Falling for the Babysitter

This is our home. Our beautiful, perfect home.

It takes a couple weeks before we’re completely settled in the new house. I wanted to give my mom some time to adjust before just shipping out. Now that she’s used to the idea of me being gone, and encourages it, I’m excited to start staying with Deacon and Bailey.

Over the last week we’d been painting the nursery. We went with a mint for a neutral color since we don’t know yet if our new baby will be a boy or girl. We haven’t decided if we want to know the sex at all until the delivery. I always thought it was kind of fun when people didn’t know. The biggest surprise of one’s life. Except I don’t know how long I will hold out. I already want to go shopping for little outfits and there aren’t enough cute baby stuff in neutral colors for me to get excited about.

It’s my first night sleeping in the new house. After all the work and decorating we’ve done, this feels like my reward. My mom volunteered to keep Bailey overnight so Deacon and I could have some much needed alone time together. Once this baby comes, and since I’ll be breastfeeding, it’ll be impossible to sneak in time for just us.

After dropping Bailey off, we go inside the house. It still smells like fresh paint.

“It’s so quiet in here,” Deacon says. He walks up to me, rubs my belly. It’s sort of a new obsession with him, always touching it, rubbing it like a crystal ball that might reveal his future if he looks hard enough. His hands slip up and over my sensitive breasts. “Should we fill it with your screams of pleasure?” he says.

eyes and lean back against him, marveling in the

during pregnancy, and I also heard

Those are difficult to unzip so I take them off myself

hasn’t been a time yet where he hasn’t been after talk of sex. I’ve always heard older men—even men in

my mouth. I love the taste of his pre-come. I was afraid that was one of the things

fits in my mouth. Good thing I have a big mouth and know

the sides of my head, spearing himself into my stretched throat. He likes me to look him in the eyes while he fucks my mouth. Our eyes lock, tears streaming down my cheeks as my

of my mouth. With him so far down my throat, it’s impossible to