My Son's Sitter

I pause at his belt-line and look up. We exchange a long look.

“You want me to teach you?” He asks, his eyes glittering.

I nod.

Clayton makes quick work of his khaki pants and silky briefs.

Now, I’m face to face with my mission for right now. A gloriously hard dick. It’s thick and completely erect.

“Lick it,” Clayton orders.

I bring my head down obediently. As I run my tongue up and down, I can see him relax further into the couch.

“Suck on the tip,” is his next order.

I lower my head obediently, being careful to cover my teeth with my lips. As I suck, a groan spills out of him.

“Now pump on the shaft,” is what he says next, although in a different, less controlled voice.

As I do so, the weirdness of what I’m doing gradually rolls away. I get into a sort of rhythm with my clasping fingers gliding up and down and my mouth bobbing, the two of them moving in tandem, and an even louder groan spills from Clayton’s lips. Oh yes. He is even harder than I’d imagined.

When his leg starts shaking, I know that I’m close.

I pick up my pace, bobbing and stroking with the last energy I have. I mash my tongue into the mix, twining and twirling it around the soft slickness of his cock’s head.

It occurs to me that soon he’s going to spill into me, and I have no idea what I’m going to do.

Nevertheless, I up my frenzied pace even more.

Soon, he’s groaning more than he isn’t, and his legs are out, almost flailing.

“Fuck,” he swears as he his dick twitches several times, shooting his hot load down my throat.

Doesn’t really taste like much, but creamy. When I pull back, grinning at him, Clayton looks at me as if he can’t quite believe I’m real.

“I can’t believe that was your first time,” he manages.

I hurry off to get him a Kleenex. As I clean him off, Clayton says, “Now that you mention it, you do live alone, right?”

I throw a cheeky grin his way.

“Nope. With my parents.”

As his face goes white, I add, “Who luckily are at work.”

His gaze comes to rest on me.

“Like you should be.”

“What are you saying?” I ask.

“What I’m saying is,” Clayton says, “I need a nanny for the rest of the day. Do you know any good nannies who are free?”

I can’t help but smile at that.

“I might know one.”

Chapter 5: Clayton

Back at my place, I arrive at the same time as my mom. She gets a glimpse of Stevie as she hurries inside to greet Winston.

I feel a strange twist of guilt and pride. It almost feels like I’m bringing a girl home to mom, as ridiculous as it seems. What’s going on between Stevie and me, while I’m not sure what it is, I’m pretty sure of what it’s not. Anything serious. The little 21-year-old is a freak in bed, that’s for sure. But I can tell by the way she’s bantering with me that she isn’t taking this seriously at all. Just a little fling to her, even if she was a virgin before it.

“Who’s that?” My mom says in a low voice.

“Oh no one,” I say, unconcerned, “just the new nanny I was telling you about. I picked her up to make things easier.”

Which technically isn’t a lie. I’ll tell my mom the truth soon, not just yet.

My mom nods hurriedly.

“Anyway, we just stopped by to get Winston’s boots. We’re going to the park and it’s horribly muddy.”

“Oh, are you?”

She nods.

“I’ll probably take him out for some Dairy Queen after. A little treat for the two of us.”

“Okay,” I say.

Already, my mind is buzzing with possibilities.

If my son is already being taken care of for most of the night, that means his nanny is free too. What kinds of things would I like to do with the nanny tonight?

“Okay, just call me if you need anything,” I say, heading for the basement.

I want to see Stevie’s face when I break the news to her. Is she going to be as secretly pleased as I am?

As I’m going down, Stevie and Winston are going up.

“I’m going to the park,” Winston informs me, giving me a hug, before adding, “Stevie is coming too.”

“Oh, is she?”

Stevie grins as she shrugs.

“This little guy really gave me the elevator pitch. Turns out the park has slides, little deer you can pat, and even some nice, good old benches.”

“Oh no, little Winston,” my mom says, grasping his hand protectively, “it’s just going to be bonding time with you and grandma.”

Winston twists around and looks at Stevie, but I crouch down first before he can protest.

“I know you really want to hang out with Stevie, little guy. But I promise, tomorrow you can have all the Stevie time you want, ok?”

I turn to Stevie and she nods for confirmation.