NovelEnglishBedding The Babysitter: Ep54
Hi, this is Jenny. Once Karen and | reached my bedroom, | tried to erase the shocking scene | had just witnessed
from my mind. | simply couldn't believe my Mother had sexually submitted to one of my friends, even though
Karen had... not just warnedbut bragged to me... over and over again she was going to do it.
Karen, pretty much naked, was still bragging, "I told you | could get her to submit."
"So you did," | gave her, unsure how | 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.
| 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 | hadn't had any tto process all this
information before I had to get ready for my first date ever! | 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 | looked like death warmed over. I'd need to pull it together and do
far better than that!
"She was even easier than | 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, |
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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsurprised 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 | went back to her
place. "Wow," Karen said, impressed, "now you're both the hunter and the prey!"
| shrugged.
"The question is, which of those roles will you be playing tonight?" Karen questioned.
| reflected on the question. It was a good one. In every other sexual encounter it had been crystal clear | was the
submissive, other than my seduction of Miss Morgan, | 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? | was? Fine, I'm on my way." Karen hung up. "I
was supposed to babysit my little brother, like ten minutes ago. | have to go. | guess I'd better go and untie your
Mom." "Good call," I agreed with her understatement, shaking my head at the absurdity of my brand-new
universe.
She left and I, in a tizzy over 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 all, and ask her for advice.
| knocked on her door and was so thankful when she answered. Her genuine smile toldshe was happy to see
A second later that prediction ctrue as Megan's two-year-old son Max attacked my legs screaming,
"Wenny!" It took fifteen minutes of playing before he calmed down a bit and | promised, "I'll cback and play
if I can, but I need to talk to your Mommy, ok?"
"Ok, Wenny," he agreed, watching skid TV show | no longer was cool enough to recognize.
"Kay, Wenny," he agreed, plopping down to watch skid TV show | was no longer cool enough to recognize.
Megan had 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 | need to try to do sgood for you: what's bothering you, dear?"
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"How do you know something is bothering me?" | asked.
"Am | wrong?" she asked, her hand falling to my knee.
| sighed, "No, my dear perceptive Mistress, you're not wrong at all." | 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 after what I'd
witnessed and what she'd learned aboutand... and... my wonderful but terrifying upcoming date.
Megan listened without interruption before responding. "Well, that's a lot for any eighteen-year-old to deal with.
But my strongest concern is about Amy."
"My Mom? Why?" | asked.
"Well, sure 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 texcept
you didn't want to be her Mistress. I'm sure that cas 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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthat was even worse, and then once Karen finally untied her she would have found you'd left the house without
even talking to her. | 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! | can only imagine how
emotionally unstrung and abandoned she must feel right now," Megan pointed out.
"Darn, you're right! | am such a bad daughter!" | sighed, tears beginning to form.
"No, what you are is an amazing young lady who is finally coming to grips with who she is sexually. 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, and you chose
flight.”
"But | really need to go to her," | acknowledged. "She needs me."
"Yes you do and yes she does. 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 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, " Megan instructed me, her maternal side flowing out of
her... showing no sign of the sexy seductress she also was.
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