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.

shift without my even noticing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. I accepted, and as Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long-forgotten tingle in my vagina, a pleasure center that had been largely

what, slut?" Karen

with me. Yet instead of being flattered I was mortified that I had allowed my daughter's friend to massage my

distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed out, beginning to fuck me slowly with

true," I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come over and over. I continued telling my daughter about my complete fall from 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:

that?" Karen led me

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 grazing my ass, any thoughts I had that

"Did

downstairs, my slave?"

then I heard your screaming orgasm and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room I

I couldn't resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt, and even though I was pretty sure you both saw me doing it, I couldn't resist my fascination. Once I was done and you 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 left. Supper with my daughter that evening was awkward as I knew what she'd done and I felt she knew exactly what I was feeling, that I was so horny for you I couldn't stand it! But of course I couldn't admit that to her. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one or two, but three orgasms, imagining it had

you want to cum, slut?" Karen

please, Mistress,"

your daughter?" Karen continued

replied,

a loud swishing sound as it emerged, she promised, "Well, once you finish telling her

you," I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by this eighteen-year-old

my tawdry tale, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter, "So then on the weekend while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched