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 20 - 44/104 = 42.31%)

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~~~ Week 20 - Saturday ~~~

We got up around our usual time, showered, and dressed. We stopped and picked up Alissa.

"Thanks for volunteering to help, Honeybunch," Emily told her.

"We're a team, aren't we?" Alissa asked, smiling. "Maggie says she'll be along later. She said we can relax in the hot tub when we're done."

"Too bad I didn't pack a swimsuit," I teased.

"Guess you'll just have to skinny dip," she said, grinning, leaning over to kiss my cheek.

I pinched the side of her butt-cheek and she gasped like she was offended.

"Sexual harassment!" she complained to my fiancée - who had just slid back onto the seat.

Emily laughed and hugged her from the other side.

We drove past the Kruger house. The For Sale sign was still in the yard - with a red "Open House" placard hanging from the bottom.

"Any news from the realtor?" Alissa asked Emily.

"One potential buyer," she replied. "She's hoping this weekend's open house will add a couple more and speed things up."

"That's the house you grew up in?"

"Yeah," Emily answered. "Sam asked me if I was interested in making an offer. I'm just kind of done with that part of my life though."

Alissa hugged her shoulder.

"I understand," she said.

We rode a couple more minutes in silence.

"Your mom is wicked naughty," Alissa whispered to her.

Emily shot a look at me.

"She wasn't that way with dad," my fiancée told the blonde. "Fatdick, over there, has convinced her that she's my older sister and not my mother. I refuse to complain though. My mother has smiled more in the last few months than I think she did the entire time I was growing up."

Alissa reached over and squeezed my knee.

"Sexual harassment!" I complained.

"Oh, shut up ...," she laughed.

I pulled her against me for a quick hug.

We got to Mom's house and I parked in front and we all piled out.

Mr. Reynolds pulled up a minute later. We began grabbing shrubs and flats of flowers from the bed of his truck.

"Thanks for bringing these over," I told him. "You know you didn't have to come help ..."

"Nonsense," he said. "It was a good excuse to meet your mom."

He threw a bag of potting soil over each shoulder and followed me to the front of the house.

Mom and Lena came out to greet us.

"Mom, this is Ron Reynolds, my boss," I told her.

"Thanks for giving Sam a job," she said, shaking his hand.

"He's a terrific worker, ma'am," Ron answered. "I can give him a task and walk away and know that it'll be done - and done right - when I get back."

"This is Lena," I told him. "Emily's mother."

"I want to tell you," he said, taking her hand, "I had my doubts when this young man introduced your daughter to me as his girlfriend and asked me to give her a job - but I'm not sure that she doesn't work harder than him."

"You're very sweet," Lena told him. "Thanks for coming to help work on Chrissy's yard. She's a blessing and it's good to see others showing her a little appreciation."

Ron laughed and said, "Then I guess I'd better quit jaw-jackin' and check in with your daughter to see what I'm supposed to be doing ..."

Mom and Lena laughed.

Emily had her sketches in-hand and was directing the placement of the supplies. I left Alissa and Ron with her and hurried back to the truck to grab the tools that we'd need. I brought them over, handed them off, and went back for another round.

Maggie arrived and helped me carry part of the load. Mr. Reynolds smiled at her when she walked up.

"How's that hot tub?" he asked.

"Fine," she said, smirking. "I suppose you want to come try it out ..."

"We could have a little team-building session ...," he suggested with a grin.

"Since you didn't bill me for the kids' time or any of the equipment they used ... I could probably be convinced to have you over for dinner or something ...," she said, laughing. "I might even let you cum in my ass."

"Not your pussy?" he asked.

"That belongs to Sam," she replied, winking at me.

He gave a dramatic sigh and said, "I suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with a home-cooked meal and then bending you over the side of this hot tub to flood your backside with a couple loads of high-quality splooge."

Mom and Lena - who both had gardening gloves on - and were taking directions from Emily - watched (and listened) to their verbal by-play with more than a little interest.

Mr. Reynolds didn't even acknowledge the fact that Maggie had just said - out loud - that her pussy belonged to me. Maybe he figured that - if she was confident enough to say it in front of my mom - then she already knew about our extra-curricular activities.

Within a couple hours, we were finished with all of the updates that my little Tinkerbell had dreamed up for Mom's front-yard facelift. We stood about halfway between the house and the street and looked over our work. Mom wrapped my fiancée in a hug.

"It looks amazing, Emily," she cooed. "I can't thank you enough for this."

Mom went around to every person that helped and gave them hugs as well, thanking them for their assistance. I was a little nervous when she hugged my boss but he behaved himself. I was her last stop. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks, Sam," she said. "I love you. Spoil her for me, okay?"

"I will, Mom," I promised.

She gave me another squeeze and then I helped Alissa and Mr. Reynolds grab the tools to carry them back to the truck.

"Thanks again for helping," I told him, offering my hand.

"No problem," he said, shaking it. "Maggie's probably already told you - but we have more and more jobs coming in. I don't even have to scout for them now. You may need to keep an eye out for more help if this continues."

"Sounds good," I replied.

He hopped in his truck and headed off. Alissa wrapped her arms around me as we waited for Emily.

"What's this about?" I asked with a grin.

"You ...," she said, smirking. "You're like the glue that holds all of this together. You make it look effortless."

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze.

"I'm so thankful for you, Honeybunch," I told her.

A tear beaded up in the corner of her eye. I wiped it away with my thumb and kissed her nose.

"I wish I could fuck you," she said, "but you're like this big brother to me now. Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay," Emily said, stepping up and wrapping her arms around us. "You can still rub your twat on his cock if you need to though ..."

She kissed Alissa on the mouth - just a peck.

"I know," Alissa said. "You guys make all of this so fucking comfortable that I'm just losing my mind."

Maggie came over and we included her in the hug as well.

"Hi, hot stuff," I told her. "Thanks for helping."

"I'll take my payment in sperm," she answered, smiling.

Emily bent her head forward and nipped at Maggie's closest breast.

"We should be in the tub," Maggie told her.

"Come on!" Emily said, laughing, shoving us apart.

"Lunch?" I asked her as we headed for the truck.

She turned towards Maggie and Alissa.

"Grab some drive-thru and we'll eat before we get in the hot tub," she hollered to them.

The two females waved their acknowledgement back at us.

We ended up at a taco truck run by these two Mexican brothers that made the best grilled chicken street tacos. I got three of them. Emily got two. We grabbed a few bottles of Jarritos as well. I got a couple bottles of the pineapple. Emily picked a grapefruit, a watermelon, and a strawberry.

When we arrived at the house and set our goodies out on the counter, I asked Maggie if she had a shot of tequila.

"What for?" she asked.

I held up the grapefruit, pineapple, and strawberry bottles.

"Build your own margarita ...," I offered.

"Oh ... I never thought of that!" she gasped.

Emily frowned when my MILF lover snatched the strawberry Jarritos from my hand. I shrugged at her. She groped my crotch and warned me that I'd be making it up to her later. I laughed and kissed her.

Maggie grabbed a margarita glass, threw some crushed ice in it, gave it a shot (or two) of tequila, and then added the Jarritos. She took a long pull on it and then looked up with wide eyes.

"Fucking fabulous! I'll have to remember that!"

"I'll bet the pineapple is just as good ...," Emily suggested with a smirk.

Maggie laughed and hugged her.

"I appreciate your sacrifice," Maggie told her. "Maybe I'll make it up to you in the tub. This drink is making my nipples tingle. Maybe I can snack on a little taco of my own."

I laughed, and said, "Hers tastes like tuna though."

Emily gasped and punched me. I barely noticed. I was bent over, laughing. Alissa smirked at me and shook her head. Her burger and fries were almost gone. I got busy on my street tacos. I leaned over the wrappings to keep the juicy mess from staining my clothes as it dripped from my chin.

Already done with our food, Alissa and I left the other two to finish eating, stripped off our clothes, and headed for the back door.

"Towels," Emily yelled around her mouthful of taco.

I grumbled and headed down the hall to get the towels. I'd really been hoping to swat Alissa on the ass as we raced for the tub - but that was spoiled now. I dropped the towels onto the deck chair as the flaxen-haired beauty watched me. She grinned at me. Her eyes were mostly on my face.

"Emily spoil your plan?" she asked with a grin.

"Yes ...," I growled.

She laughed.

"That's partial payback for you suggesting she has a smelly cunt," she said. "You'll probably be regretting that all day. I hope it was worth it."

"It was," I said, grinning.

She shook her head at me and grinned back. I gasped as my thighs entered the steamy water - and eased a little farther into the tumultuous waves.

"How'd we ever get by without this before?" I asked her.

"It *is* nice," she agreed. "A hot shower is almost just as nice though."

"I like soaking," I replied.

I leaned back and floated. She glanced at my dick standing up in the air and laughed at me.

"You're a dork," she said.

"A cute dork?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," she answered.

"Unfortunately?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Your easy-going style and your rugged good looks make me want to give myself to you - but - like I said - you're more of a protective big brother to me - just a naughty one."

"You don't want to be naughty with your brother?" I asked her, watching her face.

"It's tempting ...," she said, "just like playing around with Maggie is - but she's been so motherly that I just can't. I love you both - more and more every day it feels like. It's so comfortable with you. I don't want to ruin that."

I pulled my legs under me and slid over next to her on the seat. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the corner of her mouth.

"I care a lot about you," I told her. "You're sexy, sweet, and a terrific worker. I know my teasing drives you crazy and all I can do is apologize. I'm not this naughty with Elise but I do think of you like a little sister. How old are you anyway?"

"20," she answered.

"Guess you're my middle sister and not my little sister," I amended.

She laughed and kissed the corner of my mouth as well.

"Thanks, Sam," she said. "I love you all so much."

"What're you two up to?" Emily said, sliding into the pool.

"Coming up with a devious plan to molest you," I told her.

"Are you sure you want to touch me, tuna boy?" she snarked back with a smile.

She slid onto my lap, facing me. Alissa hugged us both from the side.

"I was teasing Alissa," I told her, "floating on my back with my dick standing tall. We were talking about how we feel more like siblings than lovers. I was apologizing to her for being such a tease."

Emily kissed the corner of Alissa's mouth and hugged her.

"I love you, Honeybunch," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Tinkerbell," she whispered back.

"Hey!" I complained. "That's my pet-name for her."

Alissa laughed and snapped her teeth at me. Emily laughed and hugged us both - then she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Alright, Honeybunch," she said. "I'm going to ignore you for a bit while I rub my fishy-smelling cunt up and down on this monster's monster."

Alissa grinned and reached over to pinch the closest nipple.

"You wanna play, cutie?" Emily snarled at her, grinning wickedly.

Alissa held her hands up in surrender and scooted away a little. Emily got my cock inside of her and began riding me as Maggie finally came out. She wobbled as she tried to enter the tub and Alissa stood and offered her a hand.

"You okay, Gorgeous?" I asked her.

"I guzzled down the rest of that a little too fast," she answered, laughing. "It all kind of went to my head."

Alissa got Maggie seated and hugged herself against her.

I took Emily's hips and ass in my fists and helped her go a little faster. She leaned down, bit my lip, laughed, then released it and kissed me lustily. I growled and kissed her back.

She was pulling off of me until just before I fell out of her - and then sliding back in. It felt amazing. My cock was hard and my balls were boiling - literally. Emily kept at it until we were both panting with the need for a release. She twisted something down deep - torturing the head of my cock - and it was all over for me.

I had just nutted inside of her - right after her climax - and we were cuddling together - when Maggie's phone chimed with a text. Alissa grabbed it and handed it to her.

"Well, shit ...," Maggie said. "Can you do a session tonight? It's actually a double. I've been working on these two but they're both still married. They agreed to do it as a pair, if you're willing. It has to be tonight though."

I looked at Emily. She grinned, leaned forward, and nibbled on my ear - sliding her cunt up and down on my cock again.

"I guess that's a 'yes'," I told Maggie.

She tapped a few buttons on her phone and started to lay it down - but it chimed again. She pulled it back around in front of her eyes.

"Six o'clock," she said. "I'll send you the info as soon as we climb out of here."

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We soaked and fucked around for another hour. I couldn't get a load worked up for Maggie - but she rode me through a couple climaxes of her own and then we kissed and cuddled.

As soon as we were dried off, I took Emily home to change. I dropped her back off with Maggie and Alissa to figure out dinner while I went home to shower, grab a quick bite, and then get dressed for my Saturday evening session.

I stopped by Moretti Motors and traded the landscaping truck for the little red sedan and then headed for the address that Maggie had sent me. When I arrived, I connected the glasses to the phone and waited for Emily to confirm that they were receiving the video feed.

~~~ Week 20 - Sophie Jansen (#045) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Melody ~~~ S/O: Dan (married/swingers) ~~~

~~~ Week 20 - Stephanie Scott (#046) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Harper ~~~ S/O: Ryan (married/swingers) ~~~

"Mrs. Jansen?" I asked the woman at the door.

"You can call me Sophie, hun," she said. "I plan to be very informal with you - so we should probably be on a first name basis."

Sophie Jansen took me by the hand and led me to the center of the room. The brown-haired woman had blonde highlights in her long straight hair that hung to the middle of her back. She had on a black bra and panty set with white high heels and black fishnet stockings.

Mrs. Stephanie Scott was sitting on the couch. She had fewer blonde highlights in her naturally wavy hair. Her hair was slightly darker than Sophie's - and slightly shorter.

Sophie's face was thinner and taller; Stephanie's was a little fuller and wider. Her eyes weren't as tall, top to bottom, but they were wider than Sophie's. It gave her a sultry look that made my heartrate increase.

Sophie's breasts looked to be B-cups; Stephanie's were slightly smaller - but her tiny nipples were poking out through the orange fishnet shirt that she was wearing without a bra. Her areolas were darker than her pink nipples that reminded me of the color of the inside of a pussy.

Stephanie was barefoot. Her feet rubbed against each other nervously as she pressed her legs together. She appeared to have a black thong on - from the thin cord that went around her waist - but it was hard to tell with the way she was sitting.

"What're we doing, Soph?" she asked.

"Undress, please, Augie," Sophie instructed.

I began to take off my clothes. Sophie Jansen dropped onto the couch by her friend.

"Ryan came to see me the other day, Steph," she said.

"He never told me," Stephanie said, turning to her.

"I figured," Sophie replied, "because he had Suzie Smith with him."

"The slut from next door?" Stephanie asked.

Sophie nodded and said, "Yeah."

"What happened?"

"She claimed his cock so I rode his face," Sophie told her.

"Sophie ...," the other woman complained.

She looked at me, standing there naked.

"Step closer, young man," Sophie said. "Maggie wasn't lying. You're much bigger than my husband or Stephanie's."

I stepped closer - between their pairs of legs - until my shins touched the couch.

Sophie reached out with her right hand and took hold of my cock. She began stroking it as the two women continued to talk.

"Why'd you agree to it?" Stephanie asked her, eyeing my penis before she turned back to her friend.

"He claimed that Dan was doing the same shit to me. He was offering me payback," Sophie replied. "He told me that you and Dan had fucked the night I ran to check on my mom."

Stephanie's eyes fell to her lap - then she braced herself and looked back up at her friend.

"Dan gave me the same line of shit that Ryan fed you," she explained. "He said you and Ryan hooked up when he told me he missed that flight from his business trip and came back a day late."

Sophie shook her head and said, "It wasn't me - but I doubt that Dan was lying about Ryan hooking up with somebody ..."

"Fucking Suzie Smith ...," she hissed.

"Most likely ...," Sophie agreed.

"So ...," Stephanie fumed, "... we agreed to this whole swinger bullshit and the boys still go behind our backs when we all clearly promised that we'd be honest about any hookups ..."

Sophie nodded to Stephanie, and then looked up at me, and then back to her friend.

"So ... Maggie calls about a young stud that's dying to fuck me and I find out you're on his list as well ..."

Stephanie reached up with her left hand. Sophie relinquished control of my cock and sat back. Stephanie looked into my eyes and began stroking my cock. She turned back to her friend.

"So ...," Stephanie said. "We fuck this fat cock and then give the guys an ultimatum ..."

"... which we know they'll eventually violate ..."

"... and then we divorce their asses?"

The question was, obviously, rhetorical. Sophie just looked at her, waiting for her to decide. Stephanie looked up at me. She released my cock and cradled my ball sack in her hand.

"How many times can you cum in one night, young man?" she asked.

I looked back and forth between the two of them.

"I'll need at least an hour in between," I told her, "and some strong encouragement for my testes to reload."

Stephanie turned to her friend.

"When are the boys coming back?"

"It's poker night," she said. "It'll be late ..."

"If they're even playing cards ...," Stephanie snarled.

"If they're even playing cards ...," Sophie agreed, nodding.