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 19 - 43/104 = 41.35%)

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~~~ Week 20 - Tuesday ~~~

Emily and I got up, showered, and got dressed. I was starving - so I hit the pantry to find something to munch on and came up with toaster pastries. I grabbed some for the girls too, since I was going to be eating my snack in the truck and thought they might like one as well.

When we picked up Alissa, Emily hopped out and made her sit in the middle. The blonde gave me a kiss on the cheek as she slid in beside me. I gave her one back and squeezed her knee.

"Good morning, Honeybunch," I told her.

"Good morning, Handsome," she replied.

I waggled my eyebrows at her, and she giggled.

Emily piled in and got a hug and a peck on the side of the mouth as I dropped the truck back into gear.

On the way to the job site, we chatted over what needed to be done. We were on day two of three at the police station - and this was the day when the bulk of the work would be done. We each had our areas that we generally focused on but, sometimes, we liked a little diversity as well. The girls hashed those details out as I drove.

I dug the cellophane-covered snacks out of my jacket pocket and handed them to Alissa.

"I'll take whatever you two don't want," I told her. "I was hungry."

We didn't usually eat anything to start the day so I wasn't sure if Emily and Alissa would be interested. They must have been as hungry as I was, though, because they dug right in. The golden-haired cutie, sitting in the middle, opened my package and handed me one of my icing-covered rectangles.

"You guys ever actually cook these in a toaster?" she asked.

I shook my head - and glanced over at Emily - who was also shaking her head.

"I've always just eaten them right out of the box," my fiancée replied.

"I think I remember Elise doing it once," I told Alissa. "She didn't seem to think it did much for them. I've never bothered."

I polished off my first one and Alissa handed me the second one - which disappeared just as quickly.

We got to the police station and parked in the place where our liaison had told us to park. It wasn't (obviously) right in front of the building - because those spots were for people that were coming and going. We were going to be there all day - but weren't regular employees - so our space was just beyond the worker ones - towards the back.

We got everybody's tools out and dragged them to our work area and then got to it.

I bent down to grab something and heard a woman's voice yell, "What an ASS!"

Liz laughed at her partner and said, "I think what you meant to say was 'NICE ass'."

Carly laughed and said, "Good morning, peeps."

Liz gave me a wink as the three of us greeted the two police officers. My dick was getting hard, just looking at the two of them. I quickly went back to my work.

The four women conversed a bit longer before Liz and Carly headed into the station. Liz leered at me on the way in the door and I just shook my head at her and smiled.

I could tell that Emily and Alissa wanted to give me shit about what Liz, Carly, and I had been up to the previous evening but - with working in front of a business where the public was going in and coming out all day long, we were being more subdued with our conversations and our interactions between the three of us than normal.

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At lunchtime, we hit the diner, went to the bathroom, and dropped into our seats. Here, we were able to converse more privately - as long as we kept our voices down.

"Did you have fun last night?" Alissa asked me, with a grin.

"No," I said, smirking. "It was awful."

"I'll bet he's getting hard right now," Emily whispered to her, "just thinking about it. I know my pussy gets wet every time I see the two of them. I flash back to watching the video of their first time together and I just want to start fingering myself. Sam gets as hard as stone when I whisper shit in his ears about it."

Alissa studied my face.

"It was one of the hotter things I've watched," Alissa admitted, still watching for my reaction.

She thought for a minute.

"The roller derby team was pretty hot too," she added.

"You're getting wet, thinking about it, aren't you?" Emily teased her.

"Stop," Alissa giggled.

Thankfully, our food arrived and the discussion between my two voyeuristic coworkers ended as we dug into our meals.

When we finished up, I left a tip, paid at the counter, and returned the wave from the owner/fry-cook who was looking out through the pass-thru window that he used to deliver dishes (and messages) to the wait-staff.

The afternoon went by just as quickly as the morning had.

We packed up our things, made sure the walkways were clear of debris, and headed for the truck.

"What are you two up to tonight?" Alissa asked. "No sessions?"

"No," I replied.

"I think it'll just be a quiet night in," Emily told her. "I'd thought about making Sam take me out - but I'm kind of beat. I think we'll just have something delivered. You wanna come over?"

"No," Alissa said, "but thanks. I think Maggie and I are doing a little shopping and then stopping somewhere for dinner."

"What're you shopping for?" Emily asked her.

"She wants to send some stuff to Brian," the blonde answered. "Fall semester just started and he didn't come home between his sports practices wrapping up and classes starting. She's either going to mail him a box of goodies or she's going to run down there some weekend to drop it off."

I thought back to the last time I'd seen Maggie's son. It was the day that I'd first met her - and the first time we had made love.

I quickly realized that I'd actually seen him multiple times after that - at school, graduation, and maybe even a few times before he headed to college.

"What're you smiling about?" Emily asked.

"I was thinking about how all of this started," I told her.

"Helping Maggie move her bed?" she asked, smirking.

"Yeah," I said. "Brian came out to tell her something while she and Ron were talking. I hid."

"None of your classmates have figured it out yet?" Alissa asked.

"Either they haven't put two and two together - or they don't watch (or care) who their mother fucks," I replied.

Emily reached over and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Liz and Carly suggested maybe having you wear a wig or dye your hair," she said.

I thought about it as we pulled onto Maggie's block.

"Wouldn't that just attract more attention?" I asked. "If some blonde kid shows up to fuck somebody's mother and all of the sudden I have blonde hair?"

"I'm not sure anybody except us is watching that closely," Emily replied. "I wonder how you'd look as a redhead?"

Alissa ran her fingers through my hair and said, "That might be sexy."

"You two really need to stop that," I complained.

"Why's that?" Alissa asked, with a smirk. "Does me touching your hair turn you on?"

I pushed her forward - onto her knees - and then massaged her neck and shoulders.

"Does me doing this turn you on?" I asked.

"Okay, okay," she moaned. "I'll stop."

Emily giggled and grabbed her ass. Alissa squeaked and sat back up. She brought her hands up - fingers splayed apart - ready for a tickle fight.

"Alright," I said. "You two get out and have fun playing together. I'm heading home."

Alissa threw an arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Loverboy," she said.

"Goodnight, Sexy," I replied.

She slid from the seat, gave Emily a hug and cheek-kisses, and then headed up the walk. Emily climbed back in, closed the door, and slid over beside me. I put the truck into gear as she snapped her seatbelt on. She curled herself against my side.

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

"I love you, Sam," she replied.

We showered as soon as we were home. Emily wrapped her naughty fingers around my cock. It was still stiff from their lunch-time teasing - as well as from the two of them messing with my hair in the truck.

I picked my little pixie-headed princess up and spun us so that the spray was on my back. I turned her upside down and brought her cunt to my lips. She stroked my cock while she licked and sucked me. Her thighs and legs wrapped around my face and skull as I gobbled her goodies.

"Fuck, Sam..."

She wrapped her free hand around my ball sack - just holding them firmly - not squeezing. Somehow, that made the other stuff that she was doing even more stimulating. My cock ached as she gripped me tightly in her fist and slid her hand up and down my shaft. She was wrapping her tongue around my cockhead to really get at the underside of my shaft where it was more sensitive.

I growled into her slick twat.

She was writhing in my arms. I had an arm around her waist and one of her ass-cheeks squeezed tightly in my fist. Every once in a while, I'd give the other one a squeeze - but I was also trying to focus on not dropping her - while licking and sucking her - and nibbling her clitoris.

"Fuck!" she complained.

I was going to warn her that I was cumming, but her hand tightened even more - so I knew she had figured it out. I realized she was still holding my balls in her other hand. That had probably given it away. She lapped at the tip of my prick as my jizz fired into the air. Every time she lapped at me, my jizz-powered shotgun fired out another round. When I finally finished, I was weak in the knees.

I couldn't remember if she'd gotten off or not - but I was baked. I spun her over and set her back onto her feet. I leaned against the wall of the shower and waited for the world to stop spinning.

Emily laughed and stole kisses - hugging my wet body. She started cleaning up as she gave me time to recover. When I stood back on my own two feet, she started soaping my body up.

"You alright?" she giggled.

"Yeah," I said.

"We got you a little worked up, huh?" she asked.

"A little...," I replied.

I hugged her to my body.

"Hey!" she complained. "I'm already clean."

I shut her up by kissing her. One kiss turned into another - a much longer one. We ran our soapy hands over each other as we made out.

I eventually got cleaned up - and then rinsed - and then dried. As I came into the bedroom, Emily was checking her phone.

"The realtor asked us to go check the sign," she reported.

"Drive-thru dinner?" I asked.

"I was gonna order Chinese," she replied.

"We could just go in and sit if you want," I told her.

"Okay," she replied.

I dressed for public consumption.

"Maria says that she contacted Dad's lawyer and told him that we had him on camera and that he needs to leave shit alone," she said. "We'll fix the sign and then check on it again tomorrow but - supposedly - the message got delivered."

She quickly dressed for a casual dinner outing.

We took the truck and drove to her old house. The sign was where it should have been - as if it had never been touched.

"You suppose he actually came back and put it up?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said. "Let me grab the pictures and videos from the trail-cam."

Once she got the data, I headed for our favorite Chinese place. She was still studying her phone as I negotiated with the hostess to get us a table for two. I grabbed her elbow and guided her through the seating area to our designated spot while she focused on her screen. I pulled her chair out and she dropped into it. I took my seat. The waitress came and I ordered waters for both of us.

"He took it down again, of course," she reported, "and then - this morning - came back and fixed it. We'll still check it tomorrow... but... maybe he's listening."

"For once?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "for once."

While Emily texted the realtor and Maria - to update them on the situation, I ordered the appetizers and our meals. When my little princess was done, she looked up at me.

"Orange chicken?" I asked.

"Uh... I usually get General Tso's here...," she said, looking worried.

Obviously, she had still been focused on her phone and hadn't heard me order. I gave her an evil grin.

"You're an asshole," she complained. "You know that, right?"

The crab rangoons and the sweet potato sushi rolls arrived a moment later, and she smiled at me.

"You MIGHT be forgiven," she snarled, unwrapping her chopsticks.

I laughed. I unwrapped mine as well. I decided that I'd give it another shot - but only because she was. Chances were good that I'd be discarding the things soon, though, and trading for a fork. I hadn't ordered anything with noodles, so I might succeed, but I just couldn't get the hang of operating the things. Stick me in a backhoe and I was golden - but chopsticks? Fuhgeddaboudit!

Emily laughed at me as I repeatedly dropped the sushi roll while trying to get it to my mouth. She'd already eaten all of hers and was eyeballing mine.

I startled a few people near us when I cheered loudly - with rice and sweet potato visibly sitting in my open mouth.

"You cheated," Emily said, laughing. "You can't just stab them..."

"I fucking used the chopstick, didn't I?" I argued.

She shook her head and snickered.

"... and here, I was going to be nice and let you have one of mine...," I teased.

"Were you?" she asked.

Her hand was raised, the chopsticks were held perfectly, and she was poised to strike.

"Go ahead," I told her.

I stabbed my chopstick towards the little roll on the right, but she grabbed both of my remaining bites in one lightning-quick raid - and I watched (with my mouth hanging open) as she tossed them into her gaping maw.

"You whore!" I snarled.

The woman next to us looked over - startled - but then saw Emily's triumphant expression - and watched her chew up my food - and then she just laughed. I stuck my tongue out at both of them.

I tossed my chopsticks aside and quickly grabbed my share of the crab rangoons - barehanded - before they suffered a similar, horrible fate.

Emily picked up hers and placed them on the little plate in front of her. She held one up and looked at me. She extended it.

"Forgiven?" she asked.

I took it cautiously - waiting for her to pull it away at the last second - like Lucy with Charlie Brown's football. She didn't snatch it from my grasp. I added the small golden treasure to my hoard.

"I suppose...," I snarled at her.

I tore my first crab rangoon in half, dunked it in the blood of my enemies (or whatever that red stuff is called), and tossed it into my mouth. The creamy, sugary, savory, crunchy delicacy was perfect. I dunked the other half into the little cup of hummingbird nectar and sent it after the first.

I had just finished my second one when our food arrived. I grabbed my fork and dug in, saving the rest of my rangoons for dessert. I looked over to see that Emily had saved one of hers as well.

I got halfway through my meal and contemplated leftovers. I decided just to finish it. It was a good thing the crab rangoons were so light - because I seriously wasn't sure I could eat another bite after I finished my entrée.

After we paid, I waddled to the truck. Emily carried her little box of leftovers in her hands. She snickered at me in my miserable state.

"I was thinking about wedding dates," I told her, as we headed for home.

"Oh?"

"You opposed to waiting until I finish all of this bucket-list business before we walk down the aisle?" I asked her.

"I kind of figured that's what you'd already decided - since we didn't get hitched the next day," she said with a smirk.

I held my hand out to her. She twined her fingers through mine.

"Maybe a year from now?" I asked. "I'd like to promise you June or July but I'm not sure how long this is going to take."

"That's fine with me," she said, squeezing my fingers. "I'm just thankful that you asked."

"What are your thoughts about a honeymoon?" I inquired.

"About where I want to go - or about whether or not my mother and Maggie are coming with us?" she asked, grinning.

"Both, I guess," I told her, trying not to laugh at the fact that she'd just read my mind.

"My mother won't be mad if she doesn't come," she said. "I don't think Maggie expects it either."

"Okay..."

"That being said, I think they would love it - kind of like when we went to the beach. I really enjoyed that, by the way."

She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked her.

"I'd like to do someplace with a beach," she said. "Hawaii would be my ultimate dream, but I've heard Cancun and other places are cool too - and don't cost nearly as much."

"You need my help figuring that out?" I asked her.

"What?" she asked, laughing. "You're gonna leave all of the work for me?"

"Well, that way I can't be held accountable for you being disappointed," I argued.

"We'll see...," she replied.

"Honestly," I told her, "I don't care what you pick - and I won't be much help deciding on any of the details. Plan whatever you want. I'm sure your mom or Maggie would love to help - especially if they'll be sharing a room down the hall."

She squeezed my fingers again.

"I would like to have them along," she said, "or do a second week somewhere closer with them."

"I'm sure they'd still help you with the planning."

"You seriously don't want any part of this, do you?" she asked, laughing.

"Not really," I admitted.

We pulled into the driveway, and I turned off the truck. We headed inside. I was still moving slowly from overindulging at dinner.

"You wanna walk that off?" Emily asked me.

I looked up. The stars were out. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was quiet. Of course, a second later, the dog down the block barked.

"That's probably a good idea," I told her. "Let's grab a jacket though."

We ducked into the house and grabbed hoodies. She stuck her leftovers in the fridge.

We came out, walked down the drive, and turned left - following the sidewalk around the neighborhood. We walked hand-in-hand, taking our time. I was kind of waddling like an old pregnant woman. Emily reached over and rubbed her palm around in a circle on my stomach.

"I should've just quit," I admitted, laughing softly.

After that, we just walked quietly. We got back to the house almost an hour later.

"That was a good idea," I told Emily.

"I've got another good idea...," she said, grinning.

"Yeah?" I asked. "What's that?"

"You give me that orgasm that I missed out on when we showered," she said.

"I'm probably recovered enough that I could eat a little dessert," I told her, grinning.

"No eating," she said. "I want to be stuffed like a Christmas goose."

She squealed as I picked her up and threw her across my shoulders - doing a fireman's carry. Her tight little ass was in a perfect spot to be squeezed and groped all of the way into the house. I tossed her onto the bed. She gave me a smoldering look and started pulling her clothes off.

I stopped in the bathroom to pee and get washed up and then I returned to the bedroom to start undressing. She had her finger in her slit when I came in. As she watched me undress, she slid it up and down - between her labia. Her lusty looks were making my heart beat faster - and her naughty finger had my cock so hard that I could barely get my pants off.

I crawled between her thighs and kissed her. She took my cock in her hand, pulled the head into her slit, and dragged it up and down - like she'd been doing with her finger just a moment ago.

"Fuck, Em...," I moaned.

"Start slow, Lover," she whispered, "and then I want to be pounded into the mattress."

She rubbed my cock-knob all over her clitoris and then tugged me down to her entrance. She stroked me once and then pulled at me - wanting me inside of her. I resisted.