Chapter 15

When Kate returned home from school that afternoon, I had another shock. Up to now, Kate had never brought home anyone from school to meet me. Previously, when I had been dressed and was at least ostensibly the “cook” in the household I would have been happy to meet her new friends. But now that I was nude full time, I was glad that she spared me that humiliation. Yet, something had clearly changed since last night when she watched me service Margaret and then jill to orgasm.

Perhaps she was taking a more dominant role in our mother-daughter relationship. She certainly put her foot down in refusing to allow me to quit. She knew I would be nude and would not be able to cover myself, yet now she brought her classmate home to meet me.

She opened the door and introduced me to her friend Erin – a cute girl with strawberry blonde hair and a freckled face – as Irish looking as her name implied. Kate was developmentally a little ahead of Erin, who had small but noticeable boobs and hips. I found her to be attractive, but I tried not to show it for fear of embarrassing Kate.

I assume that Kate warned her friend that I would be nude because Erin did not seemed shocked when seeing me. But she apparently did not expect to see a grown woman with a bare shaved pussy.

“Wow, Kate. Your Mom is smooth. That is soooo cool. Like a teen.”

Kate explained - “She is required to be nude all the time in the house – those are the house rules. We can be dressed, but she is supposed to be the sexual servant to the husband and wife whose house this is and is to remain naked at all times. They used to hire college girls for this, but the girls left when they graduated college. She is now the permanent servant for the house. The wife said that the husband likes his women with no pussy hair, so she shaved yesterday. The husband is expected back home this afternoon, and I guess she will be in bed with both of them all night.”

I tried to keep my composure while turning red as Kate’s described me and my duties to her friend, speaking of me in the third person as if I wasn’t there and was only a plaything for a married couple. I blushed and tried to act as normal as possible.

“I am also the cook here. Can I get you girls some after school snack?”

Kate asked if the husband was home yet and I said no, not yet. She then wanted to introduce her friend to Margaret. I went to get Margaret, who was dressed and made up in anticipation of Bill’s arrival. The contrast – me walking next to her nude – was dramatic. Margaret greeted Kate by kissing her on the cheek – that was something new – and was introduced to Erin. Margaret said that Erin was welcomed to have dinner and a sleepover when ever she and Kate wanted.

I blushed again, realizing that if Kate invited Erin over, Margaret would surely let Erin watch me along with Kate. Perhaps Margaret wanted to encourage Kate’s potential lesbianism or bisexuality by promoting a sleepover with a classmate. By now, Kate had seen a thorough repertoire of lesbianism performed by her own mother. She might try some of it out on Erin or maybe dominate Erin as she learned from Margaret’s domination of me. Margaret drove the point home, asking me if it was alright with me if Erin slept in Kate’s room (meaning Kate’s bed, of course).

I didn’t want to contradict Margaret or embarrass Kate, so I said “Sure, that would be fine if Kate and Erin want to have a sleepover.”

Kate had Erin call her mother right away and got approval for that night. Now it was clear that my performance with Bill and Margaret would be closely watched by not one but two fourteen-year-olds, who would likely then try out the same moves later that night in Kate’s bed. Kate was being carefully led down the path to lesbianism, and I could do nothing about it, even if I had wanted to.