weren't hurt."

By then, we were pulling into our driveway, and Karen's car was nowhere to be seen. Everything appeared to be going to plan. We had about two hours before Karen got out of her afternoon class and came home. Mom threw the lobsters in a pot and set them to boiling, while I set up the dining room. I set out the roses, some scented candles, and tossed a Barry White CD on the stereo.

Mom chuckled her approval, let me know she was heading back to the office, and ushered me up to the shower to get cleaned up. I gave Mom a full kiss, thanked her once more for all her help, and made a playful grab for her tits. Mom slapped my hand away. "Didn't we go over this last night, sweetie? Save it for your ladylove. Be good, and have fun." She pressed her lips against my forehead in a chaste kiss, but at the same time grabbed my crotch and gave my hardening cock a quick squeeze. Mom disappeared in a swish of blonde hair and a whiff of vanilla.

I jumped in the shower, scrubbed down, and gave myself a few whacks just to get into the mood. I stopped just short of an orgasm, wanting to, as Mom put it, "save it for my ladylove." I hopped out of the shower, pulled on a pair of dark slacks and a white shirt, and rushed downstairs. The lobsters were coming along nicely, turning a dark red, and the smell permeated the kitchen. I saw that Mom also made some rice, and set out the butter, which was already slightly melted. I double checked the dining room; nothing wrong there.

I found myself standing in the middle of the room, staring at into space, waiting for something to happen. I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized Karen was late. What if. . . what if she didn't come home? I hadn't talked to her since the argument of the night before, and it occurred to me that I didn't hear her come home the night before, and hadn't seen her that morning before school. I pulled a chair out from the dining table and slumped in it.

I sat in the chair for a long moment, trying not to think. The sound of the water boiling over on the stove brought me back to my senses. Sluggishly I rose and went into the kitchen. With a sigh I switched off the flames and took the top off the pot to let the steam out. As I waved the vapor with my hands, I felt my heart begin a long plummet towards despair.

That's when I heard the front door open. I practically threw the pot lid down and ran into the living room. Karen was halfway up the stairs when I burst into the room. She had on the same clothes she wore the night before, and had her school bag slung over one shoulder. "Oh, hi Bill," she said. "I didn't realize anyone was home. . . why are you dressed up?"

"Um, I made dinner," I said.

"You. . . what?" Karen's beautiful features contorted in confusion.

"I made dinner," I repeated. "To sort of apologize for last night and everything."

"Oh," she said softly. Karen padded down the steps and tossed her backpack on the couch. "You didn't have to do that," she said.

I crossed the room towards her. "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't come home last night."

"Oh, yeah," she said, smiling self-consciously. "I just had to go somewhere and think things through. I realize that I haven't been fair to you, Bill. You're a teenaged boy, and you need to be with girls your own age."

My heart skipped a beat. "No I don't," I squeaked.

She sighed. "Yes, you do. It was foolish and unfair of me to think that you and I could be anything serious. Your mother has the right idea, honestly. I'm afraid I'm just not capable of treating our lovemaking as lightly as she can. She has the luxury of knowing there can be no future for the two of you, but I thought, I thought. . ." Karen's voice broke, and her eyes misted over.

Quickly I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace, pulling her close. As usual, holding Karen in my arms summoned an instant erection, but I didn't need the distraction this time. I planted my lips on Karen's and kissed her fiercely. There was resistance at first, but within the space of a single heartbeat she melted into me and returned my kiss with equal passion. We broke away after a long moment.

"Karen," I said, "I love you. If I could marry you today, I would."

Her eyes were moist. "You don't mean that," she said. "You can't mean that."

"Why not?" I asked.

"You don't know what you're saying Bill," she told me, stepping away.

"Why? Because I'm just a kid? I?m eighteen. That?s old enough to be serious."

She looked at me, and I could see my own pain reflected in her eyes. "Of course," she said softly. "Listen, there's something I have to explain to you. You're not going to like it, but I need to tell you finally, and then maybe you'll understand." She sighed, and dropped down into the couch. I took a seat in the chair, unsure what to expect.

"One of the reasons I first seduced you had to do with the excitement I felt at the idea of you and Janine together. That was pretty superficial, though. Really, I'd been attracted to you for a while. Partly because you're kind and sweet and attentive, and partly because you were clearly and unabashedly infatuated with me. Very flattering for a woman, believe me. But also because you were attracted to me as me."

I frowned, not entirely following her logic.

She smiled, recognizing my confusion. "Most of the men I meet who are my age or older are attracted to me because of the idea they think I represent. Most of them recognize me from my movies."

"Movies?" I asked. "What movies?"

Karen sighed. She reached across the couch, opened up her backpack, and withdrew a shiny square package. She tossed it to me, and I caught it awkwardly. It was an oversized videocassette box, and the film it advertised was an adult one. "Huge Hooters 12" read the legend on the box, and beneath were showcased the women appearing in the film. Under each picture was written the name of the star, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I recognized Karen's auburn tresses, green eyes, and massive mammaries in the center picture. Beneath her tits was the name "Kara Kleavage." I could see two cocks dangling before her face, and her heavy breasts glistened with cum.

I looked up at Karen. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes and threatened to roll down her cheeks. "You see?" she said roughly, her voice thick. "This is the woman you've fallen in love with, the dirty slut who fucks for money."

"But. . . but how?" I rasped.

"I left home at sixteen for a variety of reasons," she explained. "But I learned early on that I could get by using my body. I made good money as a dancer, and then performing in porn. Enough to put me through college, at least, and to get as far as I have. Even though I don't do that sort of thing anymore, I made enough movies to still get recognized just about wherever I go. Every man I date or try to date eventually finds out. . . and then everything changes. I just. . . I just couldn't go on, letting you think otherwise. It was killing me; I felt like I was lying to you, and I couldn't do it anymore." The tears had begun by now, and what little makeup she wore was streaking as she cried. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said finally, her voice breaking.

I set the tape on the coffee table. I couldn't look at it. I knew when our relationship began that Karen had been with other men, but I'd never imagined the scale, or that she was capable of giving herself up to a man, or men, apparently, without any love being involved. Hey, I was young and still painfully naive. After all, my own sexual experiences had been with the two women I loved most in the world. Hell, the two people I loved most in the world.

Realizing that finally got me to move.

I rose from my seat smoothly and approached Karen. She flinched as I sat down beside her, and my heart felt a sharp stab. I put my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. Still crying, she slowly, shakily returned my embrace. I gently brushed her hair from her face and traced the track of her tears with my fingertips. "Karen," I said softly, "I'm not going to lie to you. This is jarring news. I don't know how to deal with it yet." Her embrace tightened around me, and her head dropped against my chest.

"I do know one thing," I added, "and that is that I love you. And I'll always love you, no matter what."

Karen looked up at me, and her green eyes searched my face for some sign of falsehood. She blinked back more tears, but her full lips curved up into a smile. "How could I be so lucky?" she whispered. "Oh, Bill, I love you too. With all of my heart." She leaned into me once more, her body molding itself against my own, and our lips met with a tenderness that brought tears to my own eyes. Our salty tears mingled as our lips and tongues did. It was probably our best kiss, all the years we've been together, and it makes my toes curl just to think about it.

After an eternity, we broke apart. Karen had pushed me into the couch, and I found myself looking up at her intense green eyes, her long hair framing her face and falling into my own. "Bill," she said seriously, "will you marry me?"

"Yes," I said, without hesitation.

A huge grin split Karen's beautiful face. She kissed me fiercely. "I love you," she repeated, punctuating the declaration with a fierce kiss. I returned it with all the strength I could muster. Suddenly, we were laughing and kissing, tears of joy streaming down our cheeks, and we pulled ourselves tight against one another's bodies. Finally we broke away, and Karen wiped the tears from my eyes with the light touch of her thumb. "You set out dinner. I'm going to change."

She rose, grabbed her backpack, and sauntered up the stairs to the bedroom. I watched her go, awed and amazed that such a creature could love me, stunned that I was engaged, and delighted to be in love. My eyes fell across the tape, and I reached down to pick it up. I looked at it for a long moment, and when I heard the upstairs shower start, I rose and went into the kitchen.

I tossed the tape in the trash.

Just as I began to lay the food out on the table, Karen came down the stairs. She had quickly scrubbed and changed into a little black dress that clung tightly to her plush curves. The scoop neck revealed the upper slopes of Karen's breasts, as well as a tantalizing cleavage, and the way she jiggled and shimmied told me she had neglected to wear a bra. She was barefoot, but had put her hair up in a simple wave, and wore a small emerald on a choker around her neck. Karen had cleaned off her streaking makeup, but neglected to apply anything new, so when she stepped into the dining room it was her natural beauty that left me breathless. But she had enough time to dab her throat with that bewitching jasmine scent she always wore.

She took my hand and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I led her around the table, held her chair for her, and lit the candles. I settled into my seat, and as I did Karen raised her wineglass. "To the cutest, most caring, wonderful man I have ever met."

We clinked glasses, drank, and I offered my own toast to her beauty, her intelligence, and my own luck at having landed her. I think I sounded a bit more eloquent, but I can't be sure. The wine didn't do much for me, but Karen, as usual, was intoxicating. The meal was okay, but I think I overcooked the lobster, and I know I didn't know how to eat one correctly. Karen helped, and before long we were feeding little niblets to one another, batting eyelashes and cooing in one another's direction, and Karen's bare foot was running up and down my leg and teasing the growing lump between my legs.

We finished the bottle of wine on the couch. Karen curled against me and twisted her fingers in my hair. I set my glass down on the coffee table and pressed my lips against her cheek. "We should clean up," I said.

"Mmm, no," Karen disagreed in a low voice. "That can wait until morning." She traced a finger down my chest. "I have a better idea."

She took my hand and led me up the stairs. I expected to follow her into Mom's room and the double bed, but instead she led me down the hall to my room. We stopped in the doorway. She stepped into my arms.

"Bill, do you remember that first night?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, kissing her chin lightly. "How could I forget?"

"You told me," she persisted, "that I was your first "everything.?"

"Mmmm," I agreed, sucking on her throat, "and you'll be my last, too."

"Bill, I'm trying to tell you something."

I retreated a little to look her in the eyes. "Yes?"

"You weren't my first lover, of course," she said. Beneath her freckles she reddened a touch at my involuntary wince. "But, you are a first for me," she added quickly. "You're the first man I've felt safe with. The first man I've ever really trusted. The first man I've allowed myself to love."

Well, what else could I do then but give her my best kiss? I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her arms came around my shoulders to hold me tight. My cock, already hardened after the play in the living room, grew harder still and pushed insistently against her belly. I felt the heat coming off her own crotch as she nestled it against my hip and gently rubbed against me.

"Oh, Karen," I moaned, tasting her lips. "The things you do to me."

She giggled. "Come on, then," Karen urged, "let's go do some of them together." She disengaged from my embrace and, taking my hand once more, guided me into the room. Her deft hands found the zipper on my pants and loosened the pressure building in my shorts. As she did, she maneuvered me towards the bed, and with typical skill, Karen sent me tumbling onto the mattress just as she pulled my pants down my thighs.

I laughed. "I almost hit my head on the nightstand. Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, my dear." Karen grinned salaciously, and allowed one of the straps on her dress to slip down her shoulder. "I'm trying to fuck you. A little cooperation would be in your best interest."

"Allow me, then," I said, grinning myself. I pealed my shirt off, kicked my shoes to the floor, and began to tug my pants down my legs. Karen watched, bemused, tapping her foot with mock impatience.

"One of us," I grunted, "appears to be overdressed." I pulled my glasses off and set them on the nightstand.

"You think?" she laughed. With a shrug of her shoulders, the other strap slid free. A tug at the hem caused the dress to slide completely off her body. It drifted to the floor lightly, and Karen demurely stepped out of it. She caught me staring at her. "What?"

"You're just. . . you take my breath away." Which was pretty much true. Tall and voluptuous, with long limbs and milky skin, Karen was a sight to behold. From her pink painted toenails to the neatly trimmed auburn bush above the pink lips of her pussy to her flat belly and prodigious bust, soft and firm with strawberry pink nipples and a fine dusting of freckles, to her heart shaped face with her full, kissable lips and intelligent green eyes, Karen is a vision. That she nightly warms my bed is a fact that continually stuns me.

"I see someone is definitely excited," she said. Gracefully she knelt beside the bed, tits bobbing enticingly, and ran her hands up my thighs. Her touch was electric, causing my engorged rod to throb and jerk. She caught it with her right hand and gently stroked it. Her forefinger traced the edge of the purple head and teased my slit, using my own precum to coat the mushroom tip. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth with a sigh of contentment. "Mmmm."

Her left hand cupped my balls, and her right hand returned to the root of my cock. With a light but firm grip she angled the mighty weapon towards her. Her head bobbed forward and her lips pressed burning kisses into my shuddering length. She sucked and nibbled her way up and down my rod and rolled my balls around inside her mouth. Precum virtually sprayed from the tip of my cock, sluicing down my engorged length and coating Karen's lips and tongue. Her agile tongue licked the juice away. With a hungry look in her eyes, she finally devoured me, slipping the head of my cock between her lips and slowly, delightfully, swallowed my length.

I fell back onto the bed again and resisted the urge to thrust madly into her mouth. Instead, I focused on the delicious torture Karen inflicted upon me, as inch by inch she gulped my rampant cock. Her tongue teased me, her cheeks closed in around me, hot and wet, and then her throat constricted around me. I heard a sharp intake of breath from her just before her throat opened up and her lips reached the base of my cock.

Then the suction began.

"Oh, Jesus," I groaned. "Yes, baby, you suck me so fucking good. Oh, fuck!" I gripped the sheets in my hands tightly and craned my neck. Karen's cheeks were hollow as her mouth tightened like a moist fist around my cock and squeezed me. Her eyes were closed, but they snapped open again as she released my cock and slid her mouth back to the tip. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. She winked and descended once more, sucking me deeper.

My cock throbbed and swelled within the confines of Karen's mouth. I heard her choke and release me quickly. I sat up in concern. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, eyes watering. "Sometimes I forget how big you get," she said, and kissed the crown of my cock. I flexed my dick and lightly slapped her lips. She giggled and swept her hand up and down my length. "Down, boy."

"Your wish is my command," I said with a lecherous leer. Karen looked at my curiously for a moment, but when I reached down and lifted her up onto the bed, I think she started to realize what I meant. I shifted on the bed and spread her sleek, pale thighs. The lips of her pussy were bright pink, enflamed and engorged with passion, tantalizingly slick with moisture. The hard nubbin of her clitoris winked momentarily at me as her legs parted. I placed my palm flat against her belly and ducked my head.

I blew gently on her weeping pussy. Karen gasped. "Don't you dare tease me, Bill," she warned. I glanced upward, saw her playing with her tits, and offered her a "who me?" expression. She glared. "You implied something about going down?"

I stuck my tongue out at her. She glared some more. Tongue still extended, I ducked my head lower, and glided my tongue along her gash, bottom to top. When I reached her clit, I curled my tongue around it and teased it. Karen sucked in a sharp breath and dropped one hand to the back of my head. Her thighs scissored closed, trapping me between them.

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