Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep48

Summary: Jenny's Mom tells how she ended up submitting to an eighteen-year-old cheerleader. Story Notes:

The timeline of this story was complicated to write. In the end I decided to tell it in the present, in the past and eventually also as a flashback. To make the distinctions clear, the normal font is the past, the italics are the present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM'S STORY

Karen's cum glistening on my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress, who was also my daughter's cheerleading friend Karen, to tell my only daughter Jenny how I came to be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina and her friend straddling my face.

I began telling my story, still secured to my bed by nylon stockings, completely naked, horny, ashamed and vulnerable in front of my daughter.

"Jenny, I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that first morning when you became a cheerleader. She seemed to have something intriguing about her I couldn't put my finger on."

As I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen took pity on me to a degree and untied my wrists from their tight, nylon restraints. I thanked the eighteen-year-old, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, Mommy slut," she replied, painting my shame another shade darker.

I continued, "That said, at the time I was way more intrigued by my daughter's overnight transformation than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend."

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump of the toy she'd shoved inside me.

"But the next day my attention began to shift without my even noticing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. I accepted,

what, slut?" Karen

getting ready to leave, I couldn't believe that I purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen like a cougar yearning to look attractive to this teenager. When Karen kissed me on the cheek ever so delicately, I felt a chill go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that no question, Karen was indeed flirting with me. Yet instead of being flattered I was mortified that I had allowed my daughter's friend to massage my feet so sensuously, and even more stunned that I both liked it and wanted her to touch me even more. Once you two were gone I went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one since your father died. But once my orgasm had faded I was embarrassed by my impulsive

pointed out,

grace, "Obviously I couldn't control my desire. When I came into Jenny's room and Karen kissed my cheek a day or two later, whichever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a crush on my daughter's new friend and two,

know that?" Karen led

me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips and barely managed to stop myself. But when you complimented me saying, 'Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,' I became your putty. When I felt your hand just

"Did

masturbate downstairs, my slave?" Karen

as I entered

kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and needed to leave the room. Then just as I was leaving, I glanced over at my daughter who was staring at me, still with guilt all over her face, and her face shiny with what could only have been your juice. Completely out of my element, I quickly fled the room... I couldn't get out of there fast enough! I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you

you want to cum, slut?" Karen

Mistress,"

in front of your daughter?"

replied, ashamed but

toy out of me, causing a loud swishing sound as it emerged, she

hide my excitement at the opportunity of

daughter, "So then on the weekend while you girls