Slutty Babysitter by Naughty Couple!

Title: The Slutty Babysitter’s Threesome Seduction

Oh, poised “”Blonde MILF, Naughty Couple!” scribbles in her diary, “Where do I begin? Let me start by telling you about the day my entire world turned upside down, courtesy of our new babysitter, Slutty Babysitter.”

It was a seemingly ordinary evening, when my husband Paul and I decided to go out for aancy dinner. Our regular babysitter was unavailable, so we hired someone new through an agency. Little did we know, our lives were about to be forever changed by the young woman who arrived at our door.

Slutty Babysitter looked to be in her early twenties, with platinum blonde hair cascading down her back in a sleek waterfall. Her crisp white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal tantalizing glimpses of her ample cleavage, straining against the fabric. A short denim skirt hugged her hips, drawing the eye down to her long, toned legs, accentuated by strappy high heels. This girl was a vision, too beautiful and sexy to be trusted alone with our 9-year-old boy.

Before I could voice my concerns to Paul, Slutty Babysitter whisked herself into our home, a vision of sultry confidence. “I’m here to take care of things,” she purred, her tongue darting out to wet her glossy lips. “Don’t you worry about a thing.” She sashayed away, leaving a trail of floral perfume tinged with something distinctly naughty.

I tossed and turned in my bed that night, my mind racing with imagining which “things” the devious babysitter would take care of. Sweet mother of pearl! My imagination conjured all sorts of sinful scenarios – Slutty Babysitter in the nude, draped across our couch, beckoning my son to bury his young face between her heaving breasts. The wrathful thought of her glistening slit being tasted and explored by inexperienced, writer youthful fingers made my insides squirm.

Slutty Babysitter stroked my son’s innocent face as she took his measure, nodding approvingly. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, as visions of his growing manhood danced in her head. She wanted to be the first woman to defile his virgin penis, to shatter his Mom’s stern admonitions when he innocently asked what a kiss was.

When Paul finally returned two bottles of wine later, I pounced on him, flooding his mind with my twisted findings of evil that I ingested that night. “She seduced our son,” I screeched, before I could rein my self in. “I saw it in her eyes. Slutty Babysitter is a grade-A whore, out to take our innocent baby boy’s chastity!”

Paul guffawed, patting me on the back like a dog. “Now, now, Ne игlubu, let’s not get carried away. She’s just doing her job.”

“Her job is to corrupt our family!” I howled, my face flushing red with a mix of impotent rage and undeniable arousal. “She needs to be punished!”

Paul rolled his eyes, but SLUTTY BABYSITTER could see the growing bulge in his trousers. She would have her way with him before the night was through. “Take it out,” she purred, patting the spot beside her on the floor. “Show me what Mommy and Daddy never had the courage to give me.” Her hot little hand plunged into Paul’s pants, closing around his throbbing member as my son watched with bated, awakening breath.

I stood frozen, unsure of how to intervene as Slutty Babysitter jerked Paul off like her life depended on it. I could see the hunger in her eyes, mixing with the stunned innocence of our poor son. His little heart pounded, as his nubby cock strained against his Thomas the Train jammies, the sheer enormity of this taking care of thing too big for him.

Deep inside me, a hot gush of nectar stirred as Slutty Babysitter groaned in pleasure, guiding Paul’s writhing body over hers until he fell upon her face-first, his hard member grinding between her massive breasts. Our son watched with rapt attention as she wrapped her slick lips around the swollen head, sucking him down her eager throat. “Mmm,” she purred, “Mommy never does this for Daddy?”

Paul jerked his head around, his eyes wild with lust and shock at the sight of his young son, jerking the Lord’s own prod between his stubby fingers. “Where did you learn this, Mom!” Our son belched, as he struggled to free his little wiener from his tight, recalled boxer shorts. “Is this how you take care of us? Away from Daddy’s penis?”

Slutty Babysitter laughed, throwing her head back to reveal slick, loins-splayed thighs, her wet pinkness glistening in the dim lights. “Oh, baby, this isn’t taking care of you,” she purred, crooking a finger at him. “This is just the beginning!”

Our son trembled, both afraid and excited, as Slutty Babysitter guided him to mount her, showing him how to slide his tiny cock into her pussy, through gritted teeth of pain at the initially inconvenient size-ratio reality. “The trick is to have Mommy hold him still while you stroke this fat daddy-dick,” she coached, coaching our son’s stubby hands as she guided his face down to suckle her sweaty breasts.

I stood, speechless, as the night went on, Slutty Babysitter despoiling my family with increasing cruelty and artistry. By the time Paul came on my face, his seed dripping down my cheeks, our Slutty Babysitter minx had birthed a man-child. And this was is merely the beginning of it all, for our dear Slutty Babysitter, this was is merely the beginning of her lusty corruption of our innocent family.

And as Paul called out to her, to come to him the next night, and the next, engulfed in the depravity of their coupling, I knew my role in this household had changed. Slutty Babysitter had taken over, reminding our innocent family the apparatus of sin that we were always meant to be.