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As she looked down at the sleeping child, Samantha couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement run through her body. The little girl was sound asleep, tucked in tight under the covers, while Samantha sat in the dimly lit room watching over her.

It had been a quiet night so far. The parents had gone out for dinner and left Samantha in charge of their daughter. They had only given her the most basic instructions, nothing that Samantha hadn’t heard before. She was an experienced babysitter, after all.

But it was the first time she had been to this particular house. The bedroom was cozy, with a thick carpet, a pink-and-white wallpaper, a few stuffed animals on the bed, and a small nightlight. The faint aroma of lavender scented the air.

As she sat there, lost in wondered, Samantha realized that she was feeling more than a little bit horny. She didn’t know what had come over her – maybe it was the stillness of the room, or the warm glow of the nightlight – but she couldn’t shake the feeling of desire.

She tried to deny it at first, telling herself that it was wrong. She was just a babysitter, after all. But as she sat there, watching the child sleep, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

She wondered about the numerous babysitting gigs she had had over the years and admitted to herself that there had been more than a few times when she had felt attracted to the fathers of the children she was looking after.

But this was different. She was definitely feeling an attraction to the child’s mother, a woman with long, wavy hair and big, expressive eyes. She had been so kind when they met, with a warm, inviting smile that seemed to light up the whole room.

Samantha lost track of how long she had been sitting there, lost in wondered, when she heard a noise from the hallway. She looked up to see the mother peeking her head in the room.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” the mother said, smiling warmly.

“It’s okay,” Samantha replied, her heart racing a little. She realized that her nipples had hardened under her shirt and that she was feeling very aroused.

“I just wanted to check in and see how everything was going,” the mother said.

“Everything’s perfect,” Samantha replied, trying to be as cool as feasible.

“Good,” the mother said, her eyes drifting down to the child. “She must be sleeping well.”

“Yes, she’s out like a light,” Samantha said.

The mother stepped closer to the bed, her hand reaching out to softly caress the child’s cheek. It was then that Samantha realized how close they were standing to each other. She could smell the mother’s perfume, a light floral scent that was sending her senses into overdrive.

They stood there for a few moments, silently gazing at the sleeping child. Samantha found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss the mother, to run her fingers through her hair, to feel her warmth and her soft skin pressed against her own…

The moment passed all too soon, and the mother stepped back, flashing another quick smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” the mother said. “It was good to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Samantha said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the mother turned to leave, Samantha watched her go, feeling both disappointed and relieved. She knew that her attraction to the woman was wrong, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.

For a few minutes more she sat there, still lost in wondered, before finally gathering up her things and making her way out of the room.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, and before she knew it, the parents were back and thanking her for her services. Samantha gathered her things, thanked them for the job, and made her way out into the night.

But as she walked down the quiet, dark street, back to her apartment, she couldn’t shake the feeling of desire that had taken hold of her.

It wasn’t long before she found herself back in her bedroom, alone, with only her fantasies to keep her business.

She lay in her bed, her fingers slowly tracing the outline of her body, unable to stop thinking about the mother, about the way she looked, about the way she smelled.

It was then that Samantha realized that she would do anything to have the mother, to feel her body against her own. She wanted her desperately, wanted to taste her, to touch her, to make her feel pleasure like she had never felt before.

As she continued to let her fingers explore her body, Samantha felt a sudden thrill run through her. She knew that she would have to take risks to experience the pleasure she craved, but she was eager to do it.

With one hand still exploring her swollen clit, Samantha used the other to reach for her phone.

She opened a new message, took a deep breath, and typed up a message to the mother.

Hey, have you ever wondered about hiring a babysitter-in-training?

She hit send, hoping against hope that she would get a response.

It was only a few seconds later that she heard the ding! of her phone and looked down to see a reply from the mother.

Not really, why?

Samantha took a deep breath, her heart pounding hard in her chest.

Well, I was thinking that maybe you could use a little help sometime.

She waited a few seconds for the mother to respond but was met with silence.

Panicking, Samantha typed out another message.

Sorry, I shouldn’t have sent that. I’ll find out if you don’t want to use me again.

As she hit send, Samantha felt a pang of regret wash over her. She had gone too far, too fast.

But to her surprise, the mother replied almost immediately.

No, it’s fine. I could use the help.

Samantha’s heart raced as she read the message. She couldn’t believe it. After everything that had happened, the mother still wanted her to come back.

Over the next few weeks, Samantha continued to work for the family, watching their daughter every chance she got. She became increasingly flirtatious with the mother, using every excuse she could to touch her, to feel her warmth.

But it wasn’t until one particularly hot summer night, when the parents had gone out for dinner again, that things finally came to a head.

As Samantha sat on the couch, watching TV, she felt a sudden urge to see the mother again. She quietly made her way up the stairs, hoping to discover her in her bedroom.

To her relief, the door was open, and the mother was lying on her bed, with her eyes closed, listening to music.

“Hey,” Samantha said softly, leaning against the doorway, her heart racing.

The mother opened her eyes and smiled.

“Hey,” she said, sitting up.

Samantha walked over to the bed, trying to steady her breathing. She could feel the mother’s eyes on her, could sense her desire.

“What’s up?” the mother asked.

Samantha paused, her mind racing with possibilities.

“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I just wanted to see you again.”

The mother chuckled.

“Well, here I am,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

Samantha sat down on the bed, her body taut with anticipation.

For a few moments, they sat there in silence, neither one knowing what to say. But then the mother reached out and put her hand on Samantha’s leg, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

Samantha leaned into the touch, her heart racing with desire.

“I want you,” she said finally. “I want you so bad.”

The mother’s eyes widened, and before either of them knew what was happening, they were locked in a heated kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Samantha could feel her body throbbing with desire, could feel the mother’s hands running over her back, down to her ass, pressing her body into the mattress.

They continued to kiss for what felt like hours, the heat between them growing more intense by the minute.

Finally, the mother pulled away, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“I might be married,” she said, grinning, “but I’m not dead yet.”

Samantha laughed, her own desire still burning hot.

“Good,” she said, rolling over on top of the mother. “Because I want you more than anything.”

And as they made love with reckless abandon, their bodies writhing together in a passionate frenzy, Samantha knew that she had never felt more alive, more fulfilled.

For the rest of the night, they remained tangled up together, exploring each other’s bodies, losing themselves in the ecstasy of their desire.

In the end, Samantha knew that she had found her soulmate, the forbidden love of her life. She would all the time cherish the moments they shared together, all the time remember the heat of their passion, all the time hold onto the memory of their bedtime bliss.
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