It’s my own damn fault – 2

I’d actually quit stroking my dick…my mouth open, looking at Chris now as she stood there all together. Unlike her mom, she had a tiny little strip of dark hair just above her mound, her fingers now spreading herself open, one, and then two slipping inside herself as she began to methodically work them in and out of her equally wet, slick sounding pussy.

“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this…” Mia suddenly started, but then turned towards me, now facing me. And as she did, she reached down undoing the zipper on her shorts, which soon likewise fell down around her ankles, and then she slowly, almost teasingly removed her panties. “When in Rome…”

**

By the sounds, and then the looks of it…Chris was even hornier than I thought, bringing herself to orgasm even faster than I was rapidly approaching. Listening to her as she stood there finger-fucking herself was amazing! And not only that, but those nice tits of hers were bouncing almost wildly against her chest, she was panting hotly, driving her fingers in and out of herself with a frenzy now, though so was her mother, the two of them watching me.

“Oh stroke that fucking cock Thomas! Stroke it, stroke it hard! Make that fucker squirt for us!” Chris cried out, though even Mia now was joining in hearing her daughter talking like that, so lewdly, so obscenely, adding to the unbridled, uninhibited decadence of the moment.

“Yes Thomas yes! Stroke that cock, pump that fucker!” Mia added just as lustfully now as her daughter had, likewise frigging herself, though rather than fingering, she was half slapping, half rubbing her swollen very pronounced clitoris.

“Fuck!” I cried out, hovering on the edge…realizing. “I don’t fucking have anything!”

“Here!” Mia said, and then amazingly, scooped up her discarded panties with her foot, flinging them towards me, which I caught in midair. In one fell swoop, I brought them down over the tip of my cock, and simply erupted into them. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” I said over and over again with each and every delicious spurt of cum into her silky smooth soft panties.

And as I stood there doing that, I could hear the satisfied mutual cry of both mother and daughter suddenly joining me.

**

“Not a word.”

“Not a word,” Chris and I both readily agreed. Mia used that same tone of voice she had used with me, letting us both know she was deadly serious about this. “What just happened…can’t happen, and shouldn’t happen again, understood?” She asked Chris first. Chris nodded her head saying it again.

“Understood?” She then asked turning towards me, though she winked as she said it.

“Ah…yeah, understood,” I said, understanding perfectly well what she was saying.

“Ok, now that we’re all rational and sane once again…let’s get the rest of this room painted shall we? Oh…and if you wouldn’t mind handing me back my panties Thomas? I’ll just take these and go put them in the laundry.”

For a split solitary second, Chris laughed, muffling the sound with her fist. “Finally got to do mom’s panties didn’t you?” She whispered. I tossed her a look warning her, but all she did was laugh once again.

Mia had left, returning moments later, still naked however, as was both Chris and I. For some reason, it seemed to not make any sense to dress after what had just happened, and so it was…we finished putting on the first coat of paint, doing so while completely naked together.

**

The first couple of days of the new week passed without incident. I was actually beginning to think and feel that maybe all this had actually and finally blown over. Even Stella hadn’t mentioned anything else about attempting to do anything else, so I pretty much surmised her idea had finally been forgotten.

And though we’d spent the past two days actually at home, it was inevitable that we’d end up being invited over on Wednesday night for dinner. In doing so, we were informed it would just be the three of us as Chris was out attending some sort of Sorority thing with her friends, still hopeful of getting in according to Mia.

“Tonight’s the night,” Stella told me just as we reached her mother’s house.

“For what?” I asked, at this point having as I said forgotten all about any scheming ideas or plans that Stella had been considering.

“We’re gonna put on a little bit of a nasty show for mom later on this evening,” she said. “The way I figure it, maybe if she watches us for a bit, gets a chance to finally see you, that will give her a little excitement, something to enjoy perhaps.”

“Jesus Stella! You gotta be kidding. You wanna fuck in front of your mom?”

“Yeah, figured that might actually turn her on, give her a little relief, something to think about, maybe get her horny, interested again. Perhaps after that, she’ll have the desire to go out and start dating again. But for damn sure…she needs to get out more, not hang around the damn house all day getting frustrated!”

How could I possibly tell her?

“And just how do you expect to bring this all about? Here? Tonight?”

“With this!” Stella said holding up the bag she had brought along, which I had just assumed was a few odds and ends that she usually brought over with her. This time however, she held up what was obviously a bottle of Tequila, along with some mix for it. “You know me,” she laughed. “A few of these always did get me horny…and that’s something mom well knew that it did. And though it does, and though I’m already a bit horny now anyway, I figured I’d have a couple, and then just have several non-alcoholic ones after that.

When it’s close to bedtime, I’ll pretend I’m just too damn drunk, to make it home. You know how mom is, she’ll insist that we stay here tonight anyway after we’ve been drinking. And since we’ll no doubt be sleeping on the pull out bed there in the living room, that will make it even easier for her to spy on us from the top of the stairs. You know as well as I do, as dark as it is up there, you can easily remain concealed, and yet see clearly and easily down into the room. We’ll keep on an end-table lamp turned down low, but so she can still see what we’re doing at least.”

“I don’t know Stella, I’m not sure this is really such a good idea.”

“Sure it is…trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

Once again…famous last words. But it was also obvious to me, I wasn’t going to be able to talk her out of it either. All I could do was hope that perhaps afterwards, after we’d actually done this, gone through with it, she’d leave things be once and for all.

**