Bedding the babysitter - S01 E48

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E48

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

I replied, moving towards her, "I am sorry too. I unleashed her on you. I am to blame."

"Oh honey, you are not to blame for my weakness and my loneliness," she replied, tears already beginning to stream down her face.

Smiling, I officially came out to my Mother. "Well Mom, in case you had any lingering doubts. I like girls."

"Only girls?" Mam asked clearly digging deeper without obviously digging deeper.

"Yes, only girls. I have accepted that I am a lesbian, but was too scared to tell you, I admitted.

"Why?"

"I just thought you are already a single Mother trying to raise a child on your own, the last thing you needed was to learn I was a lesbian."

'Honey, I love everything about you. You know that, right?" Mom asked, her tone heartfelt, and concerned.

'Oh Mom, I know. It was a silly insecurity, but I have only explored my curiosity very recently, I explained.

"I understand," she said, before adding with a sad smile attempting to lighten the heavy mood, "I too have only recently explored my curiosity.

"Touché," I quipped back, before adding, "It is ok, Mom. You are allowed to have sex."

"With my daughter's friend?" Morn asked, mortified by her actions.

"Well, it is not the most orthodox choice, but you really had no choice. Karen is utterly irresistible," I comforted her with saying the truth.

'And to be treated like a, like a, like a...." Mom couldn't even finish the sentence.

"It's ok, Mom. I am a sub too."

"But I am your Mother!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself with even guilt for her actions.

"I know. But am an adult too," pointed out.

"I try to forget that." Mom smiled. "It's tough seeing you grow up and not need me anymore."

"Oh Mom," said, giving her a hug, "I will always need you."

After a silence, Mom asked, "Well, now what?"

"Well, no more secrets, I suggested.

"Agreed," Mom concurred.

"Can I suggest something?"

"Sure, honey."

"You should go talk to Megan, I suggested.

"Ms. Cameron?"

"Yes, my real Mistress," I said and told Mom everything that had transpired the past few weeks.

Once I had finished, Mom was silent before she finally said, "I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Mom, you just have to support me

"Of course, honey," she softly replied, "it's just this has been a lot to digest in one day. Both my predicament as well as learning my daughter is gay.

"I know, Mom," I replied. Looking at the clock, I freaked out. 'Shoot, I am suppose to meet Ashley in twenty minutes and I haven't even started getting ready."

"Well, what can do?"

"Drive me," I asked.

"Of course, honey," she chuckled.

"What?"

"When the day started if someone would have told me I would be driving my daughter on a date that would have surprised me. That it was a date with another girl would have surprised me even more. Yet, after all that has happened today....

"I know Mom." I smiled."I know." I gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before I hurried to my room and rifled through my closet. What to wear on my date? If it was a date? Was it a date? Or was it two friends going to a movie? Time being my enemy, I didn't have time to analyze what it was or wasn't and focused on what to wear. I decided to stick to my more provocative style I had worn since my transformation. A long plaid skirt, thigh high stockings and a white blouse. My hair wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.

I quickly texted Megan:

Mistress Megan, I talked to Morn. I think we are cool if that is possible after today. Could you please check on her. She knows about you and I. Pet Jenny

Megan texted back while I was in the car with my Mom: Pet Jenny, Oh my... she knows. How is she taking it? Meg

I typed back:

Mistress Megan, Fine...I think. just think she needs an adult to talk to. Pet Jenny

She responded: Will do, sexy. Meg

We drove in silence to the theatre while texted. Once I put my phone away. Mom asked, "Who you texting?"

"Mistress Megan," I admitted.

"Mistress," she repeated, still attempting to come to grips with what she had done, I can't believe how many times I have heard or said that word today."

"Tell me about it," I joked, before warning "I asked Mistress to check on you."

"You did?" she asked, Instantly going red.