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I'm working on part III of this series.  
So I decided to post the first two again!

Author: Carl Chelsea
Title: Doug's Mom Serves Lunch
Universe: Doug's Mom
Summary: Doug's sexy young mom Leigh isn't aware of
the dirty things her words imply.  Her son's friend
Richard can't seem to get enough of her.
Keywords: Flirt, tease, lick, Mast, teen, MILF, mmF


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My webmaster and pal Carl Chelsea insists on
presenting this ridiculous story.
Even though I have told him it's offensive and stupid,
he insists.
He even wants to make it an ongoing series!  Geez! 
It's a nothing story!
Drop him a note and tell him to let it go!  --Rachel
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"Doug's Mom Serves Lunch."
(Neighborhood lust from Rachel's Lace)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rachelslace/www/
Carl Chelsea - 2007


	"Just stop making my Mom say dirty stuff!" Doug
shouted punching Richard in the arm.

	"I can't help it, that high pitched voice is so cute
and she's so fucking dumb!"
	Doug moved in close, "My Mom is not dumb." 
	"No, I'm sorry no, she's not dumb, but she's so damn
sexy!" Richard laughed.  "It's just funny to me when I
hear her say shit!  I have to admit it kinda gets me
off!"
	"Lay off, Dick!" Doug hissed.
	"Oh Damn, I'd love to lay off on your Mom!" Richard
laughed.  "She doesn't even know I'm doing it, man! 
That's what makes it so hot!"  
	"Shut the fuck up!  I swear to God if you want to get
any fucking lunch you better clean up your act!  I'm
not gonna put up with this shit!" Doug shouted.
	"All right, all right.  I'm sorry man.  I really do
like your Mom.  I'll chill.  I just wish she weren't
so damn hot!" Richard straightened his dick as they
stepped up on the porch.
	"Hey Mom!  I'm here with Richard.  Got any lunch?"
Doug called.
	Richard shouted, "We were hoping you could lay out a
spread for us!"
	"Ohhh, hi Honey.  Okay, if my growing boys need to
eat something I guess I could lay out my spread for
you."  
	Leigh Landers stepped into the living room holding a
large empty tumbler.  She wore a short white tee-shirt
and a pair of tight white cotton shorts that lovingly
hugged her full round ass.  Her long blond hair was in
twin ponytails on the sides of her head and she was
barefoot.  She bent forward and kissed her son on the
cheek.  
Richard stared at Leigh's ass as it pointed back at
him.  "I'm more than willing to nibble on anything you
got."
"Oh, you guys don't look like nibblers!  I won't have
you coming in here and just nibbling on me a little,
you're both gonna eat!  -and eat plenty!" 
Richard stifled a grin and Doug shot him a look.
"It's not like you have to fully satisfy us.  We just
wanted a little something of yours to put in our
mouths." He glanced at Doug, "is all."
"Why don't you all come over here and see if I've got
any goodies you'd like to get your hands on."  She
opened up the refrigerator and bent over again forcing
her shorts to ride up into her ass crack.  
Richard shuddered as he beheld her magnificent ass.
"Maybe we could just have a few sandwiches Mom?" Doug
offered.
Richard stared openly at Mrs. Landers pale ass as it
hung out of her shorts.  
 "What kind of sandwich could the three of us make,
Ms. Landers?" Richard asked.
As she leaned into the refrigerator she wondered
aloud, "Oh, golly, I don't know..." she sighed.  She
poured a bottle of clear liquid into her glass.
"You smell pretty good today, let's just eat you!"
Richard laughed.
She coughed as she drank, "Now how good would it be to
eat me?" she grinned.  "You're pretty fresh today
maybe I should eat you!" she poked him in the side.
"If that's what you're hungry for Ms. L. I guess I
could let you eat me."
Doug punched his arm.  "What kind of sandwiches can we
make Mom?"
Richard pushed Doug back towards the dining room table
and moved in close behind her, "Yeah, Ms. L. what kind
of meat do you like to keep in your box?"  He leaned
in behind her and rested his hand on Leigh's bare
waist and tried to push his bulge against her hip.
She raised her face to his and smiled. "Why don't you
pour some drinks and I'll check my box for meat."
"Mmm, do I smell something good down there, Mrs. L.?"
Richard asked innocently.
"Yes, I made chicken last night, would you like some
cold chicken?"
"I do love the taste of thigh.  Breast is good too. 
I'm always up for some breast meat."
"I have some nice breasts."
"I love your breasts!  You think I could get a little
sample of them, please?"  
"Well aren't you the anxious one!"
"I just get really hungry when I think I might be
coming into your domain."
"Well that's lovely.  You can come directly into my
little private place anytime you like."
"Wow, you mean it?"
"Oh, of course Richard!  You know a lot of the time I
find myself sweating away working at it alone and
that's not a lot of fun for me.  Two always makes for
a better time don't you think?  Dougory has so many
things going on he isn't always here, so if you start
getting the urge I want you to come!  Anytime!"
"My bike tire is a little leaky.  If I can't get it up
could you help me come?"
"If you feel like you want to come, but you can't get
it up then you just call me and I'll do whatever you
need me to, to make sure you can come."
Richard nearly dropped the platter of chicken he was
carrying to the table.  "Wow, you're the coolest. 
Say, Mrs. L. tell me, do they butcher the hens or the
cocks?"
"They don't butcher the hens.  They need to keep a
good layer around for as long as she puts out."
"Um, yeah, that makes sense.  So they butcher the
cocks?" Richard asked.
"Right."
"So why don't we call it cock?"  He set the plate down
on the table and returned to her side, squatting down
next to her as she searched for salad fixings.
"What dear?"
"The chicken you made.  It's cock?"
"Yes.  That's right."
"Are you gonna have some?  Are you hungry for cock
right now?"
"Oh yes, I've been out rolling around in the garden
all day I'm ready for some cock."
Richard wrapped an arm around Leigh's waist, "I don't
think we need a salad Mrs. Landers.  Let's just get
some cock stuffed into you."
Doug scooted his chair noisily, "Rich, stop bothering
my Mom."
"He's no bother, he's helping me out.  He's such a
sweet boy."  She hugged him to her chest and he
wrapped his arms around her, clumsily groping at the
underside of her breasts.  
"Richard, you're all flushed.  Why don't you pour us
some drinks and cool off a bit."
"Uhhh, yeah, sure Ms. L." he awkwardly stood next to
the squatting woman staring at her healthy dime-sized
nipples, his bulge right in her face.
"You've got new pants!" she smiled up at him.
"How can you tell?" he asked proudly pushing his
crotch out at her.
"They're so stiff!  Look how stiff you are."  She
grinned eyeing his bulge directly.
"I am pretty stiff right now.  -and they have that new
denim smell too, suh, see for yourself." He said with
a catch in his throat.
She reached out and took his hips.
Richard locked eyes with an angry Doug as Leigh gently
pressed her nose and face into Richard's crotch and
inhaled slowly and deeply.
Richard's eyes fluttered as Doug's Mom pressed her
face directly against his thick denim covered bulge.
"That does smell good Richard.  I like it."
Doug glanced over and saw his Mother squatting in
front of his best friend, her face buried in his
crotch.  He realized he was staring at the amount of
ass he could see and his eyes focused down between her
spread thighs at the outline of her thick pussy bulge.
 She was rubbing her face against his friend's crotch.
 He felt his breathing change.
"Oooh that is a good smell!"  She glanced up into
Richard's eyes and grinned.
"You like that scent?" Richard asked.
"Oh, yeah!" she pressed her face into his crotch again
and felt his fingers entwine in her hair.  
He resisted grinding his cock against her face, "So...
you say you're pretty hungry for some cock?"
"Mom!  What are you doing?" Doug asked with a shocked
look on his face.
"Come here you." She smiled.  She grabbed Doug's hips
and pressed her face into his crotch.  
"Mo- uh..." Doug's cock reacted to his mother's face
pressing against it.  He saw a smirk on Richard's
face.  "Whu' how do they, um, how do they smell Mom?"
"We need to get you some new jeans, you don't smell
the same Doug?"
"Uhhh, are you sh, sure Mom?  Truh, try again, maybe,
`cause these are um, new jeans too."
Doug felt a wild range of emotion as his mother slowly
took his hips again and brought her face closer and
closer to his crotch.  She brushed her nose across his
crotch, then her closed lips and cheek press tightly
against his rod as she sniffed deeply.  He pictured
her full dark lips taking his dick.  He felt his cock
spasm against her mouth.  It happened again, harder
this time.  
Her eyes fluttered up to his and she smiled
innocently.  "Uh, lunch then?"
"Yeah," Doug swallowed hard.  "Yeah, lunch."
"Oh wait!  I've got something else you boys might want
to eat!"  Leigh smiled and stood on her tip toes to
reach a high shelf.  "I made cookies!" Reaching high,
her tee shirt rose revealing the lower half of her big
round boobs and her shorts were wedged deeply up into
her ass cheeks.  Richard stood behind her with glazed
eyes taking in as much as he could.
`Oh my!  That's so sweet!  Ms. Landers, you're one of
the sweetest pieces of my life."
"Richard!  You're such a lovely boy.  You really think
of me as a sweet piece?"
"Absolutely, Miss L." he laughed.  "You're the
sweetest piece I know!  Sometimes I really do wish I
could eat you."
She handed him the tray of cookies.  "Oh aren't you
sweet, Dick.  Can I call you Dick?  Richard sounds so
formal."
"Oh yeah, Ms. Landers, I'll be your Dick."  Richard
glanced at Doug who had taken a seat at the far side
of the table.
Doug grinned slyly, he leaned back slightly showing
Dick that he had taken his cock out under the table
and was stroking it.  "Why don't you help my Mom
cook?"
"Huh? ha ha haa, yeah, I'll go give your Mom a hand. 
Just gimme a second."  Richard went onto an adjacent
room and straightened his cock.
"Where did my little Dick go?" Mrs. Landers asked.
"He'll be back, I know he wants to dig into your box,
Mom."
"He wants to get his hands on my cookies is what he
wants." She laughed.
"You know me too well!" Dick grabbed a larger cookie
off the tray and chewed it into a strange shape. 
"Look Ms. Landers, I made you a pussy."
She took it away from him, "Pussy?  I don't get it? 
Oh I see, Ohhh, look at the little ears!  Very nice! 
You've got a talented mouth, Dick!"
"Are you gonna eat that now?  You're not supposed to
eat pussy!"  
"Why not?  You wanted it, so it must be good!"  She
held it up near her mouth.  "It's my pussy now Dick." 
"No, I want to eat it!" he tried to grab it back.
"C'mon Ms. Landers let me eat your pussy!  Now that
I'm looking right at it I'm hungry for it again."
She bolted across the kitchen, her boobs bouncing
under her small tee.  "You're not eating my Pussy, Mr.
Dick!"
Dick chased after her grabbing at her waist and ass. 
"Lemme eat it.  C'mon Leigh, lemme have a little taste
of your pussy.  C'mon." he whispered.
He cornered her in by the pantry and slid his hands up
along her body repeatedly trying playfully to grab at
the cookie, all the while he stole feels of her tits
with those hard nipples he couldn't get out of his
head.  He lunged playfully and ground his hard cock
against her ass.  
She spun around facing him and he ground his crotch
against hers.  "Hey!  No you can't have my pussy!  Why
don't you just dig around in my box and find something
else to..."
He pressed his body tightly against the front of her. 
Her tee shirt was pressed up high and the lower swell
of both her tits came into view.
He had snagged it out of her hands and run his tongue
across it.
"Ahh!  Don't lick it like that!"
He slid down her body and crouched low resting his
chin on her thigh.  "Mmmm, this is the best pussy I've
ever licked!"
"Stop that!  Oh, Dick, you're getting my pussy all
sticky!!"
"Too late I'm gonna keep licking it now It's too sweet
to stop!"
"You better do more than lick, Dick.  Now that you got
your tongue all over it you're gonna have to eat the
whole thing."
"Oh, trust me I intend to!"
Doug moaned and gasped for breath.
Leigh snapped her head around to look at Doug, "Honey?
 What's wrong, you're all flushed."  She ran to him
and wrapped her arms around his head.  She kissed his
face repeatedly and pressed her chest to his head.  
Doug gasped as his mother pressed her tits to his
face.  His lips so near those succulent nipples!  He
couldn't stop!  He rapidly jackhammered his cock under
the table as she held him tightly to her soft warm
tits.
"Oh, Baby, you're whole body is so, so hot!  What ever
is going on with you?"
He kept his hands in action under the table,
"uuuhhhnngh,  Uuuuhhnn!  Shi... Oh, Mom...  Ughnnn! 
I'm, fine. I'm just fine!  I just need to... go upstairs
and uh, rest up."
"Baby?" she felt a pair of hands around her bare waist
pulling her back.
"Mrs. L., give him some air.  I think I've seen this
before.  He just needs to rest.  He was pumping pretty
hard earlier so let's let him catch his breath."  He
slipped his hand lower onto her ass and led her back
to the kitchen.  
Doug snagged a handful of napkins and scurried out of
the kitchen.  
"No what were we doing?  I was eating your pussy?"
"You've had enough pussy, I need to get something
substantial into me."
"I can't get over how nice it is to see you.  Most of
my life is a wreck.  Coming over here is a piece of
heaven to me.  So many pieces of my life are so hard."
"-and I'm so happy you think of me as a sweet piece."
"You're honestly the sweetest piece I know, Mrs.
Landers."
"Dick, call me Leigh.  Mrs. Landers is way too formal
for friends like us."
"Mmm.  Okay, Leigh.  You know it's funny, I always
thought your name was `lay', `cause I saw it written
down once and guess didn't know how to pronounce it."
"Everybody thinks I'm a `Lay'.  It's a common error. 
I guess it's just easier to think of me as a Lay."
"There's nothing common about you.  You'd be a
fantastic Lay."
"I guess I'm tired of everyone thinking of me as a
Lay." She explained.
"It's a very pretty word, Lay.  -and you're the
prettiest girl I know."
She smiled self consciously.  "You think of me as a
pretty girl."
"Of course I do Mrs. Landers."
"Uhh, now call me Leigh.  You know what, call me Lay."
"Really?  You'll be my Lay?"
"Yes, I'll be your Lay, but only for you."
"No one else gets to Lay you?"
"Only you, Dick."
"No one else calls me Dick."
"Then you'll just have to be my special Dick and I'll
be your exclusive Lay."
Doug wandered in and heard this.  "Mom?"
"Oh, Dougie-doo, are you feeling better honey?"
"Sure mom, sure, just got overheated I guess."
"You have such a hot little body, Doug!  The same
thing happened last week Dick.  We were in the Jacuzzi
watching the stars and he just started shaking and
nearly passed out.  I had to hold him until he was
okay to get out of the water.  It happened twice that
night!  It scared me."
"Mom, it wasn't...  I was just tired is all."
Dick was smiling ear to ear.  "Sounds like he
overplayed himself."
"All say, he's quite the little monkey, always
playing, when he's alone he doesn't stop, he just
keeps playing with himself til he passes out!"  I'm
always finding him exhausted when I get home."
Doug was blushing bright red and Dick was laughing,
"I'm the same way!"
"You play with yourself Dick?" She bent over to get
more drinks out of the fridge.  Her large firm ass
stretching the tiny cotton shorts high on her hips
letting her twin globes shine back at the boys.  She
unscrewed a bottlecap and poured a large glass of
clear liquid over ice.
"Lay, you have no idea."
As she stood her shorts disappeared into her ass
cheeks.  She turned around holding a glass of vodka. 
"Who wants cock besides me?"
The boys both stared at her with lust in their eyes.
"Oooh, you both look so hungry.  If I were on the menu
I'd be scared!  Look at these nice breasts and thighs,
who's hungry?"  She drank down a large swallow from
her glass.
As she served up the chicken Dick kept giving Doug
looks, "So, you two watch the stars from the jucuzzi?"
Leigh was tearing meat off a bone, her pretty blue
eyes were wide as he spoke.  "Mm, hm.  Every weekend. 
It's a regular thing with us.  Kinda like our date
night!" she giggled.
"I would love to get in on some of that, Lay."
"Well I don't suppose my little man minds sharing me
on our date."
Doug was stone faced.  "I don't know if there's enough
room."
"Oh, too bad," Dick leaned in and almost whispered in
Leigh's ear, "Things are kinda rough in my real life;
the bad pieces of my life are kinda pressing in on me.
 I'd really like to spend more time letting my sweet
piece press in on me."
"There is always room in my Jacuzzi for one more,
Dick.  You just press yourself into me baby!"
Dick smirked, "Really?"
"Well a three-way date in the Jacuzzi might be a tight
fit, but I think I'll manage to find a way to fit in
my special Dick."
"God I love your Mom!"
She turned and wrapped her arms around his head
pulling his face into her cleavage.  "Oh!  This sweet
piece loves her special Dick too!"
Dick's greasy hands fell to Leigh's ass.  As he
squeezed he felt his cock pulsing against her thigh. 
He sighed and pressed his cock tightly to her as he
squeezed her ass with both hands.  "Oh, shoot.  I
think I got chicken grease all over your legs, here,
bend over and I'll get it."
Leigh frowned and tried to look at the back of her
legs.
"It's okay, just bend over I'll clean up after my
Lay."  He inhaled deeply as she bent over and leaned
on the counter staring at Doug.
Downing the rest of her drink she smiled lazily, "Doug
you're not eating.  Dick seems to like going down on
my spread, why aren't you interested in it?"
Dick glanced at Doug with a look of `Oh my fucking
god' in his eyes.  Leigh's ass was spread out before
him.  In order to lean down on the counter she had
spread her legs wide before bending over.  Dick
reached into his pants and straightened himself.  As
he pulled his hand out it was covered with slimy
pre-cum.  He rested his sticky hand on the full soft
hip of his Lay.  "Yeah, won't take a second I just
don't want my coming to wreck your pretty panties."
"Hmm, mm." she laughed.  "I'm not wearing panties,
those are just shorts."
Doug was breathing hard again as his mother smiled
innocently at him with those beautiful big blue eyes
of hers.  His dick was back in his hand underneath the
table.
Dick was half-heartedly wiping Leigh's ass cheek with
a paper towel, "Lay, tell me how you like your cock. 
What kinds of things do you do to it before its
ready?"  
Doug looked away from the scene before him.  He felt
close to cumming again and wanted to think about
anything that would get his mind off is mother's body.
 "Yeah Mom, tell us how you like to cook." He
regretted the words he choose.
Leigh tilted her glass high and sucked in an ice cube.
 She giggled and began thinking, "Oh, well I like to
take out the cock and wash it, I rub my hands all over
it until it's clean and out of its skin.  Then I roll
it in my hands getting it ready for my oven.  Once
I've covered it with a condiment."
"Wu, with whut?"
"Condiment.  Spices I guess their called."
Dick was listening as he wiped Leigh's ass.  As she
began talking about rubbing her hands all over the
cock he took her hips in his hands and licked her
exposed ass cheek.  She didn't seem to notice so he
kept slowly running his tongue along her cheeks
getting closer and closer, lower and lower, the
chicken flavor was a plus.  She really was a great
cook.
"What is your little friend doing?" 
Doug jumped and stuffed his cock away.  "Nuh, whu,"
She turned and looked over her shoulder.  "Dick!  What
are you doing?"
He gripped her hips tightly and licked and sucked at
her ass cheek.  "You taste so good I can't help
myself." He ran his tongue low onto her inner thigh.
"Stop!  That tickles!" she leapt up but he held on and
buried his face between her cheeks.
"You're such a sweet, Lay I can't help it!"
"I am not!" she giggled and jumped away from him..
"What is he doing?" Doug asked.
"Licking my butt!" she chased him across the kitchen.
"I couldn't help myself!  Ahh!"
She cornered him against the pantry, "Yuck," she
wiggled her ass against his body.  "Yuck, yuck, yuck!"

Dick couldn't believe what was happening.  She was
grinding her ass against his bulge.
"Ow, what are doing, Lay!?"
"Drying my butt!  It's covered with spit now."
"Oh, okay let me help." He locked eyes with Doug and
began thrusting his crotch against the pretty blonde's
ass.  "Is that, uhn, better?"
"Okay okay!" she pulled away.
Dick laughed and pulled her back, "NO!  We need to
make sure you're all dry!" he humped against her ass a
few more times and let his hands slide up to the base
of her tits.
"No tickling!" she shrieked.
"Oh you don't like that!"  Dick stopped humping her
ass and let his hands roam wherever they could.
Doug bolted from his chair and joined in.
Both boys grabbed and tickled wherever they could find
skin.  In the frenzy Leigh's shirt was pushed up over
her tits and where Dick was slightly shocked, Doug
kept right on tickling her and grabbing at her tits
and nipples as she shrieked and ran; her tits and
ponytails bouncing before the boys' eyes.  She charged
out of the kitchen and up the stairs slamming the door
behind her.
Doug walked back into the kitchen smiling.
"Doug?  Your mom, she, naked, laughing.  What the
hell's up with that?"
"Sit down for a minute." Doug pulled a chair out for
him.
The phone rang.  Doug answered it and smiled, "Okay
Mom."  He hung up.  "It was Mom on her cell.  She says
she's gonna take a nap for a while and she's not
coming down til we promise to stop tickling her.  Oh,
and she wanted to know if..."
"What?"
"If you would be interested in spending the night."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Sit down.  My mom is, well you know how she is.  She
gets a little crazy.  I told you she ain't dumb."
"I know that."
"She drinks.  Ever since my Dad left us she drinks and
it gets away from her.  I think she may be kinda off
about my Dad.  In the six years he's been gone I have
never once seen her go out on a date.  She likes to
talk about what it will be like when he gets back from
his vacation."
"Vacation?" Dick scoffed.
"I know, and you know, he ain't coming back, but she
doesn't seem to get it." He whispered. "She gets drunk
on the weekends and well, sometimes things happen."
"Tell me!" he urged.
"If I let you in on this you have two options; keep it
an absolute secret and life becomes amazing, or tell
the world what I will deny and you'll be labeled an
asshole and give up heaven.  So what do you think you
might want to choose."
"Are you talking about... God!  Are you fucking your
Mom?"
"Of course not!  Jesus!" he shook his head, "not
exactly."
"Doug what the hell do you get up to?"
"She has needs and she drinks.  Stuff happens; she
doesn't remember the next day what went down, life is
good.  So, uh, you think you want to spend the night?"
"...shit."

...to be continued (if Rachel let's me!)  --Carl Chelsea
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