Dude You Slept with My Mom?!

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 23 - 50/104 = 48.08%)

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~~~ Week 23 - Wednesday ~~~

Day three at the Douglas job was fairly uneventful. April snapped pictures of us working and then went to help Emily. I even caught her carrying a bag of fresh dirt - although she didn't carry it far. She saw me looking and shot me a grin. I gave her a thumbs-up and went back to my task.

Lunch was quiet. We were all tired. Emily had voiced concerns that we were slightly behind schedule and we were all hustling a little harder to get things done. As a result we were all pretty wiped out. We normally operated at close to 100% and pushing a little extra meant that our internal "fuel tanks" got depleted a lot faster.

"Do I have a session tonight?" I asked Emily.

Her head was lying on her arms - which were crossed and resting on the table.

"I don't remember," she groaned. "Text Maggie."

The other two girls were in pretty much the same position as Emily. I had been as well until I'd thought to ask my question. I dialed Maggie's number.

"Hi, lover," she purred.

"Please tell me I don't have a session tonight," I moaned.

"Long day?"

"Em's worried we're behind schedule," I told her.

"You have no session tonight," she said.

"Thank the Lord," I sighed.

"However, the realtor called and she's accepted an offer...," she said.

"... and Lena wants us to be there...," I guessed.

"Yup," she answered.

"Where, when,...?"

"Listen," Maggie said, "I'll take care of Lena..."

"No, no," I argued. "David will just give her shit if I'm not there to threaten to pop him in the mouth. I prefer being the lightning rod."

"I love you, Sam," she said. "We all do."

"I love you too, beautiful," I told her.

"You go home and shower after work. Alissa and I will come get you and the girls. We'll go eat after."

"How will Lena get there?" I asked.

"Shit...," she sighed.

"We'll take April's car," I told her. "Come get us and I'll follow you in her car. Lena can ride with you and Alissa."

Maggie laughed and said, "Like that's gonna happen... you're her drug, sweet boy."

"I guess..."

"I know," she said.

"Food's here. Gotta go. Love you, Mags," I told her.

"Quit pushing yourselves," she said. "You're gonna be fine."

"Yes, Mother," I replied, grinning.

"I love you too," she said.

She ended the call.

As we ate, I explained the plan to the others.

When we got back to the job-site, Emily told everyone to stop pushing and just do our normal thing. By the time five o'clock rolled around, I was feeling somewhat more life-like.

We all headed for home and showers. The girls complained about the temperature setting I picked but I was a lot more rejuvenated by the time we got out. The girls complained that they were shivering and their lips were blue. I just told them that the blue looked good on them. They were awake enough to chase me around the bedroom for a few minutes before I reminded them that Maggie was on her way.

We piled into April's car, waited for Maggie and Alissa to arrive, and then followed them to Mom's house - and then to the realtor's office. Emily and I went in with her mom. The rest of the gang waited outside.

Other than eyeballing me, Emily's dad didn't say or do anything while we were meeting with the realtor. David and Lena both agreed to accept the offer. The realtor shook their hands and said that she'd get the paperwork taken care of.

When we got to the hallway, David Kruger turned to me and asked, "What the fuck did you do to Walter Gibbons?"

"I have no idea who that is," I told him.

"I called the courthouse and they said he quit," David snarled.

Maggie spoke up.

"Judge Gibbons has decided to start listening to his wife," she told him.

"Why the fuck would he do that?" David fumed.

I glanced at his girlfriend's face. She was studying something on the floor - like usual.

"Maybe he thought his marriage was worth saving," I offered. "Either that or he decided that I was serious when I told his wife that - if he even looked cross-eyed at her - to call and let me know and I'd come over to the house."

He gaped at me.

"Just in case you're still fucking clueless," I told him, "if I ever see a bruise on your girlfriend's face like the one you gave Lena the day I met you..."

"What're you gonna do, hit me?"

"I've already hit you, jackass," I reminded him. "You should be more worried about whether or not you would still be breathing when I get done hitting you."

"Every... everything okay?" the realtor asked, as she emerged from the meeting room.

"Yup," I said. "Just getting a few hugs in before we head to dinner..."

I turned and headed for the exit. A moment later, the rest of my group followed.

We went out for cheese curds and custard and root beer. The girls let Lena snuggle against me. I sat with my arm around her. My stomach was churning and I didn't feel like eating. She kissed my cheek and sweet-talked me until I gave in and ate. I was feeling slightly better by the time we dropped her off (with hugs and kisses) and headed for home.

I lay in bed and let the girls fuck themselves on my cock. I didn't get off - even though they tried. Finally, they gave up and just snuggled against me and turned out the light.

~~~ Week 23 - Thursday ~~~

April took pictures of the yard as we got our tools out. We had worked for over an hour before a bakery van pulled up. A lady who looked like she knew how to bake climbed out of the vehicle, grabbed a covered tray, and came over towards us.

"Hello," I said.

"Sam Fowler?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"These are yours," she said, "with compliments from Mr. Virgil White."

She smiled and opened the cover. Inside were a variety of treats but my eye settled on the biggest - most mouth-watering - cream horn that I had ever seen. Without thinking, I scooped one up and popped the end of it into my mouth.

The filling was made of real cream - and confectioner's sugar - and I didn't know what else.

"Oh... my... fu..."

"Sam!" Emily gasped.

She accepted the tray from the woman.

"You'll have to forgive him, ma'am," Emily told her.

The lady snickered and said, "It's quite alright. I get that reaction fairly often."

Emily picked one up and the other two girls came over and grabbed cream horns as well. The three of them took a bite and then I laughed as their eyes rolled back into their collective foreheads.

"See?!" I exclaimed.

I turned to the woman.

"The mayor said they were good but he didn't mention the word heavenly and I think he's totally underselling you," I told her.

"Thank you, Mr. Fowler," she said. "I'm glad you like them."

"Do you have a card?" I asked. "Pretty sure we're gonna need to visit at least weekly."

She pulled a business card out of the pocket of her apron and handed it to me.

"We're only open until 11:00am - six days a week," she said.

"Thank you so much!" I told her, shoving the card into my pocket. "I would totally hug you but I'm a mess."

She laughed and said, "Maybe another time then..."

I laughed as well - and then gave her a wave as she headed for her van.

By the time I finished my treat, my brain was buzzing like I'd snorted a line of coke. I grabbed my water bottle and tried to dilute the sweet mass that had settled in my stomach.

"We should grab a tray on Saturday and take them to your Mom's on Sunday," Emily said as she finished hers. "Those are amazing!"

I nodded - and then stumbled off in a sugar-induced stupor to finish whatever the fuck I was doing before the beautiful treat-lady arrived...

At lunchtime, we stopped at the diner - and then ran by the office to drop the rest of the tray of goodies off to Maggie (after grabbing another sample, of course). She liked the cream horns as much as we did. She laughingly told us that she'd gotten a message from the mayor - asking whether or not we'd received his bribe. I told her that I was okay with moving him up on the schedule. The girls decided that we should hold out for his second offer...

We hurried back to Mr. Douglas' home to wrap up his landscaping project.

We ended up running about a half-hour over our normal quitting time. April went around and snapped the final pictures and then stood with Emily while she waited for Mr. Douglas and Mr. Reynolds to arrive to begin the final walkthrough. Alissa and I picked up trash, yard waste, tools, and supplies - and got them all hauled back to the trucks.

The wrap-up went well, Mr. Douglas thanked us, Mr. Reynolds congratulated us, and then we headed for home - and hot showers.

I'd already had two sessions this week so I hoped to have a night off - but Emily spoiled that by telling me that I was playing pizza delivery boy again.

"Maggie says your date has a fantasy where she blows the delivery guy in order to pay for her pizza," she said, laughing. "You gonna count that as sex?"

"Whose mom is it?"

"I forgot to ask...," she said, grinning wickedly.

"Yeah, right...," I replied. "If she's ugly, I'll take the blowjob, leave the pizza, and come home to you two for some pussy. If she's not ugly, I'll tell her the blowjob's just not cutting it."

April laughed and said, "Either way, I'm riding your cock when you get home, Fatdick."

I reached over and groped her crotch as she curled around my arm and stole a kiss. At the next traffic light, Emily crawled onto April's lap, facing her, and got a kiss as well. I groped her too - while April pinched her nipples. The light changed and she hopped back into her seat and slipped the belt back on.

"You two drive me crazy," I complained.

"We'll get you off in the shower," Emily offered.

"Probably better not," I told her, "especially if you want me to have something left in the tank for later..."

The girls mostly behaved in the shower - although they were each giving their spins on what they imagined that the evening would turn into - and that had my cock hard. That, of course, just gave them an excuse to cup my balls in their hands for a little squeeze - or to tweak the head of my dick.

I growled at them, rinsed off, and got out to dry off - leaving the two of them to finish their game of grab-ass. I got dressed, pulled our dinner out of the oven, and started getting the plates dished up. We sat together and ate our highly-nutritious frozen casserole that never quite comes out looking as good as the one on the box.

My pizza delivery costume consisted of a red polo, khaki shorts, and a red Pizza Planet baseball cap that Maggie had ordered from some online place.

"The pizza that you need to take with you will be ready in 10 minutes," Emily said as I grabbed my keys. "When she answers the door, tell her that you have her double anchovy pizza."

"Is it really anchovies?" April asked.

"Nah, it's sausage," Emily told her.

"If she doesn't want the pizza, bring it back with you," April said, grinning.

I collected one last round of kisses and then headed out of the door. The pizza place was closer than the car dealership - so I hit the drive-thru in the landscaping truck.

"Nice hat," the kid at the window said.

"Thanks," I replied, with a smile.

I should probably have remembered to take that off before I pulled in - but at least he thought it was funny.

I drove to Moretti Motors, traded vehicles, and connected my glasses to my phone. Emily texted me to say that she was receiving my signal.

~~~ Week 23 - Giorgia Esposito (#051) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Alessandro ~~~ Partner: Francesco

(married)

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I knocked on the door and waited.

A junior high kid answered - and then turned and yelled, "Mom! Pizza's here!"

My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a crying/laughing emoji text from Emily.

A middle-aged woman came to the door. Mrs. Esposito was slimmer than Maria, not as busty, and slightly more fair-skinned. Her mouth and lips looked perfect for sucking dick though. I was getting hard, just looking at her.

"Pizza?" she prompted.

"Uh... right... double anchovy," I said, following my script.

"Hang on...," she told me.

"Francesco!"

A man that I could only assume was her husband walked out of the hallway.

"Yeah?"

"I forgot to hit the ATM. You got cash for the pizza?"

"Fuck, no. You know I never carry cash."

"Take this pizza. I'll have him follow me to the ATM and get him paid and then I'll be back."

He took the pizza and said, "Grab a six-pack of beer..."

"You'd better save me two slices...," she warned him.

"Yeah, yeah..."

He headed for the kitchen, yelling for the kids to come eat.

"Follow me to the ATM and I'll make sure you're taken care of," she said with a wink.

She grabbed her keys and hit the button for the garage. I stepped back and she followed me out. I headed for the Corolla.

I followed her a few blocks to an ATM in the parking lot of a Walgreen's. She got out and walked over to my car. I rolled down the window.

"He'll check the ATM slip," she said. "I'll do a withdrawal and split it with you. I know a quiet place where we can do our business and then you can be on your way while I make his beer run."

She got back in the car, completed her transaction at the ATM, and then I followed her to an abandoned strip mall that probably never saw any business because of its location.

Once she parked, I pulled in at an angle to give us more privacy.

I got out of the car as she came over. She leaned me against the rear door of the vehicle and started working on my fly.

"Can I get a kiss first?" I asked.

She gave me a naughty grin and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her and grabbed her ass to lift her up.

"So strong...," she purred.

She kissed me again - and then again. She pulled the bottom of my shirt out of my shorts and ran her palm up my abs - and then rubbed it over my chest.

"Fuck...," she moaned, kissing me again.

She squatted down.

"Can I see your tits?" I asked.

She stood, looked around to make sure we were alone, and then grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. I took my hat and polo off. She leaned against me for another kiss. I unclasped her bra.

"I was just going to blow you...," she whispered huskily.

"I want a little more...," I whispered back.

She peeled the bra off, tossed it onto her shirt, and wrapped her arms around my neck again. I picked her up by her ass and hugged her against me as we made out. She rubbed her titties back and forth on my chest.

"You can do anything you want...," she whispered. "God, your gorgeous! Why are you doing this?"

"I've got kind of a thing for sexy moms," I told her.

"Lucky me...," she purred.

We kissed a little longer and then she looked into my eyes.

"Want that blowjob?" she asked.

"If you want," I told her, "but you won't get me off that way."

"You sure?" she asked with a grin.

"I wanna fill you up with my cock and then pump a hot load of baby-makers into you..."

"I'm not on the pill," she said.

"I'll pull out and blow my load on you," I told her.

"You promise?"

"Yes."

She laughed and said, "I honestly don't care. I'm so fucking horny right now that you could tell me that you wanted to breed me and I'd let you. I'd just have to figure out what to tell Francesco when the baby doesn't look like him."

I set her down and we both undid each other's shorts. She revealed my boxers. I discovered a pair of lace panties that matched her bra.

She dropped to her knees, pulled my boxers down, and gasped.

"Dios mio!"

The words were barely out of her mouth before it was sucking my prick inside.

I had been right. Her mouth and lips were perfect for this. I put my hands on her head and let her do her thing. Just to be safe, I got out Pandora's Box and shoved my need inside. She took a couple minutes - and she was indeed marvelous - but I really wanted to fuck her pussy.

She pulled off of me with a pop and looked up.

"You really want to fuck me?"

"More than ever."

She stood, pushed her panties down, and stepped out of them. I stepped out of my boxers. She hugged my neck and kissed me. I grabbed her ass, picked her up, and slid her onto my cock. There was no resistance. She was already wet. I slid all of the way in - in one go.

"Madre de Dios...," she moaned.

I turned us 180 degrees, leaned her against the car, reached my arms under her knees, and grabbed her hips in my hands.

I gave her a half-dozen strokes to get acclimated - and then I started rocking the car with each thrust.

"Fuck my pussy!" she ordered. "I'm such a whore! God, I can't believe I've got a handsome stud fucking a horse cock into my cheating twat!"

She kissed me again.

"Fuck me 'til I can't walk and then fill my cunt with your seed, handsome," she ordered.

"I want to," I told her.

"I won't tell," she said.

My balls churned as my brain ran a thousand directions - calculating everything bad that could happen.

"I'll squirt it just inside," I told her. "You have to promise to dig it out though."

"I will," she promised. "I want to know what you taste like."

I fucked her then - driving towards my release. She came a couple times but I didn't slow down. She didn't complain. She did moan and mewl and whimper - but she didn't tell me to stop - so I didn't.

I drove into her forcefully - slamming her against the car with each thrust and causing the Corolla to rock sideways - and then shove her back onto my cock.

Finally, I was at my limit.

"I'm going to cum inside of you, Mrs. Esposito," I told her.

I pulled out, grabbed my cock in my fist (with just the top half of the crown still exposed), and shoved it into the mouth of her cunt. I dragged it back and forth quickly, finishing what her pussy had started.

I groaned as the jets of sperm raced down my cock, squeezed through my fist, and squirted out of my penis. Giorgia Esposito reached down, strummed her clitoris, and came just behind me. Her body trembled as my seed filled the mouth of her pussy and oozed out - down over my fist and my prick.

When she had finished cumming, she kissed me, pushed me back a little, and then squatted down to clean me up. She sucked my fingers clean - and then my penis - and then she scooped my jizz from her twat and took that into her mouth as well.

She stood, showed me the creamy goo cradled on her tongue, and then swallowed it down. She wrapped her arms around my neck once more. I pulled her body against mine - and squeezed her ass again - and kissed her.

We quickly got dressed and climbed into our vehicles. She hollered at me and waved some cash out of the window for the pizza. I tried to persuade her to keep it - but she insisted. I got out, walked to her door, and then traded one last kiss for the money. I hopped back into my car and we each drove away. She headed to buy her husband some beer. I headed home to hear complaints from my two fiancées about the fact that my "date" had sucked most of the flavor of her pussy off of my dick.

I swapped vehicles and pulled into the drive to find the pair waiting at the door. I turned off the glasses and headed inside.

They both made a valiant attempt to taste Mrs. Esposito on me. After that, I fucked April until she came. Then I switched to Emily and got her off as well. I hit the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then rejoined the two.

They were making out, pretending like they didn't care whether or not I was there - so I lay on the other side of the bed and wedged a pillow between me and April (who was the closest). They both snickered and tugged the pillow out of the way. April slid across me and pushed - while Emily pulled - and they rolled me to the center. I wrapped my arms around them, grabbed an ass-cheek in each fist, accepted goodnight kisses, and closed my eyes.