04 Janice Keeps Watch

4. Janice keeps watch

Jordan, Mom and I were seated around the family dinner table. Mom had made lasagna. At first it was fairly quiet, and I looked over at Mom and smiled, asking with my eyes if everything was OK. She saw the opening, and announced to us both that she had had a chat with Dad, and told him about Jordan.

Everything was going to be fine. Then she fixed Jordan with her eyes, almost strangely, and held his attention for an awkward length of time, before continuing.

"I just want to make it clear, Jordan, that you are welcome to stay with us as long as you wish. You are now the man of the house, as long as John is absent."

That sounded a bit weird, especially the way Mom was deferring to Jordan like that. I shook off the thought. It was awesome that Dad didn't mind Jordan being here. Our eyes met and we smiled.

After dinner, Jordan went for a walk in the garden, seeing if there were any trees that needed pruning, or parts of the property walls that might need repair. I was watching him from up by the pool, thankful for his generous spirit.

Mom sauntered out, and came and put her arms around me.

"Are you happy, Darling?"

"Yes, Mom, I really am."

"Is he being respectful?"

"Oh, Mom, he's so amazing and gentle. Such a gentleman: I can't believe what he said about his upbringing."

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Gentle? That wasn't exactly how Janice would have described the goings-on she had heard last night. Even though it was down the hallway, there had been no mistaking the frantic puffing and panting, muffled questioning and moaning, and Jordan's blood curdling cry as he unburdened himself.

She hadn't been upset at all by them having intercourse under her roof. That was fine. She just wanted to make sure Sasha felt safe, and they were both being safe, sexually. She wasn't jealous or meddling in any way, she told herself. Not at all, she confirmed silently. This, despite the fact that she was slightly ashamed that she had tiptoed closer to Sasha's room, to confirm what her ears were telling her.

Janice cast her own mind back to the last time she had had sex. She and John, mating lustfully on their marriage bed. It was a long time ago. But what times they were.

"Mom! Are you OK?" She suddenly heard.

Coming back to reality, Janice realized she was clutching on to Sasha's upper body as though she was on a theme park ride. Sasha was half surprised, and half laughing.

"Oh! Sorry! I was just away with the pixies for a moment." She had to ask Sasha about whether she was having safe sex...

"I...Um..."

"What is it, Mommy?"

"Are you using protection?"

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When I heard those words escape Mom's lips, my cheeks became rosy instantly. It must have been obvious to her from the hot flush that I was embarrassed. I went straight for the mea culpa.

"I'm sorry, Mom," my ears and face burning with embarrassment.

She smiled back at me, shaking her head. "That's OK, Sweetie. I just want you to be safe, and not end up in a situation you're unprepared for."

I nodded obediently.

"Here, take these." She pressed a packet of tablets into my hand. "They're actually a couple of years old, but I think they're still in date. I doubt I'm going to be needing them anymore."

I melted into Mom's arms. She was so good, and kind, and beautiful.

"I love you, Mom," I told her as genuinely as I could.

"I love you too, my sweet little girl. I guess you had to become a woman eventually."

I blushed and smiled, and turned to hug her. We remained in each other's embrace in silence, enjoying the warm evening air, and our mutual understanding, first as mother and daughter, but now as grown women.

The following week or two went by in a flash. We attended our classes on campus, and were just as keen to see each other during our breaks. Jordan also caught up with a few of his friends, who were really more acquaintances. They didn't seem particularly interested in the fact that he now had a girlfriend, or even who I was. A couple of them gave a non-committal nod in my direction, just acknowledging my existence. For me, that was perfect.

I hadn't really had any friends this past year, and so, in a selfish way, I was kind of glad that Jordan didn't really seem to either. Now, we had one another, and we were completely infatuated. I had my lips against his face and my body against his at every opportunity. When Mom left the house to go shopping, I was immediately on my knees, sometimes by the front door as soon as I had watched her drive away.

Mom seemed increasingly stress-free. It was almost as though she and Dad had decided they were going to drift apart. She smiled continually at Jordan, thanked him for being with us, and referred to him as the 'man of the house', which embarrassed him no end.

She even started staying up late to watch films with us. Jordan and I had been watching a lot of porn in my room, learning to do new moves, and laughing, gagging and even getting totally grossed out at some of the weird stuff people try to do.

This meant that when we watched normal movies, the romantic scenes could be a bit passé. I did like a slow build up, sometimes, and Jordan would enhance it by moving his hand around to stroke my ass. A few times, I caught Mom watching that. She seemed to like it.

Other than that, Mom was fussing over us a lot. Or maybe it was just Jordan. She would make supper, and generally act like a housemaid wanting to make sure we had everything we needed. In everyday activities she even started genuinely treating him as the man of the house.

She deferred to him on what action we should take, or even checked in with him for what time he wanted dinner. It definitely made me horny, seeing her behave that way, and realizing that we were both being submissive to Jordan within the bounds of our relationship.

I ultimately understood that Mom needed Jordan there to kind of bolster her insecurity of being a single female all of a sudden, after so many years of Dad making all the decisions around the house.

At night, we watched porn together in my room, and got turned both on and off by the wide variety of content there was. Sometimes, we would set up videos and emulate the porn actors on my bed. He loved grabbing my hair like his thoroughbred and fucking me from behind. I wished I had a huge round ass like some of those actresses, but he seemed happy with mine, and loved to spank it.

The next day, he was at Uni, and I was home. I didn't know what to do at first, as it came to me that this was one of the first days that we hadn't been together. I held off for as long as I could, which was only about an hour, and then started texting him.

"Baby, are you having a good day? <3 <3 <3"

"Sure am. Missing you."

"<3 <3 <3 How do you want me when you get home?"

"How do you want to be?"

"I want to be on my knees for you."

"I want that too."

"Tell me what else you want."

"I want you with no shirt on."

"I'll be wearing my lace panties and nothing else."

"And I'll be shaking my boobs for you."

"I'm getting hard, Babe."

"Good boy...please come home soon and fuck me."

"Oh, yeah, Baby, I will."

"I want to see you jerking off your big cock while you look down at me."

"Oh Babe, I'm jerking it right now."

"°ö° no not yet! Save it for me! <3 <3"

"I will. I'm gonna jerk it off on your face."

"Oh, yeah Baby! I'm so ready to take it!"

"Blast it all over me!"

...and he did. I spent half an hour practicing making my tits wobble just the right way, and was crawling towards him on all fours like a panther when he arrived home. I had my tongue hanging out, ready to get his load, and my phone on a stand to film it. He took his cock straight out and started jerking it off in my direction.

This was the first time I had seen him pleasuring himself. It was so hot. Seeing what an effect on his whole body him stroking his cock with his own hand could have. Nothing happens to you when you grab your arm, or your leg. But as his fingers ran along the underside of his cock, his legs would shudder, his hips shake and his face a picture of concentration. I was so proud that just by looking at my body he could bring himself to ejaculate.

"Come on, Baby, give it to me!" I encouraged him.

His breath shortened, and his mouth opened wide. His feet were prancing on the spot like a racehorse. It made me open wide and smile, almost laugh at the loss of control he had as he neared his orgasm.

"Yeah, Baby! Paint my face..." I smiled up at him, as I felt the first spurts of warm fluid striking me.

He striped me from left to right, feeding some into my mouth, and I giggled as he was striking my tongue.

Once he had finished, I brought myself up to my phone to admire his handiwork. Then I returned to handle his cock as his erection subsided. He twitched as I made contact. I looked him straight in the eyes, and rotated my face so he could see his artwork from every angle.

"Thank you Baby," he said, breathlessly.

I just smiled.

I was about to clean up, when I decided to do something naughty. I was going to leave it on me. And let Mom see. She came home around an hour later, and made busy with her chores. I walked into the kitchen, heart thumping. She was in there. I turned around and headed back up the corridor. I couldn't do it. I went to my room.

No. I

was

going to do it. I was Jordan's property now, and I should be proud to be carrying the man of the house's seed on me. I marched out of my room, and back towards the kitchen and dining area, by which time my marching was close to pussyfooting. My heart was about to burst out of my chest with nerves. Mom turned to greet me as I opened the fridge to get a drink.

"Hi, Sweetie. Did you have a good day?"

Then she paused suddenly, as she saw me. "Are you OK? What's that on your face?"

I turned to her and smiled meekly. "What do you think it is, Mommy?"

"No, are you serious?!"

Seeing my mother process the entire range of emotions of happiness, curiosity, to shock, amazement, repulsion, disgust, resignation, and then stabilizing back to normalcy in the space of five to ten seconds was truly incredible.

This was surely She had clearly never heard of the concept of a cum facial before, and her mouth was trying to form the right words for the questions she wanted to ask. Her face was red, and she was breathing rapidly.

"I...um...did you want him to do that?" Was all she managed to spit out.

"Yeah, I did."

"Um...why?"

"So I can show that I'm obedient to him. To the man of the house."

I knew adding that last statement would give her nowhere to go. She smiled at me in a resigned way, and shook her head. She could not wrap her head around the concept.

"So you're going to leave it on there?"

"Yep. All day. Is that OK?" I giggled.

"It's fine with me, Sweetie," she was giggling too, now.

I helped her in the kitchen, tidying up and preparing the evening meal. She kept looking over at me, tracing the white stripes on my face with her eyes, the symbols of my subservience to Jordan. Then turning away just as I was about to catch her.

Just before we were done, she came and whispered in my ear, "I'm proud of you, Darling."

I beamed at her.

"Thank you, Mommy. I really wanted you to see this."

"You did?"

I nodded. "I want you to know that I'm being submissive to him."

"Thank you, Darling. It's so nice to see how sweet you are together. I really enjoy having you both here at home."

My face was still painted when I sat down to dinner. Jordan came out and saw me and stopped dead in his tracks. He had had no idea that I hadn't cleaned up. He sat down silently opposite me, and then glanced over nervously to Mom.

She gave him a low smile, which then turned into a giggle, which made me giggle, which made Jordan smile. We didn't say anything, ate our dinner quickly, and then I went and showered.

He grabbed me as I was coming out of the bathroom with my towel around me.

"Babe! What were you doing?"

I didn't have any answer. I just smiled. So, he continued.

"What did she say?"

"Don't worry," I answered, giving him a peck on the cheek.

The next evening was nice and warm. We had been lounging out on the alfresco as the sun set over the sloping block, and I could hear Mom bustling about the dining room. Now that I had completely shattered the norms of our home, I felt free to make another move. I knew she was a bit lonely, and wanted to feel part of our relationship, and I was going to let her in.

I started massaging Jordan's bulge through his shorts, and brought my mouth towards his for a passionate kiss. I kept a firm grip on his crotch as I began sucking on the length of his tongue, which he had stuck out of his mouth. I unzipped his fly, and pulled back his jocks, so his erection could raise itself into the air, then removed my face from his, and began tweezering his cock with my thumb and index finger, to bring it to its full potential.

I smiled at him knowingly, letting him know I was there for his pleasure. He suddenly grabbed me.

"Babe! What about your Mom!?"

"What about Mom?" I smiled back, and proceeded grip both his shoulders, placing myself firmly on top of him, starting to grind away on his cock. The thought of us being out in the open and visible to Mom was a huge turn-on. But I also didn't know if she would be able to see us, or had noticed. But, I was prepared. I had my camera with zoom lens and phone on wide-angle hiding in a nook at the corner of the house, so any movement in the living area, or near us would be captured.

I didn't have to wait long. I was cupping Jordan's face between both hands like they do in the movies, staring down at his beautiful features, ready to dive in with my lips parted and my tongue partially exposed. Then I saw a slight movement in the corner of my eye, and without turning my head I strained my eyeballs to look through the tinted glass doors into the dining area. She was partially concealed behind a pillar, but she was definitely there. Mom was watching. I returned to Jordan with a smile, and, twisting my head, plowed my tongue deep into his mouth.

I was rhythmically moving my head and my groin in circular motions, pressing into him, exaggerated slightly for the benefit of the audience. He was purring like a tiger, approving of his catch. The best part was that he had no idea about Mom. Still joined at the tongue, I moved off him and kneeled on the sofa, beginning to stroke his rock-hard erection firmly.

I broke off the kiss, and leaned my chest in so he could take hold of my soft bags with his upturned hand, as I clenched his testicles in one hand, and stroked his shaft with the other. Mom hadn't moved.

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Indeed, she hadn't. Janice was stuck inside behind the pillar, hoping that they hadn't seen her. It was wrong. She knew it. But wasn't her daughter walking around her house with a young man's semen on her face much worse? If they were going to turn the property into a whorehouse, then obviously she wouldn't be able to help seeing

something

. It was arousing to see her daughter give herself so enthusiastically for her man.

"No. Stop it!" She rebuked herself, once again. Her time of lovemaking seemed to be largely over, Janice thought as she sighed to herself. She shouldn't be getting gratification from watching her daughter. The last thing she would want was to chase them out of her house by making them uncomfortable, and be completely alone.

But she couldn't help herself. She had to see them, to show them she was there, let them know that she loved them and wanted to be one with them. She would bring them something. Some drinks. She slowly backed into the kitchen, and prepared some cool drinks, a sliced honeydew and some watermelon. Then, acting as innocent as she was in real life, she started the delivery service.

I had seen her whole routine, and I loved it. It was so cute. I hadn't told Jordan anything, but he must have wondered why I was almost laughing, while stroking his cock. He was loving it, stroking my cheek, fondling my boobs. And then he asked, "Where's your Mom?" and I reassured him I hadn't seen her.

His question ended up distracting me completely, because suddenly she was in front of us, serving tray in hand. The three of us froze in position. Jordan at the shock of being caught behaving promiscuously in my mother's home, me because of her sudden timing, and Mom? I guess she hadn't expected to necessarily see one of my hands fondling Jordan's balls, and the other struggling to get all the way around his manhood. Her eyes seemed glued to it.

She broke first. "Oh! I am

SO

sorry!"

That kind of released all of us from our stasis. My hands flew off Jordan's cock, and he quickly grabbed a cushion to cover himself, turning bright red in the process. Mom turned around immediately and was starting to walk back inside.

"Wait!...Mom!" I called out, "It's OK. Come back!"

She stopped. Then turned very slowly, and, seeing that the area was now safe to access, came and placed the tray on the coffee table.

"I'll just go and get the fruit platter," she said softly, and stepped back into the house, giving Jordan and I time to adjust our clothing.

She wasn't going to sit down, but was grateful when both Jordan and I made her stay with us. There wasn't too much to discuss after the initial exchange, so I asked whether she had spoken to Dad recently. "Did you still want to go visit?" She asked, by way of reply.

"Maybe," I said, "but I'll have to fit it in with Uni."

Mom was slightly relieved by my slight reluctance. I could tell. She and Dad were definitely on the downhill slope, now. I felt sorry for her.

At about 9 o'clock, Mom stood and thanked us for the company, and headed inside to tidy up.

"Don't worry about it, Mom—we'll do it!" I called after her.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely! You go to bed if you're tired."

"Thank you, Sweetie," she replied, and, instead of heading to the kitchen, turned towards her wing of the house, which extended along the side of the swimming pool beyond the alfresco.

We sat with baited breath as Mom went along the deck and through the corridor towards her Master bedroom. As soon as we heard the door click, we both looked at each other and immediately burst out laughing. But Jordan was also upset at how disrespectful we were being.

"Well, she definitely saw us. I hope she's not upset."

"I'm sure she isn't." I responded, knowingly. "She knew we were here."

"Yeah, but not what we were doing"

"Trust me. She did."

"So she knew we were doing the wrong thing, and she felt she needed to break it up. She was just very polite about it."

"I don't think so," I replied, "it's something else. And tonight we're gonna find out."

"What?" Jordan was getting confused. I placed my finger on the lips of the man of the house and gave him a confident smile. Then I pulled Jordan up from the lounge and we started to walk along the deck.

Mom's bedroom had a wide and full-length glass door that opened out to the swimming pool, with both sheer and block-out curtains. They were closed. I could see a border of light framing the window as she readied herself for bed, and then the light was switched off.

"What are you doing?!" Jordan whispered, both smiling and remonstrating with me at the same time.

"Wait. Let's just wait here a minute, I want to see if she's going to bed."

"OK." He assumed we would be free to carry on our activities once all was quiet.