It’s my own damn fault

So far at least, everything seemed to be going according to plan. Though I for one was nervous as hell, especially knowing that I would soon be sneaking into my mother-in-law’s bathroom, digging through her hamper for hopefully a pair of her dirty panties. And then finding something she would instantly recognize as being her own, freshly worn…and obviously soiled, that I would then be discovered using…jerking off into when she eventually caught me.

“What then?” I still asked myself wondering.

I turned looking at the material that Stella had left behind, sitting on top of an old work desk as though in her haste, she had inadvertently left it there. Hearing the car pull out of the drive, I knew I had no more than ten minutes to run in, retrieve a pair of my mother-in-law’s panties, and then strip down entirely, and begin jerking off with them.

With my heart racing, I soon found myself rummaging through her hamper, and quickly located a pair that I figured would suit my purposes, though finding when I did, to actually be aroused when I considered what it was I was about to do. And…it was interesting to note, Mia still wore what appeared to be a moderate looking thong,

so they weren’t even panties really. Black in color, sexy as hell looking, which actually prompted me to begin getting an erection! I raced back into the sewing room with them, undressed as I’d been asked to do, and slowly began stroking my cock with her mother’s panties. What I discovered much to my surprise, was how good it felt, standing there doing that. I enjoyed the sensation of the material as it slipped up and down my cock,

even taking a moment to then hold them up to my nose, smelling them. Sure enough, the musky scent of her pussy remained, and I inhaled it deeply. The thought that I was actually smelling my mother in law’s cunt smell seemed to send a spark of lusty desire straight down into my balls. My cock swelling to complete and full firmness, a small dewdrop of pre-cum fuck juice even then leaking out of the tip of my cock. I captured that with her panties, once again stroking myself, and found that I had forgotten all about her mother’s soon expected arrival as I stood there doing that.

Maybe the fact that I actually was lost in thought, that I was hard as hell, and well given over to doing this when Mia came into the room, was what helped convince her this wasn’t set up…was for real, and that her son-in-law was in fact about to shoot a thick juicy load into her panties.

What she said was: “Just what the fuck are you doing?”

The thing was, the timing couldn’t have been any more perfect…or more worse, depending on how you looked at it. Like I said, I had actually been enjoying this, finding myself actually aroused, so much so…that when the first familiar tingle deep down inside my balls began, it was already too late to keep things from pursuing their natural course. Not even the sound of my mother-in laws voice as she said that.

I jumped, turning, startled actually…looking towards her, and just as I did, my prick released. An enormous jettison of spunk that shot out of the end of my dick easily squirting several feet across the room, almost directly towards her. She actually looked down, watching it fall, watching the first, and then the second one splatter somewhere near her feet. I know there was more that followed as I stood there, but by now our eyes had finally locked on one another, so I never really felt the rest of it as my dick all on its own accord, finished emptying itself out.

“We should be back in about an hour,” she stated almost indignantly. “By the time I return, I expect to see this room partially taped up and ready for trimming. You will have by then left a note, indicating that you’ve run out of tape and have gone down to the hardware store in order to buy more. I will meet you there in the parking lot after that. You and I are going to have a little chat.”

With that, she turned, and then turned once again back towards me as I stood there with my still drooling, dripping cock…and her panties in hand.

“And please, make sure you put those back where you found them,” she stated. And with that…she was gone.

“Fuck! I knew it! I fucking knew it!” I literally yelled out loud. “Now she thinks I really am some sort of a twisted pervert!”

**

There was no way of course to tell Stella what had happened, at least not until I’d returned later from the hardware store after first meeting her mother. But by then, the damage would have been done, and it would already be too late except for to take whatever it was I had coming to me, and then hope that somehow later on, Stella might somehow find a way of making this right again with her mom.

“Yeah…good luck with that,” I thought.

I scampered back into her room tossing her panties back in the hamper, and then dashed back into the sewing room. I looked down, seeing the tracings of my orgasm still streaking the floor, and hurriedly cleaned all that up as well before tearing into the room, getting about half of it done before I realized time had run out on me. I needed to leave now if I was to be out of here before they got back, and then just as she’d asked…wait there in the parking lot and face whatever wrath awaited for me after that.

I was there all of fifteen minutes when I saw Mia’s car pull into the lot. I had purposely chosen a space where no one else was apt to park, and sure enough she pulled in next to me just sitting there for a moment glaring at me through the window of her car. Finally she motioned towards her door. I got out, reached for the door handle on the passenger side of her car and climbed in.

“Mia…listen,”

“No…you listen,” she said though the fire I’d heard earlier in her tone of voice had softened just a little.

I shut my mouth, prepared to accept and take whatever chastisement she had for me. Figuring that at the very least, I would again later talk to Stella, telling her what had happened, and then hopefully she would at some point smooth things over with her mom.

“You are going to make me a promise…here and now,” she began.

“Whatever you want…I promise…”

“Shut up Thomas, hear me out,” that tone was back, so I closed my mouth, the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up. I truly had never seen her like this before, not even once. Her face was flushed, her voice odd sounding as she continued. “Promise me you’ll never…ever mention a word of this to Stella. Not one word!”

“I promise,” I assured her, but her look told me she wasn’t through yet, and that I was once again interrupting her.

“I love my daughter.”

“I know you do.” That look again. I zippered shut, determined not to utter a single solitary word again…no matter what.

“But it’s been a long time…” she paused, her voice softening, that look in her eyes smoldering now…not angry, which frankly confused the hell out of me. Especially when she suddenly reached down and pulled the almost too tight fitting tee shirt she had on up and over her head.

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

**

“Take out your cock.”