Babysitting games

Tony lived in the condo below me. We were both twelve and you could often find us in the field behind our development playing soccer, catch or Frisbee. At twelve, I was already a C cup and was self conscious of how my boobs bounced and jiggled when I ran about.

One day, Tony called me and asked me to come over. When I knocked on his door, his seven year old brother, Tommy, answered and proceeded to tell me that their parents were out playing golf and that Jason was babysitting them.

I followed him back to Tony’s room where everyone was hanging out. I sat on the bed and looked up and Jason. I’d seen him around the neighborhood but I didn’t really know him. He was fourteen and our age different was such that we ran in different circles.

After a few minutes of introductions and small talk, Tony asked me if I’d lift up my shirt and show them what’s under it. The question surprised me and my first reaction was “no way!” but the idea of boys looking at my body excited me so I agreed.

I pulled off my shirt and unhooked my bra, letting my creamy tits fall free from their cotton prison. As the cool air from the ceiling fan overhead swept over my body, my long pink nipples stood at attention. My half dollar sized areolas helped anchor the long nipples.

“Wanna touch them?” I asked Jason and Tony. They both declined but my nipples were aching to be touched. I looked over at Tommy who was playing with his matchbox cars.

“Tommy, do you know that babies get milk by sucking on their Mommies nipples? Do you want to be my baby?” I asked.

Tommy put down his cars and quickly came over. I pulled him up onto the bed and laid him down across my lap. I guided my nipple into his mouth and he eagerly began to suckle. After a few moments though, he told me he wasn’t getting any milk. I laughed and told him I was only pretending to be his Mommy. The answer sufficed and he went back to suckling.

Both boys just stared, adjusting their dicks every once in a while.

After a few minutes I had him switch sides. This time, with his free hand, he started absently playing with my free nipple. He alternated between quickly flicking it back and forth with his pointer finger to squeezing and twisting it, to sometimes pulling it out as far as it would go and with each deviation, I felt a pulse of electricity between my legs. I pushed his head closer to my nipple and stroked his hair gently and told him what a good baby he was by drinking all of Mamas milk.

Minutes passed by and Tony told me he thought the baby needed to have his diaper changed. I played along and gently laid him down on the bed and pulled off his shorts and underwear.