I Was The Fun Baby Sitter, Twenty Some Years Later I Am Worried.

I have been a stay at home mom for most of their childhood and now have been back to work for about a year and the thought of a sitter crossed my mind. I then had a flash back of the two boys I sat for during summers, not at the same time though separate houses over three summers. The second one had the attitude at first that he was too old to be looked after, his plan was to ride his bike all day and be gone, asked his mother if going to the beach would be okay with her and she told me he would love it. I put my bikini in the bag hoping that would keep his attention for me, it worked great and when we got back home I stayed in it for a bit just wearing some shorts over the bottoms.
He was constantly around me, I was getting a little worked up with all the attention, I thought maybe changing back into my clothes would be better than his mother coming home to me in a bikini top and he said Oh, Man really, you have to change? I teased him saying Why, you like me wearing this top? and even jiggled them for him. He was beside completely beside himself, his mind was racing and I could see it, I looked at him and said Do you promise not to tell if I let you help me? Help you what he said and repeated telling me he promised a dozen times.
We went to his bedroom, I had about half an hour for sure, closer to forty five minutes, I turned around and told him to untie it back there then I bent way over and told him to take it off over my head. I thought he was going to hyperventilate when I told him he could touch them also and his hands were shaking as he did it. I told him after a few minutes Okay, my bottoms are next and I undid my jean shorts and had him pull them down while I shimmed out of them. He reached up grabbing the top of my bikini bottoms with his wide and I said Yeah, go ahead and he slowly pulled them down staring at my ass the whole time, I turned around a few times like a ballerina then told him to get my underwear out of the bag.
He was down on his knees holding them for me to step into, he was happier than ever to help out as he pulled them up letting his hands run over my legs all the way to my my hips.
He stood there just staring at my breasts, I said go ahead, touch them if you want but we need to hurry it up. I told him bra was next and he was really struggling with that one, got him straightened out and he managed it in the back also. We finished dressing me and he said I was best sitter he ever had, I told him Yeah, and we still have a lot of summer left together.
I stood there years later staring at my son and thinking What would I do if some hot teenage sitter was letting him do the same thing, you cannot change the past and just hope for the best. I sat him down and we talked about getting a sitter instead of daycare. He told me Oh, that would be fun instead of going to that prison, I was like Prison? really, kid you get more attention given to you than you even realize.
One of the women who should up was older and large, I hired her on the spot.