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.

at Jenny's. What? I was? Fine, I'm on my way." Karen hung up. "I was supposed to babysit my little brother, like ten minutes ago. I have to go. I guess I'd better go and untie

how to act, and scared even to look at my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the capable Mistress

genuine smile told me she was happy

screaming, "Wenny!" It took fifteen minutes of playing before he calmed down a bit and I promised, "I'll come back

agreed, watching some kid TV show I no longer

plopping down to watch some kid TV show I

for us and thanked me, "Thanks for doing that for Max, you're so good with him! But it looks like now I need

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something is bothering me?"

I wrong?" she asked, her

Mistress, you're not wrong at all." I unloaded all the sordid details of my recent life, the good and the bad and the preposterous and my fear of how to deal with my Mom

"Well, that's a lot for any eighteen-year-old to deal with. But my

Mom? Why?" I

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 only imagine how emotionally unstrung and abandoned she must feel right

right! I am such a bad daughter!" I sighed,

you found out what you are when you were eighteen; Amy is just learning right now. You followed your natural instincts when crisis or

need to go to her," I acknowledged. "She needs

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 as she wants to know and trust her. Let her feel less like an unforgiveable slut and more like a nurturing mother by helping you with your life and your date,