Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 30 - 71/104 = 68.27%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 30 - 71/104 = 68.27%)

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~~~ Week 30 - Wednesday - Thanksgiving Eve ~~~

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I woke up just before the alarm and looked to see who had ended up sleeping in my bed. I was surprised to find that it was just my sister and me. A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She answered the question on my mind before I could give it voice.

"Emily and April said they were going to bed with Maggie," she reported. "They told me to keep you company."

She studied my face for a moment.

"They don't do that often, do they?" she asked.

"We just moved in," I answered. "We're still figuring things out..."

"... but it's not like them, right? They're usually pressed up against you when you wake up? I would be."

I pulled her closer and kissed her on the temple.

"Look at you," she said, "consoling me and pretending to be the older sibling."

There was something in her voice...

I flipped her to her back, discovered that she was naked, and bent to lick her pussy. She squirmed. I saw embers in her eyes stir into flame. I pushed her hands over her head, crossed her wrists, and held them down with my left hand. I fisted my cock, rubbed it up and down her slit until she moaned, and then shoved it inside in one quick thrust.

"Fuck, Sam...," my sister moaned.

I wrapped my right hand around the backside of her neck and skull, pulled her head up a little, mashed my lips to hers, and then I started fucking her as fast as I could - while continuing to pin her down.

She hadn't said that she wanted fucked but she also hadn't objected when I took her. I was certain that I saw something in her eyes. Her kisses grew hungrier as I slid my cock in and out of her. Elise raised her legs and hooked her heels into my butt. As I pushed into her, she tightened her thighs and helped me push faster, harder, and deeper. Soon she was panting for air while still trying to make out with me.

I released her wrists and her head. I hooked my elbows under her knees, folded her in half, and redoubled my efforts - fucking her faster and slamming into her so hard that her body bounced off of the mattress and met me on the rebound as I thrust into her again.

"You think you can just fuck me whenever you want, is that it?" she challenged.

"You got a problem with that?" I asked between thrusts.

"Not so long as you don't half-ass it," she said with a smirk.

"No worries then," I told her.

Elise looked like she wanted to reply - but a moment later her fingers dug into my forearms and I knew she was close. I decided to make her beg for it. I pulled my cock out of her and took a breather.

"What?! No! Sam!"

Elise reached down, grabbed my slippery cock and tried to pull it back to her needy hole. I resisted initially - but then gave in a little more and a little more until she got the tip back inside of her. As soon as I knew we were aligned again, I slammed into her and poured on the speed - going even faster than before.

"You piece of shit!" she barked.

A moment later, her fingernails were digging into my biceps so hard that I was certain that she was about to draw blood. I thrust harder - slamming into her with so much force that her body shook each time we collided. She didn't notice. Her climax was so close that everything else had faded into the background.

I pumped my cock into my sister's cunt a dozen more times before she keened and then the keening turned into a wailing cry that had my name buried in there somewhere. As Elise's wail reached a crescendo, I felt her vagina twist and convulse like an injured snake. Her pussy muscles sucked and pulled at me - and it was all over. I buried myself in my big sister's tight pussy and began cumming in her just as her body convulsed again and I felt her hot jism wash over my penis, heading for my balls.

The look on my sister's face as she came on my cock was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen. I leaned down and gave her a tender kiss. She snaked her arms around my neck and pulled me into another make-out session.

"You two need to shower and bring the van," Emily whispered from the doorway. "Jessie is driving herself. We'll meet you there."

"Sorry," I said.

"It was beautiful," April said, grinning at the two of us. "Love you both."

"Thank you," Elise told her. "I love you guys too."

As soon as the two of them disappeared, I rolled my sister towards the side of the bed closest to the bathroom door and then carried her into the shower. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm. As soon as I pulled my dick out of Elise's pussy, a massive gooey mess splattered to the floor of the shower.

"How do you cum that much?" she asked.

"I was horny," I replied, giving her a kiss.

She just shook her head, grinning, and started cleaning up. She giggled as I scrubbed her tits. I moaned when she scrubbed my penis. She squirmed when I scrubbed her pussy. She reminded me that we were supposed to be hurrying.

We got cleaned up, dried off, dressed, and hurried back to Sally Brooks' house.

When I got out of the van, Samantha came running over.

"You're late," she said. "Were you kissing Elise?"

I scooped her up and gave her kisses on both cheeks. Samantha squealed, pushed me away, and wiped my kisses off. As soon as I set her down, she raced over to Alyssa and Brian.

"Run, Alyssa! Sam's kissing everybody today!"

Alyssa snickered at her.

"I'm safe though?" Brian teased.

"Yes, Sam doesn't give you kisses," Samantha stated matter-of-factly.

"Thank goodness," Brian said, grinning at me.

"I wouldn't want to make Alyssa jealous...," I teased.

"I promise not to be jealous," Alyssa said, grinning from ear to ear. "You have my permission."

I'm not sure what my face looked like - probably the same as Brian's. Alyssa laughed so hard that she ended up rolling around on the ground. Samantha climbed onto her and asked what was so funny. That only made Alyssa laugh harder. I glanced over at the other three to see them grinning as they watched us.

Once Alyssa had gotten herself under control again, she got back to helping Brian, Samantha, and me. As we worked, Samantha told me what they had accomplished before I "decided to show up". I caught Brian smothering a laugh as the little taskmaster castigated me for being tardy.

Once she'd finished addressing all of my faults, Samantha started telling us about Nana's symptoms and everything that she was doing to get herself feeling better so that she would be able to host her family for Thanksgiving. The three of us worked as the five-year-old got us caught up on all of the latest news.

She had just started in on telling us about Jersey's marital status when Jessie yelled over at her to stop sharing other people's personal information. Samantha gave an irritated huff, grumbled about not having anything else to talk about, and then went quiet for almost a solid minute.

Since she wasn't allowed to talk anymore, she started asking questions. First, she asked Alyssa how she and Brian had met. I was thankful that she hadn't started in on me. Alyssa, apparently, decided that the story was safe enough for a child to hear and began to relate about how Brian had been going to college and had gotten hurt and ended up in the hospital. She was able to stretch the story out until it was time for our morning water break. By that point, I think Samantha liked Brian more than she liked me - although she still stayed at my side as we worked.

When Jessie came over with Samantha's allotment of fresh fruit, she told her daughter to make sure that she was working and not spending all of her time talking. Samantha put her hands on her hips and gave her mother a look like she was about to launch into a "practice what you preach" sermon. I stepped between them to intervene.

I set my hands on my hips and gave Samantha the same look that she had just been giving her mother.

"Why are you doing that?" she asked.

"I'm showing you how you look right now," I told her.

"Mommy said to stop talking but she's been talking all morning...," Samantha retorted.

"We all chat while we're working," I agreed, nodding my head. "Your mother was simply telling you to ease up a little - not to stop entirely. I don't have a problem with your words. I have a problem with your attitude. You are not the boss. Mommy is."

"Emily's the boss," Samantha corrected.

Alyssa gave a bark of laughter and quickly turned away from the conversation.

Emily stepped over and gave Samantha a look.

"Who brought you to work today?" Emily asked her.

"Mommy," Samantha said easily.

"If you want to go home with her," Emily told the girl, "you should probably reconsider backtalking her when she's correcting you."

With that, Emily turned and headed back to her work.

Samantha looked around at the rest of us and then took her hands off of her hips.

"Sorry, Mommy," she said.

Jessie walked over, kissed her daughter on the forehead, and then headed to join Emily. April headed off with her.

I took another drink of my water and set my bottle aside to get back to work. Samantha finished her fruit, got another drink, and came to join Alyssa, Brian, and me.

"What can we talk about?" Samantha asked.

"What's everybody's favorite food for Thanksgiving?" I asked.

"Pizza!" Brian said with a grin.

Alyssa giggled.

"You can't have pizza for Thanksgiving!" Samantha objected.

"You can if you're at college and your parents aren't around," Brian said.

"You never actually...," I said.

"Shhh," he told me with a wink.

"My favorite is mashed potatoes," I said.

"Yams," Alyssa announced.

"Eww!" I said - at the same time as Samantha.

Brian chuckled.

"Do you like them?" I asked him.

"Hell, no," he said.

"Language," Alyssa reminded him.

"Sorry," he said.

"How old do you have to be to cuss?" Samantha asked.

"40!" her mother yelled across the yard.

"Mom!" Samantha complained.

We spent the next half-hour talking about our favorite Thanksgiving foods, regular food, desserts, and then carnival foods. Surprisingly - or maybe not - Samantha and I liked a lot of the same things.

By the time lunch rolled around, we were all starving. Brian laughed and said that we always somehow ended up talking about food when it was getting close to a meal. Samantha asked me to ride with her. Elise took my place in Emily's truck. We left the van at the job-site again and headed for the diner.

"Hi, Sam's mom," Samantha said as she left the bathroom. "Hi, Rhonda."

"You working hard today?" Rhonda asked.

"Yes," Samantha said, beaming.

"I'll bet you're hungry," Rhonda told her. "Would you like French toast, a fried egg, and a sausage circle again?"

"Yes, please, with white milk," Samantha replied.

"Very good, little miss," Rhonda answered. "I'll go make sure Mel remembered.

"Thank you!" Samantha called after her.

We piled into our usual seats. Brian and Alyssa, me and Samantha, Emily and Jessie, April and Elise.

"Hello dears," Mom said.

Samantha and I got kisses on our heads after Mom delivered our drinks.

"That's where you get all of the kissing from...," Samantha noted.

Mom gave me a look at the same time that Alyssa buried her face in Brian's shoulder to keep from laughing. Behind me, I heard April snort. I couldn't see my sister's face but I worried that she was blushing.

I was spared from further worries when Rhonda called Mom to come help carry the food.

As soon as we were served, I cut Samantha's food items into pieces. Behind me, I heard Jessie settle back into her seat after checking on me. Emily hugged her and told her to stop worrying. Jessie whispered a thank you to her and explained that it was hard. I hadn't even realized that Mom was still hovering until she turned and headed off.

I was certainly very glad that my mother was getting to see all of us interacting together. When it came time to tell her that Elise was moving in - and that Jessie and Samantha would potentially be joining us as well - she would already have lots of chances to see how much we cared for each other. I loved that we were a close-knit group - and not just when we were snuggling together under the covers - or rolling around in the back of a cargo van. My penis began to stiffen as I thought about my intense lovemaking session with Jessie the previous afternoon. I was already aching to be between her thighs again.

I realized that Samantha was staring at me. She was waiting for me to finish cutting up her food.

"Sorry," I said. "I was daydreaming."

"About what?" Samantha asked.

I struggled to craft a lie that would be appropriate. I was still thinking about how snug her mother's pussy was.

"The... van...," I stammered.

"We're planning some upgrades," Brian added. "Sam's probably thinking about how we're going to secure the tools so that they're not banging around in the back..."

"Yeah, Lord knows there's already enough scuff-marks on that floor," Alyssa said, giving me a wide grin. "We don't want to get any more back there if we can help it."

She flinched when Brian pinched her. I fought to keep from chuckling.

Samantha looked back and forth between the three of us, shrugged, and started eating her bites. She popped one into her mouth, showed me by opening her mouth to let me look inside, and then she began to chew.

"Good girl," I said.

"Bad girl," Brian whispered to Alyssa, giving her a playful pinch again.

"I'll show you bad...," Alyssa told him.

"Children, behave...," I called to them.

Alyssa stuck her tongue out at me - but then spied Samantha watching her. She blushed and started eating.

When we finished eating, Samantha showed me that her plate was clean - and her mouth was empty - and then she took her mother's hand to head outside with the others.

Mom was grinning at me when I headed for the counter.

"She's a stinker," Mom said.

"I was worse I think," I replied.

"Your sister always complained," Mom said, looking down and blushing with embarrassment.

"You and Elise did right by me," I told her. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of."

"Still wish I'd been around more," she said.

"Not your fault that Dad left you with two kids and little enough to raise them," I replied.

I wrapped my arms around her, squeezed her, and kissed her on the temple.

I handed her my charge-card and waited for the receipt and the pen. I scribbled my usual tip on there and handed them back, shoving my card back into my wallet.

"How do you afford to eat here all of the time - and tip like this?" she asked.

"We don't eat out often at night, we don't pay rent, we have no car payments,... and Sue's got us well-positioned for the future."

"She's good," Mom said, nodding. "How did you get her to take you on?"

I tried to figure out how to answer that question but I watched as my mother figured it out. The crimson blush started at her collarbone and soon covered her whole head and shoulders.

"She's good to us and I...," I said.

"Don't," Mom said. "I should have known better than to ask."

"I love you," I said again. "Every person on my team adores you."

"I'm an overbearing nag," Mom replied.

"You're a hardworking, single mom who did everything that she had to do - and continues to - in order to take care of everybody around her. You're a fucking saint, Mom."

Mom lovingly placed her hand on my cheek, looked into my eyes, and kissed the corner of my mouth.

"It's hard for me, sometimes," she said.

"You don't have to worry about me," I said. "You taught me to take care of myself."

She gave a shuddering sob and I realized that she had taken my words differently than I had meant them. Rhonda rushed past us to take the coffee pot to one of Mom's customers.

"I need to get back to work," Mom said.

I hugged her again and kissed her on the temple.

"We're doing Thanksgiving at Maggie's," I told her. "There's more room there for us to spread out. Over the weekend, Elise is moving in with us. It'll make things easier for everybody. We're not leaving you behind. You and Lena can come by anytime. We'll still do Sundays at your place."

"You need to go," Mom said, giving me another quick kiss.

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you too," she replied.

"I love you too," a familiar voice from up front called out.

"You hush, Roger!" Rhonda said, laughing.

I squeezed Mom's hand and headed for the rear exit. Emily was waiting with the window rolled down.

"Everything okay?"

"Mom's moping," I said.

I glanced over at my sister.

"I warned her that we were having Thanksgiving at Maggie's," I advised my sister.

"I told her the other day," Elise replied.

"I also told her that we were moving you out - and not because you were trying to get away from her."

"I've been there too long already," Elise answered. "I love her to pieces - but she and Lena were starting to drive me crazy."

"She was feeling guilty about dumping me on you all of the time," I warned my sister.

Elise sighed and said, "I shouldn't have complained so much..."

"I told her that it was Dad's fault - not hers," I replied.

"Not that she'll listen...," Elise said with another sigh.

"I know," I agreed.

"Thanks for trying," Elise said.

"I told her that she and Lena were welcome to drop by Maggie's anytime...," I said with a grin.

"Oh, that'll be rich," Elise said, laughing. "Sorry, your kids are busy fucking... can I get you a lemonade while we wait for them to finish?"

Elise realized that she'd been talking out loud. She quickly looked around to see who was nearby. I couldn't keep from laughing at her.

"Shut up, dick," Elise growled.

"Yeah, dick," April said, grinning.

"We need a family meeting," I told Emily.

"For?" she asked.

"If Elise and Jessie are moving in, we're all not going to fit in the same bed...," I suggested.

"You want to schedule our nights?" Emily guessed.

"We'll need to figure something out," I confirmed.

"I think you are free tonight," she replied. "Sushi and hot tub?"

"Sure," I answered.

"Invite Brian and Alyssa?"

"As mediators?" I inquired.

"Some of this is team-related," Emily replied.

"True," I said. "I'll let them know."

"Okay," she replied. "Love you."

I looked across all three faces.

"I love you all - more than you really know," I told them.

"Fuck break!" April cheered. "I call dibs on the van when we..."

"Stop," Emily said, laughing. "We still have Samantha..."

"Oh... fuck...," April sighed.

Elise laughed.

"Are we ready to start talking to Jessie about moving in?" Emily asked.

"Probably not," I replied. "Her mother wasn't super-happy about Elise babysitting while Jessie and I were bumping uglies in the back of the van."

"I thought our mom was bad...," Elise confirmed.

"Okay, we'll hold on that then...," Emily agreed.

"I think Jessie's going to have to make the decision for herself," I told her. "You could suggest that we have places for them."

"I'll start with that then," Emily said, nodding.

"We need to get going...," April suggested.

I blew the three of them kisses and headed for Jessie's car. I dropped into the passenger seat and pulled on my safety belt.

"Everything okay?" Jessie asked.

"My mom was feeling guilty about not spending time with me as a kid while working three jobs and still somehow managing to raise me," I told her.

I looked over to see Jessie glancing back at Samantha.

"It's hard," she said, nodding. "If I didn't have Mom..."

"But Samantha viewing your mother as a babysitter isn't good either," I said. "My relationship with Elise gets weird sometimes because she practically raised me. When we were kids, she resented having to drag me around with her all of the time."