Who's The Boss?

by Tia G

For the safety and well being of his young daughter Samantha, Tony Micelli moved out from New-York to become a handyman and a housekeeper in a healthy suburb. He works for Angela Bower, a mid-thirty divorcee business woman who's living with Jonathan, her timid son and her mom, Mona Robinson, an eccentric successful cougar. It was Mona who had publish the ad Tony had read.

At first, Angela been reluctant but her mom convinced her to get a try. Tony and Samantha quickly integrated into the family life. The relationship between Angela and her employee often crossed the professional line as Tony became a fatherly figure to her young son and she got involved into Samantha's education as well. She liked being a substitute mother. And suddenly Samantha wasn't a little girl anymore.

Angela loved the idea of a male housekeeper. She liked the idea of a man washing her underwear. She's going to make sure to buy the sexiest outfits she could find. She'd leave wet crotches panties in the hamper so he'll can smell her cunt juice each time he pick them up from the laundry basket of her own bathroom. The idea of an obeying male doing female chores aroused her.

The fact he could smell a pussy he'll never get in her dirty panties, that he could wank using them or checking her lingerie turned her on.

She often wondered if he had open the bedside table drawer and found her dildos she use to masturbate. She bet her female neighbours, married or not, will be jealous to see such a strong man living in her house.

Samantha was upset, something was wrong. She had her nipples budding into little moles. Little aching moles, actually. And she didn't know what to do about it. She'd love to talk about it with her caring daddy but she felt embarrassed. It wasn't stuff like baseball or how kicking annoying boys in the ass at school. It was typically a girl stuff. She couldn't talk about it with her daddy. He told her crap when he was supposed to tell her about birds and bees. So she didn't know what to do.

Tony, as the loving caring father he was, knew something was wrong with his daughter and he was in distress as his little girl didn't want to talk with him. He noticed the tiny bumps under Samantha's tops lately and he wondered if it wasn't the subject his daughter didn't dare to discuss with him. And in a way, he was glad she didn't. He wouldn't know what to tell her anyway. So he coyly went to Angela, his boss, when he heard her car stopped outside the kitchen door. He stepped out, twisting his apron, as he usually does when he doesn't dare to ask something to his boss.

"What's wrong, Tony?, asked the tall blonde. I know you have something to ask me. So hit me." "Well, Angela..." hesitated Tony. "Something about Sam." "Is she sick?" questioned a very concerned Angela. "Did something bad happen to her at school?" "No, no", reassured the muscular man. "She's fine... But..." "But what, Tony?" Angela didn't like the way Tony always keeps things slow when he obviously wanted to talk.

"OK... Samantha is upset about something she doesn't want to tell me.

It's the first time she acts like this. I dunno what to do. And I'm sure it's a girl stuff. And I'm not comfortable to talk about girl stuff. I know I told her lot of bullshit - Sorry, Angela - when the birds and bees popped up from nowhere."

"I get it. You want me and Sam talk about...

_ Don't say it. Don't say it", he said waving his hands panicky.

"Thank you so much Angela. You'll tell me what it was about please Angela? _ Alright, Tony. I'll talk to Sam tonight when she'll go to bed. And after you kiss her goodnight. And you're not allowed to stay behind her bedroom door while she and I talk about girl stuff." Tony moaned with disappointment, shrugged and finally nodded. "I'll do as you said."

*Knock knock* "Come in", said the young voice through the closed door.

"Hi Samantha", said Angela. Then she closed the bedroom door as she stepped into the girl's land. Actually, the room wasn't really girlie.

Sam was a tomboy. She shared the interests of her only parent alive, her father, to keep them close. "Can I sit next to yo, Sam? _ Yeah, have a sit." The girl moved aside.

"Well, Tony is desperate", resumed Angela. "He knows something bother you and it seems you don't want to talk about it. At least with him.

And he's afraid it's because your concern is a girl stuff. Is he right? _ Yes Angela. It's my boobs. They're growing, the girl suddenly pulled her nightgown up to her chin. Look." The woman's eyes got wide with surprised as Samantha suddenly pulled up the top of her pajamas, exposing her bare budding breast, then she smiled to the innocent little girl.

"Yes, I noticed. And what's wrong with them? I don't think you need a bra right away. They're just little bumps. When they'll get a conical shape, you and I'll buy you your first bra. And if I judge your mommy's picture, you'll get nicely big breasts within few years. You don't have to worry about getting boobies. All women get breasts.

_ I know. But it's not the problem...

_ What is it then, honey? _ Angela, they're aching. My boobs are aching so much it's hurt.

_ Aww. I remember when the same thing happened to me." Angela's face expressed real sympathy for the young girl.

Samantha's little bumps reminded some Angela's night over when she and her friends compared the new changes of their young bodies. How they were curious and kinda jealous of the more developed girls and how they touched and felt each others, giving them thrills they never experienced before.

"Angela?... Angela." Jonathan's mother woke up from her souvenirs.

"What did you do about it then?" resumed the young girl.

"Mona taught me how to make them feel better." Angela blushed a little as she remembered how she learned from her own mother many ways to please her own aching tiny bumps. She also had flashes of how some of her mother's lovers rubbed her young tits when Mona was passed out or sleeping in the next room.

"Can you teach me, Angela? Pretty pretty pretty please. They're hurting so bad. Please, show me how to make them feel better." The woman looked the young girl tenderly.

"This girl is so cute and so needy. I can't let her suffer anymore", thought Angela.

"Okay. But Tony must never know about what we do here. It's a girl stuff only.

_ Cross my heart, I swear Angela. Daddy won't ever know. Thank you." Samantha watched the beautiful tall woman as she slowly opened her robe. Her breath got heavier as her father's boss began to unbutton her silk pajama top.

"Wow", whispered the amazed girl. "Your boobs are so big.

_ Ha ha", laughed the woman. "Thank you, but unfortunately, they're barely a B cup." Anyway, Angela was flattered with the attention. "I guess I got my genes from my dad side." "They're pretty big to me", as Sam got closer to get a better look.

"Oh, look at your nipples." Angela look down to her chest. "They're getting bigger. Why? _ Probably 'cause of the fresh air", lied Angela.

Behind the strict business woman, there was a latent volcano, always ready to explode. She always got turned on when she was exhibiting herself. And showing her grown up tits to a preteen girl was something she never did before and never thought it could ever happen. She wouldn't ever imagine to be aroused with a young girl looking to her own tits. But the fact was, her nipples stiffen hard in front of this cutie.

"Can you show me how to feel better now, please? _ Oh, yes, sorry. Look what I do and you'll try it next, okay?" Samantha nodded as she stared in awe Angela's hands massaged the boob flesh, her fingers playing with the hard brown nipples. Angela did her best to repress loud moans to escape from her mouth. She decided to stop before Samantha could smell the juice leaking from her throbbing cunt.

"Your turn now", blew Angela forcing her voice to be as normal as it used to be. "Sam, let see if you get it right." Samantha sat back against the pillow as Angela tried to keep her breath as quiet as possible. The girl grabbed her bumps and pulled them around before kneading them like dough. Her face didn't express pleasure.

"Stop, stop, Sam. You're really too rough. Did it feel good?" The young girl looked down to her red chest. "No."

"Let me show you, Angela said getting closer. Can I?" Samantha nodded silently, ashamed with her bad try. Angela put her arms around the young girl, pulling her tight next to her. Her right arm behind the girl's neck resting on the small shoulder. Samantha caught her breath as the woman's fingertips lightly touched her skin.

"You know, Sam. Boobies can be really sensitive. You first must be gently with them", the woman stated gently massaging the buds in little circles. "Do you feel the difference? _ Yes", admitted Samantha mesmerized with the moves of the woman's hands over her skin. "It's really nice.

_ And you can vary the intensity or the way to do it", Angela pressed the flesh harder. "You can play with your nipples too if you like." Samantha surprised both of them when she moaned as Angela pinched her nipples. And once again even bit more louder when Angela's touches got back gentle.

Both of them giggled, blushing. The young one with a pleasure she ignored until then. The eldest with the very inappropriate way she had just play with a preteen girl's almost non-existent boobs.

"So, are these cute little boobies still aching, honey? _ No, thank you. I'm glad you shown me all this.

_ But remember, make your breast feel better only in private. Do it in public and gossips will hurt you back much more than aching tits.

People can be really mean, you know. Anyway, I think you'll do it fine. You're a smart girl.

_ I'm not that smart. I wouldn't ever find that by myself. And I doubt I'd be as successful woman as you are when I'll grow up.

_ Do not ever underestimate yourself, Sam. If you work hard enough, you'll get anything you want. Now I'm going to turn off the light and you'll go to sleep." Angela bent over and gave the girl a peck on her mouth.

"Goodnight, Angela. And thank you for helping me to feel better." With that, she pulled up the covers over herself.

"No, thanks to you. To let me be a beautiful girl's mom for a while." Angela didn't see Samantha blushing in the dark as she closed the bedroom door.

Alone in the dark, Samantha played with her tiny tits in ways her daydreaming mind suggested. She pleasured her tiny boobies until she felt asleep. She did it every night, often thinking about Angela soft lips on hers. She did it every time she got a chance not to get caught. She wondered why touching her chest was making her little cunny so nicely wet.

That night, and many more, Angela masturbated thinking about what she and Samantha did. She always came hard, biting her pillow.

Of course, Tony was curious like a mad cat. He pressed his boss right after the kids left for school.

"Trust me, Tony", advised Angela. "You do not want to know what we talked Sam and I." "It was girl stuff?" asked Tony.

"Oh yes, believe me Tony. It was typically gril stuff."