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.

day my attention began to shift without my even noticing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. I accepted, and as Karen so gently caressed my feet,

slut?" Karen reprimanded

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 actions and promised myself I wouldn't

seem pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed

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: one, I had a crush on my daughter's new friend and

know that?" Karen led

came into my house and kissed 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 grazing my ass, any thoughts I had that you were only being friendly evaporated. As I watched you leave, my vagina... I mean my cunt was tingling uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying desperately to ignore my inappropriate fascination with

"Did

my slave?" Karen

soon as I entered the room I knew my daughter was

as I looked up I could see your shaved cunt glistening, so I concluded that my precious daughter's face had just been busy in there. I then gave you the foot massage you requested, my own cunt beginning to leak into my panties. 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

to cum, slut?"

Mistress," I replied

in front of your daughter?" Karen continued to humiliate

replied,

a loud swishing sound as it emerged, she promised,

I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity

contact with my daughter, "So then on