Babysitting the Haytons Turned Into the Wildest Anniversary After-Party

A while back, our neighbor Mrs. Hayton asked if I could babysit so she and her husband could celebrate their anniversary. I was short on cash, so I said yes and asked if my cousin Maya could come along too. She said that was totally fine.

The night arrived, Maya and I showed up at
their door. Mr. Hayton let us in, explained his wife was still getting ready
upstairs, and told us to make ourselves at home help ourselves to whatever was
in the fridge, even order takeaway if we felt like it.

Then Mrs. Hayton came down in this tiny black
dress, clearly no bra, looking insanely hot. She did a little spin and asked,
“Do I look okay?” We both immediately said yes. A few minutes later, they
headed out, laughing and already a bit tipsy.

The evening was easy the kids were angels, no
drama at all. Maya and I just chilled on the couch, watching TV, cuddling, and
chatting quietly.

Right at midnight, a taxi pulled up. The
Haytons stumbled back in, very drunk, super chatty and affectionate. Mr. Hayton
playfully pushed Maya and me apart so he could squeeze right between us on the
sofa. Mrs. Hayton sat opposite, her little dress riding up and showing pretty
much everything.

She asked if we wanted drinks. We said sure.
She disappeared to the kitchen and came back with vodka. As she handed them
over, she asked if we wanted to stick around a bit longer. It was the weekend,
no college the next day, and Maya was crashing at my place anyway so we said
yes.

A lot of vodka, laughing, and random questions
later, the conversation drifted to boyfriends. Neither Maya nor I had one. Mrs.
Hayton grinned and asked what we did for “fun” instead. Tipsy and loose-lipped,
Maya started spilling about our family history how her dad (my uncle) and I had
been messing around for a while. The Haytons were instantly fascinated.

Mr. Hayton leaned in and asked straight-up if
we “did stuff together.” We both nodded. He raised an eyebrow and said, “Prove
it.”

Maya looked at me, gave a sly smile, then
leaned right across him and kissed me deep, sloppy, full tongue, no holding
back.

When we broke apart, Mrs. Hayton stood up,
walked over, and said, “You call that a kiss?” She straddled her husband’s lap
and kissed him hard, passionately, while Maya and I watched from either side.
As they made out, he slid her dress straps down off her shoulders, pulling the
fabric to her waist and exposing her big, full tits.

They finally pulled apart. She leaned over and
kissed Maya while he turned and kissed me. There was zero resistance from
either of us not even when I felt his hands sliding under my t-shirt, squeezing
my boobs. I opened my eyes and saw Maya was already topless, Mrs. Hayton
kissing down her neck, hands all over her chest.

Then Mrs. Hayton stood, letting her dress drop
completely to the floor. She was left in just tiny panties and hold-up
stockings. “Stand up, girls,” she said. We did. “Now strip.”

I hesitated for a second, but Maya was naked in
record time, so I followed suit. Both of us standing there firm, teenage
bodies, decent-sized boobs for our age Mrs. Hayton just smiled, clearly
pleased, and led us upstairs to the bedroom.

Once there, she told us to get on the bed. She
peeled off her panties and climbed on with us. For a while it was all slow
kissing and touching hands and mouths everywhere, taking turns caressing and
teasing us.

Eventually it turned into her on her back, me
straddling her face while she licked me, and Maya between her legs eating her
out. I was lost in it, grinding down, when I heard Maya squeal. I opened my
eyes just in time to see Mr. Hayton sliding his huge cock deep inside her,
starting to fuck her hard.

We never made it home that night. It was messy,
wild, and way more fun than any babysitting gig has any right to be.