Chapter 3: Step Mom Discovers My Fetish
The morning after the "theatre episode" I did as Faye had instructed. I got up about 7:30, took off my pajamas and donned my robe. I took her black half-slip, now stiff from our "playtime" the night before and put it inside my robe. I headed down stairs and into the kitchen. Both Nikkie (Veronica's nickname) and Faye were there, both dressed and ready for the day. Both greeted me with smiles and "Good Morning". Nikkie was busy compiling a shopping list.
Faye had that special smile on her face she gets when she knows she has someone over a barrel or in a potentially embarrassing position. She finished loading the dishwasher and said, "Oh, you need that shirt today you asked for. Its in the laundry room. I was ironing it. Come on and I will finish it for you."
The laundry room was almost a safe distance from the kitchen and we entered it. She half-way closed the door but left it uncomfortably open for me. She was between the door, and me so I was stuck. When (not if) she started something, we could be caught very easily. I had no doubt she'd come off innocent and I'd be the one explaining.
"Well?" she asked softly, then reached for the tie on my robe.
I pulled out the slip before she could untie me in an effort to maintain some modesty and control.
She took the slip, smiling and clucking as she first appraised it then dropped it into the washer, already loaded with dark nylon lingerie, but not started.
"Want to see mom's new slip she was so proud of yesterday?" With that, her hand came out of the washer with the slip by the straps. It was stunning. The nylon shimmered in the light, begging to be touched. I could tell it would hit Nikkie just above the knee, starting with three inches of beautiful ornate lace. There was a lace trimmed 6 inch split on the side. The skirt was slightly flared. The bodice was mostly nylon with lace trim. There was lace around both the breast cups, but not over them. It accented them nicely. I fantasized about how Nikkie would look in it.
Faye, seeing my eyes widen, reached over with her free hand and pulled the tie on my robe. As the tie fell back and the robe opened, her gaze dropped to my already stirring cock. She then lowered the slip so the straps were about waist high in front of me and reached over so it was against me, then pulled it up slowly. As if commanded, my cock rose with the travel of the nylon against it. As her hand got even with my face, she gathered the slip and caressed my face with it, then pulling it around my neck. As she pulled it around she backed up a step. It felt so good. She held it up in front of her, modeling it.
"What do you think? Do you like it? Do you want it? You know you can't."
As pretty as Faye was, that slip was her mom, not her. I told her. She pouted not totally in mock anger and said "Eat your heart out. You'll never know that pleasure."
As she dropped the slip back in the washer, I started to close my robe, figuring the tease was over for the morning. It wasn't. She picked up a pink waltz gown out of the basket on the floor, pulled open my robe and pressed the silky nylon against me.
"I was really mean to you last night wasn't I? Let me make it up to you." With that, both hands began rubbing that pink nylon against me. Her left hand rubbing my nipples with the nylon while the right paid rapt attention to my crotch. She worked quickly, the nylon encasing my sacks with her expert touch, kneading them just so till that feeling of electricity started coursing through me. Then both hands worked the nylon in my lap. Her right hand shifted, wrapping the nylon around my cock and stroking it, while her left worked my sacks and thighs. Precum oozed out in short order. She felt it wet the gown and unwrapped my cock so she could see it, then milked me into the gown.
"You have no idea how much I enjoy doing this to you."
I wanted to reply but all I could do was moan. She shushed me then a light kiss.
"Quiet" she said, almost laughing.
I was close to cumming and she knew it. Again I saw that sparkle in her eyes and the demonic look on her face.
"FAYE, Would you look in the freezer and see if we have a roast for tomorrow?" Her mother called from the kitchen. It scared me but only mildly startled Faye.
"Just a minute, Mom." And with that walked out of the laundry room and across the hall to the upright freezer.
There was nothing to do but finish myself. It didn't take long.
"Yes Mom there is a roast there. Do you want me to get it out?"
"Yes dear, put it in the sink so it can defrost."
Faye grabbed the roast and turned around. She stood there looking at me with an expectant look. I came just as we made eye contact, the nylon caressing my thighs as my hand stroked my nylon-covered shaft. My knees almost buckled. She smiled and made a motion for me to stay as I was. I was still cumming. What did she expect?
She quickly put the roast in the sink and said a few words to her mom, then returned to the laundry room just in time to reach down and milk the last of my cum into the gown. Then she cleaned me up, making sure the last clean up stroke was with dry nylon on my shaft, and dropped it into the basket.
"Ok" she said loudly enough for her mom to hear but not so loud as to be obvious, "here is your shirt." She then retied my robe for me, smiled and copped a feel as I turned to leave with the shirt.
I had given no thought to the gown that had just had me even though I hadn't seen her wearing it before. I should have. The next time I saw it were the worst moments of my life.
I went upstairs and got dressed, came down and got a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Nikkie asked what were my plans for the day. I told her I was going over to my friend's house and help him with his car, a mint condition 65 GTO. I was really looking forward to it.
I got back late that afternoon and was really in need of a shower. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen as I went upstairs.
Nikkie asked from the Kitchen "Ken, is that you?"
