Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 27 - 58/104 = 55.77%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 27 - 58/104 = 55.77%)

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~~~ Week 27 - Tuesday ~~~

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The four of us (including Maggie) struggled out of bed and into the shower. We were tired enough that - even with the extra person joining us - our clean-up didn't devolve into too much horseplay.

"Why didn't Elise end up coming along last night?" Maggie asked as we dressed.

"She said that she wasn't feeling well," Emily answered. "I think I might have gotten a little too carried away - trying to sell her on the whole costume-contest adventure - and she may have decided that our escapades were going to be a little too provocative for her tastes."

Maggie glanced at me and then turned back to my lavender-headed lover.

"She might not have wanted to see how her brother was going to look - running around shirtless all night with all of the girls wondering about that monster in his purple cut-offs?" she asked, coyly.

"That's my guess," Emily replied.

"Sam?" April asked.

"Yes?" I asked in reply.

"We talked about me being uncomfortable with you being with my Mom," she said. "How do you feel about your mother and sister?"

I stopped dressing to look at her. I noticed that the others had paused in their efforts as well.

"I definitely don't think of my mother in any way other than being my mother," I told her. "I'm actually super-surprised that Brian is coping as well as he is with the relationship between his mom and me."

Maggie nodded.

"I recognize that they are both sexual beings," I went on. "That being said, I don't really want to know who my mother is dating or - God forbid - fucking."

"Elise?" Emily asked.

"I'm... less... uncomfortable with knowing who she's with."

"But you wouldn't...?" April asked.

"I have no desire or intention of forcing myself on her."

"What if she...?" April persisted in asking.

"I would say that her decision to forego joining us for our activities last night - unless she was really sick - makes it unlikely that I would have to think about that possibility."

"... but - if she did...?" April asked.

I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I poked her with the hard-on that was tenting the front of my underwear.

"Stop," I told her. "I don't pester you about your mother..."

"But... I want to know...," she insisted.

Her eyes were dancing with mischief but I thought the question might be serious.

"I... There is a certain part of me that would be excited about the idea of my sister touching my penis..."

"I can tell...," the blonde teased, looking up at me.

She wriggled her body beneath me - bumping my stiffening member across her abdomen and giggling.

"... other parts of me think that it's gross," I answered.

I kissed her forehead and bailed off of her.

"Get dressed," I told her. "We need to get loaded up to finish the Avery job."

"Would it bother you if I played around with your sister?" she asked as she slid off of the bed.

"If you do, I don't want to hear about it," I told her, "or I'll go fuck your mother and we can trade stories."

"Okay, I'll stop," she said, wiping the smirk off of her face.

I swatted her on the tight little ass.

"I don't care who else you fuck - just don't tell me about it, okay?"

"You don't care?" she asked.

"He's lying and you know it," Emily told her. "Now knock that shit off and get ready."

"Yes, Mother. Sorry, Father. You can spank me later."

"I just might...," I growled.

She snickered as I swatted at her ass again and she danced out of reach.

We gave Maggie hugs and kisses and then headed for the nursery. Alissa and Brian were waiting for us.

"Sorry," I said, mock-glaring at April. "Somebody was spending too much time bombarding me with questions about my sister this morning - rather than getting herself ready."

"Is Elise feeling better?" Alissa asked Emily.

"Haven't heard," Emily replied. "We were discussing whether or not she was really sick - or whether I scared her off, talking about our plans."

Alissa's face turned pensive and she nodded.

"I could see that," she said.

She gave me an understanding smile.

"Brian's got his Iron Man suit on this modified coat rack in his room...," Alissa told us, grinning broadly and mischievously.

"Oh, listen to her, will you?" he retorted. "As soon as she saw what I'd done, I had to promise to make her one for her outfit as well..."

"I did...," Alissa said, grinning even more broadly.

"I'm just glad you two liked them...," I told the honey-blonde girl.

"They'll probably wear them the first time they have sex...," April said - not quite under her breath.

Brian and Alissa refused to look at each other but both blushed bright enough that I wondered if they had already talked about the possibility... or... maybe they already had "done the deed"...

"No!" Alissa said quickly - and loudly - obviously reading my mind.

The others must have known what I was thinking as well because they all started laughing - including Alissa and Brian.

Once we'd recovered, Emily unlocked her tablet and began calling out the items that we needed to retrieve in order to finish our work at the Avery residence.

The rest of the day went smoothly. The diner had Brian's food ready because Emily had called ahead to make sure that they were ready for us.

Even with Brian's help - which was not inconsiderable - we had to push in order to wrap up the project by the end of the day.

Mr. Reynolds came by and did the walk-through with the property owner. When he was finished, he stopped to chat with us.

"Brian on the team full-time now?" he asked.

"Let's call it half...," Emily answered. "Okay to have Maggie add him to the payroll?"

"If he's contributing, he should get paid...," Ron told her, nodding.

He looked at her flat facial expression and shook his head.

"You already started him, didn't you?" he asked.

"As of Monday," she answered. "I'll keep him at half-pay until he's keeping up with April..."

Brian and April both said, "Hey...!" at exactly the same time.

The rest of us laughed at them.

Emily looked back at Mr. Reynolds.

"I expect him to be full-time by next week," she advised him.

"Sounds good, boss," he said, grinning broadly.

He glanced at me - his face asking if I had a problem with him calling my girlfriend the boss. I shook my head and held up my hands in surrender.

"At this point," I told him, "I'm just hired muscle."

"I'd like to rent one of your muscles for an hour or two," April mumbled.

Ron laughed and Emily playfully shoved the blonde's shoulder.

"Alright, team," he said. "Good job. Keep it up. We love happy customers!"

With that, he turned and headed off towards his truck. We grabbed the last of our things and carried them to the two landscaping trucks.

"How much longer do you think he'll babysit us?" April asked.

"Probably as long as his name is still attached to the company," Emily told her.

The blonde glanced at me for confirmation.

"He might get tired of having to show up when we finish every time - except that most of our jobs last several days - which means it's only once or twice a week when he has to appear. Mr. Reynolds has always been about being front-and-center with the clients to make sure they're completely... happy."

April smirked and said, "You were gonna say 'satisfied', weren't you?"

I shot an apologetic look at Brian and then looked at Alissa.

"Remember me talking about monthly staff meetings?"

She covered Brian's ears with her hands and turned to April.

"Maggie used to be the... intermediary... between Sam and Mr. Reynolds. Just be thankful that Ron has not been pressuring the rest of us to do the same."

She pulled her hands from Brian's head and gave him a peck on the lips.

"You know I could hear you, right?" he asked, smiling shyly.

"Hush," she told him.

"Yes, dear...," April teased - her voice deeper than normal.

We all laughed - and then headed for our seats.

"You've got a session with Evelyn Parker's mom tonight," Emily informed me. "Maggie said that she didn't respond for a long time and now she's suddenly in a big hurry to meet you. I'll be curious to see what this is about."

We got home, showered off the dust, debris, and sweat from our day, and then dressed so that we could sit down to a microwave family-sized meal that Emily had bought - blackened chicken alfredo.

"This is pretty good," I said, finishing my serving portion.

"It comes with two trays," Emily replied. "I cooked them both. I think they're meant to be two separate meals but we burn a lot of calories."

April snickered and said, "... and Sam is about to burn a few more..."

I kissed them both and then grabbed the truck keys to head out of the door - checking my phone for the address and getting it paired-up with my glasses.

I traded vehicles at Moretti Motors and then headed for the address. I pulled up to the house, checked my appearance in the rearview mirror, and then headed up the walk.

As I walked to the house, I thought back to what Evelyn Parker had looked like - mousy face - not exactly cute but not ugly - kind of a girl-next-door look. She'd had clean but unkempt brown hair with enough natural curl to it to give it bounce as she strode down the hallways. Like most girls in our class, she starved herself to make sure her figure stayed trim. She had not been involved in a lot of sports but wasn't a nerd or a geek either - she'd just kind of been one of those numerous middle-of-the road girls. I recalled her mouth being small enough that I had noticed it - but she had lips that had looked kissable enough.

I knocked on the door and waited. My nerves started kicking in - like they always did. Maggie had done a super job of making sure that these women all knew that our liaisons needed to be kept quiet - but I kept waiting for something to go sideways.

The door opened and I came face-to-face with one of my biggest nightmares. Instead of the MILF that I was supposed to be visiting - her kid - my former classmate - was standing in the doorway.

All that I could think of was, "Abort, abort..."

I turned around and headed for the Corolla.

"Sam!" Evelyn yelled.

All I could think was that I was screwed. I had hoped that the glasses would conceal my identity well enough to let me escape - but - somehow - she had seen through the disguise.

"Sam, I need to talk to you," she said emphatically.

I stopped walking.

"I know your secret and I won't tell - but I need to talk to you."

I turned to look at her.

She glanced around at the neighboring homes and then motioned for me to follow her. She headed back towards the house - where the door was still standing open.

Once I was inside of the house, she pushed the front door closed and stepped closer.

Her voice was barely audible.

"My mother passed away," she said quietly. "I've moved back in with Dad and was handling all of her stuff for him. I deleted the emails from Maggie but then she wrote again and I started writing her back because even though Mom's not here anymore, you can help me out..."

"I'm not fucking you," I told her bluntly.

"I'm too ugly?" she asked, teasingly.

"It's not that...," I told her.

"I want to see it... Is it really as big as this Maggie woman said?"

She undid the button on my jeans and unzipped my fly and slid her hand down the front of my pants. She searched around for my cock. It began hardening - both from her touch - and from the provocative nature of the whole situation.

"It's not that...," she began to say. "Geez!" she gasped. "It's still... Fuck! How big does it... get?"

Footsteps came from the hallway and I tried to get Evelyn to remove her hand from my pants - but she was still squeezing my cock. A man about my mother's age looked at the two of us and then put his dirty plate and fork in the sink.

"Take your man-whore to your room if you insist on doing that shit in my house," he growled at her.

He left the room and headed back down the hallway again.

With her hand still wrapped around my cock, Evelyn looked up into my eyes.

"My mother's younger sister...," she said. "She's always been a bit of a loner. She relied on Mom for everything. She has her own place but spent most of her time here. She's secluded herself away. I want to take you over there. I think you'd be good for her. You can't fuck Mom but you can help Aunt Stacy. Will you do it?"

I didn't answer her until she removed her hand from my pants and got me buttoned back up.

"Please, Sam," she said. "I'll keep it quiet. Let me introduce you to my aunt. Can I stay with you, though? To make sure she's okay?"

I huffed at her and she jumped at me - wrapping her arms around me.

"Yes!" she gasped. "You were always so nice... I knew you'd say yes. I had no clue, however, that you had a horse-cock like that - or I'd have been after you. You and Emily Kruger hooked up, right?"

I nodded.

"Can I ride with you?"

"Do I have any choice?"

"Not really," she said, batting her eyelashes at me and smiling coyly.

"Let's get this over with...," I grumbled at her.

"Hey, now," Evelyn said. "You need to knock that shit off if you're going to get Aunt Stacy to say 'yes' - and she needs to say 'yes'."

"I can handle your aunt," I said confidently.

"Oh, you can, can you, Romeo? When did you turn into God's gift to women...?"

"Just get me to your aunt's house...," I told her.

~~~ Week 27 - Stephanie Parker ~~~

~~~ Week 27 - Stephanie Parker ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Evelyn ~~~ Partner: Michael(widowed)~~~

~~~ Classmate: Evelyn ~~~ Partner: Michael(widowed)~~~

~~~ Week 27 - Stacy Wills (#059) ~~~

~~~ Week 27 - Stacy Wills (#059) ~~~

~~~ Partner:unknown~~~

~~~ Partner:unknown~~~

Evelyn gave me directions and we arrived at a one-bedroom ranch with no lights on.

"Fuck...," my former classmate sighed as she studied the home.

Without waiting for me, she climbed out of the car and headed for the house. The door was unlocked. She cursed again and stepped inside, flipping on the light above the small alcove that held a coat closet.

"Fuck, bitch! Turn off that light!" a female voice complained.

"Aunt Stacy, you can't sit in the dark like this...," Evelyn complained.

"The fuck I can't...," the woman retorted.

Since Evelyn had just left the door standing open, I stepped inside. The woman on the couch - in red plaid flannel pajama shirt and pants - looked up at me.

"Who's the off-duty FBI agent?"

"What?" Evelyn asked.

She turned and glanced at me - and then laughed.

"This is Sam," she told the woman. "Er, well, I guess I was supposed to call him Augie but I fucked that up already..."

"Why are you supposed to call him Augie if his name is Sam?"

"He's on a secret mission to fuck the moms of everybody in our graduating class..."

"Your mom's..."

"Yeah."

"Why is... he...? You brought him to see me?"

"He needs another notch in his belt and I figured - since he can't fuck Mom - you could check out the monster cock on this fucker..."

"Monster cock?" Stacy asked, looking from Evelyn to me and back again.

"I shoved my hand down there and felt him up. If it's half as big as it felt in my hand, it's gonna split you in two..."

"Don't know about that, I've followed a couple NFL linebackers back to their hotel room before..."

"Whip it out, Sam. Show Aunt Stacy what you're packin'..."

I looked back and forth between the two of them.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to sit with... Stacy... for a bit until she decides whether or not she's comfortable with this situation."

"I'm comfortable as fuck, stud-muffin. Let's see the goods. Ain't shit worth watchin' on TV and I was having a damned good time sitting here feeling sorry for my sorry ass but you've piqued my interest. Let's see this table leg you're hidin' in them drawers."

I looked at Evelyn.

"I don't suppose I could get you to wait in the car...?"

"Fuck, no. I know your little secret. I wanna see this cock for myself and then I want to hear Aunt Stacy scream when you try to fit it inside of her."

I gave a little huff and walked over to stand in front of the couch. I looked down at the pajama-clad 40-year-old brunette.

"I'm a little shy," I said, smiling coyly. "You think you could help me get warmed up a little? I might need some help unzipping my pants too..."

She looked up at me like I was dumb for a moment and then a grin crept across her lips.

"Yeah, alright, sugar," she said.

She got to her feet. Without waiting for permission, I slipped my arms around her, grabbed her ass in my hands, and kissed her. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she just stood there - like a cold fish - for a few seconds before she started to respond. Her arms went around my shoulders and she pulled her lips from mine.

"Damn, junior," she said quietly. "You feel good in my arms."

"You feel pretty good too," I answered. "My lips are getting cold though..."

She snickered and leaned into me - pressing her whole body against me - including her lips. Her arms tightened - but stayed around my shoulders. As she kissed me, she ran her hands up and down my arms and then squeezed my biceps - feeling the thickness of the muscles.

"Closest thing I've had to a linebacker in quite a while...," she said, somewhat breathlessly.

She pressed her lips to mine again. I slid a hand up her back and then down again - only this time - I snuck my fingertips into the waistband of her pajama pants. She grinned into our kiss and her eyes sparkled as I grabbed her panty-covered ass. Then I slid my hand up again and worked the fingers into the waistband of her panties. She giggled and ended our kiss.

"Naughty, naughty...," she said, grinning slyly.

I glanced down as she moved her hands to my fly. I looked back up into her eyes to find her smiling more broadly.

"Is this what you want, tiger? You want me to reciprocate?"

"It's the only way to get what you want," I told her.

"How do you know this is what I want?" she asked, with a smirk.

"Call it a lucky guess," I told her.

My penis was already stiffening. I was surprised she hadn't felt the bulge bumping her. If she had, she hadn't reacted. That changed when she got the pants unbuttoned and unzipped - and slipped both hands inside. One pulled back the waistband on my underwear and then both of them were on me. One wrapped around my shaft and the other cupped my balls.

"You ever play football?" she asked with a grin.

"I suck at sports," I told her.

"What are you good at then?" she asked.

"I've been told that I'm a talented linguist...," I replied - giving her a doe-eyed look.

"A linguist?"

"I'm good with my tongue...," I explained.

"Is that so...?"

She gasped when I dropped to my knees. I took her pants and underwear to the floor at the same time, leaving her standing there in only her top. I looked up at her and licked the front of her vulva.

"Sit," I ordered.

She sat on the edge of the couch. I pulled her bottoms off and tossed them at Evelyn. She was caught off-guard and they hit her in the face. Her aunt snickered at her.

I shoved Stacy's knees apart, reached under her legs to grab her ass, and then pulled her forward and open wider, and buried my face in her muff. I gnawed on her mons and then worked my way down her sex until she began to get wet and spread apart. She was barely open by the time I reached the bottom but she was gasping and grabbing my hair and spreading her legs wider. I moved up, found her clit, and nuzzled it, and then headed south again. By the time I got back to her opening once more, she was ready for me to taste her. I dove in and she screamed.

Evelyn went to close the front door. She came back and sat on the arm of the sofa. She ran a fingertip down the front of her shorts.