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To those few that are still confused about the category, "Incest/Taboo" has two portions - "incest" and "taboo". Incest is when Emily eats her mother out; Taboo is when Sam fucks the mother of his fiancée. For now, the story will continue to be categorized as I/T for those reasons.
Reminder: I've slightly changed the mom/family info headers. (Mom's name is now listed first.)
(Bucket-List Progress: Week 17 - 38/104 = 36.5%)
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~~~ Week 17 - Thursday ~~~
Our third day at Mrs. Morales' house was - once again - free of any visits from my favorite motorcycle mama. Honestly, it was probably for the best.
Everything was progressing according to schedule. We'd wrap everything up on Saturday morning. I checked on the girls as I ferried stuff from the truck to the various flower beds. Both of them seemed to be doing well.
It was hot! We'd endured some warm days, over the summer, but this was definitely the worst! I had sweated through my clothes by lunchtime. We called our order in to the diner, ran by the house so that I could change shirts, and then stopped by the restaurant to grab our food to go. Alissa changed shirts as well. Emily sweats the least - so she decided to just tough it out.
After work, I found doctor's scrubs on my bed. Emily and I showered together, grabbed some dinner, and then I changed into my costume - scrubs, a mask, and my glasses. I even had an ID badge that said "Augie" on it. We dropped by Moretti Motors and traded vehicles. We didn't need the landscaping truck showing up on the security cameras at the hospital.
We parked near the employee entrance that I had been instructed to use. Cynthia Reed (the nurse with the specimen jar) was waiting by the door as I approached. I thought about what I'd done to finally get the woman to treat me like a lover - rather than a patient - the last time we'd been together.
I picked her up, pressed her against the wall of the building, pulled my surgical mask down, and began nibbling her ear lobe - the same one I'd started with last time we had been together.
"Gawww...dammmmn...," she moaned.
I trailed nibbles across her jaw - halfway to her chin - and then diverted to her mouth. I gave her a teasing kiss.
"Charlotte's waiting inside," she told me breathily.
"Guess that's all we've got time for, then," I said, smirking.
"My panties are already wet," she complained.
"Maybe you can get Charlotte to eat you out when I finish with her," I suggested.
"Maybe...," she said.
She didn't look too convinced - but that wasn't really my problem. She'd told Maggie that she wanted to get together again and my session-coordinator had informed her that we could use her help, securing a couple more of the nurses on my "hit list". Charlotte was one of those women.
~~~ Week 17 - Charlotte Lefevre (#039) ~~~
~~~ Classmate: Maxine ~~~ S/O: Theo (married) ~~~
We slipped inside. The door opened onto a hall - with rooms to the right and left with lockers for the employees to store their belongings (and street clothes) in.
I went ahead and removed my mask and stuck it into a pocket.
Mrs. Reed led me to the door on the right. Inside was another average-looking nurse - a bottle-blonde with a pear-shaped body and a pretty face.
"Charlotte, this is Augie. I've already told you what he and I got up to."
Charlotte nodded, a little nervous.
"Fuck, Char... he just pressed me against the wall outside and nibbled my neck and gave me a little tease of a kiss and I'm ready to rape him. Just kiss him or something. I fucking guarantee you won't regret this."
"Theo...," the woman said softly.
Cynthia Reed dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled my hospital-blue pants (and boxers) to my ankles, and fisted my cock. It began to fill with blood as her hand slowly started stroking my shaft.
"Theo's cock look anything like this one, Char?"
"Holy Mother... no," Charlotte whispered.
"Pussy, mouth, probably even ass - he'll cum wherever you want. You'll want this beast in your twat, sweetie - I'm telling you."
"Will it even fit?"
"You know it will. You worked in Labor and Delivery longer than I did."
Cynthia stood to her feet.
"Come here. Just play with him until you're comfortable. He's a big sweetie - and a hell of a lover. I'll watch the door. Make sure he bruises your uterus with this club of his."
She moved to the door of the locker room.
I looked at Charlotte Lefevre.
"I would love to make you cum a couple times - and then to have the chance to cum as well."
"He's not kidding," Cynthia hollered. "Pull your pants down. He's a world-class pussy-eater."
She still wasn't moving. I bent down to grab my pants - intending to pull them up.
"No... wait...," she whispered.
There was a crude wooden bench sitting in the empty space between the lockers - presumably for people to sit on to tie their shoes. She laid down on it and pulled her pants to her ankles.
"Nobody's eaten me out since college," she said. "If you'll lick my pussy, I'll rub your dick."
I pulled my pants and boxers off, over my shoes, and laid them on the floor at the end of the bench.
I stepped over by Charlotte. She wrapped her hand around my cock. Her hand barely stretched all of the way around it.
"Holy shit...," she moaned.
She pulled me towards her chest. I stepped across the bench (and her body) and bent forward to address her deficient oral situation.
Her pants were around her ankles - which was going to restrict my ability to spread her open and really get to the meat of things...
I grabbed her by her knees, pulled her legs up (and open), leaned the upper half of my body through the opening, and hooked her knees under my armpits.
Her ass was now a foot off of the bench - and in the perfect spot for me to gobble her sexy peach. Her muff (obviously) didn't match her bleach-blonde hair - but she had a pretty coochie and I could already smell her arousal. A glistening slickness was hiding just inside of her slit - which was tentatively giving up its initial shyness - wanting to say 'hello'.
I dove in - and licked her from bottom to top - and then dug the tip of my tongue around to see if I could get her clitoris to come out and play.
"Jeezus...!" she gasped.
The hand on my cock clenched - and froze.
"I told you...," Cynthia said, chuckling.
I stuck my thumbs into her ripe peach and spread her open so I could lick, suck, nibble, and chew.
A scream erupted from her throat and then it sounded like she slammed a hand over her mouth. Her other hand gripped my shaft a little tighter.
I snickered and renewed my attack.
Charlotte began humping her cunt against my face as I chewed her twat.
"God... fuck... damn... shit... oh... oh!.... OH!"
A series of convulsions rocked her body as an intense climax overwhelmed her. I carefully lapped at that new little wave of fluids that filled her tight trench.
"Fuck..." Charlotte mumbled.
"I told you," Cynthia said.
"Fuck..."
Cynthia giggled.
