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.

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 reprimanded

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

seem pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed

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

that?"

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...

"Did

masturbate downstairs, my

rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room I knew my daughter was a lesbian." "How did you conclude that?" Karen asked curiously, the toy now

had stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should put a stop to everything by refusing, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and as soon 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 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

want to

please, Mistress," I replied

daughter?"

replied, ashamed

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

to hide my excitement at

avoiding eye contact with my daughter, "So then on