Note: Given how the relationship between Sam and Lena is developing, I've decided to change the category for this series from "Mature" to "Incest/Taboo". I hope that you'll stick with me. The focus will still remain on a veritable parade of MILFs - but, obviously, Emily's mom has a more unique relationship with our boy.
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Week 12
(Bucket-List Progress: 19/104 = 18.3%)
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The next morning, Emily and I started on the last portion of the landscaping project for Mrs. Ramirez - Lena's attorney and former schoolmate.
Midway through the morning, I helped the lawyer move her bed again. She bent over the right side of it, pressed her face onto the mattress, and I fucked her doggie-style. She came twice before ordering me to fill her with my seed. I did. After that, I rolled her onto her back and kissed her as I stroked in and out of her slowly. Once she came again, I got dressed and went to help Emily finish the yardwork.
On the way to lunch in the truck, Emily fished my cock out of my pants and sucked Maria's half-dried goo from my penis. I tried to get her to let me at least finger her, but she said she was waiting until the evening's session to get off.
As we pulled into the diner, she informed me that it had been more than a week since I had fingered Maggie in her son's bedroom - and that she was sure that my lover needed some quality time with me.
We ate lunch and went back to Maria's to finish up our work. Since we were done a little early, we loaded our tools and supplies into the truck and hurried back to the office. We checked the cameras - to be sure nobody was out front - opened the door, and slipped out to the front-office to talk to Maggie.
When Emily told her what she'd told me, Maggie got misty-eyed and stood to give her a hug. Emily shoved the two of us down the hall and said she'd babysit the phones. Maggie objected that I had an evening session and Emily told her that she could still ride my face to get herself a tide-me-over until we could schedule some real quality time.
Maggie finally agreed and we moved into the apartment and closed the door. I told my lover that I needed a quick shower and she said we could kill two birds with one stone. We undressed and she helped me scrub myself clean. She didn't touch my cock.
I dropped to my knees, reached between her thighs to cup her ass in my palms, and greedily sucked, licked, and nibbled her goodies. She leaned against the wall of the shower and dug her fingers into my scalp as I worked to take her breath away.
I gave her two orgasms before I let her go. She lifted me to my feet and kissed & hugged me. My stiff prick bumped against her navel. She cautioned me to go easy because I was going to have a busy night but I told her that she already had me aching with need. She giggled and pushed me away. We got dried off and dressed. We went back out front to relieve Emily so she could go shower.
Maggie and I chatted for a bit and then it was time for her to head to her house - to the "Den of Iniquity" - to get things ready for my next "appointment".
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When I slipped inside of the back door, Maggie was holding the ski-mask - as well as the Donatello mask. She handed me the TMNT (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) mask first. Once I had it on, she gave me the ski-mask.
"Another roleplay?"
"Kind of," she said, grinning.
"What do you mean, kind of?" I asked.
"You'll see ..." she said, grinning even more broadly.
I slipped the mask on and opened the door. No one was visible so I stepped into the room. The door was quickly pushed shut and I turned to my left to find two police officers standing one step away.
"That's him," the redhead said. "Just like she described him."
"Assume the position," the brunette ordered.
She grabbed my elbow and physically moved me three steps forward - to stand next to the bed. She put her right leg in front of my left, reached back to grab my shoulder blade, and bent me over. I threw my hands out, onto the mattress, to keep myself from tumbling onto my face. My heart was racing!
~~~ Week 12 - Liam Bailey (#20) ~~~
~~~ Mom: Carly (redhead), Dad: Jonathan ~~~
~~~ Week 12 - Daniel King (#21) ~~~
~~~ Mom: Elizabeth (brunette), Dad: Stephen ~~~
My mind was imploding. This HAD to be a session. Out in the hall, Maggie had just grinned at me.
The radio on one of the officer's shoulders squawked and I heard the dispatcher's voice call out. The police officer reached up and turned down the volume. This was NOT roleplay; these were real police officers. The ease with which the brunette had bodily moved me to the bed and bent me over it told me that she did this all the time. She was operating on muscle memory.
The two of them were standing on either side of me. The brunette remained on my left; the redhead had moved to my right. Each of them had a hand on my lower ribs. I couldn't have hoped to move even if I had thought I could escape. I was pinned between them. Their hips were close enough to mine that I swore I could feel their body heat through my jeans.
I could see a pair of handcuffs hanging from the leather loop on the brunette's pants - next to her handgun. Their shoes were standard-issue - glossy, black. Everything about them was 100% legit.
"Do you have any weapons on you?" the redhead asked.
I shook my head, no.
"Check him," the brunette ordered.
The redhead stepped behind me, bumped her crotch up against my ass, and started searching me. Her hands began at my collar. She used both hands, simultaneously, and checked my shoulders, my sleeves, my armpits, my ribs, my back, my chest ... When her hands moved down, sliding across my abdomen, my brain told my body that her hands would soon be touching me lower - someplace private. Despite the fact that I couldn't focus on any one clear thought, my body began to react to the images of where her practiced hands would be touching, searching, squeezing, tugging ... She stopped when she got to my belt.
She dropped to a crouch on the floor. I looked down to see her face between my calves. Her muscled hands moved up from my left ankle, searching, until she got to my knee. She switched legs. Again, her powerful fingers worked my body, from my ankle to my knee. She went back to the left, wrapping her hands around my leg, where she had previously stopped.
As her questing fingers moved up my thigh, I stifled a moan. I coughed as her hands brushed over my body where my leg joined my ass. She moved back to my right knee and searched upward. Closer and closer her fingers got to my growing manhood. I gasped when she touched it. She reached her left hand between my legs, grasped my rod, and ran her palm and fingers up and down it, measuring its length.
"Got something!" the officer announced to the other.
She stood to her feet, her arm still between my thighs, brushing against my ball-sack. She started stroking my cock through the cloth of my pants as her right hand searched my ass and my groin.
"Got a fucking club down his pant leg," she growled to her partner.
"Strip him," the brunette ordered.
She stepped sideways, to face me, giving her partner more room to work. I was still completely under their control.
The redhead reached around my waist to grasp my fly. She growled, "Don't move."
"Scoot your feet closer together," the brunette ordered.
My pants went to my ankles. The redhead crouched down, ran her hand up the leg of my boxer-briefs, gripped my penis, and began slowly milking me.
"The boy's fucking packing, Liz!" she told her partner.
