Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep54

Hi, this is Jenny. Once Karen and I reached my bedroom, I tried to erase the shocking scene I had just witnessed from my mind. I simply couldn't believe my Mother had sexually submitted to one of my friends, even though Karen had... not just warned me but bragged to me... over and over again she was going to do it.

Karen, pretty much naked, was still bragging, "I told you I could get her to submit."

"So you did," I gave her, unsure how I was possibly going to deal with talking to my Mom (or even facing my Mom) now that each of our naughty secrets had been exploded in each others' faces in such embarrassing ways. I was mortified by how abruptly my Mother had been informed of my sexual identity and my emotions were numb from hearing her own story of submitting to Karen. And now I hadn't had any time to process all this information before I had to get ready for my first date ever! I pictured myself arriving for my date with this wonderful girl I had such high hopes for a delightful relationship with and greeting her hollowly with, "I need to tell you what just happened to my Mom," as I looked like death warmed over. I'd need to pull it together and do far better than that!

"She was even easier than I thought she'd be," Karen gloated with a smile.

Trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about my Mother's sex life especially the humiliation part, I reminded her, "I finished my seduction of Miss Morgan."

"I can't fucking believe it," Karen responded, happy for me, happy I'd done what she'd ordered and clearly surprised by my success even though all last week she'd been the voice of rah rah encouragement. "Do tell."

I retold the whole afternoon-long saga from the initial rejection ordeal, to the hands of fate bringing us back together, to the inevitable climax (actually several wonderful climaxes for each of us) when I went back to her place. "Wow," Karen said, impressed, "now you're both the hunter and the prey!"

I shrugged.

"The question is, which of those roles will you be playing tonight?" Karen questioned.

a good one. In every other sexual encounter it had been crystal clear I was the submissive, other than my seduction of Miss Morgan, I suppose. But with Ashley it was different. "I don't know." Karen's phone rang and it was her Mom. "I'm at Jenny's. What? I was? Fine, I'm on my way." Karen hung up. "I was supposed to babysit my little brother, like

tizzy over what to wear, how to act, and scared even to look at my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the

me she was happy to see

It took fifteen minutes of playing before he calmed down a

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kid

poured iced tea for us and thanked me, "Thanks for doing that for Max, you're so good with him! But it looks like now I need to try to do some good for you: what's

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you know something is bothering me?"

her hand falling to

life, the good and the bad and the preposterous and my fear of how to deal with my Mom after

lot for any eighteen-year-old to deal with. But my strongest

Why?"

your Mom just had it confirmed you're a lesbian, but foremost in her own mind must be that she was just now totally humiliated in front of her only daughter, who said nothing supportive to her at the time except you didn't want to be her Mistress. I'm sure that came as good news to her, but in her fragile state could also be seen as a rejection. Then you walked out of the room without a word or even a glance... yes? Right. So to her that was even worse, and then once Karen finally untied her she would have found you'd left the house without even talking to her. I can easily understand why you felt compelled to do that, but to her it could only have looked like further rejection: you must have left because you were disgusted with her! I can

such a bad daughter!" I sighed, tears

But you're lucky enough that you found out what you are when you were eighteen; Amy is just learning right now. You followed your natural instincts when crisis or upheaval comes unexpectedly... fight or flight,

go to her," I

now it needs to be your turn to be there for her. If she wants to talk about what she did, just let her do that and love her. Talk to her. Listen to her. If she wants to talk about you, then open up to her, tell her as much