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by solkiji

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Two

I whistled to myself as I walked up the street. It was such a strangely liberating feeling to have done what I had done. Yolanda was a great fuck, really, just the absolute best. She was so good that I actually felt kind of guilty over only sleeping with her to screw her daughter over.

And it wasn't just that the black mother was great in bed. It was nice to have someone around that looked forward to seeing me beyond my own mother. I hadn't known how much I had needed something like that until I had knocked on the Hess's door and had it open to reveal Yolanda's smiling face.

But as good as it was, I wasn't going to just be satisfied with Yolanda and Sophia. There were still Emma and Madison to take care of. And I was going to take care of them. I wasn't going to rest until I had made sure that they all got their just desserts for what they had done to me, especially Emma.

And that meant that it was time to visit the Clements and see just what kind of mother Madison had.

I had a good enough idea already, going by what Liz Clements had already posted on various social media sites. A widow for the past fifteen years, loved gardening, looked good in the one photo of her in a bikini that she had posted online, all of that. I had gotten pretty much everything I could from snooping around online, so now it was time to meet Liz face to face and see if I could pull off a second seduction. Or at least a quickie. I was fine with either, so long as I was able to get some proof to show to Madison that I had fucked my tormentor's mom.

Sometimes, I wondered if my motives for all of this weren't the best ones possible. Then I ignored that line of thinking and turned onto the driveway of the Clements' single story house.

It was the weekend and just before leaving for here, I had checked Madison's social profile. She was down on the Boardwalk with Emma and Sophia, meaning that there was no reason for her to be back any time soon. So all I had to do was work up my nerve and knock on the front door.

Which I did. After a few seconds, I could hear movement on the other side and the door opened. And it was Liz Clements, just as I had hoped.

In a flash, I took in Liz. She actually looked a lot like a slightly taller, older Madison. Well, that should probably make it more enjoyable for me when it came time to fuck the older woman, although the thought of kissing Madison was probably going to throw me for a loop at least once.

"Hi, Mrs. Clements?" I asked, extending a hand. "I'm Taylor Hebert, from Winslow High."

"Hello, Taylor," Mrs. Clements said, smiling back at her. "How are you doing today?"

"I'm doing just fine, ma'am," I said, nodding my head as she took my hand. "It's such a lovely day," I added, waving a hand to take in the overcast sky and the chilly wind that was coming from the ocean.

"Just the kind of day that makes you want to go out and run around," Mrs. Clements said with a smile, leaning against the doorframe. "Anyway, is there something I can help you with, Taylor?"

"Actually, it's about your daughter," I said, placing my hands behind my back and rocking back and forth on the balls of my heels.

"Maddie, really?" Mrs. Clements asked. "You'd better come in," she added, shivering a bit as she stepped back into her house.

I entered the house, looking around curiously. It was, well, a house. A nicer house than the one me and Mom lived in, with some bigger windows that let in more light. But it was still just a house, with pictures on the walls and furniture on the floor. I knew I should have expected that after how mundane Sophia's house was, but part of me still expected something more obvious, something that would show off the sickness inside the three of them.

"So, what's up with my daughter?" Mrs. Clements asked, sitting down on a chair and gesturing me towards the couch.

"I've known her ever since we started high school," I said. "And I wanted to meet the parents who had raised her into being the girl she is today."

That was more or less the truth, but it was leaving out so much context that it was nothing more than a complete and utter lie, really. Mrs. Clements nodded, although a shadow of a frown seemed to pass over her face.

"Actually, there's just been me," Mrs. Clements said, waving a hand and looking off to the side. "George died quite some time ago and I was left to raise Maddy as best as I could." She smiled, though it seemed to be a pretty sad smile. "I like to think I've done a good job of it."

A number of possible responses to that came to mind. I didn't share any of them and just nodded.

"Is this for a school report or something, Taylor?" Mrs. Clements asked. "I don't remember Madison mentioning anything like this."

"No, no, it's purely for my own curiosity," I said, smiling as winningly as I could. Mrs. Clements smiled back.

"That a fine trait in someone of any age," she said. "Oh, I remember one time, when Madison was five…"

She started off on a story about what Madison had done. I nodded along, paying close attention. If nothing else, this story would give me some bitter satisfaction to gloat over even if this didn't work out. After all, how often did you hear about a girl who should have been old enough to know better ending up with her head stuck between the railings of a bannister because she wanted to see if her head could fit?

By the time the story ended, both Mrs. Clements and I were laughing. She actually looked pretty cute when she laughed. And it was a cute that I could appreciate. While I had noticed before that Madison looked cute, it hadn't been a cute that I was in any mood to appreciate, just a sullen grumbling at how she used her looks to deflect suspicion away from her. Now that it was just someone who looked a lot like her, I could really appreciate how nice it was to see a cute woman laughing and smiling.

"You must have some stories of your own about Madison," Mrs. Clements said, shaking her head and still smiling.

"Oh, I do," I said, not able to keep my voice happy and light. Mrs. Clements started to frown but before she could ask any awkward follow up questions, I pasted a smile on at her. "But I'm sure she must have told you all about them. I'm more interested in learning about you."

"Oh, there's not much to say, really," Mrs. Clements said, waving a hand around. "I work from home, writing code. Do my best to raise my daughter by myself. Go on summer vacations, that sort of thing."

"My dad died as well," I said, not having to fake the sadness that overtook me at all. I sighed and stared down at my hands for a minute before looking back up. "Mom's done a great job of taking care of me even with her job at the college. I owe a lot to her and I'm sure Madison is very thankful to you as well."

"Oh, Taylor," Mrs. Clements said, rising up from her chair and walking over to sit down on the couch. She hugged me as my eyes went wide. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know how hard it was to lose my George. I wouldn't wish that kind of loss on any family."

Well, I hadn't expected it to go like this. I hadn't been angling for anything when I shared that bit about Dad. But if Mrs. Clements really did feel so strongly about this sort of thing, I might as well go with the flow.

Also, getting pressed up against a cute woman, that sort of thing had an effect on me. Yolanda was great in bed but she still wasn't able to entirely keep up with the sex drive of a horny teenager. I was glad that I was wearing a loose skirt so that my growing dick didn't stand out too clearly against my clothes. I spread my legs a bit to give it a bit of room to drop down.

"Thank you, Mrs. Clements," I said, reaching up to grab at her hand as she held me tight. "It's…"

I trailed off, not sure what to say. So instead, I just sat there and let her hold me as I tried to deal with the sudden surge of grief as I thought about Dad. She held on tight to me the entire time, rubbing my back, hand underneath my hair.

"Well this got depressing," I finally said, laughing a bit. I had the feeling that Mrs. Clements saw straight through my attempt at good humor. "I didn't mean to turn this into a pity party for myself."

"Oh, I don't mind at all, Taylor," Mrs. Clements said, giving me a small, understanding smile. "This is the kind of thing you need to talk about and not bury inside of you where it can fester."

I nodded, breathing in and out as she drew away from me, though she still stayed sitting on the couch. I opened my eyes to look at her as she looked back at me.

"I really enjoyed talking with you today," I said. "Would you mind if we could do it again sometime?"

"I would quite like that," Mrs. Clements said. "Maybe you could come over for dinner someday, when Madison's here."

I didn't think that was too likely to happen. Not until I was a lot closer with Mrs. Clements. But I nodded instead as I stood up and brushed myself off.

As I left with house with Mrs. Clements goodbyes lingering in my ears, I found a smile slowly growing on my face. Yes, this was turning out great. It was just what I needed, actually. Even more than just the amazing sex that Yolanda could give me.

Two days later, I was at the Clements' house again. I had come here right after school while Emma was still holding court with her pack of hanger-ons. The perfect time for me to get in and do some more work with Mrs. Clements.

The smile when she opened the door seemed very genuine and happy to see me. My smile was almost equally as sincere, because I had enjoyed spending time with her. She ushered me inside the house and we got to talking about this and that.

Today, I was going to try for something than a bit more than bonding together over a sore topic. Wow, that made me sound really manipulative, didn't it? Well, it was all for a good cause, getting those she-wolves off of my back and letting me not dread going to school every single day of the week.

"I'm glad you came by again, Taylor," Mrs. Clements said, handing me a cup of tea.

I took a sip of it and managed to keep my face calm. Wow, she added a lot of sugar to her tea. I ran my tongue over my teeth, making sure they weren't starting to fall out after just a sip.

"I couldn't stay away," I said. "What we talked about on Saturday, it really touched me." I smiled at her. "Thank you for comforting me like that, Mrs. Clements."

"Oh, please, call me Liz," she said, waving a hand around as she took a large swallow of her own coffee.

"Well then, Liz," I said, leaning forward and smiling a bit. I was wearing one of the nicest non-formal outfits I had, left in a hiding spot near school for me to change into once it was done. I could see her eyes flicking over it as I moved. "I really did want to say thank you. I wasn't expecting for Dad's death to hit me like that," and now it was welling up again and I really needed to get this conversation onto a different topic, "but you were very nice and understanding when it did happen. The way you comforted me was… thank you."

"Oh, it was what anybody should have done," Liz said, waving a hand around again. "How could I let someone suffer like that?" She smiled, a somewhat sad smile. "I couldn't live with myself if I let someone who had experienced my suffering go without comfort." She sighed. "In a way, I'm glad that George died when Madison was too young to remember anything about him. It made it… easier for her, I suppose."

We both sat there in silence for a minute before Liz raised her head. She smiled brightly at me, a bit more brightly than I thought she could really be feeling.

"So, Taylor," Liz said. "You do seem like a very mature young woman. I wouldn't mind getting to know you better. Would you like to spend some time with me?" I straightened up, not quite believing the chance that had just dropped into my lap. I had been expecting this to take a few more visits and Madison almost certainly finding out about me before I had actually started to fuck her mother. "I know of a coffee shop in downtown that the two of us could go to and have a nice chat."

"That sounds wonderful," I said, nodding and smiling. "Do you mean now?"

Liz nodded and I rose to my feet. Well, this was moving quickly. And I didn't have the slightest problem with that. Quicker was good. It was very good. I wondered why. The bonding we had shared? Liz not having had sex in a decade and a half so her receptors were well-tuned to somehow figuring out that I was satisfying Yolanda on an almost-daily basis? Who knew. But I was going to seize this chance with both hands and get everything out of it that I could.

I followed her out to her car, sighing a bit enviously at how nice and modern it was. Then I shoved those thoughts to the side and climbed on in with her. She smiled at me and I caught her eyes running over me. How nice. I had certainly checked her out once or twice already, though I didn't think that she had caught me looking.

As we pulled away from the house, I wondered if we would be back before Madison arrived. That would certainly be something to see, if she looked up from the living room couch to see the two of us together, whether or not anything more than conversation had actually passed between us.

I couldn't help but check out Liz as we drove into the city. She was looking pretty nice today. Had she dressed up just like I had? I thought so. I could see blue earrings jangling from her ears and, now that I was looking closer, I realized that there was a tasteful level of subtle makeup applied to her face, that enhanced her charms. Intellectually, I could recognize the effort it must have taken to make her youthful, girlish face look mature without looking like she was trying to look mature and achieving the opposite effect. The rest of me wondered when I was going to have to start worrying about makeup. Well, if I kept on seeing more of Liz and Yolanda like I planned to, then the very least I could do would be to put some effort into my appearance.

She was wearing a nice blouse, one that I was pretty sure cost about half as much as my entire wardrobe put together. And, I blushed and fidgeted a bit, I realized that it was showing off her cleavage. A lot of cleavage. If she took a deep breath, was I, along with anyone else around, going to be getting a show? I hoped not, since that would have to be awfully embarrassing for her. I eyed the blouse again. That would probably be awfully embarrassing for her.

"Like something you see, Taylor?" Liz asked, her tone light and airy but not quite sincere.

I blushed hard and whipped my gaze forward, studying the road as we started to pass multi-storied buildings. That had been tasteless of me. Even though I was still planning on fucking her, there was no reason to look at her like she was a piece of meat. I wouldn't enjoy being treated that way, so why would she?

"I'm sorry for that, Liz," I said, glancing up at her face and feeling the shame of it all boiling inside of my stomach. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I chose this top for a reason," Liz said, glancing at me as we turned a corner. "But there's a difference between looking and staring, alright?"

I nodded. Maybe after we had gotten to know each other better, I could check her out, but right now, when we were just on our first date? I needed to keep my eyes in my head, not pressed up against Liz's body.

After a while, Liz started asking me what it was that my mom taught at the college. I relaxed a bit and we started a back and forth about our lives and the people in them. It was impossible to miss how fondly she spoke of Madison. I didn't try to pretend that I liked her, so that meant that I just didn't talk about her that much, instead focusing on the few classes and aspects of Winslow that were even halfway tolerable. That Madison and her friends weren't involved in any of them seemed to pass Liz by, which was probably for the best.

We finally arrived at the coffeeshop. I glanced up at it as we got out. It was an independent shop, and looked pretty upscale. Not the kind of place that I would visit if I were paying for it, but I was quite willing to let the older, established woman with a job cover my bill.

Nobody glanced twice at us as we went in. I supposed if they had and if they had realized that this was a date, they wouldn't realize that it was a woman with a girl half her age. They would probably have thought that there was an age difference of five years at most between us. Liz looked young and I was tall and serious enough that people tended to think I was older than I was.

We got settled in a table at the corner and Liz smiled prettily at me. I smiled back at her, feeling a touch of nervousness inside of me before I made myself calm down. It was oaky, I could handle this. I had already done it with Yolanda. I could do it again with Liz.

"So what do you like to do for fun, Taylor?" Liz asked me, picking up her cup of coffee and taking a sip from it.

"I like to read, mostly," I said. "Fantasy, history books, mysteries, I don't really care what it is, so long as it's well-written."

"Oh, I wish Madison had your literary drive," Liz said with a sigh. "I've tried to get her into some youth fiction I heard good things about, but, well, maybe it was because it was her mom telling her to that she didn't really listen." She looked at me and I could tell what she was about to ask next. "Would you mind trying sometime to see if you have any better luck?"

Yeah, that was not going to be a priority for me. Not now when Madison and Emma would just humiliate me in brand new ways if I tried to talk to them (not that I had any desire to talk to them at school). And I somehow didn't think that Madison was going to be very receptive to anything I had to say once she learned that I had fucked her mother. Also, I didn't like Madison and I didn't want to spend time with her.

Not like I wanted to spend time with Liz. I looked her over again and smiled. Liz looked so very pretty and cute. I couldn't believe that someone as ugly on the inside as Madison had such a pretty mom. But, then again, the same had held true for Sophia and Yolanda and I knew how nice Emma's mom looked, even if it had been almost a year since I had last seen Zoe. Though I was planning on seeing her soon.

"And what do you like to do for fun?" I asked.

"Hah!" Liz laughed, shaking her head back and forth and smiling. "I like to sit down and relax." She smiled again, although it was a bit sadder this time. "I spend so much time working and taking care of Madison that I just don't have much time to spend on myself."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said, reaching out and taking her hand, giving it a light squeeze. "I know how hard my own mom works. I try my best to support her, but…"

"Yeah, but," Liz said with a sigh and a shrug. Then she shook her head and scooped up one of the cookies she had bought, biting into it. "Well, let's get off that topic, shall we?" She asked brightly, with a smile. "There's plenty of other things we should be focusing on, aren't there?"

I nodded at that. I could think of all sorts of things that I wanted to do with Liz. Yolanda might have shown me just how good sex could be, but she wasn't able to constantly satisfy me, not with all the force of three years of puberty and not having sex welling up inside of me. My dick was actually a bit stiff right now and we weren't doing anything more than talking.

I belatedly took the first sip of tea from my own order. It was almost exactly the way I liked it. I was actually surprised at how good it tasted, not having expected the barista behind the counter to get it so close to right. Maybe I would come back here more often, if I could get someone else to pay the price for a drink that would take my entirely weekly allowance.

Liz and I talked for quite a bit. It was kind of astonishing how time flew. About living in the Bay, the way the world was going, all sorts of stuff. I honestly thought that she and Mom might get along if they ever met each other. I just wasn't even slightly sure how I was going to go about making that introduction, though. Especially since from the looks we were giving each other, I was pretty sure we were going to end up fucking within the next hour or so.

For some reason, I just had some difficulty picturing myself going up to Mom and introducing her to a woman her age and telling her that I had been fucking this lady. It just didn't quite seem like something that would shake out all that well.

I took a sip of tea and realized that there wasn't anymore. I had finished it all. And we had both polished off the small platter of cookies that had been in front of us. Time really had flown, I supposed, getting so caught up in spending time with Liz.

"My, it's getting late," Liz said, looking outside. I looked out as well and realized that the sun had sunk below the buildings outside, casting long shadows mixed with bars of red light. "Would you like to come home with me, Taylor?"

"I would like that quite a bit," I said, smiling and standing up as Liz did so as well.

This time, as we walked out of the coffee shop, we were pressed pretty close up against one another. We were really, really close to each other in fact. And it felt pretty nice. There was a pretty big smile on my face as we went. Especially when Liz wrapped her arm around my shoulder, tugging me a bit closer to her. I let myself get tugged and sighed happily as I ended up against her.

I pulled my phone out and sent a quick text to Mom, awkwardly typing one-handed as I did so. I didn't want her to worry, after all. Well, this way I supposed she'd just worry about me falling in with bad influences than being kidnapped or something.

When we got out of the coffee shop, we paused, right in front of the main doors. Then we kissed. It was really nice to kiss Liz. I didn't need to stand on my toes to get up there to kiss her, I could just press my lips against her face, wrap my arms around her body and enjoy it. It was really nice and hot to feel her kissing me. And she was obviously enjoying it as well, moaning slightly as we kissed.

Our tongues met and pressed against one another as we kissed. I was moaning into her mouth as we kissed and I could feel my cock starting to harden, pressing against her as we kissed. She had to feel it, but Liz didn't seem to care about it at all.

We only stopped when someone coughed in front of us. I broke the kiss to see an older man looking impatiently at us.

"Do you mind?" He asked, gesturing at the door we were standing in front of.

"Oh, sorry," Liz said, blushing a bit and stepping backwards, taking me with her. "There you go, sir."

"Thank you," he grumbled and stepped inside.

That was enough of a break to get the two of us thinking straight again. I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair as Liz ran her hands down her clothing, straightening them.

"Well," Liz said, breathing deeply and doing interesting things to her chest, "I haven't been kissed like that in… a while, Taylor. A long while."

"If that was you kissing after having gone rusty, I can't imagine what it's like to kiss you when you've had practice," I said, smiling.

"You're such a smooth talker," Liz said, smiling in turn. "What else is your mouth good at?"

"I can't do that trick of tying cherry stems together with my tongue," I said, straight-faced, "but I can easily lick up all the juice from a ripe peach."

"I'd give that a solid seven out of ten on the innuendo scale," Liz said, nodding. "Although I'm out of practice enough that I won't try to make a joke about your banana," she added, glancing down at my crotch for half a second before her eyes came back up to my face. Her smile grew. "Although if you want to show yourself off to me…"

"Back home, probably?" I asked, gesturing around at the city street. It might be a really effective blow to Madison if her mom and I got picked up by the police for fucking in public, but what my mom would do to me if that happened just didn't bear thinking about.

"Oh yes," Liz said, nodding her head as we quickly kissed and hugged again. "Oh my, Taylor," she said, shaking her head. "I haven't felt like this in… years and years." She laughed and tugged me towards her car. "Who would have expected it?"

I smiled and followed after her. We quickly got to her car and got inside. There was only a bit more kissing and groping before she managed to get it started. Wow, she must have had a lot of lust built up inside of her, huh? I couldn't believe how quickly she had gotten so horny. I was not complaining, though. I was feeling pretty turned on myself and didn't want much more than to have a really good time with her tonight.

We had to stop kissing and playing with each other on the drive back to Liz's home. Even as horny as we were both feeling, there was a time and a place for toying with each other and it wasn't as we were whizzing down the city streets in two tons of metal at thirty miles an hour. That just gave the lust inside of me more and more time to build up, though. And Liz was doing no better. She was actually moaning and twitching around as we got to her house. In the light from the cars we passed, I could see how flushed her face was.

When we pulled into her garage, she practically tackled me after we got out of the car. I responded in kind, kissing her and grinding against her as I managed to push her backwards, against the car. There was a bit of thump as her rear hit the window and then we were kissing again, both of us doing our best to suck the air out of one another's lungs.

My dick was as hard as a rock and feeling it rubbing against my panties and my slacks wasn't the best feeling in the world. But at least it helped make sure that I wasn't going to be cumming too early.

"Not, not here," Liz finally managed to say, breathing in and out deeply. "Inside, in my bed."

I nodded and followed her into the house proper. I was panting with lust, feeling a need burning inside of my body. And I was getting sex pretty regularly, even though I was a teenager. I was willing to bet that it had been fifteen years since Liz had last managed to get laid. Just what was she feeling right now?

We breezed right through the living room of the Clements' house, going so quickly that I had to rely on Liz to make sure that I didn't slam into any furniture. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. I could see Madison standing up from the chair she had been reading on, her mouth falling open as she got a good look at me as I reached down to squeeze Liz's ass (still something that felt wonderful, even on the third go-around).

"M-Mom!" Madison asked, the sound of surprise in her voice not something quite like anything else I had ever heard. But still sounding very, very sweet, something I was going to savor for a long, long time.

"Sorry, honey," Liz said, pulling away from me as we reached the hallway that led to the bathrooms and bedrooms and such. "Listen, you can take my debit card and order whatever takeout you want, okay?" She giggled, sounding a bit younger than Madison right then and there. "I'm going to be going to bed right now, got it?"

"What, I mean, with Taylor?" Madison spluttered. "How does she even know where we live?"

"Later, Maddy!" Liz called out, starting down to her bedroom.

I had time for just one quick smile at Madison before I went after her. And I was feeling so good that it wasn't even a smug smile, just a happy smile that I was going to be fucking a really sweet woman. I wasn't certain if Maddy saw the smile or not. My swarm could tell that she was standing stock still, right where she had been when we first entered the house. And still staring down the hallway at the bedroom door I was half-heartedly swinging closed.

It was my first time in Liz's bedroom. I gave it a quick look before I got pressed up against the door with a thump that the entire house had to hear. It was a bedroom, nothing more, nothing less. A bed that wasn't made as neatly as it could be. Dressers up against one wall. A normal bedroom.

And a very hot, worked up lady pressed up against me, trying to suck the air out of my lungs as we kissed. I kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her lower back and holding her close to me. It felt nice to kiss her. It felt really, really nice and we were both moaning as we kissed one another.

I could feel the lust thrumming inside of my body. I could feel the lust outside of my body as my dick got harder and harder, straining against my pants. Man, this was great.

"I'm, I'm not normally like this," Liz said, breaking the kiss and panting for breath, her eyes sparkling. "But, oh my, it's just been so long!"

I nodded, fully understanding that. Then we started kissing again. Liz was moaning pretty loudly and I wasn't staying as quiet as a mouse either. I tried to think about how Madison was feeling, hearing this. But I couldn't really work up the energy to do so. What was a lot more important right now was the woman in my arms as we made out.

Kissing Liz was wonderful. Actually, so were the other things we were doing in addition to kissing. Groping, squeezing, all of that, that was all wonderful as well. I really liked touching her like this, feeling her body against mine and underneath my hands. I moaned into her mouth as we kissed, our tongues meeting and pressing against one another as I felt the pleasure rising through me.

I pushed myself away from the door and staggered over to the bed, driving Liz in front of me. We collapsed on the bed, actually bouncing a bit from the force of our landing. The springs squeaked underneath us as we wiggled around, trying to find the best possible spot to keep on kissing each other.

My body literally was moving on its own. My hips were jerking back and forth, trying to get my cock into Liz's pussy, even though we were both fully clothed. The arousal was burning inside of me, a hot, heady feeling that was making it hard to think straight. Not that I was really trying, not with how wonderful going just on instinct was making me feel.

"Come on, Taylor," Liz moaned, her voice thick and choked with lust. I shivered to hear it and licked my lips, planting some kisses on the side of her cheek and neck as she talked. "Don't make me wait any longer. I want to see it. I," she paused, gasping, "I want to see you."

It did feel strange to hear that someone wanted to see my body. I wasn't a fan of my body. But there was no way that Liz could put that much passion into her voice and not mean it. I felt my heart beating quicker as a rush of new emotions washed over me. And I kissed her again before leaning backwards and starting to get at my clothing.

Man, why had I worn something that took so long to get off? A tight shirt had its advantages, sure, even on my body. But if I didn't want to rip it in two, I needed to take my time lifting it up off of me. And I didn't want to wait around. I wanted to get back up against Liz, feeling her body against mine as we kissed and hugged each other. And, of course, got closer and closer to fucking each other, because we were both really in the mood to fuck one another.

Liz's buttoned-up blouse made it a lot easier for her to get out of. Although I still heard a tearing sound as some buttons popped off and went flying off into the corners, to never be found again. Oh well, we could sew them back on tomorrow. For now, I was just happy to see her actual body, wearing nothing more than a blouse hanging from her shoulders and a black bra that stood out nicely against her skin.

I had thought that Liz's blouse had been showing off a lot of cleavage, pretty much every drop of it that she had. But now I realized that it really hadn't been. Oh, sure, there was a lot of boobage going on there, but it hadn't been the one hundred percent level that I had been thinking she was showing off. More like seventy-five percent or so. Man, if Zoe Barnes had bigger breasts than I remembered her having, then all of the trio's mothers were super well-endowed. I wasn't complaining about that, though.

Wow, that was nice to look at. I stared down at Liz's body, feeling the arousal twitching in my body. And my dick twitching in my pants. Oh man I wanted to fuck her so badly. The lust I was feeling had pretty much nothing to do with getting revenge on Madison. It was entirely because Liz was such a beautiful woman and I was feeling so attracted to her right now. Mostly it was a physical attraction, sure, but that didn't mean I wasn't well aware of other excellent reasons to be attracted to her.

Then we were kissing again. Liz was moaning pretty loudly and even when we were kissing, it didn't do all that much to muffle the sounds she was making. But who cared how loud she got? So what if Madison was going to be hearing this? I didn't care in the slightest and I wasn't going to bring it up to Liz. Let her think about it later, on her own. Right now, I wanted to make the two of us feel as good as we possibly could.

And that meant getting properly naked. I started struggling with my clothing, doing my best to get it off of me. Man, I just couldn't wait anymore. I was feeling so freaking horny and Liz was even sexier than I had thought she was and I needed to fuck her right now.

I hopped out of my slacks, kicking them away to some corner of the room. My panties followed and then I was naked, looking at Liz as she stared at me, a hunger in her eyes like she hadn't eaten in an entire week. I was looking back at her with pretty much the exact same expression, I knew. She just looked so sexy, in a completely different way from Yolanda.

"Well, Taylor?" Liz asked, smiling up at me. "Are you going to be a dear and help me out of all of this?"

I nodded and climbed onto the bed with her. I reached down and started fiddling with her skirt, finding out how it was fastened to her body. Then I unhooked it and pulled it down her legs, revealing more and more of her body. And it was such a wonderful body to look at, something that just made me feel so hot to look at, seeing the thick thighs and long legs and the swell of her hips and waist. My cock throbbed and twitched from side to side underneath me as I stared like a hungry, hungry man.

And then it was time to get rid of her bra and panties. It didn't take too long to undo her bra, especially since it was fastened in the front. She tossed it off to the side and I could look down at a really amazing chest. I reached down and ran my fingertips along her left breast. The sound she made at that was really sweet. It was something that I could stand to hear a lot more of.

So I did it again, this time lingering for a while longer as I played with her chest. She made a really nice sound at that, one that was even better than the noises she had been making before. My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked down at her face, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she stared up at me. She wanted this as badly as I did, that was so obvious.

"Come on, Taylor," she whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me like I need to be fucked. My toys aren't enough. They haven't been for years, no matter how hard I try. Do it."

I did it. I reached down and slowly slid her black panties down her legs. I stared at her pussy as it was revealed. It was a really nice pussy, too. I went slowly enough that I could see the long lines of arousal connecting her folds to the fabric of the panties for a time before they snapped. And there was a pretty large wet spot on the front of her panties from where she had leaked into them, starting from… I had no idea. When we first met today? Some point at the coffee shop? Who could say for sure?

It didn't matter. What mattered was that we were both naked now and there was nothing stopping the two of us from enjoying each other. I climbed on top of Liz and kissed her, straddling her body as we pressed ourselves against each other. She was so hot. I could feel the heat radiating out from her and I wasn't even touching her pussy. Just how hot and wet was that going to be?

"Taylor," Liz moaned, her chest rising and falling and being very distracting as she talked, "Taylor, you look so pretty." She smiled. "Make me feel good, okay?"

"Of course!" I said. The idea of doing anything else hadn't even occurred to me. "I'm going to make the two of us feel as good as I can, alright?"

Liz nodded and we kissed again, wrapping our arms around each other's necks. My dick was rubbing against her lower stomach right now. It felt pretty nice. Actually, it felt a whole lot better than that. I was feeling really good as we twitched against one another. I could feel the hot, aching need inside of me and I loved the thought that soon I was going to be buried inside of Liz's pussy. Just how tight was that going to be, I wondered? I had no idea. I'd just have to wait and see, I supposed.

I cupped Liz's breasts, feeling them shifting around in my hands as I toyed with them. They felt really nice in my hands and I spent some time teasing the stiff nipples, making Liz moan as they got toyed with. I couldn't believe how nice they felt, how nice this all felt. It was nice in a completely different way than being with Yolanda was. I wasn't sure what that way was, what the differences were, but I knew that they existed and that I was feeling great as I played with Liz.

I moved my hand down to Liz's pussy. First I stroked the inside of her thighs, feeling the muscles tensing up and twitching underneath her skin. Then I was pressed up against her pussy proper, feeling the wetness trickling around my fingers and the heat that was spreading out from her folds. Oh man, she needed this even more than I did, didn't she?

And I was going to give it to her. That wasn't in doubt. I was going to fuck her as hard and as long as I could. And make as much noise as I could, so that Madison would be able to hear me screwing her mother all night long.

Although that was honestly only a secondary reason for what I was doing. Mostly, I just wanted to be with Liz. To make this hot, sexy, sweet lady feel good. And to use her to feel good myself.

A few bugs told me that Madison was doing something that I eventually deciphered as messing around with her phone. Probably texting Emma and Sophia to see if she could come over or something. I would have preferred if she stayed here the entire night to listen to everything her mother and I were getting up to. But driving her out of the house because she couldn't stand to listen to the two of us fucking was a pretty good second best.

I played with her pussy, stroking it with my fingers but not actually sliding inside of her. She made some wonderful sounds at that, moaning and gasping as I ran my hand back and forth. When I pressed up against her clit, her entire body went rigid for a second before collapsing. A big smile appeared on her face as she looked up at me.

"Taylor, you don't know," Liz took a deep breath, "how long it's been since someone else has touched me like that." Her smile got slightly sad for a minute. "Please, please, keep on going."

Well, of course, I was going to keep on going. In fact, I was going to do some brand new things as well, things that should make Liz feel even better than she was feeling now. And I wouldn't just be using my hands, either. My tongue and of course, my dick were all going to get used. And Liz was going to enjoy it all, I was sure of it. Hadn't I gotten enough practice in on Yolanda to make sure of that?

Then I drew my hand away from her pussy. Liz shivered at that, gasping as I pulled away. She didn't say anything, though, probably because she had seen me reaching down and grabbing my dick, angling it forward so that I was resting it against the entrance to her pussy.

"Come on, Taylor," Liz moaned. "I need this. I've been needing this for fifteen years. Fuck me, Taylor."

I nodded, rubbing the tip of my cock against her folds. I could feel the arousal leaking out of her, running down my lower head. She felt soft. And wet. Very, very wet. Yolanda had never started out this wet. It was pretty exciting.

Then I started to slide on in, going deeper and deeper inside of her. I had to go slowly because of how tight she was. And she was pretty tight. But it was a good kind of tightness, one that made me feel great as I slid further and further in, filling her up as I slowly brought my hips forward.

Liz's moaning was so loud that I actually ended up wincing as I opened her up. She didn't make the slightest effort to muffle the sounds she was making, just letting it ring out loud and clear for everyone to hear. Which meant that Madison was the one hearing it, of course.

That thought made me feel a bit better as I started to properly fuck Liz. Her legs were wrapped around my body, ankles crossed behind my back. She was keeping me right where I was, which was right where I wanted to be. The perfect fit for all of us. I grinned as I started to rock back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her as she moaned, moving around on the bed as I treated her the way she deserved to be treated.

"Oh yes, Taylor, oh yes, yes, yes!" Liz moaned, a beautiful expression plastered across her face. "Oh baby, you're making me feel so good."

And I hadn't even gotten started yet. I ran my hands up her sides to her boobs, lightly playing with them as my dick kept on sliding in and out of her. Liz made a wonderful sound at that and I shook my head in pleasure as I looked down at her.

"You look so great, Liz," I said, meaning every word. "You're so hot." Her husband must have been a lucky, lucky man although that was not a thought I was going to be sharing with her. And how lucky could he really have been if he had died in… his mid-twenties or so, given how old Liz and Madison were?

"I'm feeling hotter than I have in a long, long time," Liz said, nodding her head and looking down at her body. "I'm feeling more desired than I have in a long time. Thank you," she said, planting a quick kiss on my cheek.

Then we got back to fucking, words dying away except for the occasional grunt and moan and sigh and single, abandoned word as I kept on fucking her, sliding deep inside of that wet, tight pussy. It was wonderful. And she was opening up as I fucked her, letting me move in and out of her faster and faster. Pretty soon, we had a pretty good pace going.

I realized, with a thrill, that the bed was knocking against the wall it was pushed up against. And if my sense of the house's layout was correct, the wall it was slamming into was the one that separated Madison's room from this one. A smile grew and grew on my face and there just wasn't anything I could do to stop it. Not that I was trying very hard to.

Instead, I set out to find just how fast and hard of a pace Liz could stand. It turned out to be a lot. She could take almost everything I could give to her, moaning in pleasure underneath me as I slammed into her wet pussy again and again. Her hands seemed to be everywhere. One minute, they were clutching at my hips, fingers squeezing down so tight that it actually hurt. The next, she was playing with her own breasts, hands gliding over the large mounds. Then she would be clutching at the bedposts on the headboard behind her, staring up at me with wide, lustful eyes. Then they would be in the sheets as she gave voice to everything she was feeling.

She sure did move around a lot. For a moment, I thought about tying her up to keep her still, keep her in one place so that I could properly work her over. Then a related thought about her being tied up in front of Madison as I fucked her came to me. That was a nice thought, but one that I knew wasn't going to be happening.

And anyway, Madison had to know that I was fucking her mom by now. There was no way she couldn't know, with how much noise Liz was making. She was a screamer, no doubt about it. Maybe I should have brought earplugs for when she had her first orgasm. Well, too late to worry about that now. I just had to enjoy what I had going for me and deal with the fallout.

I was feeling good as I fucked Liz. I was really feeling good, sliding deep inside of her, stretching her out as I fucked her. Especially my dick, obviously. That was feeling amazing as I felt Liz's tight, wet walls squeezing down around me, clenching down as tightly as she could and not letting go even slightly. I licked my lips and stared down at her.

Liz's face was flushed with arousal, sweat was standing out all over her skin. And she looked so hot, so ready, so needy, so in love with what I was doing to her. How could I do anything but keep on fucking her, keep on feeling her wrapped around me and not letting go as I slid in and out?

I was probably going to keep on fucking her straight through my orgasm. And I had a feeling that was exactly what Liz would want to have happen to her. That she was going to want to be used in just this way, to keep on being fucked, to keep on getting the chance to feel this kind of pleasure after so long. At least I sure hoped so, because it would be fucking awful if I had to stop right now.

"You're so wet, Liz," I said, smiling down at her and running my hands over her body. "It's like a swamp down there."

"That's some sexy imagery," Liz said, swatting me on the upper arm. "Kiss me instead of saying any-!"

I kissed her. It felt nice to kiss her, pressing ourselves close together as we made out. Liz moaned into my mouth and I moaned into hers, our tongues meeting and pressing against one another as we kissed and kissed and fucked. When we finally separated, we were both panting for breath. And still both into it.

I reached down and played with Liz's clit, my fingers quickly finding the little nub, although it was a bit difficult to angle my hand correctly when I was still rocking back and forth like I was. The reaction Liz had to it made the challenge barely seem to exist, though. It was like I had hooked electrodes up to her body. It was probably the best orgasm that I had ever seen. And I had seen a lot of orgasms with Yolanda.

Liz's entire body was jerking around on the bed, so much so that I could barely believe that she was staying on the bed as she came. Her legs fell from around my waist and her chest rose and fell as she breathed in like a forge's bellows. It was amazing.

The sound was, well, less amazing. The passion and energy in it were awesome, obviously. But the volume of it, that was lot less enjoyable. I winced and drew back. Man, the neighbors had probably heard that. I was still hearing it and Liz had stopped screaming and was panting for breath now. Still, all in all, it was pretty hot and I loved seeing it.

And that wasn't even talking about what it felt like to have her pussy wrapped around my cock as she came. Liz got really tight. Really, really tight, her wet inner walls squeezing down around me like a velvet glove. And she was really wet as well, arousal leaking out of her and running down onto the bed.

It was just absolutely amazing. Every single little bit of it was something that I loved seeing, and couldn't believe that I was lucky enough to have caused. The sight made me horny as well, my cock twitching and pulsing, still inside of Liz's pussy.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Liz chanted under her breath, her eyes wild and unfocused, not really staring at anything in particular.

"Wow, it was that good, huh?" I asked, leaning forward until our bodies were pressed against each other. "That's super hot to see, Liz."

"Taylor," Liz said, her voice sounding raw and ragged. "Taylor."

"I'm right here, Liz," I said, sneaking my hands underneath her body to hug her, my hands meeting on her upper back, holding her close to me. "I'm here."

We clung to each other. My thrusting had slowed down a bit, but I was still fucking her pussy, sliding in and out, over and over again. I was sure that I could go even faster now than I had. But I didn't. Not just yet. Right now, I just wanted to hold on to her for a little while longer.

It felt nice to hold a hot, turned-on woman in my arms. It felt really, really nice. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, loving the feeling of having someone so soft and sweet and hot (in several different senses of each of those words) pressed up against me. It really was the best.

I wasn't all that surprised when she leaned up for a kiss. I did my best to return it, pressing my face against her as we kissed. It was a nice kiss, especially because I was still fucking her as we kissed. My cock slowly slid in and out of her wet, wet pussy as we went. By the time we separated, we were both feeling fine.

"Honestly, Taylor," Liz said, panting, cheeks flushed, looking up at me and smiling, "can I confess something?"

"Sure," I said, panting a bit as well and wondering just what it was going to be.

"I've always wanted to fuck a teenage girl," she said, laughing a bit and glancing away before looking back at me. "Ever since I was a teen." She smiled and quickly, softly kissed me. "You're the first one I've had, though." She shook her head. "I thought it might have been some of Madison's other friends like Julia or Emma." She paused to catch her breath. "But they couldn't have made me feel better than you are."

Well, that explained how easy this had been. At least in part. I wasn't complaining. Heck, I was pretty sure I was starting to develop a MILF-centric fetish here. It would probably complete once I got Zoe Barnes.

That was something to plan out later. Right now, I had a hot, amazing woman in my arms as I fucked her in earshot of one of the three people I hated most in life. That meant that I shouldn't be thinking about anyone other than her.

So I didn't and focused on how good it felt to be with Liz. How good my cock felt, having Liz's pussy wrapped around it. How soft her breasts were. And, of course, the look on her face as I went deep inside of her again and again. That was almost better than everything else combined. She looked so happy as I fucked her, as she got the chance to work out a decade and a half of frustrated sexual energy.

I only had… thirty-seven hours of frustrated sexual energy inside of me. But that was still enough for me to really enjoy how it felt to fuck her. But that was still enough to make it feel really good to be inside of her.

So good, in fact, that I could feel my orgasm approaching. My first orgasm, at least. There was no way I was going to limit myself to just one, not when the night was still young and Liz still had so much energy inside of her.

Instead, I could feel my body starting to pick up the pace, fucking Liz faster and faster. It wasn't even something that I was really choosing to do. It was just that my body was feeling so good from feeling Liz's wet pussy wrapped around me, I wanted to feel even more.

I looked down at Liz's face and shivered. Her boobs were actually jiggling up and down from the force of the thrusts I was using on her pussy. The look on her face, well, it was enough to push me over the edge. Part of me couldn't believe that looking down at a near-perfect copy of Madison's face was enough to make me cum. The rest of me didn't care and just enjoyed the feeling.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned, looking down at her. "Right now, Liz!"

"Do it," Liz moaned. "Cum inside of me, baby, let me feel all that hot cum deep inside of me!"

I thrust myself as far inside of her pussy as I could and held myself in there. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and my shoulders were trembling as I stared down into Liz's hazel eyes. She stared right back at me. I could barely tell what expression was on her face as I felt my orgasm wash over my, as irresistible as a flood.

My cock twitched inside of Liz's pussy as I started to fill her up. I could tell that a lot of cum was going into her. A lot of cum. I shivered and shuddered and did everything I could to keep my face right where it was, my body right where it was. Pressed up against her, feeling everything that was happening to her as well as I possibly could.

The sound Liz made when I started to fill her pussy with cum wasn't exactly like the one she had made when she was cumming herself. But it was pretty close. I could see why she had gotten pregnant with Madison at such a young age. Maybe if she was still married, Madison would be an older sister several times over.

The cum seemed even hotter than normal. I had felt it running along my dick a lot, given how often I came inside of Yolanda. But today, it was so much warmer than usual. I had no idea why, but Liz was obviously enjoying it enough that I didn't waste any time thinking about the exact reason. Instead, I jut enjoyed the orgasm.

It seemed to take a while to die down. But when it did, I was as hard as a rock and ready to start fucking her again. So I did. I started to slide my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her wet, parted folds. It was even easier than it had been before. There wasn't any question of stopping. Not when Liz was this turned on and not when I was this hard and not when we were both still so horny.

Both of us were moaning, I realized. We were moaning pretty loudly, too. And it was even in time with the rocking of the bed as it banged against the wall. And I only now realized that neither one of us had bothered to properly shut the bedroom door when we came in. By now, it was hanging wide open, doing absolutely nothing to muffle the sounds that we were making.

My grin took on a slightly different tone before I buried myself back up against Liz again. Who cared about that sort of thing right now? There was a hot woman in my arms and I was going to make sure that I fucked her as hard and thoroughly as I could until we were both completely satisfied.

"Okay, okay, Taylor, hold up," Liz said, waving her hands around. "Let's change positions."

"Really?" I asked, pausing, half-in and half-out of her pussy. "Sure thing. What do you want to try out?"

"A couple of poses I'd need to practice yoga to be able to manage," Liz said with a sigh. "But for now, how about I get on my hands and knees and you can work on dumping another load of that hot, sticky, wonderful cum inside of my pussy."

"Sure thing," I said. As if I was going to say no to an offer like that.

There was a pause. Then I looked at Liz.

"You're going to have to stop holding on with your legs if you want me to be able to pull away," I said.

"Oh!" Liz squeaked, looking even cuter than normal. "Yes, you're quite right. Sorry."

It still felt kind of bad for her to stop holding on to me like that. But not all that bad, really. I slid out of her and shivered, already wanting to be pressed back up against her. Liz stretched a bit, rubbing a few sore spots, before she got on to her hands and knees, facing away from me. That sight struck me dumb for a minute as I stared.

I hadn't really gotten the chance to appreciate Liz's ass before. That had obviously been my loss. It was a nice ass. Heart shaped even, a perfectly inviting shape that my hand itched to take hold of and squeeze.

Then there was the cum drooling out of her pussy. There was quite a bit of that too. I wondered if Liz was on birth control or if I had just given Madison a sibling anyway. And boy that would be quite the act of revenge, wouldn't it?

I pushed those thoughts to the side and crawled up behind Liz. Before I started fucking her from behind, I payed some attention to her butt. It was a butt that deserved having attention paid to it, after all. I reached down and squeezed it. It was very soft, with next to no muscle in it. Not at all like mine, but that wasn't bad. There were a bunch of different erotic body shapes, after all.

"Oh, are you interested in anal?" Liz asked, a purr in her voice. "We can try that out sometime, but right now, I just want that hard cock deep inside of my pussy."

"Sure thing," I said, grabbing my cock and guiding it forwards until it was resting against the entrance to Liz's pussy. I could see my cum and her arousal running along the edge of it. "You have such a hot body, Liz."

"My pussy's even hotter," Liz moaned. "So fill it up, would you?"

How could I resist that? I slid on in, pushing myself deep inside of her once again. We both moaned at that. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of having such a tight hole wrapped around my rod. I couldn't even imagine how Liz was feeling right now.

But I could make her feel better. I grabbed her butt with both hands and started to fuck her, holding on tight and using her large rear as a handhold to fuck her with. I quickly picked up pace and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh started to fill the room. And, I was sure, drifted out into the hall to be heard by Madison. I could tell that she was still there, sitting down and facing the TV. Actually, I could hear the sounds of whatever show she was watching in here. She must be playing it pretty loud. Well, she might not be hearing us, but she still had to know what she was hurting her ears with such a loud show.

Then I started fucking Liz. Really fucking her, pumping my cock in and out of her wet, needy pussy again and again. It felt just as great as it had before. And there was something really hot about looking down and seeing this wonderful ass in front of me. Just like there had been with Yolanda.

I grabbed that butt and kept on playing with it, feeling it moving around underneath my hands as I pumped back and forth. God, this was a nice ass. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck her ass. Even tighter than her pussy, though that barely seemed possible.

Liz was making some great sounds as I fucked her. Some really great sounds, moaning and squealing and groaning and begging for more. And I was going to give her everything I had, for as long as it took. I didn't care if I ended up fucking her through the entire night. If it meant satisfying both myself and Madison's mother, practically in front of her, I was going to do it no matter how long it took and how exhausted I was by the end of it.

Liz was clutching at the sheets, tearing them up from the bed and making a mess. An even bigger mess than we had already made at least, which hardly seemed possible. But she was managing it, rocking back and forth as I fucked her. It was hot and I could feel my dick almost aching from how hard it was as I watched her. And as I fucked her.

"I'm going to cum," Liz moaned. "Your teenage cock is going to make me cum."

Man, she was really leaning into that fetish, wasn't she? Well, if it had been building up since she was my age, that must mean that there was a lot of sexual energy she needed to vent. It was a good thing I was in shape. Both normal shape and sexual shape. Thank you, Yolanda, for training me for this. I grinned and squeezed her butt, wiggling my hips from side to side as I fucked her.

I could tell when Liz came. Part of it was how her head fell down to the bed. Part of it was how she, again, practically popped my eardrums with how loudly she let me (and the world) know how much she was enjoying this.

But most of all, it was how tight she was getting around me. Her pussy squeezed down to an even tighter level than it had been when I had first slid inside of her. I shivered, almost slowing to a stop as I felt the tight walls squeezing down around me.

Only almost, though. I managed to keep on going, keeping on fucking the hot, mature woman in front of me, over and over again. I looked down, seeing my rod appearing and disappearing as it went in and out of Liz's pussy. It felt great. This all felt great.

I lifted my gaze slightly to Liz's rear. A sudden, strong urge ran over me to reach down and slap it. To punish Liz for the daughter she had raised. I shook my head and dismissed the urge. Anyway, I was pretty sure that I'd be getting to do this with Liz soon enough, once she asked me to be the one to spank her. After all, with all her other kinks, would it really be out of bounds for that sort of thing to happen?

I spent a bit of time considering that and then I got back to fucking Liz, squeezing down on her skin as I rocked back and forth, seeing my shaft appearing and vanishing. Both Liz and I were moving up and down and from side to side. It had a great effect on my cock, making it press against Liz's insides in brand new ways. I shivered, feeling a chill run down my spine as I kept on fucking her.

Liz had cum twice and I could feel another orgasm rising up inside of me. How many more was I going to have before Liz and I were both satisfied? I honestly had no idea, but I was very interested in finding out. I smiled and squeezed Liz's rear again as I kept on fucking her.

"You feel so big inside of me, Taylor," Liz moaned. "Even after all this time, you're still stretching me out!"

Oh man, had she meant for that to be as hot and sexy as it was? I had no idea. But if she wanted some more of what I was giving her, then she was going to get it. Get as much as I could dish out. I wiped my forehead clean of sweat and grabbed on, ready to keep on fucking her.

Liz's moaning was sounding very sweet. I felt a shiver run up and down my back as I thrust into her, each thrust coaxing out a brand new sound. I could feel my heart pumping in my chest. And I was sure that if I touched Liz's chest (and not her breasts) I would feel her own heart pounding away just like mine was.

I was going to cum soon. Liz's pussy was just too hot and too tight and too wet for me to hold out for long. Not that I really felt bad over the thought of cumming inside of her. After all, I was going to be good for another round at least after filling her up. There would be plenty of time for me to satisfy her in all the ways she wanted.

I sped up a bit, my hips slapping against her soft butt as I pounded her pussy. She was moaning, rocking forward with every thrust. I licked my dry lips, staring down at her rear, feeling the orgasm rising, rising, rising inside of me. I couldn't hold on any longer.

I thrust myself into Liz's pussy as deep as I possibly could once again. And once again, I held myself there, gasping as I felt my dick twitching and pulsing as cum started to flow up through it.

Liz knew what was happening even though I hadn't said anything. She moaned, sounding unbearably sweet as I filled her up. And up and up and up. My second orgasm was just as big as my first and there was already so much cum inside of Liz's pussy.

A lot more of it came running out of her, dripping down onto the bed and getting caked onto her thighs. I shivered, feeling the pure, hot pleasure that was running through me as I came, enjoying my orgasm and loving who I was doing it with. My breath rasped in my throat as I stared down at Liz.

Liz's arms had given out or something. She was face down on the bed, arms underneath her body, panting for breath. It was hot to look at, just as hot as almost everything else about Liz had been tonight. I could believe that I was really fucking her and that it felt so damn good. I shivered and smiled and decided to keep on going. After all, I was still hard, Liz was still wet, so why not?

And there was an empty spot on the wall, right next to her bed. I wasn't very muscular, but I could still think of a couple of different positions I could take Liz right there, pressing her up against the wall and slamming into her. Making the photos on the wall shake, make the thudding echo through the house and, of course, do my best to make Liz feel so good that there wasn't the slightest possibility of her staying quiet and to make her cry out in sweet tones for more so that Madison could be sure to hear.

Especially because Madison had gone to bed by now. I had tracked her walking down to her bedroom, just on the other side of the wall. She was buried underneath her covers, a pillow pulled over her ears. I didn't think that was going to do the slightest bit of good when it came to stopping her from hearing the two of us be together.

"Oh wow," Liz moaned, pulling herself forward, sliding off of my cock. I looked down and smiled as I saw how stretched her lower lips were and how much semen was sliding out from them. "Taylor, I can't believe how much cum you have stored up in there." She smiled at me as she sank down to the bed. The way she spread her legs would have gotten me hard again if I wasn't already. "Do you still have some more sticky cum to share with me?"

"Of course I do, Liz," I said with a smile, crawling forward to join her. "I'm going to do my best to make sure that I give you every last drop of everything I have."

"That sounds wonderful," Liz said with a sigh before we started kissing again.

Both Liz and I were panting like we had run a marathon. My hands were actually trembling, I realized, as I lifted them up and stared down at them. I could feel sweat all over my body. And that wasn't the only thing I was feeling sticking to my skin, either.

And yet, it was more effort than it was worth to go and get a shower. I didn't want to leave Liz and anyway, it was such a long walk to the bathroom, all the way down four or five yards of hallway. So much easier to just stay right here, pressed up against Liz, enjoying the feeling of her body.

"T-Taylor?" Liz moaned, looking up at me. "Thank you."

"I hope I'm making this be as good as you hoped it would be, Lizzie," I said, smiling and trailing my fingers up along her skin. She pushed herself up to meet me. "I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied."

"Oh, believe me," Liz said, pushing herself up on her elbows. "This is more than I ever though it could be." She smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you, Taylor."

"Don't thank me yet because we're not even close to done," I said. I smiled. "If you're still able to speak when we're done, then you can say thank you." I paused for a moment to consider the likely lusts of this woman who hadn't had sex in a decade and a half. "And if I'm still able to speak I'll say you're welcome."

Giggling, Liz grabbed at me and pulled me down. It seemed that it was time to begin again. And I was more than alright with that. There were still plenty of hours left to go before I needed to worry about anything.

Well, I supposed I needed to worry about just how I was going to be fucking the hot, sexy, energetic lady in my arms. But that was a pleasure to worry about.

And it was a task I started to take care of, leaning down to lick Liz's stiff nipples and hearing her cry out. My dick twitched and I wondered if I should ask her for a titfuck. Or if she wanted even more cum inside of her pussy.

I'd be fine with either option.

I fell down to the bed, barely managing to muster up the energy to get my head on the pillow. I smiled as I stared at Liz. She stared back at me, a happy, content, fulfilled expression on her face. It was so very nice and I could feel my heart beating a bit faster as I looked at the blissful expression she wore.

I was still kind of horny, but not nearly as turned on as I had been leaving the coffee shop… wow, eight hours ago. Wow.

I looked at Liz's body. She was completely naked and looked very well-fucked. There was semen dribbling out of her pussy and on her thighs, yes, but what really sold the look was the healthy, contented glow she had to her, an air that said that everything was alright and that she was enjoying herself. And that she had enjoyed herself.

"That was amazing, Taylor," Liz said, her eyes closed and her voice soft and slow. "That was really, really amazing."

She reached out and grabbed my hand, tugging it close to her, followed by the rest of my body. I draped myself around her, holding her close against me, my nose pressed into her brown hair.

"It was great for me as well," I said, meaning everything I said. "It was really great."

Liz smiled and patted me, pretty awkwardly. Then she deeply, deeply yawned.

I was feeling pretty tired to. I managed to get just enough energy to lift myself up to look down at her. She looked so hot. Her large breasts, her face, her pale, clear skin, every single bit of her body was just so erotic.

It wasn't hot enough for me to want to go for another round. I did have school tomorrow- I looked at the clock and winced. I had school today, in just four hours. Getting at least some sleep would be a good idea.

Or, then again, since there was nothing important going on today, no tests or projects or anything, I could just skip school and spend some more time with Liz. And possibly with Yolanda, though getting the two of them together for a threesome sounded like a long-term project instead of something that I could propose out of the blue and have them agree to.

That was a nice thought to consider, I decided. One that I would make my mind up on when I woke up, whenever that was. For now, I draped my arm over Liz's body and closed my eyes. The last thing I saw before going to sleep was the happy smile that Liz still wore.

It took a while before I realized that the beeping I was hearing was an alarm. It wasn't my alarm, which explained why it had taken me so long to figure that out.

Finally, I managed to start flopping my arm around, looking for the alarm and to either turn it off or unplug it. First I got a handful of Liz's boob before I managed to get myself together enough to figure out what side the beeping was coming from.

That also woke up Liz, who started grunting and grumbling as she twitched around. By the time I managed to find the alarm and hit enough buttons that one of them turned the clock off, Liz was back asleep. But I couldn't let her stay like that. I forced myself upwards and blinked, staring at the clock. Wow, seven thirty. I should have been up an hour ago at least.

Groaning, I shook Liz awake. It took a while for that to happen and I got awake enough to wonder if I should start trying some other methods of waking her up. Fun, sexy methods.

Because, even with everything that had happened last night, I was still feeling kind of horny. Not to the point where I was going to pin Liz down and start rutting her right here and now. But the thought of having sex with Liz some more had a whole lot more than just a mental attraction.

In the end, I managed to get her up. She blearily blinked and then yawned, stretching her arms out and almost knocking a lamp to the floor. I took the chance to look her over again, because that was not a sight that I could get tired of very easily. She still looked so pretty, with her long brown hair going down to her shoulder blades, the wonderful curves of her body, every bit of her looked so nice. And I had gotten to see it. To do a whole lot more than just see it. What a wonderful lady she was.

"Come on, Liz," I said, opening up her closet and seeing not just one but two night robes. How lucky for me. I tossed one to her and slid into the other one. "Don't you want to say good morning to your daughter before she leaves for school?"

"Ugh. Right. Madison."

A minute after that, Liz finally rose to her feet and slid into the robe, belting it closed. It was a pretty loose belt and she was still showing off a lot of her boobs. But her nipples weren't actually on display, so I supposed it was good enough. And no more than half of her thighs were showing as well.

A lot less of me was on display, especially because I had bothered to actually properly tie my robe. Not that Liz seemed in the proper state to appreciate me no matter how much skin I was showing. For now, at least. After she got some coffee in her, I was sure that would change.

Even more than half-asleep, she was still pretty clingy. That was not something that I was complaining about. Not at all. It felt nice to have an attractive older woman like Liz draped over me, one hand at my breast even though nothing was actually happening with that hand.

Madison's head slowly turned towards as we entered the kitchen. She was bent over a bowl of cereal, not looking quite as cute as she normally did. Maybe it was because of the big bags underneath her eyes.

Whatever the reason was, she looked… worn out. Really worn out. But not so worn out that she wasn't able to go a bit pale as she saw the two of us.

"Morning, Madison," Liz said happily. It was a calm, quiet sort of happy but it was impossible to miss just how satisfied she was. And I could take a whole lot of pleasure in knowing that I had been the one to satisfy her. "How are you doing?"

Madison had a hunted look on her face that I didn't think I had ever seen on her before. Her eyes darted from side to side before she shoved a big spoonful of cereal into her mouth as a pretty effective way to avoid having to answer the question.

I was doing my best not to look too smug right here. I wasn't entirely succeeding, but at least I wasn't looking like the Queen of Shit Mountain as I sat down opposite Madison. She was looking right at me, her spoon halfway between her mouth and the bowl.

"Oh, Taylor, what would you like for breakfast?" Liz asked, going to the cabinets and starting to rifle through them. "I have instant oatmeal usually and Madison has her cereal."

I thought about if I should have Madison's usual breakfast and eat it right in front of her. Possibly while staring at her the entire while. No, I decided after looking into her bowl. I wasn't a fan of sugary cereals, not this early in the morning.

"I'll just have some toast and butter, Liz," I said, turning my head to give a nice, big smile at Liz. "Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

"Oh would you? Thank you, sweety," Liz said, giving me a very nice smile. I smiled back and stood up.

I noticed that the spoon full of cereal was still halfway up to Madison's mouth. Well, if she was still feeling hungry, that was on her to decide if she was going to finish or not. Instead, I started the coffeemaker going and prepared a mug for Liz and some tea for me.

"So, Madison," Liz said, sitting down next to her daughter and smiling brightly. "I think you know Taylor already?"

Madison slowly nodded, her head turning to look at me. The expression deer in the headlights seemed very fitting.

"Oh, I'm glad that the two of you know each other so well already," Liz said happily, perking up even though she still hadn't gotten her coffee. "I wish I had known her earlier, too," she added, running a hand down my back as I stood next to her. It felt nice. And I wasn't even talking about the look on Madison's face. "But she's going to be coming over here a lot more often, right, Taylor?"

"Of course, Liz," I said, planting a kiss on her cheek. She giggled and gave my butt a squeeze.

Madison had been staring at us for all of it. She was seeing every single second of it. I knew she was seeing every second of it. I gave her a smile, a smile that tried to tell her how happy I was that I was getting to spend time (sexy time, too) with a woman as cool and fun to be with as Liz. There wasn't a matching smile on her face.

"Now, Taylor, will you be going to school today?" Liz asked.

I thought about it. There were only twenty minutes left till school started. I wasn't dressed. I hadn't showered. (And I needed a shower.) Liz was obviously still feeling horny. And I wanted to spend more time with Liz.

"I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. "I'd rather spend some more time with you, Liz."

"Normally, I'd say that you need to go to school," Liz giggled, pulling me onto her lap and kissing me deeply, "but I'm not your mother so… let's spend the day together." We kissed. I had intended it to start out as just a quick peck on the lips. But neither of us could pull away from the other and the kiss deepened and deepened. It was a solid minute before we pulled apart.

"Oh, um, Madison," Liz said, looking over my shoulder. I turned my head as Madison flinched, her spoon dropping into the bowl. "I suppose, just this once, I'll let you skip school today as well." She paused. "Is there a movie or something you want to see today?"

"I…" Madison said, her voice more of a strangled grunt, "yes, Mom." Her eyes, wild and desperate and horrified, went to me as she pushed her chair back, almost knocking it over. "I'm going to... go now."

She backed out of the room, still staring at the two of us. I smiled and turned back to Liz. We kissed again before Liz rested her head against my chest. She sighed happily and I could feel her hands squeezing down on my hips. It felt nice. So nice that my dick was starting to get hard again as I pressed up against her.

I could hear Madison rummaging around in her bedroom, probably getting ready for… wherever she was going. Possibly a bar. I hoped she had a good time. And I realized that I actually meant that more than I didn't. I was feeling so happy and close to Liz right now I could even extend some charity to Madison.

"You know, honey," Liz said, giggling as she drew closer to me, "I've never done it on a table before." She ran her hand up my thigh, slipping underneath my borrowed robe. "Want to see what it's like?"

How could I say no to a question like that? I smiled and drew closer to Liz, running my hand up along her arm and leaning in for a kiss.

She was just as good of a kisser as she had been last night. We moaned into each other's mouths as we started to make out, rocking back and forth as the lust grew and grew inside of each of us.

We tried our best to keep on kissing even as Liz stood up and backed up against the kitchen table. There was a rattle of cutlery as she hopped up onto it and I followed, feeling the edge of the table press against my knees.

Who needed breakfast?