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This story may be freely distributedwith this notice attached.* * * * * * * * * * A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Who Loves Ya', Baby(sitter) 2In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous synapses crossing eachother, I thought, "Gee, wouldn't it be keen to tell the early stories ofhow I, Harvey Marcus, started screwing around with younger women?"Younger but legal. This is the second chapter of my second Official Retrospective. Ourbabysitter Alyssa learned that she was desirable. But for her motherEmily, that wasn't enough.* * * * * * * * * *Mom's Turn"You're just going to have to do it again," said Emily Bollard. "Thistime, 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 wiltingpenis. "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'llcoach you." Emily Bollard had been an ineffective chaperone, from my perspective. Her daughter Alyssa, our current babysitter, had convinced her motherthat it was okay for her to sit in my lap naked, rub my cock across herlabia, and even stick it in. Actually, not just stick it in. A fullin-and-out experience, which brought me to a climax, but not beforeletting Alyssa slip off my lap and onto the floor. Alyssa expresseddisappointment that she hadn't reached orgasm, and her mother stuck upfor her daughter. "Do it again" was a clear communication. Next time, Alyssa's pleasurewould come before mine, whether I came or not. "Mrs. Bollard. Emily," I pleaded, "I came within a few seconds ofimpregnating your daughter." Instead, I had spurted all over herdaughter's large breasts. "We should stop now before-" "I will not subject my daughter to scorn from her male companions. Sheneeds to know how to please them." Her arms were folded. "I'll coachher through the act of oral sex. You just sit there. And enjoy." It was the first time Emily acknowledged she was familiar with oral sexand that I might be getting pleasure out of my intimacy with herdaughter. Up to then, it as quite clinical, at least the way she hadspoken about it when my cock was deep in her daughter's pussy. I satback 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 tentativelyover my wilted penis. "So what do I do, Momma?" "Use your lips, not your teeth. A man's penis is very sensitive aroundthe 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 liftmy hips and drive my cock deeper down Alyssa's throat, but I didn't wantto 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 onewho'd run off with his exciting secretary. Who also had big tits. My cock thickened at the proximity of Alyssa's tits, plus the pressureand the tickle of her mouth. If I hadn't emptied my balls a few minutesprior, I would have been on the verge of an eruption. "You're doingvery well," I said. "It's pretty obvious I think, but thank you for the verbalreinforcement." Emily was rubbing one breast, obviously turned on byour 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, bloatedcock. "It's ready and so am I." "For what?" There had to be limits. "I'm not putting it inside youagain. You're too young to get pregnant, and if we have sex, I won't beable to control myself." Alyssa stood up, her pussy lips wet and inviting. I struggled to keepfrom reaching out and caressing her inner thigh, coaxing her onto mylap. "We can't leave you like that," said Emily. "It's cruel." Alyssa brightened. "I know. Mr. Marcus can have sex with you. Then Ican learn by watching." Emily's face got bright red. "Oh no! That would be completelyinappropriate." Alyssa approached her mother. "Daddy is gone, and I'm sure you haveneeds, 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 demonstratingtoo." "I really don't think-" I was thinking with my cock and not my brain. I was ready for sex, andyoung Alyssa was not a viable choice. Why not her mother? I joined in. "Emily, it's only fair." It sounded like Emily hadn't been dating so her sexual needs shouldhave been considerable. Besides she deserved something for letting meand her daughter go as far as we did. And I had the expectation thatAlyssa would supervise us just as well as her mother had, maybe better. Alyssa's tits swung as she motioned. "Go on, sit down next to him." Emily sat close to me on the sofa. Without being asked, her handreturned to my cock. "It is very nice." Her hand raised and lowered. I put my hand on her exposed knee and slid my hand up the outside ofher thigh. "Your skin is very smooth." I cupped one Bollard buttock. She leaned closer. I put my face in position and we kissed. A long firmkiss. Her hand moved more quickly. I pulled her closer until she had tostraddle my thighs. I planted my hands on her ass and rubbed. "Oh Mr.Marcus." "Call me Harvey." I heard Alyssa unzip her mother's dress. When the material hung loose,I pulled the dress from her shoulders and down her arms. With the dresspuddled at her waist, her modest breasts in a demure bra were exposed.Her arms surrounded my neck. I hugged her back. She moaned as we kissed,rubbing her crotch against my exposed penis. "Stand up, mother" Alyssa commanded. It took a moment for us to disengage. Alyssa pulled her mother's dress to the floor, leaving her in bra andpanties. She had a nice build, just not as well endowed as herdaughter. Still, my cock throbbed at the idea of picking up with motherwhat I'd started with daughter. "I think we should go upstairs. To the bedroom." I stood, and the twowomen followed, our clothing gathered in Alyssa's arms. In my bedroom, I took Emily in my arms, hugging her while caressing hershoulders, back and buttocks. Her head pulled away from my chest andapproached my face for more kissing. My fingers worked the hooks on herbra. She flinched. "Don't! I'm too small." I kissed her neck, down to her upper chest. I'd unlatched the hook. As her bra dropped, I flicked my tongue across her nipples. Sheblushed. I dropped to my knees, pulling her panties down before she could react. She was naked, smelling like she was ripe for the taking. I placed myhead at the junction of her thighs but she didn't make herselfavailable. "Stand up. I want to taste your penis," she whispered. My cock was throbbing, more than prepared. If I wasn't going to getoral, then she wouldn't either. "No need. I'm ready for the realthing." Alyssa knew what I wanted. "Lay back on the bed," she directed hermother. Emily did as she was told. This was my opportunity to taste hervaginal juices. I dived between her open thighs before she decided toclose them. I ignored the stubble and went straight for her pussy,kissing and licking her labia, mouthing them with my lips. Emily waswet, all right. I scooted up and put my cock into position. "Put mein." "What?" "I said, put me in." "Do as he asks, mother." Emily rubbed my cock between her labia, pointed it at the right spotand angle and guided the head into the gap. I leaned forward, shiftingmy weight. My cock slid in. "Oh, God, you're so big. Rodney was much smaller." "We can take it slow." I was already past halfway in. Her pussy tookmy dick as well as her daughter's had. I was balls-deep with littleeffort. Emily writhed in reaction to my probing. "Oh God! You feel so good! I guess I was horny." Maybe that's why she coached me to sex with her daughter, because shegot a thrill watching us fuck. No need to imagine, with my cock rubbingher the right way. I maintained an even pace, slow and intentional,enjoying the massage of her cunt on my cock. "Glad to help a damsel indistress." "Don't tease me. As long as we're doing this, I want to be fucked. Give me what you gave Alyssa." "Yeah, Mr. Marcus, satisfy her." So I did as they asked, pumping myself in and out, pressing my pubicbone against hers at full penetration. It dawned on me in mid-thrustthat I was fucking a stranger in my marital bed. Oh well, Harriett andI weren't using it for that purpose. Her hips undulated with my thrusts, the perfect human piston andcylinder combination. "I had no idea just how needy I was." Memories of Harriett's repetitive rejection of sexual relations pushedguilt from my mind as I repeatedly pushed my cock into Emily's welcomingpussy. She kissed me passionately. Was this relationship expanding past meresex? "I never should have let you go that far with Alyssa-" "Momma!" "But in retrospect, I'm glad she had a caring lover as her first." "I'm getting really excited here." Code for, 'I'm going to cum.' Inibbled a nipple. Emily's cunt tightened. "Do it. Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!" I grabbed Emily's hips and leaned back, pulling her ass off themattress. I manhandled her as if she was an inflatable doll, drillingmy cock into her with vigor. "Like this?" "Oh God! Oh God! I've never been fucked like this before!" "See, Mom, I told you Mr. Marcus was awesome." "You asked for it." I pumped non-stop. My cock tickled at thefriction. "You're going to make me cum. Shit, I'm going to have an-" She didn'tfinish the thought. She cried, real tears, sobbing through herconvulsion. I couldn't hold back, grunted and shot a somewhat smaller load of spermup her pussy. I let her hips fall back, her legs splayed to the sides. Our combined sex juices leaked from her pussy. "Wow! That was amazing!" She sucked her index finger, a sexy gesture. "I hope our next time is just as hot." Was there going to be a next time? "So, was that a gooddemonstration?" I asked. "Oh yes, Mr. Marcus, you two were awesome!" Alyssa bounced, herbreasts wobbling. Emily scooted back and leaned against the headboard, a pillowsupporting her back. Her legs remained open. An invitation? "I'mstill upset that Alyssa didn't have a mutual climax with you." She rana finger up her slit and sampled the juices with her mouth. "Butbetween your engagement and this demonstration, I think she'll beready." Did all parents want their female children schooled in sex with anolder man in preparation for dating? This wasn't the first time I'dbeen called into service. "Okay, so we're done here?" "Until I get fitted for a diaphragm or Mom puts me on birth control,"said Alyssa. Emily plucked her clothing from the pile next to the dresser. "If Mr.Marcus is willing, of course." She pulled up her panties and stretchedbehind her back to the latch her bra. "Although, you'll have to sharehim with me." She winked. Did both of these women forget I was married to Harriett, even thoughmy sex life with her was non-existent? "No promises," I said. Afterall, I had to show them I was still in control, even if I wasn't. -- About a week later, I was backing out of a parking space at the localstrip mall. I could have sworn I looked in all directions, but the thudof impact told me I'd hit something. Damn, there goes my auto insurance rates! I got out to examine the damage of my rear bumper and the back of alate model sedan in my path. Thank goodness, there were only scratches,no dents or major damage. The driver of the other car apologized aswell and we swapped drivers licenses. One look and my stomach knotted. I'd hit Rodney Bollard's car. Rodney, Emily's husband and Alyssa's father. He must have come back. Iwondered what happened to his secretary, the one with a better attitudeand bigger tits than Emily. I didn't ask. "No harm, no foul, huh?" he offered. Avoiding an increase in car insurance was a good thing, so I wasn'tanxious to report the incident. Fine with me." We shook hands. Hedrove away first. I wondered if he'd mention the incident at home, tohis wife or daughter, and how they'd react. -- A few days after the fender scape, Alyssa showed up at our door. "Icame by to quit." Harriett and I hadn't used her for a while anyway, mostly out of myguilt. Difficult to hire a babysitter that you'd prefer to fuck thanwatch your child. "I'm sorry about that. Annie really likes you." "And I like her too." "Listen, we haven't called you lately-" "Oh, I'm not quitting over us. It's Daddy. He's back, and he'swilling to stay, if-" She looked at her shoes. I had to know the end of that sentence. "If what?" "Well, his secretary didn't work out as well as he wanted. But heabsolutely wants a woman with bigger tits than Mom." Her face flushed. "She won't get a boob job, so, well, so besides Mom, he and I aresleeping together." "You are?" "And since he's been back, he's increased my allowance so I don't haveto babysit for spending money." More nights at home gave him more frequent opportunities. Good oldRodney had made his precious daughter into a whore. Bastard Bollard! That explained why the two women hadn't been in touch. The man of thehouse was satisfying them both. "I see." I didn't really. Oh, I was happy that Emily's husband had returned soshe wouldn't be alone. It was also good that Alyssa and Emily weregetting sufficient sex. But from the same man? The idea of incesthadn't crossed my mind before, Annie being so young. Was that my fateas well? I discarded the idea of sex with my daughter. But beingcalled to service young women above the age of consent? That feltstrangely appropriate. After all, I'd done it so well. With parentapproval, no less. And Harriett wasn't interested. I just had no ideawho would be next. ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback. Do you like these Retrospectives? Tell me what you think via email, atthrowfemales@me.com. Copyright (c) 2014, HarveyMarcus. All RightsReserved.