Train of Thought Ch. 03

"You better answer it," she panted, still in the throes of ecstasy.

Sweaty, tired, but elated, I hit the green button. "Hi honey," I said, trying to mask my own panting.

"Hey babe. I was getting worried. I haven't heard from you. You okay?"

"Oh...fine...fine...we're almost done here..." And then Erin squeezed her pussy muscles and gripped my cock painfully. "Oh God..." I groaned uncontrollably. "No—it's fine, Janet. Williams just showed me something stupid. I think we're about to hit the last page and I should be home in an hour. Oh yeah!"

Erin covered her mouth and stifled a giggle and a groan, as I pumped into her hard.

"Okay, babe...see you soon...oh yeah..." I hung up the phone and attacked Erin's perfect tits. "You little minx! I almost gave us away!"

She laughed and hugged me tightly, as I finally let loose into the rubber. When we started to dress, Erin playfully said, "Make sure you give me my thongs today. Last time, you kept them and now I'm out a good pair."

I chuckled at her. "Hey, if I recall, you told me to rip them off."

"I don't remember that. I would never say that."

"Oh really? How quickly we forget things."

We drove slowly, basking in the afterglow of our all-day love session. We held hands as she cuddled up to me.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk, dad."

"Just a short walk, babe. Give me about twenty or thirty minutes before you come home."

Erin nodded and kissed my cheek. I dropped her off near Allison's house and drove the rest alone. It felt empty and quiet and when I entered the house, it too felt empty and quiet. The dusk was upon us and there was a single light in the kitchen on.

"Hon? You there?" I found my way to the kitchen and saw Janet sitting quietly. She stared at me, with red eyes and tears. I took another tentative step in. "You all right?"

Then I glanced down at the kitchen table where she sat. There was a clear plastic bag on the table and a pair of very familiar panties inside. I swallowed and looked at Janet. My mouth opened, yet no words could come out.

"I ran some more errands today," she said quietly. "I got your dry cleaning."

I could hear the clock ticking annoyingly on the wall and I could hear the slow thunder building up in my ears. My face must have been turning red, redder than when I had been in the throes of passion, fucking our daughter.

"Isn't it interesting that they collect things when people leave stuff in their pockets." It was a rhetorical question, of course. I wasn't meant to answer that one.

"So who's are they? They're not mine. They're kind of ripped, so I doubt they're a present for me. You can scratch that excuse from the list."

Again, my mouth opened but no words came out.

"I called your office. Of course there was no answer. Just the security guard who could neither confirm nor deny your presence."

I licked my lips and blinked.

"You mentioned that you would have a bite downtown, so I looked at your credit cards. None of them registered any purchases or cash withdrawals in the city. Nothing. So you probably weren't in the city."

I could finally utter a single word. "I..."

"Who is she? Do I know her? Are you fucking someone else?"

My mouth dropped. How could she put so much together, so fast? Janet was no fool. She never had been.

"I...I really don't..."

"You really don't what? You don't want to talk about it? You don't want to admit it? You don't know what to say? Think of something. You have to think of something pretty fast or things are going to get very bad." Janet started to cry.

"Hon—I—"

It was either bad timing or perfect intuition, but Erin walked in the door just then. She too was red-faced and looked as if she had been crying. Janet looked to her, then back at me.

I could see that Erin saw her torn thongs on the table and she sighed. She stood beside me and looked up at me. "Did you tell her, dad?"

"Tell me what?" Janet's voice was raised now. She stood up.

Erin started to cry, tears rolling freely down her face. "I've been at Allison's mom. She's been talking to me...about boys...well, one in particular. See...there's a guy I've been seeing, from my old school. Well..." She pointed at her panties on the table. "He did that. Dad found them on the floor of his car. I borrowed the car last week, remember? I said I was at the mall...but I was with...Brad."

Janet furrowed her brows, concern written all over them. She looked at me questioningly.

I shrugged. "I...I didn't really want you to be upset over it. This Brad...he got a little rough with Erin and...well...I had a word with him."

"Oh honey—" Janet stepped from behind the table and hugged Erin tightly. "What happened? Did he...rape you?"

Erin shook her head, crying into Janet's shoulder. "No mom. Almost. But I fought him off."

Janet looked back, searching our daughter's eyes, then glancing at me. "Why didn't you tell me? Either of you? I'm supposed to know these things."

"I know, hon," I said quietly. "Bad call. I thought I could handle it on my own. I mean, I did. I took care of the guy that ripped her clothes. Erin needed to talk it out...with me...and with her friend."

Janet hugged Erin again and my daughter and I exchanged a look of relief. We had dodged a serious bullet. My heart was pounding at all the lies, the deceit.

But my cock twitched at the knowledge that this would not end. Not yet. Not for as long as we could work our stories together.