My new babysitter

When I was a young teenager, I was living with my parents in a huge mansion on the outskirts of a major city. My dad George, in his late fifties, was a corporate big shot and he looked the part. He was tall, wiry and muscular and still had all of his hairs, even when they had turned grey by now. Because of his age, people sometimes mistook him for my grandfather. Spending most of his life building his impressive career, he had married late. My mother Nastya was Russian and some twenty years younger than my father. I was old enough to be aware of the fact that people thought my mom was my dad’s ‘trophy wife’ and that she had only married him for his money, but, as far as I could tell, I always had the idea that there was genuine affection between them. Not that I could blame people for thinking of my mom as a ‘trophy wife’. She was a ‘trophy’ that no doubt any man would like to have. She was gorgeous with a tall, lean body that nevertheless sported huge natural F-size breasts and an amazing ass. Her long, raven black hairs surrounded a beautiful face with mesmerizing dark eyes, wonderfully chiselled cheekbones and luscious, full red lips.
When I was a little boy, mom had just been mom, but recently I had begun to notice that she was also a gorgeous female and I checked out her amazing body whenever I figured I could do so unnoticed. Since my parents really weren’t really very prude, I had even managed to get a couple of glimpses of my mom in partial or full state of undress, in the bathroom for instance. Being a horny young teenage boy, I of course jacked off all the time and the images that were burned in my mind of my nude mom had become a major masturbation inspiration for me. Not that I specifically fantasized about fucking my own mother: I just fantasized about fucking. Being a young teenager full of raging hormones, almost any woman would do if I would ever get the chance. Sometimes I even had lustful thoughts about our maid Simone, who was fifty or so and not very pretty.
One Saturday night, my parents were getting ready to go to some important dinner party. My dad was looking sharp as always in one of his hand-tailored business suits and my mom simply looked stunning. She wore a tight black dress that highlighted her huge bosom. The dress was also short enough to leave her beautiful long legs almost completely bare. In addition, she wore a silver necklace and several silver bracelets around her arms. I wondered if the people my dad associated with wouldn’t consider her to be a bit trashy looking, but on the other hand every male at the dinner party would most certainly be jealous of my dad. He certainly didn’t seem to mind my mom’s outfit, judging from the look that appeared on his face when she came down the stairs.
“We have a bit of a problem,” my mom told my dad, “Mrs. Newton just called. She’s go the flu and she can’t come.”
Mrs. Newton was my regular babysitter. I obviously felt I was way too old to have a babysitter, but my parents were adamant I was too young to be left home alone at night. Mrs. Newton was an ugly, old, unpleasant woman so I certainly didn’t mind she wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.
“Guess you’ll have to call Debby,” my dad said, with a weird smile on his face.
“Yeah, I figured,” mom said, “already called her. She can come, but since I called her at the last minute, she won’t be here until in about half an hour.”
“But we should leave now.”
“Then we’ll just have to fashionably late, darling,” my mother replied in her slightly lilting accent she still hadn’t gotten rid off completely.
My father sighed and called me. “Joey, get down here!”
I was in the next room, playing games on the computer, so it didn’t take long for me to do as my dad told. “Yeah, dad?” I said as I walked into the hall.
“Mrs. Newton has fallen ill, so she won’t be here tonight. Instead, another babysitter named Debby will come. She’s a lot younger than Mrs. Newton, so I want you to promise me you’ll behave and not give her a hard time.”
“I promise, dad,” said.
“All right then,” my dad said, looking at his expensive watch, “now we’ll just have to wait for Debby.”
My mother sat down and lighted a cigarette, but my dad kept pacing up and down the large hall. He hated waiting. I just went back to playing computer games until, twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“Joey, get over here,” I heard my mom.
I walked back into the hall to see that Debby had arrived. She was indeed a lot younger than Mrs. Newton. I guessed she was twenty or so. She looked a bit plump and she wore a large pink dress that even I could see wasn’t very fashionable. The dress fell to her knees and under it she wore high black leather boots that really didn’t match the dress. What stood out most about her – literally – were her massive breasts. They were huge, about size H, much larger even than my mom’s. I couldn’t help noticing this at first glance, even when her dress wasn’t really tight or anything. She wore her shoulder length, reddish brown hairs tied back and even though she wore quite a lot of make-up, her face was still rather plain. About as plump and sturdy as her body, but in a cute way. She looked really nice and friendly as well.
“Joey, this is Debby,” my mom said while she gave me a kiss on the cheek, “be nice.”
I shook Debby’s hand while my dad said, “see you tomorrow.”
My parents, already being late of course, hurried off and Debby closed the door behind them.