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by solkiji

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1. 1

I sighed as I stared down at my empty dinner plate. It had been a good meal, I guessed. But I still wasn't feeling that good.

"Is something wrong, Taylor?" Mom asked from the other side of the kitchen table.

I looked up at Mom. She was looking at me, wiping her lips with her napkin. I weakly smiled at her, before dropping my gaze.

There was plenty wrong. There was school. There was Emma and her friends. There was the fact that we lived in a small house that was slowly falling apart. There was the way my dick kept on getting hard whenever I looked at another woman or when I thought about other girls or for no reason at all.

Mom reached across the table and took my hand. I looked up at her, and she smiled softly at me.

"I'm not going to make you say anything, Taylor, but if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here for you. You can tell me anything, and I won't judge you for it."

I smiled at her, and squeezed her hand in return. I took a deep breath. Maybe I could tell Mom some of what was weighing me down.

"Mom, if…" I trailed off, trying to get my thoughts in order and figure out what it was that I was trying to say. Mom didn't say anything in return and just quietly waited for me to get my thoughts together.

"Do you think that everyone talks to their mom's like we do?" I asked. That wasn't really important, but it would give me a bit more time to work up some courage.

"Not all of them, I'm sure," Mom said, patting me on the hand before withdrawing it. "But I'm sure that a lot of them do." She paused for a second. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was just wondering," I said.

That wasn't entirely true. There was a plan that was starting to take shape, that had just been sparked a few seconds ago. I loved Mom. Most people were supposed to love their mothers, right? And I'd be devastated if anything happened to Mom. I wouldn't even like it if she started dating again. So maybe I could…

"Thanks for the talk, Mom," I said, smiling brightly as I got ready to stand up. "It was really helpful."

Mom looked puzzled but nodded. Then she looked even more puzzled as I suddenly decided to stay sitting. Okay, this erection was going to have to go away before I stood up. I wasn't going to give Mom a look at that, from just a few feet away.

I tried to keep my thoughts on non-sexy subjects. It wasn't very easy, since I kept on going back to the plan that was unfolding in my mind. I shifted around in my seat as images kept on coming to me. Mostly of Mrs. Barnes, since she was the only one of them I actually knew. What would they look like? What would they feel like? I had no idea, but the idea was just so appealing to me.

"Are you okay, Taylor?" Mom asked. "You're looking kind of red?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly, standing up and pivoting to the side to make sure that Mom couldn't get a good look at my crotch. Then I held my dishes in front of my crotch anyway, just to make sure. "I'm just going to go take care of these!"

Smooth, Taylor. That was smooth. My cheeks were red as I went over to the sink and started to clean up. Okay, Mom probably had a good idea of what was happening to me, but so long as she didn't actually say anything about it, I didn't have to die of embarrassment.

And now I could focus on something else. Like which one of them I was going to go after first. And how I was going to go after them. How did one go about seducing the middle-aged mothers of the bullies who were tormenting me every single day? I wasn't sure, but I was going to have to find out. Since seducing them was only the first step in my plan.

An image flashed through my mind again, of Mrs. Barnes, Mrs. Hess and Mrs. Clements, all of them pregnant and bulging. The last two just looked like Sophia and Madison aged up a few decades, but it was still a hot, hot picture, one that made my cock pulse inside of my panties again and rub against my underwear. I shakily exhaled, and tried to focus on something, anything else. Something that would be a whole lot less… dangerous.

And, I supposed, I would have to decide which one I would go after first. Because I was going to knock up every single one of them, all in good time. And that kind of revenge would be so, so sweet, leagues better than anything else I could have done.

It had actually been pretty easy to find Sophia's address, and I had gone there right after school had ended. I wasn't sure how long track practice would last for, but I hoped I had at least an hour to work my magic on Mrs. Hess. Yeah, right, as if.

I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door of the house. It was in a bit better shape than my own, and in a bit better neighborhood. Not that that meant all that much.

After a few seconds, the door creaked open, and a middle-aged black woman stood there, looking down at me curiously. I smiled at her and stood as straight as I could.

"Mrs. Hess?" I asked, extending a hand. "I'm Taylor Hebert, from Winslow. I know your daughter and-."

"Has Sophia done something?" Mrs. Hess asked sharply, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Wait, if she had, why would a kid come?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you, ma'am," I said brightly.

I had done a bit of digging. Mostly on social media, which didn't even mean I needed to leave the house. And I had found out a lot of Yolanda Hess. She sure seemed to date a lot. And the men and women she dated were all pretty attractive, and they never lasted for that long. That had sent my thoughts down a certain track, and I had kept on digging, finding out more and more.

It seemed that Yolanda was pretty promiscuous. She had fucked a lot of people, a lot of different ways. Of a bunch of different ages and genders and races. So I was feeling pretty confident about my odds for getting her to see things my way.

"Come in," Mrs. Hess said, stepping backwards and letting me step inside.

I did so, and followed her deeper inside of her house. From one room, I could hear the little gurgles of a baby making noise to themselves. That was a good sign, I supposed. If she was still willing to be pregnant at her age, then why not do so again?

"What can I do for you?" Mrs. Hess said, sitting down on a chair and gesturing me towards the other side of the kitchen table.

You can let me fuck you and impregnant you as revenge on your daughter, I thought but didn't say. Instead, I took a deep breath and started on my prepared spiel, that I had carefully assembled from a bunch of different books and websites. And man, I hoped that it would work.

"I see a lot of Sophia at school," I said, "and I was wondering what kind of person she is at home."

Mrs. Hess sat back in her chair a bit and looked at me. I looked at her as well. And it was pretty nice to look at her. She was quite an attractive woman.

I would say she was in her very early thirties, with no signs of having had three children. Although with how broad her hips were, I supposed that her pregnancy might have gone pretty easily. And there was the possibility that the large breasts I saw underneath her tight shirt had grown in size while pregnant.

She had shoulder-length brown hair, done up in one of those fuzzy ringlet styles that I could never remember the name of. There was just a bit of makeup on her face, and she really didn't need makeup, she looked so pretty. I was glad that the lower half of my body was concealed underneath the table, since I was starting to get hard as I looked at her.

And she had even darker skin than her daughter. Yolanda had black skin, pretty much the darkest shade that I had ever seen in my life. A sudden image of pure white cum on that black skin came to mind and refused to leave, until I really made myself focus on what she was saying.

Things moved on a bit as we talked. It was so easy to flatter Mrs. Hess. In fact, after half an hour or so, she even said that I could call her Yolanda. I quickly did so, since it was so obvious that it would make it easier to seduce her if we were on a first name basis. And we kept on talking, and it was so easy to say the right things to make her smile. I honestly couldn't believe how easy it was. Talking to people had never been this easy before. I had always struggled with it, but with Mrs. Hess, the words just seemed to flow like water from a jug.

I had to admit, I had cheated a little bit. I had worked up my courage, and bought a shirt that showed off my belly (flat, thankfully, after a lot of exercise) and my shoulders. If I had any cleavage, I would have shown that off as well. As it was, I just hoped that Mrs. Hess appreciated it.

And that she appreciated the tight pants I had forced myself into. I made several excuses to get up for a glass of water and the like, and made sure to put a bit more sway in my step than was normal. Meaning that I put any amount of sway in my step.

"Taylor," Yolanda said after a while, "would you like to come up to my bedroom?"

I hesitated just for a second, not quite believing what I had heard. Then a big smile spread across my face.

"Of course, Yolanda," I said. "I'll follow you."

Yolanda led me up some stairs, and I smiled. And adjusted my pants so my erection wasn't quite so inconvenient. There wasn't a thing I could do to make it less obvious, though. Well, that was hardly a downside, was it? And I supposed it would be a good idea to give Yolanda a bit of warning before it came flopping out of my pants when I pulled them down.

Yolanda closed the bedroom door behind me and I looked around. I was starting to feel a bit nervous, actually. This was going to be my first time having sex. It was going to be my first time in a ton of different ways, actually. First kiss, first damn near everything. But I was looking forward to it, quite a bit. For all kinds of reasons.

"You know," Yolanda said, "it's been ages since I've had a schoolgirl." She chuckled and patted me on the shoulder. "I just wish you were a Catholic schoolgirl so you could wear the uniform." She looked me over. "You look good in this, but you'd look great in that."

I blushed and looked off to the side, running a hand through my hair. Okay, I might have been seducing Yolanda, but maybe she was seducing me in turn. And you know? I was okay with that. I could certainly use the help of someone who actually had some experience doing this sort of thing for my first time.

Yolanda sat down on her bed and beckoned me to come closer. I did so, and she wrapped me in a hug, falling backwards onto the bed and taking me with her. I squeaked, eyes growing wide as I fell. My landing was cushioned by her breasts and the general softness of her body, which felt quite nice. I gasped, looking down at her beautiful face. She looked up at me and smiled, running a hand through my curly black hair.

"You know, Taylor," Yolanda said, running her hand down my back and to my butt, "I'm not sure why you're here and trying to get me interested in you," I flushed at being so easily caught out, "and I don't really care." She licked her lips and grinned at me. "I'm still going to enjoy this. A lot."

"I am too," I said, nodding my head firmly. I was. I really hoped I was. "Just let me know… anything that goes wrong."

"Trust me, Taylor," Yolanda said with a chuckle, "I know every single thing here that needs doing." She patted my cheek. "So let's get a look at you." She looked me up and down. "Did you get special underwear to go with the clothes you've got on?"

I blushed again. No, I hadn't even thought about that. And, frankly, I was spending enough money just on the shirt and pants. More money spent on a fancy set of bra and panties just didn't seem like a good idea.

I leaned back and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I took a few deep breaths, and then lifted it up, peeling it off of me. I wasn't wearing a bra, so in an instant, my upper body was entirely exposed to Sophia's mother.

"Very nice," Yolanda said in an appreciative voice. "I'm sure, Taylor, that in time you'll figure out how both flat-chested girls and girls with big old boobies," she clutched her own chest through her shirt, "have a lot to offer everyone."

I nodded, and looked up at the wall, seeing but not really looking at the photos on the wall. I wasn't quite as hard as I could be, the embarrassment of this all dragging down the arousal that I was generally feeling. I was sure that would change soon enough, though.

"And now," Yolanda said, "let's see what you've got in your pants."

I looked down as Yolanda leaned forward, grabbing at the zipper of my pants. I took a deep breath and forced my hands to my sides. If she wanted to do this, then I was going to let her.

Yolanda pulled my pants down and gasped as my cock fell out. It was a big cock, I had to admit. I had seen some dicks in porn, and I was pretty sure that only a few of them measured up to what I had. It was big, almost a foot long, and pretty thick. When I masturbated, I tended to use both hands, just so that I could get a bunch of stimulation all over my shaft.

"Oh my," Yolanda said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I thought you had a rolled-up sock or something down there." She sat back on her heels, studying my cock as I shifted awkwardly from side to side. "But this is all you, isn't it?" She looked up at me and smiled. "You ever have trouble with this bad boy?"

I did. Sophia seemed to think that this was a great target for attacking, and if I hadn't gotten so good at dodging, then I might not have ever been able to do this with her mother. But that didn't seem like the kind of thing I should be sharing with Yolanda. Instead, I just shook my head.

"I need to make sure that my pants are roomy enough to take me, but that's it," I said.

"Speaking of taking things…" Yolanda said, a hand going down to rub at her crotch. She looked up at me and winked. "You've come to the right woman for something like this, Taylor." She looked down at my cock again and gave it a stroke. "Oh yes, you've come to the right place."

I was quite hard by now, feeling Yolanda's strong, soft fingers gliding up and down along my shaft. It felt really good, and I was having a lot of trouble holding on. Okay, maybe I wasn't going to knock Mrs. Hess up right here and now, an hour or so after meeting her, but at least I could make sure that I actually got inside of her before orgasming.

"Now, Taylor," Yolanda said, leaning backwards and slowly lifting her blouse up. "Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" She paused. "That wasn't you."

"Yes," I said, hoping that she wouldn't ask any more questions that would be pretty hard to answer.

"In real life?" Yolanda said, asking the question I had hoped she wouldn't.

I didn't answer, partly out of embarrassment, partly because she had lifted her shirt up high enough for me to get a good view of her breasts. And they were some really good breasts. They were big breasts, for one, and as Yolanda saw me looking, she gave them a big of a wiggle, shaking them from side to side. The way they jiggled, it was just so enticing, and I felt my heart rise to my throat as I looked at the big, black mounds moving.

"You look really nice, Yolanda," I murmured, staring at her chest.

"So do you, Taylor," she said, unhooking her bra and letting her breasts hang free. They looked even better like this. "And you're going to feel wonderful inside of me, too."

I nodded. Then I nodded again, much more firmly. Right. Right. Fuck Yolanda, fuck Zoe, fuck Mabel. I was going to fuck them all and knock them all up and it would feel so good to have that kind of triumph over the Trio. Knowing that I had completely and utterly dominated their mothers, and gotten each and every one of them pregnant. Was there a better victory than that?

That was enough to finally get me moving. I crawled onto the bed, joining Yolanda, and helped her finish getting undressed. It felt really nice to do that, pressing my hands against her soft, yielding flesh and feeling everything about her. It was nice. It was really, really nice and I loved that this was happening to me. Taylor Hebert, the school loser, getting it on with one of her bullies. It hardly sounded possible, but the feeling of Yolanda against me was so, so real.

I kissed her. I kissed her on my own violation, not waiting for her to do that to me. I kissed her, and it felt so nice. It was a pretty sloppy kiss, I knew, with my tongue sliding out and running along her chin before I could get it where it was supposed to go, but I still kissed her. Then I kissed her again, grabbing her shoulders as she grabbed my hips.

We went tumbling down onto the bed, rolling around and feeling each other pressing against us. I could especially feel my dick pressing against her lower stomach, feeling the soft skin rubbing against me. And that felt really, seriously good. Way better than my hand had felt. Or even her hand had felt.

"Come on," I moaned, pulling away from her a bit. "I want to see you naked. Right now."

I tugged at her skirt, trying to unfasten it. I more or less managed it, and certainly got it tugged down far enough that I could get access to what I wanted. Okay, that sounded crude and crass. I could see her pussy. There, that sounded a lot better.

Then Yolanda took things the rest of the way, unhooking her skirt and pulling her panties down her thick thighs. And I got to see a naked woman for the first time in real life. And it was great. I breathed in and out, feeling my heart pounding in my chest as I stared. Yolanda looked so hot, and I wanted to fuck her so badly. I just couldn't wait anymore, and leaned in, cock in hand as I rubbed at her inner thighs.

"One eager beaver, aren't you?" Yolanda asked, laughing. "Don't you want to touch me first?"

Right. Right, that sounded like a really good idea. I took a deep breath and lowered my hands, feeling her underneath me. And it felt so amazing. Her breasts were overflowing my hands, the softness something unreal to me. They felt great, soft and big and wonderful. I kept on touching them, making sure not to squeeze down too hard. After all, why would I want to hurt her?

"They feel great," I said, smiling at her. "They feel really, really great." I took a deep breath, feeling my dick wobbling back and forth underneath me. "It's feeling good for you too, right?"

"Reach down and find out," Yolanda said with an easy smile.

I did, and dragged my fingertips along her inner thigh, up to her crotch. Then I pressed against her pussy. And she was wet. She was really wet, and as I brushed my fingers back and forth against her lower lips, she gave this really cute and sweet shudder, her full lips parting slightly.

I licked my lips as I looked down at Yolanda's body. Her black, mature, naked body. And it was so hot. So completely and utterly hot. I couldn't believe how turned on I was.

Or how turned on she was. She was dripping wet, arousal running out of her folds and leaving shining streaks along her thick black thighs. It looked amazing, and I had to take some deep breaths to make sure that I didn't cum too early.

"You can come on in anytime you want," Yolanda said, shifting around and resting her head on a pillow. "Believe me, I'm ready for you, Taylor."

I nodded and reached down, grabbing her hips. Then I lowered myself down, until my cock was resting right against the entrance to her pussy. I looked at her one last time, and she nodded at me.

And then I slid into a MILF's pussy. And it was great. Seriously, it was amazing. I gasped, my eyes crossing as I realized how good it felt. I shivered, feeling her wet, hot folds squeezing down around me.

And Yolanda liked it too. She gasped, back arcing a bit. Then she looked at me with a big smile on her face, and I knew that everything was going to be just fine. So I started to fuck her even more.

I pushed myself deeper and deeper inside of her. And her body took every bit of my cock, her pussy easily taking my huge shaft. And Yolanda was loving it. She was moaning, her hands coming up to wrap around my back and pull me down so that I was closer to her. She smiled at me from just inches away, as sweat started to run down her dark cheeks.

"Fuck yes," she moaned. "It's been too long since I got fucked by a schoolgirl." She planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Keep it up, Taylor."

I kept it up, moving back and forth. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Heck, I couldn't believe that I hadn't already cum from this. Yolanda felt amazing. Her pussy was a bit tight, but not nearly enough to slow me down as I rocked back and forth, sliding in and out of her over and over again.

I was really getting into it, and even remembering to feel her up as I fucked her. Touching her breasts, stroking her face, kissing her, all that kind of stuff that would make her feel good. I was feeling great, and I wanted Yolanda to feel just as good as I was feeling. That was only fair, after all, right?

I probably couldn't make her feel as good as I was feeling, of course. I was feeling really good, and it was a minor miracle that I hadn't already cum. But I still kept going, desperately panting as I fucked the older black woman underneath me.

I blinked. I had just heard someone shout. Someone familiar sounding.

"I said, I'm home, Mom!" Sophia shouted from the first story.

"Okay," Yolanda shouted back, making me wince and cover my ears. She patted me on the shoulder and grinned. "I'm up in my room."

For a while, I slowed down, wondering if I was really doing the right thing. Or, at least, if I was doing it while Sophia was right here in the house with me. Then I frowned and nodded. And I kept on going, I kept on pounding into Sophia's mother, feeling the wet pussy wrapping around me as I fucked her. And it still felt so good. There was nothing Sophia could do that would change that.

Not even the sounds of her walking up the stairs outside the room. I focused on Yolanda, and how soft she was, wrapped around me, and how hot and amazing she was. And it felt great. I managed to push Sophia to the side as I kept on fucking Yolanda, feeling her around me, her wet walls massaging my cock.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned, gasping and feeling sweat dripping from my forehead. "Real soon."

"Do it," Yolanda urged, smiling up at me. "Do it, let me feel a virgin's first orgasm."

And that was pretty much it. I just couldn't keep on going after that. I gasped as I pushed myself as far inside of Yolanda as possible. We both moaned, our voices wrapping around each other as I felt my dick twitching and pulsing inside of her.

And then I was cumming, and it felt so good. I shivered and almost fell down into Yolanda's cleavage as I came. It felt so good. There was so much semen flowing out of my balls and getting pumped deep inside of her. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, and I never wanted it to stop. I wanted it to keep on going and going, to fill Yolanda up with my semen and make absolutely sure that she was knocked up, that I had thoroughly fucked and used her.

I rolled off of her as I finished cumming, my heart beating like a snare drum inside of my chest. Wow. Wow. That had been wonderful from start to finish. Wait, had it been wonderful for Yolanda?

"Hey," I asked, my voice sounding a bit scratchy. I cleared it and tried again. "Hey, Yolanda." She looked at me, sweat beading on her forehead, and smiled. "Did you cum?"

"Not quite," Yolanda said, stretching and moving in a pretty distracting way. I got even more distracted when I lifted myself up a bit and saw my cum trickling out of her pussy in a white line. "But," she added as my face fell, "I wasn't really expecting to, either, since it was your first time and all." Well, that made me feel a bit better, at least. "And anyways, it can still feel pretty good to build yourself up like this and then just let it… dissipate," she added, waving her hands around.

I looked at the time and winced. It was that late already? Well, Sophia was home, so obviously.

Also, I didn't really want to meet Sophia right now. It was too hard (or embarrassing) to say why, but… yeah, I wanted to make sure I had knocked up her mother before we had a face to face. Yeah, that sounded a lot better.

"I'm sorry to push you out of here like this so quickly," Yolanda said, rising up and stretching. "But I need to go have a talk with my daughter." The way she said talk made me think that screaming match might be a better description. "But," she gave me a kiss on the cheek that made me blush and put a ember of heat right in my belly, "give me a call later this evening."

I nodded. Well, that was pretty much the perfect excuse, wasn't it? I nodded and started looking around for my clothes. Wow, how had they ended up all over the place like this? I must have really been getting wild while undressing.

"I'll see you later," I promised, climbing out of her bed and stretching, feeling the sweat on my body. Okay, shower power when I was home. "And, um, thank you," I said, giving the older woman a big smile. "This means a lot to me."

And eventually, I supposed, she would find out just how much it really did mean.

It was two weeks later, and I had fucked Yolanda three more times. Four more, counting this one. And I was getting better and better at it, too! I was pretty sure that I was just about to make Yolanda cum.

The two of us were both naked and in Yolanda's bedroom. She was pressed up against the wall, looking over her shoulder at me as I fucked her. I smiled back at her as I kept on thrusting into her, my hands all over her body. I wasn't getting tired of touching her. Not even a little bit.

"Come on, Taylor," Yolanda grunted, pushing her butt back against me. "Do it harder." She wiggled her hips from side to side. "Don't you want to make me scream as I cum?"

Oh, I did. I wanted to make that happen so, so badly. I started moving faster and faster, slapping my hips against her big black butt with a whole lot of force. Yolanda didn't utter a word of complaint.

I knew Sophia was home. And I knew that she could hear what was going on inside of here. That her mom was getting fucked through the wall, her wet pussy wrapped around my dick as I slammed into her over and over. The only thing Sophia didn't know was who was fucking her mom. And that was going to change today.

I lifted my hands up from Yolanda's hips and wrapped them around her breasts. Her big, soft breasts that felt so good wrapped around my cock. Or inside my mouth. Or underneath my hands. That felt great in general, really. I squeezed them, feeling the stiff nipples pressing against my palm.

"You feel so good, Yolanda," I whispered into her ear. "Every single part of you feels so good."

"I'm a big fan of your dick myself," Yolanda said, her voice a bit ragged as she pushed back against me. "But the rest of you is pretty good, too."

Okay, that seemed to have an insult wrapped up inside of it. Oh, but who cared? Yolanda was still tight and wet and hot and there was no way I was stopping now. My dick was feeling so good, and part of my head wanted to keep on doing this for hours, to keep on thrusting into Yolanda, feeling every one of her holes wrapped around my shaft.

Because I had gotten to feel every one of her holes. Yolanda had been quite the education for me, teaching me all kinds of things. Porn, it turned out, hadn't been the most accurate thing for me to possibly have learned from. But Yolanda had set me on the right path. I had gotten to feel her pussy and her mouth and her ass and her hands and her boobs wrapped around my cock. The sessions had lasted for hours sometimes, and I had barely made it home before Mom had. Sophia's mom seemed really interested in having a schoolgirl with a big dick to teach. Or corrupt, possibly, though given why I had sought her out, it was a bit of a two-way corruption.

"Don't you stop, Taylor," Yolanda moaned, her voice rising higher and higher, "don't you dare stop just yet."

"Why would I?" I asked, panting a bit. "I feel amazing. Your pussy is the best."

Not that I had ever been inside another pussy, but I was pretty sure they still couldn't compare to Yolanda. Hopefully the difference wouldn't be too great, since I still had to get to Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Clements.

I moved my hand off of one of Yolanda's breasts, and went down to her ass. She had a great ass, I had to say. It was nice and soft and I could really dig my hands into it. And it was pretty sensitive as well. Yolanda always made a really nice sound when I grabbed her, and three days ago, I had spent about five minutes playing with her butt, and found a whole lot of arousal gathered in her folds when I finally got to her pussy.

Of course, her pussy really was the most important bit. The whole reason I had come here. And not just because Sophia had come out of that pussy. I was going to give Sophia another little sibling and she was going to know just who had put that baby boy or girl inside of her mother's stomach.

The thought made a smile spread across my face as I kept on thrusting into Yolanda. She felt so good around me, just absolutely amazing. I didn't stop. I didn't want to stop, I wanted to keep on fucking her and fucking her and filling her womb up with my seed and making sure that sooner or later, she got pregnant.

And we were both going to enjoy ourselves as we did so. Yolanda was making all kinds of erotic sounds as I fucked her, and her pussy was so wet around me. It felt amazing, and I didn't have the slightest urge to stop fucking her as I pounded away, drawing my hips back before sending them forward. I was panting as well, and could feel the sweat beading on my skin and rolling down my body as I kept on fucking the hot, large black women in front of me.

I played with Yolanda's nipple again, running the sides of my fingers along it. She made the most amazing noise at that, a kind of cooing sound. Then I moved my other hand to the front of her pussy, looking for her stiff, fat clit. I pressed against that as well. And that made her cum.

"Taylor!" Yolanda called out, loud enough that everyone in the house must have heard her. "Taylor, yes, oh god yes!"

It felt amazing to have her cum around me. The way her pussy squeezed down tight around my cock, her wet folds really gripping my shaft, it was one of the best things on earth. I gasped, my grip on her body tightening as I felt her shake underneath me.

Yolanda took a step backwards, forcing me backwards as well. Then she fell forward, barely catching herself in time. I was still holding onto her, and went down as well. But my dick was still inside of her, and there was no way I could give up fucking her.

I kept on going, pounding into her over and over again, as Yolanda lay flat on the floor. It still felt great. Divine, even, feeling that wet, tight pussy wrapped around me, slowly relaxing as Yolanda came down from her high of pleasure. And my hands were still on her, still groping and touching her even as I kept on thrusting into her pussy.

Yolanda raised her ass up a bit, letting me fuck her even harder. I grabbed onto her hips, panting as I stared down at her body. What an amazing sight. The way her ass was jiggling as I slammed into her, the sounds she was making, the look I could see on half of her face, it was great. I loved it, and I wanted to see more of it. And on more women. I knew what Mrs. Barnes looked like, and the thought of her bent over and taking my cock just like this was a very hot idea. Especially since she looked so much like her daughter. I knew I would be working out quite a bit of aggression on her when the time came for me to fuck and knock her up.

Now it was my turn to cum. I groaned as I did so, feeling my dick twitch and pulse inside of her, scraping against her inner walls. I thrust my hips forward, burying as much as myself inside of her as was possible. I panted as I felt the semen flowing out of me, filling Yolanda up with some sticky, white cum. Virile cum, too, and I had to hope that she wasn't on the pill or anything, so that my cum was landing inside of a fertile womb.

"It's good," I moaned, twitching back and forth as I felt the cum flowing into the older, black woman. "It feels so good."

"Why do you think I love sex so much?" Yolanda said, her voice wobbling. "Sometimes it's even better than this."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around her in a hug and burying my face in her hair. I was feeling pretty worn out, taken to the very limits of how good I could feel. Not that I was complaining. It felt great to fuck her.

I could feel my cum starting to run out of Yolanda, sliding along my slowly softening cock. I shivered, and wondered if there was time to go again. No, probably not, I decided with a real sense of regret. We both had our own lives that needed living, and we couldn't always be fucking each other. As nice as that sounded, and as much as I was learning. And I was learning a lot. When it came time to meet the other mothers, I was going to have all kinds of things to show them.

Underneath me, Yolanda rolled over. I lifted myself up a bit to let her, and then looked down at her naked body. And she still looked great. I reached down and pushed her big, warm breasts together. And that looked even better.

Yolanda chuckled and reached up to muss my hair. I laughed and sat back on my heels, looking down at the mature, black woman I had just fucked. What a sight. What a sight. Seriously, this was absolutely amazing. I loved what I was seeing, how soft and yielding her body was, and how easily I could fuck her. And, seriously, how easy it was to slide my dick into her felt great. It was wonderful how much she loved sex.

"You know, Taylor," Yolanda said, smiling happily as she stared up at the ceiling, "this really felt good." I nodded, and she saw it. "No, I mean this really felt good." She patted me on the thigh. "Getting to ride a cock like that, from someone who's listening to what I'm saying?" She winked at me. "It's really something special."

I blushed and looked away. Okay, I looked down, where I could see my semen dribbling out of her pussy. That was a nice sight. Of course, seeing my semen on her skin would be just as good, though for different reasons. After all, it wasn't as if Yolanda was going to get pregnant from a facial!

"Listen, Yolanda, I loved this," I said, standing up and stretching, "but it's getting kind of late."

"No kidding," Yolanda said, not making any move to get up from the floor. "I'm surprised that we're not hearing some screaming for food." She winked at me. "And that's just from Sophia."

We both laughed as I got dressed. Yolanda seemed content to stay down on the floor of her bedroom, with my semen trickling out from her folds. Man, that was such a nice sight, and I could feel my cock getting hard again as I stared at her. I swallowed and looked away as I pulled my sweater down over head.

"Come by this weekend," Yolanda said, giving me a wave. "Sophia's off at a track meet, and Terry will be hanging out with his friends." She gave me a wink. "It will be just the two of us, for a day and a half."

Okay, how could I possibly refuse an invitation like that? I nodded enthusiastically, thinking about what to tell Mom, and how great it would be to have Yolanda all to myself for so long. And, of course, I was sure that Yolanda was thinking about how great it would be to have me all to herself for so long.

And after that, I would probably be ready to go and meet Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Clements, and keep on working on my master plan.

"Sure thing," I said, smiling. "I'll be there bright and early."

After that, I left, feeling quite happy. That round of sex had been great. And now it was going to happen again, only longer and better. What could be better than that? Well, knowing that I had actually knocked up Yolanda, of course, that I had put a baby in her belly. But all good things would come to those who wait, of course. And even if I never got Yolanda pregnant, I had still fucked Sophia's mom. And that was worth a hell of a lot.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear someone above me. And I was sure I knew who. I turned around, smiling widely as I saw Sophia at the head of the stairs, looking down at me in shock. I didn't think that I had ever seen such a look of surprise on her face before.

"Hi, Sophia," I said, grinning. Not even the thought of what she might do to me could stop me from enjoying this. "You're really lucky to have a mom who's so generous as she is."

I was going to pay for this, I knew. There was no way that Sophia would let this go. But so what? She and Emma and Madison already had it in for me. What else could they possibly do to me that they weren't already doing?

And any revenge was obviously going to be delayed as Sophia whirled around and went out of sight. I could hear her starting to scream at her mom as I put my shoes on and stepped out the door. There was a smile on my face, one that was bigger than any I had had in… years, probably. I wasn't worried about Yolanda. I was confident that she'd be able to put Sophia in her place. And I had to go home and take care of the rest of the day's work.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I found myself whistling.

I was still whistling when I came back to the Hess house early Saturday morning. I was looking forward to this. And why wouldn't I? Fucking Yolanda was going to be great.

Even if Sophia didn't like it. Especially if she didn't like it. She had made her dislike for what I was doing with her mother quite clear at school, but I had managed to outrun her and there wasn't much more she could do in the classrooms that she wasn't already doing. And Emma and Madison hadn't managed much more. It seemed that it was hard to spin me fucking Sophia's mom as something that was worse for me than it was for Sophia.

I knocked on the door, still smiling and wondering just what we were going to be doing together. I had a lot of different ideas, and I was sure that I hadn't even begun to scratch the list of things that Yolanda was into or knew how to do.

After a few seconds, the front door opened. And there Yolanda was, looking at me. And looking hot. Seriously, seriously hot. I swallowed and smiled as I looked at the white lingerie clinging to her body. A bra, a pair of panties, stockings, garters, there was a whole lot of material on her, and it all looked really good.

"Wow," I said, looking. I smiled and licked my lips. "Good thing I'm not a Mormon pushing a pamphlet."

"That happened once," Yolanda said, letting me inside. "He was a lot more worked up about it than I was." She winked at me. "Especially when I offered to tend to his tower right there on the doorstep."

I laughed. Wasn't that Jehovah Witnesses? Oh well, it didn't matter, it was still funny and Yolanda was still hot. And that excused a lot of inaccuracies.

"Sophia had quite a few things to say about you," Yolanda said as she shut the door behind me. "She seems to think that she can tell her mother who she can and can't associate with."

I tensed up, even though Yolanda's words gave me a pretty good view of what her thoughts on that were. I looked at her, and she snorted and rolled her eyes.

"I've been living with Sophia for a year or two," Yolanda said dryly. "She's the daughter and I'm the mother. I told her to go off and do good, while I stayed here with you."

I sighed and nodded. I was willing to bet that the conversation hadn't gone exactly like that. But that wasn't my problem. All that really mattered now was that I was here, and so was Yolanda.

"Now, onto happier matters," Yolanda said, resting a hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "It's been two years since I was last fucked in every room in the house, and I aim to change that."

"Even the closet?" I asked, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her waist. "That can't be comfortable, can it?"

"No, it wasn't," Yolanda agreed, planting a quick kiss on my forehead. "But I still needed to do it to claim that I got everywhere, and you're way less bulky than he was. So let's get to it."

Well, I was hardly going to say no to that, was I? I kissed Yolanda back, feeling my toes curl as we pressed our lips together. And my dick getting hard inside of my pants.

Yolanda's lingerie might have made her look great, but it sure didn't stop me from touching her anywhere I wanted to. My hands went all over her as we kissed. And she was doing the exact same to me, the two of us kissing and embracing as we made out. It was great, and I could feel my cock getting as hard as a rock as we made out.

Stumbling backwards, I ended up on the couch, gasping as I looked up at her. I slid my hand in between her legs, and slid up the warm skin. Until I arrived somewhere that was a lot warmer and a lot softer. And that got such a fun reaction from her.

Yolanda closed her eyes and shivered. When she opened them again, she was looking down at me with a whole heaping of lust. I smiled at her and curled my fingers slightly, pushing the silk of her panties inside of her. That got another great reaction, and she shivered and moaned.

"You're a very quick learner, aren't you, Taylor?" Yolanda asked, her voice choked and breathy. "I might be running out of things to teach you." She leered at me. "At least, the things that we can do with only ourselves."

I smiled and shivered. That was quite the thought. A thought I really liked, the more I thought about it. I was sure that Yolanda would look great with cocks stuffed in every single hole, and maybe a fourth between her big, fat boobs. But only after I had knocked her up, of course. I wanted to make sure that the baby growing in Yolanda's stomach was mine.

Yolanda was straddling me, legs on either side of my lap as she looked down at me. Her hands were on my shoulders, and I was holding onto her waist, my fingers rubbing up and down along her bare skin.

"Yolanda," I moaned, my eyes right on the same level as her boobs. I swallowed, staring at the deep, deep cleavage. "You are so, so hot."

"You're pretty good-looking yourself," Yolanda said with a grin, running a hand down my face. And then down my body until her palm was pressed against part of my dick. "In a couple of different ways."

"I've been holding off on masturbating since I was last over here," I said, unzipping my pants. "I wanted to make sure that I had something special for you when I came back."

"That's sweet of you," Yolanda said with a grin. "And trust me, Taylor." She patted my cheek. "You might still be a teenager, but you're going to need every drop of semen in your balls before the weekend's over."

That was something I fully agreed with. And I knew just where I wanted all of that semen to go. Or, at least, I knew where I should want all that cum to go. Pumped into Yolanda's womb, even if the thought of filling her stomach or ass or covering her deep, black skin with semen was such an appealing thought.

Part of me was wondering just how I was going to find out if or when Yolanda got pregnant. Actually going right out and asking if I had knocked her up seemed like the kind of thing that might arouse a few suspicions. But what was my other choice? Keep on waiting for months until I saw a baby bump? Or didn't see a baby bump? And if she was on protection, how could I talk her to get off of it? Saying that I wanted to get her pregnant to get revenge on her daughter wasn't exactly the noblest of motives.

Well, I'd just have to wait and see how things played out. And Yolanda would probably get tired and worn out sometime today or tomorrow, so that should give me a chance to bring the subject up. But for now, I should focus on fucking the hot black MILF literally in my lap right this very minute.

I pulled off my shirt and glanced to the side, blushing. I had spent a lot of money on this set of underwear, and I hoped that Yolanda liked it.

"Dark blue," Yolanda said, brushing her hands over my chest and pressing against my bra. "That's not a color I tend to see on underwear." She rubbed her fingers against the cups of my bra. "It looks good on you, Taylor." She smiled at me. "It would look even better on the floor."

I laughed and reached behind myself to unhook the bra. I let it fall down to my lap and then Yolanda tossed it aside. I sat up straight and shivered a bit as I felt the air blowing over my body. My nipples were stiff, and I was showing all the signs of arousal. A flush in my cheeks, my legs tightening up, I could tell how turned on I was.

And I could tell how turned on Yolanda was, too. I reached underneath her again and rubbed at her pussy. She made a really sweet sound, and I could feel the slickness on the other side of her panties.

"Really, Taylor," Yolanda said, her voice a bit choked and breathy, "you could pass for a guy with your body." She was looking down at my chest and rubbing my barely there boobs, so she didn't see my expression. "Dress up as one for Halloween or something."

"Yeah, or something," I said sourly. Then I reached up and grabbed Yolanda's own boobs. I made sure not to squeeze too hard. That would be really shitty and petty of me. Instead, I just played with her breasts a bit, and nodded in appreciation at how they felt.

"Sore subject, huh?" Yolanda said, glancing up at my face. "I'm sorry for touching on it." She smiled and leered at me. "Maybe there's a way I could make it up to you."

Oh yes there was. I nodded and leaned forward, burying my face in her breasts. I could smell a perfume clinging to her skin. Apple, maybe. Whatever it was, it smelled nice and I breathed in deeply. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I shivered. Oh, how I wanted this.

I could feel Yolanda pawing at my pants, but she wasn't doing a very good job of unfastening them. I leaned back and moved my arms to the side, letting her see and get access. After that, she managed to pull my jeans down, and revealed my matching pair of panties.

"Very nice, very nice," Yolanda said, rubbing my cock through them. That felt good, and I shivered. "Like I said, I'd rather see the panties on the floor and your cock surrounded with my pussy."

"Have you always been this horny?" I asked, standing up just a bit to slide my jeans and panties down.

"Well, I certainly enjoyed being a teenager," Yolanda said with a laugh. "And I've got to say, there's something about being pregnant that seems to really turn me on. I was horny when I had my three kids inside of me, and even after they were born, I still felt the need." She patted my cheek. "Which is where you come in."

Could it be that easy? Well, I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, I decided. I looked right up at Yolanda and smiled, moving my hand down to her pussy to rub back and forth.

"Maybe I can help you with that," I said, moving my hand back and forth in the way that Yolanda had shown me. Curling my fingers a bit, applying a bit of pressure, using a few simple tricks to make the woman on top of me feel really good. "Like I've said, I've got a lot of sticky, virile seed that needs somewhere to go."

"Oh, don't tempt me like that, Taylor," Yolanda groaned, closing her eyes and shivering. "I won't be able to say no."

"You haven't said no yet," I replied, tugging her forward a bit so that my dick pressed against her inner thigh. "Wouldn't it be nice to be even hornier? To be wet and dripping all the time?"

"Going in to work, looking like a respectable woman, knowing that I've got my cunt wrapped around a dildo," Yolanda moaned, closing her eyes and shaking her head back and forth. A wave of surprise ran through me. I hadn't said anything like that, and it was a pretty specific fantasy. "To milk myself in my bathroom, feeling my huge tits slowly drain…"

Okay, I wasn't certain if I was going to need to do any more work here. Yolanda seemed like she was taking care of everything just fine. But I still kept on touching her. I had to keep on touching her. I felt so good, and I had denied myself for so long, that now that I was this hard, there was no way I could give up now.

"God, and it's time for me to take the pill again, too," Yolanda moaned. She looked down at me with wide, wild eyes. "Okay, Taylor. If you can cum inside of my unprotected womb and knock me up before the weekend is over, I'll…" she trailed off, breathing heavily.

"I'll have knocked up a woman twice my age," I said. "I'll take it." I was pretty sure she was trying to offer me a challenge or something, but was too horny to think it all the way through. Well, so what? "Let's get started."

"Yes," Yolanda moaned. "Oh yes."

I pulled her panties to the side, and ran my fingers directly along her wet, wet pussy. I even slid them inside, feeling how nicely she clung to my digits. I moved them back and forth a bit, before withdrawing. Sure, it felt nice to play with her folds. But it would feel a lot nicer, for the both of us, if my cock went inside of her.

Yolanda thought the exact same thing. She lifted herself up, and then sank down, impaling herself on my cock. It felt great. We both moaned as she sank down and down, not stopping until she had taken every last inch of my rod inside of her pussy. We both stared at each other for a minute, panting for breath.

"Oh wow," Yolanda moaned, rocking back and forth a bit and making my cock shift around inside of her. "Oh yes, yes, yes." She patted me on the side of my face. "Really, why would someone go a day without having sex?"

I was thinking of an answer to that when she started to ride me, and that kind of question suddenly stopped being important to me. Instead, I focused on how good my cock felt as Yolanda rode me, moving up and down along my dick.

I didn't let her do all of the work, of course. I reached up and grabbed her breasts through her bra, squeezing down on them and seeing the black skin pressing against the white material of the bra. That felt great, and I licked my lips as I watched her boobs moving around.

"S-so," I gasped, looking up at her. "After the living room, where are we going next?"

"The kitchen," Yolanda said, her voice wobbling with lust. "You're going to bend me over the counter and screw my ass. Then," she closed her eyes and moaned, "right there in the hall, making the pictures rattle." She looked at me and smiled, a wild light in her eyes. "You'll tie me to the railings on the bannister in the staircase and take me there. Then we'll head on up and clean off in the shower-."

"And then we'll focus on actually getting clean?" I asked with a grin.

"Assuming the hot water hasn't run out yet," Yolanda said. "After that, I'll probably need to take care of the little one and you aren't fucking me in front of him." I nodded, in complete agreement. "But after that, we can start on the bedrooms, and maybe you and Terry can chat when he gets home."

That would be a weird conversation, especially since I had only seen Sophia's older brother in photos. But hey, why complain?

"Sounds like you've got this all planned out," I said, pinching her nipple and pulling it forward. She gasped, her eyes going wide. "I'll do my best."

"Good, I was worried that a horny teenager with a huge dick would pass up the chance to fuck a woman seven ways from Sunday," Yolanda replied dryly. "Now shut up and let me feel that dick of your kissing my womb."

Yolanda started to really ride me, bouncing up and down along my dick. It felt so, so good, and I shivered and gasped, watching her body jiggle and feeling her hot pussy squeezing down around me. I moaned, torn between looking at her body and looking at her face. They both looked so hot.

I had to admit, I was on a bit of a hair-trigger. I had spent the past few days not masturbating, while thinking about how great it would be to have Yolanda to myself for a day and a half. It had kind of built up, and I didn't have much stamina to draw on, not when Yolanda was feeling this good around me.

I gasped as I kept on thrusting into Yolanda's pussy, feeling the black woman squeezing down so tightly around me. God, pussy was the best. Seriously, the absolute best. I looked up at her as she stared down at me. I was pretty sure that she was thinking that cock was the absolute best.

"Taylor," Yolanda moaned, her hands squeezing down on my shoulders, "don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

"How could I?" I gasped, looking up at her. My heart was pounding in my chest and I wanted more. "Why would I stop?"

We grinned at each other, and then I leaned up for a kiss. We pressed our lips together as my hands encircled her body and as our tongues met. I had gotten pretty good at this kissing thing, and I knew what I was doing by now. We pressed against each other, our tongue sliding past each other and probing at each other's lips.

And that wasn't the only thing that was pressing against each other. Yolanda's big boobs were pressed right up against mine, and I could feel how soft they were, even through her bra. Man, Yolanda had a great pair of boobs. And a great rest of her body. And a great personality to rest on top of everything else.

I moaned as I felt my orgasm starting to rise. I moved my hand up and ran it along Yolanda's boob, my palm pressed against a cup of her bra and my fingers resting against soft, soft flesh. I could feel her nipple sticking out through the silk, and pressed down, rubbing my hand back and forth.

That was enough to make sure that we both came at the same time. Yolanda threw her head back and moaned, a sound that was hot enough that it could probably have made me cum all on its own. I stared up at her body entranced, even as I felt my dick pulsing and twitching inside of her. God, she was so hot. God, I was so lucky. God, this was the best kind of revenge possible.

I came a lot. I really unloaded inside of Yolanda, my balls twitching and pulsing as I emptied myself into her. My heart was thudding inside of my chest as I stared, feeling the hot semen rubbing around my dick as I filled her up.

And Yolanda was cumming as well, making all kinds of sweet sounds as I painted her pussy white. She was rocking back and forth on top of me, gasping and face contorting as she came. I loved it, I loved her, I loved all of this.

Yolanda collapsed forward on to me, which was actually quite the bad thing, given how large she was. I ended up pinned to the back and seat of the couch, blinking and trying to talk around a mouthful of silk. After a few seconds, though, Yolanda recovered enough to lean backwards, smiling woozily down at me.

"Well," Yolanda said, running a hand through her black hair and nudging a few errant strands back into position. They immediately fell back out. "That was a good Round One, Taylor." She winked. "But can you keep it up?"

"We still have a lot of time together," I said, stretching as much as I could with Yolanda still on my lap. "I'm sure I can."

"That's the spirit," she said, giving me a sultry look that sent my heart beating a bit faster in my chest. "Now, I think I said the next round would be in the kitchen, right?"

"Yeah, probably," I said. I didn't really care where I fucked Yolanda, just so long as I could. Well, okay, not outside where other people could see us, and not when she was taking care of the baby. There were some things that just weren't kosher. But beyond that… "I might need a few minutes before I can stand up."

"Pins and needles, huh?" Yolanda said, patting me on the shoulder as she rolled off of me. A lot of semen came out of her pussy and started running down her thighs or dripping onto the couch. "Oh, damn," she muttered, twitching her panties back into position. "You're okay with sloppy seconds, right?"

"Sure," I said, nodding quickly, my dick starting to rise back up again as I looked at my white cum standing out along Yolanda's black thighs. The contrast was really vivid and really hot. "That's not a problem."

"Then follow me," Yolanda said, walking around the couch to the kitchen.

I stood up and wobbled back and forth for a moment as sensation returned to my legs. But then I was able to follow her, and quickly did so. The sight of her fat black ass swaying from side to side inside of her panties was really nice. I looked forward to bending her over the counter and really going to town on her, and maybe working a bit of spanking in.

Once Yolanda reached the kitchen, she leaned forward, further and further, until she was entirely bent over the counter. I didn't go right up behind her and started fucking her. First, I walked around the counter, taking her in from every angle. It was a great sight, and my dick was as hard as a rock once more when I finished. I swallowed and stared at her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

Especially when I lowered my gaze a bit to stare at the black boobies that were pillowed up on the counter. They looked even bigger like that than they had in her bra. What a sight. What a wonderful sight.

I stepped back behind Yolanda and grabbed her butt. My fingers could really sink down into her cheeks, even with her silk, white, frilly panties there. I gave them another good squeeze, and pushed my dick back and forth a bit.

"You're going to have to do a lot more than that before you get me begging," Yolanda said, looking over her shoulder at me and smirking.

"Really?" I asked, giving her a grin as I pulled her panties to the side and started rubbing my cock right against her pussy. "Maybe I'll find out what that is when you get cuffed to the bannister."

"I'll be sure to give you some tips," Yolanda said, nodding as her smirk changed to a smile. "There's all kinds of ways to get a woman riled up without bringing a cock into it."

I smiled, as I felt my dick starting to get covered in semen and arousal. I thrust back and forth, feeling Yolanda's plump lower lips rubbing against the top half of my cock. Then I shifted my angle a bit and slid right on in.

And it felt great. I shivered as I entered her, feeling Yolanda's folds wrapping around my cock once more. God, was it possible to get tired of fucking someone as hot as Yolanda? Possibly, since she had once mentioned that all three of her kids had different fathers, and that she was bi. Well, maybe she got tired of them.

It didn't much matter. I just kept on fucking her, sliding right back into the folds that I had so recently left. And they felt just as good when they were slick with my semen as they had before. We both made happy little sounds as I rocked back and forth, sliding my dick back and forth and stimulating her.

I moved my hands up to her ass, and grabbed hold. I squeezed down, and then moved my hands underneath her panties, so I could get direct access to her body. And that felt great. My fingers could sink down really deep into her butt, and I squeezed hard, feeling the skin and fat giving way underneath me.

Yolanda groaned, and I could see her hands moving to grip the edges of the counter. I gave her another good squeeze, and then relaxed my grip. And kept on fucking her, sliding in and out of her tight, wet, hot pussy, that was now slick with my semen. And wasn't that just the greatest thing in the world?

"You, ah, know, Taylor," Yolanda said, "I'm going to try and have a talk with Sophia," a reflexive frown crossed my face at that. "See if I can't get you two to get along a bit more." She shook her head back and forth, hair waving around. "I don't know what it is that's got that divide between you two, but surely you can work it out, right?"

I apathetically shrugged. Maybe we could, maybe we couldn't. I wasn't going to put any real work into that, and didn't expect any real results. Not from someone like Sophia. Instead, I focused on fucking Sophia's mom, fucking her pregnant. And surely that was a very good use of my time and focus.

I hoped that Sophia would get to watch her mom balloon, swelling up as my baby grew inside of her. And Sophia would know who was responsible as well. I knew that a nasty grin was spreading across my face as I thought about Sophia looking at her mother every single day and knowing that I had fucked a baby into her, and I didn't care. My smile just grew wider, and I started using a bit more energy in fucking Yolanda.

And hell, if everything worked out, then whenever Sophia went over to her friends, she'd see that I'd been there as well. Three MILFs, all of them pregnant with my kid, all of them the mothers of the three biggest cunts I knew. And the trio would know what I had done, and there wouldn't be a thing they could do to stop me.

Oh, that thought was sweet. Not as sweet as having Yolanda underneath and around me, but it was still a nice, nice thought. I flipped some hair back over my shoulder, and kept on fucking her, slamming into her pussy, feeling how deeply my cock could reach inside of her. And doing it over and over again, making her jolt forward a bit with every thrust.

And I kept on going, not stopping, barely even slowing down enough to catch my breath. And I kept on groping Yolanda, sometimes leaning down far enough to wrap my hands around her breasts, feeling the cold, plastic countertop through her bra, and sometimes standing up straight and molesting her butt. Whatever I did, it felt great, and I didn't hear any complaints from Yolanda.

"You know, Taylor," Yolanda said, her voice starting to get a bit ragged, "you really are a quick learner." I could hear the smile on her face, even if she hadn't turned her head enough for me to see her expression. "Three weeks and you're this good already?" Now she did turn her head, far enough to smile at me. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do in a few months."

"I'll be sure to let you know," I said with a grunt.

That thought was a nice thought. If things went well, then by that point, all three of the Trio's moms should be pregnant. And Yolanda, at least, should be starting to show, with just a slight baby bump on her stomach. All three of them, together with me. Maybe fawning over me, maybe making out with each other, hell, I didn't care what they did. But having three hot, impregnated MILFs? That was beyond a dream come true, and into a fantasy come to life. It was a nice, nice thought and I smiled and felt my cock throb as I considered it.

And then I kept on fucking Yolanda, making sure to keep the black woman underneath me satisfied. After all, she needed a whole lot of loving, and we had a whole lot of time together. And, I had to admit, I was really looking forward to fucking her in Sophia's bedroom. Probably right on her bed. And why would we need to bother to clean up afterwards?

Was that petty of me? Yes, yes it was. It was very petty. And I didn't give a damn. It would feel great to fuck Yolanda in front of Sophia, and if that couldn't happen, fucking Sophia's mother in Sophia's room, on the bed she slept on, would be the next best thing.

Sometimes I wondered if I was getting into this for the wrong reasons, then I realized just how silly that was. So instead, I kept on fucking Yolanda as she was bent over the counter.

This was such a hot sight. This was such a hot feeling. I really was feeling hot and flushed all over. Sweat was running down my skin, and I could feel the redness in my cheeks. And, of course, there was my cock, which was feeling really damn hot, and had something even hotter wrapped around it.

I kept on thrusting into Yolanda, looking down at her expansive butt. It was a great view, and I patted it, listening to her gasp a bit.

"Hey, Yolanda," I said, "is it okay if I spank you a bit?"

"Sure thing," Yolanda moaned. "Just stop if I tell you to."

I nodded. Of course I'd do that. Who wouldn't?

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out for a second. The couple of times I had spanked Yolanda before had felt great. I knew it would feel even better to spank Sophia. To have that black bitch tied up in front of me, as well as having Madison and Emma there. And then I could spank them, turning their butts red and listening to them moaning and crying even as their pussies got wet… God, it was a good thing this fantasy was coming to me now, and not a few days ago, otherwise Yolanda wouldn't have gotten every drop of my cum that had built up.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at Yolanda. She was still there, surprise, surprise. I lifted my hand and swung it down, connecting with her butt. She squeaked and moaned and pushed back against me. I smiled and did it again, feeling her panties rubbing against my palm and her soft flesh underneath that.

I did it again and again, slowing down in my thrusting just a bit. I didn't want to, but I didn't have much of a choice. And really, spanking Yolanda Hess was good enough that I could rest easy with a pace that wasn't all that fast.

"Oh, oh yes," Yolanda moaned, her voice thick and choked with lust. "Just like that, Taylor. Keep on paddling my ass!"

I did so, wishing that there was a way to get her panties out of the way. But that would mean pulling out of her pussy, and there was just no way that could possibly happen.

No, I was going to keep on fucking Yolanda and she was going to get a second load of semen inside of her pussy. Maybe even all the way inside of her womb. And then another and another until there was no way that she wasn't knocked up. And I knew that Yolanda wasn't going to have any problems with that.

I delivered a few more solid slaps to Yolanda's butt, watching the cheeks shake in front of me. It was such a hot sight, and I shivered. I wanted to see that again and again and again. And I wanted to feel Yolanda's wet pussy wrapped around me as I used her, as I filled her up with cum.

"Come on, Taylor," Yolanda moaned, her voice sending a chill down my spine. "Can't you do it harder? Fuck me like you mean it!"

I started to fuck her even harder, stopping the spanking and grabbing hold of her butt. Then I started to really thrust into her, reaching deep inside of her, and making her squeal at the apex of each thrust. It sounded great. It looked great. It felt great. And I kept on going, making sure that Yolanda got thoroughly fucked and fucked and fucked.

I could feel how wet and tight she was. I was pretty sure that she was going to cum soon. And I wasn't going to last much longer myself. Fairly soon now, I was going to orgasm, filling Yolanda up with another load of virile teenage cum. And then we would go find the next spot I was going to fuck her in. And then the next, and the next and the next. We weren't going to be done anytime soon.

Yolanda was rocking back and forth on the counter, her fingers wrapped around the edge to give her enough leverage to move. She still wasn't moving that far, but it was enough to feel her wet pussy wrapped tightly around me. I didn't stop fucking her. I wouldn't, couldn't stop. And she wouldn't want me to, either.

"Fuck my pussy," Yolanda moaned, her words becoming a bit rough. "Fuck it so hard. Fill me up with dick, Taylor."

I nodded and did my very best to make sure that happened. I was panting for breath and could feel strands of hair sticking to my forehead, and I didn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

I moaned in satisfaction as I slid in and out of Yolanda's wet folds. This may not have been the most obvious of revenge plans, but god damn, it was the best one that I had come up with. And this was only step one of three. There was still so much more I was going to do to all three of them.

And the various mothers were going to love this just as much as I would.