Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 29 - 70/104 = 67.30%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 29 - 70/104 = 67.30%)

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~~~ Week 29 - Thursday ~~~

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Emily, April, and I rolled out of bed, showered, dressed, and hurried off to the nursery to meet Brian and Alyssa.

We were starting on a project for a new client - so we arrived early and started gathering everything that we would need. Since it was only a two-day job, we would be grabbing almost everything from the very beginning. Additionally, with the next day being Friday, half of our team would be heading to Elena's house to do our weekly job there - so this new landscaping project would be split across Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.

The good news was that this particular job didn't have any "weirdness" to it. Emily had already warned the rest of us that April's pictures of Ms. Traza's garden path were eliciting a similar set of responses as the water feature that we had completed for Mr. Gorski had done. Nobody had booked jobs yet, asking for either of those things, but she warned that she was certain that it was just a matter of time.

As we worked side-by-side, Brian and I rehashed the particular details of the cam-show session that I had been involved in the previous evening with the classmate that we had affectionately nicknamed Willy Wonka - mostly due to his constant nagging to try to get somebody to let him shove his dick up their ass. I was still amazed that the evening had turned out as well as it had. Alyssa mentioned that she had snooped their cam-channel and the show had generated a lot of chatter. She laughingly told us that she expected Willy to call me back so that we could do a follow-up session together.

"Would you?" Brian asked.

"I don't know," I said.

"If Willy wasn't there?" he inquired.

"I'd definitely do his mom again," I said, nodding. "She was scary-good at that shit..."

"She was," Alyssa agreed, nodding as well. "I've seen so many women and girls just sitting there... waiting for something to happen. There was an excitement and energy to the show. Was she watching a timer or something?"

"Yeah," I said. "Willy had a digital timer running. I think they shoot for an hour-long show."

"I think that setting constraints like that shows a lot of commitment to keeping their energy levels up," Alyssa remarked. "It didn't feel forced at all. I don't remember seeing any other shows with that kind of vivacity recently. I couldn't have clicked away if I had wanted to."

After a moment, I thought of a question that I needed to ask the honey-blonde.

"How often are you surfing cam-shows?" I asked her.

"I used to browse around to get... uh... ideas...," she admitted, blushing hard.

"For her old job...," Brian interjected. "We were talking one night and she admitted seeing some cringy stuff. The two of us sometimes surf around some of those sites when we're bored - mostly making fun of people who are horrible. Willy's mom was way better than most..."

"I agree," I said, nodding.

I leered at Alyssa.

"Maybe we could show them how a real cam-show should look...," I teased her.

Brian chuckled. When Alyssa shoved me onto the ground and sat on my head, he laughed. I pinched her thigh. I was trying to pinch her crotch but she was doing a good job of keeping my fingers away. I laid a healthy smack on her ass before she got away though. Alyssa looked like she was considering a second attack but Brian told her to quit.

I admit a large amount of jealousy flooded through my body when she kissed him hard and he reached around her body to squeeze her ass.

"I'm ready for a place of our own," he told me.

"Mom cramping your style?" I teased.

"It's not... well... not really... but... yeah... I feel weird," he admitted.

"I'm glad it's gonna work out," I told him. "We probably should have thought of this sooner."

"Probably," he agreed.

"Initially, your mom's house was the location for my sessions," I told him. "Lately, it's been more of me going to their homes or whatever. If we're going to move in there, we won't really be able to go back to like it was before - but we really hadn't been doing that since Alyssa moved in there anyway - so it's not like it's a big shift. Like I said, we probably should have done this sooner."

"It'll be nice to have a place to ourselves," Alyssa said, pressing herself against her boyfriend again.

By lunchtime, all of us had started to talk about the upcoming holiday. Once we got through the weekend, we would have three days of work before Thanksgiving. Emily commented that we'd still need to do Elena's yardwork on Friday morning but - otherwise - she had us scheduled off for the long weekend.

The news that we'd have several days off from work led to a brief discussion about whether or not we'd have time to sneak off somewhere to a beach but - by the time we figured out how long it would take us to travel there and back - that really didn't leave enough time to justify the quick escape.

In the end, the only thing that we got decided was that we planned to make the housing switch on Saturday afternoon - after Jessie went home. That would give us the weekend to get settled into our new places. That thought led to conversation about where we would hold our holiday gathering. A quick call to Maggie left her excited about hosting the big meal at her/our place - which would have much more room to hold everyone than doing it at Mom's house would.

I expressed concerns that my mother might object to not holding the event at her place. However, Maggie assured me that she could adequately describe the amount of preparation that would be required - as well as the resultant cleanup - so that my mother would easily agree to letting us host.

After we finished eating lunch, the others headed for the vehicles while I settled the bill.

Back at Joseph Cambridge's house, we quickly got buried in our work again. In April's case, it was almost literal. She had been moving a wheelbarrow that was filled with soil that she and Emily were taking from one area and moving to another when the slight elevation change in the yard - and the slant of the little hillock that she was navigating around - caused her to lose control over the handcart. She ended up at the bottom of the pile - with the cart and the dirt on top of her.

We all came running when we heard her shriek as the center of gravity shifted and she knew she was in trouble. Of course, we gave her shit the whole time we were helping get her rescued and then get as much of the soil back into the wheelbarrow as we could so that she could finish the task that she had started.

When she whispered to Alyssa that she was pretty sure she had dirt all of the way inside of her panties, the three girls left Brian and me to finish with the dirt while Emily and Alyssa went to provide a privacy shield for April as she opened the door on the truck and stripped her clothes off so that she could get herself cleaned up.

Alyssa came back with tears in her eyes, reporting that my water bottle had been emptied in order to finally get the job done. When I teased April, telling her that I was going to pull her panties down and come get my drink, she complained that she still had something causing her discomfort and she'd be willing to let me see if I could reach it with my tongue. We were close enough to being done for the day that Emily finally decided just to send her home to shower.

A couple hours later, we finished for the day. Brian and Alyssa gave us a ride home. We came into the house to find Maggie sitting on the bed, holding April - who was still wrapped in a towel. The blonde had been spraying herself with the handheld shower wand when she dislodged a roly-poly (or pill bug) from somewhere on (or in) her body. Even though the things are harmless, she was traumatized.

When nothing we tried managed to distract her from her traumatic thoughts, Emily suggested having me shove my cock inside of her to smash any others that might be hiding in there. I thought she was just fucking around but April actually seemed to find the suggestion appealing.

That's how the four of us ended up on the bed - with Maggie and Emily sucking April's tits - while I pounded my cock into her hard enough to make sure that any other hidden pests were pulverized. April was adamant that I needed to cum in her to help flush out anything that I might have turned into mush.

I still thought the whole thing was a bunch of bunk but she at least seemed happier with things by the time we finished. None of the rest of us had bathed after work so we all moved from the bed to the shower. As soon as I was clean enough, Emily availed herself of the hard-on that she had created by making sure that my cock was properly scrubbed. When she'd gotten a climax or two, I mashed Maggie against the wall and gave her a couple shuddering climaxes as well.

Once we were all cleaned up after our brief orgy, we got into Maggie's car and headed out for dinner. Halfway there, Susan Hall called Maggie's phone. Emily (riding shotgun) answered. Sue wanted to know when we could get together to discuss our investments.

Since Sue hadn't eaten dinner yet either, we swung by her house to pick her up. As soon as she was in the backseat, she got her lusty hands and lips on me, telling me that she hadn't had a good orgasm in months. Maggie reminded her that it had only been a few weeks. Sue told her to keep her eyes on the road and not butt into other people's conversations.

April helped me undress the blind financial wizard. Sue gripped the back of the front seats and bounced on my cock for a few minutes before April whispered that she'd love to suck Sue's clit while I slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

At that point, I turned in the seat, leaned back, and pulled Sue backwards - onto my chest. Sue wriggled her pussy around and around on my cock as April licked and sucked her vulva, thighs, and her clitoris. Sue was screaming so loudly when we got to the restaurant that Maggie decided to circle the block - rather than pulling in to look for a parking place and risk having someone hear Sue and think that a murder was taking place.

When April finished, Sue kissed her hard and then turned and shared the taste of her pussy from April's lips to mine. I squeezed her tits and told her what a sexy momma she was. Sue told me that every time she listened to her daughter complain about her boyfriend's tiny dick, she kept having to fight the urge to suggest that she give me a call.

Sue laughed hysterically when Emily hissed at her. She promised my lavender-headed lover that she was only teasing.

As we got out of the car, I asked Maggie where we were. She told me that it was one of Sue's favorite places and she'd decided to bring us here as a surprise for her friend - as well as to introduce the rest of us to the place.

"The Chicken Pie Shop?!" Sue gasped, as she got a nose full of the smells coming from the place.

Maggie snickered. Sue wrapped her arms around Maggie and hugged her.

"My family never brings me here," Sue remarked. "First, I get my clit sucked and my pussy fucked and now I get homemade chicken pot pie... It's not even my birthday!"

Sue's energy and cheerfulness was always contagious and that night was no exception. All of us were grinning from ear to ear as we headed for the entrance to the small restaurant. Based on the number of vehicles in the parking lot, I was worried that we wouldn't find a place to sit.

The minute we got inside, however, a rotund woman, wearing an apron, spotted our special guest and rushed over to greet her like she was an old friend. The lady promised Sue that she would have a table ready for us in no time.

She went to the back, grabbed a young-looking kid, and pushed him out to the seating area - directing him towards a table that had just emptied. I had just started to point out to the hostess-lady that there was a man and woman ahead of us in line.

She, however, steered them to seats at the counter with the promise of a free slice of pie for being willing to let us take the table. With as quickly as the pair agreed to the compromise, I decided that I needed a piece of pie as well before we left.

The table was only made to seat four people but the server grabbed another chair from somewhere and then trundled off to grab dinnerware, napkins, and menus. She asked the couple at the counter if they needed menus and - when they said 'no' - she promised that she'd be right back.

She left us to look over the drink selections and buzzed back to the counter again. She listened to their orders and headed into the back, yelled at the cook, and then went to grab the pair's drinks, dinnerware, and napkins. She dropped off their things and headed back to our table.

She moved with such energy that I was caught unprepared when she returned and asked what I wanted to drink. Thankfully, Sue had been out with us enough to know my preference. Since she knew what the lady had, she ordered for me.

The waitress looked back and forth between the two of us and then bumped her hip to Sue's side and asked her if we were dating. Sue laughed heartily and told the woman that we were not dating - we were just having sex now and then. The lady in the apron laughed with her but her looks told me that she knew Sue well enough to know that there was truth hidden in the levity - and now she was even more curious.

She leaned in, closer, and asked Sue, "Since the others seem to know about your little boy-toy and aren't scowling at me, should I assume he's handling the lot of you...?"

"I really shouldn't give away any more of his secrets...," Sue whispered back, "but you're not too far off."

The woman gave me a look like she could eat me up like Sunday dinner and then turned back to the blind woman again.

"Pies for all?" she asked. "I don't recognize the others - except maybe your bodyguard..."

Maggie snickered and said, "I've only been here a time or two. I knew Sue would be pleased - but, yes, I brought them all here because I think the kids should try your pies."

The woman's eyes locked with mine again and I could almost hear her thoughts. She was thinking of another pie that she wanted me to taste. Truth be told, I was tempted. She wasn't a looker but she had this motherly way about her - not that I was at all tempted to do any of the things with my mother that I had been thinking about with this lady... It was just that she seemed so comforting and familiar and I thought I could easily lose myself in her arms... or breasts... or thighs... I shifted in my chair as my pants started to get uncomfortable.

I jumped when Sue's toes found my crotch and she pushed her foot against my stiffening cock. She snickered and leaned towards our waitress.

"Maybe I'll bring him to visit sometime, Mildred," she said quietly.

Mildred figured out where Sue's foot was. The woman's body gave a little jerk as she raised herself up again.

"Let me get those pies started and grab your drinks," she said, before hurrying off.

"She'd never cheat on Harlan," Sue remarked quietly after the woman left, "but I love teasing her."

"She looks awfully tempted...," Maggie told Sue.

"Harlan's family owns the restaurant," Sue replied. "Mildred started here as a waitress - years ago. She filled in for Harlan's mother when she was ill for a week or two. Made a few pies. They were a huge hit. Harlan's mother tried one when she came back. She handed Mildred her apron, changed the name of the place, and started waiting tables again."

Sue turned her head towards the entrance.

"I haven't heard anything about her in a while. If there's an old lady sitting in the far corner, that'll be Harlan's mother."

"There's no one there," Maggie whispered.

"I suspected," Sue replied.

Sue quieted before Mildred got close enough to overhear our conversations. The woman dropped off the drinks and then scurried off again to take care of another group. As she hurried off, she hollered back to us that our pies were in the oven and would be done in about 15 minutes.

As if she could read my mind, Sue locked eyes with me - though hers were dull and sightless.

"I'm not sure how she cooks them that quickly," Sue said. "I've heard all sorts of theories about how she does it - everything from her keeping the filling on a stovetop and shoving it into a quickly-baked shell - to her pre-cooking the pies and just needing to warm them up to serve..."

Several minutes later, Mildred got us drink refills a few minutes later and promised that it wouldn't be much longer. I watched as she scurried off to the kitchen and brought pies to the couple that had taken the seats at the counter. She chatted with them for a moment, raced to the pie case to grab their dessert selections, dropped those off, and then ducked back into the kitchen again.

A moment later, Mildred bustled out of the door with a tray in her hands that had five chicken pies on it. She headed straight for our table.

She stood and waited for us to try it before she would step away. Sue warned us that the first few bites would be very hot. I scalded the tip of my tongue and then stuck it into my drink glass to see if the cold beverage would help take the pain away. I did better on my second try. By that point, the girls were already making sounds that had my tummy rumbling - eager for my own taste.

I finally got a bite that I could taste. It was every bit as good as I had suspected that it would be - based on Sue's comments. It was the best blend of comfort food and savory richness. The crust was flaky and crispy.

"And?" Mildred asked.

"I suppose it'll do...," Sue teased the woman. "You see how none of them are talking about your pie, woman? They're too busy trying to get that next bite in their mouths. I'd say you've still got your touch."

Mildred grinned at the blind woman like Sue could see her. Sue grinned right back at her. The waitress headed off with our half-empty glasses to get us another refill. By the time she returned, I was beginning to wonder if I'd be able to still have room for dessert.

As if she'd read my mind, Mildred began rattling off the extensive list of choices - everything from fruit pies, to cream pies, to some decadent brownie thing that Sue claimed added inches to your waist just by looking at it.

"I've never even laid eyes on the things and I swear that I've added ten pounds, just smelling them," Sue boasted.

"You weren't just smelling the last one that I saw on your plate...," Mildred teased.

"Hush," Sue said, grinning wickedly. "I'd like the rest of my chicken pie to go and I'll have a brownie."

I had noticed the blind woman slowing down on her meal and it had not occurred to me that she'd had an ulterior motive. I had been pacing myself to finish the chicken pie while considering whether or not dessert was still an option. I jumped again when Sue's toes found my crotch.

"Should have watched me more closely, stud," she said quietly.

Mildred looked between the two of us, grinning and shaking her head.

"I want the chocolate cream pie," I told Mildred.

Maggie asked for coconut cream. Emily got apple pie. April was hesitating on gooseberry pie - which I had never heard of. She commented that her grandmother used to make it. Sue promised her that she wouldn't be disappointed. Mildred headed off to get boxes for everybody but me. I finally finished my last bite of chicken pie and leaned back in my chair, slowly rubbing my stomach.

"You got a baby in there?" April teased, running her hand over my bloated belly.

"A food baby...," Emily teased.

"Must be a baby elephant," Sue suggested, rubbing her toes on my crotch. "I think I feel his trunk coming out already..."

The others were still laughing when Mildred returned with the boxes and the pies. I could tell that she wanted to ask what they were going on about but she resisted the temptation.