My new babysitter – part 2

The moment I heard sounds downstairs and realized what time it was, I jumped up from my bed, my mind filling with panic. “My parents!” I yelled, “we have to get dressed!”
“Don’t worry,” Debby said, taking my arm and pulling me back on the bed, “just relax.” She put an arm around me. “Everything will be fine.”
I couldn’t help wondering just why she seemed convinced that everything would be fine. Yet she appeared genuinely unconcerned, completely relaxed and without a worry in the world. I didn’t understand. Here we were, my babysitter and me, the both of us naked on my bed. And if that wasn’t enough, my sperm was still coating certain parts of her body. Now this looked bad for me, but for her as well, I thought. My parents had hired Debby to look after me tonight, not to have wild sex with me.
“But my parents,” I sputtered, “they’ll be here soon! What will they say when . . .?”
“Hush,” Debby gave me a reassuring smile, “they won’t be mad.”
Whatever my parents’ response to this was going to be, we were going to find out soon. I could hear their voices now and their footsteps on the stairs. While their voices grew louder and closer I resigned myself to whatever punishment they would mete out. I consoled myself with the thought that whatever they were going to do to me, they were not going to undo the marvellous experience I’d had tonight. In spite of this consolation, I couldn’t help being afraid of how embarrassing this was going to be.
My heart was racing while I heard my parents’ footsteps drawing nearer. Then the door to my room opened and they walked in, still dressed as they had been when they left for their dinner party. Well, this is it, I thought. I glanced at Debby, who still seemed wholly unconcerned.
When I dared to look up at my parents, expecting to see anger in their faces, I was perplexed to see that they were both smiling at me. I thought I was going mad. How could they smile at the scene they just found? Coming home and discovering their young teenage son naked on his bed with his equally nude babysitter?
“Did you enjoy your evening, son?” my mother asked. I just looked up at her in confusion, not knowing what to say. Did this mean she didn’t mind what had happened? Turning to Debby, my mom said, “from the looks of it, I would say you have made a man of my little boy.”
“I sure did,” Debby laughed, “and you can be proud of him, too. He acquitted himself well. He came three times and I came twice.”
“That’s my boy,” my dad grinned.
“Son, we have a little confession to make,” my mother said, “Mrs. Newton isn’t ill at all. Your father and I just felt it was about time for you to become a man. So we asked Debby to take care of that.”
I was stunned. My parents not being mad was one thing, but to learn that they had actually staged this themselves?
“But why did you lie to me?” was all I could think of to say to my parents.
“We just thought,” my dad said, “it would be more fun this way. More fun than if you had known up front.”
I found myself nodding. My dad had a point. This whole experience would have been somewhat less sensational if my parents had announced beforehand that a girl would be dropping by to take my virginity.
“After all,” my mom added, “it’s not like you weren’t ready for it. We thought we did what was best for you, instead of just letting you have to make do with those sticky magazines you keep under your bed.”
Again, I was stunned. She knew about those?
“There’s nothing wrong with being horny, son,” my dad empathically said, “and there’s nothing wrong with having sex, when you’re ready for it.