It’s my own damn fault – 2

As small as the room was, it soon grew to be uncomfortably hot, especially with the window open, as we needed to do that in order to air the room out some. That, or be overcome with the paint fumes. The problem was…with three of us working together side by side, the heat of the day…it grew uncomfortably warm, and before long, the three of us were actually sweating profusely.

I obviously had one distinct advantage. I could at least remove my shirt, which I now did, so I was at least a bit cooler than the two of them.

“Fuck this!” Chris said. “I’m taking mine off too! It’s too damn hot in here!” And then just like that…she did. Mia looked as though she were about to say something, but Chris cut her off, perhaps making her rethink her concern. “Oh for hell’s sake mom…like we were talking about earlier, he’s seen enough of both of us before now, what difference does it really make anyway? They’re just boobs after all.

And I sure as hell am not going to stand here and sweat to death when I can at least be a bit more comfortable!” To my surprise, Mia laughed, and then began working on the small knot keeping the front of her shirt tied together.

“She’s right…what difference does it make anyway? We’re all adults here…and not like you haven’t seen tits before…so why not?”

Suddenly I was standing there looking at two naked pairs of breasts as the two of them began painting again. The problem for me was…I was starting to get hard again, and had no way in hell of trying to hide the fact that I was. And worse…as only moments later, wearing a tight pair of cut off jeans, I was far more than just a little uncomfortable because of it. It was downright…painful! And…to make matters even worse than they already were, it was clearly obvious as well, which Chris managed to dutifully point out.

“Thomas’s got a woody!” She snickered looking over towards me. “How the hell can you paint like that? Doesn’t it hurt?”

Perhaps it was indeed the pained expression on my face that gave truth to that. It did…almost more than I could actually bear in fact.

“Maybe…you really should take care of that,” Mia said in a voice that sounded more far away than she’d intended to voice. Almost breathless as she spoke.

“Yeah…right,” I answered back, attempting to roll the wall again, though all that did was put additional strain on my prick as it pressed against the front of my jeans, nearly bending me over.

“No…seriously Thomas, you could injure it…your, your ah…self if you let it stay that way.”

As strange as it may sound, I realized they were probably right. Yeah weird perhaps…taking a ‘jerk-off’ break here, but maybe that was just what the doctor ordered. However the problem now was, apparently, neither one of them wanted me to go elsewhere in order to do that.

“Go on Thomas, do it…we won’t say anything will we Chris?” Mia said looking at her daughter, to which Chris’s eyes opened wide in understanding of what her mother had just then suggested.

“No…we won’t. And I agree Thomas, you should, go ahead…take care of it before you really do, do something to hurt yourself. Just imagine how upset and angry Stella would be…if you did.”

“Just imagine how upset Stella will be if she finds out I stood here and jerked myself off in front of the two of you!” I shot back.

“Well, like I said…we certainly won’t say anything, and in fact…we’ll even turn around and face the other way while you do it,” Mia said. “Won’t we dear?”

“We will?”

“Yes…we will, we don’t want Thomas feeling more embarrassed about this than he already is now do we? And we certainly can’t let him remain like he is either…now can we?”

“No…I guess we can’t,” Chris snickered, though she then too turned her back, same as her mother had, the two of them now standing together there with their backs towards me.

“Hurry up Thomas, I’m sure…this won’t take too long.”

**

Believe it or not…I did it. Sure, sure…I know, I could have just as easily gone in and used the bathroom and jerked off in there. The fact of the matter was, you’re forgetting, I was pretty fucking horny at the moment. I mean I’m standing there the entire time, looking at two pretty gorgeous pairs of tits for one thing…and

yeah…there’s something to be said about doing what we’d all been doing and talking about lately on top of all that. So the idea of actually standing there and tossing one off…with them both in the room, even though they said they’d keep their backs turned towards me while I did it. Well…even then, it was still pretty arousing.

I dropped my jeans. Now standing there holding onto my dick…jerking it off.

“Hmm, that sounds nice doesn’t it?” Chris said, though thankfully she’d said it with her back still towards me. “Just something about the sound of that, a guy working his slick juicy cock up and down…up…and down.”

“Jesus…Chris!” I panted, to which she and her mom both laughed.

“I’m sorry Thomas, but she’s right. As much as I hate to admit it…she’s right. That does sound wickedly nice. And it’s obvious just how aroused you really are, which admittedly I have to say…is arousing me as well.”

“Yeah…me too,” Chris said, chiming in. “And as a matter of fact…I think I need to get off now myself!”

Before either one of us could say a word, Chris had unbuttoned her shorts which now dropped down around her ankles, she quickly stepped out of them kicking them off to one side.

“Christine!” Mia exclaimed using the formal name she’d once given her.

“What? You’re just as horny standing here listening to this as I am, so just admit it. Jeez mom…not like you don’t masturbate any less than I do…and obviously any less than Thomas does…or is. And I’m sure as hell going to take advantage of the moment and do something about it…so, aren’t you?”