It’s my own damn fault -3

I collapsed back down onto the bed, now exhausted as Stella snuggled up into the crook of my arm.

“Don’t ya just love it when a plan comes together?” she giggled contentedly, and almost soon after fell soundly asleep.

I lay for a moment slowly drifting off myself, wondering even as I did…if things would now go back to normal again.

Somehow…I doubted it.

**

I was up early needing to run home to change clothes and head off to work. Being Thursday, this was Stella’s late day, not having to go into the floral shop until noon, but then staying late tonight as this was the other gal’s day off. On most Thursdays, Mia would go in around two or three,

and then work with Stella until around six, though she very often stayed there with her until closing time around eight o’clock. That would hopefully, give me a chance for a little peace and quiet after I got off work. Time enough to come home again, change clothes, and then return back to mom’s place where I could pretty much finish off the room.

I was actually relieved when I did arrive to discover that no one was home. That meant I wouldn’t have to confront Chris either, giving me a chance to truly finish up the room aside from a few necessary touch ups the following day, or day after. Beyond that, Mia’s sewing room was finally finished, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out back to sit on the patio and congratulate myself.

I was halfway through my beer when I heard the sliding glass door open. I knew without turning to look that it had to be Chris, it was just then five-thirty, so I figured it would be another forty-five minutes yet, if then…before Mia even got home.

“I took it when you finished mom’s room?” Chris said coming around to the front of the table facing me, reaching for my beer taking a swallow from it as she stood there.

“Almost,” I responded, draining the rest of it before she could, but taking note of what she was wearing too. Standing there now in one of her very brief bikinis, her full breasts hardly contained within the top, though the small strip of cloth between her legs barely contained her mound at all. The outline of her nether lips clearly defined as she stood there looking at me.

“I saw you last night,” she said at last.

“I know…I could see you on the TV,” I responded back, seeing the look of surprise on her face when I said that. “No worries…Stella couldn’t,” I added as she laughed at that.

“Go figure. And here I was thinking I was being sneaky,” she laughed again.

I couldn’t help but laugh with her. “Not much gets past you now does it?”

“Enough,” I responded carefully. Chris too had that look in her eyes now that always spelled trouble. Same look her mother and my wife had.

“So, what did you think then? Enjoy seeing what you saw? What did I did?”

Admittedly I had, it had been erotic, seeing her standing there in the doorway like that, panties down around her knees, her fingers flying furiously between her legs. I felt my cock already beginning to stiffen at the memory of that. No sense trying to hide the fact that I hadn’t either.

“Yes,” I said, simply trying to sit up just a little before things got a bit too uncomfortable for me here again.

“You liked watching me play with myself…like watching me don’t you?”

I didn’t answer that, well not exactly. She had that look, and I was getting aroused here, better to stay where I was, partially concealed beneath the table at least and not let her see that I really was. I nodded my head slightly.

“I like doing that,” she said. “I like being watched while I’m touching myself,” she then began doing so. Running her finger down between her lips, caressing her pussy through the material of her bikini bottoms, pressing them into herself, which frankly looked hot! And frankly…was indeed getting me very aroused, and very hard all over again. “You still owe me you know…”

“What?”

“You heard me…from the other day, you still owe me. Take it out!”

Like a mother , like a daughter(s).

“We don’t have that kind of time.”

“Well we certainly won’t if you keep wasting time here! Maybe this will help.” It did…but it really didn’t either. Chris reached around undoing the clasp on her bikini top, suddenly there she was standing in front of me again with her boobs hanging out, and then worse, though not lowering her bikini bottoms, she pulled them off to one side, giving me a clear unobstructed view of her beautiful wet glistening pussy. Spreading herself even more open, her cute tiny little clit jumped out, it’s head glistening with girl dew. “Well?”

It was like being hypnotized by a pussy. I’m not even sure I remembered unzipping my shorts once again, but I had, fishing my cock out for her.

“I can’t see it all that well…stand up while you do that for me,” she stated still fingering herself, so I stood letting my shorts drop down around my ankles, now basically naked as I ran my hand down the length of my shaft and back up again, palming the head which had already started leaking for her. “I like that, love seeing your little juice drops, tell me I’m arousing you,” she giggled. And then after saying that, I turned around looking behind me. “That’s twenty bucks each you owe me,” she said.