Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 29 - 68/104 = 65.38%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 29 - 68/104 = 65.38%)

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Chapter Notes

Chapter Notes

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We've been down the incest path before in this story series - so I don't think it's a problem - but...

We've been down the incest path before in this story series - so I don't think it's a problem - but...

I need to warn you that there is some sideshow antics between a "client" and their kid in this chapter. Previously, we've done mothers and daughters - or sisters. This time it's a mom and a son.

I need to warn you that there is some sideshow antics between a "client" and their kid in this chapter. Previously, we've done mothers and daughters - or sisters. This time it's a mom and a son.

Along those lines, I should also mention that the voting on whether or not to include Elise was heavily slanted towards bringing her in - so we'll (eventually) be seeing Sam getting freaky with big sis.

Along those lines, I should also mention that the voting on whether or not to include Elise was heavily slanted towards bringing her in - so we'll (eventually) be seeing Sam getting freaky with big sis.

I believe that I was pretty clear with my questions regarding this - so that means the bulk of you are okay with things going this direction. I just want to make sure everybody's on the same page.

I believe that I was pretty clear with my questions regarding this - so that means the bulk of you are okay with things going this direction. I just want to make sure everybody's on the same page.

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~~~ Week 29 - Tuesday ~~~

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Maggie wanted a few more minutes of sleep when we rolled out of bed in the morning. The rest of us tried to be as quiet as we could as we got ready to start our second day on the Traza project.

We must have been quiet enough - that or Maggie was really tired. She was asleep again by the time we got out of the shower. I asked Emily about waking her before we left - but my purple-headed pixie said that Maggie already had her alarm set, her clothes packed in her bag, and she only needed to walk through the door that split the apartment from the front office in order to be at work. She suggested just leaving her asleep. I gave my lusty lover a kiss on the temple and we slipped out of the back door.

I got the door of the truck open before April looked at me, smiled, and asked if I was bringing the new cordless reciprocating saw. I cursed, turned around, ran back to the house, unlocked the door, grabbed the saw and the batteries, closed the door, and headed back again.

When I thanked her, she shook her head and reminded me that it was usually my job to remind her to make sure to take the before and after photos of our landscaping jobs - so it was kind of fair that she'd had to save my butt this time.

Alyssa and Brian were already at the nursery, waiting for us.

As we carried bags of mulch to the truck, I asked Emily about the possibility of switching to bulk mulch for the larger projects. She told me that she was concerned about appearance and quality. Most of our clients wanted something that looked dressy from the get-go - and were willing to pay more to get it.

I asked her if she offered bulk mulch as an option when they were going over the specifications for the job and she said that she generally tried to offer our customers three choices: a cheap option, a middle-of-the-road choice, and a no-money-spared plan.

When I asked what they normally picked, she smiled and said, "middle-of-the-road with some extras thrown in".

"And then we throw in a couple other surprises at the end?" I asked.

She smiled more broadly and said, "Yes."

We arrived at the alderwoman's home and got busy transferring our tools, equipment, and supplies from the two trucks to the various parts of the job-site where they would be required. Once all of that work was finished, April, Brian, Alyssa, and I headed back to work on the stone path again.

Brian and I helped the girls get the stones for the next few feet laid out along the winding trail that Emily had marked off - and then he and I knelt on either side of the path with our saws and got ready to start ripping the sod. We carved around the stones that were in front of us as April and Alyssa continued placing more and more stones further down the path.

I didn't bother to second-guess any of their placement decisions. In my opinion, I had enough on my plate with trying to carve shapes in the turf that matched the stones. I let them be concerned about finding shapes that fit together well enough to fit the rules for how the things were supposed to be laid out.

When we had arrived at the work area, I had - of course - looked back over the results of our efforts from the first day. As much work as this all was, I had to agree that it was the quickest and cleanest way to put a path of stepping stones into an established yard. All we were doing was carving out the grass for the stones that the girls had picked out. The other option would have been to remove all of the sod from the entire path - and then replace it with either dirt that needed to be reseeded - or some surrounding material like pea gravel or chipped stone. This was a little more chaotic-looking at the moment - but the resulting path had a whole Hobbiton kind of look to it that really felt like it was a perfect blend of natural and man-made. Replacing all of the grass would have been a little too much like Isengard ripping up all of the trees.

As we had done before, Brian and I carved out the shapes and then called for the girls to pick up the stones. As each of the stones were lifted, Brian and I pulled the sod out, tossed it onto the tarp behind us, and then helped to level the soil so that the stone was just slightly above the turf when it was placed in the hole. Alyssa and April worked together, separately. Alyssa had commented that the bending forward to pick up the stone - and then holding it while Brian and I worked - was hard on her abdominal muscles. April decided to take turns with her.

While one lifted the stones so that Brian and I could work, the other went to get more stones to lay on the path ahead - so that we were always moving forward. Occasionally, the two of them would negotiate when one of them thought that one stone would work better in one spot than a different one - but, by and large, they worked without even having to talk.

Since we didn't need to converse in order to do our jobs, we started talking about Jessie joining our crew on Saturday morning - as well as about Samantha's plan for her and her mother to come to church with us on Sunday so that she could meet my mother.

From there, of course, April started talking about the possibility of doing the housing swap with Brian and Alyssa. At first, I think Alyssa had concerns that things were moving way too fast with our potential new helper. After I mentioned that we could discuss the swap even if we weren't ready to move things forward with Jessie, she seemed to step back long enough to actually consider that we should discuss the idea.

The longer she talked about what moving would mean - and the new possibilities that it offered - the more she began to like the idea. By the time Emily came over to check on us and to call for a water break, Alyssa was ready to talk seriously about switching spaces. She didn't remember the last time she was at our place. To our recollection, Brian had never been there.

Alyssa said that she wanted to come by after work and look the place over. If she and Brian were going to move in, she wanted to make sure there wasn't some remodeling that they wanted done before they switched. April and Emily immediately suggested that the kitchen/breakroom might need some tweaks. They thought everything else would probably pass Alyssa's review.

By the time we were sitting down for lunch at the diner, Maggie had sent quick snaps of each room. The girls pored over the photos while Brian and I mostly ignored them.

"That refrigerator needs to go," Alyssa said. "I don't know that I need the stove but I'd like a nice air fryer - not that we can't grab that after we move in. Does it have a dishwasher?"

By the end of the meal, Emily had the new refrigerator ordered. It would be delivered in two days. The three of us would be ripping out a small section of cabinets next to the sink. The dishwasher and the plumber were coming the day after the new fridge. We would move the old refrigerator to Maggie's garage to serve as a backup or a "beer fridge" - depending on our needs.

We headed back to the job-site to see if we could get most of the rest of the stone path done before the day was over. As we worked, Brian and Alyssa chatted about what things they wanted to do in order to make the apartment "theirs".

By the time the day ended, Brian was scowling at me while the girls all laughed at him. His evening was going to involve taking Alyssa out to dinner - and then heading to the home improvement store to start buying all of the stuff that his girlfriend wanted so that the two of them could do their makeover.

On the flipside, I was directed to head to the U-Haul place to buy some moving boxes so that we could start packing the things that we were taking with us. I was also tasked with picking up some street tacos from the taco truck - as well as chips and queso - of course. Meanwhile, the girls would start cleaning.

When I returned with the boxes, we stopped to eat. Emily and April both agreed that Alyssa's assessment about the needed improvements to the kitchen were all good choices. They said that Brian and Alyssa had stopped by for a quick tour of the place - so that they could see for themselves what the place looked like - and not have to depend on the pictures. The girls said that Brian was still pretending to mope when the pair left but Emily and April both said that they could tell that he was starting to get excited about the idea that he and Alyssa would end up with their own place.

We washed our hands and then ate our tacos. Afterwards, the girls hustled me into the shower to get ready for my evening session. Emily said that they had instructed me to hold off on getting cleaned up after work because I needed to be fresh to go to visit the massage therapist.

I asked her when we had decided that I needed a massage. April giggled and said that it happened when one of the moms who was still on my list had finally given in to Maggie's repeated attempts to get the woman to agree to let me have sexy-time with her.

From what the girls said, the woman was a massage therapist. Maggie had finally asked the lady if she'd ever thought about doing naughty things with a client and the mom admitted that she had. Maggie had apparently told her that this would be the perfect opportunity to indulge in that fantasy without having to worry about any repercussions. The lady had insisted that she was happily married. Maggie had supposedly told her that *she* didn't have to do anything - she could just do naughty stuff to me.

Of course, they chose to tell me all of this while we were showering. They made sure to rub their soapy bodies against mine - and grope my cock, balls, and ass - the whole time they were relaying the details to me. By the time I got out of the shower, I had a raging hard-on and needed to cum badly. Of course, they just took pictures and sent them to Maggie. I tried to convince them to send them to Alyssa as well but they said that they didn't think Brian would appreciate that.

I drove to the car dealership, swapped vehicles, and headed for the address for the woman's place of business.

"We're closing in a few... minutes...," the woman said.

"I'm Augie...," I told her.

"Oh! Uh... good...," she stammered.

She slipped past me, flipped the sign to "Closed", and flipped off the lobby light.

~~~ Week 29 - Katerina Sokolov (#69) ~~~

~~~ Week 29 - Katerina Sokolov (#69) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Maxim ~~~ Partner: Vladimir(married)~~~

~~~ Classmate: Maxim ~~~ Partner: Vladimir(married)~~~

"I warned Maggie that I wasn't interested in sex...," the woman said.

Mrs. Sokolov had straight black hair that hung to her waist. She had a red dress on that covered most of her body. The neckline was right against the bottom of her throat. The sleeves ended half-way between her elbows and her wrists - leaving her hands and wrists free to work - but limiting what I could see of her body. The dress wasn't overly bulky but it hid her curves and hung past her knees. She had orthopedic shoes on, wore no jewelry (not even a wedding ring), and had not put on an excessive amount of makeup.

The woman's face was a little severe. There was almost a worried expression on her face - either that I would try something or that her husband would walk in on us and accuse us of doing something inappropriate. The longer I looked at Maxim's mother, the more I wanted to do inappropriate things with her. I had this feeling that - if she really cut loose - she would be a terrific fuck. I was dying to see if I could make that happen.

"I've... uh... never done this kind of thing before...," I told her.

"That's not the impression that Maggie... Oh... You meant... a massage...?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

She pointed down the short hallway and then led the way. Past the little lobby, there was a restroom, and two additional rooms. We entered the first one. It kind of reminded me of an examination room at the doctor's office. The table looked a little different though.

"Normally, clients strip down to their underwear and then place a towel over..."

I kicked off my shoes and socks, peeled off my shirt, and dropped my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I leaned on the table and stepped out of my clothes. The only thing that I was still wearing was a smile.

"Oh...! My... good... ness..."

I hopped onto the bed. I could tell where my face was supposed to go - so I aimed at that spot. Katerina blushed as I tried to lie on my cock and then had to pull it against my stomach in order to lie down on the bed. Just before I tucked my face into the hole, I took the glasses off, spun them to the back of my head, and positioned them so that I thought the girls would still be able to watch.

"The... towel...?" she asked.

"I don't need it," I told her. "You can put it over my butt - if that bothers you..."

She did place the small towel on my ass - but she folded it first. It really didn't cover much more than my ass cheeks.

At that point, she gave a sigh, shook her arms out - like a volleyball player getting ready for the next serve - and then she began doing what I would assume was her normal thing.

At first, she was quiet. She began working on my feet, squeezing and massaging. I was surprised at how good it felt. I moaned softly once in a while. Finally, she spoke.

"I wasn't sure what kind of massage you wanted...," she said. "I can focus on addressing specific problem areas."

"Whatever you're doing feels great," I said. "Honestly, I'm just here to seduce you."

She chuckled.

"If that fails, then we fulfill whatever fantasy you have about being naughty with a customer. The way this is going, though, I think I'm going to owe you some money. That feels amazing."

"Thanks," she said.

Her hands moved up my legs - across my ankles to my calves.

"You have a few knots...," she remarked.

"Innocent question," I said, "should my penis be getting even more uncomfortable - wedged between my body and the table?"

She chuckled and said, "Most customers say that they get slightly aroused during massages - at least early-on."

As her hands moved to my knees and above, my position became even more uncomfortable.

"I'm going to need to roll over...," I warned her.

"Let me... move higher...," she suggested.

My ass muscles tensed as she brushed across them but she went to my lower-back next. As her fingers, hands, and elbows worked, my moans began coming non-stop.

I think I might have actually nodded off before she asked if she could take my glasses off of my head so that she could work on my neck. I asked her to set them on the towel, facing my head. That was when she noticed that there was something different about them.

"These glasses aren't prescription...," she commented. "Is that... a camera lens?"

"My two fiancées like to watch me with other women," I explained.

"Two...?" she inquired.

"Yes," I answered. "They also like to *taste* my conquests on me when I get home."

"Is that so?" she asked. "They are definitely far more open-minded about such things than my spouse - although I guess he gets up to more than I do. I just don't have a desire to watch what he does."

"He gets to play around and you don't?" I asked.

"Uh... He did such things before we began dating," she explained. "I let it go on too long before I said something about not liking it and he simply said that I'd agreed to it when I accepted his marriage proposal."

"That's not quite fair," I said.

"Your... fiancées... can be with other men?"

"It would bother me," I admitted. "I didn't tell them that they couldn't but - yeah - that's probably not fair."

"They know about each other?"

"We live and work together," I told her.

"They must really like you," she said. "I could not work with my husband."

"We get along pretty well," I said, nodding.

I groaned as she worked the kinks out of my shoulders.

"They *taste* your conquests...?"

"They suck me clean when I get home... and then we usually have sex."

"After you've already been with another woman?"

"I recharge quickly and they get really horny watching me with another woman."

"And you satisfy them?"

"Oh, yeah... I make sure they're... well... unless I fall asleep... but that's usually after they've cum a couple times."

"Each?"

"Yes."

"Goodness."

"Does your husband not satisfy you?" I asked.

"That's never been a... focus for our relationship...," Katerina replied.

"You didn't answer my question...," I told her. "I think I'm ready to flip over."

"I'm not really done with your shoulders...," she commented, before seeing that my penis was even stiffer than before. "Oh!"

I rolled to my back, put my glasses back on, tucked my hands behind my head, and let my cock stand up tall and proud.

"I have some... knots... that need to be worked out of a... specific problem area...," I told her. "You might want to take that dress off... things might get... messy."

She just stood there - gaping at my penis - for like two solid minutes.

"Why don't we trade spots?" I suggested. "If you've never really been satisfied..."

"That won't fit...," she declared.

"I was gonna use my mouth - and maybe a finger," I informed her.

"I don't think that would be a good idea...," she objected.

I hopped off of the table, picked Katerina up by her waist, carried her to the foot of the table, set her down, and then I began pushing her dress up her thighs - slowly - while kissing her.

Katerina's eyes were such a dark brown that they were almost black. Her eyes were not exactly happy with me at the beginning. She was not, yet, responding to my efforts to get her to kiss me. She wasn't exactly a cold, dead fish - but she was obviously not wanting to give into me... That changed within another minute, however. Gradually, her lips began to move against mine. Next, she was kissing me. It wasn't long until her tongue got involved. As her mouth began to cooperate, her eyes went from hostile to curious to eager.

I slid the bottom of her dress higher - bunching the material up in my hands. I got it to where she was sitting on the table and then pulled her into my arms so that I could push the material higher. I set her back on the edge of the table with her dress bunched up on her hips.

I leaned into her and kissed her again - while rubbing my hands up and down the insides of her legs - from the soles of her feet to her crotch. I gave her a hurried-up version of the rub-down that she had given me. Regardless of how un-erotic she said the thing was supposed to be, it was tough to sit there and take that much rubbing and caressing without responding. She was soon leaning against me and moaning into my kisses.

I dropped to my knees, pushed the crotch of her panties to the side, and I licked her labia. I had barely given her a moment to deal with those new sensations when I shoved the tip of my tongue into her slippery, musky furrow and took her breath away.