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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 14 - 30/104 = 28.8%)
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~~~ Week 14 - Wednesday ~~~
As the three of us worked that morning, we discovered that we were quickly running out of tasks. I had known that we were getting close to finishing the project - but Mrs. Anderson's help had probably shortened our work by more than a couple hours. We finished up what we were working on by lunch.
Emily asked the woman if we needed to swing by the house (for sex) again, but the minister's wife protested that she was still sore from the day before. She confessed that her husband had fucked her the previous night as well - and that activity had aggravated the bruises that she said I'd given her when we'd fucked in the shower. She smiled as she said it, so I didn't worry about it too much.
The three of us ate lunch at the diner and returned to the parsonage.
We circled around the property and checked over all of the work we had completed. We found a spot where we decided we could use a couple more small shrubs. We jumped into the truck and headed for the nursery. Mr. Reynolds caught up to us as we were loading the items into the truck.
"New employee?" he asked, smiling.
He held his hand out to Mrs. Anderson. She smiled and shook it.
"Some of the parishioners were complaining about costs," she reported. "I'm attempting to neuter the naysayers with a little sweat equity."
He looked at me and said, "She doesn't make you nervous, talking about neutering?"
Mrs. Anderson leaned forward and whispered, "Nothing to worry about there."
Ronnie laughed and said, "Alright then. You guys almost done?"
"Doing a final once-over," I told him. "This is probably the last of it."
"I'll follow you back over there and give it a look, if you don't mind," he said.
"It's your reputation," I replied, nodding.
"Yours as well - but I don't think either of us have anything to worry about," he replied. "I think Maggie's got one or two projects waiting for you two."
Emily nodded and said, "We'll probably start the Edwards one in the morning."
"Alright, then," he said. "Let's go see if Mrs. Anderson's satisfied with how things turned out."
"More than satisfied," she told him, with a smile.
Mr. Reynolds followed us back, helped us set the last two shrubs, and then we followed him around the parsonage and the church as he inspected our work.
"Any concerns?" he asked the minister's wife.
"None," she said. "It's all fabulous. Thanks for the little extras you threw in."
He leaned forward and said, "You spent a bundle. I wanted to make sure we made a good showing."
"Honestly," she told him. "I don't think anybody else could have done all of this for half of what we spent. There will always be critics, but nobody has complained that the properties don't look a thousand times better than they did before."
"Awesome," he said.
He held out his hand. She took it and shook it. He turned and headed for his truck. She turned to Emily and me.
"I cannot thank you two enough," she said.
"Do what you can to help Maggie with the list," I told her, "but - when you need a visit - just make an excuse to come check on Emily."
My fiancé wrapped her arms around the woman and said, "Yes, do that."
I gave Melissa a quick hug as well and then we double-checked that we hadn't left tools or supplies lying around - and then headed for the truck.
I opened Emily's door for her, got her seated, went to my side, and slid behind the wheel.
Emily's phone buzzed. She checked it and laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"Mom wants a visit," she reported.
"Tell her we're headed that way. I need to run home and shower first."
"Fuck her on our bed - or your old one?" she asked.
After a minute, I said, "I don't think I've ever had the two of you together in my old bed."
She giggled and reached over to tweak the head of my dick.
We drove home, started the wash, showered, and got dressed to drive to mom's house.
Fifteen minutes later, Emily was on her back in my bed with her mother lying on top of her, face-to-face. Daughter hugged mother as I fucked my cock between their vulvas until my fiancé's mother was fired up and ready for my penis.
I slid my dick inside of her and gripped her ass in my fists as I looked down at their faces. I plowed her hard and fast - and didn't stop until she screamed as she came. I unloaded inside of her and then stroked in and out of her until she climaxed again. The frothy mess was dripping from my lover's snatch down over her daughter's.
I was standing beside the bed when Lena gave her daughter a wicked look and leaned down to lap the sticky slickness from her vulva. Emily flipped her mother onto her back and returned the favor. That had my fiancé's ass standing in the air and I couldn't resist walking to the end of the bed, grabbing her hips, dragging her backwards - onto my stiffening prick - and sliding as far into her as I could.
Her mother scooted down, and Emily finished cleaning her up as I plundered her treasure box. Lena's sexy moans set me off and - when her daughter's cunt clenched around me - I pumped a load inside of her. Emily tumbled onto the mattress on her back and her mother sat up to clean my prick with her mouth. I stroked my thumb over her cheek as she suckled me.
"You didn't have to do that," I told her, when she finished.
"You didn't have to race over here to fuck me," she replied.
"We just finished the Presbyterian job," I said. "Your timing was impeccable."
She laughed and raised herself onto her knees to give me a hug and a lusty kiss.
"Mother," Emily complained.
Lena broke our kiss to look down and see my jism oozing from her daughter's cunt. She laughed and dropped down to clean her up.
I rubbed and groped Lena's taut ass as she worked to give her daughter a cat-bath.
When she was done, we all got dressed. Emily and I gave her mother hugs (and more kisses) and then we headed for home.
We caught up on the housework and yardwork. We warmed up some Hot Pockets and then we hopped in the shower to get the grass off. Once I was clean again, I changed for my evening session and hopped on the bike to head to Maggie's.
~~~ Élise Dubois (#31) ~~~
~~~ Mom: Pauline, Dad: Louis ~~~
I hoped that my face didn't show my true reaction when Élise Dubois' mom looked up at me as I entered the room.
The woman was wearing far too much makeup - like she was trying to cover a scar or something. Lots of women do - but I've never understood the practice. The foundation was caked onto her cheeks and her eyes were outlined in kohl - making her look like a raccoon. Her eyebrows had been removed - and then painted back on again.
None of the rest of what she'd done to her face helped to draw my attention from her nose, however. It reminded me too much of a beak.
Her hair showed signs that it had - at some point - been dyed. Now, however, only the tips retained any evidence that a hairdresser had tried to help.
The woman was so gaunt that I almost felt the need to offer her a sandwich. Her thinness had nothing to do with athleticism however - she was just thin - too thin.
