Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 28 - 65/104 = 62.5%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 28 - 65/104 = 62.5%)

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~~~ Week 28 - Friday ~~~

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We rolled out of bed, showered, and got dressed for work. We drove to the nursery and grabbed a few things to put in my truck. I handed the keys off to Emily, kissed the girls, and hopped in with Brian and Alissa.

Brian shoved me when I tried to hold his hand. Alissa laughed at me.

"How was your trip home after work yesterday - when you got all hot and bothered by us talking about Watson?" I asked him. "Did you end up having to pull over for Alissa to finish you - or did you manage to keep the truck on the road as you blew your load down her throat?"

"None of your business," Brian answered, grinning.

"I made him pull over," Alissa said, grinning broadly as Brian blushed. "He was weaving around too much."

"She *is* good," I told him with a smirk.

Brian's head spun towards her.

"You didn't... with him?"

"If I did, I don't remember it," she told him. "Quit letting him get under your skin. I'm with you - not him."

He settled down and looked ahead. I smirked at him. I chuckled at him when he shoved me into the passenger door with a growl.

When we got to Elena's, we let Alissa take the riding mower. Brian took the push-mower. I ended up on the weed-whacker again. Nobody likes that job. I like having help to manage Elena's massive yard and would end up having to use the trimmer anyway - so I'm not about to complain about it.

I glanced towards the house a couple times but never spotted my favorite MILF.

We finished up the yard work well before lunch and headed to the Bennett house to see if we could help the girls for a little bit before it was time to head for the diner.

As I slid into the cab of the truck beside Brian, Alissa snickered at me.

"Could you look any more pathetic and desperate every single time you stare over at the garage - looking to see if Elena is going to finally show up?" she teased me.

"I only checked once or twice," I objected.

"Dude," Brian said, shaking his head. "It was more like once or twice per minute..."

"No...," I argued.

"Seriously," Alissa agreed, nodding. "You're so smitten with her that you don't even realize how often you do it. It's even worse than when I first started coming here with you."

Alissa started the truck and we headed off. It only took us a few minutes to drive to the other work site.

As soon as Emily spotted us climbing out of the truck, she waved us over. She had a whole bunch of potted shrubs that she wanted dropped into place. It was like she knew that we were coming...

I glanced over at Alissa.

"Did you give her updates?" I asked.

"Maybe...," she replied, grinning.

"Quit gabbing and get to work," Emily mock-yelled at me, swatting me on the butt.

"You're getting throat-fucked later," I warned her.

"Not her - me," April argued. "I want to be fucked unconscious before you go destroy my mother."

"It's on then?" I asked.

Emily and April both nodded.

"I'll scissor with her while you destroy her throat," Emily said, squeezing my butt-cheek and kissing the corner of my mouth.

We all worked together to get Emily's shrubs placed. Once that was completed, we headed for the trucks to go eat. I stopped in the restroom, peed, washed my hands, and dropped into our booth.

"How are you kids today?" the waitress asked.

"Just glad to be here...," I mock-groaned.

She snickered at me, set the drinks on the table, and headed towards the kitchen to check on our food. By the time everyone got done with the restroom breaks and sat down, our plates were coming out.

"Missing anything?" the waitress asked.

Of course, we were not. She got it right every time. I had taken to switching between two different meals. I had finally gotten tired of the "same old, same old". The talented server easily rolled with that change as well. Brian had switched his selection to whatever the special of the day was. Alissa had changed hers up after watching to see what he got for a week. Our waitress had us memorized - and somehow always managed to anticipate when we were ready to do something different.

As soon as the troops were fed and watered, we packed it up and headed for the trucks, waving our thanks to the waitress and the cook as we headed out of the door.

Once we were back at the Bennett place, we settled into our tasks. As soon as one job was finished, we stopped to see Emily to receive our next assignment.

By quitting time, she estimated that we had another hour or two left. We could have, conceivably, worked later and finished it up - but that would have thrown Ron's schedule off - and it would have made me late for my "date" with April's mother.

As I drove us back to the house, Emily texted Mr. Reynolds to let him know when she thought we would be done the following day. She also gave Maggie an update on our progress as well - including her estimate of when we would be done.

I told April to braid her hair into two pigtails so that I could hang onto them while I plowed her throat. She giggled and wriggled and set to work on fixing her hair. If she had not had Jennifer Ward leave it a little longer the last time she got it cut, she wouldn't have enough to do what I'd asked. April had decided, however, that she wanted her hair to be longer than Emily's - at least for the time being.

When we got home, I grabbed April up and carried her into the house. By the time Emily came into the bedroom, I had the blonde stripped naked - lying facedown with her head hanging off the side of the mattress. I gripped her pigtails in my fist, pulled her head up, and then fisted my cock to slide it into her mouth. As soon as my prick was between her lips, I swatted her on the bare ass and ordered her to cross her wrists behind her. Once she did as I told her, I pinned them to her back and slid my cock all of the way down her throat. As soon as I knew I wasn't going to hurt her, I began thrusting.

"I was going to scissor with her!" Emily complained. "You're both dirty and sweaty. I *just* washed that comforter."

I ignored her complaints and told her to get her clothes off if she wanted in on the action. She stuck her tongue out at me but started removing her clothes. She took them to the bathroom and threw them into the hamper. By the time she returned, April had snot running from her nose and her eyes were watering.

Emily helped me flip April onto her back and then we used some tissues to get her face cleaned up. The two of us manhandled the blonde's body and got her lined up with the bed. I climbed onto the bed and got between her and the headboard. I pulled her arms above her head, straddled her skull (which pinned her arms down), and told her to tilt her head back towards me.

Meanwhile, Emily climbed onto April's hips and worked to get her vulva mashed against the blonde's. April moaned at what my lavender-headed minx was up to. I didn't give her time to enjoy it, though. She'd told me to destroy her. I pressed the head of my penis against her lips. She opened them just enough for me to push inside. I did. I slid back out, squeezed her tits, and slid in again. By the third stroke, she had all of my penis in her throat and mouth.

Emily and I weren't very nice to her but she never complained. Apparently, what we were giving her was what she really wanted. I was mildly uncomfortable with the choking. This wasn't as bad as that but it was still giving me a little anxiety.

I pulled my penis out of her and looked down to see how she was doing. She winked and opened her mouth wider. I slid back inside. She shuddered through a small climax as Emily moaned and came all over her vulva.

When Emily went back to rubbing her cunt against April's there were a lot more erotic sounds that accompanied their love-making. I watched Emily rub her vulva up and down over April's labia, mons, and clitoris. April wriggled and moaned as Emily fucked her.

"Gonna be a big one...," Emily warned. "Are you close?"

"Getting there," I replied, nodding.

"Let me know," she said, before moaning.

We both fucked the hell out of April for about another five minutes. Emily didn't have to tell me that she was getting close. I could see it in the way she was acting and reacting. April was beginning to show signs of cumming again as well.

"I'm probably ready when you are," I told her.

"One minute...," she said.

I decided that she wasn't telling me to wait - she was telling me how far out she was. I hurried my own climax a little. I'd been about two minutes out.

I had just caught up when Emily gave a moan that sounded like it hurt. Her body convulsed once, then again, and then a third time. Each time it did, her labia mashed against April's and it looked like the mouths of their vaginas were actually kissing. I groaned and told my balls to unload. Just as I did, April shuddered. I hoped she could handle this - cuz I was about to pump a massive load straight into her flat, little tummy. I reached down and rubbed it to let her know. She moaned and then whined. Her body shook and then she trembled as Emily came *on* her and I came *in* her.

As soon as I had finished spewing, I pulled out of April's throat and mouth - and checked to see how she was doing. The gorgeous blonde was panting for breath. I climbed off of her so that she could move if she needed to. She grabbed my hand, pulled me back to her, grabbed my head, and pulled me down for a hard kiss.

"I love you," she said, breathlessly.

"I'll be glad when you're done worrying about your mother," I told her. "This shit scares me a little."

"I'm fine, handsome," she said, kissing me again.

Emily stretched out on top of April and the three of us made out together for a couple minutes before my bossy fiancée ordered us off of the bed and into the shower.

When we got there, I looked at April and nodded my head in Emily's direction. April glanced at Emily and nodded back to me. I flipped on the water and then the blonde helped me drag Emily under the cold spray. Emily cussed and screamed and pounded her fists on me as April and I laughed at her. The water warmed up soon enough. When it did, my accomplice and I got under the spray with our hapless victim.

"I should bite your dick," Emily raged.

I wrapped my arms around her, squeezed her butt, and kissed her hard.

She dug her fingers into my half-erect cock in retaliation as she kissed me. I snickered into her mouth. She bit my lip until I apologized. Even then, she waited a couple seconds before she released me. I was going to go after her again but April reminded me that I needed to be getting ready.

"Take my car," she said. "There's no sense in you going to get the Corolla."

"Okay, Hot Stuff. Thanks."

April claimed a kiss and then hopped out of the shower to start getting dried off. I came out a couple minutes later. I tried to swat the gorgeous blonde on her tight, delectable ass - but she just giggled and slipped out of reach.

I was mostly dry by the time Emily turned off the shower and stepped out. I threw a towel at her.

"Do I wear the glasses?" I asked Emily quietly.

She glanced towards the bedroom and shook her head, no.

I tossed my wet towel in the hamper and headed for the bedroom to get dressed. April was laying out my clothes. They were a little more eye-catching than what I would have expected her to select. I arched an eyebrow at her.

"What?" she asked. "If you're going to fuck her anyway, you might as well look good."

I scooped her up and kissed her. She accepted the kisses and then hugged herself against me.

"Don't forget about me," she whispered.

"I could never," I told her.

April helped me get dressed. We had just finished when Emily came out of the bathroom.

"Good job, Hot Stuff," she told April.

"Thanks," the blonde said, accepting a hug from her - and holding her a bit longer than necessary.

"You're doing good," Emily told her. "Don't focus on it. We can play parchisi or something."

"Seriously?!" April gasped. "You know I hate that game!"

"I know," Emily replied, laughing.

I left the two of them wrestling on the bed - one clothed and one naked. I grabbed the keys for April's Civic off of the key-hook and then slipped out of the back door of our home.

As I drove to Lyla's house, I thought about our first time together - in front of the others - at the place where the Screaming Shielas had held their practice and their photo-shoot. It was the night that we had first met April.

At that point, I could not imagine life without the feisty and frisky blonde. She was more than just another lover. She helped me satisfy Emily when the minx was being an insatiable little succubus. I laughed as I thought about how turned-on April got when Maria Ramirez or Jennifer Ward were around. The not-so-little vixen turned into a wildcat around those two - with flames of lust burning in her eyes. Both of them loved her crazy antics.

Before I knew it, I was pulling up in front of the house. I turned off the car, got out, shut and locked the door, pocketed the keys, and headed up the sidewalk. Lyla opened the front door when I was halfway there.

"You look scrumptious," she purred.

"Thank your daughter," I told her.

"I would - but she would just growl at me," the woman replied. "I didn't feel like cooking. Are you okay with going out for dinner?"

"It's your night," I told her.

"Mmm...," she moaned. "Maybe we should just have some wine and cheese and stay in..."

"Your pick - but I can't have wine," I reminded her.

"I'll drink yours," she promised.

She grabbed her keys and guided me towards the garage. She was dressed about as nicely as I was. April had done a good job on picking out my clothes.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the restaurant. The valet opened the door for her. Another opened mine.

"I think I'm underdressed," I told her.

"You'll be fine," she assured me.

I offered her my arm and we headed for the entrance. The doorman opened the door for us. The maître d'hôtel was waiting just inside.

"Reservation, Ms. Garber?" he asked.

"No. Is anything available?" she inquired.

"Let me check...," he replied.

He quickly glanced at his tablet computer. He tapped the screen and then laid it back on the podium.

"Right this way...," he said.

We followed him to a quiet table with enough plants around to give us privacy.

"Nicole will be with you in a moment," he promised.

Lyla nodded her thanks. He headed back to his post.

When the slender, young blonde arrived at our table, I did my best to make my selections based on what Lyla was getting. I got an iced tea and some chicken dish that I don't think I could pronounce again without parroting someone else saying the words.

After the server left, Lyla smirked at me.

"You could have ordered a burger," she said. "They have them."

"When in Rome...," I replied.

She chuckled.

"Do the Screaming Shielas pay you well enough for this place?" I asked her.

"They are not the only group that I manage," she answered. "I stay pretty busy. They are, probably, the most colorful group that I look after, however."

"They are that," I agreed.

"I was pretty stunned - watching you with them - that night," she said, "and then you blew my mind and made a lasting impression on my little girl."

She studied me for a moment.

"Do you love her?" she asked.

"Obviously," I answered, "we have an unusual arrangement but - yes - I care deeply for her and I know that she cares about me as well."

"Especially when you're going to be spending time alone with her mother?"

"April has been a bit distracted lately, yes," I agreed. "We talked about it before. She knows what she needs to do but - like each of us in our group - sometimes its easier when it's just something we're talking about - rather than something we're living out."

"Your group is growing. You have another male now..."

"Brian and Alissa are growing closer and closer. She was not interested in being part of my group dynamic. I'm very happy for both of them. They work well with the rest of us. We're lucky to have both of them helping on our landscaping team."

"You all seem to be keeping yourselves pretty busy. I've been hearing lots of good things about your work."

"We pride ourselves in delivering more than we promise. April actually started a thing where she gives them a picture book of their project - as a token of thanks from us - after we're done. It's been tremendously well-received. Emily told Ron that he needs to start paying her for the time she's putting into it. She makes that stuff look so easy. She does amazing work."

"Your old principal is looking forward to seeing what she can do," Lyla said, nodding. "A picture book would be interesting - but probably a bad idea to have lying around the house."

Our food arrived. I took a sip of my tea, which I hadn't touched, and then tried a bite. I still don't know what it was called but it was really good. It was creamy with mushrooms or something - and green onions. Other than that, I really couldn't tell you what was in it. Before I knew it, the whole thing was gone.

"You must have been hungry," Lyla commented, chuckling.

Half of hers was still sitting in the wide, shallow bowl as she nodded for the server to take it away.

She ordered a single dessert - with two forks. It came a few minutes later. It was the fanciest lava cake thing I'd ever seen. It was also the most amazing. I ate more than my half. She let me, giggling the whole time.

When the ticket came, she handed a card to the server without even looking at the amount. The woman slid the card into a handheld device and then handed it to Lyla to finish the transaction. The server took the device back without looking at how much April's mother had tipped her. I was impressed. That took a lot of self-control. Either that, or she knew Lyla was a good tipper and didn't want to embarrass herself by peeking.

As Lyla got ready to stand, I hurried to my feet and offered her my arm. We headed for the exit. The maître d wished us a good night just before the doorman opened the door for us. By the time we got to the valets, they had Lyla's car waiting. I wondered if the server had clued them in that we were leaving. It was the only way that I could think that they would have known.

Before Lyla slid behind the wheel, she slipped a folded bill into the hand of the valet. He nodded his appreciation to her and made sure that she was in before he closed her door. She pulled on her belt and dropped the car into drive.

"If I find a quiet place for some roadside sex, will you recover by the time we get back to my place?" she asked.

"If not, we can play around until I recharge," I answered.

She nodded and flipped on her signal. She followed the route signs towards the entrance for the bypass. When she got to the ramp, she pulled to the shoulder, turned off the car, and removed her seatbelt.

"I'm going to suck your dick until you tell me that you're ready to blow - and then I want you to bend me over the hood and fuck me until you cum in me," she directed.

I nodded. She opened her door and got out. I opened my door as well.

There wasn't a lot of traffic heading for the expressway - but a few cars passed us as I stood in front of Lyla's car with my pants and underwear around my ankles as April's mother massaged my balls and sucked my dick. She did an admirable job of trying to get my cock down her throat. I did not tell her that her daughter could manage it now. April had practiced long and hard to get her esophagus acclimated to my long, hard cock.