Mary was the driver this morning. One at a time, 4 small children were waiting inside cars outside her house. She opened her garage at 6:12 this morning. By 6;15, all buckled in, she headed 8 miles to the exclusive day care used by the upper middle class in Denver. It was a beautiful, crisp morning. Life was good. Work was good. She was a laser tech for a cosmetic surgeon. She was in good shape, making 6 figures and married to an investment banker. Their life was built on a plan for constant growth. However, since the birth of Harold, 5 years ago, it seems the plan was more about being seen by others more than actually growing in every facet. Mary wanted more long-term investments. Howard wanted to buy new unnecessary things the neighbors could see. He was failing more often than not to satisfy her in bed. Oh well, she had been warned about that before marriage. She was told how it would go and considered herself lucky that it took so long for it to come about.

All in all, life was still good, she thought. She pulled into the day care right on time. There was only one car there. The owner informed her, the day care would be closed for at least two days. A pipe had burst or something. OMG, she thought. She couldn't miss work today. She had a full schedule and no back up. She called Mr. T, who had taken Harold one day when Harold had a temperature and couldn't be in the day care. She explained and he agreed to take them for a day.

She called each of the other mothers about the situation and got on with her day. She was so grateful Mr T had bailed her out of this crisis. She wanted to do something for him but had no idea what to do. He appeared to have everything he wanted. He kept his house and lawn in tip top shape, drove a nice car, used a high dollar landscaper, like they all did. He was widowed and if they had children, they were all grown. She couldn't remember seeing anyone there but him ever.

The day passed; children were retrieved and he took the kids in for two more days. The day care would be operational on Monday. When Martha took the kids to day care on Monday, they started complaining about wanting to go to Mr T's. That evening, as parents picked them up at various times, each child said they preferred to be at Mr T's.

Mary was the one who actually knew him so the others asked her to find out what was so special about him. She was perplexed. She asked Harold why he wanted to go to Mr T's instead of the day care. Harold would either shrug or say it was more fun or something else as generic. Mary got similar feedback from the other parents who questioned their children about Mr T's. Mary was driving by his house and saw him going inside. She pulled in on impulse and rang his bell. The door opened so quickly, he must have been coming back out.

"Well, hello Mary." he said. "What a nice surprise. Is anything wrong?"

"Nothing wrong; actually, far from it." she answered. "It seems all the children prefer to be here instead of day care. I am embarrassed to ask if you have any idea why that is? By the way, the others insisted I give you this. She handed him an envelope with 5 thousand dollars in it." As he started to open it, she put her hand on his, "Please, " she said. "Just take it in the spirit it's given. Don't be offended. You saved me from a very difficult situation, if I'd have missed work those 3 days."

He said, "I have no idea why they prefer here to the day care. I do enjoy having them here. I give them a hundred percent of my attention. They made my day so much better. I live alone but not lonely; at least, I thought that was the case. Those children provided a new life for a few days. I am going to miss that now."

Mary thanked him and returned to her car. She went on with her spa appointment. Then Monday rolled around and the children again voiced preference for Mr T over the day care. They didn't see the situation like adults. In their world, they spend the day out of the house, away from parents and with each other. That's it. At the end of the week, Mary had an appointment at her work to have a new laser tech demonstrate proficiency in his craft. She and Harold were going to a library event for children which was scheduled months ago. This new hire was born out of her near crisis solved by Mr T.

She left Harold in a playroom at work while she and the new hire went to the laser table room. She was having a few hairs removed around her groin. The new hire was a man. He did everything by the book. He had to talk about what he was going to do and why. He had to demonstrate bed side manner as he performed the surgery of a sort. He needed to demonstrate his need to make the patient uncomfortable for seconds in order to achieve the desired cosmetic result they wanted. Mary was listening to every word and considering her critique for later. She didn't hear Harold come into the room. When she heard the tech say, "I'm not sure you are allowed in here.", she knew, Harold was in the room.

She sat up and looked for him. She looked toward the door, behind the tech and finally at the end of the table. She could only see his head and the tops of his shoulders. He was looking right up her legs to the site of hair removal. Mary knew better than to make him think he'd done anything wrong. She knew to keep it casual or she'd imprint this moment in him forever. She said, "Harold, this is Chet. He is going to help me with my work here. What he is doing is what I do here all the time. I can't do it to myself so he is helping me. What do you think of it?"

Harold just shrugged and said, "I'm kinda bored. Are you going to be much longer?"

Chet answered, "I think we are done here for the day. Nice to meet you Harold." he started preparing the room for Monday.

After the library event, Mary said, "It would be better if you and I keep what you saw today just between us. In other words, you got to see things other people don't need to know about. Are you okay with that?"

"Sure. It's just like at Mr T's. You could go there now too. It's all about hairless games." Harold said.

That night was poker night. She had time to explore the "Hairless Games" details. She asked Harold to teach her how to play it. He said he couldn't because only Mr T knew what the flavors were. She didn't want to press it but knew her image of what was going on might be way off base from the actual thing. She defiantly didn't want to talk to the other parents until she knew more.

That night, Susan called. Susan had been elected, of sorts, to ask Mary about using Mr T for day care. All the children wanted it but none could explain why. They stuck with, "It's just better or more fun, etc." None had anything bad to say about regular day care either.

Mary called Mr T. She apologized for the interruption on a Sunday night. He said there wasn't an interruption worth an apology. She explained what was going on and said she was embarrassed to ask but couldn't tell the others how absurd the idea of asking a retired man who needed nothing would be willing to baby sit 5 preschool children.

He said, "I would love to do it on one condition. We need a 5-year contract including a limited liability insurance policy. I was a contract lawyer so I'll draw it up. I don't know about pay yet. I'll need to research the Home Owner's Association documents. I suspect it will prevent me from running a business out of my home. On the other hand, we have a broker and an insurance owner here who do a substantial business from home, if the truth becomes known. Let plan on signing everyone up as the pick up their child on Monday, here. I will do individual contracts but I do not want any additional children. The 5 are just perfect for me.

Mary said, "Thank you so much. I will call the others right away and have Gwen drop the children with you tomorrow morning." On the way home, Mary remembered, she still knew nothing more about the hairless game involving flavors or something. Harold was pleased but not kiddy about going back to Mr T's. Again, no more information about the game from him.

Two weeks went by before she had the courage to find out about the game. She was the last to pick up her child from Mr T on a Wednesday. She planned it. She asked if she could talk to him for a bit. The three of them sat in the living room. She explained how curiosity had boiled up within her. She just couldn't imagine how this game Harold loved could work. Mr T asked what she thought it was. She confessed, she had no idea. That was not true but she forced herself to put her ideas away.

Harold said, "She's hairless, Mr T. I told her she could play. Let's play with her. I've been thinking how much I wanted that ever since I saw how hairless she was."

Mr T looked at me. I must have been red as a beet. I looked at the coffee table in front of me. He grinned, "I would like to hear the story of how you know that, Harold. However, we all know there are things we see and do that only we know about. That means, we do not talk about those things; not even with other who know those things, right?"

Harold said, "Right. Mommy told me to keep her hairless bottom to myself and I have done that." Mary and Mr T tried to muffle their chuckles at that.

Mary said, "Well, I am really anxious to play this game now."

Mr. T said, "I too, enjoy the complete hairless bottom required for this game." He added, "You can't be a prude here. He looked at Harold and said, "Lets show mommy how it goes." They both stood up, took off their clothes to just underwear. Mr T had Bamboo Cool briefs on. The outline of his junk was impressive. "Are you going to play or not?" he said to Mary. She stood and undressed. She had satin white matching bra and panties. Mr T nodded at her look while just making eye contact. She found that stimulating. Here she was, almost naked in front of a full-grown man and he was ignoring her body, which she knew was hot.

"Let's do the flavors now." Harold said.

"Why don't you choose them for us. I never get to guess if I'm the one choosing all the time." T said.

"Oh, okay but I was looking forward to guessing her flavor. Can we play the game 3 times because there are only 3 of us here? Harold said.

"If it's okay with mommy, it's defiantly okay with me." T said.

T went to the end of the counter by the open wet bar. Harold went behind the bar. T was leaning over a footstool with his head in the room and his feet behind the bar. He got up, walked to Persian Rug in front of the fireplace. He nodded at Mary. She emulated his position at the end of the bar. She was startled when she felt Harold rubbing her pussy thru her panties; she held her tongue. Pretty soon, Harold joined them. His white cotton briefs were a little damp in front. T and Harold got on hands and knees. Mary followed. T crawled over to Harold's butt and sniffed. Then he licked Harold's balls thru the briefs. Then he laid on his back. Harold placed his crotch over T's face. T had a good lick of balls and little dick. The briefs were soaked when he finished. T said, "Strawberry?"

Harold giggled. "You are not even close. You are the worst guesser." Harold told mommy to give it a try.

She wanted to object but she was really looking forward to guessing what flavor T was. She was already hopping Harold would not be upset about what she wanted to do and might not be able to stop herself. She just laid on her back to start. When Harold crawled to her, she place him facing her stomach. She grabbed him by the hips and slid him until his balls were over her chin. She licked, sucked his balls into her mouth thru the briefs. She licked his ass, pulled his briefs aside and got his balls and dick in her mouth at the same time. Harold said, "You are really good at this game mommy." He grabbed her panties by each hip and pulled. They turned into a sliver of clothe buried in her vulva. She moaned. She felt a warm wet tongue in her crotch and realized, T was licking her with Harold helping him.

Harold asked to be set free. He ran around to Mr T's ass. He dropped down to start licking. He pulled T's briefs down. Mary watched as her 5 year old stood up and started fucking T. T had removed the panties to one side and was doing a marvelous job of eating her. She grabbed his head as she intently watched her little boy fuck this big black wonderful man. She had her first climax. She didn't hold back. She hadn't cum like that for years. Harold had never seen anything like it. He stopped fucking and came to her. "Are you okay mommy?" he asked.

She pulled him to her breasts with a hug. She began to kiss him on the neck and ear. He wiggled away. T got over her face and said guess. She didn't even try to guess. She pulled his cock thru the leg hole and sucked it in. She was in a hurry for the cum. She was pumping him fast and sucking his head in. Harold said, "You are really good at this mommy. Let me try now." She pushed it over to Harold, and had another climax as she watched him take much more of that big cock into his mouth than she thought he could. Even though T was a black man, his dick was only 6 inches. It was a little over 2 fingers wide. The head was bigger than the shaft. Once it was in, it filled you up. It was a wonderful warm soft bulb. So tasty as he leaked precum. She saw it get harder and snatched it from Harold just before he released his load. She closed her eyes, thought only of how warm, thick and tasty it was. Then the volume caught her off guard and a little leaked out. Harold was on the spot, licking it off her before it hit that expensive rug. She was reluctant to give up that loin. It was so satisfying in her mouth. When she opened her eyes and looked into his, it was even better.

"How often?" she asked.

"Twice a day." he answered.

Harold was right next to her face. He was holding that heavy cock. He milked another glob from it without looking. Then he turned to it, sucked it out, turned back to mommy and kissed her on the lips. "I will be so glad when I can make cum for you mommy." He spoke.