Dude You Slept with My Mom?!

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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 switch it back to Mature.

Note: I'm slightly changing the way I report the mom/family info for each new conquest.

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 15 - 33/104 = 31.7%)

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~~~ Week 15 - Wednesday ~~~

Maggie and Emily arrived - earlier than normal - presumably because Maggie needed to take Sue home before she started the work-day. I still had my unseeing lover pressed up against the wall of the shower - pumping my load into her - when they stuck their heads inside.

"How many?" Maggie asked her, snickering.

"This is #7," Sue said, grinning broadly - and then kissing me as I pulled my prick free and set her onto her feet.

She immediately dropped to her knees and sucked the head clean - then she pulled me back under the steamy spray so that we could clean up - again.

"How many did Emily give you?" Sue asked.

I glanced over to see a happy grin on both of their faces.

"Two last night and another this morning," she reported.

"Good girl," Sue said, as she diligently scrubbed my prick.

"How many loads did you get out of him?" Maggie asked. She snickered and asked, "Is he going to be ready for tonight - or do I need to postpone the big event?"

"Just two, Mags," Sue told her. "He'll be fine. The boy recharges almost as soon as he gets a nipple between his lips."

"... or a clitoris," Emily snickered.

"Right you are," Sue agreed, smiling.

My lover and I finished our shower and toweled off.

Sue got dressed and went with Maggie - to return home. Emily and I got dressed and headed to the truck. We were a little ahead of schedule but I had a key to the nursery gates and that would let us get on-site even faster.

We spun by Mr. Reynolds' primary business, grabbed what we needed, and headed to the Edwards place.

We were mid-way through the morning when a police cruiser pulled up by the truck. Emily and I looked at each other, pulled off our gloves, wiped our hands on a cotton rag, and headed over to see what was going on.

"How are my favorite brunette and redhead this morning?" I asked, as the pair approached with a girl that I recognized from the hotel hallway.

I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. What had I been accused of? There had been witnesses around us the whole time.

"Hear that, Carlz?" the brunette asked her partner.

"Well, his fiancé is neither a redhead nor a true brunette," she replied, grinning. "Still that probably makes us second and third overall and I can accept that."

Liz stepped up and waved the young prostitute forward.

"You probably remember Ms. Davis, here, from the other day," Liz said.

I nodded.

"Alissa thought she knew what she was getting herself into but - that little run-in - in the hallway the other night - was not the first tough spot she's been in - and she had another scare last night."

I looked at her and asked, "Are you okay?"

She gave me a timid nod.

"Alissa talked to Jazzy - who called Maggie - who called us," Carly said, stepping forward to join the conversation. "Maggie assured us that - if we could get Ms. Davis out of there - that she would find her a place to live, a job, and some extra eyes to look after her."

"I thought I recognized the clothes - and the gloves," Emily said, grinning.

"I'm sorry, miss ...," the prostitute began to say, her eyes dropping.

Emily stepped in, and wrapped her arms around the girl. Almost immediately, the young prostitute shuddered, and then melted into my lover's embrace.

"I thought it was just ... fucking ... you know?" the young whore whispered. "I thought I could block out the emotions, ignore the shameful looks, and just sell my pussy. I never guessed about the physical and mental abuse that I'd have to deal with. I ... can't ..."

"You're safe," Emily told her, squeezing her tighter.

"If that's all you need from us," I said to the officers - and extending my hand.

Liz winked and said, "That's all for the moment, handsome."

They each shook my hand and then turned and headed for their car.

"Alissa, I'm Emily and this is Sam - but you can call him shit-for-brains if you like."

The girl looked at me and snort-laughed - and then looked up at Emily.

"Come on," Emily told her. "We've got a bunch of flowers and plants to get finished up for Mrs. Edwards before the day is done. You'll be so busy that you won't have time to worry about pimps or shitty johns. You just have to worry about Mr. Reynolds' interviewing you for the job and I'll handle him. Sam, go knock on Mrs. Edwards' door and tell her that we've got another employee joining us for lunch."

On the way to the house, I texted Maggie and let her know that we had Alissa. At the front door, I knocked and relayed the message. I told Mrs. Edwards that I didn't think the girl was probably a big eater but that I hadn't known her long. She assured me that she and Mrs. Anderson would manage it.

"You girls need anything?" I asked, when I returned.

"We're good," Emily said. "Just finish up with those bushes. We're gonna finish filling in these mounds with flowers, succulents, and ground-covers.

"On it, boss," I told Emily, giving her a mock salute.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Sam," Alissa said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks ... for saving me the other night," she said.

"No problem," I replied, offering her a smile - and then heading to my next task.

As I walked away, I heard Emily telling the girl about how I'd been shitting myself all that day - worried about what was going to happen - while Alissa snickered softly.

I was far enough away that I could ignore them. I knew Emily was just trying to get the girl to relax and realize that she was safe - but I wasn't sure I wanted to be the butt of all of their jokes.

I needn't have worried, apparently. When I joined the others for lunch, Alissa intercepted me and wrapped me in a hug. I hugged her back and then pulled back to look her over.

"You good?" I asked.

"Better now," she said with a sigh. "I thought getting out of there would be hard - but your network of friends pulled it off like it was nothing."

"That's Sam for you," Emily snickered. "Building his network of influential friends."

Alissa looked up at me, quirking an eyebrow.

"It's a good thing I kind of like her," I said.

Alissa shook her head and snickered.

"Who's your new helper?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

I opened my mouth to respond - but Emily beat me to it.

"Alissa, this is Mrs. Anderson. Her husband is the minister at the Presbyterian Church. We did a big job over there - church and parsonage. Melissa likes to get her hands dirty with us sometimes - AND - she spoils us by making lunch. She knows Mrs. Edwards as well and - when she found out we were working here - she convinced our current employer to continue spoiling us with food that's too good for us."

"Listen to her, Candice," Melissa told the other woman. "You'd think we were running an orphanage in Calcutta or something, the way she talks."

Mrs. Edwards giggled and said, "Welcome, Alissa."

"Thanks," Alissa responded.

The five of us chatted and ate. When Emily, Alissa, and I were done, we thanked the women for the exceptional lunch and then got back to our work.

With Alissa's help, we actually finished up our tasks a few minutes early. We were packing our things back to the truck when Mr. Reynolds pulled up.

"Another cute employee, Sam?" he asked.

"Eyes up here, Mr. Reynolds," Emily said, pulling his attention from me.

"Okay ...," he replied, holding back a sigh.

"She's probationary at this point - but she was with us most of the day and we probably wouldn't have finished on time without her help. We'll need to ease her into things because - obviously - she doesn't have the upper-body strength yet - but she's been pulling her weight and I have no concerns in that regard. She's had a couple bad relationships lately and Sam actually helped her with a problem the other night - which is how Maggie got Alissa hooked up with us. Sam and I will coach her where she needs it but - like I said - I didn't see any problems today. If something does come up, I'll give you a heads-up right away and let you decide what needs to be done."

Ron's mouth was hanging open a little more than usual as he listened to Emily and processed everything that she was saying - as well as the implication.

"Well, alright then," he finally said. "For now, let's keep your project estimates at where they're at. As soon as Ms. ..."

"Davis," Emily offered.

"As soon as Ms. Davis is putting in an effort that we can quantify, we'll revisit our estimates and see about escalating our time-table on projects - or maybe bumping ourselves up to some bigger projects and bids."

Emily and I nodded. Mr. Reynolds was already calculating the project estimates and figuring out where we were at and where we were headed.

"Speaking of bids," he said. "I just got notified that we won the bid to clean up and redo the landscaping around those big brick "Welcome to the city" signs that are at each of the main entrances to town."

"Okay?" I asked.

"There are four of them," he said. "Honestly, it'll probably take you longer to get to the job-sites than it will to clean them up and put out new plants - especially if your new helper is as good as you say. There's not really a deadline but the sooner we get this done the better we look - and that could mean more work for the city."

"All day tomorrow and then Friday afternoon - after the Moretti job?" I asked.

"That's what I was hoping," Ron said. "I'm glad to see you're done here - cuz that'll let us jump on the city-sign project and make a good showing."

"If you girls will finish packing stuff," I told Alissa and Emily, "I'll walk Mr. Reynolds around and make sure he doesn't notice anything that we overlooked."

"On it," Emily said, throwing me a mock-salute.

Alissa snickered.

Ron looked back and forth between the three of us but just shrugged. When I turned to start the tour, he was quickly on my heels.

"What's with Emily?" he asked.

"Like she said," I told him. "Alissa's escaping a traumatic situation, and I think Emily is just being a little overly protective."

"She a good worker?" he asked.

"Emily chatted her up all day to get her mind settled but - yeah - we wouldn't have finished in time without the extra hands."

"Good, good."

When we returned to the truck, Mr. Reynolds held out his hand to each of us.

"Good work," he said. "As always, the customer is the final judge and - sometimes - it doesn't even pay to argue - we'll just come back and do whatever they want. Mrs. Edwards gave us two full man hours for five days - and that's a chunk of change. We want her to be so happy that she tells others. As you well know, we do a good job so that our work speaks for itself - but happy customers tell others ..."

"... and unhappy customers tell everybody," Emily finished.

"Exactly," he said with a smile. "Maggie's got pictures and GPS addresses for the four sites for the city-sign job. Make me proud and make yourselves look good."

"Yessir," Emily and I said.

"Yessir," Alissa parroted a moment later.

Ron looked at her and said, "Keep listening to these two and you'll have no worries."

"Thank you," she said timidly.

With that, he turned, walked to his truck, hopped in, and drove away.

Emily squealed with glee and threw her arms around me and Alissa - who couldn't stop giggling.

"Alright," Emily said. "Let's go see Maggie. After we've looked at these job-sites we'll split up for the night."

"Split up?" Alissa asked.

"Maggie and Sam have a dinner thing to go to - which leaves you and me and Sam's debit card to our own evil machinations. I'm thinking sit-down dinner but could have my arm twisted to hit Taco Bell - which would mean that we'd be able to start shopping sooner."

"Shopping?" the young prostitute asked.

Emily grinned and said, "I only have so many outfits. If you and I are both wearing them, we'll be doing laundry every day. I think we should go clothes shopping instead."

Emily grinned at our helper - and quirked an eyebrow at me. Alissa turned to look at me.

"She's cocky because I've never said 'no'," I told Alissa.

"He won't either," Emily said, "cuz he knows he won't find anybody else to chug his secret-sauce if he makes me mad."

Alissa busted up laughing when I shot Emily a wounded look.

"Come on," I said. "We need to catch Maggie before she leaves for the day."

Emily shoved Alissa onto the seat first and then slid over until she'd forced the girl to be smashed in between us.

"You can tell her to knock that shit off whenever she annoys you," I told Alissa as I started the truck.

"It's alright," she said, "I don't mind."

As I pulled away from the curb, she leaned into Emily's side. My fiancé already had her arm around the girl's shoulders.

We came in through the back, gave Alissa the whirlwind tour, and opened the door to the front.

"How'd your first day go?" Maggie asked the blonde.

She looked at me and Emily but we just nodded for her to answer.

"Emily talked my head off while we worked - so that I couldn't dwell on my old problems. We got done with the Edwards project a little early and were packing up when Mr. Reynolds showed up. Emily got all defensive but Reynolds let her. He toured the site with Sam, came back, shook our hands, and congratulated us."

"Wonderful!" Maggie said, jumping up to hug her. "I knew you'd do great!"

"I can't thank you enough," Alissa told her.

"Please take this in the spirit it's given but none of us care about your past," Maggie told her. "Pull your weight and the three of us will make sure you don't have a worry in the world."

"When I get enough money," she said, "I can get my own place."

"And have me worrying about who's eyeballing my little cutie?" Maggie asked. "I think not. I've been living alone and it's too quiet. It'll be good for both of us."

"You're sure?" she asked.

"Positive," Maggie replied. "Now tonight ..."

Emily stepped in.

"I told her that you and Sam have a dinner thing. Alissa and I are going to dinner together and then I'm taking her clothes shopping. Text me when you guys get done and we'll meet back here."

"Perfect," Maggie said, offering Emily a genuine smile.

"If you could go over the job-sites for the city job with Emily and Alissa," I told Maggie, "I'm going to grab a shower. Then you and I can head off before the two of them melt my debit-card into slag and I have to order a new one."

Maggie leaned in, kissed me on the lips, and said, "Poor boy."

We both kind of realized that we'd just screwed up a little - but it was too late to do anything about it - so we went on as if nothing unusual had happened. Around here, me kissing Maggie on the lips (among other things) was not strange at all - but we had a new person in the mix. I also wondered how my "sessions" were going to go now - with Alissa living in the house that I'd been using as a brothel.

Maggie immediately started pulling pictures up on the big monitor in the conference room - and I ducked down the hall to grab clean clothes and a towel.

"Don't forget your bow-tie," Emily called out.

"Shit!" I gasped. "Thanks."

I slipped back into the bedroom, grabbed the leatherette speedo and the bow-tie choker, and carried them into the bathroom with me.

I showered well, dried off, dabbed on just a little aftershave, and dressed in my Chippendale uniform - and then covered it with a polo shirt and some khaki shorts.

I arrived back in the conference room to hear Emily and Maggie doing some planning.

"I Google'd the city history," Maggie said, "and there's a theme of white roses running through lots of the stories. I thought we'd integrate that."

"Any other specific plants or colors we should incorporate?" Emily asked.

"The city founder's wife raised lavender," my MILF lover replied.

"What do you think about putting roses under the signs - lavender around the posts - and then a matching ground-cover to fill in the rest?"

"I like it," Maggie replied. "Sam's done with his shower. I'll type that up really quick for Mr. Reynolds to give us feedback and then Sam and I will take off."

"Okay," Emily said. "Buzz us when you're done, and we'll make sure we're back here to do the prisoner swap."

"Prisoner swap?" Alissa asked.

Maggie laughed and said, "She means that I'm trading Sam to her, to get you."

Alissa nodded and giggled.

As the girls headed down the hall, I hollered at Emily that my truck keys were on the nightstand. Maggie dropped into her office chair, and I slid the door closed that led to the apartment.

"How are we going to keep all of this from Alissa?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Maggie replied, "but I couldn't think of anything else. I just wanted her out of there, you know?"

"I know," I told her. "Emily wrapped the girl in a hug almost immediately. Alissa just melted into her arms."

"Aww ..."

I nodded.

"Let me type this up and we'll go."

I went to the breakroom/kitchen and restocked the drinks in the refrigerator. By the time I was done, Maggie was shutting down her computer.

On the way to the house, I asked Maggie where she was going to put Alissa. She explained that her son's bedroom was at the opposite end of the house from the master bedroom (which we were using for all of our "sessions"). Maggie hoped that the distance would be great enough that Alissa wouldn't notice (or hear) anything. I asked her how she was going to get the "clients" in and out without the blonde seeing them - and we began to realize that Maggie's house might not be optimal for housing our new friend and coworker.

"I think, for now," Maggie said, "we're just going to have to go with it."

"We could start doing sessions at the office again," I offered.

"No!" Maggie said emphatically. "We've done a shitty job of protecting your identity so far but everything seems to be holding. I'm not going to risk you getting an angry husband after you by giving your "clients" too much personal information. We'll do the sessions at a hotel or something if we have to."

"We could check with mom - to see if my sister is using her old room anymore," I said. "Although, I don't know if Alissa wants to live with two old ladies."

"She's already stuck living with one right now," Maggie said.

"Old lady? You?" I asked, grinning wickedly. "You're young enough to keep up with me in bed."

Maggie sighed dramatically and said, "You don't realize how tired I am after you fuck the shit out of me."

We stopped at a stop sign and I took advantage of the pause to lean over and collect a kiss and a grope. We turned down Maggie's street.

"I hope you're ready for tonight, tiger," Maggie purred. "The girls are all excited."

"Are we just playing around? Are we fucking? Eating each of them?"

"I would guess some combination of all of the above," she said, grinning.

"Any specific order?" I asked.

"I thought of a couple games we could play," she said, "or we can do something else, if you have any ideas."

As we pulled to a stop in front of the house, I got an idea. I didn't know if Maggie would veto it or not.

"I think I have a plan," I told her. "I'll try to play it by ear - but - if I don't get some sort of epiphany, I'll go with my current idea."

She leaned over, gave me a kiss, and said, "I'm sure they'll love it."

Butterflies launched a vicious attack on my stomach as I tried to get from the car to the front door. I sighed heavily and then opened the door for my lover. She smiled, leaned in, kiss me hard (and pinched the head of my prick between her fingers) and then slipped inside.