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 from Karen's coming out to my own

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

too quickly responded,

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 me. I've already wrecked

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

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

firm naked breasts hadn't

was now wearing nothing but beige thigh high 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

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stood up, "Can you please put it on for me,

manipulative girl who was causing me to question my sexuality. She backed up to me as she reached her arms through the sleeves and

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 interrupted. "So you have never... ever... thought about

say that," I replied, attempting

have thought of a girl sexually?" she asked,

point," I responded, attempting desperately to make it seem generic and

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

shrugged, still desperately attempting to keep things casual,

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

motherly instinct again

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