MILF Julia ann teaches her babysitter how to use all her sex toys

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the neighborhood as Emily pulled up to the Johnson residence. Eighteen and fresh-faced, she was excited for her first babysitting gig. Mrs. Johnson, a stunning blonde with a killer body, greeted her at the door with a warm smile. “You must be Emily! Thanks so much for watching the kids tonight.”

Emily nodded nervously. “Of course, Mrs. Johnson. I’m looking forward to it!” She followed the other woman inside, trying not to stare at her curvaceous ass swaying enticingly in her tight jeans.

After a quick rundown on bedtimes and snacks, Mrs. Johnson handed Emily a list of households numbers and a hundred bucks in cash. “The kids should be fine, but if you need anything, just holler. I’ll be next door at my friend’s place.” She winked and squeezed Emily’s shoulder. “Don’t work too hard now!”

Emily blushed at the gesture, watching Mrs. Johnson leave. As the door clicked shut, she let out a shaky breath. Alone now, she decided to familiarize herself with the layout. Wandering through the house, Emily noticed an unmistakable scent – the unmistakable musk of arousal. Her heart raced. Where was that coming from?

Heading upstairs, Emily heard a noise from the master bedroom. Peering inside, she gasped. Mrs. Johnson was sprawled across the bed, fully nude, a rabbit-style vibrator buzzing between her legs. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, back arched, tits heaving. Emily froze, drinking in the sight of Mrs. Johnson’s incredible body – those huge, round tits, wide pearly hips, slick pink slit glistening.

Mrs. Johnson’s eyes flashed open, meeting Emily’s shocked gaze. “Oh! Emily! I thought you’d be occupied with the kids.” The vibrator buzzed louder. “Guess you caught me at my guilty pleasure…”

Emily nodded dumbly, paralyzed between fleeing and staying. A wicked thought crossed her mind – the chance to learn from a pro. Taking a deep breath, she crept closer. “Can I…watch you? I’ve never seen anything like this…”

Mrs. Johnson smiled languidly, spreading her legs wider. “Only if you join me, darling.”

That was all the invitation Emily needed. She practically lunged for the bed. Mrs. Johnson chuckled, pulling the girl close. “First things first – let’s get you out of those clothes.” Deft fingers made quick work of Emily’s shorts and top. “Mmm, very nice,” Mrs. Johnson purred, cupping Emily’s budding tits.

Emily whimpered at the sensations, writhing under Mrs. Johnson’s touch. “I…I don’t know what to do,” she whimpered.

“Shh, just follow my lead.” Mrs. Johnson retrieved the vibrator, turning it off. She pressed it into Emily’s hand. “Try it on me.”

Shaking, Emily powered it up again, pressing the buzzing head against Mrs. Johnson’s wet folds. The other woman gasped, legs spreading wider. “Just like – ah! – j-just like that baby, right on my clit…” Emily did as instructed, rubbing the vibe in tight circles. Mrs. Johnson’s moans grew louder, body undulating.

“Mmm, maybe next time I’ll show you how good it feels inside too.” She took the toy back, turning it down. “Now let’s see what you’ve got…” Mrs. Johnson climbed between Emily’s shaking legs. “Just relax…”

Emily tensed as Mrs. Johnson’s mouth closed over her cunt, and she nearly screamed at the feeling of that wicked tongue lapping at her. “Oh god, Mrs. Johnson!” Pleasure overtook her, hips bucking. Mrs. Johnson held fast, tongue flickering over her most sensitive spots.

After Emily came explosively, they lay tangled together, bare skin sticky with sweat. “That was incredible,” Emily breathed. “Thank you!”

Mrs. Johnson kissed her nose. “Anytime, baby girl. And trust me – that’s just the beginning.” She rolled over, rifling in her nightstand. “Hold out your hand.”

Curious, Emily did. “Like this?” Mrs. Johnson filled her palm with vibrators, dildos, plugs, and other toys – hard silicone and smooth jelly and plush silicone in various shapes and sizes.

“Oh,” Emily said, eyes wide. Mrs. Johnson laughed. “Pick your poison, baby. Then it’s time for round two!”

Emily fingered through the selection with glee. And so began a series of lessons on technique, from proper strap-on harnessing to the best angles for penetration. Mrs. Johnson was an encyclopedia of erotic knowledge, and Emily hung on her every word.

They experimented with all manner of devices, from big floppy dongs to clit-stimulating wands. Mrs. Johnson had Emily use them all – not just on her, but on herself. Their moans and squeals echoed off the walls as they pleasured each other silly.

Long before the night was over, Mrs. Johnson’s bedroom floor was strewn with the colorful carnage of their orgasms – puddles of pearlescent cum, discarded lube vials, and scattered sex toys. Both women were wrecked, limp and well-fucked and glowing with the afterglow.

“Oh my God, Mrs. Johnson,” Emily panted. “That was like a week of sex education in one night. Thank you so much!”

There was indeed much to be thankful for – starting with Emily’s first crash course in sugary wetness and sounded pussies!