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?"

honestly, wondering how this conversation had shifted

shifting in a way I can't explain, but which implied she thought I

too quickly responded,

that moment, 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

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 me. I've already wrecked one this year." Instantly leaping into Mother-crisis mode I ordered, "Here, hand it to me. I'll throw it in the wash right

young, firm breasts were suddenly uncovered directly in front of me. I froze in a slight daze, staring at them. Karen asked,

naked breasts hadn't had any effect on me, "N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I'll just go and throw this in the

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

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please put it on for me,

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 was on, she turned around so we

the letter 'J', anything to try and extinguish a fire that was getting hard to ignore. She came back a couple minutes later and placidly... totally unlike me... sat across from me, returning to our conversation as if it had never been

that," I replied, attempting to make a joke

a girl sexually?" she

responded, attempting desperately to make it seem generic and not personal... certainly not about her and

indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation,

still desperately attempting to keep things

under the table and Karen cursed, "Ouch, shit, I stubbed

instinct again

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