Dude You Slept With My Mom Ch 15

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To those few that are still confused about the category, "Incest/Taboo" has two portions - "incest" and "taboo". Incest is when Emily eats her mother out; Taboo is when Sam fucks the mother of his fiancée. For now, the story will continue to be categorized as I/T for those reasons.

Reminder: I've slightly changed the mom/family info headers. (Mom's name is now listed first.)

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

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~~~ Week 16 - Monday ~~~

Emily and I rolled out of bed, showered, and headed to pick up Alissa. She responded to Emily's text and was already coming down the walk as we pulled up. My fiancée hopped out of the truck, the blonde slid in, and Tinkerbell slid in to smash the new employee between the two of us. Alissa giggled.

"Good morning," I told her, as I pulled away from the curb.

"Good morning," she replied, bumping her head against my cheek and then hugging Emily.

"Em," I said. "Remind me, after work, that we need to get your dad's table and chairs put back."

"They're mom's too," she stated.

"I'm not starting anything with your father," I told her. "I'm putting them back and they can all fight over it. Next time we need more places to sit and eat, I'll run to Warehouse World and buy a damned card table!"

After a minute, she said, "I'll remind you."

"Thanks, Tink," I replied.

"Tink?" Alissa asked.

Emily glared at me and then looked at our helper.

"Meathead, over there, says I'm his little Tinkerbell."

Alissa smothered a giggle.

"If only she could use her fairy dust to make us fly...," I said dreamily.

"You're gonna end up working by yourself again...," she threatened.

I threw up my hands in surrender, and said, "Please - not that - don't make me work in blessed silence!"

"I'll bite your dick off...," Emily growled.

Alissa snort-laughed.

"She's feisty...," I told the blonde.

Emily chose to ignore me.

We pulled into the nursery, quickly grabbed what we needed to finish up the Wilson job, and climbed back into the truck.

"Mr. Reynolds will check on us at the end of the day?" Alissa asked.

"Usually," Emily replied. "Not always - but most of the time. Don't sweat it. You're doing fine."

"Thanks," the blonde responded.

Emily gave her a quick hug.

At the job-site, we unloaded supplies, tools, and equipment and got to work.

An hour in, I got a text from Maggie: "Setting Emily up to manage your sessions for the time being. I've got a few that won't work at the house so I'm moving those up on the time-table so we can keep you progressing."

A few minutes later, I heard Emily calling my name.

"What's up?" I asked, stepping over by the girls.

"I need to run to the house and grab some Midol. Alissa's good here - I just wanted to let you know I was gonna be gone for a bit."

I nodded and tossed her the keys.

I looked at Alissa and said, "Holler if you need anything."

"Okay, thanks," she replied.

Emily disappeared - presumably to go talk to Maggie - and showed back up a half-hour or so later. She brought me the truck keys.

"There's a new madam in town," she said, giving me a wink.

I laughed and said, "Alrighty, then."

"Maggie's got a few 'house calls' lined up. You think three a week is too many?"

"We'll just give it a try," I replied.

"The roller-moms are in the queue too," she warned me, with a grin.

"I'll need a day or two off after them," I replied, laughing softly.

"I figured," she said, giving me another wink and heading back to rejoin Alissa.

At lunch-time, we piled into the truck and headed for the diner.

"We still good on the schedule, or should I text Reynolds?" I asked.

"I think we're good," Emily replied.

Her phone buzzed with a text. She studied her device for a bit.

"We good?" I asked.

"Yeah, mom was talking to a friend who processes insurance forms - works from home. How's the internet at your mom's?"

"Should be good," I said. "Your mom have a PC?"

"I don't think so," she replied.

"Okay, when we go grab the table and chairs, let's get her to figure out where she wants to do her 'home office' thing. We'll hit Warehouse Club and... Should we just take her to dinner and then drag her along to pick out her desk and shit?"

"You know my mother adores you," Emily said, grinning. "She can't spend enough time with you."

"Do I have anything going on tonight?" I asked.

"You've got a... uh... landscape consultation tomorrow night - but you're clear tonight," she replied.

"Okay, while we're waiting for our food, we need to scribble down a short list of what she needs: PC or laptop..."

"Laptop," Emily said.

"PCs are easier to hang shit off of," I warned her. "I only recommend a laptop if you're on the road a lot."

"It's not less of a desk footprint?" she asked.

"It's actually more, usually. A PC can fit under your monitors - leaving more room for keyboard and mouse. With a laptop, you have to figure out where to put it - and then open it to turn it on - depending on the model."

"Gotcha," Emily said. "PC then. One monitor or two, you think?"

"I've seen people with a horizontal one for their desktop and a vertical one for documents - but it fucks with your eyes - switching back and forth. I'm tempted to just say one big-ass monitor - to keep her from losing track of where she's at."

"I agree," Emily replied. "Less moving parts will reduce the chance that she gets frustrated."

"That's what I'm thinking. Text Maggie and see if she has a wireless keyboard/mouse combo that she likes. That will reduce wires on the desktop."

"On it...," Emily said, pulling out her phone.

We slid into "our" booth and the waitress brought our drinks.

"The usual?" she asked.

We all nodded.

She headed for the kitchen.

Emily showed me her phone - with the recommendation from Maggie for what input devices to get.

"Looks good," I said. "Let me check the club's website and see what PCs they've got in stock. I assume she's wanting to move on this right away?"

"I assume so," Emily said.

"You two get along so well with your moms," Alissa sighed.

I looked at her and said, "When you're ready, Emily and I will go with you - if you want to try to reconnect with yours."

"I appreciate it," she said, squeezing my hand. "I'm just not sure I'm ready yet."

"What about your sister?" I asked.

"Maybe...," she said quietly.

"No pressure," I assured her. "Just letting you know that you don't have to deal with shit on your own."

"That means a lot," she replied.

Our food arrived and I put up my phone and picked up my fork. I finished first, shoved my plate to the table's edge for the waitress to collect, and went back to selecting a computer. There were a couple that I thought would work. I was beginning to worry about how much we would be spending. I checked my bank balance.

"Mom can pitch in some too," Emily said.

"How did you know I was checking my bank balance?" I asked, smirking.

"Cuz you have that look that you get when you're saving someone," my pint-sized fiancée responded.

Alissa snickered.

"You two ready?" I asked.

"Yeah," they said.

I threw a twenty on the table and headed to pay.

"Thanks, kids," the waitress said, as she passed us, carrying the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"Sorry I didn't have money for a tip," I told her. "I found something you dropped under the table - so I threw it where I thought you would see it."

She smirked, winked, and said, "I found it. I appreciate you getting that back to me."

"No problem," I said, winking as well.

The waitress disappeared.

"That wasn't a tip?" Alissa asked quietly.

"She has to report tips," I told the former hooker.

"Ah...," she said, her grin widening.

I swiped my debit card to pay the bill and we headed for the truck.

On the way there, I told Alissa, "I don't always do that - but my mom's a waitress - and they already work way too hard for the money."

She nodded and said, "I'd have to agree with you."

"It's not as bad as the job you left - but they spend half their day sweet-talking perverts to try to get a little bigger tip."

Alissa looked pensive for a moment and then nodded.

She curled against my side as I drove back to the Wilson's.

Four hours later, we were wrapping things up - and starting to carry our tools back to the truck - when Mr. Reynolds swung by. He greeted everyone, did a quick walk-through, congratulated us on a job well-done, and disappeared.

"Whew!" Alissa said.

Emily laughed, hugged her, and said, "I told you not to worry."

"I know you did," she said. "I just don't know what I'd do if he fired me."

"I'd buy you a little maid outfit and you'd spend all day cleaning our house," I told her.

"Sam!" Emily growled.

"What?" I asked.

Alissa giggled.

"Do not enable this pervert," Emily growled at her.

I pretended to be offended and argued, "Maids do an honest day's work."

"Mr. Fowler," she growled. "I can see in your eyes the tight little maid outfit that you were imagining - and that's completely not appropriate."

I decided that it was best if I closed my mouth, finished loading the truck, and climbed behind the wheel.

Emily slid in next to me - leaving Alissa by the door. One look told me that continued silence was my best option. I started the truck and pulled away from the curb.

Several minutes later, I dropped Alissa off. We all exchanged good-byes and she closed the door.

"Do not let her catch you looking at her ass," Emily warned.

"I was just...," I started to say.

"You have GOT to be more careful - or we just need to level with her right now," she replied.

I thought about all of the secrets that we were carrying around - and the rice-paper thin wall between all of that and our "rescue".

"You're right," I sighed.

"I love you, Samuel Jackson Fowler," she said, "but you're a danger to yourself and others. You walk around with your heart on your sleeve - throwing your love and lust at any and every woman that steps into your path."

"I love you, too, Emily Renee Kruger."

We ran home, showered, and changed. I grabbed a tape measure - just in case.

We drove to mom's house, knocked, and slipped inside. Emily's mom greeted her with a kiss and a hug. My kiss had a little tongue to go with it. Lena's hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass before she let me go.

We discussed options for where to put the computer desk and decided that it should go in my old room - which was Lena's now - in roughly the same spot that I'd had mine.

"You want a regular desk - or a computer one - with wheels?" I asked.

"Whatever you think is best," she answered.

"Okay, you can decide at Warehouse Club," I told her.

"Let's go eat," Emily said, "and then we'll shop."

"First," I said. "Help me get the table and chairs loaded so I can dump those off."

She scowled at me but nodded. The things took up half of mom's living room. I wasn't sure why she thought it would be okay to leave them where they were. We hustled the table to the truck and went back for the chairs. I told Lena to go ahead and get into the truck.

When I slid behind the wheel, she laid her palm against the inside of my thigh and leaned against me.

"Mom...," Emily sighed.

"Oh! I'm sorry," she said, smirking at me. "I didn't realize that my boyfriend and I were bothering you."

Emily laughed at her mother and shook her head.

I started the truck and headed for Dave and Lena's house.

Thankfully, the old pickup was nowhere to be seen. Lena handed me the keys and I told her to stay put - and to lock the doors if jackass showed up.

Emily and I grabbed the table and carried it to the house. There was a neon pink note taped to the door.

"Disconnection notice?" I asked.

"Electric," Emily said, nodding. "Bets on whether or not there's a science experiment growing in the refrigerator?"

"Ew," I replied. "Let's just not look, please."

"I think we have to," she countered.

We put the table back where it went.

"Let's at least get the chairs first - and then maybe a furniture dolly - because I think we should take that thing outside before you open it."

"Chairs first," she agreed.

We returned the chairs to their original locations and Emily headed for the kitchen.

"I really think this is a bad idea," I told her. "You are NOT getting that smell out of here if you open that."

With her hand on the door, she turned and looked at me for a long moment.

Her arm muscle flexed and I took a quick last breath of fresh air.

She laughed at me.

"I'm serious!" I said. "Drag it outside first. It's like 80 degrees in here. I'm sure it was even hotter earlier. That's perfect for a petri dish."

She huffed at me. I didn't relax until she pulled her hand away from the handle.

"Does Reynolds have a dolly?" she asked.

"Probably," I replied.

"Fine," she said, finally. "Text him and find out while we're eating. What are you hungry for?"

"Your twat," I said, grinning.

"With a side of my mom's?" she asked.

"Dessert," I replied, nodding.

She shook her head, grinning, and we headed for the door.

"Japanese steam buns?" I asked.

"Shrimp tempura and gyoza," she agreed, nodding.

I drove us to the Japanese restaurant.

Her mom got some chicken fried rice and we each tried a little of what everybody else had. Lena liked the milk tea and the steam buns - in addition to what she had ordered.

From there, we moved on to Warehouse Club. I grabbed a palette cart thing and we headed for PCs first - because they were right inside of the door. I eyeballed the two main choices and picked one without really consulting with Lena or her daughter. Emily spotted the keyboard/mouse combo that Maggie had recommended and grabbed it while I was loading the monitor onto the cart. From there, we headed to the aisle with desks.

I swiped an office chair (added that to the list) and Lena tried a couple of the floor model desks - settling on one that looked like it was going to take me half of the night to assemble. I groaned. She kissed my cheek and rubbed my crotch, promising that she'd make it worth my while. Her daughter quickly looked up and down the aisle - to be sure no one noticed - and then swatted her on the ass and told her to knock it off.

I loaded the desk (and the chair) onto the cart and we headed for the checkout. I tried to pick a path that wouldn't take us past too many impulse-items - but we still ended up with a couple things that weren't on the list.

I sent Emily back to the electronics aisle to grab a power-strip while Lena and I waited in the line that seemed to have a clerk who knew what they were doing. Emily got back just as we stepped up to the register.

"She's paying for the desk and the chair," I told the woman. "I've got the rest."

I handed over my membership card and she started getting our items scanned. Five minutes later, we were on our way. A quick stop with the employee whose job it was to do the inventory-control double-check and we were out of the door.

We loaded everything into the back of the truck and I returned the cart as the girls climbed into the cab and got their belts on. I slid in behind the steering wheel - and got kisses - from my two partners in crime.

We headed to the house, unloaded all of the boxes, and started putting things together.

"We don't have to do all of this tonight," Lena said.

"Yes, we do, mom," Emily countered. "He's got sessions most of the rest of the week."

"Sex sessions?" she asked.

Emily nodded.

Emily got the chair put together while I fought with the desk. Once that was finished, we took a short break. The girls had their hands down the front of my pants when we heard mom come in from work.

The two of them giggled as they leapt off of me. We started unpacking the computer boxes. Mom stuck her head in the door.

"Hard at work?" she asked.

"So hard," Lena whispered into my ear - as she leaned across me to peel the plastic scratch-cover off of the monitor.

"Yup," Emily answered.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," she said. "If you're gone when I get out, I love you two."

"Love you, too," Emily and I replied.

I got the PC booted, set up her account, and got it connected to the Wi-Fi. I warned her that it might need to reboot a couple times before it got everything updated.

She hugged an arm around me, rubbed my crotch, and kissed me hard.

"I owe you, Sam," she purred.

"You don't," I replied, "but I won't turn down the chance to spend some time with you, beautiful."

Emily gave her mom hugs and kisses and then she walked us to the door. I gave her another quick hug and then we headed for the house.

On the way home, Emily lay down on the seat and fished my aching prick out of my pants. She licked and sucked me as I unbuttoned her shorts and slid my right hand inside and searched for her slit - pausing to strum her clitoris on the way there.

I pulled into the drive, turned off the truck, and ordered her to get her hot little ass inside and onto the bed. She was naked and lying there spread-eagled by the time I arrived. I shucked my shoes, pants, and underwear off. I slid inside of her, still wearing my socks and T-shirt. She reached up under my shirt and played with my nipples as I pounded my cock into her.

"Fuck, Emily!" I groaned.

"Come on, lover boy," she purred. "Make me cum."

I grabbed her ass with my left hand and rested on my right elbow - kissing her lips and face as I plowed her. We were both nearly out of breath by the time I couldn't wait any more.

"Em....," I growled.

"Do it!" she ordered.

I groaned as my cock lurched and my balls exploded. Her body tensed and then trembled as the first of my semen splattered against the exterior surface of her womb.

"Yes...," she hissed lustily.

I kissed her as the rest of my jism fired into her depths.

I collapsed onto her. She reached over, killed the light, and pulled enough of the blanket up to cover my bare ass.

~~~ Week 16 - Tuesday ~~~

We picked up Alissa, stopped at the nursery to grab the stuff for the Jefferson job - well at least the first of the five days anyway. We got everything unloaded, laid out, and staked/strung. Emily went to see if the client was available to review the plans.

We had two flowerbeds flip-flopped - so Mrs. Jefferson was happy that we'd checked in with her before we'd started. She headed back for the house and we got to work.

At lunch time, we hit the diner and then hurried back to continue our labor. We ran out of mulch by mid-afternoon and I left the girls at their work and hurriedly made a trip back to the nursery to grab enough additional bags for us to finish the day's tasks.

We dropped Alissa off at Maggie's and headed home.

"Hey, you two," she said, leaning through the doorway that separated the apartment from the office.

"Hey, sexy," I said.

I picked her up and shoved her against the wall - kissing her and pulling her legs around me.

She laughed and said, "Easy, tiger. You need your strength if you're going to make Tanisha Washington's pool boy fantasy come true. Her husband is out of town this week so this is your chance."

I gave her another kiss and dropped her onto her feet.

"I bought you a present," she said.

She motioned for us to follow her to the front. She pulled a small box from under the desk and set it on top - opening it up.

"Liz and Carly put me onto these," she said, as she pulled out a pair of glasses that were similar to the ones that I'd worn into the hooker hotel. "Pair it with your phone. There's an app that sets up a broadcast that's visible to whomever you pick from your contacts. Please pick me and Emily. This will let us keep an eye on you - to make sure you're not getting into trouble while you're doing your little house calls."