Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 29

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 24 - 52/104 = 50.00%)

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~~~ Week 24 - Tuesday ~~~

Up, showered, swing by the nursery, and back on-site by seven in the morning. I was really only awake because the girls had already been a little frisky in the shower. They had thoroughly enjoyed the "show" the night before and then - when I got home and was still horny enough to fuck both of them... They were both very agreeable to me hooking up with Lily Ward's mom whenever she came around again.

As I worked on my tasks, I thought back over the previous evening's session. I had not anticipated enjoying the whole "gloryhole" idea that much. I still shuddered when I thought of most of the videos that I had seen online. However, the little roleplay session with Jennifer Ward had been highly enjoyable.

Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. We loaded into the truck, ran to the diner, and stopped in the bathroom to relieve ourselves and wash our hands before we ate.

As usual, the drinks were waiting for us and the waitress waved and hollered that our food was just a few minutes away. I took a big drink of my sugary soda. I drank water the rest of the day but - at lunch - I sucked down the syrupy beverage like a hummingbird. The caffeine didn't hurt either.

Emily called Maggie and we checked in on how Brian, they, and Lena were doing. She reported that Brian was fine, they were bored, and Lena was hanging in there. We told them that we loved them and then hung up to dig into our meals.

On the way back to the job-site, Emily anticipated (since I hadn't already asked) my usual question.

"We're on-schedule, I think," she said. "At most, we'll need an extra half-hour. No need to bust your balls to hurry."

"Save those balls for me," April giggled.

"I've decided - after that last attempt - that I'm not hurrying anymore," I told her.

"Yeah, that was definitely a failed experiment," she agreed.

"Before you ask," April jumped in, "you *do* have a session tonight. I was wanting to just lay around and fuck but Emily says you've got another hot mom to tend to."

"Well," Emily said, "we don't know how hot she is..."

"Oh... right...," April said.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Natalia Popova's mom - Yulia," Emily answered, "marital status unknown."

"Natalia was...," I began.

"Different," Emily finished, nodding.

"Different how?" April asked.

"Had an accent, acted like she didn't care what people thought, but wore too much makeup and these huge eyelashes," Emily replied.

I just nodded - and then added, "Cocktease. I never heard one guy say that he'd been out with her."

I spent the afternoon trying to imagine what Natalia Popova's mom was going to look like - and how she would act. I could only assume that her accent would be even stronger than her daughter's.

Emily started calling the client and Mr. Reynolds just after five o'clock. While we waited on them, we hurriedly finished the last little bit that we had left to do - and then April rushed around to snap her photos of what everything looked like at the end. I started carrying things to the truck. Emily went to meet our inspectors.

"You finished on time - even though you're down a crewmember," Mr. Mason said. "Everything looks fabulous - not that I had any concerns. I looked at several of your projects before I called Maggie."

"We appreciate your business," I told the man, shaking his hand.

The girls shook his hand as well and accepted his appreciation - and offered their own. We moved back to the truck to let Mr. Reynolds finish his chat with the man. Soon he was headed our way.

"How are the girls doing?" he asked. "I didn't want to bug them. Lena seems to be holding down the fort."

"They're bored," Emily reported. "Brian's spleen is a concern and they'll likely be there for the week."

Reynolds nodded and said, "I'd gotten that much. Well done here. Any concerns for the week's schedule?"

"The Quality Inn job was probably going to push into Saturday anyway," Emily told him. "It may end up being the whole day - rather than just the morning."

He nodded and said, "That's what I had guessed. I'm available on Saturday if you need me to step in."

"That's nice of you Mr. Reynolds," April said.

He gave her a bright smile and said, "I won't say that I don't miss the work but it's been nice leaving everything to Sam and Emily - and now the rest of you. I continue to get nothing but praise from the clients and - as the primary owner of these businesses - that's exactly what I want to hear. What are your thoughts on doing a little before and after picture book like you did for Mrs. Cunningham - for each client?"

"I could...," she said. "I'd need a couple hours in the evening."

"How about this?" he said. "5% raises for everybody then and you, my little bright star, can bill for the extra hours."

"Can Emily bill for her design-work?" she asked.

He turned to look at Emily.

"You're doing that after hours?" he asked.

She nodded.

"That's my oversight," he told her. "I should have known - with you being on-site with everybody else - that those activities were taking your free time. You coordinate those design activities with Maggie?"

Emily nodded again.

"If that's true, then I owe you several hours...," he said.

"You've been fair to me - and the new girls," Emily told him. "If you feel like it, we really enjoyed our spa-day the other day. Maybe we could have another - maybe the next time we have a free Saturday afternoon?"

"I haven't seen the bills from the last one yet but I think that's a generous counter-offer and I'm going to go ahead and authorize that. Can you let Maggie know?"

"She's included as well, right?" Emily asked.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to piss in her Wheaties if I can avoid it...," he said, grinning broadly. "We're at the point where this all falls apart without her."

"I'm glad you agree," Emily said, grinning even more broadly than Mr. Reynolds had been.

Ron turned to me.

"What do you do with your evenings while they're all working?" he asked.

"I... uh...," I stammered.

"Ah, yes, still working on that bucket-list of yours... How's that going?"

"I'm about halfway through," I replied.

"How many weeks have you been at this?"

"24."

"No death threats yet?" he asked with a smirk.

"Ah... well..."

He held up his hands.

"More than I need to know...," he said. "Please keep yourself hale and whole - and earning me money, Mr. Fowler."

"I intend to, Mr. Reynolds," I replied.

He shook his head, smiling, and headed for the truck.

"Goodnight, ladies," he called out.

"Goodnight, Mr. Reynolds," they chorused in reply.

We finished packing our things, climbed into the truck, and headed for home.

We showered - with a few cuddles, gropes, and kisses - and then I got out and started getting ready for my evening session with Yulia Popova.

~~~ Week 24 - Yulia Popova (#053) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Natalia ~~~ Partner: Alexey

(married)

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The woman who answered the door looked just like an older version of her daughter. She had short bleach-blonde hair, oversized eyelashes, a full chest, and thin arms and legs.

Without speaking, she motioned me in and led me to the master bedroom. She pointed to the bathroom door.

"My 'usband is within," she said. "We play a game, he and I. I am the hot-wife. He likes to listen - to hear me with my lover. When you depart, he will come and have the... how you say... sloppy seconds..."

I nodded. The fact that her spouse was just on the other side of the closed door made me somewhat nervous. I glanced around the room but didn't see any cameras. She began to undress so I did as well.

Her white button-front shirt came off to reveal the plain black bra that I had been able to make out through the semi-transparent material. The dangly gold-colored earrings that hung from her ears swung back and forth as she moved. As her bra came off, her heavy breasts tumbled free. They swung back and forth as well. They were much more fun to watch.

Yulia Popova's nose was thin and fairly small. Her mouth was smaller as well - possibly even narrower than her daughter's. I suddenly wondered if Natalia had been conceived on a night where her mother had entertained a lover in addition to her father - and whether Yulia's husband was truly my classmate's father.

She slid the black skirt down her pantyhose-covered legs. The gauzy black material made her narrow legs seem even longer and sexier. She still had her black heels on.

As the skirt came away, I saw that her stockings only went to the top of her thighs. Her sex was covered by a black thong that matched her unadorned bra - simple but somehow still sexy. I realized I was holding my breath as she looked into my eyes and pulled the undergarment down. My hands were on the waistband of my boxers. I was frozen in anticipation.

She bent forward, peeled them down her hose-covered legs, and stepped out of them. She stood and revealed a well-trim (and narrow) landing strip of thick black fuzz that pointed at her slit. It ended about a half-inch above where her hooded clitoris was just peeking out from between her labia.

"You like?" she asked.

I nodded and dropped my boxers to the floor, stepping out of them.

I picked her up and set her on the bed. I leaned forward, pulled her legs over my shoulders, and brought my mouth to her sex. Her fingers instantly went into my hair.

"Why you no talk?" she asked.

She stopped talking as well - as soon as I sucked on her pussy-lips and then slicked my tongue up her slit. She began writhing and moaning instead.

I avoided the mouth of her vagina and her clitoris for the moment. I teased my tongue all around her vulva and the inside of her thighs and then sucked and nibbled at her - causing her to moan more loudly.

"The clitoris," she gasped. "It is sensitive. Not to suck."

I flicked her nub with the tip of my tongue and then lapped at it.

"Gentle...," she moaned.

I flattened my tongue and spun my head side to side.

"Too much... ugh!"

As soon as she started cumming, I just laid my tongue flat against her clitoris and held it there. Her fingers yanked on my hair and she held it in her fists as she endured that first climax.

When she recovered, she pulled my head up - and brought my lips to hers. She bit my lower lip and then kissed me hard.

"Play nice...," she growled.

I snickered at her and ducked down to see if I could get her to cum again.

I licked her slit, tongued her fuck-hole, and sucked on her pussy-lips. She pulled my hair some more, cursed in a language that I didn't know (probably Russian) and tried to guide me to where she wanted me.

"I wish to suck...," she moaned.

I stood and glanced at my cock - which was standing straight out from my body. She nodded.

I motioned for her to move to the center of the bed. She got onto her hands and knees and headed that way. I swooped in behind her and licked her cunt from behind. She giggled and shoved me away.

"Naughty boy...," she purred, as she rolled onto her back.

I climbed over her - head to toe. She took my cock and balls in hand. I buried my face back in her twat.

She was good enough that I - twice - got distracted from what I was doing. Somehow, despite the narrowness of her mouth, she got me all of the way down her throat. I didn't try to figure it out; I just took it at face value.

She swallowed a couple times and I thought I was going to be in trouble but then she pulled off of me and just sucked and tongued the head. I got Pandora's Box out and put it to work.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her vaginal entrance a few times but it didn't seem like I was going to get her off again without going after her clitoris. I thought that might piss her off - so I decided it was time to get my cock inside of her instead.

I pulled away from her, spun end to end, wrapped my arms around her and rolled us - bringing her on top of me.

She got onto her hands and knees. I fisted my cock and lined it up with her cunt. She eased down onto me with a groan. I let go of my prick and caught her swaying breasts in my hands.

"Suck them...," she ordered.

I was delighted that we were in agreement - because that's exactly what I had planned. Her nipples were fat and stiff and I sucked for all I was worth.

She moaned as she slid her pussy up and down on my cock. Her channel seemed to get a little tighter whenever I sucked especially hard on her nipples.

"Can we fuck the doggy?" she asked after several minutes.

I gave her generous breasts another quick squeeze and suck and then slid out from under her and got behind her.

"Yes...," she crowed.

I held her hip in my left hand and used my right to line us up. I gripped her other hip as well and slid inside of her. She thrust her ass back at me - trying to get me to fuck her deeper and harder. I gripped her a little tighter and slammed into her hard enough for my balls to swing up and slap against her vulva and clitoris.

"Squeeze the ass," she ordered. "Put the thumb in."

I gripped her ass and continued thrusting into her at a punishing pace. The change in position had thrown me off for a bit but I was building back towards a big finish once again. I teased my thumb up along the crack of her ass, as she'd requested.

"Push it in," she said more firmly.

"What the hell...?" I thought.

I stuck my thumb in my mouth, got it wet, grabbed her ass-cheek in my fist, and pushed my thumb against her little rosebud.

"Yes...," she said huskily, as she continued thrusting her ass back against my pelvis.

I pushed a little harder and it slipped inside. As soon as it went in, her cunt tightened up like a vice. It actually got hard to push in and out of her. I gritted my teeth and continued thrusting but - damn! - she was fucking tight!

"Harder! Deeper! Faster!" she demanded.

"Fuck!" I thought.

She shoved her face into the mattress and began moaning. Her pussy got a little wetter and that was all I needed. I gripped her ass like a giant grapefruit - with my thumb wedged inside - and pounded her harder and faster.

Her pussy started trembling and her body locked up. Some kind of animal sound came out of her as she began to climax. I opened up Pandora's Box, slammed into her a dozen more times, and then buried my cock as deep as it would go...

I squeezed her ass in both of my fists, shoved my thumb as far inside of her as it would go, and began dumping my load into her. Her cunt milked my cock like a constrictor. It started at the mouth of her cunt and rippled all the way to her depths - dragging every drop of my semen along with it.

I felt light-headed by the time I finished cumming.

I pulled out of her, climbed off of the bed, and started getting dressed.

"You want me to suck?" she asked.

"No, thanks," I said.

"You can wash - in the hall," she offered, glancing at my thumb.

I was holding it out, being careful to make sure that I kept from touching my clothes or anything with it. Her ass had felt clean but, as they say, "You never know where it's been."

I got dressed, stopped in the guest bathroom, scrubbed my hands, and headed out. She was still in the bedroom and it sounded like her husband had joined her. I locked the front door behind me and headed for the car.

I traded vehicles, drove home, and then headed inside.

"She was weird," April said.

"Taste his thumb," Emily teased.

"You first," April said, laughing.

They both tasted my penis and decided that she was just okay.

"One and done," Emily said.

"The last one was way better," April agreed.

I hit the bathroom and then joined them on the bed.

"How tired are you?" Emily asked.

"I'm alright I think, why?"

"Can we do that thing where we jerk you off with our pussies?" April asked.

"You can do that anytime you want," I said with a grin.

Emily and April laughed.

"Told you," Emily said.

I got onto my back and the two of them pretzeled their cunts around my prick - which was already standing tall in anticipation of what was coming.

I grabbed a tight little butt-cheek in each hand and squeezed encouragingly as they proceeded to convince my balls that there was a little something left in the tank for them.

It took them a while but they stuck with it and eventually they got their creamy reward. I threw my head back and groaned as the eruption began. They finished me - once again - with the head of my prick snuggled between their labia.

They cleaned me up and then proceeded to 69 to suck my goo from each other's pussies. I closed my eyes and was almost immediately asleep.

~~~ Week 24 - Wednesday ~~~

I woke up, squeezed the girls against my body, and kissed their perfect lips.

"Good morning, lover," Emily purred.

"Can we just stay in bed?" April begged.

I reached down, grabbed a handful of ass, and pulled her up for a kiss.

"Sorry, sexy," I told her. "We've got bills to pay."

"No we don't," she pouted, "and we got a raise."

"Did you talk to Maggie?" I asked Emily.

"Yeah, we're good. She said that she thought Reynolds knew I was doing layouts after hours but she's happy enough with another spa day. April and I will report our time to her, and it'll get added to our checks."

"You start on the photobook for Mason?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I did one for Douglas too. They should be ready after work. Mail them you think - or drop them off?"

"Drop them off," Emily and I said at the same time.

"Come on, you sexy bitches," I told them. "We need to get to the yard and get loaded. We're down a man."

"You mean we're down a bitch," April laughed.

We got up, got showered, and headed for the nursery. Emily called out items while April and I hustled to get them loaded.

"We may need to come back," I said. "We're down a truck."

"Got it covered," Emily replied. "This should just be the stuff for today and tomorrow."

"Roger, Roger," I said, giving her a mock salute and heading off on my next run.

We loaded up and headed for the Quality Inn. The manager on duty was waiting when we arrived.

"Sorry," I said. "We're one man short."

"No worries," she said. "The office lady just warned me that you'd want to run over the mock-ups before you started."

Emily got out her printouts and started going over things as April and I dug our stuff out. I let her grab the tools. I focused on carrying the heavier items. Emily was soon done and started pointing to where everything went.

She stopped me when she saw the two saplings that I was carrying.

"I'm switching those out," she said. "Take them back."

"Can we move them somewhere else and have less to grab on the next trip?" I asked.

She checked her diagram and finally nodded. She pointed to the left side of the entrance.

"We'll need those there," she said. "Good catch."

I carted the small trees to the location she'd indicated and went back to grab the next load. I met April on the way back and blew her a kiss.

"I love you, Fatdick," she whispered as she passed me.

"You get the before pictures?" I asked.

"Shit!" she gasped. "Thanks."

She dumped off that load and headed for the truck to grab her camera bag. It had a permanent place on the back of Emily's seat. We'd even added a hook to keep it from tumbling from its perch. She raced around and snapped pictures as I continued unloading. It was a four-day job and she had plenty of pictures to take. On her way back to the truck, she stole a kiss and thanked me again. I promised her a butt-massage after work to make up for it and she giggled.

"I should owe you one," she argued.

"What if it's not my butt that needs massaged?" I asked.