Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep49

Then I found some saved chats. The more I read, the more stunned and shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to right under my nose! I read through some chats with a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing my daughter, and later found some chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to submit to some stranger online."

Karen, always one to troll for the shock value, teased, "Do you know who Dr. Meg is?"

"No, idea," I replied, although I was very curious.

"Your next-door neighbour Megan," Karen revealed.

"No!" I responded, totally shocked. Karen had babysat for Megan for over a year. Megan had an adorable young child. It didn't seem possible.

"Yes," Karen rebutted, "isn't that so, Jenny?"

Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, "Yes."

"And what's more, she is Jenny's and my Mistress," Karen revealed.

I couldn't imagine someone more powerful than Karen so I responded, slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, "I can't believe that."

"Believe it, slut, but believe it or not for now, soon you'll receive your proof when you're on your knees with both of us beside you on ours, submitting to her too," Karen proclaimed. "I feel just like John the Baptist, saying that!" she chuckled irreverently.

Megan was a beautiful woman and until this very moment I'd considered her as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now with my own naughty side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, as a powerful Mistress whom I too longed to please.

"Do you want to submit to Mistress Megan?" Karen asked me.

"Do I have a choice?" I responded.

"We always have a choice," Karen pointed out.

occurring... maybe. But a dark side of me, a side I'd held in check for a long time, too long, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no

dismissively, "We can talk about your submission to

idea how even to begin. I didn't want her to know I'd been on her computer and reading her private stuff! Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated how I might deal with this. I didn't get anywhere, so I just went to bed and jilled off endlessly before falling asleep. "The next day, yesterday, I must confess I spent hours online, reading story after story on the Literotica website in the lesbian section. Occasionally I would click on another story listed as having a similar theme to a story I was just finishing. This led me to the occasional group sex story and, I hate to admit it, even a few incest stories. It wasn't the incest that turned me on, but the utter submission of the mother to the daughter that did. For example, I... no, never mind." "You can't just start something delicious like that, then

important," I responded, trying desperately to make it seem like it

be punished in front

was! My face flushed with embarrassment I admitted, "There was a story called 'Mommies Make

have any toys?" Karen

"No," I admitted.

just stupid. We'll change that very soon,"

I agreed, although the smirk on her

"So

yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your

"I got off on the utter submission, not the

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incest, especially with my daughter right here in the room watching Karen dominate me and imagining who knows what. "Jenny, would you like to have a pet?"

dropped open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the

pet. She comes highly recommended... by me," Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even further. Jenny shook her head, clearly as uncomfortable as I

looking directly at me, "Whatever. Maybe later. So

that the awkward incest conversation was over, hopefully forever, I continued, "Yesterday I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica. I learned I could search by tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive,

the dam breaks,

last night, so I just chickened out, fled to a donut shop and sat there stuffing my face with pastries while I avoided the inevitable confrontation with you, knowing I couldn't hide forever. By the

say so," Karen

her comment, I continued, "Which I guess

certainly does," Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss. "And your final submission as my slut," she added

paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet

door and there was Karen in her usual cheerleading outfit. I told her you were out at the mall or something, but she