I am a single mother. I have a seven year old son and I work in independently. My son, Alejandro, lives with me and when

I am a single mother. I have a seven year old son and I work in independently. My son, Alejandro, lives with me and when I work he takes care of Justa, the nanny, who is like her second mother since all the time He's not at school, he spends it with her. I like the relationship that has with him, far from any maternal jealousy. I would even say that it has helped him to develop your ingenuity. Justa has worked in my house since Alejandro was two years old, and her character is so bearable that she has become a very good my friend I don't know what I would do with my son if I hadn't found her. She is brunette and tiny, thin and with a serene and smiling face. He must be about 26 years old and still He hasn't married. If you push me, I would say that it has a singular appeal, which highlights with its tiny details and its foolproof commitment. Our relationship has never been subscribed to an "employer employee" formality, but rather We just take it as mutual help. The case that I want to narrate has my little one as triggering of the story, in which - as might be supposed - I find myself involved in a dalliance with Justa. It was a Friday at noon when Alejandro arrived from school with a curious task: paint a portrait of his family. He brought with him a magazine of painters that according to him he wanted to imitate, but with us as protagonists, since we were his family for anyone to see. In the house At lunchtime it was me and Justa, agreeing that we would lend him It helps but after the meal. Alejandro was so restless that he didn't even He ate everything and was waiting for us to do the work, especially considering that I had to present it in the afternoon class. Once we were ready to collaborate with Alejandrito, he He showed the painting that he sought to imitate with us as models. It was a sketch very ancient in which only two silhouettes could be seen in black shadow, intertwined diffusely. We accepted that he would be the one who would direct us. With our artist ready to begin, we sat on the couch about four meters in front of his sketch, acquiring as a pose a cordial hug between Justa and me. -No, not like that!- he told us at the outset. And approaching us She placed Justa's hand on my neck and turned my head towards her, slightly crouched, so that she looked towards his profile. He also placed a jousting leg over mine, looking consultatively at his magazine. I didn't say nothing, noticing her cheerful disposition. As it was I stopped to observe it. I saw that she was laughing, pleasantly, and without looking ahead I felt her soft, warm leg that barely moved. Alejandro had already returned to his original position. "Let's see, mom, put your other hand on her waist," he spoke. improvised painter. I, without stopping to look at Justa, obeyed and took her from her very thin waist, feeling that she stopped her smile a little and suddenly he swallowed saliva. -Justita, you can turn your head a little. Look at her from the front "to my mother," Alejandro said without stopping to look at his brochure, to which she She reacted late, wetting her lips slightly and slowly turning her face. to face, looking at me now, next to me. She was red, but she obeyed calmly. "What an exquisite moment," I thought. I blushed just watching her color. We both knew that something strange was happening, which Alejandro obviously he didn't realize. I never looked at her with eyes other than those of a good friend, but now I was beginning to perceive a caliginous shudder, my legs were already shivering under hers, which, naked by her skirt, were beginning to stick together. to mine. His eyes went from one to the other of mine, which lowered and They stopped in his mouth, in his nose, in his hair, to settle again in his pupils. -Closer, please.- asked our new artist. Already We carried out all the instructions without thinking, just with slowness. delightful to know that we are disturbed. This time it was the two of us who moved forward together, almost touching our noses. She made a gesture of turn back, but seeing that I was certainly determined in my movements, he didn't stopped. Even with his redecision he made us stay even closer, brushing against each other. almost. -Mom, if you could intertwine a leg with the one she has on you... - Alejandro suddenly suggested. I was a little scared there, especially with him. The thing is He already deserved some kind of warning, because even though he perceived that he did not suspect nothing at all about what was happening to me, it made me ashamed to think what could to do to his companions with such power of conviction. While I was thinking about What would I say to her, I noticed that her leg was the one that was intertwined with mine. I was left rambling blankly, gone, and without stopping to look at her it was me who was This time a guttural sound escaped. My throat had gone dry. "Are you sure that's what the painting is like?" I asked out loud to Alejandro, while I felt my breath hit my half-closed mouth. Fair. She began to blink rapidly, as if taken aback by my sudden uncertainty, slowly beginning to move his face away. Instinctively I pressed a both her waist, perhaps unintentionally but yes, wanting it to happen, letting her this time in a position parallel to my body, since I had readjusted myself with the sudden movement -No, Justita's hand is missing hugging you, mommy- he responded. the cartoonist, who seemed to give more importance to his portrait than to the models. The response was a balm for the couple, since the momentary tension dissipated immediately, and we both collaborated to forge the new posture. Justa noticed that I stood up slightly to facilitate her displacement, which she took advantage of to cling to me more, in such a way that This time, not only were our warm legs and thighs bumping into each other, but now our hips, cheeks, shoulders and breasts rested on each other. I at that point he looked at her with impudence, which she reciprocated with a barely insinuating smile, still embarrassed. "That's fine," Alejandro told us, "I already paint them well." An eternity could have passed, a volcano of Feelings flooded my head and heart as I felt the warm cheek of Right in my face, while I caressed her waist and she caressed mine, while tinyly we moved to feel the touch of our hardened breasts, while she couldn't hold back her laughter and that made her blush more, and I felt that my crotch began to throb with increasing strength and desperation. It could have been a long time, meanwhile we let ourselves be painted without remembering what it was. I was actually doing it. Nothing interrupted us that afternoon, least of all the car horn. Alejandro's bus that took him back to school with his homework ready, saying goodbye to us and thanking us for the help. We barely turn around say: "bye", and that the little one does not forget anything and in the process ask him the return time. And we stayed right there. "The child left," Justa told me, after a few minutes from that we heard the bus go. "That's right," I told him, without interrupting the situation that my son had tried to develop with us. She didn't do anything to get out either. that increasingly delicious tribulation. "Are you uncomfortable?" I asked, separating myself from his leg. wet from the position, and then reaffirm it to mine, which also They felt sweet. "No, not at all," he told me, taking advantage of my movement to slide his hand down my back, giving me a small shiver, and then stop on his forehead in my armpit, almost imperceptibly tickling my another breast. I couldn't take it any longer and hugged her whole with an immense shiver, with a irresistible fire that took hold of me, and eagerly left my body to confused with her, who, far from resisting, looked madly for my tits with the same hand, already assigning herself the entire task, and I let her do it, I helped her with my dedication, to suddenly melt into the hottest kiss I have ever had. memory. We go from burning inertia to the electrified struggle of two bodies that came together for the first time and found each other, and it was happiness, it was desire out of desire, pleasure for pleasure that of us two young and beautiful women, each in our own way, but discovering the unmistakable zeal of female who called us in the crowding of only two ways in a short space and warm, fiery to the max. And there we were, the two of us still in that long, kiss. uninhibited, the one who gave us the pass to madness and the promise of what was to come. She tangled my hair with her hands and tried to undo the buttons of my blouse. I hugged her tight, I wanted her for myself but I didn't know how. I opened my mouth to to give him with kisses what was happening to me. And I went to his butt, running through it completely, to suddenly raise her short skirt and make her stay in panties. Her little ass was really small, exquisitely small, like two melons. dark, sweaty and shiny, still wrapped in the underwear that I now I would go down and find it like this, completely exposed and served to my delight. I was going to devour. "Ma'am, I wanted to tell you something," he suddenly told me between gasps. and trying to escape from my kisses, but not without leaving aside my tits either. "Tell me, Justita," I answered without removing her mouth from my eyes. kisses. -...to tell you that sometimes I get wet at night thinking about "You..." he shouted at me, making me look like a lioness in search of prey, hot to not give more. I bit his lips very hard, realizing that for the long and painful sigh he released. He clung to me in such a way that I was shivering with pleasure. She took off her entire skirt and then the entire top. "You're gorgeous," I told her, and I began to imitate her by unbuttoning my blouse. -No, ma'am. "Leave it to me," she stopped me, taking charge of undress me He seemed to suddenly take control of the actions and, placing himself on me, with each button he saved he approached my breasts, groping them as a female to go straight to sucking them. I was in glory. I took off everything else and I went in search of her tits, I rubbed them subtly, fast and slow, realizing the heavenly figure they had, with their thin and dark figure as the background of those dunes worthy of applause, I apprehended it and It was going down slowly. Slowly I arrived at its oasis, at that humid spring that smelled divinely and invited me to consume. So I did, feeling his death rattle underground to every contact of mine. I grabbed her butt while my mouth was I immersed myself in that secret room. She was flooded with her liquefied delicacy, but I wanted more. I masturbated her with my tongue, while with my fingers I checked my own oil state. When she realized what I was doing, she made me abandon my task. and grabbing my hand she began to masturbate me, first with my finger, then with my hand, and then with hers. He then went down to my clam and ate, I was in limbo, and she gave it to mine. Redoubling myself in his body I reached her sex to grab it again with my tongue, which was rearing with its aroma and I didn't want to let go. So, in a sixty-nine, I felt the most orgasm generous that he had conceived until now, and with an earthquake on her part, I felt like minutes later she was leaving, to stay like me, sunk in the puddle of desire And that's how, through my son's homework, I was able to verify what exquisite pleasure of giving one another woman against woman, an admitted and delicious vice for sight and senses. Ah, I must clarify that the story is far from having It was the only meeting I had with my nanny. Sorry, my friend Justita. Comments to: petibum@latinmail.com