Unspoken Pleasure

Summary: Jenny’s Mom tells how she ended up submitting to an eighteen-year-old cheerleader.

Story Notes:

The timeline of this story was complicated to write. In the end I decided to tell it in the present, in the past and eventually also as a flashback. To make the distinctions clear, the normal font is the past, the italics are the present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM’S STORY

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

I began telling my story, still secured to my bed by nylon stockings, completely naked, horny, ashamed and vulnerable in front of my daughter.

“Jenny, I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that first morning when you became a cheerleader. She seemed to have something intriguing about her I couldn’t put my finger on.”

As I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen took pity on me to a degree and untied my wrists from their tight, nylon restraints. I thanked the eighteen-year-old, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy slut,” she replied, painting my shame another shade darker.

I continued, “That said, at the time I was way more intrigued by my daughter’s overnight transformation than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend.”

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump of the toy she’d shoved inside me.

I whimpered and went on. “But the next day my attention began to shift without my even noticing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. I accepted, and as Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long-forgotten tingle in my vagina, a pleasure center that had been largely ignored since your father passed.”

“Your what, slut?” Karen reprimanded me.

“Sorry, Mistress, I’m supposed to call it a 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 like a cougar yearning to look attractive to this teenager. 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 no question, Karen was indeed flirting with me. Yet instead of being flattered I was mortified that I had allowed my daughter’s friend to massage my feet so sensuously, and even more stunned that I both liked it and wanted her to touch me even 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. But once my orgasm had faded I was embarrassed by my impulsive actions and promised myself I wouldn’t let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me.”

“You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke,” Karen pointed out, beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.

“Y-y-yes, that’s true,” I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come over and over. I continued telling my daughter about my complete fall from grace, “Obviously I couldn’t control my desire. When I came into Jenny’s room and Karen kissed my cheek a day or two later, whichever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a 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 and barely managed to stop myself. But when you complimented me saying, ‘Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,’ I became your putty. When I felt your hand just grazing my ass, any thoughts I had that you were only being friendly evaporated. As I watched you leave, my vagina… I mean my cunt was tingling uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying desperately to ignore my inappropriate fascination with my daughter’s eighteen-year-old cheerleader friend. But I couldn’t, it just kept building.”

“Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?” Karen inquired.

“No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your screaming orgasm and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room I knew my daughter was a lesbian.”

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

“The sexual tension in the room and Jenny’s ruby red cheeks told me she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you had stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should put a stop to everything by refusing, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and as soon as I looked up I could see your shaved cunt glistening, so I concluded that my precious daughter’s face had just been busy in there. I then gave you the foot massage you requested, my own cunt beginning to leak into my panties. I couldn’t resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt, and even though I was pretty sure you both saw me doing it, I couldn’t resist my fascination. Once I was done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and needed to leave the room. Then just as I was leaving, I glanced over at my daughter who was staring at me, still with guilt all over her face, and her face shiny with what could only have been your juice. Completely out of my element, I quickly fled the room… I couldn’t get out of there fast enough! I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter that evening was awkward as I knew what she’d done and I felt she knew exactly what I was feeling, that I was so horny for you I couldn’t stand it! But of course I couldn’t admit that to her. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one or two, but three orgasms, imagining it had been me between Karen’s legs, not my daughter. I couldn’t believe I had become such a poor mother that instead of protecting my daughter from Karen’s insinuous sexuality, I was envious of your lesbian opportunity.”

“Do you want to cum, slut?” Karen asked.

“Yes please, Mistress,” I replied honestly.

“Even in front of your daughter?” Karen continued to humiliate me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, ashamed but defeated.

Pulling the toy out of me, causing a loud swishing sound as it emerged, she promised, “Well, once you finish telling her your story I’ll fuck you to an orgasm.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you,” I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by this eighteen-year-old Domme cheerleader.

I continued my tawdry tale, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter, “So then on the weekend while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched through Jenny’s computer.”

“Mom!” Jenny gasped, “how could you?”

I looked at my daughter for the first time in a while and answered apologetically, “I’m so sorry, honey. You know I’ve always respected your privacy, but with the recent changes in you and the changes in me, I just had to know! For one thing I needed to know that things weren’t even worse for you than they appeared: that you weren’t in danger.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I could see the devastation of my betrayal in her eyes, oddly more than I’d even seen when she’d first found me in this sexual predicament. She muttered, “I still can’t believe you’d do that.”

Karen ended the drama. “Enough with the pretended shock, Jenny. You knew I was going to seduce and fuck your Mom, and you didn’t do anything to stop me.”

It was my turn to be shocked. “You knew?”

Jenny now on the defensive, at first she barked, “That’s not true!” but then relented, “Well I suppose it is true, but Mom, I never in a million years thought you’d actually succumb to her charms. It was just way too preposterous a notion.” She paused, looked at me with a resigned expression and went on, “But apparently it wasn’t so preposterous after all.”

My head was reeling with all this new information, yet it didn’t change anything. Whatever Jenny had or hadn’t known, it was still undeniable that I was the adult and that it was I who had submitted to Karen.

Getting back to the story at hand, the tale of my utter submission to my daughter’s friend, I continued, “Anyway Jenny, as I searched your computer I kept finding surprise after surprise. First, I found you frequently visited a website called Literotica where you read almost exclusively lesbian fiction. I read some of the stories you’d saved on your hard drive and many had similar themes: submissive lesbian stories. It didn’t take long for it to sink in that my daughter was clearly a lesbian, clearly submissive and just beginning to learn about her sexuality. I have to admit when I read the story Training Teacher, I actually came hard, imagining myself as the teacher during that seductive parent-teacher interview. I copied the links to some other stories to read later on my own private laptop before continuing to search your computer. Not as research on how I could help my daughter this time, just because they were hot and struck a chord in me.