Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 18

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Reminder: I've slightly changed the mom/family info headers. (Mom's name is now listed first.)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 18 - 39/104 = 37.5%)

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~~~ Week 18 - Wednesday ~~~

We were on our final day of work at Mrs. Dempsey's house. As we finished up task after task and I started carrying the detritus, trash, and unneeded tools to the truck, I silently grumbled that my favorite car dealership owner had never stopped by.

Just thinking about that sexy woman got my cock hard enough that I was sure I could pound a nine-inch nail through a two-by-four with it!

Our client came out when Ron arrived. Together, they looked over our work.

"As I told your employees, Mr. Reynolds," she said. "I'm delighted with their work ethic, the quality of their craftwork, and their team cohesiveness. Emily asked me if they could attend her mother's hearing the other day and - despite the fact that I told them that it was not a problem and to take their time - they worked together to still complete the project ahead of the projected schedule. They also snuck in a few extra shrubs and bushes. I assume it was their way of saying 'thank you' but - honestly - I think the additions bumped up the overall appearance of their work even more and I am beyond delighted. As I told Emily, earlier, I will be submitting a bonus with the payment check. Alissa worked tirelessly while the others were at the hearing - trying to keep the team on-pace. She is a credit to your organization and I would appreciate it greatly if she received the lion's share of that bonus. That being said, the others have contributed significantly as well and in no way should my words (regarding your newest teammate) be construed to detract from my admiration and appreciation for Emily and Sam."

Mr. Reynolds nodded his head to her.

"It's always good to hear such glowing praise about our employees," he told her. "I'm hopeful that - if you discover anything - once we leave - that needs to be addressed - that you will not hesitate to call. We sincerely appreciate your business. We pride ourselves in doing our best to make sure that our customers are delighted. Happy customers tell their friends; unhappy customers tell everyone."

Mrs. Dempsey laughed.

"You are so right! Although, I think I may have a few non-friends that I will be talking to about your services. I also know that more than a couple of them have driven by - very slowly - as your team has worked. Your work speaks for itself and I'm sure you'll get a few contracts from people who would not classify themselves as my friends."

Mr. Reynolds held out his hand. Mrs. Dempsey took it and shook it.

With that, he turned and headed for the truck.

Emily sidled up to our client and offered a hug. Mrs. Dempsey grinned and hugged her. My fiancée shoved Alissa at the woman next. Alissa timidly accepted a hug as well.

"Mr. Fowler?"

"Ma'am?" I asked.

"Are you not going to offer me a hug, young man?"

"I'm a sweaty mess, ma'am," I replied.

She took two steps to arrive in front of me and opened her arms.

I did my best to hug her without touching my clothes to hers - but she was a little more aggressive than I'd expected and I was sure some of my sweat and grime transferred to her before we separated.

"Thank you for letting us spruce the place up," I told her, "and for being so accommodating with the hearing."

She stepped back, still holding her hands on my shoulders, and looked into my eyes.

"Even if Elena hadn't suggested that I could trust you three," she said, "you thoroughly demonstrated your trustworthiness with every single portion of my project. Thank you."

I looked at the girls and then looked back at her.

"It was our pleasure," I said, offering a sincere smile.

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After work, we ran to Mom's house and picked up Emily's mother - so that we could start getting the rest of her stuff removed from the house. Maggie and Alissa met us at Lena's former home.

"Congratulations on adding another mother-daughter team to your growing harem," Maggie told me.

"Who?" Emily asked.

"Sheila told me that their photographer is the business manager's daughter," Maggie replied.

"Oh ...!"Emily gasped, turning to give me a wicked smile.

"Who's the other mother-daughter pair?" Alissa asked innocently.

Emily looked at her with her mouth hanging open.

"Saturday night ...?" she asked Alissa. "I thought all of those questions that you asked were because you had finally connected Sam kissing Maggie with him spending the night with my mom ...," she told the blonde.

"What?" Alissa asked, her eyes widening a little. "I thought ... Sam didn't just keep the car that night because he got back late from taking her to dinner?"

Emily laughed and shook her head.

Lena wrapped her arms around my waist, hugged me tightly, and looked at our newest landscaper.

"Not only will this handsome young man someday be my son-in-law," she told Alissa, "but - since the first time he met me - he has almost continuously done everything possible to show me that I'm not worthless. When he first saved me from David, I was almost completely mentally destroyed. My ex-husband had convinced me that I had no value - to him or to anyone else. Sam rescued me."

Alissa nodded, glancing from me to Emily and back to Lena.

"I know the feeling," she said.

"Sam stepped between me and the man who had hit me," Lena said.

"Sam hit the man who threatened me," Alissa told her.

"I was physically bruised, mentally defeated, and emotionally despondent - and Sam wrapped himself around me like a cocoon. I willingly gave myself to him - mind, body, and soul - and I have never regretted it for a moment."

She pulled Emily into our hug.

"My daughter is a naughty minx - as you likely already know," Lena told Alissa. "I've done things with these two that no mother should admit to - and I loved every second. When I'm with them, I'm a carefree teenaged girl again."

Lena let Emily and me go and opened her arms to Alissa. The girl stepped over and hugged her.

"I'm happy to hear that you're free," Alissa told Lena. "I know what it's like to feel trapped. I'm so thankful for Jazzy and Maggie and Emily and Sam."

Lena kissed her forehead.

"They're good people," Lena agreed. "We get into some naughty sexy shit that we can't talk to other people about - but I love them all dearly."

Alissa gave her another squeeze.

"Now, if you please," Lena said, "I'd like to get the rest of my things out of this house - so that I never have another reason to see my ex-husband's face - or hear his name."

Emily looked back over the list of items that were listed as her mother's.

"Seriously?!" she complained. "He gave you that toxic refrigerator that we had to pay someone to have hauled away?"

"She doesn't even need one," I argued.

"That's beside the point," Emily countered. "My dad is such an ass."

A patrol car pulled up.

"That's never good," I said.

Carly Bailey and Elizabeth King got out and headed our way.

"Hey ...," Alissa chirped. "It's those two cops that brought me ..."

Liz laughed and asked, "How are you, blondie?"

"Good - thanks to you two," Alissa said, smiling.

"Glad we could help," Carly told her. She turned to Lena. "David paid his fine," she said.

"He's headed this way?" Lena asked her.

"He was muttering about it while he was being released," the redheaded officer said, nodding.

Emily handed the list to Liz.

"We had to pay to get the refrigerator hauled off last week because Dad had the power turned off - and left food rotting inside of it," she told them.

"Nice ...," Liz sighed.

"We're almost finished grabbing the rest," Emily told her.

"We'll hang around - just in case," Carly offered.

"We appreciate it," I said.

We hurried a little faster and got everything loaded before my least favorite pickup truck pulled up - with my future father-in-law behind the wheel. Maggie, Lena, and Alissa were already in the car. I waved them on their way.

"Figures that I'd find you two twats here," David snarled at the female officers.

"Just to let you know, asshole," I told him. "I'm recording you."

He looked around for a camera and - not seeing one - sneered at me.

"What a fucking liar ...," he snarled. "No wonder women like that tongue of yours. It's forked at the end."

"I use it to tease your ex-wife's clitoris and make her scream," I taunted. "Funny how - when she's cumming on my tongue - she has never once mistakenly screamed your name instead of mine."

For a moment, I thought I might get him to swing at me. However, he looked at the two officers and then looked back at me, grinning.

"Not today, Satan," he said, smirking.

"Wow, got your big boy panties on and everything," I retorted. "I'm so fucking proud of you. Can I have a hug, daddy?"

"Fuck you, twat lips," he spat.

"Bit of a dick move, giving a refrigerator full of science experiments to Lena as her split," I said. "Not that I've really come to expect anything else from you, though. I mean ... the first time I met you, she had a shiner that you'd given her."

"Run your mouth a little more and maybe I'll give you one too," he said.

His brain caught up with his mouth and he glanced at the two police officers, realizing that he had just admitted to smacking his then wife.

He turned away from us and headed for the house, as if we were no longer standing there.

Liz and Carly walked me back to the truck.

"Thanks, you two," I whispered.

I opened my arms for a hug. Liz was closest and wrapped her arms around me.

"We need to ... uh ... practice with our cuffs again sometime," she said, looking up with a grin.

She stepped back and Carly hugged me next.

"Yeah," she said. "I need to practice checking you for hidden weapons."

She joined her partner and gave me a wink.

"Fix it up with Maggie," I said. "I probably owe you two dinner beforehand."

Carly looked at Liz and grinned.

"I think that sausage-log of yours is all I need to fill me up," she said with a smirk.

"I agree," Liz added. "I don't think I need anything more than to have some of that very special sausage. I might even go for seconds."

Carly snickered. My cock had been growing the whole time they'd been teasing me. She noticed and then looked back up, into my face, and then turned to her partner.

"If we don't get going," she said, "I'm going to need to go 10-6."

Liz grinned and nodded.

"10-6?" I asked.

"That means that we're busy - and that the dispatcher shouldn't bother us unless it's an emergency," Liz explained, smiling wickedly. "C'mon, Red."

The two of them turned and headed for their squad car. They climbed into the vehicle but did not immediately leave - and I suddenly realized that they were waiting to make sure I was out of there - before Emily's dad came back out to start more shit with me.

I got into the truck, belted up, got it started, shifted into drive, and headed for Mom's place.

When I arrived, Emily met me with a hug and asked how it had gone.

"I told your dad I was recording him but - since he didn't know what the glasses do - he thought I was full of shit. He admitted that he smacked your mom that day that I first met him."

"Probably moot," she said, "but I'll download it and save it off - just in case."

The girls were already moving things to Lena's room - which was (of course) my old bedroom. I jumped in and helped. Lena swatted me on the butt as she passed me in the hall. Alissa snickered at her. I tried to look injured or assaulted but the young blonde just shook her head at me and grinned.

Once everything was taken care of, we went to the diner where Mom worked. We ate, visited together, and caught my mother up on the news. Alissa and Maggie headed for home when we went to drop Lena off.

As we drove back to our place, I told Emily that Liz and Carly were interested in getting together again.

"I want to be there in person this time," she cooed, leaning over to give me a kiss. "I get so wet, watching that video of you three."

When we got home, she started the video and stripped. I crawled between her legs, gripped her tits in my fists, and railed her. I blocked out what was happening on the screen as I worked towards my climax. She, however, watched the three of us together the whole time - and then nibbled her lip as her tight little pussy got even tighter and practically sucked the jism from my body.

I lay on top of her small frame, gasping for breath, after she drained me. She pulled the cover up, wrapped her arms around my middle, and closed her eyes. I was almost immediately asleep.

~~~ Week 18 - Thursday ~~~

We started early - picking Alissa up a half-hour before our usual time. We went to the nursery, unlocking the gate to get in, since nobody was there yet. Reynolds arrived as we were loading the truck. Alissa and I carted things over and loaded them as Emily read down the list and directed us on what to grab next.

With plenty of experience doing this, she now had the list organized by where everything was stored - minimizing the number of trips we had to make - and allowing us to carry or transfer multiple items when they were small enough to permit it.

Reynolds watched us work for several minutes before offering us a quick salute and heading into the main building to begin getting things opened up and started up.

We arrived at Mrs. Betters' home and began unloading the truck. When 8 o'clock finally rolled around, we sent Alissa to the front door to see if we could convince the client to come do a quick double-check with us - to make sure that nothing with the plans had changed - and that the plan actually fit the project.

Part of the contract specified this quick once-over before we started work - so most of the clients were ready for the knock on the door - but we occasionally had people show up in their nightgowns. We had gotten into the practice of having one of the girls make the contact if the client was female - just to avoid any awkward situations.

Mrs. Betters returned with Alissa and the three girls started going through everything. As Emily cleared each section - announcing that it matched up with the plan - Alissa and I started getting the materiel, supplies, and tools moved into place.

The project had been estimated at a day and a half - which would be perfect since we'd spend the morning at Elena Moretti's the next day. We'd have time to finish this by Friday afternoon and still catch the flight to our weekend at the beach that Emily had been planning.

The excursion had started out being just a simple get-away for me and my lavender-headed Tinkerbell. Lena had caught us talking about it and invited herself. That moment was the closest that I had ever come to seeing Emily showing anger or irritation with her mother. Maggie had stepped in, however, and suggested that she would share a room with my mother-in-lust. Of course, that invitation had quickly been extended to Alissa as well. Of all of us, she seemed to be the most excited about the trip.

Maggie was the only one who had seen the ocean before. I was looking forward to it as well - but I'd had friends who had been - and their stories about the ocean kicking their butt had tempered my exuberance. Emily was excited - but mostly because she wanted to fuck on the beach under the moonlight - not because she wanted to bodysurf or swim or look for shells.

Alissa, however, couldn't be any more excited - about absolutely everything. She and Emily had never flown before either - so that was going to be another significant milestone.

As we worked, the girls chattered. I laughed out loud as I passed them and I heard Emily sighing - worn out from all of Alissa's excited buzzing - like a bee with a newly discovered fruit tree covered in blossoms - just waiting to be explored and sampled.

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After work, we dropped Alissa off and headed home to shower.

Now that the blonde knew most of what I was up to in the evenings, we could probably start using the house for sessions again. However, we had a list of people who wanted me to make a "house call". Tonight, apparently, I was going to be joining one of my MILFs on her cam-show.

Emily and I showered. She spent most of the time telling me about all of the ways she wanted to be fucked while we were on our little get-away. She stroked my cock the whole time she filled my mind with lusty images. I finally just stepped behind her, grabbed her left thigh and right bicep in my fists, lifted her up, and slammed her onto my cock. She pressed her palms against the wall of the shower and curled her thighs around me. It was like fucking Supergirl while she was trying to fly - a very small, limber, tight Supergirl - with a landscaper's tanlines.

I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of her tiny twat, stretching around my intruding cock - as I used her for a human fleshlight as I jerked myself off.

"Fuck me, you fat-cocked ape," she demanded. "Fucking hell ... I think your dick's even bigger than normal!"

"You've spent all day, filling my head with images of me fucking you at the hotel, the beach, and everywhere in between ...," I countered.

"That's right, donkey dick," she shot back. "You're my walking, talking, fucking dildo and I intend to have you buried in my cunt until the batteries give out ..."

I groaned as her cunt convulsed. Individual muscles began to tighten - up and down her channel - and it was like trying to ram my cock through a series of O-rings.

"You tight little bitch ...," I growled.

"Come on, Meat," she snarled in reply. "I'm barely even ... aaah ... fucking ... uhhh ... warmed up ... you sexy piece of shit."

I laughed at her attempt to derail my assault. Her mouth was telling me one thing - but her cunt was telling me a completely different story.

Her head tilted forward - hanging limply.

"Fuuuu ...," she moaned.

Hot slickness bathed my cock and then her long slender channel got just a little narrower - cuddling and squeezing my cock like a kid with a new teddy bear.

I slid her up and off of me once more and then - as I forced my way back through the grasping muscles one last time - it was more than I could endure.

As I bottomed out inside of her - burying my cock completely within her sexy sheath - the jets of jism began blasting from my prick - spurt after spurt. No matter how many times we had fucked, I still couldn't get my entire penis inside of her - but she got every single millimeter that she could take. I pumped my hot load directly at the outer wall of her womb.

Emily's words had ended. She was just moaning now - non-stop. It wasn't a series of moans - just one long continuous one.

I pulled her off of my cock and turned her around. She was nearly comatose. I picked her up, wrapped her in a towel, dropped her onto the bed, and returned to the shower to finish getting ready - leaving a trail of wet slippery footprints back and forth.

I scrubbed myself clean, rinsed, toweled dry, and went to check on my pixie princess.

She was napping. I dried her off, threw the towels in the hamper, wrapped her in a fresh one, kissed her face, and got dressed. She was still snoozing when I slipped out of the door.

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I went to Moretti Motors, traded vehicles, and drove to the address that Maggie had given me.

~~~ Week 18 - Amie Lynn (#040) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Andy ~~~ S/O: Randy (divorced) ~~~

"Ah, good, you're early," the woman said.

She had dark brown hair that nearly hung to her ass. It wasn't dirty - or unkempt - it was just kind of - everywhere. It gave her an exotic look. She was wearing a lacy black bra that was shaped more like a sports bra than a boulder-holder. I couldn't quite make out her nipples or areolas, however. Down below, she had on a pair of bikini bottoms in vibrant colors with a floral design. My eyes couldn't decide whether to investigate her coochie or her C-cup breasts. She had a "girl-next-door" look - although I guess it would be more of a "mom-next-door". Her eyes had a bit of kohl to accentuate her sexiness (and detract from the beginning age-lines). She had a simple necklace of tiny eggshell-colored beads around her neck that brought my eyes to her collarbone and slender neck. She was wearing lipstick but the hue of red that she used was perfect for showing how wide her mouth was (which - if most people were like me - suggested that all of my cock would fit perfectly inside). The color, however, didn't detract from the rest of the total package.