Dude You Slept with My Mom?!

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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 17 - 38/104 = 36.5%)

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~~~ Week 17 - Thursday ~~~

Our third day at Mrs. Morales' house was - once again - free of any visits from my favorite motorcycle mama. Honestly, it was probably for the best.

Everything was progressing according to schedule. We'd wrap everything up on Saturday morning. I checked on the girls as I ferried stuff from the truck to the various flower beds. Both of them seemed to be doing well.

It was hot! We'd endured some warm days, over the summer, but this was definitely the worst! I had sweated through my clothes by lunchtime. We called our order in to the diner, ran by the house so that I could change shirts, and then stopped by the restaurant to grab our food to go. Alissa changed shirts as well. Emily sweats the least - so she decided to just tough it out.

After work, I found doctor's scrubs on my bed. Emily and I showered together, grabbed some dinner, and then I changed into my costume - scrubs, a mask, and my glasses. I even had an ID badge that said "Augie" on it. We dropped by Moretti Motors and traded vehicles. We didn't need the landscaping truck showing up on the security cameras at the hospital.

We parked near the employee entrance that I had been instructed to use. Cynthia Reed (the nurse with the specimen jar) was waiting by the door as I approached. I thought about what I'd done to finally get the woman to treat me like a lover - rather than a patient - the last time we'd been together.

I picked her up, pressed her against the wall of the building, pulled my surgical mask down, and began nibbling her ear lobe - the same one I'd started with last time we had been together.

"Gawww...dammmmn...," she moaned.

I trailed nibbles across her jaw - halfway to her chin - and then diverted to her mouth. I gave her a teasing kiss.

"Charlotte's waiting inside," she told me breathily.

"Guess that's all we've got time for, then," I said, smirking.

"My panties are already wet," she complained.

"Maybe you can get Charlotte to eat you out when I finish with her," I suggested.

"Maybe...," she said.

She didn't look too convinced - but that wasn't really my problem. She'd told Maggie that she wanted to get together again and my session-coordinator had informed her that we could use her help, securing a couple more of the nurses on my "hit list". Charlotte was one of those women.

~~~ Week 17 - Charlotte Lefevre (#039) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Maxine ~~~ S/O: Theo (married) ~~~

We slipped inside. The door opened onto a hall - with rooms to the right and left with lockers for the employees to store their belongings (and street clothes) in.

I went ahead and removed my mask and stuck it into a pocket.

Mrs. Reed led me to the door on the right. Inside was another average-looking nurse - a bottle-blonde with a pear-shaped body and a pretty face.

"Charlotte, this is Augie. I've already told you what he and I got up to."

Charlotte nodded, a little nervous.

"Fuck, Char... he just pressed me against the wall outside and nibbled my neck and gave me a little tease of a kiss and I'm ready to rape him. Just kiss him or something. I fucking guarantee you won't regret this."

"Theo...," the woman said softly.

Cynthia Reed dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled my hospital-blue pants (and boxers) to my ankles, and fisted my cock. It began to fill with blood as her hand slowly started stroking my shaft.

"Theo's cock look anything like this one, Char?"

"Holy Mother... no," Charlotte whispered.

"Pussy, mouth, probably even ass - he'll cum wherever you want. You'll want this beast in your twat, sweetie - I'm telling you."

"Will it even fit?"

"You know it will. You worked in Labor and Delivery longer than I did."

Cynthia stood to her feet.

"Come here. Just play with him until you're comfortable. He's a big sweetie - and a hell of a lover. I'll watch the door. Make sure he bruises your uterus with this club of his."

She moved to the door of the locker room.

I looked at Charlotte Lefevre.

"I would love to make you cum a couple times - and then to have the chance to cum as well."

"He's not kidding," Cynthia hollered. "Pull your pants down. He's a world-class pussy-eater."

She still wasn't moving. I bent down to grab my pants - intending to pull them up.

"No... wait...," she whispered.

There was a crude wooden bench sitting in the empty space between the lockers - presumably for people to sit on to tie their shoes. She laid down on it and pulled her pants to her ankles.

"Nobody's eaten me out since college," she said. "If you'll lick my pussy, I'll rub your dick."

I pulled my pants and boxers off, over my shoes, and laid them on the floor at the end of the bench.

I stepped over by Charlotte. She wrapped her hand around my cock. Her hand barely stretched all of the way around it.

"Holy shit...," she moaned.

She pulled me towards her chest. I stepped across the bench (and her body) and bent forward to address her deficient oral situation.

Her pants were around her ankles - which was going to restrict my ability to spread her open and really get to the meat of things...

I grabbed her by her knees, pulled her legs up (and open), leaned the upper half of my body through the opening, and hooked her knees under my armpits.

Her ass was now a foot off of the bench - and in the perfect spot for me to gobble her sexy peach. Her muff (obviously) didn't match her bleach-blonde hair - but she had a pretty coochie and I could already smell her arousal. A glistening slickness was hiding just inside of her slit - which was tentatively giving up its initial shyness - wanting to say 'hello'.

I dove in - and licked her from bottom to top - and then dug the tip of my tongue around to see if I could get her clitoris to come out and play.

"Jeezus...!" she gasped.

The hand on my cock clenched - and froze.

"I told you...," Cynthia said, chuckling.

I stuck my thumbs into her ripe peach and spread her open so I could lick, suck, nibble, and chew.

A scream erupted from her throat and then it sounded like she slammed a hand over her mouth. Her other hand gripped my shaft a little tighter.

I snickered and renewed my attack.

Charlotte began humping her cunt against my face as I chewed her twat.

"God... fuck... damn... shit... oh... oh!.... OH!"

A series of convulsions rocked her body as an intense climax overwhelmed her. I carefully lapped at that new little wave of fluids that filled her tight trench.

"Fuck..." Charlotte mumbled.

"I told you," Cynthia said.

"Fuck..."

Cynthia giggled.

"Fuck... me...," she stammered. "Please... Fuck me."

I ducked out of the circle - made by her legs and her pants - and then came at her from the other direction.

I stuck my upper body through the gap again - to see her smiling dreamily up at me.

"Hi," I said, grinning at her.

Her legs locked around my waist. She grabbed my face in her palms. She pulled me down for a smoldering kiss.

"I've never...," she said. "That was so good. Please fuck me and make me scream again."

"I'll do my best," I told her.

As soon as my cock-knob touched the entrance to her vagina, she clenched her thighs, hunched her groin upwards - and speared her cunt onto my prick - from head to root - in a flash.

I wasn't quite sure how she'd been worried about taking my cock. We fit together easily enough - but it *was* a pretty tight fit.

"Fuck, that's nice...," she moaned.

"Fast or slow?" I asked.

"Hard, fast, deep, and wide," she ordered.

I reached down, grabbed the cheeks of her ass, pushed forward - which pressed her more onto her shoulders than her back - and began to fuck the woman like she'd asked.

Each thrust was greeted by a curse word.

"Fuck..., fuck..., fuck..., shit..., fuck..., gaww..., damn..., fuck..."

She came again - but it was just a ripple compared to the last one - I didn't even slow down.

"Fucking shit!" she complained.

I noticed movement on my right and saw that Cynthia had given up her post at the door to come watch us.

"Want me to suck your tits?" she asked the woman. "He sucked mine while he fucked me and it was amazing. You've turned him into a one-trick pony."

"Horse...," Charlotte moaned, "not a pony."

Her friend laughed.

Charlotte pulled her shirt (and bra up). Her impressive tits tumbled free - and began to flop as I pounded her cunt.

Cynthia dropped to her knees and sucked a nipple between her lips - reaching over with her fingers to roll and pinch the other one.

She glanced at me and lifted the other tit for me to catch the nipple in my lips. When I finally succeeded, I looked into her eyes, and we both sucked hard.

Charlotte screamed and her channel convulsed and then clamped down like a vice.

I moved my hands from her ass to her thighs - and then stood - lifting her with me. Her body was tensely rigid. I pulled her onto my prick a half-dozen more times and then held her on my cock as my balls began dumping my load straight down into her clasping cunt.

I moaned as the jets of my semen fired into her depths.

When I was done, I sat down on the bench - with her vagina still trying to milk a little more jism from my balls.

Charlotte looked at her friend and then up at me.

"Thank you," she said.

"Let me clean you, please," Cynthia begged.

I pulled out of Charlotte's pussy and stood.

Cynthia Reed leaned across the woman's legs and sucked my prick clean.

When she pulled off, I stepped over Charlotte's leg (and the bench) and went to retrieve my pants.

Cynthia lifted Charlotte's feet and ducked under them. She crawled up the bench towards her friend's cream-filled cunt.

"Cynthia!" the woman gasped. "What are you doing?"

"His shit tastes good, Char," the woman told her. "Can I clean you up?"

I looked up to see Charlotte Lefevre's response. She was staring into her friend's face. She nibbled her lower lip - and then nodded.

With no hesitation, Cynthia Reed practically dove forward - shoving her mouth onto her friend's twat - licking, sucking, and slurping.

I laughed and said, "I'll see myself out. Goodnight ladies."

As the door to the employee's entrance closed, I could still hear Charlotte moaning and Cynthia slurping.

Emily was out of the car.

She kissed me and sucked the woman's taste from my lips - and then pulled down my pants and shoved me back - onto the hood of the car.

She complained that Cynthia had already sucked most of Charlotte's flavor off of my prick.

She pulled her skirt up, climbed my body, and skewered her narrow twat on my still-rigid cock.

Emily was feral. She fucked me like a woman possessed. After she came the first time, I flipped us - slamming her onto the hood and powering into her.

It took several more minutes, but I climaxed inside of her - the chilly night air wafting over my ass - as I buried my prick inside of my fiancée and emptied my balls.

We traded vehicles, I carried her into the house, and we tumbled onto the bed to fall asleep.

~~~ Week 17 - Friday ~~~

We had barely arrived at Elena Moretti's when she appeared. I left the girls to their tasks, leaned the trimmer against the wall of the house, and followed her inside.

I'd never been in her bedroom before. It was definitely the most nicely-appointed master bedroom that I had ever seen.

Elena kissed me as she undressed me - and then I kissed her as I undressed her.

She took my hand and led me into the shower. It was one of those rainforest things.

The water started at her voice command. The temperature was (of course) perfect. She knelt in front of me and I swear my cock was instantly as hard as diamonds. She chuckled and took the head between her lips - looking up at me.

I've never seen a woman who looked more beautiful - with or without my penis buried between her lips.

She stood and climbed my body like an ape, settling her sex around mine like a catcher's mitt - surrounding and gripping.

I moaned.

She grabbed a hand-sprayer from a hook on the wall and told the shower what she wanted.

She ordered me to spread my feet apart a little and then she applied the wand. It was literal fucking magic.

She used that thing on both of our bodies. I didn't like stuff in my ass - but there was no denying that - as she applied the stiff spray to my nether orifice - that my cock had never been so fucking hard in my entire life. I swore that I could feel it swelling more and more - each time she used that magical wand. When she moved it to my balls... God! I nearly exploded on the spot!

Her body shuddered as she used the wand to compliment what my prick was doing inside of her perfect pussy. She worked that wand back and forth - between the two of us - and I was so primed to explode that I swore my toenails were curling.

That was the moment that she used that supremely-talented twat of hers - and she literally sucked an orgasm from my body. I stumbled backwards - while I was still cumming - and slid down the wall.

She laughed - and ordered the shower to turn off the wand - which was now dangling by its hose.

She leaned forward and hugged my neck and kissed me - and then I finally felt her let herself climax.

It was the most amazing thing ever.

It was several long minutes before I got back enough strength in my body to be able to raise myself to my feet. Even then, Elena had to steady me.

She hugged me again, chuckling, and kissed me gently.

We dried off and then got dressed once more.

She led me to the garage, gave me another feather-soft kiss, and then sent me back to my work.

I was in a daze for most of the morning.

I walked past Alissa at one point and she looked at me a little funny - but she never said anything - so I kept working.

She was abnormally quiet at lunch.

We had a day's worth of work left on the Morales job. We got half of that done on Friday afternoon.

At the end of the day, we stowed everything, climbed into the truck, dropped Alissa off, and headed for home.

Emily showered with me - or - actually - she showered me.

"What's for dinner?" I asked her.

"You're dropping me off at Maggie's house," she informed me. "I'm having a girl's night and you're taking Mom out to celebrate her divorce from Dad."

She set the overnight bag that she'd been packing on the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me softly.

"I love you so much, Samuel Jackson Fowler," she said.

I wrapped my arms around her slender body and pulled her against me.

"I love you, Tink," I told her.

She snickered and kissed me lustily.

"Have you recovered enough from fucking Elena Moretti that you'll be able to make my mother scream your name tonight?" she asked.

I stood up a little straighter, thought about my sexy mother-in-law, and nodded.

"Good," she said. "Your clothes are on the bed."

I spun around - with my fiancée still in my arms - and looked at the clothes. They were much nicer than I normally wore to dinner.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Damon's," she replied.

I raised my eyebrows. That place was a little pricey.

"Spoil her, Sam," she told me.

I nodded. She kissed me softly.

"Spoil her silly and then fuck her stupid," she ordered.

I kissed my little Tinkerbell hard, gripping her tiny body in my arms. She squeezed (and kissed) me back just as hard.

I got dressed while Emily called somebody to come get that refrigerator that we'd left sitting outside of her Dad's (her parents') house.

She finished her call, grabbed a bottle of cologne from the bathroom, and used a fingertip to apply a little of it to my collar.

I drove Emily to Maggie's house. Alissa was waiting at the door when I pulled up. I gave her a wave - which she returned.

As soon as Emily got to the door - and turned to blow me a kiss - I blew one back - and then headed to pick up her mother for our date.

As always, between Emily and Maggie, I was ready for the night - even if I still didn't really know what was going on.

I parked the truck, grabbed the long-stem roses, and headed up the walk.

Mom was standing in the doorway, shaking her head at me - but smiling. She stepped back and I stepped into the front room - and just about fell on my face.

"Fuck, Lena!" I gasped.

She was wearing a cherry-red body-hugging strapless dress that was struggling to contain her breasts - while perfectly showing off her wonderful assets - especially that narrow waist and that perfect ass.

I went to one knee and held up the flowers.

She giggled and came over to pull me up for a hug and a kiss.

Mom took the flowers and said, "I'll find a vase, Lena. Don't stay out too late."

"Don't wait up, Chrissy," my date replied. "I won't be home until tomorrow morning."

Mom froze in her tracks - and then shook her head, laughing, and resumed heading towards the kitchen.

In that dress and those heels, Lena looked like a goddess. She pulled out a handkerchief that matched her dress and stuffed it into the pocket of my shirt.

I offered her my arm and we headed out of the door and down the walk.

Just as I got to the truck, the girls pulled up in Maggie's car. They hopped out and Emily traded me sets of keys. Maggie held the passenger door open for my date.

"You look amazing, Lena," she told her.

"Thank you, Maggie," she replied, kissing her cheek.

I helped her into her seat and hurried around to the driver's side.

Maggie closed her in, and then headed to jump into the truck with Emily and Alissa.

We pulled up to Damon's and the valet opened Lena's door. I hopped out and went around. He traded me a ticket for the keys.

Lena took my arm and we headed inside.

I was already sweating - just thinking about how much everything was going to cost.

"Fowler," Lena told the maître d'hôtel.

"Sir," he said.

I focused on his face.

"Ms. Jenkins asked me to remind you to breathe, to stop worrying about the details, and to make sure you are focusing on your date."

I froze as my brain parsed his words. I turned and looked at Lena - and then refocused on him.

"Thank you," I said.

"My pleasure, sir," he replied, offering a kind smile.

I had the smallest steak I'd ever eaten. It was fabulous. I was still hungry but ignored my stomach when I noticed that Lena was practically glowing.

When we had finished eating, the waiter informed me that everything was already paid for. He handed me a card that bore the name of the club across the street.

I guided my date to the exit, across the road, and up to the door.

The doorman accepted the card and admitted us without question - regardless of the fact that I was too young to normally be allowed to enter.

We were guided to a table by the wall. Lena got a cocktail and I ordered an ice-water. We refreshed ourselves and watched a few couples dance - and then Lena asked me to dance with her.

I did my best not to step on her feet. We danced through several songs and then retook our seats, where we finished our drinks.

"I can't wait any longer," she whispered. "Take me home, Sam."

I stood to offer her my arm and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me fiercely, and pulled me against her gorgeous body. My body began responding.

We were both nearly breathless by the time she released me.