Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 12

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Reminder: This series switched from Mature (the main theme of the story) to Incest/Taboo when Emily's mom became a regular fixture in Sam/Augie's bed. If/when he goes back to just fucking Emily and Maggie (along with the rest of the MILFs on the bucket list), I'll switch it back to Mature.

Note: I'm changing, slightly, the way I report the info on the mom + kid at go-time.

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 14 - 32/104 = 30.8%)

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~~~ Week 15 - Sunday ~~~

"You need to get up and get dressed," Emily whispered.

Her oh-so-soft lips pressed against mine for a moment and then her weight disappeared from the bed.

"It's Sunday," I grumbled.

I cracked open an eye to see if it was even daylight. It was. Dammit.

"Your mom's off today and asked us to go to services with her," she replied.

"Am I to assume ...?" I asked, sounding as if it took all of my strength, ".. that you did not say 'no'?"

"Yes," she replied.

Even through my closed eyelids, I could hear the fucking smirk on her face.

"And you didn't ask me?" I snarled.

"You would have said 'no'," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Yes, I would have," I said. "It's my one day off."

"Your mother never asks you to do shit meathead," she snarled. "I took the liberty of responding as if you were a loving child who wouldn't think of causing your mother heartache."

"Ugh ...," I moaned.

"You know you love me," she said. "You'll love me even more when your mother crows about what a good son you are."

"If we weren't going to church, I'd say some really bad things about you," I growled.

"Go ahead," she said, snickering.

"I'll tell the priest that you need to go to confession," she replied.

"We don't have priests - just a minister. He's dumb."

"I'm sure he thinks you're dumb too. Get up and get showered and I'll pick you something decent to wear."

"Will you at least wash my back?" I asked.

"I'm already dressed," she reported. "You need to hurry. I let you sleep as long as I could."

I opened my eyes and realized she was wearing a sundress.

"A dress?!" I gasped.

"Hey! Asshole," she snarled.

"It's very cute," I said, trying to sound placating.

"Shower. Now."

I gave her a hateful look when she cracked me on the ass as I headed across the hall.

An hour later, we were sitting in a church pew with my mother. My sister was on the other side of mom. When Emily and I arrived, my sister gave me a look like she was worried that Armageddon was starting. I gave my girlfriend the side-eye but she simply shoved me forward. Mom was glowing like an Easter sunrise.

"Wait a minute ...," I thought. "No. It's fall. It can't be Easter."

Mom gave me a hug and pulled me closer. She gave my traitorous girlfriend a wink. I'll need to think of an appropriately hateful response. We had climbed past Lena to squeeze into our places and she managed to rub her palm against my ass as she "helped" me across.

I turned to look at her after I greeted mom and she gave me a lusty wink. Hopefully, the minister wasn't looking or we're all in for a "hellfire and brimstone" lecture on the way out of this place.

I was pinned in. Mom had one hand; Emily had the other - and my sister and my future mother-in-law were running interference.

I tried to ignore the minister. I was hoping for a sermon on giving - but no - it was on being faithful to your marriage partner. Yay! I'm not married yet, I'm fucking my girlfriend (and her mom) (and every mother of every classmate) (and a few others).

Emily squeezed my hand and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. I was sure the knucklehead was looking right at me.

An hour - or whatever - later, it was finally time to go. On the way out, Emily thanked the man for his words.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked her, quietly, as we waited for mom and sis.

"Mom needed to hear that," she replied.

I looked over at Lena. She looked up at me and pursed her lips. I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.

We'd goofed around together enough that I guess I'd decided that she was over feeling guilty about what Emily's dad had done to her - and not just physically.

I prayed we were going back to mom's house for sandwiches but my sister insisted on taking mom out - which meant we were going out too.

As my older sibling slid into the seat next to me at the giant-ass buffet (my least favorite type of eating establishment), she scowled at me.

"What's your problem?" Elise asked.

"Not enough sex," I said, matter-of-factly.

Her eyes widened and she glanced at Emily - who snort-laughed.

"Don't look at me," my girlfriend replied, "I'm holding up my end of the deal."

My sister fixed me with a glare as mom and Lena grabbed their plates and headed off to track down the meatloaf.

"He's just bitter that I didn't warn him that his mom asked us to attend services," she told her.

My sister glanced at Emily, nodded, and then set her glare back on me again.

"You'd better take care of this little lady," she told me.

"Can we at least not eat at Old People Buffet next time?" I groused as I grabbed my plate and headed up to figure out what I was going to put in my stomach.

"Nice ass, ass," Emily called out to me as I cut between tables loaded with families who don't know a thing about corralling their children.

I had smears of gravy, whipped topping, AND Jell-O on my pant legs by the time I returned.

"Some people should not be allowed to breed," I snarled.

I looked over the food on my plate and tried to decide what order I was eating this shit in. I prefer to save something decent for last - to cover up the aftertaste of the item that I decide to risk - that inevitably tastes like it was cooked in a pan made of semi tire retreads. Ack! At least the fried okra wasn't horrible. I don't know why I'm addicted to that shit. I won't eat it cooked any other way, but I can't NOT get a scoop of the stuff whenever I'm here.

"Eating your veggies?" my sister giggled, as she sat down.

"Yup," I replied, "gotta grow up big and strong."

"Thanks for coming today," she said, between bites, "I didn't realize you hated it quite that much."

I waited until mom headed back for seconds to answer.

"Emily was right not to tell me ahead of time - and right that it makes mom happy. I should suck it up and play nice but ..."

"It's alright," she said. "I love you."

I glanced over at her. She was giving me a stupid grin.

"I love you, too, jackass," I said.

"How do you put up with him?" she asked Emily.

"He's good at eating pussy," she replied, with a completely straight face.

My sister sputtered for a moment and then looked me square in the eyes.

"Keeper," she said.

I nodded.

Emily showed her the ring.

"Does mom know?" she asked me.

I shrugged and said, "We haven't talked about it."

She looked at Emily and said, "Make sure I get invited."

My girlfriend smiled and nodded.

My sister glanced at me, scooped a bite of food onto her fork, and said, "Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought you were."

Emily snickered. My sister grinned at her and took another bite of her food.

After lunch, we went to the park and just hung out for a bit - people-watching and visiting.

Overall, the day wasn't a complete waste. All of the females were happy and I managed to keep from sticking my foot back into my mouth before we said our goodbyes.

Emily and I did chores around the house until dinner. We called in an order for some Strombolis and Bosco sticks. I drove to the pizza place and Emily ran in and grabbed them.

We sat on the end of the bed and watched some Tom and Jerry reruns while we ate. Afterwards, we went for a walk around the neighborhood and then came home, got undressed, and slid into bed. We talked about watching a video but ended up just falling asleep.

~~~ Week 15 - Monday ~~~

"Stop by when you have a minute," the text from Maggie said.

Emily and I got ready for work, ran to the nursery to grab our supplies, and then swung back by the house/office.

"I didn't tell you sooner because I didn't think it was going to work out," Maggie told us.

"Okay," I replied.

She glanced at Emily and then looked back at me.

"Your next mom is a - well - a hooker. She won't give us a freebie but I've negotiated us a big discount," she said. "You'll have to wear a condom, of course."

"Alright ..."

"Here's where it gets weird."

"Go ahead."

"Call me a worry-wort, but I called your two police officer friends and asked about the woman."

I glanced at Emily and looked back at Maggie.

"Carly and Liz want you to wear a mic and some special glasses," Maggie said.

"The woman ..."

Maggie shook her head and said, "She just has a simple warrant - nothing serious - but when the girls found out where you're meeting her, they said it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You'll basically be a police informant for the night. Liz and Carly will process your friend - but she's small change so she'll walk without any trouble. However, they're hoping that - while you're there - you can get them some goodies on a bigger fish that they've been looking for."

"What kind of trouble am I heading into?" I asked.

Maggie said, "I asked them that - cuz I was worried too - but they said it's just racketeering and money-laundering shit - nothing violent."

"Maybe I should just skip this one?" I suggested.

"I mean ... you can ... I wouldn't blame you. The girls are pretty psyched though - and already got a warrant or whatever - so that you can wear the wire and the video-glasses. They'd be disappointed."

"They have been helpful with David," I said, glancing at Emily.

"Yeah," Maggie said, "they have."

"Fine," I sighed. "Where do I meet them? How do I dress? No mask? ID?"

"They'll be across the street from the motel. They'll get you geared up and send you in. You'll go as Augie but carry your regular ID. Only the girls should need it - and then only if they make a bust - which they do not expect to do. They just plan on this being a fly-over."

"Which means I have to go back later?" I asked.

"They didn't really talk about that," Maggie replied.

"What do you say, 007?" Emily said, smirking.

Maggie laughed.

"Yeah, sure," I grumbled. "You guys aren't meeting with Q to go off on some secret mission."

"Carly and Liz will be right outside," Maggie assured me.

"Are we finding somewhere to sit and watch?" Emily asked her.

"I thought about it," Maggie said. "I'll ask the girls if that would compromise anything."

"We can drop him off down the street and just hang around," Emily suggested.

"Yeah, I'll ask," Maggie replied. "Well .. you two better git."

We gave Maggie a quick hug and then headed for Mrs. Edwards' place.

As Emily and I worked to get all of the bushes into place - and watered in - we talked about the revelation that Corsen Alexander's mom was a prostitute. Corsen might be the one classmate who would never come after me for fucking his mom - since it seemed that anybody with money could get her to bend over and grab her ankles.

"Did we see her at graduation?" Emily asked.

I shrugged and said, "I wasn't really looking for all of the moms that were still on my to-do list that day. I DID worry about some of the eight moms that I'd already fucked - but I think all of those are in the coffee-club and have already been sworn to secrecy."

Emily laughed and said, "I guess I hadn't realized that. We didn't get together until a week later."

"What you mean to say is that you hadn't yet threatened me with blackmail ..."

"... and you hadn't discovered that I could take your cock all of the way down my throat."

"Yeah," I said, "that still blows my mind."

Emily wrapped her arms around my neck, leaned close, and whispered, "I'll do more than blow your mind, hot stuff."

At that point, I may or may not have thrown her to the ground, pushed my way between her thighs, and dry-fucked her through at least one orgasm before she shoved me off and breathlessly ordered me to get back to work.

At lunch time, Mrs. Edwards and Mrs. Anderson brought a basket of goodies out to where the benches had been set up in the shaded area. It was still more sun than shade - at this point - so Emily and I let them have the cooler space and we sat and chatted and devoured their tasty offering.

"Thanks again for lunch," I told them. "You really don't have to do that."

"Nonsense," said Mrs. Edwards. "It's easy for me to see how Melissa got the notion. You two are wonderful workers and splendid humans - a credit to the species."

"You're too much," Emily said, with a broad smile, "but we do appreciate it. Please do not think that it's required. You're paying us well enough for us to afford to keep the diner in business."

Our client waved us away without another word and so the two of us returned to our work.

The two women gathered up their things and then chatted together for a bit as they watched us labor. Soon enough, I became focused on our tasks and lost track of when the women departed.

As we wrapped up for the day, we did a quick assessment to see if it looked like two more days were going to be enough to finish the project up. As long as nothing unforeseen happened, I thought we were good.

As I drove back to the house/office, my stomach started churning, worrying about the night's foray into the unknown. On the upside, it would be nice to see my two favoritest police officers again. I really needed to schedule another shakedown with Carly Bailey and Liz King. Maybe I could convince them to let me hang with them on a stakeout or something and I could keep them from getting bored while we waited for the bad guys to show up ... Fuck, my pants were getting tight!

Emily's fingers kneaded the head of my prick and I looked over to see her grinning evilly.

"Replaying your time with Liz and Carly?" she asked. "Or thinking of some new game to play with them?"

"You know me so well," I said.

Her fingers became more urgent. She giggled when I shoved her away - moments from spewing in my shorts - which were probably already slick with pre-cum.

I slipped into the shower and she joined me. I was really kind of hoping my little pixie-headed fiancé would deep-throat me to relieve some of my tension but she just helped me get cleaned and then walked away, wiggling her tiny ass as she left - the whore.

"Grab something to eat and chill for a bit," Maggie texted me. "We're meeting our friends in blue at 8:00."

Emily squeaked as I grabbed her up, took her to the end of my bed, bent her over it, pulled up her micro-skirt (fucking cock-tease), yanked her Hello Kitty panties to her knees, and held her down as I got my pants undone and out of the way.

As soon as my cock was free, I buried it inside of her.

"Fuck!" she gasped. "That's it! Fucking own me!"

I slid my hand up her back and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling back, forcing her face up - towards the headboard.

"Is that all you've got, weasel-dick?" she snarled. "I can do better with my fingers."

Still pulling back on her hair hard enough to stretch her throat and make her words sound funny, I used my other hand to shove her tailbone into the mattress as I plowed her - hard, deep, and fast.

"Is it in yet?" she taunted.

I growled at her - and pounded her harder. A stupid grin came across my face as I heard her grunt each time the head of my prick rammed into her uterine wall.

"Make me cum, if you can, man-whore," she snarled.

I kicked her feet together and sped up my thrusting - ramming my way inside with each stroke.

"Fucking cum already, pussy-pants," she ordered.

I moved my palm from her tailbone. I reached around her waist, found her clit, and began rubbing my fingers up and down across it like a 5-year-old jacking around with a light switch.

Emily clenched her teeth and roared into the back of her closed lips just as her channel clenched. I slid inside and gasped for air as her vaginal muscles played across the length of my prick like a harpist's fingers - strumming my instrument and making it sing. I groaned as the vibrations arrived at the crown and my balls applauded the performance.

"Fuck!" the two of us said - at the same time.

As soon as I knew the jets of sperm had ended, I pulled out, flipped her over and pulled her into my arms.

Our kisses were feverishly frenzied and went on for a long time.

As we finished, I palmed her chest and squeezed her breast in my hand.

"Was it good for you?" she snickered.

I grabbed her ass in my hand - to lift her for another kiss - and she managed to spear herself on my cock as I pulled her into place. She purred as I kissed her lips, mouth, cheeks, jaw, ...

"Fuck, you little bitch!" I gasped.

She snickered again and kissed me some more.

I waddled to the breakroom with Emily still mounted on my prick, dug out a box of Hot Pockets, and chucked them into the food-zapper.

When we got out of the shower - several long minutes later - the microwave was energetically complaining that we hadn't claimed our meal.

We finished our light snack, and I tried to figure out what to wear to visit a prostitute. Emily helped. Pro-tip: Get fashion advice from your significant other before shopping for pussy.

Maggie texted me to say that she was waiting in the drive, and we slipped out to climb into her car. I took the back seat.

She drove across town and stopped down the block (and across the street) from a hotel that I would have never suspected of being involved in this kind of thing. There were a few girls/women working the corners, though, so maybe I had just never paid attention.

"Jazzy Alexander will be waiting for you at the bar," Maggie said. "Find an empty stool and order a 7-Up with lemon. You got $50?"

I pulled out my wallet, checked, and put it back in my pocket. I nodded.

"Liz says there's a white panel-van with a sign on the side that says 'Uncle Eddie's Dandy Candies' behind us around the block. Go tap on the passenger side window and ask for 'Dudley Do-Right'. They'll get you geared up and make sure that everybody's got ears and eyes on you. You'll enter the hotel at that point and make contact with Jazzy."

Emily looked at me and asked, "You okay, Sam?"

"You know how your cock shrinks up in a freezing cold pool?" I asked.

"Not from personal experience, but yeah ...," she replied.

"I think my outie turned into an innie ...," I told her.

"I'll make it all better when you get back, lover," she said, reaching over the seat to squeeze my knee.

"You've got this, tiger," Maggie said. "The girls assure me this is as low-key as it gets."

"I don't know how cops do this shit," I told her.

"Probably part of why the two of them are divorced and spend almost all of their time together," she replied. "I'm not sure when either of them last saw their kids."

I opened the door, climbed onto the sidewalk, and closed it behind me. My stomach felt like it was turning inside-out. I strolled to the corner and headed south. As soon as I was out of view of the hotel, I arrived at the van.

One code-phrase later, I had two police technicians talking faster than I could process their words. One was fixing a "nicotine patch" to the side of my neck. The other was trying pair after pair of glasses on me until he found one that fit and that looked like something I might actually wear. The dude at the computer desk checked the video-feed from the glasses and the audio-feed from the nico-patch and gave us a thumbs-up. The sliding door opened and I stumbled onto the sidewalk.

"This is never going to fucking work," I thought, as I headed back north, towards the hotel. "I'm going to be shot, stabbed, spindled, or mutilated."