Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 25 - 55/104 = 52.88%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 25 - 55/104 = 52.88%)

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~~~ Quick Recap:

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* Maggie's son, Brian, is recovering at home (for 6 weeks) after having a brush with a moving vehicle. Sam spilled all of the details of what he and the gang are up to - because Brian would eventually figure it out anyway. He's done with college and has expressed an interest in joining the landscaping crew.

* Alissa is interested in Brian but moving slowly. Brian seems interested in Alissa but is still easing into the group. The teasing between Alissa and Sam is sometimes worse around Brian (though not necessarily intentional) - mostly because of Alissa's nervousness about messing up what she says that she wants with Maggie's son - a long-term relationship.

* Maggie and the others got a 5% raise from Reynolds when he realized that the girls were doing after-hours work to keep projects moving forward without delay - while still working on the jobs during the day. He agreed to a second spa-day for the girls as retroactive compensation for Emily's work to-date.

* Emily, April, and Sam ran into one of Sam's moms during a job and are negotiating for her services as a stylist to help keep Sam from being so easily-identified. Sam's former teacher, Sarah Thompson, is also trading services - counter-rumors in exchange for sex. The girls haven't been introduced to her yet but had a terrific time with Jennifer Ward (the stylist).

* Halloween is quickly approaching and the team has decided to have a costume party - with the theme of "The Avengers". (Brian *thought* it would be safe...) Turns out Alissa and Emily are both comic-book nerds. Emily found a Scarlet Witch costume for Maggie that may not be Brian-approved.

* April is planning a holiday getaway (for the whole gang) to "a beach" between Christmas and New Year's. She's living rent-free with Emily and Sam and wants to give back a little.

* When we last left Sam, Emily, and April, they were in bed with the hair stylist - at her place: "We ended with Jennifer in the middle with the girls cuddled around her. I slept behind April. She snickered as she reached between her thighs, grabbed my cock, and nestled it into her gap - giving it a snug place to rest."

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~~~ Week 25 - Thursday ~~~

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Our alarms went off far earlier than any of us wanted. Jennifer Ward got up along with us, grabbing clean towels and things for us to jump in the shower. Of course, we pulled her right in with us. We kept things moving but we managed to sneak in a little grab-ass and some lusty kisses that had us far more bright-eyed than the spray of the shower.

We made a quick stop at home to change our clothes and then raced to the nursery to meet Alissa to grab the things we needed to start the Cline job. Brian was sitting in the truck.

"What the fuck, Alissa?!" Emily gasped.

"He wanted to see," she insisted.

He smiled and waved - a little nervous that he was getting the flaxen-hair beauty yelled at.

"Maggie said she'd run over and get him when she heads into the office," Alissa explained.

Emily huffed at her, shot a look at Brian, and then pulled out her lists for what we'd need for the day. She began rattling off orders for each of us.

Trees, shrubs, paving stones, mulch, and dirt went to Alissa's truck. Everything else went to mine.

Alissa, April, and I scurried off to grab the items as Emily quickly moved down the list.

"Load up," she called out, when we had everything.

She climbed in with Alissa - forcing Brian to scoot to the center. He looked at me like he was worried about how much trouble he was in. I couldn't help but laugh.

April squeezed against my side and pulled on her belt. She navigated and I followed her directions to get to the job-site.

"You like Jennifer Ward?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

She saw the grin on my face and shook her head at me.

"Is it that obvious?" she asked.

"You were practically drooling the whole night - begging to get your mouth on her."

"She's so fucking sexy! I adore her hair," the blonde purred.

"I think we should see if we can get her to do more than just mine...," I told the cute photographer.

"Oh, fuck yes! I'll get Emily to buy-in. I had so much fun last night! How is she divorced?" she asked.

"No clue," I told her. "My only guess is that he thought the grass was greener..."

"She was so sweet...," April said. "I enjoyed the gloryhole thing more than I expected but I much preferred getting her onto the bed."

Me too," I agreed.

We arrived at the Cline residence and Emily bailed out of Alissa's truck and took up her position as director of the symphony. Brian got out of the vehicle and went to watch over her shoulder as she looked at what each of us were pulling from the trucks and sending us to where the items would be used.

Maggie pulled up shortly before 8 o'clock to retrieve her son. We all gave him a wave as the two of them pulled away. As soon as they were gone, we converged on Emily - the taskmaster.

She turned to Alissa.

"Don't let him move too quickly," she told her.

Alissa nodded.

"I know he's losing his mind. We could really use him on the team. That being said, we need him at 100% as soon as possible when he starts. If we start him and he suddenly pulls a hammy or something..."

"I know...," Alissa said quietly.

"I'm not riding your ass," Emily said. "Use me and Sam as the bad guys if you feel like you're having to give in - or tell his mom."

"You know how hideous that sounds, right?" Alissa asked her.

"Yeah," Emily said, nodding. "Just use me and Sam, then."

"I think Maggie's watching already," April offered.

Alissa nodded and said, "She is. She was after me too."

"Don't let him cause friction between you and Maggie...," Emily told her.

"Yeah, that's my job - causing friction between you and other hot females...," I told her.

"Shut it, man-whore," she said, grinning in spite of herself.

I put my hands in the center of the group - one on top of the other.

"On three... Go Wildcats!," I said. "One... two...."

Emily hip-checked me.

"Get your ass to work...," she growled.

"You're no fun...," I mock-complained.

The other two just laughed and started walking away.

"Pictures!" I called to April.

"Shit!" she gasped, taking off at a run for the truck.

Emily laughed and headed to retrieve the client for the walk-through.

I started moving my stuff around my starting work-area - visualizing what my tasks were for the day - and the order they'd need to be completed in.

Soon, Emily came around with a middle-aged woman who looked like she was getting ready to head to a horse show somewhere. I shook her hand when she offered.

"This your heavy-lifter?" she asked Emily.

"Nah," I said. "That's Alissa. I'm mostly lightwork."

She grinned at me and then shook Alissa's hand.

"Well," she said, eyeing the former prostitute. "That's quite a handshake, little miss."

"Thanks," Alissa said, blushing.

"And, here, I thought the strapping young man was kidding... Looks like I was only half-right."

She turned to Emily.

"I need to run," she said. "You obviously know what you're doing or I wouldn't have so many people calling me to trade for my spot in the queue. I'll get out of your way and let you get to it."

With that, she and Emily walked away and I got busy.

"Water break!" the taskmaster yelled sometime later.

I stood to my feet, tracked down my water bottle, took a long draw on it - and then another - and then got back to my tasks.

Before I knew it, she was hollering for us to break for lunch.

"You get any action pictures?" I asked April.

"Yeah," she answered, shaking her head. "Didn't you see me?"

"Guess not...," I replied.

She hip-checked me and ran for Alissa's truck. I climbed in behind her. Emily scowled at me from the passenger seat of my vehicle - signing to me that I had the keys. The girls laughed at me when I pretended like I didn't know what she was trying to tell me.

She was less than tickled by the time I climbed into the truck with her.

"You're not funny," she seethed.

I started to come back with a smart remark but the look on her face told me that Betty White needed a Snickers and I needed to get her to the diner without any further delays.

She was better after she pushed her empty plate away and then drained the rest of her glass of soda.

"Refills?" the waitress asked.

"Not me," I said.

The others shook their heads as well.

"See you kids," she said. "Thanks for coming in."

I handed her the tip, paid the bill, and headed back to the truck.

The afternoon went just as quickly as the morning had and - before I knew it - Emily was telling me to grab my things and head for the truck.

The client came over as I was grabbing my things.

She looked over our progress, nodded, and then sent us off with a wave.

I got home, showered, and came out to find a nice outfit laid out on the bed for me.

"Mission?" I asked Emily.

"You're taking Susan Hall to dinner," she said. "April and I are going to Maggie's. I assume Susan will want a little quality time with you. You can bring her here."

"Gotcha," I said.

"She might have an easier time getting in and out of the truck," Emily suggested. "I wouldn't bother trading for the Corolla."

I nodded and started getting dressed. She and April came and got kisses from me and then left in April's Civic.

I got into the truck and drove to Mrs. Hall's house. She met me at the front door. I took her hand and helped her down the step, closing the door behind her and checking to make sure it was locked.

"Emily wanted to tag along," she said.

My head spun around. She was grinning.

"Got you," she teased.

"How...?" I asked.

"I felt your whole body shift when you jerked your head around," she said.

I glanced down and realized that she was holding my hand.

"You're wicked," I told her.

"I hope you'll be just as wicked later...," she countered.

"I'm looking forward to it," I told her.

Her hand found my chin and she pulled me down for a kiss.

I worried that her daughter might peek out from the curtains and catch me making out with her mother.

"She's not here...," Susan told me. "I wouldn't risk spoiling my chance to continue these little trysts."

After discussing our options, Mrs. Hall was interested in going to the noodle place. I had the glasses on. I grinned to myself, thinking about how much shit I was going to get from the girls later.

We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly seated. The crowd seemed light for a Thursday night. The fact that there were only two of us helped as well.

I discussed appetizers with my date. She said that she would like to try both the sushi rolls and the crab rangoons. Once we had our drinks and had placed our orders, I wrote our table number and names on our slips of paper and then helped my companion towards the raw food bar.

As we went down the line, I listed off the options for the various ingredients that she could add to her bowl. Once we had the noodles, veggies, and protein selected, I started going over the various sauce choices.

"Just give me whatever you usually get," she said finally.

"I've been getting Szechwan," I told her. "It has a bit of bite to it - but it's also fairly sweet."

"It sounds like you're describing me," she teased.

I laughed and said, "I think you're right, gorgeous."

She leaned close and whispered, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get into my panties, talking like that..."

The Asian guy taking our bowls overheard her. I nearly pissed myself, watching his reaction.

I got her back to the table and sat her down and then took my seat.

"Was he shocked?" she asked.

"How do you do that?!" I gasped quietly.

"When you've been blind as long as I have, you have almost a sixth sense...," she said, grinning.

The appetizers arrived. She'd had crab rangoons before and chose to try the sweet potato sushi rolls first.

"These are quite good," she said. "I had no clue what to expect but the textures and flavors are delightful."

"Pretty much everybody enjoys them," I told her.

"There's another treat that I enjoy the texture and flavor of...," she whispered suggestively.

I felt my cheeks darken from her teasing. Her fingers found mine and she squeezed them.

Our food arrived and I cautioned her that it was going to be extremely hot - at least initially.

She asked me to help her drape napkins over her outfit - to keep from spoiling her clothes if any of the food items tumbled from her chopsticks.

She was far more talented with the foreign utensils than I was. I caught myself staring at her as she ate.

"Am I doing it wrong?" she asked.

"You... you're so fucking good at that and..."

"... and I'm blind? Maybe it helps to be blind."

I shook my head and grinned at the way she seemed to see through me like I was transparent. I laughed when I realized how odd that phrasing sounded - in light of her condition.

As the two of us worked on our meals, she caught me up on the current status of our investments. She informed me that Maggie and April had conversed with her and the blonde photographer was now setting aside a good portion of her earnings in the same way that Emily and I were doing.

Susan ate about half of her food and we boxed the rest up to go home. I finished mine.

I paid the waiter and then I collected her box and hooked her arm through mine.

I guided her to the truck and helped her get seated. She claimed a kiss before she released me. I belted her in and then closed the door and went and hopped in.

"Are we going to Maggie's?" she asked me.

For the next few minutes, I caught her up on the situation at Maggie's house - and then the status of the various relationships. I also told her about the teacher and the stylist.

"I think those are both good ideas," she said. "I had grown worried, of late, that word would get out. We've done what we can to minimize the collateral... effects... but those things will help."

I pulled to the back of the house, parked the truck, and then helped her get inside.

The sexy blind MILF got undressed, set her clothes in a pile on the floor, and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her back, waiting for me.

My eyes roamed over her petite frame and her highly appealing assets as I rid myself of my clothing.

"You don't know how sexy you make me feel - hearing your breathing thicken as you look at me," she purred. I wish I could bottle that. I'd be a millionaire."

"You already look like a million bucks," I told her without hesitation.

Her smile was gorgeous.

I climbed onto the bed and stood above her on my hands and knees. I lowered my lips until they touched hers. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me softly - and then again.

"As much as I love this," she purred. "I want a different part of your body on my lips - or rather between them."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Am I ever unsure?" she shot back.

I laughed and shook my head at her.

"Get your mouth on my sex and bring yours to my lips," she ordered. "I've been dying to see if I can take that monstrous cock of yours in another hole."

My penis was almost immediately as stiff as a flagpole. I spun - end to end - and she caught my dick in her hand as it swung past her face. She pushed the skin back and kissed the tip. The end of her tongue touched it - and then swirled around it - and then her whole tongue spun around the head of my penis - stimulating every edge and side of it. I groaned with feral need.

She spread her legs - inviting me to reciprocate. Her pussy was bare. I leaned down, put my shoulders through her legs, and grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass in my hands. Her legs went around my ribs and she raised her pelvis off of the bed - driving her sex towards my face. I got my mouth on her vulva and she gripped me like a vice - refusing to allow me to escape. I tried to lick and tease her thighs but she was most insistent that my lips and tongue focus on her labia, her slit, and the entrance to her secret place.

When I diverted from my assignment to nibble her clitoris, her thighs clenched and she thumped her sex into my face hard enough to make my eyes water from the force.

I couldn't complain, however, because she was - at that moment - working very methodically to get the head of my penis to slip into her esophagus. The tension around the crown of my penis was nut-wrenching. It was like a virgin pussy.

"Try swallowing," I suggested - my voice faltering.

When she did, the head squeezed into her throat.

"Aw... fuck...!" I gasped.

She gagged a little, pulled off of me, giggled, and squeezed my ass-cheek. Almost immediately, she recovered and - this time when she swallowed - it went inside much more easily.

I ground my teeth together - trying to keep from nutting too early.

I fumbled with Pandora's Box and finally got it working.

I smashed my tongue onto her clitoris and shook my head side-to-side.

She coughed and the force ejected my penis from her throat.

"Easy...," she cautioned.

"Really?" I teased.

"Please...?" she almost begged.

"I suppose I could focus my attention elsewhere for a bit...," I said, grinning.

I licked a pussy-lip and then sucked on it. She reciprocated by sucking my penis back into her throat. It felt so divine that it was all I could do to keep focusing on my task.

I nibbled her labia, licked her slit, and tongued her pussy-hole. I flicked her little nub with the tip of my tongue and her hips jerked. She sucked hard on my dick in retaliation and I had to warn her that I was getting close. She pulled off of me.

"Turn around," she ordered. "I want it inside. Fuck me hard and fill me, handsome boy."

"How do you know I'm handsome?" I asked her.

"Do you not think I have ears?" she asked, grinning.

I kissed her lips and slid my cock inside of her.

"Oh, sweet Mother of Jesus...!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard, you stallion of a man..."

I slowly slid my cock in and out of her. She tossed her head from side to side.

"All... I want it all. God! Has it been so long? Why do you feel like you're splitting me in half?!"

"My cock probably swelled from all of the intense attention you were just giving it...," I suggested.

I slid in and out of her a dozen times before her pussy became lubricated enough that we were moving more smoothly together.

"Yes... Now...," she insisted.

I sped up. Her fingers dug into my biceps.

"Harder... Faster...," she demanded. "Make me scream, you fat-dicked monster!"

I moved my right hand to her firm rump and took a hold of it.

"Yes! Punish me with that rod of yours!" she begged. "I wish I was still fertile. I would beg you to breed me. I'd love to run my hands over my swollen belly as your child grew inside of me."

"Sue...," I moaned - warning her that the pictures she was painting in my mind were about to send me tumbling over the edge.

"Yes, my handsome lover... Give me your seed. Fill my pussy with your hot sticky man-milk... Fill me so full that it pours out of me..."

"Cum for me, beautiful...," I told her.

"A little harder and deeper, my love," she begged. "I'm so close..."

I pulled out and slammed into her. The second time I did it, her arms and legs wrapped around me and held me.

"Sam!" she gasped.

Her vagina wrapped around my prick just as her arms and legs were wrapped around my body. The lid flew off of Pandora's Box and the contents escaped. My balls began firing volley after volley. My penis lurched again and again as each round fired inside of her like a mortar going off.

When I was spent, she pulled my lips to hers. She kissed me like a long-lost lover. When we were both breathless, she pulled my cheek against her chest.