Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep48

Summary: Jenny's Mom tells how she ended up submitting to an eighteen-year-old cheerleader. Story Notes:

The timeline of this story was complicated to write. In the end | decided to tell it in the present, in the past and

eventually also as a flashback. To make the distinctions clear, the normal font is the past, the italics are the

present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM'S STORY

Karen's cum glistening on my face, | was ordered by my new Mistress, who was also my daughter's cheerleading

friend Karen, to tell my only daughter Jenny how | cto be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina

and her friend straddling my face.

| began telling my story, still secured to my bed by nylon stockings, completely naked, horny, ashamed and

vulnerable in front of my daughter.

"Jenny, | knew something was up the first t| met Karen, that first morning when you beca cheerleader.

She seemed to have something intriguing about her | couldn't put my finger on."

As | began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen took pity onto a degree and untied my wrists

from their tight, nylon restraints. | thanked the eighteen-year-old, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, Mommy slut," she replied, painting my shanother shade darker.

| continued, "That said, at the t| was way more intrigued by my daughter's overnight transformation than |

was by her pretty cheerleader friend."

Karen, sitting besidenow, did one quick pump of the toy she'd shoved inside me.

| whimpered and went on. "But the next day my attention began to shift without my even noticing it when Karen

offereda foot massage. | accepted, and as Karen so gently caressed my feet, | felt a long-forgotten tingle in

my vagina, a pleasure center that had been largely ignored since your father passed."

"Your what, slut?" Karen reprimanded me.

"Sorry, Mistress, I'm supposed to call it a cunt. | felt a tingle in my ‘cunt’. When you two were getting ready to

leave, | couldn't believe that | purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen like a cougar

yearning to look attractive to this teenager. When Karen kissedon the cheek ever so delicately, | felt a chill

go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, | finally concluded that no question, Karen

was indeed flirting with me. Yet instead of being flattered | was mortified that | had allowed my daughter's friend

to massage my feet so sensuously, and even more stunned that | both liked it and wanted her to toucheven

more. Once you two were gone | went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm,

my first good one since your father died. But once my orgasm had faded | was embarrassed by my impulsive

actions and promised myself | wouldn't let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me."

"You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed out, beginning to fuckslowly with the toy.

"Y-y-yes, that's true," | agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to cover and over. | continued telling my

daughter about my complete fall from grace, "Obviously | couldn't control my desire. When | cinto Jenny's

room and Karen kissed my cheek a day or two later, whichever it was, | realized two things: one, | had a crush on

my daughter's new friend and two, my daughter was a lesbian."

"How did you know that?" Karen ledon.

"At the tit was just a hunch. As for you Karen, well... | knew | had a crush on you the second you cinto

my house and kissedon both cheeks again. | instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips and barely

managed to stop myself. But when you complimentedsaying, 'Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today," |

becyour putty. When | felt your hand just grazing my ass, any thoughts | had that you were only being

friendly evaporated. As | watched you leave, my vagina... | mean my cunt was tingling uncontrollably as |

checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, | took a long cold drink of water, trying

desperately to ignore my inappropriate fascination with my daughter's eighteen-year-old cheerleader friend. But

| couldn't, it just kept building."

"Did

you masturbate downstairs, my slave?" Karen inquired.

"No, Mistress. | controlled my desires, but then I heard your screaming orgasm and rushed up the stairs. As soon

as | entered the room | knew my daughter was a lesbian." "How did you conclude that?" Karen asked curiously,

the toy now fully inside me.

"The sexual tension in the room and Jenny's ruby red cheeks toldshe was guilty about something. Your red

face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you had stubbed your toe. Then

you askedto check your toe and | knew this was where | should put a stop to everything by refusing, but

instead | knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. | could smell your sex instantly and as soon

as | looked up | could see your shaved cunt glistening, so | concluded that my precious daughter's face had just

been busy in there. | then gave you the foot massage you requested, my own cunt beginning to leak into my

panties. | couldn't resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt, and even though |

was pretty sure you both sawdoing it, | couldn't resist my fascination. Once | was done and you kissedon

both cheeks again, | panicked and needed to leave the room. Then just as | was leaving, | glanced over at my

daughter who was staring at me, still with guilt all over her face, and her face shiny with what could only have

been your juice. Completely out of my element, | quickly fled the room... | couldn't get out of there fast enough! |

was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter that evening was awkward as |

knew what she'd done and | felt she knew exactly what | was feeling, that | was so horny for you I couldn't stand

it! But of course | couldn't admit that to her. That evening, alone in my bed again, | masturbated myself to not

one or two, but three orgasms, imagining it had beenbetween Karen's legs, not my daughter. | couldn't

believe | had becsuch a poor mother that instead of protecting my daughter from Karen's insinuous

sexuality, | was envious of your lesbian opportunity."

"Do you want to cum, slut?" Karen asked.

"Yes please, Mistress," | replied honestly.

"Even in front of your daughter?" Karen continued to humiliate me.

"Yes, Mistress," | replied, ashamed but defeated.

Pulling the toy out of me, causing a loud swishing sound as it emerged, she promised, "Well, once you finish

telling her your story I'll fuck you to an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you," | responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by this

eighteen-year-old Docheerleader.

| continued my tawdry tale, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter, "So then on the weekend while you girls

were at your cheerleading retreat, | searched through Jenny's computer."

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