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.

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 ten minutes ago.

what to wear, how to act, and scared even to look at my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the capable Mistress (but also trusted mentor) who had started it

was so thankful when she answered. Her genuine smile told me she was happy to see me too,

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

show I no longer was cool enough to

to watch some kid TV show

good with him! But it looks like now I need to try to do some good

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you know something is bothering

she asked, her hand falling

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

listened without interruption before responding. "Well, that's a lot for any eighteen-year-old to deal with. But my

Mom? Why?"

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

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

out what you

to her,"

But a word: first and foremost, remember she'll be very fragile right now. Although she's the adult, right 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 as