Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 20

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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 19 - 43/104 = 41.35%)

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~~~ Week 19 - Wednesday ~~~

On the way to pick up Alissa, we stopped by the Kruger place, fixed the sign again, and downloaded the video clips. It was David. Maria suggested that we get clips from three consecutive days - to prove that it was a continual problem and not a one-time incident (even though we all already knew that to be true).

The hotel manager came out to chat while we were working. He didn't have any complaints - just thanked us for working hard and staying out of the way of the patrons.

I tried to get Alissa to drive us to the diner, but she refused once again.

Around mid-afternoon, when I returned from the truck to find Alissa down on her hands and knees - like she had been when Emily was excavating her cunt with her tongue. I froze in my tracks.

Emily looked up at me and then tracked where my eyes were pointing.

"Seriously?" she asked.

Alissa turned to look at her and then followed her eyes to me - which led to her figuring out (immediately) what my problem was. She had the audacity to nibble her bottom lip, shake her ass, and give me a doe-eyed look. I groaned and walked away.

I avoided the two of them for the rest of the day. That seemed to be the best approach.

I didn't have a session planned for that night - and it had been a while since we'd visited with our favorite lawyer. We called Maria and asked if we could bring a pizza and come over.

We ate the pizza and then Maria ate Emily while I fucked the lawyer doggy-style - holding her wonderful rump in my hands as I plowed her perfect pussy.

Once everybody had cum (and Emily had sucked Maria's juices from my cock), we gave Maria kisses and hugs - and then headed for home.

That night, I had a wet dream.

~~~ Week 19 - Thursday ~~~

I woke up as the spunk shot from my cock and filled my underwear. I usually slept naked. I was certainly glad that I had worn boxers to bed that night!

I vividly remembered the dream that had led up to my nocturnal emission. I'd had my cock buried inside of Alissa's cunt. The video was still playing in my head as I showered the evidence of my sin from my body.

"You okay?" Emily asked, as she joined me.

"Wet dream," I said, shamefacedly.

"Who?" she asked.

I snort-laughed. It didn't bother her that I'd had my first wet dream since she'd hooked up with me - she just wanted to know who my subconscious was pairing me with.

"Alissa," I admitted.

She took over scrubbing me and getting me cleaned up. She gave me kisses and got me dried off.

We got dressed, got into the truck, and drove by to download the newest video of David pulling up the "For Sale" sign and throwing it onto the ground.

We picked up Alissa, returned to the hotel for our last day of work, and got started on our tasks.

The girls were whispering - so I stayed away. Whether Emily was going to tell her what had happened or not - I knew that I wouldn't be able to face Alissa without blushing and stammering out the details - so I just avoided the whole mess.

Lunch was quiet. I drove to the diner, we used the restroom, sat in our usual both, drank the drinks that the waitress had waiting for us, and then devoured the daily specials that she'd brought to the table without having to wait for us to tell her what we wanted.

I dropped the tip on the table, paid at the counter, and gave her a wave as we left.

We finished up our work with just under an hour left in the day. We called Reynolds, had him come do the wrap-up survey with the manager, and then shook hands with everyone, loaded our stuff, and headed for home.

"You have a session tonight?" Emily asked me.

"Uh ... not really a session ...," I said.

"Oh! That's right," she said, patting Alissa's hand. "You're taking the photographer's cherry tonight. I forgot."

I glanced over at my fiancée.

"You're free tomorrow night, right?" she asked.

"I think so," I said, still wondering what was up.

"I want to celebrate the hotel job," she said. "I thought we'd take Alissa out for dinner, maybe find someplace to dance a little ..."

"Sure ...," I said.

I shot her another look, but she was nodding to Alissa and not paying attention to me. I didn't remember celebrating other jobs when we had finished them. It didn't matter. I was going to be doing whatever she wanted to do anyway.

We dropped Alissa off. I gave her a little wave when she looked up at me. She smiled and waved back. I looked away as she trotted up the sidewalk - avoiding staring at her ass in her work-jeans.

Emily and I got home, grabbed a TV dinner, climbed into the shower to get cleaned up, and then I got dressed. She and Maggie had picked out my clothes - wanting to make sure that the blonde photographer's night was perfect.

I was wearing a button-up shirt, a nice pair of slacks, and had a small bouquet of flowers to take with me.

I traded vehicles, drove to the address Maggie had given me, and walked up to the door, carrying the flowers.

The business manager, Lyla, answered the door. She ran her eyes up and down my body like I wasn't wearing clothes, licking her lips. I suddenly knew what the packages of meat in the case at the grocery store felt like.

"She's almost ready," she said. "I'd ask you to step in but I'm not sure I trust myself to keep my hands off of you."

"Ah ... I'm good then, thanks," I said.

She smiled - like a lion would smile at an antelope.

"Oh, hey, are those for me?" the adorable little blonde said, as she appeared behind her mother and deftly navigated around her.

She was in a little red cocktail dress that made her look like a million bucks. I numbly extended the flowers, wrapped in simple floral paper. She took them, brought them to her nose, took in their scent, and then turned to her mother.

"Put these in a vase, please?" she asked.

Her mother finally took her eyes off of me. She accepted the flowers.

"Certainly, baby girl," she said. "Don't stay out too late."

The blonde laughed and said, "I intend to have him to myself for a bit before I bring him home and risk you trying to take him away from me, mother. That being said, I want my first time to be in my bed so I won't be gone long - because I don't know how long I can resist the desire to shred his clothes before I have him shred my hymen. I've had far too many days to plan this and I'm about to lose my mind."

I offered her my arm. She took it and we headed for the car.

"I'm ... Augie," I said.

"That's not your real name, is it?" she guessed.

"It's Sam," I said quietly.

She leaned closer and said, "I'll try not to scream your real name later - when I'm cumming on your cock - but I appreciate you being honest with me."

"Considering that you plan to give me your virginity, I think it's only fair," I replied.

We took a couple more steps before I asked her the same question that she had asked me.

"April," she said, smiling brightly.

"Can I have a kiss, April?" I asked.

She jumped into my arms, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed the hell out of me. I relaxed my grip on her when I needed to breathe but she held on a bit longer before letting me go.

I was out of breath for most of the rest of the trip. She held my fingers in hers as we walked the rest of the way to the car.

I opened the passenger door and waited for her to climb in. She kissed my cheek and dropped onto the seat. She pulled the bottom of her dress up enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties under it. My cock was almost immediately at full attention. Since she was watching the crotch of my pants - to gauge my reaction - her opposing reaction was almost as instantaneous. Her giggle was doing really bad things to my balls.

I carefully shut the door and then walked to my side of the car like a bow-legged cowboy. She was snickering when I slid behind the wheel.

"That was mean," I accused, grinning at her.

"You are so adorable," she said. "I watched you fuck five roller-derby mamas and then eat my mother's cunt like a pro - and you get flustered when I flash my pussy at you. You've already had that cock of yours all over my virginal little cunt - or did you forget?"

"I didn't forget," I promised.

She turned and faced forward. I took the hint and started the car.

We went to a nice restaurant, ate a nice (if tiny) meal, and then found a club that allowed 18-year-olds inside. We danced to a few songs. She hugged my ribs (after putting my palms on her ass) and we swayed together as I thought about how tiny she was - almost as small as Emily - and how much I was looking forward to making my cock fit inside of her.

"I don't know if I can wait until we get home," she whispered. "I don't want my first time to be in the back seat of a car but I'm so fucking horny right now ..."

"I could eat you out," I offered.

She looked up into my eyes for a moment - and then I saw when she made her decision. She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the restrooms.

She pulled me into the women's restroom and looked down the line of stalls. All of the doors were shut and latched. Two women were waiting. They turned to look at us.

"Shit!" April complained.

I saw a stub of pipe sticking out of the far wall that had been capped. It obviously didn't go anywhere anymore - which meant that it wouldn't be too hot for her to hold onto. It made me think of a handle. I picked April up by the waist and carried her to the wall. I turned her around so that her back was to the heavily-painted concrete blocks.

"Hold onto that pipe," I said.

I knelt, scooped my hands under her ass, and lifted her into the air. As soon as she got the pipe in her right fist, I stuck my head between her thighs and pushed my face up, inside of her dress, at her pretty little pussy.

As my lips and tongue got to her slit, I felt her left hand press against the back of my head - through the material of her clinging outfit - as she steadied herself for what was to come.

"Oh, fuck, yes ...," she hissed.

I had barely even gotten my tongue inside of her slit - and not even near the mouth of her cunt - when she was already gasping for air.

Behind me, I could hear the click of camera shutters as the other occupants of the restroom snapped pictures of April and me.

The little blonde photographer's pussy was dripping with sweet nectar. I lapped and licked and tried to keep up. She moaned and writhed and - I think she came again.

I avoided her clitoris - and didn't really bother with her vaginal entrance - other than lapping at her juices. I mostly just licked her like an ice cream cone on a sunny day until she finally stopped melting.

"Sam ... er ... I mean Augie ...," she stammered. "You can ... you can stop. I'm better now."

I heard a woman behind me chuckle.

Another said, "I'd like him to make me better."

I pulled my head out from under her dress, held her in one hand while I fixed her clothes with my other, and then lowered her down. Her arms went around my neck. My face was still wet with her juices. She didn't seem to mind. Her lips found mine and she kissed the fuck out of me.

When she finally had to stop - to catch her breath - she looked past my head - and finally noticed that we had an audience. She giggled. I scooped her into my arms, turned, and carried her out of the restroom.

"You'd better hang onto that one, honey," one older woman told her.

"I intend to," April told her, studying my face as she answered.

I headed back towards the dance floor, but she told me that she was ready to head home.

I guided her to the passenger side of the vehicle, but she informed me that she was going to be riding on my lap. I wasn't quite sure how we were going to make it work - but she was adamant. I just hoped that we could get home without attracting the attention of a police officer.

She had me sit down and then she sat on my left thigh - with her legs across my lap. I eased the door shut, got the car started, and headed for her house.

We pulled up in front of her home. She unlatched the door and climbed out.

"Carry me, please," she said. "I love being held by you."

I picked her up - like I had at the club - and carried her to the door. Her mother opened up as we approached.

"You're back early," Lyla said.

"Move!" her daughter growled at her.

I carried her past her mother and then followed her directions until we arrived at a young woman's bedroom. She climbed down, closed the door, and locked it. She began working to pull her dress off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She immediately set to working on getting my clothes off of me. I helped as much as I could, but she was working frantically, and my fingers were simply getting in the way. I finally just let her do it.

As soon as we were both naked, she pulled me towards her bed, threw back the covers, and then pulled me onto the mattress with her. In a flash, she was on her back - with her legs spread wide - and she had me between her thighs, with my penis at her entrance, pulling on my aching cock, trying to get it inside of her.

I groaned as she impatiently tugged on me. Pre-cum oozed from my prick and mingled with the natural lubricant that her body was providing - in anticipation of our climactic joining.

"Fuck me ... please ... Sam," she whispered. "I need you so badly. I've wanted you since the first time I watched you slide that cock of yours into Shiela."

I nudged the head of my cock into her entrance and looked into her eyes.

"It's alright," she promised. "I'm ready. I've all but torn it away with my finger these last few days, eagerly anticipating this night. Just promise me one thing."

"Name it," I said.

"Don't fuck my mother before you leave," she said.

I chuckled at her.

"I'm serious," she said. "Let me have this - you - to myself - just tonight."

"My fiancée," I said. "She'll want to taste you on me - and then she may want to fuck."

"That ... that's fine - and really kind of hot," she said. "She lets you ...?"

I grinned and said, "She's kind of freaky ..."

"She's small - like me - with the lavender hair?" she guessed.

I nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "Make me cum all over that cock of yours and then ignore my mother and take my sexy-sauce home to your lady."

"You ready?" I asked.

"Hell, yes ...," she said. Her voice changed to a whisper. "Fuck me ... Sam. Fuck me til I scream."

As I pushed into her, her face tightened. The crown slipped in and she took a breath. I paused and gave her time. She nodded and I pushed a little more. I hit her hymen and paused again. She nodded and I pushed - and pushed - and then (suddenly) half of my cock was inside of her.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Keep going! Yes ..."

I pushed - slowly again - and inch by inch - her tiny little pussy took almost all of me before there was no more room."

"Holy fuck, you're massive!" she moaned. "In and out - slowly at first."

I slid out of her and then back in. She nodded and I did it again. She laid her head back against the pillow.

"Fuck me now, lover," she said. "Make me cum - this time on your cock."

I studied her face as I slid my penis in and out of her - over and over again. Her breathing calmed and she looked up at me - watching me as I watched her. She smiled at me and caressed my cheek. She pursed her lips and I gave her a quick kiss. She laid her head back but kept her fingers on my cheek - touching me and caressing me as I made love to her.

When her release started getting close, her other hand came up and pressed against my other cheek. She held my face in her hands as her breathing grew more and more ragged.

"That ... that was beautiful, Sam," she whispered, "but now I need you to fuck me."

She grabbed my ears and she pulled. She kept pulling until I got up to the speed that she wanted - then she threw her hands to the sides of her body, grabbed at the bedcovers, and gripped them in her fists as I plowed her like a cheap whore.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ..." she moaned.

Her tiny little twat clamped down on my cock and I slid all of the way to the bottom and painted her womb with my splooge.

"I ... I feel it," she moaned. "God, that's so fucking hot!"

Her eyes opened and her hands came back to my cheeks, touching me gently.

"Please tell me that we can do this again," she whispered.

"I would like that," I told her.

"Give me another one of those perfect kisses and then you get your ass home to your lady. Tell her that I said, 'Thank you.'"

I tapped the glasses and said, "She already knows."

April's mouth hung open - and then she gave a wicked smile.

"That's so fucking hot! Thank you ..."

"Emily," I said.

"Thank you, Emily. He's wonderful. Thank you for sharing him with me."

I got another hot kiss from the little blonde photographer and then she lay in her bed, watching me, as I got dressed. I pulled her covers up, tucked her in, and bent down to give her another kiss.

"Thank you," she said.

"It was absolutely my pleasure," I told her.

I put my hand on the light switch, and she nodded. I killed the light and left the room.

Her mother was waiting in the hall. I skirted around her, evading her arms and fingers, and headed for the exit. She huffed at me but let me go without a fight.

I drove to Moretti Motors, traded vehicles, and headed for home.

Emily met me with a kiss.

"That was beautiful," she said. "You did good, hot stuff."

She pulled me to our bed, stripped me naked, sucked April's nectar from my cock, and then rolled onto her back and ordered me to fuck her the same way I had just fucked the blonde.

I looked into her eyes and made love to her until she was primed - which didn't take long. After that, I fucked her hard and managed to find a small load of spunk to dump into her cunt.

We turned off the lights and cuddled together to fall asleep.

~~~ Week 19 - Friday ~~~

We got up, showered, got dressed, ran by the house to download the videos and fix the realtor sign, and then went to pick up Alissa.

As we drove to Elena's, Emily updated us on our job list.

"Maggie says that the manager from Howard Johnson's called back," she said.

"Fuck!" I gasped. "What'd we forget? Reynolds looked at ..."

"We didn't mess up," Emily said, preempting the rest of my argument. "After we left, they got to looking at what we had done, and they came up with a few more things they want. Reynolds wants us to swing by there once we get finished at Elena's. He thinks we can knock out the rest of what they want between this afternoon and tomorrow."

"We were going to go out ...," I complained.

"We'll have to wait a week," Emily said.

We pulled into Elena Moretti's, each grabbed our gear, and got to work.

We were wrapping up - a little ahead of schedule - when my favorite biker appeared.

"Hi girls," she called out, pointedly ignoring me.

Alissa and Emily greeted her.

I stood and waited, somewhat patiently. Finally, she turned and grinned at me.

"Oh! Hello, Sam," she said, grinning. "I didn't see you there."

I think I might have pouted.

Her grin turned wicked, and she came over and placed her right hand in the middle of my chest. I held my breath. She leaned up and planted a kiss on my lips. She stepped back and I slowly realized that my body was running out of oxygen. I had to force myself to start breathing again.

Elena shook her head at me, smiling, and turned towards my coworkers. Emily laughed and looked from me to our client.

"He's just a love-sick puppy," Emily told her.

Elena looked back at me. I was still grinning like an idiot. She winked at the girls and then headed for the house. Halfway there, she turned to make sure I was staring at her ass in those painted-on jeans.