Title: John's Adventure In Babysitting
Author:Eskimo1958
Summary: John fills in as a baby-sitter for a couple down the street. His reward for a job
well done is a secret he'll carry to the grave, as Mrs. Schmidt, the mother of the children,
gives him a few hours to remember. It turns out though, that he gave her something to remember 
him by as well. And you all though MILF was a recent thing!
Keywords: Fm, virgin, preg

I was sixteen. Tall, skinny, and quite geeky looking. Never really had a girlfriend, as I was too shy. It was the beginning of summer, school had just let out for summer break, and I was working at a fast food place to save up for college. Of course, I lived with my parents, on a quiet street in the suburbs of Chicago. It was nineteen-seventy-five. I guess you could say I was the average American boy. I did well in school, not great, just well. And at the time, I still had no clue as to what I wanted to do with my life.

My street, which only had about a dozen homes on it, was a dead end street. Most houses contained couples older than my parents with their kids out of school already. There were two others that had children still at home. One was the Darlings, at the corner. They had two girls, one my age named Denise, and one a few years younger. At the other end, was the Schmidt family. Three boys, all in grade school, ages six through ten. The boys always were playing with me, as I've become a big brother to them. I had even been babysitting them from time to time, although not officially. Mrs. Schmidt would need to go somewhere, and the boys would be in our yard playing with me, and she would holler out "Could you watch the boys, John? I'm going to the grocery."

I would always wave and say "No problem." and away she would go. Up until that summer, I had never actually babysat the boys. Usually, if a babysitter was needed, Denise would come down to watch them for the evening. But then, it happened. I actually had a weekend off in early July. It was the weekend after the Fourth, and I was looking forward to going with my parents up to Wisconsin. We have a cabin about two hours north of Madison on a lake. A great place to fish and just relax. I had somehow managed to get the time off from the restaurant flipping burgers to go. Well, then Mrs. Schmidt showed up on Wedbesday. Denise was suppose to watch the boys Friday night and Saturday night, as they had two different company-orientated gatherings to attend to this weekend. But Denise's grandmother passed away over in Ohio or somewhere, and was now unavailable. And Mrs. Schmidt was begging mom to let me stay behind and watch her boys. Well, mom relented, I guess she felt sorry for Mrs. Schmidt. I didn't know it, as I was a naive young man, that the Schmidt's were having marital problems. As it turned out, I added to them. Years later, Momma told me that Mr. Schmidt had a tendency to smack his wife around a bit. So, mom told me that she would like for me to stay home and watch the Schmidt boys. Of course, the promise of fifty dollars helped ease the pain of a lost weekend. Now a days, fifty dollars doesn't sound like much. Back then, it was a minor windfall.

Mom and Dad left Friday morning, and I was there all alone. But not for long. Soon, the three boys were at my door, begging me to play with them. So, after changing from pajamas to shorts and a 't', I soon found myself playing out on the lawn with Robbie, Chuck and Tom. And that's what I did all day, save for when Mrs. Schmidt hollered from her yard for us to come down and have lunch. And after playing in the afternoon, she came down about four, informing me that pizza was okay for the boys, and there was cash on the television to cover the delivery. It was a good evening, as we ate pizza, played some more in their back yard, then settled inside and played a board game. The boys were happy, and I even allowed them to win at the game, before telling them at about ten to go take their baths, and get ready for bed. By eleven, they were sleeping soundly, as I went and laid down on the couch, television on, and drifting off to sleep. I'm not sure what time that Mr. & Mrs. Schmidt arrived home from the party. No clock in the room, and the television station I had been watching was now off the air. This was back before we had cable in our neighborhood.

Well, I woke as I heard the door being opened, causing me to jump up to my feet. I was greeted by Mr. Schmidt, who was a bit inebriated, and a frowning Mrs. Schmidt. She smiled, as she saw I had been sleeping on the couch, saying "Go on, John. Get back to sleep."

I turned, and went back to the couch, listening to them walking heavily down the hall, with him muttering away some nonsense, I couldn't make out what, though. I heard them in their bedroom, just down the hall, as I slowly drifted off to sleep. I was on my back, when I heard someone walking back through the living room towards the kitchen. A light came on, and cracking my eyes open, I saw her standing there, in front of the fridge, wearing just her bra and panties. That got me awake! I had never taken much notice of her before, but I was right then and there. She was beautiful! She was mumbling to herself, and I was chuckling inside. These two sure do a lot of that. Then, she turned my way, and I jerked my head away, trying not to look like I was watching her. I heard the door to the fridge close, then her footsteps, and she stopped, right there in the living room. I stopped breathing, wondering what on earth she was doing. But, after a few moments, I heard her sigh, then head on down the hall.

I, on the other hand, dismissed it as all being my good luck, as I fell asleep, with the image of Mrs. Schmidt's partially nude form still in my mind. I dreamed. A wonderful dream. I dreamed I was laying on the Schmidt�s couch, in the living room, and a lady was kneeling on the floor next to me. Her body was up underneath the blanket, and my pecker was between her lips. I was groaning, enjoying the feeling as she tugged my cock, sucking me, and rubbing my balls. I placed a hand on her head, running my fingers through her hair. My hand went lower, touching her shoulder, then, finding her breasts, covered in a bra. Then, the most wonderful feeling. A feeling I usually get when I jerk my cock at home in the shower, or into tissue in my bedroom. I heard myself groan, as my cock erupted, and the sound of her gagging, as my seed filled her hot, wet mouth. I was breathing heavily, enjoying the feeling of a wonderful blowjob. Thinking that this is a wonderful dream. She nursed on my cock, getting it all and not leaving any residue. And then, she released my meat, tucking it back inside the fly of my pajama's, came up and kissed my lips, stood, and turned, and I heard her walk away. And, I thought it was all a dream. A very satisfying dream. A dream that seemed all to real, when I woke to the sound of someone cooking in the kitchen. And he smell of coffee and frying bacon.

I lifted my head up, and looked into the kitchen. There stood Mrs. Schmidt, in a housecoat, smiling, as she cooked at the stove. And I had a morning woodie, as I sat up, and with the blanket around me, I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. It took some time for the swelling to go down before I was finally able to go. And after that, I changed into my day clothes, and exited the bathroom. And all the while, I was thinking about that dream. And Mrs. Schmidt. I came back into the living room, the boys were rolling out of bed, and Mrs. Schmidt was telling them to get dressed and washed up for breakfast. She then looked my way, and smiled. I had a hard time the rest of the day, starting with breakfast, as the boys and I ate as she served us a good, morning meal.

And the rest of the day, the memory of my dream, and seeing her standing in front of the fridge, was replayed in my mind, over and over, as I played with the three boys. Mr. & Mrs. Schmidt left at about five this time, leaving me some more money, and I ended up walking the boys down to a local restaurant, where we ate and came on back home, after stopping at a ice cream parlor along the way, of course. The evening was full of play, as we did another board game or two, before I sent them to the bathroom at ten, just like the previous night, and then off to bed by eleven. The evening news was over, I had just checked on the boys, they being fast asleep, and had then laid down, pulling the blanket up over me. I was in my pajama's, and I was stroking my hard cock, the thought about last night replaying itself once more.

It was probably an hour later, past midnight, I'm sure, and I was still stroking my very rigid cock, when I heard the Schmidt�s pull into the driveway. There was some sort of commotion, I wasn't sure what, as I laid there and listened. Then, the door opened, and in walked someone. A hand touched my shoulder, a feminine hand, and a voice said "John, I need your help."

It was Mrs. Schmidt, and I sat up, saying "Sure, I'm still awake."

She had reached over, and turned the light on at the end of the couch. She was looking down at where I was sitting, the bright light showing the extremely large tent in the front of my pajama bottoms. A smile on her face, as he lifted her face up, "My husband has had too much to drink, can you help me get him inside?"

I nodded my head yes, as she took my hand and I followed her outside. There was Mr. Schmidt, laying across the hood of their station wagon. I suppressed a chuckle, as I got a shoulder underneath his right arm, and she was on the other side, as we got him up, and the three of us staggered up to the door, through the living room, and into the bedroom. As he landed on the bed, she said "Help me get him undressed."

I looked at her a bit funny, but I shrugged. He smelled something awful, drunk and all he was, as I soon found myself helping her get him out of his clothes. Soon he was just in his briefs, and we had him under the covers, with him snoring the whole time. She sighed, looked at me, and smiled. I didn't know what to do, as she came around, took my hand, and pulled me out of the room, turning out the light as we went.

Once in the living room, she turned to me, and gave me a hug, surprising me. Then, she said "Okay, why don't you go on back to sleep now, John. I do appreciate all you've done."

"No problem, Mrs. Schmidt. I always enjoy playing with your sons." I replied.

She smiled, went to the chair where my clothes were laying, and then went and turned out the light. I wasn�t sure what to do, as I started to the couch, but she stopped me, saying "Come, everything here will be okay now. Why don't I walk you home. That way you can sleep in your own bed."

I mumbled out "Yeah, sure." as I felt her hand tugging on mine. Soon we were heading down the street. Nothing being said, and me? My mind was racing. I mean, she was walking me home? Why? We got to my house, and in my clothes were the keys. I took them from her, unlocked the door, and stepped on inside. She came in right behind me, closing the door, and locking it. I softly said "Shit!"

She said "Watch your mouth, young man." Then, the softness of her lips on mine. My cock throbbed, as my hands fell to her sides, feeling the fine softness of her skin through her blouse. She pushed me away suddenly, causing me to be a bit disappointed, until she said "Where's your bedroom?" Our house is the same set up as hers. A ranch, three bedrooms and one and a half bath. In the dark, we walked down the hall, and at my door, I reached in and flipped on the light. I turned, and she looked past me, towards the bathroom. She then turned, gave me a kiss, and said "Go on and get on the bed and out of your clothes, I'll be there shortly."

That's when it hit me, I was going to get laid! In my own bedroom, by a neighbor lady! I was naked in a flash, laying on that bed, my back up against the headboard, stroking my very hard cock with my right hand. Maybe five minutes went by. Five very long, agonizing minutes! I heard the toilet flush, and shortly thereafter, there she was standing there in all her naked glory in the doorframe. Her short blonde hair framing a radiantly smiling face, broad shoulders, and breasts that were standing out, about the size of grapefruits, with long, dark pink nipples. And her waist, thin, with a bit of a belly, and the first live pussy that I've ever seen. A thick matting of blonde hair covered it, as she walked quickly over to my bed. I was stunned by her beauty, as she knelt at the end of the bed, then leaned forward, taking my throbbing cock into her hands, and started sucking on my tool. Her breasts were hanging there, as I watched them sway as her head bobbed up and down on my meat.

I close my eyes, leaned my head back, and smiled, enjoying the feeling of this older woman as she gave me a great blow job. And then, my body stiffened, as I croaked out "Oh gawd!" as my cock spewed forth a mouthful. I opened my eyes to see her bulging cheeks and throat, as she expertly swallowed my load. She was grinning at me, her eyes looking my way, mouth still stuffed with my cock, sucking every drop of my cum from my balls. Then, she released me from mouth and hands, and crawled up onto my lap. Taking my hands, she pulled them to her round breasts, and I was quickly squeezing them. She winced at first, and said "Not so hard, John."

I apologized, saying "Sorry."

Giggling, her salty lips kissed mine, as she then said "So, how was your second blow job?"

So, it wasn't a dream! I smiled, "I thought last night was too real." I felt my cock, still hard, throbbing up against her sex.

After a quick kiss, she said "No, it was very real." She then got up, and said "Come on, you can lick me. I want to get wet so I can take that fat, long cock of yours."

I hadn't a clue as to what she was talking about. But I was sure she was going to show me. I was soon on my back, the length of my bed, and she was on top of me, her wiggly ass above my face. I could smell her crotch. It wasn't nasty, nor was it sweet, as I felt her hands clutched my shaft, and her mouth engulf my prick once more. Then, she lowered her crotch to my face, and I quickly opened my mouth up, sticking out my tongue. I wasn't completely in the dark, for I read about this in a dirty magazine. I just wasn't sure how to go about it. I need not have worried, as she was grinding her snatch down on my lips, guiding her body to where she wanted licked. And I discovered the more I flicked my tongue, where she wanted me to flick it, which was just at the top of her slit, the harder she ground her furry bush into my face. And I watched, as her pussy lips parted, and I could see her pink little hole. I reached with my hands, pulling her ass cheeks apart, getting a better view as I continued licking. There was a round object that I was licking the most, a small bit of flesh, which protruded outwards from her body. There was a small piece of skin covering half of it, and with my fingers, I reached into her slit as I licked, and nudged it with the tip of my finger. Wow! Talk about a response! Her whole damn body went rigid, and a loud, muffled scream could be heard from her, as I plunged a finger from my other hand into her hole, feeling it grip onto it, and her whole body started to shake. It was then I noticed the fluids coming from her hole, and I eagerly started lapping at them. I felt even more horny, as I tasted her cream, as she bucked her hips some more, when my tongue entered her passage, as she cried out again.

Then, she was off of me, as she rolled to the side, her left arm over her face, as her breasts rose and fall. I sat up, and moved around so I could suck her tits. Her luscious, and quite tasty tits. She sighed, followed by a slight moan. My mouth went to the far breast, my right hand taking it's place at the near one, and my left hand went to her crotch. I was rubbing her slit, and her legs parted, and I was wondering if I could go any farther. I need not have wondered. Her hands grabbed my face, and pulled me up to her, where she kissed my lips. Her mouth opened, and so did mine, and our tongues were entwined together. I felt her left leg move, forcing it's way underneath me and spreading out, causing me to be between her legs. And my cock, it was there, right at her entrance, and I pushed forward. She gasped into my mouth as my pecker slid on in. God, it felt wonderful!

Her hips started bucking, and I did the same, pumping my cock into her as we kept on kissing. My hands going down to her tits, squeezing them, but not as hard as before. Soon, I had my face buried into the mattress, as we had our arms wrapped about each other, my ass rising and falling at a very fast pace, as I was driving my hard cock quickly in and out of her cunt. And the air was filled with the sounds of us grunting together, with the sound of my balls slapping the cheeks of her ass, as I went at it. And when her body went rigid, I covered her mouth with mine, as she screamed into it, her cunt muscles rippling along my shaft as they clamped down, causing me to groan as I felt my balls release a load, as it rushed up my cock, emptying deep inside of her womb.

A few minutes went by, and I raised myself up, bringing my knees forward. She opened her eyes, smiling, and brought her arms up and stretched them out onto the bed over her head. With sleepy looking eyes, she looked at me, and said "Oh god, you're cock is still hard."

"Is that okay?" I asked.

She laughed, closed her eyes, and sad "Don't stop, not yet."

I didn't stop, as I went at it for over an hour, sliding my cock in and out of her, slowing the pace, picking it up, and rubbing her tits and clit with my hands. She orgasmed five more times, before I finally felt that wonderful feeling of a good cum. And when it hit, she was watching my face, as I grimaced, enjoying the feeling of my pulsing cock, as it filled her with another load.

I pulled out, and leaned back against my headboard. She leaned up onto her elbows, her legs stretched out, and I watched as my cum leaked slowly out of her hole. My cock, although it was softening up, was twitching a bit, enjoying the view. She smiled, sat up, then was on her knees once more, between my legs, as she sucked my cock into her wonderful mouth. I watched in amazement, as she spent ten minutes sucking me, with me in total lust. Then, she stopped, still holding my cock, she pulled me up, and stepped off the bed. I stood as well, hell, I had too, as she still was holding my prick. She then turned around, got down on her knees on the bed, leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall, and looked over her shoulder at me, saying "Fuck me, John. Slam it in, and fuck me as hard and as fast as you can!"

Hey, I can handle those directions. I guided my cock into her hot hole, slid in hard, grabbed her hips, and went at it. For forty minutes! I fucked her hard and fast, and she was cumming left and right. And then, when I finally creamed her snatch once more, I had a hold of both her breasts, squeezing hard, as we both roared as our orgasms came as one. In a heap we collapsed, before she finally pushed me off, saying "Come on, John."

I groaned "Huh?"

She laughed, as she was now standing, "We need to clean this room up. Those sheets will definitely need to be washed." With that she stripped my bed, and was out of my room. I staggered down the hall to the bathroom, and took a much deserved leak. It was pushing three in the morning, as I peed. And in a moment, I heard the washer running. She soon was in the bathroom, pulling me into the shower. Yes, the washer was running, but she didn't care, as she soon had the water running, albeit not very warm, and we playfully washed each other off. Then after drying, she picked up her clothes off of the vanity, and we went back to my room. I thought she would get dressed, but instead, she stayed naked, and pulled me onto the bed. I exhaled, as I wrapped my teen arms about her, and kissed her neck, and my cock was hard once again.

She smirked, as she felt it grow against her naked thigh, as she reached down, and grabbed it. I was hoping that this would continue, but I was right in thinking that it was not to be. She sighed, and rolled over, facing me, and said "You realize that this is a one-time thing."

I frowned, and said "Yeah, I sort of figured that."

She smiled, and kissed my lips. Then she said "Don't worry about it. You did great for your first time." We heard the washer stop, and she jumped out of bed. I watched her naked ass, as she walked out of my bedroom, and a few seconds later, I heard the dryer running. She soon was back in my room, and she bent to pick up her panties. As she pulled them up over her snatch, I said "Thank you."

She looked at me, and grinned, as she grabbed her bra, "And thank you." After tucking those fine breasts of hers away, she came and sat on the edge of the bed, as she pulled her nylons on. "Go get your sheets out in the morning. Make your bed, no use arousing suspicion from your mother."

I laid a hand on her thigh, as she pulled her blouse on. She turned her head, facing me, and went on, "This is to be our little secret, okay?" She leaned over, and we kissed. Parting, she grabbed her skirt, and stood up, putting it on. She then said "And one little more secret."

I was puzzled, as I asked "What's that?"

She giggled, leaned over and gave me another kiss, "Denise likes you. Likes you lots." She stood up straight, and as she walked towards the door, she said "Best if I show myself out. Why don't you ask that girl to go on a date or something." She stopped, turned, and with a grin, added, "Just don't move as fast as I did with you, okay?" I nodded my grinning head yes, and she blew me a kiss. I laid my head down, and exhaled, as I heard her leave my house. It was all too much. Our little secret, hah! Like who would believe me if I told them?

I did as I was told concerning the sheets for my bed, getting them out of the dryer and onto my bed once I woke up in the morning. Late in the morning. I never knew that sex would wear someone out like that! My parents arrived home late in the evening, happy to see me, and asking how my weekend babysitting went. I just smiled, and told them it went well. A week later, I gathered up the courage to ask Denise out for a date. It turns out Mrs. Schmidt was not lying, as she seemed eager to do just that. We ended up dating all through high school, and while in college, we married, and eventually we had four kids, and we are still very much in love with one another. Of course, the first time I managed to go all the way with Denise, I had already had good practice. I would like to think that just that little bit of expereince allowed me to have a good first time with Denise, making her fall in love with me even more.

As for Mrs. Schmidt, a month went by. It was a Saturday night, and I was getting home from work at about ten. There were cops at the end of the street, at the Schmidt house. I saw Mr. Schmidt being led away in handcuffs, as I went on inside my house. I was at the table for breakfast the following morning, mom cooking pancakes, and dad sitting at the table sipping coffee. He didn't look happy, as he read the morning paper. I took a seat, saying "Good morning."

Momma smiled as she turned to look at me, saying "Good morning dear."

I asked "What all happened at the Schmidt's place?"

Momma's face went blank, as Dad mumbled something I couldn't understand. Momma cleared her throat, and said "Mr. Schmidt beat up Mrs. Schmidt."

I was stunned, "Why would he do that?"

Both of them looked at each other, and dad put down the paper, saying "Well, you're old enough. I guess we can tell you. Mrs. Schmidt is pregnant."

I did my best, knowing it was probably me that was the father, as I stated "So? Why did he beat her up?"

Momma sighed, shaking her head, and said "Mr. Schmidt had a vasectomy two years ago." She looked at me a bit funny, and added, "So he isn�t the father of the baby."

I sat back into my chair, my heart beating, and I said the first thing that came to my mind, "Wow! You mean Mrs. Schmidt was cheating on him? With who?"

Dad shrugged, as momma handed him a plate full of food, as he replied "No one knows. And we probably won't be finding out any time soon. She packed up the kids and moved up home to her mothers up by Green Bay."

I said "Wow, that's amazing!" as momma gave me a plateful of food, all the while still giving me that funny glare.

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