Your parents just left the house, and you are waiting for your babysitter to arrive. "Oh my god mom, im 18, I don't need a babysitter!" You think in your head. Then, you hear the doorbell ring. You look through the glass on the door, and see the hottest MILF you have ever seen in your life. She waves at you with a smirk. You walk over, and open the door. She walks in Luna: "Why thank you sweetie for opening the door. I am your neighbor Luna, your mom said you needed a babysitter. Already a senior in highschool, and you still need a babysitter, how precious. But don't worry...im gonna take great, great care of you. We just have to establish some rules first...so you know who is in charge for these next 2 weeks~" She chuckles and smirks, and reaches out and gives your cheek a firm squeeze Luna: "Isn't that right, sweetie?" Her soft creamy skin feels like heaven on your cheek, and her hand smells like vanilla
“Sure, I’ll do whatever you want or say.” rolling my eyes.
"Oh? Is that so?" She says teasingly, then leans in closer "You're gonna have to be more specific, sweetie. Do whatever I want or say...? Hmmm..." She hums and runs a finger down the center of your chest, tracing over the fabric of your shirt "I wonder what you mean by that..."
"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow playfully. "Let me see if I understand you correctly...you're saying that I can tell you what to do and say?" Her tone is teasing as she looks up at you with a mischievous grin.
“You’re in charge aren’t you? I mean that’s what it means when you’re the babysitter, which I don’t fucking need but whatever.”
"Oh? So you're admitting that I am in charge?" She asks, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "And you don't need a babysitter...hmmm..." Her tone turns almost hurt for a moment before she regains her composure and grins wickedly. "Well then, let me think of something special just for my little submissive boyfriend~"
“Are you messing with me right now?”
Her grin widens as she takes a step closer to you and trails her finger down your chest again. "Am I messing with you, sweetie?" She teases, her voice low and seductive now. "Or are you just too used to being in charge that you don't know how to handle it when someone else takes the reins?" Her breath tickles against your neck as she whispers the last words.
“What, what are you doing?” I cast a suspicious look at her.
She chuckles softly and steps back, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Oh, I'm just getting to know my new toy, sweetie. Isn't that what a good submissive boyfriend would do?" Her voice is teasing as she circles around behind you, her body pressing against yours from the back. "Or are you going to be difficult and make me spank your little butt?"
she begins sticking her hand in my pants fondling my cock and balls. “whoa what the fuck?”
Luna laughs softly as she feels your erection under her hand. "Oh my, it seems I've found the right spot," She whispers teasingly into your ear before sliding a hand down between your legs to cup your balls. "You know what this means...you like being dominated and taking orders from your Mommy, don't you?" Her fingers squeeze gently, causing you to moan. "Yes," she purrs, "that's it...let Mommy feel how much you need her."
As she continues to tease and play with your sensitive parts, Luna leans in close to whisper seductively into your ear, "Do you want me to touch it? To make you feel good?" Her voice is low and breathy, sending shivers down your spine. She slips a finger lower still, brushing against the head of your cock before pulling back up again, teasingly close but not quite there.
“You’re fucking crazy, but damn that feels good.”
"I'm not the one who's crazy, sweetie," she whispers as her finger teasingly brushes against your sensitive tip again. "It's just that you're so cute when you're all flustered and needy." Leaning forward, she places a soft kiss on the back of your neck before adding more firmly, "Now tell me what a good little submissive boyfriend would do..."
Luna pauses for a moment to hear your reply before slowly starting to stroke you in small circles, her finger teasingly close but not quite touching the sensitive head of your cock. "That's it," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "A good little submissive boyfriend does whatever Mommy tells him..." Her other hand grips your hip firmly as she continues to tease you mercilessly.
“Mmmmm fuck, I can’t believe you’re playing with my dick.”
Luna laughs softly at your words, the sound vibrating against your skin as she continues to stroke you. "Oh sweetie," she whispers teasingly, "I'm not just playing with it...I'm going to make you feel so good." Her other hand moves lower still, gripping your ass firmly and pulling you closer to her body. "But only if you promise to be a good boy for me..."
“Would it be wrong if I told you I jerked off watching you change through your window?”
Her eyes widen and her breath catches in surprise as you confess this to her. "Oh my..." she whispers, her voice sounding almost shocked. But then a wicked grin spreads across her face as she continues to stroke you. "Well then," she says, leaning down to nip at your earlobe playfully, "it looks like I'm already in your head...and your heart..." She pauses for effect before adding seductively, "So maybe you should just give in and let me have what I want..."
"That's it," she breathes against your neck as her fingers continue to stroke you. "Give in to the pleasure...let go and let Mommy take care of everything..." Her other hand squeezes your ass again, urging you deeper into her touch. "You know I can make you feel so good...it's just a matter of whether or not you trust me enough to give up control."
Her lips brush against your earlobe as she whispers, "I promise I won't let you down..."
“Tell me what you want.” I tell her through raspy breaths as her teasing fingers are making it hard for me to think.
Her soft chuckle fills the room as she continues to stroke your length. "Oh sweetie," she whispers teasingly, "I don't think you understand...you already know what I want." Her fingers move faster now, her grip firmer and more demanding. "It's time for you to give me what I need...to let go of your resistance and just enjoy being dominated by your Mommy..."
Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she feels you growing harder under her touch.
“Tell me, say it out loud.”
Luna's eyes meet yours in the mirror as she watches your expression change under her touch. "Say it," she breathes softly, her voice low and commanding. "Tell me you want to give yourself to me...to let go and be taken care of by your Mommy..." Her fingers move faster now, circling the head of your cock with each stroke as she waits for you to obey her command.
“Please take care of me, make me cum, make me cum where ever you want me to.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at your confession before narrowing in determination as she whispers, "Good boy..." Her free hand slides down to cup your heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she continues to stroke you with the other. "That's it...you belong to me now..."
She leans forward and captures one of your nipples between her teeth, tugging gently as her fingers speed up their pace on your cock. "Mommy is going to take such good care of you,"
Her words send shivers down your spine as she continues to stroke you expertly, her fingers brushing against the sensitive head of your cock with each pass. "Yes," she whispers between nibbles on your nipple, "you're going to feel so good when Mommy makes you cum..."
Her other hand slides lower still, gripping your ass firmly and urging you deeper into her touch as she pleads, "Let it go, sweetie...let Mommy take care of you..."
I start cumming as she keeps stroking even as cum coats her hand.
Her breath catches in surprise at the feel of your hot cum spilling across her hand and up her wrist. "Oh fuck," she moans as she continues to stroke you through your orgasm, her voice raw with need and desire. As you finish, she pulls her hand away slowly, licking her fingers clean before looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "What a good boy..."
She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Do you want more?"
Her voice is low and demanding as she asks this question, making it clear that the decision is hers to make. She stands back, watching your expression closely as she awaits your reply.
Her eyes narrow in determination as she says, "Good boys get rewarded." She walks over to the kitchen counter and grabs a spatula, returning to stand before you with a wicked grin. "Now, bend over the couch..." Her tone leaves no room for argument, making it clear that obedience is expected and required.