Dude You Slept with My Mom?!

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

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 18 - 40/104 = 38.5%)

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~~~ Week 18 - Saturday ~~~

I'm not sure how I got to bed. I don't think the two women that I fucked before I passed out carried me. I'm pretty sure I weigh too much for them to even pick me up.

I *DO* know, however, that when a slightly angry pixie woke me up - by sucking my cock down her throat - I was lying flat on my back - sandwiched between the two MILFs who had fucked me into unconsciousness the night before.

As I began moaning, the pair woke up, and then they watched my fiancée as she worked to get her morning shot of liquid protein.

"You need to bob your head more," Maggie teased, grinning.

"Suck harder," Lena told her. "Make him beg for his release."

"Tug on your nipples," Maggie instructed.

"Twirl your tongue around the head. Bump it against the bottom of his crown as you slide him in and out."

Emily ignored the two women who were trying to agitate her. She looked up into my eyes, slid forward until her lips touched my balls (taking a good portion of my stiff prick down her throat), and then slowly pulled off. She focused on the look on my face as my penis left her mouth. She stopped with it less than an inch away. My cock spasmed and lurched - trying to crawl back inside.

"I woke up alone," she said grumpily.

She looked at me for another three seconds - saying nothing - and then she got up and headed to the other room. The firm, round cheeks of her tight little ass wobbling as she stomped away.

"Emily!" her mother yelled after her. "Get back here! It's not his fault."

I rolled left - and then right - dislodging the two bodies that were pinning me in place. I hopped up, walked to the end of the bed, stepped off of it to the floor, and went after her.

When I arrived in our room, she was where I had left her last night. She was facing Alissa's bed - her back turned to me.

Alissa looked up at me as I entered the space - cock bobbing along as I walked. When I looked at her face, she glanced at Emily's expression, looked back at me and shook her head just enough - side to side - to let me know that I had a battle ahead of me.

I stood at the foot of the bed - naked as the day I was born - in the empty space between the beds - and looked at Emily.

"You passed out as soon as I got done fucking you," I told her. "I carried you to bed, tucked you in, had a lovely talk with Alissa, tucked her in, and then went next door. Your mother and Maggie both fucked me at the same time. One rode my face and the other took my cock. Just like you, I passed out as soon as they finished with me. They chose to bring me in from the balcony. If they hadn't, I would have gotten cold, woken up, and joined you. As it was, they pinned me between their bodies, cuddled close, and I didn't wake up until an angry little dwarf started sucking my dick."

She glanced down at me - a scowl still covering her face - but she didn't speak.

I waited for 30 seconds and then turned away from her. I located my dirty clothes, gave them a sniff to make sure they were fresh enough not to attract unwanted looks from any who got close to me, and pulled them on. (I'd only worn them to the karaoke bar - so there was no reason to switch.) I grabbed my wallet, made sure my keycard was inside, and walked out of the door.

By the time Emily found me, I'd filled a plate from the breakfast bar, gotten myself a glass of apple juice, and was eating my food.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I looked up. Alissa was with her but was giving us space.

"Waiting for you to figure out what you're going to do," I said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"As far as I'm concerned, there is no way I should be in trouble - since I basically did the same thing as you - had somebody else tuck me into bed last night. Those two decided not to try to carry me to our room. Can you blame them?"

She stood there a minute or two without saying anything. I went back to focusing on my plate and let her think - or stew - or plan my untimely demise.

"Can ... Can we join you?" she asked quietly.

I looked up at her - my face impassive (I hoped).

"I would like that," I said.

She pressed her forehead to my temple. Other than that contact, our bodies weren't touching.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"I'm sorry that you slept alone," I told her. "I will do my best to make sure it doesn't happen tonight."

She pressed her lips to my cheek - just below my eye socket - kissed me and then turned to the blonde.

"Come on, let's get a plate," she said.

She grabbed Alissa's hand and off they went. I had finished my food by the time they returned. They plopped into their seats.

"I'm gonna grab a couple more hard-boiled eggs and another juice," I said. "You need me to grab anything for you?"

I stood - and looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Nope, thanks though," she said.

"I think I'm good," Alissa said, glancing at Emily.

I tried not to be long - but people in the line for breakfast in hotels never seem to move fast enough.

I dropped back into my seat with a sigh.

"Not worth it?" Emily snickered.

"It was a near thing," I replied, grinning back.

I glanced at Alissa.

"Good morning, honey bunch," I said.

"Good morning, sweet cheeks," she replied.

Her evil grin turned into a chortle.

"Sweet cheeks?" Emily gasped. "I thought you two just TALKED last night."

I looked at Alissa - hard. She returned a questioning look.

I shot a side-eye at Emily and then looked at Alissa hard again.

She realized what question I was insinuating that she should ask, and her cheeks began to flush. Emily noticed.

"What?" my fiancée asked the blonde.

"Remember the advice I gave you," I told Alissa.

She swallowed her bite of food, looked around to make sure nobody was near, and then leaned closer to the pixie princess.

Her voice was quiet enough that I could barely hear her. Emily was closer - but I wondered whether or not she'd be able to catch every word in the noisy common area where we were sitting.

"I told Sam that I didn't want him to fuck me ...," she said.

"Okay ...," Emily replied, knowing there was more to come.

"I ... told him that I thought about having you ... uh ... use your ... uh ... while he ... mmm ... takes you from behind ..."

"Yes!" Emily gasped a little too loudly.

All three of us froze. Conversations all around us had halted with Emily's outburst.

We ate our food and sat quietly, waiting for the lull to pass. Finally, the rest of the hotel guests went back to whatever they were doing before we interrupted them.

"She asked if I thought you'd do it," I told Emily. "I told her that I thought her only concern was letting you know - up front - if she only wanted it to be a one-time thing."

Emily looked from my face - to Alissa's. She had stopped chewing her food.

Alissa swallowed her bite.

"As of right now, it would just be a one-time thing," she said.

Emily finished chewing whatever was in her mouth, swallowed it down, and took a drink. She leaned closer to Alissa.

"Just so we're clear," she said, "I'm eating you out while Sam fucks me - is that what I'm hearing?"

Alissa glanced around the room - checking to see if anyone was actively listening - and then nodded.

"Tonight?" Emily asked.

"Yeah ... I mean ... uh ... you got me a little worked up, talking about your plans while we were here ...," she complained.

Emily snickered - and then darted halfway out of her chair to kiss Alissa's cheek.

She took another bite of her food. As she chewed, she kept looking over at the blonde. When her food was gone, she stood, bent to put her mouth by Alissa's ear, and whispered.

Based on the blood rushing up Alissa's neck to her cheeks, I was certain I knew what my fiancée had told her. I was sure that it had to do with how hard she was going to suck her pussy.

Alissa glanced at me and I grinned at her.

She shook her head at me - but she was grinning.

Emily picked up her plate, dropped it on top of my empty one, used her butt to scoot me back from the table, and then dropped onto my lap. She curled her back against my chest and went back to eating her food like I was her personal recliner. Her tight little ass wriggled on my lap - back and forth like the tail on a puppy. I reached under her arm, around her ribs, and pinched her tit. She ignored me.

Lena and Maggie joined us as the girls were finishing their food. Their hair was wet. It looked like they had just gotten out of the shower. Based on the flush on their cheeks, I wondered if they had showered together - or just had the water too hot.

Emily dragged Alissa and me back up to the room. She wanted a shower as well. She tried to get the blonde to join us. She wanted Alissa in the middle - with me behind - sliding my cock through her gap - and into Emily's cunt. The blonde told her that she didn't want sexual contact with me. That's where she was drawing the line.

Emily huffed at her.

"Em ...," I sighed.

She looked at me - and then turned to Alissa - thinking - planning - scheming.

"Everybody naked," she said. "I shower with Alissa first and - then when she leaves - Sam can come in."

Alissa looked at her a moment and then nodded.

"Okay," she said.

I went to my side of the bed, stripped, threw my stuff on the covers, and sat on the end - naked. I watched the two girls as they finished stripping. Alissa's vulva was covered in a thin carpet of blonde hair. She caught me looking and I blushed and turned away.

"Come on, Sam," Emily ordered, as she led the blonde by the hand into the bathroom.

I leaned against the sink and listened to the two of them getting the water turned on, jockeying for position, and then Emily - obviously - started using her mouth on Alissa. My cock began to harden. I moved - and sat on the toilet seat.

Emily was being a little loud and overly-dramatic. Alissa didn't seem to notice. She was getting into it - and she was vocal - and it was getting to me - really getting to me.

I sat there, trying NOT to picture Emily stroking her fingers through Alissa's thatch of pubic hair as she penetrated the blonde's sex with her tongue - looking up into her eyes as she tasted her. Alissa's moans and keening was driving me crazy. If I stayed in the room, I wouldn't be able to keep from fisting my cock and jerking off.

I slipped out, went to the bed, flopped on top of my clothes (and the bed-cover), lying on my side, and pulled the pillow over my head. It was a little easier to focus on something else - but I still heard bits and pieces - especially when Alissa finally climaxed. I think even the front desk might have heard.

A few minutes later, fingers touched the side of my calf and I jumped like somebody'd stuck me with a cherry-red cattle brand.

"Sorry!" Alissa squeaked.

I looked up at her.

Her eyes trailed down my frame to my rigid cock - standing perpendicular to my body - and then looked back up at my face.

"She's ready for you ...," she said.

I was barely under the spray of the water before Emily was mounted on my cock - with her hands locked behind my neck. She bounced up and down on my prick and described every detail that led to Alissa's very vocal climax.

As she communicated the blonde's flavor to me, my cock lurched within her - and she gave an evil little laugh - and then kissed me hard.

"Em ...," I complained. "I can't hold out ..."

"Do it, lover," she urged. "Make me scream like Alissa did."

The echo of that scream replayed in my ears as my balls began to unload inside of my pixie-headed succubus. I held her down, tightly, on my fountaining cock - making sure it got as deep inside of her as possible.

The water started to turn cold, and we flipped it off.

We soaped each other, turned the water back on, quickly rinsed, and then got out. Once we were mostly dry, she climbed into my arms and ordered me to carry her to the bed.

I kicked the towels out of the way, opened the door, carried her out, and tossed her onto it - watching her firm little titties quake as she bounced on the mattress.

"Hey ...," she grumbled.

Alissa grinned at her.

"If you want shells or shopping or whatever, you need to get your ass dressed," I told her. "We can fuck at home - or later tonight - but we only have a limited number of hours of daylight down here."

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout - but she started getting dressed. I went back to my pile of clothes.

"Wear something clean," she snarled.

I gave a huff at her but went to look for a fresh shirt. If she said anything about the fact that I kept the same pants and underwear, I must have successfully ignored her.

Our chaperones arrived from breakfast. The four females wanted to go looking for shells. We spent an hour or so before somebody mentioned that they had heard that the best shells were found before it was barely even daylight.

We rinsed our feet, put on shoes, and went strolling down the sidewalks to find "Salt Life" souvenirs. That took WAY longer than I thought necessary. Then again, I have little patience for that sort of thing.

We ate at a restaurant with a view of the gulf and (undoubtedly) paid too much for the modest fare. It was okay - but nothing to write home about. The view was nice.

We headed back to the hotel to dump off our purchases and change into our swimsuits. Emily was determined to have a sunburn before we headed home. Two hours later, I was sitting on her ass (as she lay face-down on a beach towel) and covering her with sunscreen - because she was already turning crispy and wouldn't listen when I told her to get some on.

Alissa was lying beside her. She had put some lotion on - but was due for a refresh.

"Do me next?" she asked.

I looked over at the blonde - in her black bikini. Her ass looked incredible. Her top was untied - so that she wouldn't have tan lines. I could see the sides of her tits - mashed into the towel beneath her.

Emily giggled and said, "His cock just lurched. He's poking me in the ass while he's looking at you."

Alissa looked up at me and gave me the sexiest doe-eyed look that she'd ever given me.

I shook my head at her, stood up, and started walking away.

"I can't ...," I said.

I kept walking - away from them - willing my cock to stop standing out like the gnomon on a sundial.

After several steps, I was able to turn and head back.

"Now?" Alissa asked, smirking.

"You said no sexual contact between us," I told her.

"You'll just be putting lotion on my back," she replied.

"Nope," I said. "I guarantee it'll be sexual contact."

"Kneel beside me instead of straddling my ass," she said.

At the mention of the A-word, I glanced at her booty - and then had to take another walk again.

When I turned to walk back, Emily was kneeling between Alissa's thighs. She had untied her bottoms as well - and was leaning over the blonde to rub lotion into her shoulders, back, lower back, hips, ass ...

I turned and headed for the hotel room.

The girls all laughed and called after me, but it was just more than I could handle.

Maggie caught up to me as I got to the hotel sidewalk. She offered to help relieve my tension. Since she'd only gotten oral the night before, I decided to take her up on the offer.

I took her to the bed in their room, got her on her face - with her ass in the air - gave it a swat, and slid inside of her. I gripped her hips and pounded into her as she used her fingers on both of us. One set of fingertips teased her clit; the other fondled my balls.

I exploded inside of her and collapsed onto her back. We sank onto the mattress and struggled to catch our breaths. Emily's mom came in, rolled me off of Maggie, sucked her taste from my prick, and then climbed on top of me. She pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to the side and slid me home.

"Hello, beautiful boy," she purred.

I looked up at her and grinned tiredly. She grinned back and kissed me lustily as she tried to get my balls to reload. My cock was attentive to her needs - even if my balls hadn't recovered. She came twice and then gave up on getting me to give her a creampie. By then the other two had returned. Alissa watched as Emily cleaned her mother's slickness from my prick.

We left the other two napping, and I got dressed to escort Emily and Alissa - who wanted to do a little more shopping.

The girls decided to buy some shells - rather than try to keep searching for them. We also grabbed a magnet for the refrigerator.

We headed back to the hotel arm-in-arm. I had a short lavender-headed girl on my right and a taller blonde on my left. I felt like the king of the world.

"Look how smug his ass looks, Alissa," Emily said, laughing. "He's prancing around like a fucking peacock."

"Who wouldn't with two gorgeous hotties on their arms," I countered.

Alissa leaned in and kissed my cheek. Emily watched - and then palmed my fun-bag.

We got back to the hotel, and I convinced Emily to shower so that I could start getting some burn lotion on her. She objected that it wasn't that bad, but Alissa finally convinced her to listen to me.

She sat, naked, on the bed between my legs and I covered her with aloe. She complained that it was cold and that I was being mean - but she held still long enough for me to get her covered. Fifteen minutes later, her body had sucked it all in and I had to give her another coat.

It was only then that she finally admitted that we might be right.

Lena and Maggie showed up and we decided to head for an early dinner. We passed several places before we found one that we thought sounded good. By the time we finished eating everything and had paid, the sun was setting.

The two MILFs talked us into letting them stop at a beach bar on the way back to the room. The bartender pointed to a sign that said that topless females got two free drinks. Lena and Maggie immediately peeled off their bikini tops. The bartender turned to the rest of us.

"They're underage," Emily's mom said. "Shirley Temples for them."

I got a soda, the girls got faux cocktails, and our "chaperones" started on the good stuff.

They finished their free drinks and then accepted a couple offers from other patrons to buy them another. By the time I convinced them that it was time to put their clothes back on and head for the hotel, they were inebriated enough to need help.

We got them back to the room and onto their bed. They were still clothed (mostly). I threw a sheet over them, and we left them.

Emily and Alissa giggled, stripped off the shorts that covered their bikini bottoms, and then grabbed my hands to drag me towards the water.

We played together for a while in the rolling surf. Emily started getting frisky and pulled me and Alissa into a hug. She kissed us both and then her hands wandered lower. She slipped her fingers inside of my shorts to stroke my cock and I looked down to see her fingering Alissa. She made out with the two of us as her naughty fingers worked to get both of us moaning. We finally agreed that it was time to head back to the room.

Emily got us both into the shower. There, she repeated what she'd been up to in the ocean - stroking us with her fingers as she went back and forth between us, chasing kisses. Alissa and I rubbed and stroked Emily's body in return.

As soon as the sand was rinsed away, we dried off and headed to the bed.

When Emily tumbled onto the bed on her back, I hesitated for a moment. This wasn't the picture I'd had in my mind when I had imagined my fiancée eating out the blonde while I fucked her.

Alissa didn't seem to notice. She was, apparently, already horny. She straddled Emily's face, and my pixie-headed princess got right to work.