It wasn't easy for Cynthia, who had to work twelve hours a day to support their modest lifestyle. Jim would usually get home from school a little after three o'clock, and would entertain himself in front of the TV until his mom got home five hours later. Then she would pop their dinner, which she had readied the previous night, into the microwave. Their meals were simple, but nutritious, and Jim always ate everything on his plate, with many comments to his mother about how delicious it was.

During his lonely afternoons and evenings, Jim had taken to watching porno movies on videotapes that a friend from school would loan to him. By the time Cynthia would get home, he would usually have wanked off two or three times. He'd been masturbating for a year-and-a-half, ever since that very same friend had shown him how to do it. From then on, he was fascinated with the pleasures he could bring himself to, and the funny little droplets of slippery boy-cum that had just begun to shoot out onto his tummy when the feelings got too good to bear any longer. In the last six months, he had grown a few little hairs around the base of his penis and his ejaculations had become a little more white and stringy.

Jim had also become very aware that the sex drive could make one do crazy things. Two months ago, he had been playing with a British girl from his school and had tried to grab one of her developing little breasts. She responded by slapping his face so hard that he really saw stars in front of his eyes. He'd believed that all of the British girls were allowed to mess around at the age of twelve, and would even fuck, but this girl sure hadn't been like that at all!

Jim had found that he was sufficiently good-looking to attract some of the prettier girls, even though he was barely 5'3" and still had a thin, boyish build. Unfortunately, he never really took advantage and socialized with them, since he spent most of his spare time at home. Jim didn't really care for any after-school sports, feeling that he already got enough exercise from what they demanded of him in gym class.

One Friday, when his mother got home from work, he was sitting on the couch after having masturbated only once. She told him that she had invited his babysitter of two years ago to come spend the evening with him, since she was going out to dinner with some friends and wouldn't be home until very late.

Jim wasn't very happy to hear that, for he felt he was now much too old for a babysitter. But Cynthia told him she'd already made the arrangements and it was too late to change them. Besides, his babysitter hadn't been so bad to him in the past, had she? Jim had to admit that was true. One evening with her probably wouldn't kill him.

At nine o'clock that night, the doorbell rang and Cynthia hurried to open the door and greet Mrs. Blackwood. Bashfully, Jim went over to greet her, too, and blushed with embarrassment when she gave him a kiss. Mrs. Blackwood was impressed with how much Jim had grown since she'd last seen him, and how handsome he now was.

Jim was a little impressed, himself, as he gazed upon Mrs. Blackwood for the first time since he'd started puberty. The 45-year-old widow had a soft, creamy brown complexion and had a fine body that measured 40-27-39. The boy's feverish mind couldn't help but entertain lewd thoughts over this woman whose body in no way reflected her age.

After Cynthia left, Mrs. Blackwood made herself comfortable on the sofa and began to peruse that tabloids that Jim's mother had purchased. As usual, though, they contained nothing of interest and she turned on the TV. She watched Sky One for awhile, then turned to Channel Four. It didn't take long for Jim to become bored as an oyster.

Jim sighed and told her that he was going to take a shower. She said very well, so he went off to his room to undress. Mrs. Blackwood then began to think about the times she had scrubbed his back for him a couple of years ago, and thought she might try and use this as an excuse to see the handsome boy naked. She'd lost her husband two years before, and to be perfectly frank, was horny as hell. Even to see the cock of a twelve-year-old boy might give her at least a little relief, so when she heard the shower start, she got up and went to the bathroom door.

Jim felt it was very odd when Mrs. Blackwood knocked on the door, but he allowed her to enter, anyway. She told him that his mother wanted her to scrub his back. At first he wanted to reject her offer, but then found that he had a strange desire to let her see his naked body, at least from the back. What harm could there be in that? He agreed, and turned toward the wall to present his back (and tight, firm little buttocks) to his good-looking babysitter.

When Mrs. Blackwood opened the shower and saw his nude form, although from behind, she immediately felt her face flush and her nipples harden. She began to lather the boy as he remained turned away from her, and her hand traveled from his neck down to his beautiful, smooth behind. When she had lathered his entire back, she was so hot that she decided to try to do his front, too. She just had to see some cock, or she thought she might explode.

"OK, Jimmy. Turn around and I'll finish lathering you." She instructed, trying to sound like it was just a routine request.

"But..." Jimmy squeaked. Her soapy hand on his back had given him a tremendous hard-on! He couldn't let her see that! How embarrassing! But a growing part of his horny little mind was urging him to turn around a let her see it.

"Oh, come on, Jimmy, you don't have to feel ashamed with me." She urged him, trying to make him think that what she was asking of him was the most natural thing in the world.

"N- N- Nooooo," Jimmy argued half-heartedly.......(cont)