For several weeks there has been an undercurrent, a demand if you will, for me to meet Whitney’s mom, Tonja. Much of this depended on Whitney putting something together on her end. A few days ago Whitney told me this weekend would work and I set aside the time. On Sunday, Whitney called around 12:30 and said where they were going and for me to arrive at a particular mall in about an hour. Also she told me to follow her lead about how we know each other but she wasn’t specific how she intended to present our connection. That left me uncomfortable but I said okay.
I dressed in a denim mini, shell top and a zipped hoodie, medium wedge heels bra and thong and left around 1:00. I got 2 other calls from her telling me what stores they were in. When I entered the mall I called Whitney's cell to let her know I was there. She called back in a few minutes to tell me they were headed to a restaurant at the east entrance to get a snack. I changed directions, headed toward the east entrance and saw them. Whitney waved; I waved back, walked over and said hi. Whitney introduced me to Tonja. We chit chatted a moment until Whitney said they were going to get an ice cream sundae and would I want to join them? Timidly and not too seem overly intrusive, I said something like that’d be nice but I didn’t want to horn in on their shopping.
Tonja asked how I know her daughters. Before I could open my mouth, Whitney interjected that she’d originally met me by chance at the coffee shop, and found out I ran a cleaning service and I was the one she’d invited to their house a couple of afternoons to get an estimate on cleaning their place, plus she’d even taken me out to her grandmothers house (the one where Jas, Whitney, Karen and the others kept me in the dingy basement that weekend back in the fall) to see how much it’d take to clean that place. My mouth fell open at this crock.
I don’t think Tonja bought all this crap but didn’t want to appear dismissive. She asked me if I had a business card; I said not with me. We walked to the east entrance and entered the restaurant. Even though a couple of tables were open, Whitney told the hostess to find us a booth. We waited about 5 minutes until they cleared one. In that time, I tried to do chit chat with Tonja, understood she was an accountant, etc. Overall she was polite but not overly gushy and probably still trying to make sense of me knowing her daughters. I don’t think there was suspicion of intimacy, which was good. I could tell that Whitney was sort of in charge of this setting and Tonja was going along with it but probably wanted for this to be over.
When we were shown to a booth, Whitney and Karen arranged it so I was sitting against the wall, my right side against the wall. Karen slid in next to me. Whitney sat across from me, and her mom sat next to her. Almost immediately I feel Whitney’s toes pressing between my thighs. I looked at Whitney with a “what-in-the-hell-do-you-think-you’re-doing” look. I saw her cut a glance at Karen who smirked and I felt her right hand drifts to my left thigh and pull up the mini.
The first thing that went through my mind was I’m trapped in the booth and the second thing I think is these two little devils had meticulously planned this. I brushed Karen’s hand away. As for Whitney's foot resting between my thighs, I mouthed the words in silence “please stop” while her mom browsed the menu. She didn’t stop so I pushed her foot away with my right hand under the table. She shot me a nasty look and again rested her foot on the edge of my seat between my thighs.
Before I could attempt to move her foot again the waitress came by and took our order. As soon as she left, Tonja went to ladies room. When Tonja was out of hearing range I shot Whitney a look and said what’s this crap about me having a cleaning business and knock off the foot stuff, please.
She got really serious and told me that I’m the one who’ll knock it off and as for the cleaning business what did I want her to tell her mom? That I was slut who loved to be used by her daughters? Besides she knew from Jas I cleaned for Susan and some others. Then she said when her mom comes back to the table, I am ask her (Whitney) for permission to use the restroom where I’ll remove my panties, put them in the left pocket of my hoodie, come back and sit down. She wanted her foot against my bare cunt. If I disobeyed her, she’d create a scene in a heartbeat. Then she told me I’d been sloughing off and she expected to see my cunt a hell of a lot more than she had and I better flirt with her mom. I’ve never seen her so serious since the first time I met her in October. .
By that time the waitress brought our order and then her mom returned. I timidly asked Whitney if I could be excused; I needed to use the restroom. Karen let me out of the booth. Feeling strangely humiliated, I went into the restroom, found a stall and did what she wanted. When I came back and Karen had let me into the booth, I felt Karen’s hand slip into my left pocket and take my panties. I tried to make small talk with Tonja but I was distracted as Whitney's foot immediately returned to my bare cunt and Karen’s right hand pulled my skirt up above my hip and felt me.
What went on underneath the table was impossible to ignore. They intermittently took turns freely taking control of my cunt and manipulating me to the point I could barely carry on a train of thought.
But above the table they practiced a milder form of torment and teasing. Whitney, and to a lesser degree Karen when I looked in her direction, would give me haughty looks, or if Tonja was looking away, they’d make faces at me, or lick their lips, flick their tongue and smile wickedly. At times they’d do things with their sundae’s, licking the whipped cream off the back of their spoons or letting melted ice cream drizzle back into the dish or sucking on the cherry and dipping it back into the melted mess and sucking it again; symbolic gestures which weren’t lost on me.
I kept trying to make Tonja talk about anything. She talked about her mom’s old farmhouse and how she, her sister and brother were debating what to do with the place since her mom was too infirmed to ever live there again. She asked inquisitively to be sure I’d been there (this suddenly trumped up visit to give an estimate on what I’d charge to clean the place from top to bottom.) I acknowledged I’d been there. What I didn’t acknowledge was the flashbacks of the two days I’d spend there being fucked by Jasmine, Whitney and the others. At the mention of me being there, Karen gave my cunt a sharp pinch and Whitney said … yeah, she’s been there alright. Tonja gave Whitney a funny look but went on to say they’d considered selling the place (which they didn’t want to do) or maybe fixing it up and her moving there. She related it’d take a lot of fixing plus she didn’t know what she’d do with that storm cellar. At that remark, Whitney jammed her toes into my cunt and said, “yeah, Eve, what would you do with the storm cellar” and licked ice cream off her spoon in a totally suggestive way.
When the waitress brought the bill, Tonja took it before I could and told the girls she wanted to go home and rest. She told me it was nice to meet me but I knew it was more polite than sincere. As she turned to get out of the booth, Whitney mouthed that you just never know where Eve will turn up. While Tonja stood in line to pay, Whitney snickered at me about how I felt running around without panties.
About an hour after I got home Whitney called and asked my opinion on how it went. I told her she put me in a terribly awkward position and the cunt teasing drove me nuts. She remarked that in a way when we’re together she and Karen really do own my cunt and they could have made it a lot more awkward by letting their mom know some things and sometime they might.
I asked what her mom thought. She thinks her mom likes me because otherwise she wouldn’t have talked that much. However she questioned Whitney more on how we met, why she’s just now hearing about some white woman stopping by weeks ago and is really curious why she (Whitney) took me to the farmhouse without her knowledge. Whitney is 100% sure Tonja doesn’t have a clue about the sex. Personally, I’m not 100% sure Whitney’s right.
Nonetheless, Whitney says I owe her a visit very soon to thank her in a special way. I agreed.
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