Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 26

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 22 - 48/104 = 46.15%)

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~~~ Week 22 - Friday ~~~

I woke up to a steamy mouth enveloping my cock. I glanced at the time. We'd gone to bed early and - apparently - the girls had woken up horny. April was trying to get my cock into her throat while Emily was bent backwards over the end of the bed, lapping and sucking the blonde's cunt.

April gagged. There were tears in her eyes.

"Don't force yourself, Lovebug," Emily told her. "You have plenty of time to practice. Go slow. I'll figure out what I did with my old dildo, and you can work your way up to taking all of him."

I reached down and brushed her bangs out of her face. The corners of her lips curled into a smile, but it was tough to make out with my prick shoved between them.

April was doing a fabulous job - but we were running out of time. Emily had gotten her to cum once, but she was still working frantically to get me to climax.

Another look at the clock told me that I needed to get these two satisfied soon. I pulled my cock away from the lusty blonde and rolled off of the bed.

"April, crawl to the headboard," I ordered. "Emily, get back under her again."

April was still on her hands and knees. Emily crawled under her, grabbed the blonde's ass, and pulled her pussy down onto her face. I mounted my former classmate and then used one hand to molest her breasts while I used the other to squeeze and grope April's ass.

I pounded Emily until she came. I grabbed April's hips, pulled her towards me, spun her onto her back beside Emily, and shoved my cock inside of her. The two of them made out as I plowed the photographer's cunt - fast and furious. When she came, I shoved all of the way inside of her and told my balls to start. I reached to my left, grabbed Emily's ass, and pulled her over. After three jets fired inside of April, I pulled out, switched pussies, and pumped the rest into Emily.

I left the two of them 69-ing, turned off the alarm, and headed for the shower. They were still going at it when I got out. I swatted them both on the bare ass and told them to get in the shower.

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At Elena's, we kept the same jobs that we had done the week before. I asked Emily about her switching with April, but she said the flower beds were almost done, and she was going to have to actually walk around and look things over before she could figure out what to work on next. For some reason, she turned down my offer to let her run the weed-hacker.

"The weed hacker, Verne. The weed hacker."

Mrs. Moretti did not make a cameo appearance this week. I'm not sure that I was the only one who was disappointed. I asked Alissa if she had started saving for her bike. She nodded enthusiastically. She said that Maggie was still waiting to hear about the dealer that she was supposed to visit. She didn't seem concerned that things were moving slowly. She wanted to get a little bit of a down-payment built up.

After a midday potty break and lunch, we returned to Mr. Forester's home to continue our work there. We would need to spend half of Saturday here as well.

As I worked, my mind traveled to our job - earlier in the week. I wondered how many new clients we'd end up with as a result of the make-over we'd given Mrs. Cunningham's yard prior to her son's wedding.

Quitting time approached and I started thinking about what was on the docket for the evening. The judge's wife had contacted Maggie, and I was, apparently, headed back there again. I wondered how things would play out this time.

We wrapped things up and I gave Alissa a hug and a kiss on the temple. She was older than me - and should probably be the one kissing my temple - but I was larger and she just seemed like my little sister. She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"I love you, Honeybunch," I told her.

"I love you too, Fatdick," she said, laughing.

I shook my head at her, grinning, and headed for the truck.

The girls gave her hugs and kisses. We'd gotten the truck for Alissa, thinking that she'd be giving April rides to work. April hadn't spent one night at her house - her mother's house - since that day. We still needed the second truck because we wouldn't all fit in mine - but Alissa was usually riding by herself. It all worked out. It definitely made hauling the nursery items to the job-sites easier.

The girls decided on street tacos for dinner. We visited the two brothers, got a bag for each of us, and sat down at one of the picnic tables there to eat our food while it was hot.

Once our food was gone, we headed home, stripped off our grubby work clothes, and all got in the shower. April and Emily were getting handsy again - giggling and carrying on. I got cleaned up and made my escape. They were just getting out of the shower when I slipped out of the back door. Emily yelled at me to take the glasses. I told her that the judge's wife had already seen me without them. She informed me that she intended to watch... I took the glasses. April gave me a lusty kiss while Emily went to grab them.

"You doing okay, Lovebug?" I asked her.

"Yeah, why?" she asked.

"Just making sure," I told her.

"I love you, Fatdick," she purred.

"I wish you guys would pick a different nickname," I complained.

"Why?" Emily asked, handing me the glasses. "It's accurate."

"It's not exactly kosher in public," I replied.

She just rolled her eyes and gave me a quick kiss.

"Bring us home a snack," she said.

"Yeah...," April agreed, grinning broadly.

My cock was already getting hard, just thinking about their little shared fetish.

If I remembered right, the last time I had gone to the judge's house, I had taken Maggie's car. It probably wouldn't be a good look to pull up in the landscaping truck. I ran by Moretti Motors to swap for the Corolla.

It was nearly dusk by the time I got to the house. I checked my face in the rearview mirror and climbed out. I strolled up the walk to see a Post-it note stuck to the front door. My phone chimed. It was a message from Emily, reminding me to turn on the glasses. I turned them on, connected them to the phone, and waited for her to signal that I was live streaming.

The note on the door said to come straight to the bedroom. I grabbed the note, opened the door, and slipped inside. I debated on whether or not I should lock the door. In the end, I decided that - if the judge's wife was comfortable leaving it unlocked for me - it wouldn't hurt to stay unlocked while I was here. I laid the note on the breakfast island and headed down the hall. I thought about undressing but decided to wait until I saw what she was up to.

The bedroom door was almost fully closed. There was a dim light within. I pushed it open a little, saw that she was on the bed, and stepped inside.

Several things happened all at once. The first thing was that I noticed that my lover was gagged - and her hands were behind her back. When I saw that her ankles were tied together, my eyes traveled back to her face. I noticed two things. First, her eyes were wide. Second, she was looking behind me. That was the moment that a handkerchief was pressed to my face. Instinctively, I sucked in a breath to yell... or something.

Unfortunately, when somebody presses a handkerchief to your face, it's a bad idea to breathe in sharply - especially if that handkerchief is doused in chloroform. Also, unfortunately, there's not much you can do to shove the handkerchief away if your attacker has a Taser in their other hand and they choose to employ it at the base of your neck.

Chloroform doesn't work as fast as they show in the movies but a couple minutes of breathing the stuff is long enough to put you down for several minutes to an hour. I'm not sure how long I breathed in the sedatory fumes, but everything went black before I could fight back.

~~~ Emily's perspective ~~~

"What the fuck?!" I gasped. "What just happened?"

"Is that woman supposed to be tied up?" April asked.

A hand wrapped around the lens of Sam's glasses and pulled them off of his face. Sam was lying on the floor. As the glasses spun around, I caught a glimpse of the judge's face.

"Shit!" I gasped.

I grabbed my phone and frantically called Maggie's number.

"Call Alissa," I told April. "Tell her the judge just knocked Sam out! Tell her that the judge was at the house and his wife is tied up and looks scared."

Maggie finally answered.

"The judge is at the house! He did something and knocked Sam out. We saw it on the glasses!"

"Call Maria," she ordered. "I'll call Liz and Carly and have Alissa call 9-1-1. Do you have your father's gun?"

"No," I answered.

"Okay. We're coming to get you..."

I hung up with Maggie and called Maria. I tried to stay calm, but I was crying by the time she answered. Between sobs, I told her everything. She ordered me to get my shit together. She said that she'd meet us there and bring a trauma counselor with her.

"Get dressed," I told April. "Maggie's coming to get us."

"That's what Alissa said," April replied. "She hung up with me when Maggie yelled at her to call 9-1-1."

April and I threw clothes on over the sexy lingerie that we'd been wearing to surprise Sam. As soon as we were dressed we headed out the front door to wait by the side of the street.

Five minutes later, Maggie came racing up. Alissa was still on the phone. Maggie signaled for us to get in. We were barely inside of the car before she peeled out.

"Alissa's still on with 9-1-1. Liz and Carly are en route," she whispered.

"Maria's grabbing a trauma counselor and heading there," I whispered back.

"You okay?" Maggie asked quietly.

"Maria told me to get my shit together," I replied.

She reached a hand back over the seat. I squeezed her fingers - and held them for a moment. She pulled them back up so she could make a right turn at a much faster speed than I'd ever seen her take one before. She was keeping it together but - when I looked at her face in the rearview mirror - there was murder in her eyes.

Carly met us at the street. Maria pulled up behind us. A woman that I'd never met before got out of her passenger side. Carly held up her hands as we all tried to talk at once.

"The 9-1-1 operator told me that the situation is stabilized," Alissa said.

Carly nodded and said, "Liz is with them - and so is our hostage negotiator."

She turned to the woman who had arrived with Maria.

"I can take you back there," Carly told her.

She looked at the rest of us.

"I need the rest of you to wait here, please," she said.

"Go," Maria told the officer.

Carly nodded at the lawyer - and then the new lady. She turned and walked to the house - a fast walk. The trauma counselor followed just as quickly.

Maria wrapped Maggie and me in hug - and then pulled the other two in as well. When I started getting teary-eyed again, she told me to knock it off.

I hiccup-laughed. April wrapped me in a hug. Alissa hugged Maggie.

"It's stabilized," Maria reminded us.

My body was filled with nervous energy. I had never wanted to hit, stab, or kill something so badly in my entire life.

~~~ Liz's perspective ~~~

"Do we kick it in?"

"Try it first," Carly argued.

I reached out and twisted the knob. It was open. I pushed too hard, and the door bounced off of the wall as it swung open too quickly.

"City police! Lay down your weapons! Do not make me use force! I know you have hostages! Do not make this worse!"

"You can come in," I heard the judge say. "I'm not armed. I've untied Shirley. The boy is still unconscious, but he should wake soon."

"Hands in the air, Judge. Step into the hall, facing away from us. We both have our weapons out. Don't give us a reason to shoot you."

"I'm not. I know I screwed up."

My heart seized in my chest as an arm and then a shoulder appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. He was facing away. He was sliding to his right. He was in position.

"I'm sending my partner up to handcuff you. Do not move, Judge."

"I won't. I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I was actually relieved when I realized he was transmitting. I knew I was busted and reality finally set in."

Carly holstered her weapon, got out her cuffs, and we moved closer - staying together - step by step.

"Tense moments, here, Judge," I told him. "Hold very still. Let Carly move your hands. You do not move. Please don't fuck this up."

"I won't."

Carly snapped the cuff on the right wrist and grabbed the left, pulling back just a bit to set him off-balance. She brought the right around and down - and then pinned it behind him. She brought the left down and around, and cuffed that wrist to the other one.

I was still holding my breath.

"I'm going to turn you," Carly told him. "180 degrees. I'm going to help you to your knees, and I want you to sit on them."

"Okay," he answered.

Carly turned him to face me and then helped him kneel and then sit down. I finally let out the breath that I had been holding.

"Where's Sam?" I asked him.

"The boy? Shirley is with him."

The radio squawked, informing me that backup had arrived.

"You got him, Carlz?"

"Yeah, go meet them," she said.

As I headed down the hall, she keyed her radio and told the incoming officers that the situation was looking stable but cautioned everyone to keep their eyes open.

The first person I saw was the captain. He had the hostage negotiator with him. I grabbed the negotiator and spun - heading back inside of the house. The captain followed, his hand on the butt of his service weapon.

The judge was still kneeling beside Carly. I left my visitors with them and went to check on Shirley and Sam.

I eased inside of the bedroom to find Shirley sitting on the bed with Sam's head in her lap.

"How did you lift him?" I asked her.

"Walter helped me," she said. "As soon as he realized that Sam was broadcasting on his phone, all of the fire went out of him. Up to that point, I was sure I was dead - both of us. I don't know how he thought he was going to get away with it but - once he saw that somebody was watching the video - he knew you were on your way. He apologized, untied me, and then helped me get Sam up here."

She gently stroked her fingers over Sam's forehead.

"I'll track down a paramedic and be back," I told her.

She nodded.

Carly followed me outside. I caught her up on everything Shirley had said. I grabbed the first paramedic I saw. Carly said that she'd stay and watch for Maggie and the others. We'd need them to remain outside and not get in the middle of this.

The captain and the hostage negotiator had moved the judge to the front room. I escorted the paramedic through and led him down the hall. Shirley showed him where the handkerchief and the Taser were. He checked the handkerchief quickly and then opened up his box of supplies and got to work.

I took a position at the end of the hallway, right outside of the bedroom - just keeping an eye on things.

On the way here, I had imagined so many bad endings - and so many crime-scene experts that we would need to employ to take the body of evidence and turn it into a reenactment of what happened. I was so relieved that this was ending peacefully.

Sam might have a headache - but - compared to what could have been - that was nothing. I was withholding judgement on what would happen with the judge - but I was so happy that things had turned out the way they had - and not just because I didn't want to write up the paperwork!

I saw Carly come in the door. She had a friend of Maria's with her - a trauma counselor. God love her! I nodded at my partner. She turned and headed back outside. If Maria was here and Carly was going back outside, then that meant that Maggie and the others were here as well.

I heard Sam gasping for air and cursing and couldn't help but snicker. I was so relieved! I made the Sign of the Cross, offering a quick prayer of thanks. I spread my feet a little wider. I still held my position, but I was finally starting to feel like maybe I could relax.

~~~ Sam's perspective ~~~

I have no clue what they put in smelling salt but they're awful! I looked up, into the face of a paramedic - who smiled. Fingers stroked over my forehead, and I glanced upward to see my former lover. My head was lying in her lap.

"Was it good for you?" I asked.

She started crying.

"Hey...," I said. "Hey."

She leaned over onto me, surrounding my face with her face, arms, and breasts.

"It's alright," I told her.

The paramedic moved his box and asked me to sit up but not to try standing.

The judge's wife tried to help me up, but the medic told her to let me do it so that he could watch.

Once he gave her permission, she wrapped herself around me. Her lips went to my cheek and then my mouth.

"I'm so sorry!" she apologized.

"Hey," I told her. "We already knew he was a dick, right?"

She sob-laughed. I pulled her onto my lap and held her in my arms.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, looking her over.

I looked at the medic.

"She was tied up," I told him. "Do you need to check her over?"

"I'm fine," she insisted.

She squeezed me and then kissed my lips again.

"I'm just glad you're okay," she told me.

She caught my chin in her fingers and pulled my face towards hers. I looked into her eyes.

"Walter realized he messed up when he saw that your glasses were transmitting through your phone. All of the anger went out of him and he just kind of melted. He untied me and then I had him help me get you onto the bed. He sat in the corner and waited for everybody to come. The two female officers got here first and got him cuffed. I think he's sitting with counselors or something now."

I nodded.

"Sam, if he's telling them the same things he told me, he's realized that he brought this on himself and he's ready to sit down with a marriage counselor with me and get this fixed. I told him that the first step was for him to resign. Sam, he agreed."

I nodded again.

"As long as he sticks to what he promised me, I'm willing to make this work. I still love him. Is it possible to convince you not to press charges?"

"I don't have a beef with him," I told her. "I'm just glad he didn't hurt you. If he had, I'd probably still want to kill him."

She hugged my neck.

"You idealistic fool," she whispered. "If you must know, the only man that I'd ever leave him for would be you. You made me feel like a teenager again that night. Hell, right now!"

She snickered and kissed me again on the lips.

"Last one," she promised, giving me one more quick peck. "I need to behave now and go sit down with my husband and get this fixed."

I nodded and gave her one last squeeze.

The paramedic looked back and forth between us.

"I'll follow you out," he said. "I still want to see how steady you are on your feet."

He stood and called to Liz. She stuck her head in the door.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Never better, sexy," I told her.

"I'm on duty," she said, grinning. "It's Officer Sexy."

"Oh!" I said. "Sorry, Officer Sexy. Is it okay if I grab my glasses and phone or are you taking them in for evidence?"

"There's only one thing I'd like to take in for evidence," she said, grinning and eyeing my crotch, "but my captain would object. You can grab your stuff. Thankfully, this isn't a crime scene. I'll walk you two up front and make sure everything's going well."

I nodded, grabbed my things, and helped the judge's wife navigate around the paramedic as we headed for the hallway.

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I sat in an armchair until the negotiator and the trauma counselor asked me a couple questions. After that, they told me that I could go.

I got a little nervous when the judge stood - but he pulled his wife up to stand beside him.