Bedding the babysitter - S01 E41

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CH, 41: MOM'S STORY

Summary: Jenny's Mom tells her how she ended up submitting to an 18-year-old cheerleader.

Note 1: This chapter takes place immediately after the end of part 4.

Note 2: A special thanks goes to Steve B and estragon for their tireless editing efforts in this and many of my other works.

Note 3: Narration summary:

Parts 1 and 2 were told from the point of view of the original seductress...Megan

Part 3 and 20 were told by babysitter-tumed-cheerleader sub Jenny.

Part 30 - 41 is told by Jenny's Mom, Amy Wyatt, as she retells her shocking story of submission to her daughter, prompted by her daughter's friend, Karen.

Story Notes:

This story was tougher to write for me. In the end it is told both in the present, in the past and eventually as a flashback. To make the distinctions clearer the normal font is the past, the italics is the present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM'S STORY

Karen's cum glistening from my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress and my daughter's cheerleading friend, to tell my only daughter how I came to be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina, and her friend straddling my face.

I began retelling the story, still handcuffed and lying on my bed, completely vulnerable in front of my daughter. "I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that morning you became a cheerleader. She just seemed to have something about her I couldn't put my finger on.

Luckily, as I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen untied my wrists from their tight restraints. I thanked the 18- year-old, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, Mommy slut," she replied, my shame going another shade deeper.

I continued, "That said, I was way more baffled by my daughter's transformation overnight than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend."

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump with the toy inside me.

I whimpered, and went on. "But my attention began to shift without me even knowing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. As Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long forgotten tingle in my vagina, one that had been largely ignored since your father passed."

"Your what, slut?" Karen reprimanded.

"Sorry, Mistress, my cunt. I felt a tingle in my cunt. When you two were getting ready to leave, I couldn't believe that I purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen. When Karen kissed me on the cheek, ever-so-delicately, I felt a chill go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that Karen was flirting with me. Yet, instead of being flattered, I was mortified that I had allowed her to massage my feet and even more stunned that i both liked it and wanted her touch more. Once you two were gone, I went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one since your father died. Once my orgasm had faded, I was embarrassed by my impulsive actions and promised myself I would not let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me."

"You seern pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed out, while beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.

"Y-y-yes, that is true," I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come. I continued telling my daughter my complete fall from grace, "Obviously I couldn't control my desire. When I came into Jenny's room the following day or two, whenever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a small crush on my daughter's new friend and two, my daughter was a lesbian."

"How did you know that?" Karen led me on.

"At the time, it was just a hunch. As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips, but held back barely at the last second. But when you complimented me, 'Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today, I was putty. When I felt your hand just touching my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to rest. As watched you leave, my vagina, I mean my cunt, tingled uncontrollably as 1 checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying to ignore my inappropriately building fascination with my daughter's 18-year-old cheerleader friend."

"Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?" Karen inquired.

"No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your scream and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room, I knew that my daughter was a lesbian."

"How did you conclude that?" Karen curiously asked, the toy now fully inside me

"The sexual tension in the room and Jenny's ruby red cheeks Implied she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should have said no, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and when I looked up, I could see your shaved cunt glistening. I instantly concluded my precious daughter's face had just been between these legs. I then gave you a massage as requested, my own cunt beginning to uncontrollably leak into my panties. I couldn't resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt. Once done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and wanted to leave. Just as was leaving, I glanced at my daughter, who was staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice. Stunned and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room. I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter was awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, Imagining it was me between your legs, not my daughter. I couldn't believe that instead of protecting my daughter against your powerful sexuality, I was envious of her lesbian opportunity."

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

"Yes, Mistress," I honestly replied.

"In front of your daughter?" Karen continued attempting to humiliate me.