This choice: It's his mom, come to tell him his babysitter is here • Go Back...Chapter #3A Babysitter?!? by: sm7in   "Bobby, sweetie?" Rose's head slowly eased into her son’s room, spying him lying down in the ocean of his bed, his pillow lying just at her feet as she stepped in.
Not turning to look at his mother, Bobby just grunted out "What" and waited to hear what she had to say before he decided if it was worth trying to argue her out of his own room; his one place of solace.
"I'm going to need you to come downstairs hun, Mommies leaving to go out with her girlfriends..." as she slowly paces over to her son and places her hand on his shoulder as she finishes, "and you need to come downstairs and meet your new babysitter."
Turning over and picking up his upper body in a near instant, Bobby looked up at his mother's warm smile leaning in over him with a look of utter shock; "A what?! But mo--"
"Now, now my little baby, there's no need to get all worked up about it, I'll be out of the movie and home before your bedtime!" She beamed down at her son as she swooped her other arm under his armpit and hoisted him up and onto her hip, giggling "Up we go!" before turning to the door and making her way out of the room and down the stairs with her son held tight to her to squelch his fussing’s.
Bobby was taken by complete surprise as his mother's hands quickly grabbed him and lifted his small body up to hers as she started to take him to see his new babysitter. Beginning to struggle against his mother's hold, Bobby was quickly hugged tight by the arm of his mother that wrapped around his upper body and his face was brought to a screaming halt as it sank into the soft wall that was his mother's prodigious side-boob. His body freezing up realizing how much more embarrassing his situation had become with his face stuffed into his mother’s large breast, it gave his mother ample time to adjust her hold and effectively press his arms in under her arm as she continued to hold tight. Despite the ground he had lost, Bobby couldn't stand for his mother's treatment and refused to give up until she put him down, but so far it was a losing battle.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Bobby had just noticed she was softly humming a tune as she carried him before cautioning "Ok baby, don't fuss on the stairs or mommy might drop her precious little boy and be all sad. Hold tight to mommy now..." she trailed off chipperly as she took the first step with a very light hindrance from holding her son.
"Mom, I can walk down the stairs myself... if you're so concerned!" He argued, pulling his head back hard against his mother’s arm, turning it to the side so that his mouth wasn't covered by his mother's breast. Not waiting for her response, he struggled with his head more against his mother's arm, yelling "Put me down!"
A sudden sharp pain shot through his thigh as his mother's right hand pinched and her left pulled his head back into her soft and stifling embrace. "Oh hush now!" his mother whispered sternly as she reached the bottom of the stairs and out across the short hallway to the living room where the young blond babysitter sat on the sofa for her employers return. Walking into the room and cooing down to her diminutive son in her arms, Rose looked up to meet the young lady with her smile. “Sorry about the Brittany, he can get into a mood every so often. We had a rough day today, didn’t we baby Bobby?” Rose apologized, embarrassing her son to new ends as she coddled him not only against his wishes again, but now in front of someone else!
Giving one sturdy push against her ribs and turning his head free once more in his frustration, he shouted “I’m not a baby mom! Don’t call me that and put! Me! Down!”
Finding little need to carry him any longer, Rose said goodbye to her desire to keep holding her contesting child and set him down beside her in the middle of the living room as the young blond looked on in bewilderment at what was transpiring before her. “There, now be a good boy for mommy and kindly introduce yourself like the gentleman I raised you, hmm?” She teasingly glared down at him over her smile as she motioned towards the third party in the room.
“But I don’t need a babysitter mom! I can handle myse…” he trailed off as he finally managed to take stock of the woman across the coffee table from him now that his mother wasn’t completely distracting him or veiling his vision. Standing now before him was the most striking and beautiful woman he had ever seen! Standing at roughly what he recognizes is the same height as his mother (who is 5’ 11”), she has straight long golden blond hair that falls down that falls effortlessly down just past her shoulders with bright blue eyes and thin light pink lips that follow her very soft tan. She wore capris black yoga pants and a casual blue top over her white tank top, all of which were holding some very nice curves. Her top was burgeoning out with breasts larger than his own mothers and for a woman he could only imagine could not be very far out of high school! Seeing her walk around the coffee table to greet him, his jaw nearly dropped in full as he saw a big luscious butt to follow that managed to even outshine her already impressive breasts! The sway of her steps forcing them to move back and forth was entirely captivating and it took sheer luck to remember that he had to not look like a perverted idiot in front of everyone. And then it suddenly dawned on him that he was treated like a little kid right in front of her! He wasn’t only being ridiculous in his common formalities but the tone had already been surely set in her mind that he was just a silly little mommas-boy and terribly immature! ‘Oh god, she must think oddly of me already!’ he thought. Breaking away from his moment of inner monologue distracting him, he took another small moment to push up the courage to try to set a better image for himself: after all, you only get one first impression. “H-h-hey, uh, I’m uh-h… I’m Bob, uh, Bob-by, I MEAN ROBERT! I’m Robert, I-I mean…” Smooth.
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