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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Who Loves Ya', Baby(sitter)

In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous synapses crossing each other, I thought, "Gee, wouldn't it be keen to tell the early stories of how I, Harvey Marcus, started screwing around with younger women?" Younger but legal.  

This is my second Official Retrospective.  Having broken through the moral boundary, succumbing to a seduction by Annie's sitter Daphne [Ditz], I was vulnerable to additional opportunities.  An unexpected upchuck and an assertive mother led me to my second indiscretion.  All her daughter wanted to know was that she was desirable.  With her mother's coaching, she got more than she expected.

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Babysitter Redux

Ditz's (really Daphne's) resignation phone call shocked Harriett, but I was expecting it.  Smith and Jones, my two bowling (and now balling) buddies both said that they lost Ditz as a sitter for their kids immediately after they'd had sex with her.  Too bad, really, because it was the only real sex I'd had with a living, breathing woman in a long time.  And finding a competent babysitter would be tough, too.

I left the selection of a replacement to Harriett.  I was afraid I'd be swayed by the candidates' demeanor, especially her sensuality.  After succumbing to Ditz's seduction, I had little grip on what my limitations were.  If presented with another opportunity to fuck Annie's babysitter, would I? Was the barrier completely down? And what was with Ditz's parents, anyway, condoning their daughter's sexual activity, and endorsing our sexual liaison? Was that the standard for parents? For Annie's sake, I hoped not.

Leave it to Harriett, the news sitter named Alyssa Bollard was bookish in looks, lifeless shoulder-length brown hair, dark rimmed circular plastic eyeglass frames that always seemed to be sliding down her nose, and not much in the way of hips or ass.  However, beneath her loose-fitting blouses and sweaters lived a pair of bounteous breasts.  Oh, she kept them well hidden.  Bound to her torso, perhaps, with no sway to them at all.  But they were unmistakable in profile.  

Harriett introduced us, as if we'd never met.  Perhaps Harriett's memory wasn't bulletproof after all.  She seemed to be unaware that we'd met Alyssa before, or that Alyssa and I had a previous encounter.  The last New Year's Eve, we attended a party.  Alyssa and her parents attended as well.  If I'm not mistaken, that's how Harriett got Alyssa's name as a possible sitter.  Anyway, it was a minute before midnight, and Harriett excused herself to the washroom.  I expected it was because she wanted to avoid a scene, me asking for the traditional midnight kiss, and Harriett's aversion to public displays of affection.  Private ones too, to be honest.  So there I was, standing alone.  I noticed Alyssa, holding her drink, also alone.  We shared smiles.  Somehow, accidental choreography put us side by side as the host counted down from ten.  At "Zero.  Happy New Year" we faced each other.  It seemed the correct thing to do, but we were both awkward in our head movements.  Our faces bobbed and weaved.  I was trying to kiss her cheek.  With her head turned, I puckered and moved forward.   Her head turned, and my lips brushed against hers.  No harm, no foul.  Except Alyssa put her hand on my shoulder.  It was wrong, but my lips returned to hers.  The second kiss was a real one, needy, demanding, succulent.  We backed away after what seemed to be minutes but had probably been mere seconds.  Her face was flushed, and I was hardening in my slacks, which were somewhat baggy from unintentional weight loss.  She danced away, and that was the last time I'd seen her, until she showed up at our front door for babysitting duties.

I did my best to maintain a safe distance.  Brief comments in passing.  "Hello." "How are you today?" No accidental sightings in underwear, hers or mine.  No sitting on laps or touching.  A strict distance made for a good relationship.  And, no mention of our New Years Eve kissing.

Then one fateful incident.  Harriett and I were scheduled to attend a fancy dinner dance.  Due to the late hour of our return, Alyssa was going to stay overnight.  I was on my best behavior, locking the bedroom door when I changed into my suit, and giving Alyssa complete privacy.  After dinner, Harriett refused to dance with me.  Perhaps she thought that me holding her was too intimate an act.  So we left earlier than expected.  There was laughing and splashing upstairs when we got home.  I went up to check on the hubbub.  Alyssa was on her knees next to the tub bathing Annie.  Annie was splashing up a storm, soaking everything in sight.  Alyssa's print cotton nightgown was soaked, clinging to her breasts.  There was no way to avoid seeing the gentle contour and size of her tits.  She looked at me, then down at her chest.  Her face got red as she pulled the material away from her body.  No use.  The nightgown slapped back as soon as she let go, revealing everything.  They were hangers, with a steep slope.  I swiveled and exited the room, trying to drive the image from my mind.  They were just breasts, I told myself, and I had no rights.  Not to touch or caress or nibble or -.  Shit.  The profile of her chest was burned into my brain.

By staying away and virtually locking myself in one room or another when Alyssa was over, I avoided any possible incidents.  My sudden departures from a room she'd entered often left Alyssa standing there, mouth open, attempting to engage me in conversation.  What did we have to talk about, anyway? Time alone with this young woman would have been just the kind of slippery slope that led me to sex with Ditz, a situation I was desperate to avoid.  On some occasions, Harriett had me pay Alyssa and let her out.  During those brief encounters, Alyssa would blur out questions, principally about boys and dating.  "When you were dating-", "A boy asked me out and-" I feigned ignorance, mumbling something about how times had changed since I dated.  Given Ditz's parents' enthusiastic support of me fucking their daughter, they sure had! Dating as a movie and a soda seemed like a century ago.

Everything went well until one evening, when I walked around the garage to the back door instead of coming straight into the house.  As I walked past the kitchen window, I saw Alyssa washing something in the sink wearing only her bra.  Deep cleavage between huge breasts, at least for a teen.  I couldn't help getting stiff.  After all, Ditz had been my last sex, over a month ago.

I intentionally fumbled with the lock, to give Alyssa time to cover up.  When I entered, she'd draped a dishrag over her chest, not nearly big enough to cover.  "You startled me."

"Where's Annie?"

"Annie threw up a couple of times, so Mrs.  Marcus called the doctor.  They went to hospital."

"I'm going to call and check in.  Are you okay?"

"Just vomit on my blouse.  No biggie."

She was wrong.  She had two biggies, and I had a biggie growing in my pants.  "There's some on your skirt." I pointed to a splatter near the hemline.

Alyssa bent and lifted the skirt to get a better look.  The washrag slid down, exposing cleavage.  She threw a hand to stop it from falling off.  By lifting the hem to examine the other stain, she exposed more of her legs.  Shit, exactly the kind of thing I had been trying to avoid.  "Maybe I should wash this out, too?"

That meant taking off her skirt.  I couldn't tolerate seeing her in bra and panties, in my kitchen or any other room.  "Why don't you go upstairs and get out of those things?  You can use one of our bathrobes."

Alyssa nodded.  "I know where."

Had she been sneaking around our closets? I hoped she hadn't found my stash of porn.  Maybe I need to find a better place than a box at the back of my closet.

Alyssa came downstairs a few minutes later in my white bathrobe, tied tightly around her waist.  Thank God she was covered up.  I stood to exit the kitchen, but she put her hand on my arm.  "Don't go.  I have something to ask you.  Something serious."

"Not boys or dating again.  I already told you-"

"It's not about dating.  Well, not directly." She took a deep breath and exhaled.  

The lapels separated a fraction of an inch.  Knowing her full figure was within reach increased my blood pressure.  "Okay.  What's up?" Besides my dick?

"Mom said I should talk to you, but you keep avoiding me.  Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, not at all."  Not a good time to tell her how sexy I thought she was.  There would never be a good time to share that.  

"See, Mom says you'll have a male perspective.  She trusts you.  And you won't lie, right?"

"Un huh." Why would I, except about wanting to see her naked?

She hugged the robe to her chest, pressing her legs together.  "You know my dad is gone?"

I didn't.  "I'm so sorry.  When did he pass away?"

"Oh he 's still alive.  He ran off with his assistant six years ago.  She wasn't much older than I am now.  Mom can't explain why Dad would do something like that.  I mean, he married mom.  He loved her, didn't he?"

How can I explain how a man thinks? "Relationships are fragile things.  Maybe your folks were having issues, or maybe there was something about his assistant-"

"Her tits! She had big ones.  Mom isn't very endowed.  Have you met her?"

"No, I haven't had the pleasure." I must have seen her at New Year's, but the memory wasn't strong.

She got up and grabbed a photo from her purse.  "See."

Only then I remembered her from the New Year's Eve party.  She'd worn a blue sequins dress with a halter-top.  "Very pretty.  It's obvious where you get your looks." Oh shit.  Was that a come on? I didn't intend on flirting, just the opposite.

"Thanks.  You two should get together some time.  Anyway, I'm sure that's what Dad wanted.  Big tits.  Is that something that gets a man's attention?"

Hers had mine.  "For some men."

She crossed her legs. The robe slid open, just above her knee.  That's okay, not much worse than what a skirt would show.  "Have you noticed my breasts?"

I forced my eyes to stay on her face.  Perhaps they dipped down briefly, to the topic of our discussion.  I nodded and swallowed hard.

"That's the part I don't understand." She parted the robe.  Her bra was opaque, only the round edges of her tits visible.  "There, see? You don't want to run away with me, do you?"

No, but I did want to caress them, suck them.  God, what am I thinking? "Of course not.  I'm married, and you're very young-"

"I'm not that young.  Lots of my friends have done it already.  They told me."

Done it? As in, had sex? So Ditz wasn't the only sexually active young woman in town? I'd have to avoid packs of young women on the prowl for prick.

"I'll be right back." She stood, her cleavage almost in my face.  My dick throbbed.  How could I advise her on this topic without getting all worked up? I figured she was visiting the bathroom.

When she returned, she'd rewrapped the bathrobe, thank God.  She had something rolled up in her hand.  "Where were we? Oh yeah, if you find breasts distracting."

"Why do you ask?"  Was my erection obvious?

She unrolled the magazine in her hand and held it in front of her.  

Damn, one of my illustrated porn magazine.  "Where did you find that?"

"I changed your sheets and it was under your mattress."

Shit! I'd stuck it there when Harriett came home unexpectedly.  I guess I'd forgotten.   Better Alyssa than Harriett.

"I was reading this story -" The illustration showed a babysitter on her back on a kitchen table, short skirt around her waist, her blouse open, large tits pointing to the ceiling.  A man, presumably the father, standing between her legs, pants around his ankles.  Penetration wasn't explicit, but strongly implied by their positions.

"Give me that!" I grabbed the magazine from her hands.  We tussled, the robe opening with every yank.  With a sharp tug, I ripped it from her hand.  

The robe was open up the middle.  No bra!  Deep cleavage and the inside contours of her tits exposed.  She raised her hands, spread the lapels to the sides, but kept her hands up to cover.  Although her nipples were hidden, flesh hung out on both sides.  "Do you want to see them?"

I shook my head.  Of course, but I couldn't admit it.  The rumple in the sack with Ditz was a mistake, not a pattern of behavior.

Her arms dropped.  Had I nodded? "Here, take a good look, and tell me." 

They were magnificent, bulbous, hanging from her chest.  "Tell you what?"  Slight movements swung them invitingly.  The nipples stood out, proud and demanding.  

"Do you like them? My breasts, I mean?"

Did I ever! But this was wrong.   I licked my lips.  "They're very nice.  Why don't you cover up? The wash cycle is probably finished-"

"You can touch them if you want." She held them out, as if to serve them.  The nipples were puffy and red.  She was excited.  So was I.

I repeated "don't touch" to myself several times, all the while raising my hands, closing the distance.  She made the decision for me, pulling my hands the final twelve inches.  "They're too soft, aren't they?"

My hands and fingers were immobile.

"You'll have to squeeze them to know," she added.

I palpated her tit flesh.  "No, not too soft." Once I'd started, I couldn't stop.  "Very nice indeed."

She leaned her head back, mouth open.  "Oh God!" My palms rubbed her nipples.  "Keep it up," she begged.

I was already up, an erection between my legs.   An ill gotten hard on.  I let go, forcing my hands to my sides in an awkward soldier stance.

She sat up straight, breasts beckoning me for a second sampling.  This time with my lips?  Damn, get those thoughts out of your mind.

"You don't want to leave Mrs. Marcus and run away with me, do you?"

I shook my head, never taking my eyes off her tits.

"But you are fixated!  Shit!  All it takes is a big set of these," she hefted them again, "and men go brain-dead."

I strained to look her in the eyes.  "It's physiological," I explained.  "A man's pulse races, and he, well-" Do I explain erections?

"He gets stiff.  Like you are."  She pointed to my groin.  The lump in my pants was unmistakable.  "I've never seen one.  Your turn." She crisscrossed her arms, making a rack for her rack.  "Let me see what that damn secretary got."

I wasn't the one who'd run off.  And I wasn't her father, thank goodness.  I imagined a dozen arguments, all the while unbuckling my belt, and unzipping my fly.  

"Wow, you've got something big in there." 

My jockeys were barely up to the task of containing my erection.  As I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, the head of my dick popped over the elastic waistband.

"You're huge."

"And how would you know?" I asked.  For such a comment, she'd need a basis of comparison.

She hung her head and her complexion reddened.  "I've peeked at my brother, after he'd shower.  And, before he ran out on us, I saw my dad naked once.  Compared to you, his secretary got the short end of the stick." 

I looked at my poking penis, and then her face, and we bust out laughing.  Thank God, it was the perfect tension reliever.  I'd have to remember to use humor in awkward sexual situations.  Better yet, avoid awkward sexual situations altogether.

"Drop 'em, partner," she drawled.  She made a downward gesture, pointing her fingers like gun barrels.  I slid the sides of my jockeys down, skimming the length of my prick as it went.  "There, we're even," I said.

"Oh no we're not.  You got to touch me." Her arm extended, fingers wiggling in anticipation.

I couldn't let her put her hand on me.  I'd lose all control.  And we'd be too close.  I put my hands on my hips, a nude Superman with a Rod of Steel.  "Sorry, that's as far as we go."

Alyssa reached out but I brushed her hand away.  Her expression drooped.  She pulled her robe closed and skulked out as I pulled up my underwear and pants.  Major indiscretion avoided, I exhaled deeply.  Everywhere I looked, I was being tempted by succulent young female flesh.  How long before I slipped and took advantage?  I had to rid myself of such thoughts.  Ditz and her folks were an isolated incident.  Just that once and then never again.

Alyssa was unavailable for sitting the following weekend, which was fine by me.  We'd come too close to getting physically intimate.  Then, on Sunday night, Alyssa and her abandoned mother showed up.  They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.  But Alyssa was right about chest endowment.  She had her mom beat, hands down.  Or hands up, but especially shoulders back.

Alyssa had mentioned her mother and I should get together, but their unannounced arrival was a surprise.  "Hi.  You must be Alyssa's mother.  I'm Harvey-"

"I know who you are."  The pair pushed their way past me.  "I'm Emily Bollard.  Alyssa, tell Mr. Marcus what happened last night."

Alyssa's voice quivered.  "I went to my semiformal with Jake.  He's one of the popular jocks.  He told me he and his girlfriend had split up and he wanted to take me.  I was flattered.  The dance was nice and all, and we went out to dinner."

"Go on, get to the important part," Emily coached.

"Afterwards, Jake drove to the lakefront.  He said we were going to watch the submarine races.  I told him I didn't know there were submarines in Lake Michigan."

Even I'd used that ruse with dates, to park out near the lake.  It was a make-out spot.  I'd gotten lucky pretty often, maybe because the idea of the lakefront is somewhat romantic.  I must have smiled, because Emily scowled.  

"Before I knew it, Jake unzipped my dress and pulled down the front.  He told me to unhook my bra.  So I did.  Then he nuzzled my breasts and played with my nipples."

"He didn't!"  I feigned outrage.  Lucky guy.  My memory of Alyssa's body was fresh.  

"He did.  Then he unzipped his pants and told me he was going to tit fuck me.  He knelt on the bench seat but that position didn't work.  That's when he pushed me back.  My head slammed on the passenger door."

"Not a very loving gesture," I said.

"That punk had no loving intentions whatsoever," said Emily.  "Go on, dear."

"I was laying back, looking up.  Through the window, I saw a bunch of his teammates, looking in.  Some had cameras.  I covered my chest just before flashes went off.  Jake got out and came around.  He and his buddies pulled me out of the car.  His steady girl was there, too.  She got in the passenger side and waved one finger at me.  Then he and his buddies drove off."  Alyssa sobbed.

No wonder.  The absolute humiliation of getting conned, the butt of a bad sexual joke.  My heart went out to her.

"Wait in the living room," Emily ordered Alyssa.

When we were alone, Emily spoke in low tones. "So you see, Alyssa has been traumatized."

"I agree.  What can I do to help?"

"She told me she tried to talk to you before the incident, and you refused.  Is that correct?"

We'd talked about her father, she showed me her tits, and I showed her my cock.  "I don't remember talking about going out on dates, specifically."

"I urged her to speak with you before she went out.  She said you put her off, so you shoulder at least part of the blame.  We're here to make it right."

"We?"  I peeked around the corner.  Alyssa was on the sofa, hands folded in her lap.

"I want her to see that intimacy can be pleasant," said Emily.

"With me?"

"There's no male role model in our household. Emily says nice things about you.  She even told me you've caught glimpses of her, uh, endowment.  And that you kissed once."

"At the stroke of midnight, but that was -"

"Alyssa's first, if you must know.  She asked you for help, and you refused.  At least some of this is your fault.  You could have prevented it, with some good advice."

"I'm so sorry.  Alyssa has been a delight with Annie.  I never wanted anything like this to happen.  But you have no idea what she asked -" To touch my prick, for one.  And who knows what would have happened after that?

"I know she asked for your help and didn't get it.  So you'll help her now."

"Anything."  My mind raced with therapists, counselors, folks trained in this sort of thing.  I wasn't rich, but I'd contribute to the cost.

"You need to make her feel like an attractive woman."

"But she is."

"You know that and I know that, but that young lady in the next room doesn't.  So you're going to go in there and prove it to her.  She trusts you.  Maybe the only male on the planet she does right now.  Be tender.  Be loving.  You'd do this for your own daughter.  Be there for her.  She needs you now, more than ever."

I nodded and opened the door.  Alyssa sat on the couch, sniffling.   Tears tinted with eyeliner streaked her face.  I sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder.  "There, there."  She leaned her head against my shoulder.  We were comfy.  At least, I was.  "Talk to me."

"I'm so humiliated," she whimpered.  "How could I ever believe that someone would think I was pretty."

"I turned my body towards her.  "But you are!  A beautiful young woman."

"Yeah, right!" She slumped forward, elbows on bare knees.  Her dress had ridden up.  Her legs were shapely, and the dark pantyhose she wore accentuated them.

I looked at her mother.  She made a "go on" face and waved at me.

"Do you remember our first kiss?" I asked.  

Alyssa startled upright.  "Mr. Marcus!  My mom!"  She tilted her head in her mother's direction.

"It's okay, sweetie.  I saw you two, on New Year's Eve.  Did you like kissing?"

"Sure." Alyssa's smile drooped.  "Before tonight."

"Remind her what a tender kiss feels like," said her mother.

It's only a kiss.  I held Alyssa's face gently and moved forward, brushing my lips against hers with a modicum of pressure.  Her lips vibrated, and I pressed a bit harder.  This was turning out to be quite a kiss, much more intimate than New Year's, which was a peck in comparison.  I broke off first.

Alyssa opened her eyes.  "Wow!  That was great!  I felt something.  You DO think I'm pretty, don't you?" 

She threw her arms around my neck and immediately we were lip locked.  I glanced over at her mother, who was smiling, with a look that said, 'Don't you dare break this girl's spirit.' So I kept kissing.  But there's only so long in kissing before touching is mandatory.  So I reached up to hold Alyssa's waist.  At that instant, she pulled back.

"What's wrong, dear?" asked her mother.

"I remembered Jake holding me down.." Her voice choked up.  

I shrugged at her mom, who waved again, as if we had a script and it was my line.  "I'll never hurt you," I said.  And I meant it.  I put one hand on her waist.  "There, okay?"  She nodded.  I put my other hand on the other side.  "See?  Gentle."

She nodded, and leaned forward to resume kissing.  That's when I noticed that I was getting aroused.  After all, sitting and kissing someone, getting excited was difficult to avoid.  Then Alyssa's lips parted, and her tongue slid against mine.  Startled, my mouth opened, becoming Alyssa's playground.  She probed for my tongue.  I held it back.  I didn't sign up for Frenching.  She pressed her face harder against mine, determined to make contact.  Rather than suffer lip or tooth damage, I pushed my tongue forward until it touched the tip of Alyssa's.  She bucked up on her knees and squeezed me tighter.  One glancing blow was not enough for her.  So I joined her game.  We toyed with each other, tongues dancing and sharing each other's mouths.  Each rub was electric.  And now I had an undeniable hard on.  

Alyssa melted back.  "Wow, that was so much better than Diedre said."

I didn't ask about Diedre.  I was too busy sorting out my thoughts and feelings.  "Better?" I asked.  I looked at both mother and daughter.

Alyssa nodded.  "Uh huh."

"Good.  So we're done here?"  I straightened myself on the couch, hoping my erection wasn't obvious to Emily.  What would she think, a grown man getting erect from foreplay with her daughter?

"How are you, sweetie?  Better?" her mother asked.

Alyssa was flushed. "Was it wrong, what I did?  I mean, letting Jake touch my breasts?"

I let her mother answer.  "It depends, I guess.  You shouldn't do it casually with just anyone.  Perhaps if you had a strong relationship with someone-"

"Like Mr. Marcus?" Alyssa asked.

"Well, I guess so," said Emily.  "I mean, he's not someone you'd date."

Damn right.  Going out on dates with young women, taking them to submarine races?  My prick jerked at the thought.  What's wrong with me?

"I didn't mean that.   Maybe Mr. Marcus could play the role of my date.  Just so I can see what I'm supposed to do."

Alyssa's date had undressed her, touched her, fondled her.  I couldn't do that, supervised or not.  "This is not a good idea."

"On the contrary.  Alyssa needs to understand proper behavior versus improper activities.  I think this is a marvelous suggestion.  Good idea, sweetie.  So, where do we start?"

This smelled like a slippery slope.  I prayed that Mrs. Bollard would provide the moral compass to keep me out of trouble.

"What can I let the boys do?" Alyssa asked.  "While making out, kissing I mean, should we touch each other?"

I waited for her mother to provide expert advice.  "How do you mean?"

"Well, Jake touched my breasts."  Alyssa took my hands in hers and raised them.

I resisted, but her mother nodded approval.  I'd done worse in my kitchen, so what the heck?  The shape and resilience were different, but that was due to her blouse and bra.  Thank goodness they were covered.  I pictured them bare, warm- Shit!  I needed to stay in control.

"It sure feels good, even through my clothes."

"And does it feel good to you, Mr.  Marcus?" asked Emily.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Then that's fine, probably as far as you should go."  

Emily was keeping this exercise safe.  I appreciated her support.

"And can I touch him back?" Alyssa asked.  "Like this?"  She placed one hand on my chest and the other on my crotch.  "Gee, you're really stiff."

The question and Alyssa's action seemed to take Emily by surprise.  "As long as you keep your clothes on, I suppose that's okay.  How stimulating can it be?"

Plenty!  Alyssa had wanted to touch my prick last time but I refused.  Now, in our role-play, she'd achieved her goal.

"So, touching your date is all right.  Glad that's settled."  I pulled my hand back, moist with sweat.  There were fingerprints on her blouse.

"But Jake saw them naked," Alyssa said.  "He pulled my dress down and insisted I take my bra off."

"He did?" asked Emily.

"Didn't you listen?  I was bare from the waist up.  Exposed."  Alyssa's voice cracked.  "Humiliated."  

"Calm down, honey."  

It was clear that Emily was slowly losing control.  She needed my help to prevent this from getting out of hand.  "You are feeling better, right?"  I gave Alyssa a hug.

She held me close but continued the dialogue with her mother.  "Just like all the guys at school, Jake was fixated on my breasts.  Even Mr. Marcus couldn't take his eyes off them.  Tell her."

I held my breath, hoping she wouldn't expose the details of our bare breast incident.  "Alyssa's breasts are unavoidable.  I'll admit it.  I've stared at them.  Occasionally."

"You have?"  Emily seemed surprised.  Hadn't she noticed Alyssa's tits?

"Maybe we should do what I did with Jake," said Alyssa.  "So I'll understand."

Unbutton her blouse and hold her breasts?  "I don't think that's necessary."  I looked at Emily, praying she'd agree with me.

I checked her mother's expression.  No adverse reaction.  "Alyssa has a point.  It happened, after all.  Perhaps Alyssa can learn something, if we play it out."

I knew how this would play out.  Badly.  Sexually.  "Can't we just talk about what happened?"

"Don't worry.  I'll be here to supervise, after all."

Great help that had been up to now.  Alyssa's mom didn't know this would be the second time.  I fumbled with her buttons and froze.  Alyssa shrugged off her blouse and popped the rear clasp of her bra.  There they were, large and round and - oh God, this has gone too far.  

"They're hideous," Alyssa exclaimed.  "Jake wouldn't touch them except for his penis.  Except he never got that far."

I was not going to tit fuck this young woman, and in front of her mother yet.  I kept my hands down.

"Now, Mr.  Marcus, what kind of signal does that give?  Alyssa obviously feels uncomfortable about her breasts.  Perhaps if you held them.  Go ahead, touch her."

"Yeah."  Alyssa thrust out her chest. Her tits wobbled in a "come and get 'em" sort of way.

Mrs. Bollard waved me closer.  Tentatively, I reached up and hefted her breasts.  My palms were sweaty as I placed them under her tits.  God, I wanted to press my lips against them, kiss them, suck her nipples until they were hard and puffy - No!  This wasn't right.  Despite her mother's presence, this was way over the line.

"That's all, right?" Emily asked.  "I mean, after you were half naked, he pushed you down."

Alyssa looked at my crotch.  "Almost.  He put my hand on him.  Between his legs."  Without asking, Alyssa put her hand on my erection for the second time.  "Mr. Marcus has an erection, just like Jake did."

"Of course.  You're an attractive young woman.  His physiological response proves it."

"Except Mr. Marcus's is bigger."  Alyssa held on tight.  "Is having an erection painful?"  She grabbed my groin hard, as if she wanted the last drops from a plastic ketchup bottle.  

"Owwwww."  I jumped from the sudden constriction.

"Oh my goodness.  Poor man.  He must be suffering from constriction.  Let it out, dear, before he passes out."

"Hold on, I'm fine."  I was in no condition to faint, yet I was super excited at the prospect of showing my erection to both women.  Alyssa had my pants open and my jockeys showed a large bulge.

Emily came closer.  "Oh my, you certainly are well endowed."  Her eyes were glued to the site.

"I guess so.  Maybe you should take your role as chaperone a bit more seriously now.  We really are getting to a dangerous point here."  Perhaps now they'd leave and I could jerk off in privacy.

"Momma!  My panties are soaked!"  Alyssa stood up and raised her skirt.  The crotch of Alyssa's dark panty hose was even darker.  She held my shoulder and slid them down her legs.  Her breasts hung seducively.  The front of her panties were wet and transparent.  Her labia were clearly visible, along with sparse pubic hair.  Her skirt fell back to cover the treasure between her legs.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  Except she sat back down on my knees, arms around me.

"Can I touch it?  Mr. Marcus's penis?"

"Of course not," said Emily.  "That would be dangerous."

Thank God for small favors.

"Why is it dangerous, Mommy? Alyssa asked.  

"Because you might get too excited, physically I mean."

"You mean all juiced up?  I think I already am.  Isn't that why I leaked in my panties?"
 
"Yes, precisely.  Which is why we should stop now," advised Emily.

Silently, I cheered.  Her mother was calling off this pretend encounter, just in time.  I looked down and saw my hands on Alyssa's tits.  Two nipples pushed against my palms.

"So what else should I do on my next date?" asked Alyssa.

"Haven't you done enough?" asked her mother.

Good.  Emily was keeping the brakes on.

"I guess.  But what if my date wants to go all the way?"

"Absolutely not."

I nodded in agreement.  Alyssa was vulnerable.  And in this role-play, I wasn't going to be the seducer.  Ditz was an isolated incident, I told myself.  I was only fondling Alyssa's breasts as emotional therapy.	

"Couldn't my date and I pretend to have sex?" asked Alyssa.

"What's pretend sex?" asked Emily.  "Either you do it or you don't."

"You mean dry humping?" I asked.

"I've never heard that term before.  What is that?" asked Emily.

Shit.  Now I have to explain it.  "When a woman and a man position themselves with groins in contact, with clothes on."

"Like this?"  Alyssa swung a leg over, displacing my hands.  They itched to return.  She straddled my crotch.  My erection hid beneath her skirt.  

"Contact through your clothing?  Oh well, I guess that's okay."

She pressed her groin against my prick.  "Oh, Mamma, this feels good.  Mr.  Marcus's erection is very stiff. "

With two layers of cloth between us, the head of my dick was nestled at her wet pantied pussy.

"Jake wanted me to take his penis out and slide it between these."  She pressed her breasts together, a voluptuous target if I'd ever seen one.  "I would have seen his penis naked.  Can I-"

"We should stop here," I said.  Would I have any self-control with Alyssa's tits around my naked prick? Even with her mother standing there?

"Mr. Marcus is right.  You've gone far enough."

Alyssa put my hands back on her tits.  I didn't resist.  We already had permission, and compared to what we could be doing, it was quite harmless.  Except every fondle of her boob flesh kept me excited and erect.  Alyssa took every advantage, wiggling her hips to provoke contact under her skirt.  This dry humping was the most extended not-sex exercise I'd ever participated in.  Usually, after a while, my date would claim chafing or just get bored.

"This is uncomfortable.  Can we touch bare?" Alyssa pleaded.

"You mean exposed genitals? Absolutely not!"

Thank God.  How could I deal with Alyssa if she was any more undressed than she already was?

"Why?"

Emily swallowed hard.  "Uh, you might like it too much, and then where would we be?"

"You could supervise my touching, Momma.  And I promise I'll never touch a boy's penis on a date.  Ever!"

Alyssa was gripping my cock in my jockeys, outside of her mother's sight.  Wasn't that sufficient?  "We shouldn't do anything else-"

"Pleeeeeeeeze.  Never ever."

Emily evaluated our position.  "If you promise, all right.  Just this once."

My head nearly exploded.  "Mrs. Bollard!  What are you saying?"

Alyssa moved quickly.  She slid back and reached into my jockeys.  They slid down as my erection came out into the open.  "See, Momma, see how big and stiff Mr. Marcus is."  Alyssa stoked her fingers gently along its length.  "But it's so smooth."

Mrs. Bollard approached and slid her hand down my dick.  What was this?  Two at once?

"Yes, dear, he has a very nice penis."  Emily retreated, staring at her hand.  "Be careful with it."

Alyssa resumed her previous position above me and sat down.  Now it was just her panties, and they were retreating into the folds of her cunt.  My bare cock was skimming the surface of her exposed lips.

"Why did Daddy leave us?" asked Alyssa.

Emily choked.  She didn't expect that question, in the midst of our role-play.  But it was oddly relevant, if Alyssa's interpretation of the facts were accurate.

"I guess I've never told you the whole story.  It started after Rodney attended his ten year high school reunion."

"Don't tell me - his first love was there?" asked Alyssa.

Patches of pubic hair were tickling my dick.  The head pulsed, and precum flowed.

"That's just it," continued Emily.  "She didn't show up.  That made him nuts.  He tried everything to find her.  I was completely humiliated.  Then one day he came home whistling.  He'd been assigned a new secretary.  Leslie!  God, how I hate that name.  Leslie this and Leslie hat.  Young, perky -"

Alyssa interrupted.  "And big tits! I saw her once, at his office."

"She was well endowed all right, but that's not what he talked about.  It was her smile, her enthusiasm for life, her limitless future possibilities."

"So it wasn't her tits?"

"If it were only that simple, I would have gotten implants.  No, it wasn't physical.  In our last conversation before he left, Rod told me it was my lack of confidence, my personality that killed our relationship.  I was dragging him down.  Leslie was lifting him up."

And probably getting him up.  Just like Alyssa had done with me. I put my hands on Alyssa's hips, to slow her undulation.

"He was a jerk to leave you and run off with her."  Alyssa kept humping me as her mother told the story.  I sensed that her panties had retreated into the folds of her pussy, and that the tip of my penis was prodding her bare pussy lips.  If not for her panties, given the force of her bouncing, I'd have penetrated minutes ago.  

This had to stop, or we'd all regret it.  "So that's how dry humping works."  I tried to make my voice dispassionate, authoritative.  "And that's enough, I think.  More than enough."

"I agree," said Emily.

Finally, some support.

Alyssa ignored my comments.  She was having too much fun.  "Mr. Marcus's penis doesn't feel dangerous."

"Well, it is.  If your hand enjoyed the feel, your vagina would like it even better."

"Really?"

"Yes.  I'll show you."  Mrs. Bollard came around to the back of the couch.  "Pull your panties to the side."

What was Emily doing?  Testing my resolve?  She might end up disappointed.

Alyssa fumbled, extracting the wet panties from her gash and smoothing them over her labia before lifting her skirt.

"Now, promise me you'll never do this on a date, right?  Pull them aside."

Alyssa nodded vigorously as her cunt came into view.

God!  There it was, exposed, moist, available-. "Emily, this has gone far enough.  I've massaged Alyssa's breasts and we've dry humped.  Don't you think we should stop-"

"Shoosh.  I've got things under control.  See how his penis feels against your bare skin?"

Alyssa held my prick and rubbed it against her moist opening.  "Hmmmm.  It feels real good.  The harder I press, the better it feels."

It was electric on my side.  The tip of my cock meandered against her cunt lips.

"Not too hard, or it might slip in."

Alyssa giggled.  "That's silly.  Mr.  Marcus's erection would never fit inside me.  I'm too small."

Ms. Bollard stood behind me, a silent witness.  I knew that Alyssa's pussy would stretch nicely to accommodate my prick.  Didn't Emily?  She seemed fixated on the sight of my dick at the entrance to her daughter's cunt.  Why wasn't she willing to admit it out loud?  So I spoke up.  "Let's stop here before-"

"See?"  Alyssa aimed my dick at her pussy and pulled.  Her juices and my precum lubricated the path.  

I tried to pull back, away from Alyssa, but I was pinned against the couch.  Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.  Alyssa scooted closer, taking aim.  The head of my dick edged past her outer lips.

"Noooo."  This was wrong, so wrong.  So why did it feel marvelous?

"What are you doing?" asked Emily.  Seeing me penetrate her daughter's cunt must have brought Emily out of her coma.

"You said it wouldn't fit.  But it does!"

"Get up from there, young lady."

"But Momma, Mr.  Marcus's penis fits.  And it fits gooood!"  She lowered herself a bit more, and my prick advanced, deeper into her channel.

All I could think about was the heavenly feeling of young, firm pussy around my prick.  I was way too distracted to object.  Besides, I didn't want to  impose limits.  That was our chaperone's job.  

Emily shouldn't have been flabbergasted at our coupling, but she was.  "You're too young to be doing this."

"I'm eighteen.  Besides, would you rather I do it in a car with some stranger?  At least you're here to supervise."  Her weight moved her down my pole.  "Is this fucking, Momma?"

We were joined, and I'd penetrated, but we weren't fucking.

"I don't know.  Mr.  Marcus?"

I had no answer but felt obligated to speak.  "Not in the technical sense of the term."  What, I was supposed to admit doing something I was trying desperately to avoid?

"Do you like how this feels, Mr. Marcus?" asked Alyssa.

I couldn't lie.  "It feels marvelous.  Tight and warm."

"Oh, Momma, Mr.  Marcus thinks I'm tight and warm."  She resumed kissing me.  And I kept advancing deeper into her pussy.  And just for fun, I slapped my hands back on her tits.  We sat still, my prick buried all the way up her vagina.  "I feel like a woman."

"Fine.  No great harm done, right?  Get up from Mr.  Marcus's lap."

Alyssa rose up and halted.  "He's so big, he's pulling my insides out." I was half way, about four inches.  Alyssa groaned.

"Okay honey, just relax."

For Alyssa, that meant plopping back down, taking back the four inches.  My dick throbbed at the friction of her cunt flesh against my prick.  My penis head pulsed.  Maybe I didn't get thicker, but I was embedded as tight as ever.

"Try again," suggested her mother.

Once more raise up to dislocate, another attempt abandoned.  Now we were fucking, except in extra slow motion.

Without further instruction from her mother, Alyssa repeated her up and down motion.  Her tits bounced together with each down stroke.  They needed attention, and my mouth was ready.  I grasped both tits, mashing them together.  My lips suckled at one nipple, rubbing it with my tongue.  Alyssa's pussy melted open, lubricating her strokes.  She was loose enough to get up and off, but was obviously more interested in getting her rocks off, or the female equivalent.  I repeated the process on her other nipple.  She pressed her breasts against my face, smothering me in her flesh.  My tongue moved wantonly across her breasts, kissing and licking and nibbling at every square inch.  Alyssa moaned and panted.  She was enjoying this.  We both were.  For a split second, I wondered what Emily thought.  I let my hands roam all over Alyssa's body - tits, , arms, shoulders, back.  As I held her ass and synchronized our movements, I announced, "Now this is fucking."  It was redundant to our activity, but I felt it necessary to confirm.  Our chaperone needed to know.  Our mouths found each other, kissing with unbridled passion.  

"Rod never gave me this kind of sexual pleasure," choked Emily from behind me.  "I never intended for it to go this far, but now-"

My dick was screaming for release as Alyssa humped.  The possibility of cumming in her cunt shocked me into reality.  Her determination was too strong for me to lift her off.  I pulled her arms from around my neck and stretched my legs.  

"No!  Don't stop!" cried Alyssa.  "I'm not done."

With steady pressure on her hips, Alyssa slid down my leg ramp.  My erection popped from her pussy and sprung up, hard and wet.  I held onto her outstretched hands so she landed gently on the floor.  

Emily shook my shoulder.  "What's the matter?'

I stood over her daughter and clenched my buttocks.  The spurt of cum across Alyssa's tits should have been a sufficient answer.  "That.  I didn't want to get her pregnant."  Dribbles of sperm leaked from the tip.

"But I didn't have an orgasm!" Alyssa began to weep.

"Now see what you've done!" shouted Emily.  "You were supposed to make her feel better."

"And after all of that, she doesn't?"

Emily came around the sofa, fell to the floor, hugged her daughter and stroked her hair.  "If I knew you were going to tease her like this, I wouldn't have let you get started."

"Tease?"  It was full out, groin crashing, wet and slobbery fucking.  I didn't know how to respond.  Would they have been happier if Alyssa had an orgasm and gotten pregnant in the process?

"You're just going to have to do it again," said Emily.  "This time, 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 wilting penis.  "Now would be a good time to instruct Alyssa in oral sex, wouldn't you agree?  Come close, my dear, and I'll coach you."

Some chaperone.  At least my instructions were clear.  Next time, Alyssa's pleasure would come before mine, whether I cum or not.

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An Original H M Tale 

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