Bedding the babysitter - S01 E43

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

"So you fucked yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your daughter's pet?"

"No, no, no," adamantly denied, "I got off on the utter submission, not the incest part."

"Sure, sure," Karen responded, dismissing my reasoning.

"No, really," I countered, desperate to end this incest talk, especially with my daughter in the room.

"Jenny, would you like a new pet?" Karen asked.

My mouth dropped open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the same mindset as me, "No."

"You sure? Mommy seems like she would be a good little pet. A very obedient little pet," Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even further.

Jenny shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

Karen shrugged, looking directly at me, "Whatever. So then what happened, slut?"

Thankful the awkward incest conversation was over, I continued, "The next day I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica, I learned I could search my tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive, blackmailed, domination, teenager. I don't know how many times I got off that day, but it was more than a dozen."

"Wow," Karen responded, impressed, "When the dam breaks, it really breaks."

I blushed again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red forever. Ignoring her comment, continued, "Which I guess leads us to today."

"Oh, yes it does," Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss.

I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling submission.

"Let's go, slut, I don't have all day," Karen prodded.

I let out a sigh and began, "So that leads to how I ended up here."

"And your final submission as my slut," Karen gloriously added.

"Yes," I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I would look like I was on fire.

"Anyways, there was a knock on the door just before twelve. I was still in my robe, having a very lazy Sunday, quite frankly. I opened the door and it was Karen in her usual cheerleading costume. I told her that you were out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me. I invited her in, confused at why she would possibly be here to see me"

"But your cunt knew, didn't it?" Karen vulgarly proclaimed.

"I don't know. I don't think so, honestly. It didn't hit me at that moment what your intentions might have been," I admitted.

"So Karen came into my house and I offered her some iced tea. She agreed and I went into the kitchen to get some. Karen followed and sat down at the table. Once I had poured the iced tea, I returned to the table and sat down."

Karen pushed the toy fully into my cunt and demanded, "Close your legs, slut." I obeyed. The toy was now a major distraction.

I continued telling the humiliating story to my daughter, although I changed my narration to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered it.

I asked, "What can I do for you Karen?"

Karen smiled, "I need some advice."

"OK," I replied, "What's your problem?"

"Well, you may have guessed this already, but am a lesbian," she revealed, rather frankly.

I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made perfect sense, although my first thought was to ask if she made my daughter one too. "That is ok, my dear, this is 2011," I comforted, knowing this was a delicate situation.

"Oh, I know," she confidently responded, "It's just how do tell my Mother? She will freak!"

"Hmmm," I pondered, "I don't know, but I have found that honesty is always the answer, although at first there may be a rough patch."

"How would you respond if Jenny told you she was a lesbian?" Karen asked.

A week ago, it would have shocked me to my core. But now, I just assumed she was. The evidence was all there. "Well, I would support her, of course. I mean, being a woman in the world today is tough enough. Being a lesbian in a man's world is even tougher. I would hate for her to be an outcast or ridiculed because of her sexual orientation."

"So you would be ok with it?" Karen questioned.

"Yes, although I'd rather her be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff," I answered honestly, hoping that my daughter was just curious and not actually gay.

"It's 2011, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids," Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.

"Oh, I know," agreed, but rationalized, "but it will still be tougher to live in today's society as a gay couple."

She shrugged, before asking me a question was not expecting. "Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?"

"My goodness, no," I responded.

"Does such an idea disgust you?" Karen asked, her facial expression and tone showing I had offended her.

"Oh, no, no, no," I tried to recover, "It's just I grew up in a much more black and white time. You met a boy, got married, had kids, and so forth. Being a lesbian was like being from the wrong side of the tracks."

"So you have never thought another woman was attractive?"

"Oh sure, I mean I know when a woman is good looking. I have often compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my hubby checking out younger women."

"But you never were tempted to do anything with one?"

"No," I honestly answered, confused at how this conversation had shifted from being about Karen's coming out to my own non- lesbian lifestyle.