A/N: I realized that I had made all the mothers of the girls (iCarly & Victorious) except Cat's mother, not to mention that I finally found the cast of the boy band flirting with Cat in "Survival of the Hottest". So I told myself that I could ally the two to make this short story.

Have fun!

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01 - Good things come to those who wait for

Wicked area of Los Angeles, years 2015

On this summer Sunday the sun was burning. Taylor Valentine would have preferred not to be outdoors with that time but it was her duty as a good catholic to go door-to-door after the mass to help people. Today, three doors had slammed her face after she showed up. She was nervous and discouraged.

She was back in town with her husband for several months, after leaving their second son to this psychiatric home who could better help him than them. Taylor would have liked her daughter Cat to come back to live with them, the house felt empty without her three children. But Cat will soon be 20 and wanting to live with her blonde and coarse friend, with the support of Nona, she could not do much to make her come back.

Holly, her only friend in the parish, had recommended her to make cakes: "people are more kind and more receptive if you offer them cakes". But at the second house, the tenant had snatched the box of cakes before she even opened her mouth. Taylor hesitated to go and knock at a fourth house. She was not good at door-to-door, she would have liked Holly to be there to help her.

As she approached the neighboring house, Taylor was not comfortable with her heels, black skirt and white blouse. Starting from the house this morning, she had dressed strictly but the hot heat had forced her to remove her jacket and open a few buttons of her blouse, revealing more skin than she would have liked.

Naïve, she did not realize that her big pale breasts enclosed in a small bra were visible and shiny with sweat. Her skirt was a little too short and she stuck her legs. She was barely enough to cover the top of her stockings and the lines of her panties were marked on her buttocks. Her heels bent her legs, her glasses and her long brown hair held in a bun, she was the incarnation of a sexy business woman.

"I'd better give up" Taylor said to herself, but she climbed the steps of the house. Rusty figures indicated «32» but there was a mark that showed «8» missing "maybe I'm not in the right neighborhood."

The parish had divided the city for its volunteers. Taylor had chosen one of the neighborhoods in the older ones where her colleagues did not want to go. She was sorry that no one had signed up to accompany her, but she could not blame them. The neighborhood was old and the population difficult to approach. Moreover, this neighborhood was avoided by the other volunteers since Hope Quincy, a girl of 18 years, was returned pregnant. Her father claimed that she had been raped, and although Hope had never told what had happened to her, she had denied that she had been raped. No one had returned to the neighborhood since, Taylor was the first in three years. Taylor shuddered as she tried to imagine what Hope had been through, especially since she was the same age as her daughter Catarina.

She wanted her husband Michael Valentine to be more practicing. She would feel more confident if he was with her, but from the beginning of their relationship, he had made her understand that religion did not interest him. She would still have liked that he plays the bodyguards. Taylor adjusted her glasses before knocking on the door. She waited a minute but no one came.

"I should give up" she murmured.

With her brown eyes, she examined the house. The white paint crumbled and the windows were covered with sheets. The green paint on the door was faded. The garden was deserted and the stairs leading to the door were damaged. It was astonishing that she had not twisted her ankle while going up. She knocked again, louder. The sun was pounding in her back. Her forehead became sticky and her hair greasy. Her mascara was not yet flowing but she was worried that soon he would do it.

Taylor was not much made up, just enough to be beautiful, a little pink blush on the cheeks and a red lipstick. Her sweat would not ruin her makeup but she would not fix it. At last she heard movement on the other side of the door.

"Just a moment" a male voice said.

The noises continued behind the door, then she squeaked open. A young man advanced quickly, unbalancing Taylor as the door closed. He grabbed the woman to prevent her from falling.

"Sorry, ma'am, but they store so many things behind the door that it's almost impossible to open. What can I do for you?"

Taylor pulled away and straightened up. She put her glasses back in place and looked up at the young man. He was naked and very handsome. His chest and his abdominals seemed carved. He was only wearing a pair of underpants. His arms and legs came out of the weight room. He wore a beard of a day and undisciplined hair. She was speechless.

"Oh, you are a witness of Jehovah" he sighed as he saw the pamphlets under the woman's arm.
"Not at all, I'm just a volunteer at the catholic parish. I'm here to help" Taylor corrected him.

The young man stared at her, his eyes were intimidating.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" Taylor asked, looking away.
"Why not! I go and wake up my roommates. Paul likes pious people. Would you like to come inside?" the boy said, scratching his nascent beard.

He pushed open the door and entered. Taylor followed him, a stack of cardboard boxes was behind the door that closed automatically.

"My name is Ben Wilson" he says.
"Oh, I did not even introduce myself, my name is Taylor Valentine."

They shook hands with smiles. She followed him to a dimly lit room that seemed to be the living room.

"Sit down, I'll get the others."

Ben let her sit on one of the three worn-out sofas on each side, with a large flat screen in front. She sat down and waited on the less torn in front of the door and the TV. She heard the young man's voice upstairs.

"Stand up, we have a visit" and then after a silence of 3 seconds "No, I do not care that you put on pants.

Taylor was sorting out her brochures. The men went downstairs with great noise. Ben was the first to enter, a big smile on his face. He sat down beside her. He was followed by a man as muscular as himself, another completely naked and also barracked, and a third wrapped in a blanket that threw himself on the nearest couch. The other two sat down on the remaining sofa.

Taylor could not help but notice the naked man's cock, it was much large and bigger than her husband's. The young man seized his limb, laughing, and looking at her, she looked away, blushing. The other young people laughed with him.

"The guy, it's our guest! She's here to talk to us about her parish" the boy sitting next to her says "ma'am, the big one is Nate Powell, the nude is Paul Howard, The other is Dylan Boyd."
"Hello boys, I'm Taylor from St. Brendan Parish, in Central LA."
"Oh, we know a girl who goes to this church" Ben said.
"Really, what's her name?" Taylor replied enthusiastically.
"Yeah, you know who this girl is" Ben exchanged a wink with his friends.

Taylor watched them exchange smiles before they became interested in her again. She would have liked to understand the wink and have answers to her questions.

"I remember you, Mrs. Valentine, you are the mother of Catarina, I was at school with her, you remember me?" Dylan said, before she spoke.

Taylor looked at the boy, she remembered him. He sat next to her during Middle School. He loved to annoy her daughter. Cat was complaining but Taylor was telling her he probably had a crush on her.

"How are your parents, Dylan?" she said, shaking her head.
"I do not talk to them much but I guess they're okay. How's Cat going?" he shrugged.
"She opened a babysitting business with a friend. But you, what are you doing?"
"I've always been bad, so that's why I live with these bums" Dylan shook his head.

Taylor did not know how to react so she said nothing. From the corner of her eye, she could still see Paul's soft cock. Ben had stretched out his arms, the one on the right resting just above her back, on the back of the sofa.

"Ben! Did you give a drink to Mrs. Valentine?" Paul asked.
"Where are my good manners? I'll go get water, you must be thirsty after that day in the sun" his friend replied.
"A churchwoman is always thirsty, Ben" Paul winked at his friend.

Taylor did not understand the double meaning of this sentence but she saw the smiles on the faces of the boys.

She thanked Ben when he gave her the water.

"So you wanted to talk to us?" Nate asked, from his couch.
"Yes, I have pamphlets to give you."

Taylor reached out to Ben and stood up.

"Do you think you're coming to church one day?" she asked, handing out the brochures.

The boys replied laughing. Taylor stumbled when she wanted to sit back, her documents scattering. Ben wanted to catch her as she fell head first on his lap. His hand grasped her thigh but the water from the glass splashed her blouse.

"Excuse me" she apologized awkwardly.
"There's no harm" Ben laughed.

Taylor's eyes fell on Ben's crotch. A bulge was noticeable under the pants. The boy saw her gaze and helped her straighten up. Her pink bra was now clearly visible under her wet blouse. Blushing, she sat down beside Ben. She hoped it was not too obvious that her nipples had hardened. Only ...

"You can take it away, if you're uncomfortable" Nate had noticed.
"I'm fine, so I said ..." Taylor replied.
"To be honest, I do not understand the church. Why do you go, Mrs. Valentine?" Paul cut her off.
"Uhhhh ..."
"Is it for you to dress up for your friends and feel good?"
"No, I dress like that most of the time and I do not have many friends in church."
"Relax Paul" Ben said to his friend "sorry, I was ironic when I said that Paul loved godly people."
"No, I like godly people. Especially the sluts" Paul stood up.

Paul sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Taylor, spreading his legs and holding his manhood a few inches from the woman's face. Nate and Dylan rolled their eyes as Taylor's eyes widened.

"I think I should go" she said, rising.

She started moving towards the exit but Nate was quick. He leaped from under his blanket and pulled her down on his couch. Accidentally, Taylor's hand stroked the boy's cock as she fell on the couch.

"The boys ..."

She tried to catch her breath. She saw Ben and Dylan get up from their sofa. Ben's underwear was already on the floor, his cock in erection. Paul and Nate were sitting on either side of her, holding her arms. Ben and Dylan were in front of her, big smiles enlightening their faces.

"Do not worry Ms. Valentine, we know how to treat our guests well."

Ben had knelt down in front of her. He tucked up the skirt, exposing the little black silk panties.

"What are you doing?" Taylor shouted.

Ben smiled at her. He put his forefinger on the little mound under the panties. He felt that the pussy was already wet. Taylor tried to escape the grip of the other two boys and close her legs but they held her well, legs open.

"You have beautiful breasts" Nate commented.

His finger blew a button. Panicked, the woman watched the buttons jump one by one. She wanted to stop him but she was paralyzed.

"You should not do this to me, boys, I'm married, I have a husband ..."
"I'm sure it will not bother Mr. Valentine to lend you" Paul whispered in her ear.

Taylor closed her eyes. Ben rubbed his fingers on the silk panties. He would already be inside her pussy if the little piece of cloth didn't make a barrage. Nate and Paul had lowered the bra and had grabbed one breast each. They massaged them. She did not know where Dylan was but she knew he was preparing something.

"You're all wet, Mrs. Valentine. You like it, do not you?" Ben teased her.
"Please ..." Taylor whimpered, her body betraying her "... I have a husband and a daughter."

Ben's fingers were wonderful and yet, they had not penetrated her privacy. The other two boys were busy kneading her breasts. They could not hold her arms. Paul took her hand and led her to his dick. He wrapped her fingers around his erect limb, then he helped her to caress him. Taylor opened her eyes to see with horror how she masturbated him. Pierre loosened his embrace on her hand and smiled when she did not let go of the limb.

"I think she likes that guys!" he laughed.

Taylor did not pay attention to the comment. Nate had led her other hand to his sex. The two cocks were much bigger than her husband's. They were already stiff in her hands but they did not stop growing. Her heart beat in her chest.

"Take off her panties, Ben!" Dylan said.

She crossed the young man's eyes between her legs. She realized he was waiting for a signal from her. He wanted to know if she agreed. Slowly, Taylor nodded negatively but ultimately, Ben did not seem to care. He pulled the panties down, revealing her wet pussy. She had a little dark task of pubic hair that began to grow back on the top of her pussy.

"How long have you not cum, Mrs. Valentine?" Dylan asked her.

She did not even hear the question. Ben plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. She gasped and clenched both cocks. Then, ashamed, she had an orgasm. It had been two years since she had had sexual intercourse and more than fifteen years that her husband had not licked.

"I think she likes it, Ben" Paul laughed.

Taylor continued to wank both cocks while Ben was eating her sex. Every time the tongue touched her clit, she shivered with pleasure. This boy was not an amateur. He waved his tongue and stroked her clit with his thumb. Her knees began to tremble. Her second orgasm was close.

"Continue, please!" she shouted.
"Smile, Mrs. Valentine!"

There was a bright flash. She looked up and saw Dylan with his phone, she could never deny what was going on.

"Do Mr. Valentine and Cat know you're here?" Dylan asked.

Taylor shook his head. They knew she would go door-to-door for the parish. She felt guilty, she told her husband that she was doing this so that people would become more prudish. She was betraying her husband as her body betrayed her.

Paul pinched her nipple.

"No, stop ..." she gasped.

He did not listen and took the nipple in his mouth. Nate did the same on his side, the two boys sucking her breasts while Ben licked her pussy. She was soaked, her fluid combined with saliva drowned her crotch.

"I think that's enough, it's time for her to make us happy" Dylan patted on the back of his friend.

Ben nodded. The boys pulled her out of the couch to put her on her lap. Paul tore off the blouse and the bra. Taylor's big breasts swayed. The youngs looked eagerly at this tender and pale flesh, the woman only remained with her skirt and her heels, her panties having long since disappeared.

"What are you boys doing? What do you want from me now?" Taylor asked, though she knew the answer.
"Ohhhh Mrs. Valentine!" Dylan said jokingly.

He stroked his limb a few inches from her face. Taylor looked at the biggest dick she had ever had. She knew it was going to get bigger again. A little pre-ejaculatory fluid was oozing over the glans.

"We know what you want" Paul added.

The four boys were standing with four cocks for herself. She was hungry sexually even if she did not want to admit it. She had never thought of it like that. Dylan grabs the back of her head to lead her mouth toward his fleshy cock. He choked her down until his balls hit the woman's chin.

"Yeh guys, we hit the jackpot!"

Taylor coughed, but Dylan obliged her to resume his sex. After a few moments, she swallowed his cock with ease. With her hands free, she grabbed two other dicks. She did not even know who they belonged to. With her thumbs, she coats these stalks with their own pre-ejaculatory fluid, then she shakes them.

"Yeah, great!" a voice sounds.

Instinctively, she changed of sex to put a new one in her mouth and she continued to shake two others. She changed before a boy ejaculated. Although she was not an expert, Taylor possessed an innate talent for oral sex. This is not what one would think of a bigoted like her. Yet, when she had had relations with her husband, he had known how to appreciate his wife's mouth. With her tongue, she sensed all the differences of skins of the boys' sexes. The pre-ejaculatory fluid began to line her throat. Her pussy was on fire.

"This woman is great!"

She could hear the boys clapping their hands.

"These are always the most ass-blessed who are the best sluts!"
"I bet you this bitch will still cum!"
"Hey, she's all for us today. She will not want to leave tonight."
"And tomorrow she will not be able to walk anymore."

She heard these words, and though they were degrading, she adored. She sucked even more enthusiastically.

"I'm going to fill you up, my big-breasted filly!"

Not yet. Taylor did not want someone to ejaculate. She quickly changed of cock.

"Come here, I'll fuck your little slut throat until I cum" a voice cried.

A hand took her head and put it back on the previous cock. The mysterious voice pushed his cock to the bottom of her throat, stifling her. She did not resist and the embrace loosened, she sucked in rhythm this sex.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh I come!" the voice said.

Indeed, the sperm fills her mouth. She swallowed what she could but coughed on the rest. The cock continued to squirt, splashing her glasses, leaving long sticky threads. She closed her eyes as her hair and breasts received their share of cum. She finished swallowing the sperm in her mouth and returned to clean the boy's sex.

"How was it?" a voice asked.

She looked up. It was Dylan who had ejaculated the first.

"Delicious!" Taylor smiled and said.

The boys laughed as the woman engulfed another cock.

'What am I doing?', a small voice in his head said.
'You give yourself pleasure. It's time you enjoyed good cocks, that's enough bullshit, bigots. These boys will take you up to the seventh heaven and in good whore, you will appreciate', a darker voice answered.

After Dylan had unloaded, the other boys wanted to do the same. Ben grunted as he emptied his balls down her throat. Taylor could hear in her head, the jet of cum tapping the bottom of her throat. Then Nate added his discharge to Taylor's face. Each jet was bigger and thicker than the previous one. Her mascara dripped down her cheeks, her lipstick overflowing from her mouth.

The boys sat down on the sofa after cuming. Paul was the last one standing. Even if she had already received a lot, she wanted more. Her heart beat, she could not wait to see where he was going to ejaculate. The carpet and Taylor's pussy were soaked. She saw from the corner of her eye that Dylan had picked up his phone and was filming it. She sucked Paul's balls as her hands worked up and down on the boy's penis.

"What a bitch you are, they've covered you with sperm and you still want it. Do not worry, my balls are just as full" Paul moaned.

The other boys applauded as the woman engulfed the limb deeply. The groans of Paul were accentuated.

"Are you ready whore, for another good discharge?"

Without waiting for an answer, he drew her head by the hair and groaned as a spurt of sperm splashed over her glasses. Then he put his cock back in the mouth and filled it before coming out to finish on her face.

Taylor seemed out of a war of streamers. Sons of sticky material covered her hair, her face and her breasts, some had fallen on her black skirt. Paul joined the others on the sofas. Taylor remained on her knees, in the middle of the room, panting.

Everyone smiled, even Mrs. Valentine.

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A/N: So, I hope you liked it!

Taylor Valentine as Rose McGowan

Ben Wilson as JC Gonzalez

Paul Howard as Marco James

Nate Powell as Dexter Darden

Dylan Boyd as Justin Deeley