Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep50

"So you would be ok with it?" Karen questioned.

"Yes, although I'd rather she be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff," I answered honestly, hoping my daughter was just curious and not actually gay.

"It's 2010, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids even if she marries a wife instead of a husband," Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.

"Oh, I know," I agreed, but rationalized, "but it's still particularly tough to live in today's world as a gay couple unless you move to San Francisco."

She shrugged before asking me a question I wasn't remotely expecting, "Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?"

"My goodness, no," I responded.

"Does the idea disgust you then?" Karen asked, sounding like I'd offended her.

"Oh, no, no, no, it's not that," I tried to recover, "It's just that I grew up in a much more black-and-white time. You met a boy, got married, had kids and so forth. Being a lesbian back then almost made you a pariah, like being from the wrong side of the tracks."

"So you've never thought another woman was attractive?"

"Oh sure, I mean of course I know when a woman is good-looking. I've often compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my hubby checking out the younger ones."

"But you never were tempted to do anything with them?"

shifted from Karen's coming out to my

I can't explain, but which implied she thought I

quickly

Karen spilt her half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill

cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I've already wrecked one this year." Instantly leaping into Mother-crisis mode I ordered, "Here, hand it to me. I'll throw

me when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were suddenly uncovered directly in front of

stammered, pretending her firm naked breasts hadn't had any effect on me, "N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I'll just go and throw

stockings and what appeared from the tiny pink triangle in front to be a thong. Not able to speak, I took the skirt and top and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. While I tossed the clothes in my washing machine I tried to straighten out my head, not able to erase Karen's almost naked body from my mind. I took a deep breath and chanted to myself over and over, 'I am not a lesbian, I am not a lesbian, I am not...' Finally reasonably confident in my self-control, I went back upstairs. Karen was still sitting at the kitchen table, still half-naked, still captivating. "I'd better go get you a robe," I managed, and fled upstairs to Jenny's bedroom. I returned breathlessly and handed

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"Can you please put

quickly as possible to derail the impact her nudity was having on me, I obliged. My hands shook slightly as I stood in such close proximity to this gorgeous and manipulative girl who was causing me to question my sexuality. She backed up to me as she reached her arms through the sleeves and once it

excused herself to go to the washroom and I waited, the whole time running through... I don't know, song titles beginning with the letter 'J', anything to try and extinguish a fire that was getting hard to ignore.

I replied, attempting to make

she asked, her tone giving just a hint

to make it seem generic and not

which confirmed to me that she was indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation, the fire in my belly

to keep

heard a thump under the table and Karen cursed, "Ouch, shit, I stubbed my toe

motherly instinct again luring

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think so, but can you come around and take a look?" she asked, turning her