Peyton The Babysitter Gets Caught

[HI! A few of my Reddit friends talked me into writing another chapter for Peyton. Here we go ... hang onto your balls.]

I was naked in the living room of my house. My balls were in Peyton's hand, and she was squeezing them. It hurt like hell, but it could have been worse. She wasn't using her thumbs. We made a bet that if I could stay standing for two minutes while she squeezed my balls, she would blow me. I can never resist these stupid bets, because there's always a small chance that I can hang on. Maybe it's one in a million, but if I win; blowjob.

My parents were out for the night, my sister Amber was asleep upstairs, and Peyton was our babysitter. It's fucking ridiculous, I'm eighteen and a half. I don't need a babysitter, but my parents said that I have to do whatever Peyton wants. I used to fight them about it, but now I like it, because Peyton has been busting my balls.

It was a warm night, and Peyton was wearing a loose tank top. She took her bra off after Amber went to bed, so I had been staring at her tits almost non-stop. They're just amazing, so big and full. So jiggly. They always help take my mind off the pain that Peyton inflicts on my balls. The downside of the warm weather was that it made my balls hang low, so they were easy targets for Peyton to get a hold of. She had a good grip on them and she was squeezing and tugging on them with conviction.

Fuck it hurt, but fuck ... those tits. I feel beads of sweat forming on my brow, and my eyes are just beginning to tear. My knees are starting to shake as waves of pain seem to be crashing on top of me. If it weren't for the promise of getting my cock sucked, I would have given up long ago.

"Come on, Matt. Hang tough. I think you have a good chance this time."

"I'm .... trying," I winced through gritted teeth. I was suspicious that she could just end this at any time. I wondered if she was just taking it easy on me so she could bust my balls for as long as possible. It's rare that I win one of these bets, but every now and then I do. Maybe she just felt sorry for me and threw me a bone. Hell, maybe she just felt like blowing me. Whatever. I was hoping that it might end that way this time.

"Uh ... Peyton? ... Matt?" I looked up to see my parents walk into the living room. I didn't hear them come in from the garage. Oh fuck!

"Hi, Mrs. Michaels," Peyton said. She kept her firm grip on my balls.

"What are you doing?"

"Remember how you said I should do whatever it takes to make Matt behave?"

"Yes."

"This is what it takes."

Oh shit. This is going to go sideways. Mom looked at my Dad, then at me, then back at Peyton.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, and then burst out laughing.

"What did he do tonight to deserve this punishment?" Mom asked between bursts of laughter.

"He kept pestering me for a blowjob, so we made a little bet. If he can take two minutes of me squeezing his balls, I'll suck his cock."

Mom broke into another fit of hysterical laughter. "This is fucking great."

"Twenty seconds left," Peyton said as she glanced at me.

"Are you going to let him win?" Mom asked.

"No, I figured to finish him off right about now."

"FUCK!" I cried out as Peyton mashed her middle finger into my left ball. It deformed under the pressure, it looked like it might explode in her fingers. I wanted to stay on my feet so badly, but my legs betrayed me. I quickly dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"That was great," Mom said. Still laughing to herself.

"It's fun, you should try it."

"What? On Matt?"

"Sure, or maybe on Mr. Michaels. You know, if he acts up."

"Wait a minute, I've heard just about enough of this," Dad said.

"Like that," Peyton said.

What happened next, I never thought I would see. Ever. Mom turned to Dad and grabbed his balls. Dad's mouth opened, and he gulped for air. He looked like a fish out of water. I almost laughed, but I was in too much pain.

"Mary..." Dad wheezed. "My balls."

"No, honey. They're my balls now, and I'm busy with them."

"Please..."

Mom turned to Peyton, "You were right, this is fun."

"You would be amazed how much more agreeable Matt has been since I started disciplining him."

"I can imagine."

"If you really want to own him, you have to mix in rewards with the discipline. I have Matt so confused, he'll put up with all kinds of torture just on the off chance that I might suck his cock."

"Do you ever?"

"Sure, sometimes. I like sucking his cock, he's so grateful when I do it."

Mom continued to hold Dad's balls through his pants. Dad's face was screwed up in pain, but I did notice that he had an erection. To be honest, so did I.

"I don't feel like sucking his cock, in fact, I think I want to sit on his face," Mom said. I thought my head was going to explode. Sit on his face? What's gotten into her?

"You can do that. You can do whatever you want, I'm sure he'll be happy to comply. Right, Mr. Michaels?"

"Yes..." Dad winced through gritted teeth.

"Come with me," Mom said, and she pulled Dad by the balls into their bedroom. She closed the door behind them. I could hear talking, then I heard Dad cry out. They were quiet for a moment, and soon I heard Mom moaning. Louder and louder. Peyton looked over at me and laughed quietly.

"Your Mom sure took to that quickly."

"My poor father."

"I bet he's having a great time."

I managed to sit up, and Peyton came over next to me. "And you never know, some days it pays to behave." She bent forward and guided my cock into her mouth. She sucked on the head and cupped my balls. I leaned back and watched as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock, then sucked it in. Deeper and deeper with each thrust of my hips as I tried to push into her mouth. Fuck it felt so good. I reached my hand into her blouse and cupped her big, soft breast.

The sounds of my mother having an orgasm in the next room filled the house. She must be a handful, because she was making a lot of noise. The intense feeling of Peyton's fingers kneading my balls was getting to me. Peyton sucked on the head of my cock and began stroking my shaft with her hand. I wouldn't last long with that treatment, and I didn't.

"FUCK YES!" My entire body tensed, then relaxed all at once as I blasted cum into Peyon's waiting mouth. I cried out with each contraction of my cock. It was surreal to hear my mother in the next room enjoy an orgasm at the same time. I didn't care, I came and came, filling Peyton with my cum. She sucked it all down until I had no more to give. My limp cock dropped from her mouth, she licked her lips, and sat next to me.

"I think your mother is still getting off," Peyton said. "She sounds like a lot of fun."

"Ewww!"

"Let's go up to your room, I want a bit of what your mother is getting."