Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Bedding The Babysitter: Ep27

I shook my head as I said, "No, I don't think so. She didn't look at me the whole time she was at her desk."

"True, because by then she knew I was watching her," Karen explained.

"How do you figure?" I asked curiously.

"She caught me smirking at her the couple of times she'd clearly checked you out earlier in the class. After that I was smirking because of all her struggles not to check you out." "Really?" I said, unbelieving.

"Really," she replied, "It's only a matter of time before you get lucky."

We arrived at my place and as soon as she parked, she shut the car off and took her keys out. I looked at her with a confused look. She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button. Her free hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, "Hi, Mom. I'm going to stay for supper at Jenny's house." A brief pause ensued before she said, "That's right, the new PomPom. I'm going to stay here tonight and help her work on the dance routines." After another brief quiet period Karen finished, "I will, but I won't be home until ten, we have a lot to practice. Bye Mom, love you." She flipped her phone closed and said, "Well, no point driving home if we're going to see Mistress Megan tonight." "I suppose," I responded nervously.

"What's the matter?" Karen queried. "Afraid I'm going to dominate you right in front of your mother?"

I blushed. "Not until now," I said with a concerned look on my face.

She smiled with a soft laugh, "I'm kidding. We really will work on your dance routines, until seven at least." She then opened her door and got out. She went into her trunk and grabbed a package of stockings before following me into my house.

Mom wasn't home so we went upstairs to my room. The first thing Karen did was order, "Take my stockings off, my slave."

I was slightly surprised by this; two days of friendship and no real sexual demands had relaxed me a bit. So I went to Karen, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, and deciding to be a tease, I took off her heels, and then slid my hands all the way up her left leg, slowly, ever so slowly, as Karen uttered a soft moan. I reached the top of her beige thigh high stocking and began to slide it down her leg. But I went gently, with tender care, slowly sliding the stocking off. What could have easily been done in a second took me thirty. When I looked up, Karen had her eyes closed and a pleasant smile. I moved to her right leg and massaged her foot while it was still encased in its stocking. She moaned again, and I surprised her by taking her silk-stocking-covered foot in my mouth. I sucked each toe into my mouth, savouring the salty sweat of her foot. I then slid my tongue up the side of her calf and continued up the back of her leg. My tongue never lost contact with her leg as it slid upwards until I reached the elastic top of the thigh high.

Karen spoke for the first time in several minutes saying, "Fuck, Jenny, you have me soaking wet."

"Sorry," I said coyly and with total insincerity.

Karen looked at the clock, it was 5:15. "Fuck, it's at least a couple more hours until I can cum," she said, sexually frustrated, as was I. But my own fault, since I'd been the one doing the teasing!

I slid off the second stocking with as much deliberation and care as I had the first. I then grabbed the stocking package and opened it. I took one red thigh high stocking and slowly draped it onto my beautiful mistress. As the top of the stocking reached its destination near the top of her leg, I then moved my head to her white panty-covered pussy. I stopped just millimetres from her pussy, her sexual aroma escaping through the sheer underwear. I moved my mouth onto her panties for just a second before moving away to reach for the second stocking.

"You are such a tease, you heartless slut," Karen accused, her breathing a bit heavy.

I smiled but remained silent as I slid a red thigh high up her other leg. I finished and was just moving in for another tease when we heard the front door close downstairs. Startled, I jumped up with lightning speed. Karen just sat there smiling vaguely before eventually standing up. "Think I could seduce your mother?" she asked casually.

"What?" I asked incredibly surprised.

"You heard me," she said and then repeated, "Do you think I can get your mother between my legs?"

"No way," I said confidently.

"Want to bet?"

"No," I said; that would only encourage her to try.

Mom knocked on my door, she always respected my privacy, and I called, "Come in, Mom."

Mom entered, dressed in her usual business suit, jacket and all, and greeted, "Hi girls. Good to see you again, um..."

"Karen," Karen said, and walked over to my Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek before hugging her. My Mom blushed but hugged her back awkwardly. Karen broke the hug and said, "I hope you don't mind Mrs. Wyatt, but I invited myself for supper so your daughter and I can work on our dance routines before we go to an extra practice at seven."

"No, not at all," my mother said and then added, "but I was only going to order pizza, if that's ok with you ladies."

Karen answered, the double entendre dripping between each word, "That sounds delicious."

Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, "What kind do you like, Karen?"

"Oh, I like all kinds," Karen said, still trying to flirt, but somewhat missing the mark.

"OK," my Mom said and added, "I'll get a Hawaiian and a double pepperoni."

"Sounds great," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of the situation.

My Mom left, and as soon as the door closed, Karen appraised, "She'll be easy to seduce."

"How do you figure?" I asked, not seeing it at all.

"Trust me, it will be easy," Karen said confidently. "Let's go practise in the living room."

"Why?" I asked.

"We need more space and I want to make sure your mom gets lots of chances to watch," Karen said.

"She isn't, she won't," I tried to articulate.

Karen smiled and said, "What? She isn't a dyke like her daughter? When was the last time she had a man in here?"

I contemplated this and admitted, "Not since Dad died."

Karen instantly changed her tone from aggressive to caring as she said, "Sorry, I didn't..."

"No, it's ok," I said, "It was five years ago. A car accident. We're fine now."

"Oh, sorry," Karen said, giving me a gentle friendly hug. She held me for what seemed like an eternity. I felt so safe and comfortable within her arms my heart began beating faster. Finally she let go and said, "I'm still going to try and seduce your Mom."

I don't know why, but I kinda gave her permission, though she didn't need it, "OK."

"I'm going to have her between my legs very soon," she said confidently.

I doubted she was right, but a part of me, the perverted me that I hadn't ever even met until last weekend, was curious. Besides, after everything that had begun happening last weekend, I was now happier than I'd ever been in my life, so where's the harm? "Go for it," I egged her on.

Karen grinned, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. We practised a couple dance routines, my mom in and out of the room, until the pizza arrived. We ate as Mom asked Karen a bunch of typical mother questions: What do you want to do when you graduate? Do you have a job? What do you do for fun? Etc., etc... When dinner was finished, I grabbed the dishes as Mom and Karen went into the living room to watch the news. My Mom always watches the news. I put the few dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a glass of water and returned to the living room. I suppressed a gasp, barely, as Karen was giving my Mom a foot massage.