Dude You Slept with My Mom?!

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 22 - 47/104 = 45.19%)

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~~~ Week 22 - Monday ~~~

When I woke up, I was not in the center of the bed. Emily was in that spot. Her butt was pressed against me. Her arms were wrapped around April. I cautiously reached for my phone and took a selfie of us. The two of them were beyond adorable.

I felt a hand slide down my thigh - to my cock - which rose to greet its visitor. I glanced to my left to see Emily smiling at me. I leaned over and kissed her as she ran her hand up and down my stiffening prick.

She turned and kissed April on the nose.

"Come on, sleepyhead," she whispered. "We start a new job today. We need to get moving."

"Five more minutes, mom," April groaned.

She opened her eyes and smiled at Emily - and then me.

"Is this heaven?" she asked with a smile.

Emily let go of my cock and reached over to grab April's ass and pull her body closer.

"It feels pretty heavenly to me," my fiancée replied - before kissing the blonde on the lips.

I rolled towards her and my hard-on poked her in the ass.

"Hey, now! That's my butt, pervert!" she complained playfully.

April giggled.

"You don't want that extra leg of his thrust up your ass?" she asked.

Emily kissed her again and whispered, "I'd much rather have it shoved in my twat."

"Me too," April agreed.

I threw the covers off and rolled out of bed, heading for the shower.

I had just gotten the temperature right when my two little lovers came parading in. My cock swelled as I took in their slender, toned bodies but I ignored it. We were already running late.

That was exactly what Emily told April when she tried to get fresh instead of getting clean. She harrumphed but then focused on getting herself ready for the day.

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Alissa met us at the nursery. Emily got out her lists and the other three of us scurried back and forth, collecting everything we needed and getting it loaded into the trucks. Flowers and smaller stuff went into Alissa's truck. Saplings, shrubs - as well as bags of mulch and potting soil - went into mine. It was all going to the same place, but we had found that it was easier to track down missing items if we knew where we expected them to be hiding. Once we were loaded, April hopped in with Alissa, Emily hopped in with me, and we headed for the address that Maggie had given us.

We pulled up to the Cunningham residence and I couldn't help but comment. Alissa and April were doing the same when they climbed out.

"This place is even prettier than Elena Moretti's," April said.

We all agreed. We each grabbed stuff and then Emily started showing us where everything should be queued up for our work. By the time we got everything into place, it was time to go greet the homeowner and do the pre-check.

April got her camera out and started snapping pictures. Alissa went to get our client. She was back a few minutes later with a smiling older lady that kind of reminded me of my mother.

"Good morning," the woman said. "My, but aren't you all a good-looking bunch?"

We quickly did introductions.

Emily told her, "April took some before-shots already but would like to take pictures of us while I'm doing the walkthrough with you - if that's alright."

"Yes, that's fine," Mrs. Cunningham replied, smiling at the blonde before looking back at my pixie-headed sweetheart.

Alissa and I tagged along as Emily went over things with the client. The job was scheduled for three days. I wasn't sure that there was going to be enough time. It was a big place, and we had a lot to do.

"I'm super-happy you guys could get me in," Mrs. Cunningham said. "My son and his fiancée are getting married here this weekend. I had thought we would just be doing this the way it looks now but I'm excited that we'll have all of the updates in place for my guests to drool over."

"So, no pressure then, huh?" Alissa asked.

Mrs. Cunningham wrapped an arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

"I've seen what you young people can do," she replied. "If I was worried at all, I would have you hold off until after the event. My future daughter-in-law is the mayor's little girl - so you'll have a few influential people admiring your work very soon."

"Ugh!" April said dramatically, "Ron says we already have more work than we can do..."

Our client snickered and hugged her as well.

"That's because everything you do is fabulous!" she told the blonde. "I'm so excited to see what the place looks like when you finish. I know it'll look like the pictures but... I just can't wait for it to all be real."

She kissed April on the temple.

"I'll get out of your hair now," she said. "Do you mind if I take some pictures of you as you work?"

"That's fine," Emily told her. "April will take some as well and we can send you some of those, if you would like."

"Splendid! Yes. I would love that. I'm hoping to throw a little picture book together - just in case anybody asks about the updates this weekend."

"I can do that for you, Mrs. Cunningham," April offered. "I could probably have that for you within 24 hours after we finish, if that will work."

Mrs. Cunningham wrapped her in a hug, kissed her forehead, and then let her go.

"Then it sounds like I've been relegated to baking cookies," she reported.

April giggled.

"I could just spend all day squeezing you, little miss. You're just beyond adorable. I'll bring those cookies out around 10. Until then, I'll leave you all alone."

She headed for the house.

"Good job, Lovebug," Emily told April.

"She's sweet," the blonde replied. "She reminds me of Grandma Garber."

"Do we need to rush?" I asked my fiancée.

"With April's help, we should be good," she replied, "but - yeah - this is probably more than a 3-day job. We just didn't really have enough to stretch it to four."

"We should get busy then," Alissa said.

Emily nodded and we all headed off to get to work.

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Around mid-morning, Mrs. Cunningham came out with a plate of cookies and a pitcher of lemonade. She had a stack of red plastic cups as well.

"I forgot to take action-shots!" April shrieked.

She grabbed the camera and raced around to each of us. We ignored the shutterbug and pretended like we were still working. My mouth was already salivating. The plate was mounded high with cookies. April took a couple pictures of Mrs. Cunningham as well - who beamed at her.

"Come on now," she called. "You can take a minute or two and have a cookie and a drink."

I didn't quite run. Snickerdoodles were one of my favorites - and these almost melted over your fingers as you picked them up. Our client giggled at me when I moaned as I chewed the warm sweet bite in my mouth. April giggled as well - and then hip-checked me as she picked up her own cookie. When she moaned as well, I laughed at her. As soon as she finished the bite, she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Not to pry...," Mrs. Cunningham whispered conspiratorially to Emily - even though we could all hear her, "but how does your boyfriend handle you working with this handsome young man all day?"

Emily laughed and said, "He's the boyfriend..."

Mrs. Cunningham looked at April and Alissa, silently asking about their relationships.

"April and I are sharing Sam," Emily told her. "Alissa and Sam like to tease each other a little more than brother and sister normally do but she's kind of between relationships and just sees him more like a sibling."

Mrs. Cunningham looked at me finally.

"How do you see her, young man?"

"I tell her she's beautiful way more than I do my real sister," I replied. "I do love teasing her. Sometimes, when she's needing hugs or kisses, we push the edges a bit..."

Alissa wrapped herself around my back and looked over my shoulder at Mrs. Cunningham.

"He's a big teddy bear," she told the woman. "He's super easy to love. We danced around our relationship, but I just feel like I'm waiting for somebody. I feel like I'm over my last... relationship... thanks to Sam and Emily. It's just cozy, you know? Like sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a fleece throw?"

"That's wonderful," Mrs. Cunningham said. "You all seem to get along so well. I do apologize for prying. I just... you're all very attractive and young and... well... I'm more curious than I have any right to be."

"You're fine," I told her. "Our relationships don't really make my mom happy but it's working for us - so far at least."

Mrs. Cunningham laughed and said, "I can just imagine some of the looks your mother has given you..."

"Thanks for the cookies and the lemonade," I told her. "I need to get busy though..."

"Me too," Alissa agreed. "Thank you."

"You are all quite welcome," Mrs. Cunningham said. "I'll cover these and bring them out again this afternoon."

The four of us headed back to our tasks and our client headed back to the house.

At lunchtime, we raced to the diner, peed, ate, and hurried back.

"Should we stay late?" I asked Emily, as we waited on a traffic light.

"I think we'll be okay," she said, squeezing my hand. "Stop worrying."

As we got back into our work, I tried to focus on making every trip count. We had a lot to do. I couldn't help but fret. Alissa came over and bumped into me with her hip.

"Emily said for me to tell you to chill out," she said. "We'll be fine."

"There's a lot..."

"She also said that we could flex part of Thursday in, if we needed to. You're freaking her out a little."

I glanced over at my fiancée to see her watching us. I smiled at her and gave her a wave. She shook her head at me and went back to work.

"Okay," I said.

I tried not to look like I was constipated the rest of the day - to keep Emily from realizing that I was still anxious - but when Mrs. Cunningham came back out with the cookies, I only stopped working long enough to go grab one. I ate it on the way back to where I was working. I was already up to my elbows in mulch again when she headed back to the house. That was when I realized that I hadn't even thanked her.

At quitting time, April came around and took pictures. I hurried to finish up the task I was working on. Emily squatted down beside me and helped me wrap it up.

"I'm going to sit on your face until you pass out if you don't knock this shit off," she threatened.

As soon as we completed what I was working on, she shoved me over - onto the ground - and climbed on top of me.

"Do you hear me, Samuel Jackson Fowler?"

"No," I told her, unable to keep from grinning.

I reached up and squeezed her small breasts.

"I wanna play," April snickered.

"Sit on his face," Emily ordered.

Somebody grabbed my ankles and sat on them at the same time that April squatted on top of my face. April rubbed her crotch on my mouth and chin while Emily rubbed hers on my tented pants. Alissa was rubbing her palms up and down the insides of my thighs - which was almost making me harder than what Emily was doing.

"I'd fuck you right here, right now," Emily said, "but you have a session tonight."

She climbed off, tweaked the head of my dick in her fingers, and then ordered the others to get off of me.

"Aww...," April complained. "I was just getting warmed up."

Alissa snickered at her.

I rolled her off of me and climbed on top of her, snarling. She giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

"Let's go, you two," Emily said, bumping my ass with her toe.

I turned and growled at her. She raced for the truck, squealing, when I jumped up. I took off after her. She jumped in and hurriedly locked the door.

"Night, Alissa," I called.

April raced past me to climb in my side of the truck.

"Goodnight," Alissa replied.

I swatted April on the ass as she squeezed between the seat and the steering wheel to get into her spot. She stopped crawling and wiggled her butt at me. I swatted her again. She got into her spot and grinned at me as I climbed in.

"Maggie says there's a pair of coveralls on the bed," Emily told me. "You're the washing machine repairman tonight, apparently."

"What are you two eating for dinner?" I asked. "Are you staying at the house, or should I drop you at Maggie's?"

"I think April and I are planning to finger each other while we watch you," Emily said. "Do we still have that orange chicken kit in the freezer?"

"I think so," I replied.

"Let's start the rice and get the chicken into the oven before we shower," she said. "That'll give you some time to eat with us before you get dressed to head out."

When we got home, I measured out the rice, rinsed it, and got it going in the rice cooker. April pulled the sauce packet out and started warming it up in a bowl of hot water. Emily spread the chicken onto a cookie sheet and popped it into the oven.

"Twenty minutes...," she said.

We headed for the shower. I got some naked hugs and kisses under the spray, but the girls mostly left me alone so that I'd be ready for my evening session.

We got out, dried off, and went to the kitchen/breakroom to eat our dinner naked. We put away the leftovers and then the girls helped me get dressed. Maggie had tracked down one of those blue cotton one-piece coverall outfits for me. It even had an embroidered nametag on the chest that said "Augie".

April laughed when I modeled it for them.

"I may have you wear that the next time you fuck me, Mr. Repairman," she said.

I kissed my two lovers and headed for the back door.

I traded vehicles and then followed the GPS to the address.

~~~ Week 22 - Jennifer Benson (#048) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Lily ~~~ S/O: Andrew

(married)

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The front door opened, and I looked past the short, mousey-looking woman standing there to see a guy sitting on the couch. The loud snoring had immediately drawn my attention to him. His feet were propped up, his head was pressed back into the back of the sofa, and his mouth was hanging open. I've heard chainsaws that were quieter than the sound coming out of his mouth. Several empty beer bottles sat beside him on the end table.

Mrs. Benson took my hand and pulled me towards the hallway. She turned the corner and immediately dropped my hand. Lily Benson - my former classmate - was coming down the hall. I tried not to freak out. With the glasses and the coveralls on, there was almost no way she would recognize me.

Lily had on headphones that were blaring - probably to block out the sound of her dad's snoring. She saw her mom, glanced at me, and looked back at her mom. She pulled one side of the headphones away from her ear.

"He fixing the washer?" she asked.

Her mother nodded.

She dropped the earpiece back to her ear and walked past us. There was a door open in front of us and I could see the washing machine and dryer sitting inside. As I passed through the doorway, I glanced back to see Lily enter her room and close the door behind her.

Her mother closed the door of the laundry room and began pulling off her clothes. She rubbed her hands over my chest and removed her top. She hugged me and then removed her skirt. She unzipped my coverall and her bra came off. She pulled my hands to her udders. They were massive. Her nipples were huge - and stiff.

Lily was fairly petite and almost flat-chested. Her mother was almost exactly the opposite. Either Lily was a late-bloomer or she completely took after her father's side. He wasn't large - but he had a huge beer belly. Obviously, getting sloshed after dinner and ignoring his family was a regular occurrence.

I rubbed my thumbs over Jennifer Benson's nipples as she got her panties off. She slid her hand inside of my coveralls and grinned when she discovered that I didn't have underwear on. Her kisses were feverish with desire.

"It's been so long...," she complained.

She peeled the top of the coveralls off of me and they tumbled down, bunching around my ankles.

"Lord almighty!" she gasped.

She squatted down, took my stiff prick into her hands, looked up into my eyes, and then wrapped her lips around the crown of my penis. She stared into my eyes as she ran her tongue around the head. I smiled at her and ran my fingers through her graying curls. Her naturally wavy hair hung to her shoulders. It was chestnut colored, but the gray was starting to intrude. She moaned and the vibrations rumbled through my cock. She cupped my balls and sucked on me.

I pulled my penis out of her mouth, bent down, and picked her up. She gave a little squeak. I sat her on the edge of the washing machine and knelt on one knee to get my mouth on her vulva. I lapped at her a couple times and then slid my tongue within. She moaned, keened, and mewled. I looked up at her, grabbed a handful of her fabulous fun-bag, and worked on her a little more.

She tousled my hair and whispered sweet nothings to me as I groped her breasts and continued tasting her. I licked her clitoris and started to suck it, but she shoved me away.

"I'll get too loud," she said. "I really want to - but not with them here."

I ran my thumb over it and returned to her quim. She gripped my hair tighter and a little growl escaped from her throat.

"Not much more please," she begged.

I sent the fingers of my right hand back to her breasts and then used those on my left to spread her labia so that I could get at her pussy. I slid my tongue inside of her and flicked and licked and fucked her with it.

"Oh, Lord...," she cursed. "Sweet baby Jesus..."

After a couple minutes, she pulled hard on my hair. I stood. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. I started to pick her up - to mount her on my cock.

"Wait...," she whispered.

She pushed me back, slid off of the washing machine, and bent over - leaning against it. I grabbed my cock, brought it to her entrance, grabbed her hips, and slid inside.

"Oh... fuck... yes...," she moaned.

I began sliding in and out of her. She cursed and moaned the whole time. She shuddered through a small climax and I just kept going.

"Fuck...," she moaned. "Maggie didn't lie. Sweet Jesus! I've never cum more than once."

I sped up my thrusting. I didn't stop until she'd cum a second time. She quietly cursed and moaned and groaned and carried on. I slowed my thrusts while she finished her climax. When she was done, she stood, pulling off of my cock.

She turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me again. The lust in her eyes mingled with something more and I felt bad for her. She was a loving, sexy thing and she had no outlet.

In my mind, I pictured her sucking her drunk husband's cock until he got hard enough for her to mount him - and then she fucked herself on his penis until she got off.

"Set me on the washer," she ordered, "and then fuck me again... please?"

"Anything for you...," I told her.

She kissed me again - hungrily.

I set her on the washing machine, slid my cock back inside of her, grabbed her knees, and pulled her legs around my hips. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck and continued to kiss me. I began pistoning my cock in and out of her. She couldn't quite take it all - but she kept shoving her hips forward - trying to get a little more inside.

"I haven't had a cock this big since..."

She looked down. I thought she was watching my penis slide in and out of her but then decided that she was looking at the floor.

"... since I got pregnant with Lily," she whispered.

Assuming that she had been having sex with her husband - the man on the couch - that statement told me that he was not Lily's father. That almost made more sense, now that I thought about it. Her next words confirmed that.

"He's a good man," she said quietly. "I've been faithful. He was nice enough to marry me and it was only fair. I need more though."