Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 14

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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 slightly changing the way I report the mom/family info for each new conquest.

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 15 - 33/104 = 31.7%)

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~~~ Week 15 - Thursday ~~~

Emily and I ran to the nursery and grabbed the flowers and stuff for the refresh on the decorations around the city's welcome signs. We stopped back by the office to pick up Alissa.

"Should I get a car?" she asked, as we drove to the first location on our itinerary.

"No," Emily and I said at the same time - and then looked at each other and snickered.

"We can swing by Maggie's first, tomorrow, if you want - before we run to the nursery. That way you won't be missing out on anything. It's not that far. Put your money in the bank and save, save, save."

"I'm getting paid?!" Alissa asked, grinning.

Emily laughed and hugged her.

"Yes, beautiful," she told her. "Maggie will get your paperwork processed. It'll be a couple weeks until your first check. You let us or Mags know if you need anything, and we'll get it. No worries."

Alissa looked at her, stunned, and said, "You know you guys are just unbelievable, don't you?"

"Unbelievably sexy?" I asked, with a smirk.

"You wish, grape ape," Emily said, reaching past Alissa to punch my shoulder.

Alissa just laughed at us.

We pulled up to the first sign and everybody climbed out. Emily pulled out the photo - with the annotations that she had added. I looked over their shoulder as the two short-breads studied the picture.

"Are you looking down my top?" Emily asked.

"No, I saw you naked last night," I said. "I was looking down Alissa's."

"That's sexual harassment, asshole," Emily snarled.

"I'm pretty sure that kissing your coworkers isn't allowed either - but you two let me get away with it," I said, laughing.

"Not anymore," Emily snarked, "you're cut off."

"We'll see," I said, laughing harder. "Are we working today or not?"

"Go grab the plants, meathead," Emily ordered, "while Alissa and I figure this out."

Alissa trailed behind me and began picking up items from the bed of the truck as well.

"If anything we say or do gets to you, just tell us and we'll try to behave - no promises on how many warnings I might need, though," I told her.

She grinned and said, "You two make me feel so comfortable with your banter. It feels like we've known each other forever and I love it. Don't stop on my account."

"My mouth runs ahead of my brain sometimes," I warned her.

"No worries," she said.

I pursed my lips. She snickered and gave me a quick kiss. She laughed as she finished grabbing the stuff we needed.

"You got that all figured out, big-brain?" I called to Emily, "Cuz us meatheads got all of your shit."

Emily started pointing to where everything went. We set each of the items roughly where they should go and stepped back to look it over. Emily snapped a picture while Alissa and I headed back to the truck to grab the tools.

Tearing out the old shit took a half-hour. Putting the new stuff in place took almost two hours. With four locations to manage, we looked to be good on our time-estimate - as long as we didn't get hung up in traffic.

That, of course, was what happened. We sat - with the windows down - breathing toxic exhaust - because the air conditioner was struggling to keep up since we weren't moving.

"I'm tempted to pull over in front of that coffee shop and just chill for a bit," I told the girls.

"Reynolds would drive by," Emily warned.

"You're right," I said.

"He that bad?" Alissa asked.

"No," I said. "He's not - he's just very driven. His customer service model matches how I do things - so we've always gotten along well - but he works like a madman - and expects everybody else to do the same."

"You guys work hard," Alissa said.

Emily laughed, and told her, "These last few days have been pretty easy. Wait until we spend the day carrying sod, mulch, or dirt."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Every time mom sees us, she says we're even bulkier than before."

"Hey," Emily said, "not to pry - but - does your mom know you're okay?"

Alissa sighed and said, "I stopped talking to her a few months before I started ... working. I think - once I get settled - I might try calling her."

"We're going to Sam's mom's on Sunday," Emily told her.

"Don't tell me that I have to go to services again," I moaned.

"Okay, I won't tell you," Emily said, laughing.

Alissa smothered a giggle - looking back and forth between us. I looked at Emily and gave her a nasty growl.

"My mom and dad are in the middle of a divorce," Emily said. "She lives with Sam's mom. You're welcome to come with us."

"Maybe," Alissa said.

"Okay, no pressure," Emily said, giving her another quick hug.

"How come it's not harassment when YOU hug people?" I asked Emily.

"Cuz people WANT me to hug them," she said, sticking out her tongue.

"I know something you can do with that tongue, missy," I growled.

"THAT'S sexual harassment!" she barked.

Alissa was laughing so hard that she was holding her sides.

I gave her "the look" and said, "That's not funny."

That just made her laugh harder.

Finally, traffic began moving again and we eventually made it to our second stop - an hour later than we'd expected.

"Work through lunch and grab drive-thru on the way to Number 3?" I asked.

"Works for me," Emily said, looking at Alissa.

"I'm just manual labor," she objected, holding up her hands.

"Come on, Manuel," I said. "Let's grab our stuff. Maybe Lieutenant Dan will help us this time."

Alissa snickered.

Emily squeezed between us and hip-checked me.

"Sexual abuse!" I yelled.

"Not if you liked it," she said, smirking.

"Well, shit," I growled.

Alissa snickered again.

We grabbed our things and headed to the welcome sign.

"These plants are in way worse condition," Emily noted.

"Too much fertilizer?" I asked, "or not enough?"

"I'll check," she said.

She ran to the truck, grabbed the test-kit to evaluate the soil, and ran a sample through. Based on the results, we grabbed a couple things from the truck to mix into the soil after we removed the old plants. Once the soil was what we needed, we began unpacking and placing the new plants.

When we were done, we packed our stuff and jumped back into the truck. Traffic was lighter this time (a little, anyway). I got tacos. The girls got chicken quesadillas. I discovered that it was impossible to drive and eat tacos at the same time. Fortunately - or maybe not - we hit a lot of red lights and I was able to eat one before the light changed to green again. Five red lights later, my food was gone.

"I should've gotten a couple more," I complained.

The girls laughed at me - but their food had disappeared almost as fast as mine.

At one traffic light, a vendor with a food cart was selling hot dogs. I told him that - if he could get three chili-cheese dogs made and delivered before the light changed, I'd give him $40. By the time I dug the two twenties out of my wallet, he had the dogs made and was handing them in to the girls. Emily gave him the money as the light changed and we moved on.

"Where are we?" I asked. "We need to find him again sometime."

"You've ... uh ... you've got a little ..." Alissa said, pointing to my cheek.

"Lick it off," I told her, grinning.

"What?!" she gasped.

"Come on, pussy!" I growled.

"Pretty sure that's sexual harassment too," Emily said, laughing.

Alissa grabbed my head in her hands, pulled it towards her face, and sucked the cheese - or whatever - off of my face - flicking her tongue across it to finish cleaning me up.

I grinned at her and said, "I really didn't think you'd do that. Emily usually just throws a napkin at me and snarls at me."

Alissa looked at Emily - who laughed and nodded.

"Fuck!" she snarled.

"Would a DQ Blizzard make up for it?" I asked.

"Yes!" Alissa said quickly.

"Alright," I said. "Copilot, you're in charge of finding us a Dairy Queen on the way home."

"Get us to this last site," Emily sighed. "I was really hoping we could finish all of these today."

"We'll do Elena's yardwork in the morning and catch the last one tomorrow afternoon," I said.

"Yeah," she agreed.

We rode in silence for a block or two.

"I wonder if we'll see Natasha Romanoff again," I said.

"Black Widow?" Alissa asked.

"Color me impressed," I said, winking at her.

"Elena's younger sister kind of looks like Scarlett Johansson," Emily told her.

"Not KIND OF," I said, "she's like a doppelganger."

Alissa looked at Emily.

"I WOULD be curious to see them side-by-side," Emily admitted.

"I'll see what I can do," I said, smirking.

The girls shook their heads at me, grinning.

We finally got to the third location, grabbed our stuff, and got to work.

"These flowers look better," Alissa said.

"Yeah," Emily agreed, "we'll skip the test. The plants we have aren't too dissimilar than what was already here - so I don't think it'll be a big deal."

We chatted as we worked. Since we'd designed each location to look mostly the same, we were getting faster about getting the actual work done - if it didn't take so long to move from place to place.

As Alissa and I took the tools and trash back to the truck, Emily snapped pictures and sent them off to Maggie - for Reynolds to review - and for him to pass along to our contact for the contract.

Emily's phone rang as she climbed in behind Alissa.

"Yeah," she said. "We'll have to get that last one tomorrow afternoon. Traffic delays killed us. If we do these again, I'm thinking we might try to reverse the order on the first three - to see if that helps any."

She waited while her caller - presumably Maggie - talked.

"Okay," she replied. "We'll drop Alissa by the house. Sam owes her a Blizzard anyway cuz he's been sexually harassing us all day."

After listening for a minute, she said, "Maggie says that - if being sexually harassed gets her a free Blizzard - she's coming with us tomorrow afternoon."

Alissa laughed; I stuck out my tongue.

Putting the phone back to her ear, she said, "Love you, too, Mags. See you soon."

As I drove, Emily looked for a Dairy Queen along the route.

"It looks like that one by your mom's is probably the easiest," she said.

Once again, traffic was heating up. We were still ahead of the heaviest flows but it was irritating, nonetheless. Finally, we arrived.

"Let's go inside," Emily said. "I need to pee anyway - and it'll make it easier to order."

I parked and we went inside. Emily and Alissa rattled off their orders - and Emily added one for Maggie. She growled at me when I took out my phone to type out the order. She was shifting from foot to foot as her eyes turned yellow. She growled again when I snickered at her after confirming I had it down right.

I got into line and waited my turn. I was still in line when the girls got back from the bathroom (of course). I was next and we stepped up together to place our order.

I ran to the bathroom while the girls waited on our ice cream to be prepared. I was back well before the Blizzards were spun on their heads and then handed across the counter.

I stuck an over-large bite in my mouth and held the door for the girls. With my hands both occupied, they each took the opportunity to "twang" the spoon that was sticking out of my mouth as they exited. I chased after them, making pinching motions at their asses and they cackled with laughter and ran for the truck.

Emily took a bite of her Blizzard, moaned, and leaned onto Alissa. Alissa took a bite of hers, moaned, and leaned against me. When I glared at them, they both snorted and started laughing.

I pressed the side of my cup to Alissa's cheek and she squealed like I'd killed her. She shoved Emily against the door to get away from me. I gave the two of them a triumphant smirk. I held the cup and steered with one hand - and ate with the other. My Blizzard was almost gone by the time we got to Maggie's house.

Emily piled out and Alissa made to follow her.

"Hey, where's my kiss?" I asked.

"No," she snarled, looking at my cup.

I showed her that it was empty.

"Fine," she sighed.

She leaned over and gave me a quick peck.

"See you in the morning, beautiful," I told her.

"Bye, meathead," she giggled.

Emily got a hug and quick kiss and then Alissa carried Maggie's Blizzard to the house. Maggie opened the door, accepted the dessert with wide eyes, and gave us a wave. Emily hopped back into the truck and we headed for home.

"I think your sessions are on hold for a bit," Emily said.

"Yeah," I agreed, "Maggie's got some logistics to figure out. We could take your mom out."

Emily laughed, and said, "Not for a day or two - you must have really done a number on her last night."

"Did you and Alissa have a good time last night?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she said, "although I think you did a better job of getting her to relax today. You know you're skating on thin ice with some of that fuckery, right?"

"I know," I said. "I kissed Mags yesterday and then realized I'd messed up."

"Oh!" Emily said, "I actually thought that was brilliant - but some of your sexual harassment bullshit today was stretching things."

"Did I mess up, you think?"

"She seemed to take most of it in stride," Emily said. "We'll have to see." She realized that I wasn't headed home and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"I thought we'd grab Chinese," I told her.

"I'm dirty!"

"We'll just get drive-thru and take it home," I replied.

"Fine - but I get to ride your cock while I eat - and watch the video of you and Liz and Carly."

I rolled my eyes and pulled into the drive-thru for the Chinese restaurant.

"Extra crabs," she whispered.

I hissed at her and started placing the order.

The ungrateful whore ate her food - and slightly more than her share of the crab rangoons - while I drove us home.

In the house, she ordered me to strip and sit on the bed - leaning up against the headboard. She set my food on the shelf behind me and climbed onto my prick, facing me. She handed me my food, grabbed her phone, and laid herself back on the mattress between my thighs - keeping her heels hooked at the edges of my hips - and my prick stuffed inside of her tight channel.

As I ate, she watched the video of me and the two police officers, rhythmically clenching her thighs to slide herself onto my prick. I couldn't really see her face but I was enjoying my food - and the sight of her body - and the feel of her sex sliding on and off of mine.

I finished my black pepper chicken (and the rest of the crabs), wiped my face and mouth clean, and set the trash on the headboard. I reached down, grabbed Emily's hips and began fucking her onto my cock more forcefully.

She snarled at me when she lost the grip on her phone. I shoved her away, rolled onto my knees, plunged my prick back inside of her, and attacked her nipples with my mouth.

"Fuck ... yes ...," she hissed, wrapping her hands around my skull and pulling me down harder as I sucked and nibbled her teats - while plowing her pussy.

I came in her shortly after I felt her climax begin. By the time we both finished, I was out of breath. I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me.

"Do you think Alissa will stay?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't she?" I inquired.

"We work harder than most people," she said.

"Do we?" I asked.

"You and Ron do - and so the rest of us have to," she retorted.

"She seemed happy today," I said. "She even told me that our banter made her feel like she'd known us forever."

"When?"

"At the first job - when you were checking the picture - and we went to the truck to grab stuff."

Emily grabbed my face in her palms and kissed me hard.

"That's good," she said, smiling.

Emily's phone buzzed. I retrieved it and handed it to her.

"Shit!"

"What?"

"Dad filed for divorce today," she said.

"Is that Maria or your mom?"

"Mom. She says that Maria wants to sit down with us tomorrow night over dinner."

"Bring your mom here after?" I asked.

"Probably. We'll have to see."

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you, too, meathead. Thanks for caring about my mom."

"No offense - but your dad's a fuck-tard."

"None taken."

I picked up my little Tinkerbell, spun us toward the pillows, pulled back the covers, killed the light, and snuggled with my fiancé - trying to dispel the ghosts that haunted her mind. I failed - and fell asleep before she did.

~~~ Week 15 - Friday ~~~

I woke and looked to find Emily already awake.

"Tell me you slept," I said.

"I did," she replied.

Her eyes weren't too bloodshot - so I hoped she wasn't lying.

"I did," she said again, smiling, and pressing her lips to mine - and holding the kiss.

"Sexy beast," I snarled, when she ended the kiss.

She growled - and then giggled - and headed for the shower. I followed soon after - and we got each other ready for the day.

I pulled up in front of Maggie's house and Emily texted Alissa to let her know that we were there. Several minutes later, the blonde's head appeared in the doorway, and she ran down the walk. Emily hopped out, let her in, and climbed in behind her.

"Sorry! I didn't see you," Alissa said.

"You didn't get my text?" Emily asked.

"Oh! Shit!" Alissa gasped. "I forgot to give you my new number. One of my old ... clients ... started calling like crazy last night. Maggie took me to get a new phone. She added me to her plan. I had to move my contacts over by hand and I got busy and forgot to give you the new number."

"You okay?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

"Yes, Sam," she sighed, leaning against my side and hugging me. "Thanks."

As we drove to Elena's the girls got all of our contact info on our individual phones synched-up.

Once we arrived, I started pulling my trimmer stuff out and Emily took Alissa to get her set up on the rider. We decided that she should start out on the easy job. Emily would help me trim and then we'd work together to manage low-clearance on trees, cut back the hedges and lilacs, and check over the flowerbeds for anything that needed to be replaced.

A couple Hosta plants had died off so we dug those out and discarded them and shuffled the others around to make room so that they could expand to fill the area back in.

Emily had taken Alissa on a circuit with the rider - mowing the perimeter - and then left her to mow everything in between. Our new employee was just wrapping up - so Emily helped her put the mower up while I looked over her work to make sure it was acceptable. She missed a couple small areas but I caught those with the weed-whacker. The girls walked up as I was finishing.

"Shit! Did I miss this?" Alissa asked.

"We all do it," Emily told her. "That's why we walk back over things before we leave."

"Sorry," she moaned.

"No biggie," I said. "I just want to make sure it's right."

"He's in love with Mrs. Moretti," Emily whispered.

I started to say something smart - and then realized that it would lead to an uncomfortable conversation - so I closed my mouth and headed for the truck.

"You okay?" Alissa asked.

"Me? Yeah," I replied. "I was just thinking of a smart-aleck response but it would only lead you to believe what Emily said about Mrs. Moretti."

Emily snickered.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

Alissa giggled and gave me a brief hug.