For a few days after my very strange adventure with Jane, I didn't contact her much. To be honest I avoided her as much as I could. I left about work early, but returned rather late, or sometimes early enough to sneak about my room while the owner of the house was absent.
After those few days, something happened that I didn't suspect: the company I was working for had a serious setback. The manager said I would have to wait a few weeks.
"Go home. We'll call you. Maybe in three days, three weeks, or three months. You have to wait."
The recession has hit many companies. I, for a while, thought there was no problem, these three days would pass and I would be back at work in a while. However, after a few days, there was no phone call, but a letter came to me with some papers from the company about tax settlements. I already knew I was out of work. I started frantically looking for new employment, but to no avail....
Money was slowly running out, but I didn't want to lose my flat. So one day when Jane came home, I told her what the situation was, but I didn't want to lose my place to live and asked if I could pay when I found work again.
The homeowner made herself some coffee, walked from the kitchen to the living room, sat down in an armchair and after a while said:
"You will not have to pay for this time. However, there is one condition. Go to your room and come back immediately, but without your clothes."
I was surprised, but I went upstairs, took off my clothes and returned to the living room in just my panties.
While I was away, Jane covered the windows in both the living room and the kitchen.
I stood on the threshold of the living room. Jane was sitting in an armchair with a drink in her hand. She looked at me and with a slight smile said:
"Underwear is also clothing."
"Jane" I stammered, "After all, we shouldn't...."
"Take off your panties" she interrupted with a cold voice, "Today you are watching a film with me. The neighbours won't see you, although they have seen you more than once."
"What have they seen? Where?"
"Yes, right here in this living area in the middle of the room. Patricia was kneeling and you were holding her head and you were in her mouth. Clair told me this. She nearly called the police because she can't see very well and she thought you were raping me in the mouth."
There was an awkward silence And I felt terribly confused because I didn't think any of the neighbours could have seen the way I was playing with Patricia. Jane snapped her finger pointing at my panties and once again said:
"Take off your underwear and let yourself loose a bit. Today we can relax and watch a movie."
"This is very awkward" I said taking off my panties.
I sat down in the other armchair a few metres from Jane. She took a little drink from her glass and said:
"You worry totally unnecessarily. I watched you put your penis in your ex-girlfriend's mouth, pussy and bum. I watched you masturbate and ride a large dildo until you ejaculated. You watched me as I masturbated. It would have been awkward for me to have you watching me when I was in bed with a man...."
"I would rather not enter your bedroom" I protested.
"...and you would be masturbating to the scene" Jane finished her sentence.
Jane was in her fifties and I would rather not watch a sex scene involving a woman my mother's age, or even probably a little older. And to masturbate to such a scene? That would have been strange on my part, to say the least. Jane kept giving me the impression that she treated my ex-girlfriend almost like a daughter, and one who was younger than me.
"Would you like to watch a film with me?" The landlady asked me all of a sudden very cheerfully. "I haven't had anyone with me for a long time, and it's very nice to watch with someone, you can exchange comments during the film."
"Sure, we can start" I replied.
"Do you want a drink?"