Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 10

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Reminder: This series switched from Mature (the main theme of the story) to Incest/Taboo when Emily's mom became a regular fixture in Sam/Augie's bed. If/when he goes back to just fucking Emily and Maggie (along with the rest of the MILFs on the bucket list), I'll change it back to Mature.

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 13 - 28/104 = 26.9%)

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~~~ Week 13 - Saturday ~~~

Emily and I were working at the back of the parsonage, around mid-morning, when she saw the minister's car leave.

"You may have incoming," she warned me.

Two seconds later, Mrs. Melissa Jean Anderson came hurrying across the yard with her phone in her hands. She walked straight toward Emily - who stood to her feet and took off her glove.

"Can you do me a huge favor ... again?" Mrs. Anderson asked her.

Emily grinned and said, "Certainly."

"This map shows where my husband and Sondra are," she told her. "Could you buzz Sam's phone if either of them appear to be headed back this way?"

Emily took the phone and said, "Yes, of course. Have a good time."

The minister's wife turned to me and whispered, "I don't mean to rush ..."

"Lead on," I said.

She turned and hurried back towards the house. I followed after her, wondering if she was wearing panties under that sundress she had on.

"I need to grab a quick shower," I advised her, as we slipped inside.

"We don't have time!" she complained.

"I'm grimy and sweaty," I told her. "Unless you plan to wash the bedsheets when we're done, I need to clean up. You also won't want dirt in any of your hard-to-reach places."

She looked at me for a long, hard moment.

"Yes, of course," she sighed.

I followed her to the guest bathroom, stripped, and climbed into the shower. She looked down at my clothes - and the dust on the floor.

"You were right," she said.

"Maggie made me shower our first time - she's a smart lady," I said, pulling the curtain and starting the water.

"She is," Mrs. Anderson said, "and so, so generous to share you. She could have kept you to herself. I probably would have."

I laughed and said, "We had to tie you up the first time."

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped. "How had I forgotten that? I've gotten so used to my lust for you - and so accustomed to our sinful acts."

"We're all sinners," I told her.

"I'm pretty sure I'd be burned at the stake if anyone found out what I was up to right now," she said matter-of-factly.

I turned off the water. She handed me a towel.

"Done already?!" she gasped.

"I DID try to hurry," I said, smiling.

As I toweled off my hair, she reached under the towel to clasp my face in her hands. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me as I dried myself.

She looked down, caught my cock in her right hand and ran her fingers up and down it.

"Eyes up here," I told her, laughing.

She chuckled, leaned forward for another kiss, and stroked my dick as we made out.

"I'm a wanton whore," she moaned, stepping back, finally releasing my cock.

Her eyes lusted for my prick a moment longer and then brought them back to mine.

"We can do this later, if you need to," I told her.

"No! No," she said, calming herself. "I need you - so badly - Samuel Fowler. I've already broken faith with my spouse with what I've done in the last five minutes. There's no reason to stop now - and you've no idea how badly I need this."

I threw the towel into the hamper and held my hand out to her, grabbing my phone with the other.

She led me down the hall - to an office. She held my hand and we looked into the small room.

"I was going to have you sit in his chair - with me beneath the desk," she whispered. "I was going to service you with my mouth as you sat in his place. I was going to take your seed down my throat and into my stomach."

"We can do that," I said.

"My ... my pussy is on fire," she said, looking up, into my eyes. "I need that monster inside of me. I need to feel your seed - your hot spend - pouring into my body - spraying against my wretched womb."

She turned away from the office and guided me to the end of the hall. We stepped into the master bedroom. She led me to the left side, pulled back the covers, and patted the pillow.

"This is his place," she said, almost reverently.

"Are you sure we should ...?" I asked.

"He ... he doesn't lay here when we have sex," she said. "He rolls on top of me - on my side. Lie down in his place."

I laid my phone on the nightstand and rolled onto the mattress, laying my head on his pillow. My hair wasn't completely dry yet. If anybody touched the pillow when we were done, they would know someone had been here.

As I lay in the minister's place in their marriage bed, the man's wife leaned over me, kissed me with a lover's kiss, and stroked my rigid cock. We kissed for several minutes as her hand busied itself with my prick.

She stood up, peeled off her dress, unclasped her bra, and dropped them to the carpet. As I suspected, she had not been wearing panties.

She climbed on top of me, socketed my cock into her entrance, slid it as far into her vagina as it would go, and then laid her body on top of mine.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her.

Her deflated breasts lay trapped between us. She didn't move. I listened carefully, expecting to hear her crying, but she was just breathing - in and out, in and out.

After several minutes, she sat up, placed her hands on my biceps, and began to raise and lower her body - sliding my prick out of her cunt - and then spearing it back inside again. Each time, she lowered herself onto me until she felt the head of my cock bump against the furthest depths of her channel.

As she worked her vagina up and down my length - over and over - I studied her face. I would have gladly sucked her breasts - or kissed her neck - but she was sitting straight and tall - riding my cock like it was a prancing pony.

After a couple minutes, the rigidity of what she was doing began to fracture. Her passion was beginning to show through the stoic façade. A few minutes later, she was moaning as she rode me. I took her hips in my hands and poured my affection for her through my eyes into hers.

"Sweet boy," she purred, staring back at me.

"Use me, lover," I called softly to her. "I want to see the ecstasy on your face. I want to feel your beautiful pussy trembling around my cock - letting me know that I've given you a little happiness."

Her eyes misted a bit.

"I'm always happy when I'm with you," she cooed.

"You didn't look very happy a few minutes ago," I told her.

"I was trying to deny what I was doing - even as I did it," she said.

"I take the blame for all of this," I told her.

"No," she said, firmly. "The guilt is mine."

"Then use my body and take what you need," I told her. "I give it freely to you."

She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed the life out of me.

When she sat up again, it was like she was a different person.

A feral hunger filled her eyes. Her left fist gripped my arm. Her right hand took hold of her breast and pulled the nipple to her lips. She rode me at full gallop as she sucked and gnawed on her stiff teat, moaning louder and louder. She grabbed the other breast and abused that nipple as well.

I gripped her hips tighter and looked down to where my cock was stretching her cunt - each time she threw her body back onto mine.

She leaned forward, grabbed my biceps in both fists, and moaned, "Fuck me, Sam."

I took hold of her hips, raised the lower half of her body until the head of my cock was snuggled at the mouth of her vagina, and then I thrusted up into her. I held her body in place and fucked her from below - losing focus of everything except thrusting into her depths over and over again.

Her arms gave way after her second climax. Her cheek rested on my shoulder. Her eyes were locked onto my face as I pistoned my cock up into her again and again.

"Fill me," she moaned.

A moment later, her body went rigid and the extra tension - up and down my prick - was all that my balls needed in order for them to explode. I pulled my lover's cunt down - filling her with as much of my prick as would fit - and flooded her with my seed.

She pursed her lips and kissed my cheek.

When my cock had finished spewing, I let her body relax onto mine. As we caught our breath, I ran my hands up and down her body, massaging and caressing her.

"I love this so much," she said. "You are spoiling me rotten."

"Spoiling you?" I said. "Maybe I need to teach your husband how to care for his lover."

She laughed loudly - and then apologized for making my ear ring.

"You may want to get dressed," Emily said from the hallway.

Mrs. Anderson pushed her chest up from mine and gasped.

Emily looked at me.

"I tried calling - but you didn't answer," she told me.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen.

"Shit! It was on 'Do Not Disturb'," I gasped.

I gave my lover a quick kiss and stood up, bringing her with me.

"I'll jump in the shower," she said, "and then start on lunch. Throw on your clothes and slip out the back."

Naked, she grabbed her things from the floor, and followed me to the hall. I slipped past Emily towards the guest bathroom. Mrs. Anderson took her phone back and gave my fiancé a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Emily," she said.

"No problem," she replied. "I'll stand by the back door and make up an excuse if Sondra gets inside before Sam can get dressed and slip out.

"There's a small mess on the floor," I warned, coming back out to the hallway.

"I'll just tell her that you had to use the bathroom," the minister's wife said, waving us away.

Melissa stepped back into her room and headed for the shower. Emily and I slipped down the hall and out of the back door.

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Lunch was a modest affair - cold-cut sandwiches and a small salad. The three of us sat and chatted as if we had not all seen each other naked just an hour before.

After the meal, Emily and I thanked our hostess for the food. She smiled - with a twinkle in her eye - and waved us off to our work.

"Everything go okay?" Emily asked me.

"She was feeling guilty at first," I said.

"But chose to fuck you on their bed?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Bold," she said, grinning.

"The man is obviously not overly concerned about his wife," I said.

"Sam," she replied. "You don't realize how different you are."

"How's that?" I asked.

"Even when you're slamming your cock into a woman, you're studying her face to see if it's everything you want it to be for her," she replied.

"And?"

"And - from what I understand - most guys don't do that," she said. "Dad definitely didn't."

"You're dad's a self-absorbed cunt," I said.

Her face grew serious.

"Sorry," I said, unsure about where I'd messed up.

She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.

"I don't know that ANY daughter - in the history of the world - has thanked her fiancé for fucking her mother - but I appreciate everything that you've done for my mom - including showing her what it's like to have a lover who really cares about her."

I studied her face until she started giggling. She gave me another quick kiss and then shoved me away.

"Get busy," she ordered, "or we're never finishing this job!"

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I was still drying off, after our shower together, when Emily told me that we were meeting Maggie, Maria, and Emily's mom for dinner.

"You're spending the night at Maria's," she told me. "Pack a bag. Once the two of you have left, I'll have mom keep watch while I duck into the old house and grab that box from the laundry room."

"What's in there that your dad was so pissed about?"

"Legal documents," she said.

"And the box of tampons in Elena's shed?"

She waggled a finger at me and shook her head, smiling.

"Forget that exists," she warned me.

"We picking up your mom on the way to the restaurant?" I asked.

"Maggie's bringing her," she said. "Make sure you pack your leather Speedo for Maria."

"I doubt I'll have it on long enough for her to even notice," I replied.

"Oh, she'll notice," Emily assured me, laughing.

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At dinner, Maria informed us that whatever wrangling the judge's wife had been able to do had, it appeared, kicked in. Our frustrated lawyer was finally able to file a complaint against Emily's dad that accused him of threatening me. The feisty attorney had subpoenaed the two officers who had been there at the time he'd made the statement. She had also filed suit against the police department. She had FOIA'd them for the records of the number of times that she had been pulled over in the last month. In the legal filing, she had submitted video records from her dash-cam that showed that half of the traffic stops had never been logged into the official records. She said that the Chief of Police was madder than a hornet - and was looking for somebody to fire. She told us that the two officers that were the subject of the subpoenas also happened to be the main ones who had failed to document the incidents when they had pulled Maria over.

"How did me - fucking his wife all over their house - get the judge to cooperate?" I asked.

"From what she said," Maria replied, "he's been getting a little carried away, cavorting with female friends and subordinates. She doesn't have proof that he's cheated on her - but she's sure he has. She said he was fit to be tied when he came home and found - as you described it 'the crime scene'. She told him that he was acting just like David - thinking he was allowed to do as he pleased and expecting his wife to ignore his affairs and not behave in the same way that he was. She told him that, if he didn't straighten his ass up and start appreciating her, she was going to record the two of you cuckolding him and send the video to a bunch of his friends."

"That worked?" Emily asked.

Maria laughed and said, "Apparently, the good judge has never gotten his wife to squirt and - between the mess on his desk - and the massive load of jism that your fiancé left splattered across his wife's body - it was impossible for him to deny that she'd been with a man who had done more to (and for) her than he'd ever managed."

"She's not the only one," Lena said, leaning over to kiss my cheek.

Maggie chuckled and said, "Maria said that the woman bought five of those string bangle things that the kids wear on their wrists - friendship bracelets?"

Maria nodded and said, "She never takes them off."

Emily looked at me with a quirked eyebrow.

"She came five times before I glazed her," I said.

"The judge's best is three," Maggie reported, chuckling.

"Fuck," I gasped, "I could give her three with my fucking pinky."

The women around me began laughing.

"Probably," Maria snorted, with tears in her eyes, "about the same size ..."

At that point, we were all laughing so hard that the rest of the customers in the restaurant had begun to stare. We decided that it was time for us to go.

I walked Maria to her car, opened the driver's door for her, and helped her inside. I jogged around and climbed into my seat. She started the car and we headed for her place.

As we waited on a traffic light, I laid my hand on the center console with my palm up and my fingers spread apart. She put her hand in mine, twining our fingers together.

"I'm gonna need something a little bigger than your pinky tonight," she told me, grinning.

The light changed and she pressed her foot down on the accelerator.

"Whatever you need, sweet lady," I promised.

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In her bedroom, I stripped to the Speedos and then clipped the bow-tie around my neck.

The caramel-skinned attorney was in her bra and panties when she looked over to see why I had stopped moving. She snickered and came over to wrap her arms around me.

I hugged her body to mine and returned her kisses with the same heat and intensity that she was giving me.

"It's been too long," she moaned.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her in the center of it and crouched - on all fours - over her. I left a trail of kisses that ran from her lips, down her neck, around the edges of her bra, across her toned stomach, around her navel and down - to the waistband of her pink cotton panties.

I looked into her eyes as I began nibbling and chewing my way down the front of those panties - from the elastic at the top - to the bottom of the crotch - deep between her thighs.

Her fingers dragged and stroked through my hair as I teased her. Light tremors were already suffusing her body.

I placed my palms against the inside of her thighs and pushed gently - making sure that she stayed open for me.

"Fuck, Sam ...," she moaned.

Using only the tip of my tongue, I made my way around the borders of her panties, tracing the edges of the garment - teasing her tender flesh all along the sides and top of it.

She hissed at me as I used my tongue to push the crotch to the side so that I could lap at her labia - first on the right - and then on the left.

Her fingers tensed against my scalp as I shoved my nose into the cloth of her cotton bikini briefs and began chewing on her vulva - starting at the bottom and working my way upward - millimeter by millimeter - until my teeth and lips were on her clitoris.

She gasped and shoved me away - and then pulled me back to the bottom of her slit - where her sweet-smelling cunt was hiding behind the thin layer of cloth.

One of her hands gripped my hair. The index finger of the other one reached down and pulled the crotch of the pink panties to the side. She tugged my mouth to her nether lips. I kissed them and then dove in.

She moaned and writhed as I devoured her. She held my face against her cunt as I licked and chewed on the bottom half of her vulva - and the entrance to her vagina.

I made my tongue as rigid as possible and shoved it inside of her.

"Yes...!" she hissed. "Harder! Faster!"

I tongue-fucked her cunt for little more than a minute before her thighs wrapped around my head and she rode my face through her climax.

When she let her legs fall open, once again, I looked up at her.

"Straddle my ribs," she ordered. "Let me see that beast."

I crawled up her body, kissed her lips softly, and then did as she ordered.

She reached up, pulled the crotch of the Speedo away from my groin until she could get my cock to spill out of the side.

"Fuck!" she gasped. "I forgot how massive this thing is!"

She wrapped her right fist around it, looked into my eyes. She placed the head between her lips, and began stroking me. She wormed her left hand into the briefs and massaged my balls as she jacked my cock.

Excruciatingly-intense suction enveloped the head of my prick. I threw my head back and groaned in sweet agony.

I looked back down into her eyes. She smiled at me.

There's little in the world more beautiful than a woman smiling at you with her lips wrapped around the head of your penis.

She teased the urethra with the tip of her tongue and then pulled off of me, still stroking me.

"I need you inside of me, sweet boy," she purred.

I moved back to my place between her thighs and leaned down to press my lips to hers. Her kisses were soft but pleading. This time, her hand was holding the crotch of her panties aside. I pressed the head of my dick against her opening and paused.

The intense need in her eyes filled me with a desire to do whatever I could to bring her wholeness. As I pressed into her, her eyes widened for a moment and then - as I filled her completely - a look of contentedness took hold of her expression.

I eased my dick out of her - and then slowly slid it in again. She smiled at me.

"I love you, Maria," I whispered, as I pistoned my cock in and out of her.