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Hasn't Your Mother Told You? - 1
by Johndough (no address provided)

***

In part one, A young girl gets her first job as a 
babysitter but her mother's boss at the local massage 
parlor makes her a better offer with an added surprise 
when she "auditions" to take her mother's place while 
her mom is gone on a cruise. (MM/f-teen, ped, inc, 
1st, mast)

***

PART 1

Angela Simon was a very ripe 13 year old dark golden 
haired, blue eyed tease who was looking forward to her 
14th birthday when she would be allowed by her single 
parent over protective mother to do some work to earn 
money as a babysitter. She appreciated the gesture but 
what she really wanted was to work at a REAL job like 
McDonald's or Burger King or Target. But they were all 
off limits to her until she was 16, as was dating.

Part of the reason she was feeling stifled was the 
fact that she seemed so much more mature than her 
classmates because she spent so much of her time 
alone. Her mother worked at a local club as a massage 
therapist. Angela wasn't sure just what that entailed 
but she knew her mom worked most evenings and started 
right after supper. They would have breakfast together 
and then Angela would go to school and her mother, 
June, would go back to bed until school got out. Then 
June would get up and make supper and help Angela with 
her homework. After eating she would head out to work 
and Angela would watch TV until bedtime.

Occasionally her mother would have to fill in for one 
of her coworkers and Angela would go home and 
microwave a frozen dinner or heat up a pizza. Today 
was one of those days. It was Wednesday and her 
birthday would be on Saturday but her English teacher 
and her husband were having their anniversary on 
Friday and needed a babysitter for their 5 and 6 year 
old girls. Mrs. Watson was also Angela's adviser and 
knew about her mother's permission to babysit. But she 
needed to know on Thursday in case she needed to find 
another babysitter.

Angela had never been inside her mother's club on 
strict orders from her mother but this was an 
emergency and she was sure she would be forgiven. She 
rode her bike up to the back door of EVE'S HEALTH SPA 
that had no outside handle but it did have a doorbell 
which she rang.

The door was opened by a good looking man around her 
grandfather's age. Angela recognized him as the club's 
owner Jim Barnes. She and her mother had run into him 
at the store about a week ago. Her mom seemed a little 
uncomfortable and reluctant to introduce her daughter 
to him but maybe that was just the impression she 
transferred from her own adolescent reactions to 
members of the male gender giving her the once over. 
It was a reaction she was getting more and more often 
as she rode around town on her bike or went into the 
shops. It was an unusually warm spring and she was 
spending a lot of time in her new bikini and a pair of 
cutoff shorts and so she was even more conscious of 
the attention.

"Hi Mr. Barnes, is my mom available?"

"She's with a – client at the moment. Is it something 
important? Something about the cruise?"

Her mother was going to be gone for a week beginning 
Friday night on a special annual cruise the club 
arranged for its members and every year two masseuses 
were selected to go with. This was the first time her 
mother had been invited and she told Angela it would 
mean a lot of money for them. They had arranged for 
her to spend that week at her friend Susie's but Mrs. 
Watson had said if her mom let her babysit then she 
could spend Friday night there.

"In a way, Saturday's my birthday and mom said I could 
get a job when I turned 14 –"

"So you want to be a masseuse like your mom? Lots of 
good money in it. Especially for someone as young and 
good looking as yourself. We'll be shorthanded with 
your mom gone next week. You could pick up a couple of 
thousand for your college fund."

"A couple thousand? In one week? I'll think about 
it...she said I could be a babysitter and my English 
teacher offered me a job Friday night. I'll still be 
13 but only for a day so I hope it is all right with 
her."

"I'll pass the message onto her and she can give you 
your answer before school in the morning. You sure you 
don't want to try being a masseuse? We would keep it a 
secret from your mom? You could come by at 8 Saturday 
morning and audition?"

"Audition? But I have to go to my friend Susie's to 
spend the week."

"If you really want to audition I have a friend named 
Bob Porter who has two young boys and he is often in 
need of a babysitter. He would be quite willing to 
cover for you until Sunday if you pass the audition. 
Saturday is our biggest night and you could make a lot 
of money and then go to Susie's Sunday morning."

"Mr. Porter the gym teacher?"

"You know him?"

"Yes," Angela immediately remembered the classes in 
sex ed he had taught and how hard it was not to try 
imagining having sex with the handsome 30 year old 
black haired stud. All the girls had a crush on him. 
She blushed.

"Okay, I'll be here Saturday morning. What should I 
wear?"

"That outfit at the store last week would be just 
fine. And I'll make sure your mom gets the message 
about Friday night."

Angela was very excited and wanted to talk to her 
mother about Mr. Barnes offer but was sure her mother 
would say no way. It would be much better to see if 
she could pass the audition and be offered the job 
before bringing it to her mother's attention. At home 
she called Susie and told her that she had a 
babysitting job on Saturday night as well and wouldn't 
be to her house until Sunday morning. Susie said that 
would be fine.

In the morning her mom told her over breakfast that it 
would be okay to babysit for her English teacher on 
Friday night and then have a good week with Susie. She 
was filling in for the other girl again that night and 
would be sleeping in on Friday morning since she had 
to leave for the cruise at noon. Angela assured her 
she would go home from school with Mrs. Watson and 
spend the night there. She kissed her mom goodbye and 
headed off to school. 

Friday would be the last day of school for the year 
and so Thursday was a day of final tests. Including a 
final in sex ed with Bob Porter during the last hour. 
As everyone dropped their exams on his desk Angela 
stayed back to be the last.

"I understand we are getting last hour off tomorrow so 
I just wanted to say have a great summer."

"Thank you, Angela. I understand you are looking for 
work and want to babysit on Saturday night."

"Well, um, I mean..."

"That's okay. Jim told me your situation and I will 
cover for you if you get the job. Good luck."

That night and the next day seemed to move at a 
snail's pace for the hot adolescent. She had the 
feeling that her mother's job was more something for 
adults but the thrill of being asked to audition for 
it had her very excited. At the end of school they put 
her bike in the back of Mrs. Watson's SUV and drove to 
her house.

Angela had never been to the big house on the edge of 
town with its big lawn and fancy security systems. The 
husband was some sort of computer whiz and the whole 
house had cameras hidden in it. Even the bathrooms, 
although Angela didn't know that. They made her feel 
right at home and told her to call them Barb and Tom. 
Their five year old daughter was Sandy and the six 
year old was Cindy. They slept in the same bedroom and 
shared the same bedtime. And after they were asleep, 
Angela was free to watch TV or a DVD until they got 
home. She would be sleeping in the room next to theirs 
which served as a guest room. 

Then they were off to celebrate their 10th 
anniversary.

Angela watched a Disney movie with the girls and then 
put them to bed. She then went to her room and 
stripped off her shorts, bikini and shoes and put on a 
loose t-shirt and thong panties that didn't even cover 
up her thick little bush. 

She was proud of that bush and loved to run her 
fingers through it every chance she got. Buying the 
thong had been the naughtiest thing she had ever done 
and she still washed them by hand so her mother 
wouldn't know she had them. At night she would pull it 
inside her slit trapping her clit between the edges of 
the material and leaving her bush available to stroke. 
By tweaking the material around her clit and gently 
tugging her bush she had been giving herself orgasms 
for the last four months. She had noticed one day that 
her mother shaved and asked her about it.

"Don't do it," she advised. "Do it once and you are 
stuck doing it forever. If you stop you get stubble 
and ingrown hairs and I wish I had never done it. But 
Mr. Barnes wants it one way or the other so I am stuck 
with it because I don't have the time to let it grow 
back."

Angela wondered why Mr. Barnes would know about her 
mother's private part but she didn't say anything.

At 11 o'clock she went up and went to bed determined 
to be well rested for the next day's audition.

At around 1:30 she was woken up by sound of Barb and 
Tom returning. By the conversation it seemed that Barb 
had been celebrating much more than Tom.

"Help me, Tom. I can't get these clothes off and I 
need you to fuck me now. I need you. Help me..." 

There were sounds of the bed springs creaking on the 
far side of the adjoining door and then the door was 
suddenly opened and a naked Tom staggered into 
Angela's room.

"Angela? You awake? I need some help with Barb. She 
celebrated quite a bit tonight and I am having trouble 
getting her undressed for bed."

Angela did her best not to stare at the first male 
cock she had ever seen in real life. She followed Tom 
into their bedroom and found Barb in a state of 
disarray and semi-consciousness.

Barb Watson was a strawberry blond with her hair down 
to her shoulder blades and now tied into a ponytail. 
Her green eyes were struggling to focus when Angela 
sat down on her side of the bed. Tom helped her to sit 
up so they could get her blouse and bra off but just 
as they finished all of her celebrating caught up with 
her and threw up all over Angela and herself and the 
bed.

"Quick," Tom said springing off the bed, "Get your top 
off and try to keep it from getting on the floor or 
bedspread. It's easy to wash the sheets and your 
clothes."

He slid the bedspread off and satisfied himself that 
it had been spared as Angela whipped off her t-shirt 
without a second thought and, feeling some vomit in 
her lap she stood up and stripped off her thong as 
well. It didn't even occur to her that she was 
standing naked in front of a male adult and her 
favorite teacher as she was too busy thinking what to 
do next to get the mess cleaned up.

First thing they did was strip the skirt, stockings 
and panties off of Barb (who Angela was happy to see 
didn't shave her bush either and it matched the light 
orange on her head) and then they walked her across 
the hall to the bathroom with the large walk-in 
shower. Tom adjusted the temperature of the spray and 
then he and Angela took turns supporting Barb and 
washing her off. 

It went pretty well until Barb started to topple 
forward. Angela immediately slid in front of her to 
keep her from falling a second before Tom reached down 
to grab her crotch and lift her up. Instead of his 
wife he got a handful of teenage pussy. It took him a 
second until he realized it was a smaller pussy than 
his wife's and it took Angela the same second to 
experiencing a sudden thrill from having a man 
touching her where no one had touched her since her 
mother last bathed her when she was 4.

Tom pulled his hand away at once.

"Oh, please, put it back it felt wonderful!" Angela 
pleaded. Tom hesitated a moment but it was obvious 
Barb was still more out of it than in so he put his 
hand back over his babysitter's mound and slid his 
finger along her slit. After a couple of swipes he 
slid his middle finger up into her and noticed how wet 
she was where the shower water would never have 
reached. She was definitely ripe and ready. He added a 
second finger and a third. He stopped when he reached 
her hymen because he didn't want to deprive her of her 
most precious gift especially because she unexpectedly 
found herself highly aroused. Instead he began to 
thrust his fingers in and out. He could feel he was 
stretching her thin membrane but wasn't in any danger 
of breaking it. 

Until two things happened at once. Angela in the 
middle of the most powerful orgasm of her young life 
instinctively tried to lower herself onto his fingers 
and get as much of them inside her as possible. And 
Barb started to slip forward. Tom immediately went to 
lift Barb back up but his hand was still in Angela and 
in an instant his three fingers tore through her 
delicate hymen. Angela was in the throes of another 
orgasm and while she registered the moment of pain her 
endorphins quickly suppressed it. She rode the crest 
of the orgasm as Tom withdrew his hand from its 
intimate contact with her.

"I'm sorry, Angela," Tom said, "I didn't mean for that 
to happen."

"Don't be sorry. I'm not. I have never come that hard 
in my life."

Barb was coming around. 

"Are you cheating on me, Tom? On our anniversary no 
less?" she started laughing drunkenly so they knew she 
was only joking.

"I'll get the sheets and clothes started in the 
washer," Angela said as her teacher became steadier on 
her feet. 

Tom nodded and Angela took a towel from the linen 
closet to dry off and wrap around herself. She 
collected the soiled clothes and sheets and started 
the washer. Tom helped Barb out of the shower and 
toweled her off as best he could before lifting the 
lid on the toilet and having her sit on it. Then he 
joined Angela in the bedroom and helped her put new 
sheets on the bed. She had trouble with the towel 
coming loose so she finally just took it off and threw 
it on the floor by the door. Tom laughed and did the 
same with the one around his waist.

Barb staggered out of the bathroom drying her hair. 
Seeing the other towels on the floor she added hers to 
the pile and headed over to her husband.

"Now you may be the sexiest girl in school, Angela, 
but Tom belongs to me," she reached down and took hold 
of his rock hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. 
"And this is mine. Since 10 years ago tonight this has 
belonged only to me. Hasn't it, dear?"

"Absolutely, my love," he responded by bending down to 
kiss her just as he had on their wedding day. 

Angela was mesmerized as they seemed to forget she was 
there and proceeded lower themselves on to the bed and 
put on a live porno show for their innocent young 
babysitter. She stood there and watched Tom slide 
between Barb's legs and line his 9 inch cock up with 
her slit.  Then in a flash his cock disappeared 
completely inside her to the point where his brown 
pubic hairs were meshed with her strawberry blond ones 
and Barb gasped in pleasure.

In a minute he began to thrust in and out and Angela 
knew at once that they were fucking. Fascinated as she 
was she felt her teacher would not approve of her 
student watching her and her husband so she backed up 
to the door between her room and theirs and continued 
backing until she bumped into her bed. She lay down 
with the covers off and her legs spread and began to 
rub her pussy in rhythm with their moans of passion. 
Then Tom thrust in deep and Angela knew that he was 
cumming and she it pushed her over the edge.

She was on the edge of sleep when she heard someone in 
her room and her teacher's voice through the door.

"Tom, come back here. I need your cock now. What are 
you doing in there?"

"I just want to make sure Angela's all right. You did 
manage to throw up all over her during her first night 
as a babysitter."

"I'm sorry. Is she asleep?"

Angela just lay there on her back with her hand over 
her pussy and pretended to be asleep. Her light came 
on and Tom moved over by the bed whispering.

"God, Barb is an animal tonight and I need to get an 
erection fast. Just let me look at you for a minute."

Angela still feigned sleep but took her hand off her 
pussy and pretending to stretch thrusting her breasts 
up with their now erect dark pink plumpers and 
spreading her legs further allowing him to see what no 
one had seen since her mother saw her 4 year old 
hairless slit.

She focused her gaze straight at Tom's dangling cock 
and watched in fascination as it quickly rose back to 
attention. Just from the sight of her. She felt her 
pussy tingling at the thought of the power she held to 
elicit that response from an adult.

"She's fine. Sound asleep," Tom said turning off the 
light and returning to his wife with a fully loaded 
and primed cock.

Angela drifted off to sleep to the sound of their love 
making.

At 7 she woke up to find her t-shirt and thong 
underwear on the bed. She put them in her backpack and 
took out her new bikini that her mother didn't know 
about. She had bought it with Susie at the Mall a week 
ago and kept it hidden. Not that that was much of a 
problem since it consisted of three small triangles of 
fabric—two that barely contained her lovely and highly 
responsive inch and a half dark pink areolas and 
pencil eraser nipples and one that could only contain 
her lovely pubic bush if she stood still. They were 
blue because it brought out the blue in her eyes.

Tom was in the kitchen when she came down and helped 
her get her bike out of the car.

"Sorry about last night."

"Oh that's okay. I hope she doesn't feel to guilty 
about it this morning."

"She won't even know about it. When she drinks like 
that she never remembers what happened. At least on 
the three occasions it happened before."

"Then we'll just pretend it never happened. Call me if 
you need me again."

"I will."

Definitely I will, Tom thought as he watched her pedal 
down the driveway, the next time Barb takes the kids 
to her folks for the weekend...

Continued in part 2...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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