What Mr. Jones did while babysitting for the Joneses

Serena hated babysitting from childhood. However, she loved money. She was attracted to the benefits of money.

She could buy new shoes and bags. She could purchase a new lifestyle. She could not make enough money from babysitting, but she could.

She was older. At 19 years old, she was content with the babysitting income.

As she walked towards Jones' cul de-sac, her long, blonde hair bounced side-to-side. She often imagined her life as a movie with the theme song playing.

She was now walking with Gloria by Laura Branigan.

This may seem odd for a teenager living in 2021. Despite not being born until 12 years after the end of the 80s, she liked the 80s.

She could spend hours flipping through old fashion magazines her mother had while listening to the old records of her father.

As it passed her, a car honked. She raised her head and moved her hips slightly more. As her body grew older, she became more comfortable with the sound of honking cars.

She was six feet tall and had always been the tallest of her classmates. For a while, cars had been honking for years.

It was uncomfortable at first but she learned to ignore them.

Babysitting the Joneses

The Jones family lived in an enormous, white house at the end of a tree-lined street.

Mr. Jones was a partner at a downtown law firm. Mrs. Jones was a stay at home mom who would spend her time sipping wine or planning charity events.

Their children Max, who was six years old, and Liam, who was eight years old were very busy and they needed someone to look after them at night. Serena found them through an online advertisement on a babysitting site.

In his 40s, Mr. Jones was a handsome young man. His dark hair was full and straight, and he smiled with only a few wrinkles.

When he saw Serena, he always smiled. His eyes linger a bit too long on Serena. Serena noticed but didn't believe Mrs. Jones was ever able to see the signs.

She was always preoccupied by something. Her own looks were her main focus.

Serena walked up the dramatic double doors. Serena was frightened by the loud sound from the doorbell. Mr. Jones stood to the side, as the doors opened.

This was unusual as he was usually too busy to do simple tasks like opening doors. Rosa, their housekeeper, would often greet Rosa.

He exclaimed, "Serena!" with a huge smile. "Come on in!" He extended his arm and motioned for her inside.

A quiet house

There was something strange about the house. It was quiet, she realised. The boys used to run and make noise.

"Hey Mr. J. She asked, "Where are the boys?"

"They are visiting their grandparents in Portland with Kate."

Kate was his wife. Mrs. Jones was his husband. Serena had a confused look on her face.

"Oh. "Oh.

"I had something else in mind tonight. He said that Kate and the boys were gone ...".

Serena was puzzled by his expression. He wanted her to understand. It was so gross, was her first reaction.

He was 20 years older than her. She was more than 20 years older than her, but she noticed his eyes moving across her body, and felt an excitement.

Blood started pulsating between her legs. Her clit started pumping like it was saying in morse code, that it wasn’t gross. He was a handsome man.

White cotton

He held out his hand and she took it. They walked together into their living room. The warmth radiated from her wrapped hand.

He pulled her into his lap and sat down on the sofa.

He could feel her feeling a boner through his jeans.

He murmured, "I've always wanted you" into her ear. His deep, heavy breathing was evident. "I have seen you dressing me, I know that you want me."

Serena wondered to herself why men are so self-absorbed. They see only what they want.

She hadn't thought of him that way before, and she just dressed as she liked.

He reached for her cotton crop top and slipped one hand underneath it. He reached for her nipples with his fingers.

"Mmmm you're so delicious, Serena. Your little tits look so strong and perky.

One hand was reaching up and stroking her jeans-clad legs, reaching her pussy. She pulled the zip slowly down and unbuttoned her jeans button. He quickly reached for her hand and slid it into her clothing.

Her panties were made of white cotton. He rubbed her pussy through the panties, and they were already damp.

His face was tickled by her long hair as she threw back her head, moaning.

He said, "Stand up, and I'll look at you."

He held her up and she stood in front. He grabbed her hips and turned her around. He pressed her upper body forward slightly with one hand while resting his other on her back.

"Oh, baby, that ass is so seductive!" He pulled down her jeans and let them rest just below her genitals. He gently stroked her genitals.

Better than babysitting

Serena was shocked at her excitement. This was forbidden. He pulled her pants to the side, and she wriggled her genitals.

His little pussy quickly found his finger. It was softly pink and had been shaved. He licked her genitals while slowly pointing at her.

His other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling over. He stopped abruptly and turned her around. He pushed her to her knees on the couch.

He took her pants and panties off, and she heard him unzip his zip. His cock was poised at her pussy.

She was screaming inside for him to push her cock inside.

To fill her stomach. To stretch it. She moved her hips closer towards him, showing how much she loved him.

He laughed and shoved his cock into her. His moans were mixed with her screams.

She thought of the porn movie that she had been watching earlier because of the sound his balls made while slapping on her pussy.

His moans soon turned into groans, and his movements became jerky. He crawled inside her and then fell onto her back, panting. His cum was dripping from her pussy and she felt sweat droplets on her back.