Bitter Babysitter

Emma Starletto came home from her babysitting shift looking wrecked. Jupiter Jetson caught the slump in her shoulders and the frown dragging her mouth down. "Tough night?" Jupiter asked. Emma kicked her shoes off. "The parents found out I brought a girl over. Their neighbor saw us kissing through the window. I got fired on the spot. No more gigs." Jupiter raised an eyebrow. "You probably shouldn't be making out with anyone while you're watching their kids." Emma dropped onto the couch. "I can't help it. I get horny and lonely at night. I never make it through without company." Jupiter smiled faintly. "Give me a couple days. I might have a solution." Days passed. Emma sat alone in another living room, staring at the TV. She heard the front door open and saw Jupiter walk in wearing a long coat. Jupiter let it fall open. Black lace covered the curves underneath. Emma's eyes widened. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Keeping you company," Jupiter said. "If touching your stepmom keeps you out of trouble and keeps you working, I'm willing to give it to you." Emma hesitated, breathing faster. Jupiter added that anyone looking in would simply see a concerned stepmother checking on her stepdaughter. That quiet explanation tipped the scale. They kissed, slow at first, then deeper. Hands slipped beneath lace and straps fell away. Fingers traced warm skin until every sigh gave way to open legs, wet mouths, and the kind of release that leaves the room smelling of sex and perfume.