It’s my own damn fault

“Good… tomorrow when you come over to work on the room again, I’ll have something waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?”

“Yeah…you did put them back right?”

“Them?”

“My panties Thomas…my cum stained, cum filled, cum pussy juiced panties…the black ones.”

“Oh yeah…those. Ah yeah…I did, just like you asked.”

“Good, because tomorrow, I want to see you finish up with them the way you started today before I so rudely interrupted you.”

“Holy shit!” I said to myself. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

“Alright, see you at home later…you and Stella are staying for dinner tonight, yes?”

I found my voice…though even then it took a moment. “Ah yes…yes we are.”

“Ok, well…time to be off then. Though do me a favor, sit here for another ten minutes at least before you leave, no sense pulling up at the exact same time, or Stella might get suspicious.”

“Oh yeah…good point, I won’t. I mean…I’ll stay here. Ten minutes. And then leave.”

Mia laughed. “Settle down Thomas, don’t be so nervous. Just as long as none of this ever gets out, you and I can continue to have a little fun together once in a while. So take it easy, collect yourself…relax. I’ll see you back at home.”

“Home!” I thought. Wishing I had stayed there.

**

“So? What the hell happened?”

I knew she’d be waiting for me, anxious to hear how things had gone, what had happened, though she said when her mom returned to the car, she simply acted like her usual old self. There was nothing in her mother’s demeanor to suggest otherwise.

“Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened?”

“No nothing…I chickened out.”

“Jesus Thomas…you promised!” I had to think about that.

“No I didn’t, I said I’d do it…I didn’t promise I’d do it,” though once again I stood there wondering if maybe I had promised, would one promise thus take precedence over another promise thus avoiding that one? At the moment however, it didn’t matter anymore either way. I had now made an actual promise I could see no way of breaking. Not without bringing down this entire situation around my head. Bad enough where I was standing at now.

“Shit,” she said again thinking to herself. “Well…hell. We’re just going to have to find another opportunity, another way then,” she said pacing the room lost in deep thought.

“Listen Stella…maybe…”

“Shut up Thomas, let me think. I think I have another idea.”

“God help me, I thought.”

**

What she came up with was even more bizarre than her last idea had been. There was no fucking way we could pull this off, not without Mia wondering about it by my way of thinking…especially now with things where they now really were between Mia and I. But I sure as hell couldn’t mention that to Stella now either.

All I could do was go along for the moment, hope to hell things just wouldn’t work out the way she had planned, and hopefully…eventually…convince her to give up on the notion. Maybe she would see some improvement in her mother’s attitude, that sudden smile on her face. All I could do was hope that perhaps Mia would pass it off as having met someone, in which case perhaps Stella would let this drop. Though for me of course, I would then have an entirely different problem to deal with. Mia.

We sat down and enjoyed a very delightful dinner together, a most pleasant one in fact. Right up until the time that Stella began clearing away the dinner dishes, when Mia lifted one side of the same fucking tee shirt she was wearing to reveal the fact, she still wasn’t wearing a bra. Not to mention the fact…I could see the almost salt-crystal-like dried caking of my afternoon spending still clinging to a good portion of her breast.

“So dear…what time are you expected to go into the shop tomorrow?” Mia asked.

“Around nine, nine-thirty, why do you ask?”

“Oh, was just wondering then if Thomas would be getting up early too, I’d like to get a nice early start in the room again, finish up where we’d left off earlier today,” she told her daughter through her eyes had remained glued on me the entire time she had said that.

“Holy fucking shit,” I sighed quietly to myself. What a fucking mess this was.

**

Which were pretty much the same words I was still thinking as I stood there, slowly stroking my cock, while Chris, my own niece, two of her closest friends, and a handful of other young women sat around looking at me, watching me as I stood there Thomasing myself off in front of them.

How the hell did I end up here in the first place? I asked myself once again, still looking back, still trying to see where things could have changed direction somehow, and not had me sitting…or rather standing where I was now.

It was my own fucking fault…and now there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it, except for of course, jerking myself off.

To be continued…