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by solkiji

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3. 3

How many years had it been since I had last come to the Barnes's house? I wasn't sure. I had a lot of good memories of it, birthday parties and sleepovers and all that sort of thing. But the pall of Emma's completely fucked-up betrayal hung over everything, tainting it all.

Well, there was a good way to take care of that. Make some new memories of enjoyable times spent here. Without Emma being involved at all. And with Anne being away at college and Mr. Barnes gone for good, that only left one possible candidate.

Of course, after having fucked Sophia's and Madison's mothers, it would just make sense if I kept on going and seduced and impregnated Mrs. Barnes as well, right? And from what I could remember, Mrs. Barnes had a very nice figure, though the last time I had spent any time with her, I hadn't been old enough to actually care about that sort of thing.

I rang the doorbell and shifted my weight from side to side. I knew that Mrs. Barnes had to be at home alone. Liz had texted me, apologizing for having to cancel our date, but that Madison, Emma and Julia were all coming over and she wanted to spend some time with her daughter. That had been quite all right with me.

The door opened and Mrs. Barnes blinked as she looked at me. I quickly ran my eyes over her. She looked a lot like she had a few years ago. Her red hair wasn't as bright and vibrant as it had been and either she had gotten shorter or I had gotten taller. But she still had a very attractive figure, one that Emma had obviously inherited. Though I couldn't recall Emma having quite such large breasts, breasts that were quite clearly outlined in the tight sweater Mrs. Barnes was wearing.

"Why, Taylor," she said, sounding quite surprised as she looked at me. "I didn't expect to see you here." She stepped backwards, ushering me inside. "Come in, come in, it's been ages. What brings you here?"

Did she really think that Taylor had just found better things to do with her time than hanging out with Emma? Taylor felt her face twitch, but she forced herself to smile and thank Mrs. Barnes as she was led inside.

The inside of the house hadn't changed all that much, though Taylor noticed that there weren't any family portraits up on the walls anymore. Just single photos of each of the women of the Barnes family, sitting alone in their own frames. She was sure that there was some deeper analysis to be done there, but it was beyond Taylor's skills.

Instead, she sat down on the new couch (which made the third couch the Barnes family had had, since Taylor and Emma had gotten into most trouble in their life after what they did with the first one when they were five) as Mrs. Barnes sat down at the far end of the couch.

Taylor had given some pretty serious thought to how to seduce Mrs. Barnes. After all, they knew each other. Not super well, especially not lately, but Taylor did have a very vivid memory of complaining to Mrs. Barnes one hot summer day about how she wasn't looking forward to starting kindergarten. That was going to make the thought of having sex with Mrs. Barnes a bit odd. Though looking over Mrs. Barnes' body helped soothe some of those concerns.

Because wow, Mrs. Barnes was hot. Taylor had no idea how she had gotten lucky enough to have all three of her bullies' mothers be so attractive, but she wasn't about to complain about it. If an opportunity like this was presented to her, she would be mad to do anything but seize it in both hands.

"So, what brings you here, Taylor?" Mrs. Barnes asked, stretching out her legs, which made my eyes dip down once again.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you, Mrs. Barnes," I said. "I heard about Mr. Barnes and I wanted to come and say how sorry I am that you and your daughters had to go through that."

"Yes, well," Mrs. Barnes said, looking off to the side and scowling. "That was quite a surprise. I thought I knew him better than that." She sighed heavily. "Thank you for your condolences, but it's a matter I'm quite happy to leave in the past."

"I understand," I said quickly. "And I also wanted to say that I wanted to get the chance to talk to you. But lately, I've been feeling some stuff… you know, inside. It's too embarrassing to go to Mom about and I wanted to talk to an adult about what I was feeling. And who better than you?"

I felt really dirty, using Mom's name for something like this. But it also worked. The look that passed over Mrs. Barnes's face was a mix of a bunch of different emotions, more than I could actually tell apart all at once. But she nodded and leaned forward, resting her crossed forearms on her knees.

"Oh, I understand completely, Taylor." She scooted along the couch to get closer to me, draping a hand on my shoulder. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I was wondering," I said, smiling at her and smelling her perfume. It was some kind of floral scent, but I couldn't narrow it down any further than that, "if, well," I glanced to the side and swallowed. This was going to be a pretty blunt seduction attempt, but I hadn't been able to think of anything better, "I've been feeling funny over the past year."

"Funny how?" Mrs. Barnes asked.

"Like, down there," I said, waving a hand at my crotch. "Whenever I wake up, it's hard, when I see pretty girls, it can get distracting, that sort of thing."

"Ah," Mrs. Barnes said, frowning a bit. "Sex." She sighed. "I've had this talk with both my daughters but I never really thought that I'd be having it with you." She weakly smiled. "Well, how thorough is Winslow's sex ed program anyway?"

"I mean, I know what it's called and stuff," I said, blushing a bit. "I have an erection and it ends in an orgasm. But…"

"Yes, hearing it in class can be different from real life, in all sorts of things," Mrs. Barnes said with a sigh. "Well, both Anne and Emma and even myself, don't have penises, so there's a certain limit on how much information I can provide on how to cope with something like that."

She leaned back against the couch and stared upward for a bit, thinking. I let her think and hoped that I was handling this the right way. After all, it wasn't like I could wipe her memory and try for another go if this didn't work out.

"So something I've always believed in was burning off the lust by masturbating," Mrs. Barnes said. "When Emma and Anne got old enough to start dealing with this kind of thing, I made certain to pull them aside for a quiet talk and give them something to help out with." She looked at me. "I'm not certain what kind of toys would work in your case, though."

I nodded, a bit shocked at how sexually open Mrs. Barnes was being. This might end up being easier than I had thought.

"Is there anything you can do to help?" I asked.

"Just that it would be a good idea to regularly masturbate so that you don't end up thinking with your lower head and getting yourself into trouble," Mrs. Barnes said. "You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"There's some people I like," I said, mind spinning as I made sure to give an inaccurate picture of my romantic life without actually lying. "But, well, it can be…"

"I remember what my teenage years were like," Mrs. Barnes said with a smile. "You don't need to try and put it into words, Taylor." She patted my back. "The important thing is that you just stay safe out there. Sex can lead to a lot of big mistakes, though," she glanced down at my crotch, so quickly she might not even have been aware she was doing so. "I suppose you have to worry about it from both ends."

That was one of the more... ways, I was just going to go with ways, I had heard used to describe my genitals. Not that I planned to be using anything but my dick on Zoe to knock her up. And geez, when you put it like that, it sounded like I was the bad guy instead of just getting a bit of revenge against the trio. I nodded, instead.

"Is there anything else you'd like to talk to me about, Taylor?" Mrs. Barnes asked.

"No," I said, smiling at her, trying to look as pretty as I could. I didn't have much to work with in that department, but I could at least try. "Thank you for listening to me and giving me some advice, though."

"Any time, Taylor," she said, leaning over to give me a hug. That was something I was glad to take, especially since it meant that the very tip of my chin ended up pressed against her upper breasts. It wasn't the most erotic position in the world, but it still gave me a chance to start to get hard, which always felt nice. "It's been so long since you've been over and I would love it if I saw more of you."

"Of course, Mrs. Barnes," I said, smiling and nodding. "I was thinking the exact same thing."

"Would you like to stay until Emma comes back?" Mrs. Barnes asked.

"Sorry, but I need to get back home," I said. "I've got to start getting dinner ready for when Mom comes home to finish it off."

"Oh, tell her hi for me," Mrs. Barnes said, rising to her feet and smiling at me. "It's been ages since we talked."

"Of course," I said, not sure if I was actually going to do that or not. "And it was nice being able to talk to you, Mrs. Barnes."

"Same here, Taylor," Mrs. Barnes said, giving me a quick hug. It barely lasted long enough for me to feel the pressure of her arms and body against me before separating. "And take care on your way back home, you hear?"

A few minutes later, I was walking down the sidewalk with a spring in my step. I was feeling good about my chances. With any luck, Mrs. Barnes wouldn't mention this to Emma. I knew that Emma knew about what I'd done to Liz and possibly to Yolanda. If she heard that I was spending time with her mother, then she was certain to connect the dots.

She would, in time, anyway. But there was a big difference between Emma figuring out that I was planning to seduce and impregnate her mother and having a family meeting where Mrs. Barnes announced that I had already put a daughter inside of her.

For now, I thought that I would head back home. I had homework to do and I wanted to spend time with my own mother. Who was not pregnant, which might end up being a rare condition in these parts.

The chicken was pretty good. I was enjoying it, along with the other dishes that Mom and I had made. I looked up at her and smiled as she bent over her own food. It was so nice to be able to spend time together with her like this. I wondered how many family meals Emma, Madison and Sophia shared with their own mother. Not too many, I was willing to bet. Especially for Sophia.

"How was school today, Taylor?" Mom asked, looking up at me and pushing her own glasses up her nose.

"It was alright," I said. And it had been. The bullies had mostly lost their appetite for fucking with me, and that meant I was finally able to concentrate on getting schoolwork done. My grades were still going to be pretty bad by the end of the year, but at least they were going to be above failing. "I went over to Emma's house today, after school."

"How is she doing?" Mom asked. "It's been ages since she was over here."

"That's what Mrs. Barnes said," I said, rolling my eyes a bit and smiling. "She wasn't there, actually, so I just spent some time chatting with Mrs. Barnes." I paused and took another mouthful of food. "She says hi, by the way."

"You know, I should call her one of these days, maybe set up a lunch date," Mom said meditatively. "But did you have a good time?" She smiled at me. "I'm glad that you've been spending some more time out of the house, Taylor. It does me good to see that."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, glancing down at my plate. Would she still think that it was so good if she knew that I was going around and fucking two different women her age and trying to seduce a third? And that I was doing it all to get revenge for my bullying? "I'm having a good time, too."

We shared a smile at that and fell into silence for a while as we kept on eating. It felt nice. Just being able to spend time with Mom like this, not having to talk about or worry about anything? Yeah, it was the kind of thing that I could really get used to. I smiled in satisfaction as I drank some milk.

It sounded trite, but I really did love my mom.

Yolanda was starting to show. Her belly was getting bigger. Especially when she didn't bother to wear anything but a bra and panties when she answered the door to let me in.

I knew I had a goofy smile on my face as I looked at her and I didn't care. And if people saw her in the time it took for her to close the door, then she obviously didn't mind. I ran my eyes over her body, seeing the hourglass figure, the huge boobs, the thick thighs, all the things about her that always got my heart racing and my dick hard when I thought about her.

"Hello, Taylor," Yolanda said, pulling me into a hug. I buried my face in between her cleavage and returned the hug, pressing our bodies up close. It felt nice and I knew that she could feel my cock getting hard against her. "It's good to see you again."

"Same here, Yolanda," I said, nodding as I pulled back from the hug and looked her over. "It's always nice to spend time with you."

Yolanda was the first of the mothers that I had impregnated. And it was obvious. Her belly was starting to grow. It wasn't very big yet, but there was still an obvious curve to her stomach. It looked nice, her deep, black skin stretching outward. It looked really nice.

"You know, Taylor," Yolanda said, reaching down and grabbing my ass, "Sophia and Terry aren't home." She smiled, running her eyes over my body just like I had done with her. "And an old woman like me has some needs."

"You're not old at all," I said, shaking my head, lifting my eyes a bit to study her breasts in the pale blue bra she wore. She filled it really nicely. "And looking better than ever."

"Oh, this?" Yolanda asked with a grin as she waved her hand at the lingerie she wore. "This is just something comfortable I slipped into this morning."

I nodded, obviously not believing her for a second. Not that she was actually trying to convince me of anything, of course. I just nodded and stared and enjoyed myself. Then Yolanda was brushing past me, her hand dragging across my crotch in what wasn't at all an accident as she went towards the living room.

"So, what have you been up to in the past few days?" Yolanda asked.

"Oh, not much, school, homework, you, that sort of thing," I said. "Actually, I have been spending some time with Zoe Barnes. You know, Emma's mom?"

"Oh, her," Yolanda said after a second's thought. "Red hair, likes to wear long skirts." I nodded. "How's she doing, anyway?"

"Pretty good," I said. "We've been getting kind of close after not spending a lot of time together for the past few years."

Yolanda looked me over carefully, a knowing expression playing on her face. She sat back on the couch and crossed one thick, toned leg over the other. That was kind of distracting, but I forced myself to keep on looking at her.

"I bet you've been getting very close to the attractive mother of one of your classmates," Yolanda said, smiling. "Are you planning on getting even closer to her?"

I blushed and looked around, feeling sweat starting to form on my forehead. This was… well, that was a bit hard to come up with a good answer to. I coughed into my hand.

"I'm just trying to…" I trailed off, not able to think of a good end to that sentence.

"Just trying to fuck as many hot women as possible?" Yolanda asked, suddenly standing up and sitting back down on my lap. I gulped and stared at her cleavage for a long time before finally remembering to tilt my head back and look up at her face. "To let as many women as possible cum from that hard dick of yours?"

And now Yolanda was starting to rub back and forth against my crotch. That felt really good and my dick was pretty hard already. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her upper body, holding her close against me as Yolanda made a satisfied sound in the back of her throat.

"Well," Yolanda said, "I've been talking to Liz Clements as well, you know? I see her when she drops off Madison and the like."

I nodded as Yolanda leaned forward, pressing my face against her boobs again. It was getting hard to think of anything except turning Yolanda over and fucking the hell out of her.

"And she mentioned that she had been spending a lot of time with you as well." Yolanda was stroking the back of my head. "And the way she said that, well, a few more questions and what do you know?"

"I've been having sex with her too," I admitted. That was obviously going to be the next thing that Yolanda said, so I might as well not play dumb and pretend that I had never even met Liz.

"I can see why," Yolanda said, starting to drag her hips back and forth and press her pussy against my crotch and thighs, through her panties. "She is quite the attractive woman, isn't she?" She trailed her fingers along my chin, making me look up at her. She looked pretty turned on as well. "And now what are you doing, spending time with Mrs. Barnes?"

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing," I said, reaching behind Yolanda to give her huge butt a squeeze. My fingers sank in deep and I still wasn't getting most of it. "And I think you approve."

"Heh," Yolanda chuckled, pushing back against me. "Now, why in the world would I approve of some skinny rail of a teenage girl going around and having sex with a bunch of middle-aged women?" She looked at me, a glint in her eyes. "Think of the right answer to this, Taylor, and you get a reward."

I swallowed, doing my best to think of what the right answer was. There was one possibility that was jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my mind, so I decided to go with that, especially since I didn't have any other actual ideas.

"It's because you find that idea to be really hot," I said, as confidently as I could. "It's your fetish, just like-," no, no, better not tell her about how hot and bothered Liz got over the idea of being knocked up.

"Like what?" Yolanda asked, pushing back against my hands and making me moan as I felt her ass pressing against me. "Well, never mind," she said, after it became clear that I wasn't going to answer. "And yes, you're right, Taylor," she said with a smile, swooping in for a quick kiss. "I do enjoy age play." She snorted. "Heck, back when I was your age, I found a man that was, well, never mind about that." She pressed herself close to me. "Now, let's head upstairs and you can get your reward."

Wow, okay, this was turning out a lot better than I thought. I tried to pick Yolanda up off of me, but I wasn't strong enough to lift myself. Someone who had an extra thirty pounds on me? Just not happening.

But at least I had gotten the right answer. And plenty to think about. To think about later, because right now, I wasn't going to be doing anything but having pretty hot sex with Yolanda for a couple of hours.

Man, I was used to thinking that my life sucked, but it actually had some pretty nice perks, didn't it?

I was at the Barnes's house again. And once again, Mrs. Barnes and I were the only ones there, with Emma off doing something or other. A good thing, too. It gave me room to work, though I supposed that the expression on Emma's face if she saw me with her mother might be pretty amusing.

Mrs. Barnes and I were sitting outside on the back porch. I could see the pool that Emma and I had loved to go swimming in off to the side and a large expanse of mowed grass before it hit the border fence about an acre away.

It was nice out here. I had some good memories of it and the place hadn't really changed that much since I had last been here. I glanced over at Mrs. Barnes. She hadn't really changed all that much, either.

A stray memory, of Mrs. Barnes in a swimsuit, watching over me and Emma, came to mind. At the time, I had barely noticed her at all, far more intent on playing with my best friend. Now, though, I kind of wished I could remember more of what it had looked like, beyond bright yellow. And what she had looked like, inside of it.

"I was thinking of maybe having you and your mother come over for dinner some day soon," Mrs. Barnes said, taking a sip from her mug of coco. "It would be like the old days, having all of us together."

Well, not all of us. Not without Dad and Mr. Barnes. But I knew what she meant and I liked the idea. Well, I liked the idea of spending more time with Mrs. Barnes. I didn't want to be with Emma. Not until I had gotten a lot closer to Mrs. Barnes.

You know, I was probably going to have to get in the habit of calling her Zoe, wouldn't I? It was really hard to think of seducing her while I was still acting like I had ten years ago. But calling her by her first name didn't come all that easily to me and I shifted around a bit as I tried to get my mind back on track.

"I'll let Mom know about that and the two of you can set something up," I said, wondering if it was ever going to happen. Mom worked a lot and she didn't always have time to relax, even on the weekends. "It could be interesting."

I looked over Mrs. Barnes as she took another sip from her mug. I had already finished my own cup of tea (I had gone for hours without back at school) so I didn't have much to keep my hands busy. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Sometimes I wish things were like the way they were back then," Mrs. Barnes said, staring at where the playset had used to be. Two swings, a slide and a raised platform. Very fun, up until both Emma and I got too big to really fit on it anymore. "Things were… better, then."

I nodded. I could agree with that. Being friends with Emma had still felt better than taking my revenge on Emma, no matter how enjoyable that revenge actually was. But it wasn't like there was anything I could do to make her my friend again. That was something that only Emma could do. And I had a feeling that knowing that I was fucking and breeding her mother wasn't going to make her want to be that friendly to me.

"Yeah, things were great back then," I said, reaching over and laying my hand on top of hers. "The things we used to get up to…"

"Hm," Mrs. Barnes snorted. "Some of those things are only amusing to me now that a decade has passed."

I nodded. I could come up with a few likely candidates for what Mrs. Barnes was thinking of. Although I didn't think she was ever going to laugh over the couch incident.

"I always enjoyed coming here," I said, looking at her. "It was always fun to be with Emma and I liked being with you as well." She turned her head to meet my gaze and I poured all of what I was feeling and the truth behind it into my gaze. "You were always very kind to me and I liked seeing you."

"I liked seeing you at the front door as well, Taylor," Mrs. Barnes said with a smile. "You were always so full of energy."

"I still am," I said, nodding quickly. "It's just a different kind of energy these days."

"Oh?" Mrs. Barnes asked, giving me a look that I couldn't quite read. "What do you do to burn off all that energy?"

Well, that was an invitation that was just about gift-wrapped for me. I shifted around don the patio chair I was sitting on, coughing a bit into my hand as I looked at her.

"Well, there's all these pretty girls around that I like looking at," I said, feeling red appearing on my face. Hopefully Mrs. Barnes would think that was the blush of embarrassment and not the flush of arousal. "I can get really… twitchy, thinking about how beautiful they are."

Mrs. Barnes snorted and turned her head to the side. I thought she was smiling, but couldn't get a good enough look at her face to be sure. When she turned back, her face was set in a very wry expression.

"And do you ever manage to do anything with that energy?" Mrs. Barnes asked. Then she blinked and shook her head. "No, sorry, Taylor, that was inappropriate. I'm sorry I asked that of you."

"I don't mind," I said with a shrug. "I feel like I can be really open and honest with you."

"Still," Mrs. Barnes said, quickly rising from her chair, "it's getting late and I'm sure you have a bunch of homework to do. We can meet again later, Taylor."

Well, I could take a hint well enough. I rose to my feet, nodding. That hadn't gone as well as I had hoped, but I still thought that I had managed to make some progress there. And that last comment from Mrs. Barnes had opportunity written all over it in big golden letters.

"I'll see you later, Mrs. Barnes," I said, nodding and standing as well. I weighed the pros and cons and went in for a quick hug. "It was good to see you," I said, as I wrapped my arms around her middle for a second then drew back.

"I, yes, it was good to see you, too," Mrs. Barnes said. "Stay safe going home, Taylor."

I nodded. And I might even get some homework done, though I had some other enjoyable things to think about as well.

I looked up at the Clements's house. Then I knocked on the door. Then a smile formed on my face.

Madison was the one to open the door. I hadn't even known that she was home. And she wasn't expecting to see me, either. When she saw that I was there, she actually winced, like I had reached out and struck her across the face.

"Hi, Madison," I said, smiling at her. "Is Liz home?"

"What do you want, Taylor?" Madison asked, sounding sick as she stared at me.

"Oh, I just wanted to go spend some time with your mother," I said, slipping past her and heading for kitchen. "It's always so fun to get to be with her."

Madison made a strangled sound in the back of her throat at that and I let a smile appear on my face. I didn't really rub my relationship with Yolanda into Sophia's face, because there was the possibility, quite a high possibility, really, of Sophia decking me right then and there. And obviously I didn't want to spoil things before I got far enough with Mrs. Barnes. But Madison? Madison by herself was about as much of a threat as a grumpy puppy.

"Oh, Taylor!" Liz said happily, poking her head around a corner. "I thought that I heard you!" She sashayed around the corner and gave me a big hug. "It's great to see you again."

I opened my mouth to say that I was glad to see her as well. Then I felt her hands going down and grabbing my butt straight through my jeans. And Madison was still behind us and had to be watching.

"Will you be staying for dinner?" Liz asked, planting a quick kiss on my cheek before pulling back.

"Sure, why not?" I asked, smiling back at her and quickly running my eyes up and down along her body. If her pregnancy was showing yet, it wasn't showing even through the tight white shirt she was wearing. "That sounds wonderful."

"Good," she said, nodding. "We'll be having lasagna and there's always more lasagna."

"I'll help you prepare it, if you want," I offered. I didn't really know how to make lasagna, but how hard could it be?

"That's sweet of you, dear," Liz said, patting my cheek and smiling, "but Madison will already be helping me and the kitchen just isn't big enough for three people to be working in it."

I nodded and glanced back at Madison. She looked like she was either going to faint or throw up, and, frankly, I didn't really care which she did. What mattered was that she was obviously waiting to wake up from this.

"But dinner won't be for hours yet anyway," Liz said. "How about we go and," she brushed the back of her hand against my crotch, "catch up with each other?"

"That sounds wonderful," I said, nodding happily. "There's a lot of stuff I want to show you."

The smile on Liz's face somehow got even lewder than it already was. Which was quite the feat. She nodded and started heading back towards her bedroom, putting far more sway in her hips that was actually called for. I didn't mind a bit as I watched.

I could tell that Madison was still standing by the open door, staring after us. I debated waving at her as I stepped into her mother's bedroom for some sex, but decided not to. That just would be crass, after all.

And I was all about dignity and being an upstanding person. Now, how was I going to be fucking Liz today? Taking her on all fours? Pounding her up against a wall? Doing a 69? There were just so many options on how to fuck a woman more than twice my age and I was looking forward to any and all of them.

I thought that Mrs. Barnes had put some extra care and effort into her appearance today. She looked really nice and I thought that the makeup I could see was subtle enough that it wasn't obvious, but was still there to enhance her already beautiful features.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and once again, Mrs. Barnes and I were the only ones around. Not that it had taken much planning to make sure that Emma wasn't around, given that I had heard her talking to her friends about her plans yesterday. So there was nothing to get in the way of the two of us. And I had a good feeling about what was going to happen today.

"Why, Taylor," Mrs. Barnes said, looking me up and down as she brought me inside her home. "I wasn't expecting to see you today." She smiled. "Although I was glad to hear that you and your mother are coming by tomorrow for that dinner."

"Yes, I was glad that there was a time that could work for all of us," I said, only bending the truth a bit. I wasn't sure how I felt about spending more time around Emma, but being with both Mom and Mrs. Barnes would be a pretty nice thing.

"You're looking good, Mrs. Barnes," I said, smiling at her as we sat down on opposite sides of the kitchen table.

"Oh, you think so?" Mrs. Barnes said, running a hand through her styled red hair. "Well, a woman enjoys looking pretty from time to time, you know? Even when there's nobody around to look pretty for."

"Oh, that hardly seems fair," I said, recognizing a chance when I saw it. "I'm sure someone like you must be getting a lot of attention from other people."

Mrs. Barnes snorted in a non-too ladylike way. She shook her head before meeting my gaze.

"Well, there's the attention I want and there's the attention I get," she said. "I'm sure you'll learn the difference in time."

Oh, I was already well aware of the difference. But now didn't seem like a good time to get into that. Instead, I just smiled as best as I could at her and tried to look as pretty as I could.

I had gotten some help with that, from Mom and Yolanda and Liz, though I hadn't told all of them all of the truth. Just that I was ready to start to try looking feminine. Mom had been very glad to help me with that, Yolanda had given me a knowing smirk and a few tips that I could only try out in private and Liz had almost physically dragged me in front of a makeup mirror.

And it had worked, to a really surprising extent. I couldn't quite believe that I looked this good. It had taken a lot of work to look this good and it was going to take a lot of work every time I wanted to do it again, but at least it had a pretty strong effect.

"I'm interested in hearing whatever it is you want to talk about," I said, leaning forward. With some girls, that might have given them a chance to flash their cleavage. For me, it was just some movement. "I do like you, Mrs. Barnes."

"You can call me Zoe, Taylor," Mrs. Barnes, Zoe, said. "Anyway, what do I want to talk about?" She stared above my head for a moment while I waited patiently. Then she lowered her gaze back down to me. "Well, do you remember when we were talking about your needs, now that you've hit puberty?"

I nodded, my heart beating faster in my chest. If this was going where I thought it was, then, well, fuck yes, this was going to be great!

"I've been doing some thinking about that," Zoe said, not quite looking at me as she blushed in a very cute manner. "And I was wondering just what you would like to do if you heard that I was interested in helping you out?" She coughed into her hand, mimicking my own gesture. "I know how… stressed teenagers can be if they don't get an outlet for their urges. I wouldn't like to think of you suffering because you can't get some relief."

I was getting quite a bit of relief every single day from Liz and Yolanda. I wasn't going to bring that up, though, because duh. This was a great chance, an amazing chance. And there was the fact that what I was thinking about was obviously what Zoe wanted to have happen, too. How could I turn down a chance like this when it was just dumped into my lap?

"I would like that," I said, nodding. "You're a very pretty woman… Zoe." I looked her in the eyes. "I think that being able to spend time with you, like what you're talking about, would be really sweet and special."

Zoe smiled. She also looked kind of embarrassed, but that made sense, given what she was proposing and the relationship the two of us had. She cleared her thought, standing up from the kitchen table and starting to pace back and forth.

"Then, well, I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything that you're not ready for," Zoe said, obviously unaware that I had spent an enjoyable ninety minutes yesterday with Yolanda, exploring the joys of anal sex with a hot, pregnant, black woman. "But I think that it might be a good idea if I helped guide you along and showed you how to properly…" she went on and on. Obviously being married to a lawyer had rubbed off on her. I nodded and stood up, getting close to her and cutting her off.

"I know what you're trying to say, Zoe," I said, smiling up at her. "And I want what you're offering me." I blushed a bit. "I think it would feel really good."

Zoe nodded stiffly, looking like she was going to start sweating like a stuck pig. I wrapped my arm around her and leaned in for a gentle kiss. Lips only, no tongue.

And that was still enough to feel really good. Zoe melted into my kiss and put her own hand on my shoulder. We kissed for a long while before she finally pulled back, shaking her head and coughing.

"Ah, no, um, Taylor," Zoe said, stammering in an adorable manner. "This is just, um, it's just about making sure that you can think clearly." She glanced down at my crotch. "That way you can figure out who you want to date instead of just going for the first girl with a pretty smile."

Okay, maybe we weren't going to be going all the way today. But I was still fine with that. I could still think of some really fun things for the two of us to do together. And from the blush on Zoe's cheeks, she was thinking of some of the same things, not quite looking me in the eye as she led me from the kitchen into the living room.

We both sat down on the couch. Zoe was very close to me. Very, very close. It was pretty exciting, actually. Feeling her pressing against my side, looking down at me with a sparkle in her eyes as she stared. It made me feel very… turned on, actually. I could feel my dick starting to get hard inside of jeans as I looked up at her.

Then she rested a hand on my crotch. I shivered, feeling her pressing down on my rod. I rested my own hand on her inner thigh, pressing against the orange patterned skirt she wore. We had almost identical looks of lust on our faces. I could tell that even though her mind wasn't ready for us to go all the way together, her body was aching with desire. Oh man, how I longed to fulfill that desire, to take care of her in just the right way.

"Is there anything you like to think about, when you're feeling… pent up?" Zoe asked, her voice low, husky and seductive.

"Yes," I said, nodding. "I like to think about, well, pretty girls," I shifted from side to side, wondering just how much I should be sharing right now. It was hard to think clearly when I was feeling this turned on.

"What are those girls doing?" Zoe asked.

I paused a second before answering, looking down at Zoe's cleavage. It was some great cleavage, really. All of the mothers I had seduced had great bodies, when you got down to it. I was really lucky.

"They're naked, I'm naked," I said, as the sound of my zipper being pulled down underscored my words. "And we're, well, having sex." I shifted from side to side, doing my best to help Zoe get access to my dick, pulling my jeans and panties down a bit. "It's really hot."

"What do these girls look like?" Zoe asked. "And are there more than one of them?" She wasn't even staring at me anymore, instead, looking straight down at my cock.

"Sometimes," I said, nodding. "Sometimes it's a whole bunch of them, sometimes, it's just me and one of them. And they look like all sorts of stuff." I decided to be honest instead of just dropping references to Yolanda and Liz. "They're black and white and Asian and some of them are short and some of them are tall and they all look so sexy."

Zoe nodded, making a sound in the back of her throat as she kept on gliding her hand up and down along my dick. It felt really good and I shivered, feeling my rod pulsing in her grip. I stared down at her, feeling a heat and a need building up inside of my chest as I stared down at her.

It was a good thing that I was getting to have sex (and blowjobs, titfucks, all that) on such a regular basis. If I only had my hand to relieve myself with, then Zoe's handjob technique would have ensured that I only lasted for a miserably short time. As it was, I was able to enjoy it. And I was really, really enjoying this. It felt great, feeling her hand gliding up and down along my shaft and seeing such a beautiful woman studying my rod so intently.

"Beautiful women are very attractive, yes," Zoe said, not bringing her face up from studying my dick. She was so close that I could feel her breath washing over my rod every second. "And I'm sure a young girl like you has plenty of things she likes to think about doing to them."

Lust was just dripping off of her voice. I was sure that her panties were so soaked that they were sticking to her now. I wished I could see that, but for now I was going to play the good, innocent girl and let the wise old woman guide me in the ways of sex.

"Sometimes it's women I know," I said. After all, how often had I thought about Liz, Zoe and Yolanda all teaming up together to have an orgy with me? Heck, once or twice, I had even entertained the idea of fucking one of the mothers while the daughter was made to watch. I didn't often feel that vindictive, though. "Sometimes, it's people I see in movies. Sometimes it's just characters I come up with in my own head."

"It sounds like you have a very abundant wellspring to draw upon," Zoe said, looking up at me. She looked so hot right now. "I'm going to see if the daydreams match up to reality."

Oh, I already knew the answer to that. Masturbating to the thought of sex was never as good as actual sex. I had learned that lesson time and time again with Yolanda and Liz.

Zoe was still pumping her hand up and down along my shaft, stroking it and making it feel wonderful. I shivered, feeling sweat popping out all over my body as she worked on my dick. Man, how were her skills still so sharp? It wasn't as if she was giving Emma handjobs or anything. For a bunch of different reasons.

Well, whatever the cause, I was just glad to feel her keep on working my dick. By now, my jeans and panties had been kicked so far down that she had access to my balls as well. She was gently cupping them, lightly squeezing them as she kept on stroking my rod.

I focused on my breathing, looking down at her as she bent over my shaft. Oh, she looked so hot. I wanted to pick her up, bring her down to the floor and start screwing her on the carpet, right then and there. I knew that we would both enjoy it a ton.

But the time just wasn't quite right for that yet. I had to be patient and wait. I hated waiting, though at least the handjob was still a pretty good second-best.

"How flexible are you, Taylor?" Zoe asked, glancing up at me.

"Um, you mean physically?" I asked, getting a nod. "I'm alright, I guess? I can touch my toes without bending my knees."

"I see," Zoe said. "So you've never gotten a blowjob before, just a handjob when you masturbate."

Oh, I'd gotten plenty of blowjobs. I had facefucked both Yolanda and Liz, making them deepthroat my dick as they moaned underneath me. It would be a bit difficult to tell Zoe that. So instead I went with the truth.

"Um, that's right," I said. "When I masturbate, I use my hand."

And that was true. That was completely and utterly true. It was just that I had sex with Liz or Yolanda about three times for every two times I masturbated and sex with them was always more fulfilling than masturbating, no matter how kinky of a fantasy I dreamed up while I was in my bed.

"Then this will be a brand new experience for you," Zoe said, taking a deep breath.

Then she lowered her head, wrapping her mouth around my cock. It felt great and I moaned, throwing my head back and staring upwards. A tremor ran through my entire body as I felt Zoe's warm, soft lips pressing down around my shaft as she steadily went lower and lower down.

Zoe managed to get halfway before stopping. And that was actually further down than I would have thought she could have managed. I didn't say anything one way or another. I was too busy enjoying the feeling of her tongue pressing against and wrapping around my shaft. I rested a hand on top of Zoe's head. I wasn't going to force her further down onto my shaft, but I just liked the contact. It felt nice.

Zoe was as good as Yolanda and Liz were, I'd say. They could all make me feel really good as they gave me blowjobs. Of course, I could do the exact same to them, giving them an orgasm when I ate them out. Should I offer to do the same to Zoe when she was done with me?

I'd decide that later. Right now, I was fine with just having Zoe bobbing up and down along my cock, her skilled tongue and warm mouth making me feel really good as she went up and down along my rod.

For a while, I toyed with one of my favorite fantasies. Yolanda and Liz, both of them very pregnant, presenting their daughters for me, holding Sophia and Madison against their swollen stomachs so I could look over both of their naked forms. And decide which one I was going to fuck first.

That was a really fucked up fantasy on all sorts of levels, I knew. But it was one that I really enjoyed, even though it was obviously never going to happen. But it sure did add a certain spark of excitement to what I was feeling as I got a blowjob from a woman I had known for almost my entire life.

"It feels great, Zoe," I said, barely remembering to call her that instead of Mrs. Barnes. "You're so good at this."

Zoe gave me a thumbs-up. And she kept on going. I relaxed and let her do whatever she wanted to my cock. She was certainly skilled enough to make me feel good as she sucked my cock, bobbing up and down along it with a quick pace. Man, what a good cocksucker she was. That was a thought that I was probably only going to share once she had gotten a lot more used to taking my dick in her mouth, though.

I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. I wasn't going to cum as quickly as Zoe thought I was. That was what happened when I got a pair of hot MILFs working over my cock a couple of times a week. Not together, sadly, because I was sure that Yolanda and Liz would hit it off together if they ever did spend time together. And, also, threesome with me and the two hot women I was fucking, that had to be awesome.

The thing was, I had a lot of sexual stamina. I was looking forward to getting to show that off to Zoe at a later date when that stamina would translate into her pleasure. But for right now, I just had to sit back and enjoy the show as my orgasm steadily built up inside of me, rising closer and closer to the surface as Zoe kept on bobbing up and down along my dick.

I ran my eyes along Zoe's body. I couldn't see that much from this position, but I could see her butt. Her blouse had gotten pulled up slightly as she bent over my lap, so I could not only see the slight swell of her ass that was visible from here, I could also see the top of her panties. It looked like she was wearing a nice white pair. I was sure that it was clinging to her body quite tightly, in a very erotic manner. Was I going to get to see it today? Probably not, no.

Oh well, I was just getting a very skilled blowjob from a very hot woman. I thought that I was going to be able to live with that.

As Zoe kept on going, I could finally feel my orgasm starting to rise inside of me instead of just getting to enjoy having my hard cock tended to. I groaned and shifted around on my seat on the couch, looking down at Zoe.

"I'm going to cum, Zoe," I said softly. "I'm going to be cumming soon."

Zoe looked up at me, almost pulling her mouth off of my cock. She nodded fractionally and then went back to sucking me off. She actually started moving even faster now, doing her utmost to get me off. The lewd sounds of her mouth bobbing up and down my shaft filled the room and I was sure that if Emma had been home and on the first floor of her house, she would certainly have heard and known what we were doing. That was a nice thought.

A nicer thought was what it would feel like to be inside of Zoe's pussy. That was the thought that actually carried me over into an orgasm. I gasped as I felt my cock twitching inside of Zoe's mouth, the orgasm forming and I wasn't remotely able to stop it. Or remotely interested in trying.

My hand tightened on the back of Zoe's head, feeling the hair pressing against my palm. Then I started to fill her mouth up, my dick pulsing and twitching as shot after shot of semen flowed from my balls, through my dick and into Zoe's mouth.

Zoe stayed right where she was, even though I wasn't using anywhere near enough force to keep her head down, her mouth wrapped around my crotch. She wanted to be there. She wanted to taste my cum as it filled her mouth. And I wasn't going to stop her, either. I just let my dick unload, pouring every bit of semen I had stored up into her mouth as I felt the orgasm washing through me.

This was a great blowjob and I was so very glad that Emma's mother was giving it to me. I didn't want to miss out on how good it was for Zoe, either, and looked down at her face. She had a bit of a dazed look on her face as she swallowed.

And that was a pretty nice feeling, feeling her tongue working against my shaft as she sent some of the cum I had poured into her mouth down into her stomach. It gave me a nice shiver at the thought of how horny she must be and how often she had to practice her blowjob skills (on a toy? With a man? Who knew?)

"That felt great, Zoe," I said, smiling down at her as she slowly recovered from what I had put her through. "You were really good at that."

"Ah, um, well," she said, her voice a bit thick as she swallowed some more of the semen and ran her hand across her mouth. She stared down at it for a second before looking around for something to wipe it on. "I wouldn't want to see you suffering, Taylor. It's important that you get to make important decisions with a clear head."

I nodded. I could agree with that. I had noticed, before, what I thought about and did when I was horny and looking forward to visiting Yolanda and Liz versus what I thought about and did when I was just looking forward visiting Yolanda and Liz.

Zoe sat back upright, cleaning her mouth and swallowing a bit more. Except for the slowly fading flush on her cheeks, you could almost think that she hadn't been giving me a blowjob at all. Well, except for my dick still hanging out in the open. I reached down and covered that up, making myself presentable.

"Thanks again, Zoe," I said, taking her hand and shaking it. "I really do feel better now."

In fact, I was feeling so good that it was a good thing that I wouldn't be seeing Yolanda for a few more hours. I was going to need some time to recharge and get a nice load of cum back in my balls. Yolanda really liked having some cum spurted on her skin and I really liked seeing my white cum standing out against her black skin. So I was going to need to somehow get a lot of semen stored up to properly decorate her increasingly large belly.

"If you ever feel like you're pent up and need some relief," Zoe said, looking at me and resting a hand on my shoulder, "just come and visit me, okay, Taylor? I'll help you with your problems."

I nodded. I was certainly going to take her up on that offer and see just how far it could go, as well. After all, if she would give me a blowjob, why not give me a titfuck? And if she could give me a titfuck, why not let me have a go at the sweet, wet pussy of hers?

"Oh!" Zoe said as her phone buzzed. She reached over to the endtable and examined it. "I'm sorry, Taylor, this is Anne. You don't mind if I take it, do you?"

"No, no," I said, knowing that it wouldn't have mattered if I said yes, since she was already lifting the phone up to her ear. "Actually, I need to be heading out, anyway."

"Hi, darling," Zoe said, giving me a smile and a thumbs up in acknowledgment. "How are you?"

I could hear Anne's voice but not what she was saying on the phone. I stood up, looking around to make sure that I had all of my stuff with me. Zoe stood up as well and walked me to the door. As I opened it, she tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked around, just in time to see her pull her blouse up, revealing her large breasts sitting snugly inside of her bra. I stared for a good long while, my jaw hanging open and my dick fitfully stirring to life inside of my pants as I looked. Then Zoe pulled her shirt back down with a smirk on her face, hiding those wonderful boobies away.

I left the house in a bit of a daze, a big smile forming on my face as I left. I was feeling good. Both about what had just happened and what the odds of this going even further were.

Now, I just needed to get through this dinner with the entire Barnes family and my mom tomorrow. But how hard could that be?

I wasn't able to keep myself from glaring at Emma. At least my normal expression was pretty close to a scowl already, so it wasn't that obvious that I was shooting daggers at her. Emma, on the other hand, was even more obviously pissed than I was that I was here, sitting at her dining room table, eating her food.

And the rest of the dinner party were picking up on that. Mom, sitting across from me, was looking between me, Emma and Zoe with a concerned expression on her face. I didn't like that I was causing her to worry, but I also didn't care enough to give up on glaring at Emma. And if Emma even noticed that anyone else had noticed she was trying to set me on fire with her mind, she cared even less than I did.

"It's really good to see you again, Taylor, Mrs. Hebert," Anne said, her voice bright and artificial as she toyed with the mashed potatoes on her plate. "It seems like it's been years since I've seen either of you. Right, Mom?"

"Yes, I've been seeing Taylor a bit more often in the past few weeks," Zoe said.

That made Emma look away from me at her mom, her eyes going wide for a minute. When she looked back at me, she looked even more pissed. So, the dots were finally connecting, huh? She was realizing that I was going to do the same to her and her mother as I had done to Madison and Liz and Sophia and Yolanda? And that her mother was going to enjoy it just as much as the other two had?

"Really?" Emma asked, her voice trying to sound poisonously sweet, but just sounding weird instead. "Why, Taylor, I had no idea that you had time to spare to come over here without me."

It was kind of amusing to think that Zoe thought she had seduced me when I had come here to seduce her. I was certain she was getting a thrill out of the whole idea, so why ruin it for her by telling her that I was seducing her to knock her up and get revenge on Emma?

"I've always had some very good memories here," I said as levelly as I could, even as I squeezed down on the fork I was holding as my other hand clutched my knee. "It's just a pity that school isn't so welcoming."

"You get treated at the school the way you deserve to be," Emma said, venom slipping into her voice. She noticed as much and coughed slightly. "That's just the way it goes, that's how everybody gets treated. You, me, Anne, our parents when they were young, right?"

"Oh, I don't know about that," Zoe said, staring off into space a bit before shaking her head. "Back then, if you weren't the right sort, school could be really… well, I'm sure things have changed for the better."

I stared at her, wondering just what the story behind all of that was. Then I looked back at Emma. She was looking at her mom and then she looked at me, the hatred and contempt she felt written all over her face. I was a bit better at hiding my emotions, so I only looked disgruntled. It was still really obvious and I could see Mom looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

"Is school going alright for the two of you?" Mom asked, swinging her head back and forth to look at the both of us.

"Oh, it's going just fine," Emma said. "There's a vermin problem, but me and my friends do our best to stomp down on it."

That wasn't as smooth as Emma's barbs usually were. Everyone looked at her, Anne with a puzzled expression on her face.

"There's some puffed up bullies at school who think that they can get away with anything they want to," I said, staring at Emma, pouring every scrap of courage I had into confronting her like this instead of sneaking around behind her back to seduce her mother. "But I'm pretty certain they're going to learn an important lesson soon about how to treat people correctly."

"Wait, have you been getting bullied, Taylor?" Mom asked, sounding shocked and hurt. "By who? Why haven't you been telling me about this?"

I couldn't help myself. My gaze flashed over to Emma. Mom followed my gaze and gasped. Then she got pissed. I wasn't certain if I had ever seen her looking so angry before.

"Emma?" Mom asked, sounding as if she had just been slapped.

"What?" Emma asked defensively, crossing her arms underneath her chest. "What does it matter if I have some fun with her? Who cares?"

"I do," I snapped, glaring at her and pushing my glasses further up my face. I could tell that the others were staring at the two of us and that Zoe and Anne looked bewildered and lost. "How many times did I ask, did I beg for you to stop and you just laughed and had Sophia punch me?" Hot tears were welling up in my eyes and I angrily wiped my sleeve across my face.

"Oh, bo ho," Emma sneered, glaring right back at me. "Maybe you should have actually gotten mad instead of just turning on the waterworks whenever I had a little chat with you!"

"Like you would ever have listened no matter what I did, you bitch," I said, barely keeping myself in my chair instead of reaching across the table to slap Emma.

"Mom," Emma said, turning in her chair to look at Zoe, who had an expression of sick revulsion on her face, "are you going to let her talk to your daughter like that?"

"Is it true?" Anne asked, leaning across the table to glare at Emma. "Is Taylor telling the truth?"

"Does it matter?" Emma shot back, getting a pissed look on her face as she glared first at me and then at her sister. "What matters is that she's insulting us in our own home. Do you think that's right?"

"Emma, that's enough," Zoe snapped. I hadn't heard that note of command in her voice for over half a decade. "Is that why Taylor hasn't been coming by?"

"Yes, of course it's true!" Emma snarled right back, glaring up at her mother. "Why do you care? I'm your daughter, not her! That means you should be protecting me, not wasting time with her." Her fist was wrapped tightly around a butter knife. "Dad always cared about me."

"No, Emma," Zoe said, her voice suddenly as cold and harsh as the artic. "Go to your room right now." She pointed at the stairs as she stood up, glaring down at Emma. "We will be talking about this later."

Emma glared at Zoe and then at me. Then she threw her silverware down onto the table with a clatter and stalked to the stairs, keeping an evil eye on me the entire way. I twisted in my seat to watch her go, a sick anger bubbling up inside of me the entire way.

"Taylor, Annette, I am so, so sorry about this," Zoe said, her voice trembling and spots of red standing out on her pale cheeks. "If I had the slightest idea, I would-," she didn't say anything more and slumped down to her seat, shaking her head as she stared down at her half-eaten meal.

"I, um, yes," Mom said, standing up and stepping away from the table. "It seems that we all have a lot to talk about, Zoe. Taylor and I will be going home now." Her voice was very calm and very flat and very controlled.

I nodded, sliding out from my seat as well. Anne gave me a weak smile before leaning over to whisper something underneath her breath to her mother. I waved back before I started to follow Mom out to her car. Oh boy. This was porbably going to be an easier conversation than what Emma and Zoe would be going through, but I still was not looking forward to it at all.

Zoe looked pretty ill at ease as she opened up the door. It was early in the afternoon and I had just come by from Liz's place. She had given me some good advice, to the extent that I told her what was really going on.

"Taylor," Zoe said, swallowing and not quite looking me in the eye. "It's… good to see you again. Real good."

"I like seeing you too, Zoe," I said, carefully watching her to see how she responded to me using her first name. "Even with… all of that."

She nodded and stepped backwards, letting me come inside. I looked around, though my swarm had already told me that Emma was up in her room. It made me feel a bit uneasy about stepping inside the same house that Emma was in, but I shoved that worry back down and came inside.

"Taylor," Zoe said, taking a deep breath and looking me in the eyes, "I'd like to say how sorry I am for what I learned last week. To think that my Emma," she wiped her eyes and looked away. Despite myself and what I felt on the topic of Emma, I did feel sorry for her and nodded. "I thought we had raised her better than that, but to-." She cut herself off and turned away.

I reached forward and rested a hand on her shoulder. She jerked a bit but didn't pull away.

"I," I paused, trying to think of what I wanted to say and how to say it, "I know how difficult it must have been to hear what was going on," I said. "I probably should have told you earlier, but, well, you're Emma's mother and I'm…" I trailed off, not sure where I was going with this or how I wanted to finish it.

"No, don't say that," Zoe said, shaking her head. "Just because she's my daughter doesn't mean that she can do anything she pleases. Certainly not to you." She shook her head back and forth. "I've grounded her for the next month, but is that really enough?" She reached forward and pulled me into a very tight hug. I actually wheezed a bit, feeling the arms pressing down on me as she hugged me. "Oh, what did I do wrong with her?"

That was a rhetorical question and not one I had an answer to anyway. Instead, I just hugged her in return. It wasn't even an erotic situation. It was just the two of us holding each other.

Zoe was short enough that she could actually bury her face in my shoulder as I held her. I could feel her body twitching and jerking, but I wasn't able to think of anything I could do but hold on to her, waiting for her to say something that I could respond to.

"You must think that I'm a horrible mother, don't you?" Zoe asked, speaking directly into my shirt. "Letting Emma get away with this for so long, not doing a thing to stop her, to make her behave like she should."

I opened and closed my mouth. Honestly, I had almost never really thought about what kind of parent the mothers of the three bullies were like. I'd always blamed the trio for how they treated me, not their home life. After all, I knew what kind of parents Mr. and Mrs. Barnes had been, so it made it hard for me to actually blame them for how Emma had turned out.

"I," I said, trying to gather my thoughts, "I think that Emma's her own person and she makes her own choices."

"That's… very sweet of you, Taylor," Zoe said, pulling back and wiping at her eyes. She gave me a sad smile. "I don't know if I would have any forgiveness in my heart if I learned that you had been doing something like that to Emma." She sighed heavily. "And what is Annette going to say when we talk to each other?" She shook her head and held it in her hands. "Oh, sometimes I just want to forget any of this ever happened."

"Is there something I can do to make you feel better?" I asked, running a hand up and down her back, racking my brains to think of something that wasn't sex.

"Just- sit with me for a while, will you?" Zoe asked, leading me to the back of the house and stepping outside onto the back porch.

I sat with her, both of us taking one of the deck chairs and looking at over the lawn. Zoe propped her chin up on her hand as she moodily stared out. I wondered if she was actually seeing anything out there or if she was just entirely lost in her own thoughts.

I reached over and rested my hand on her knee. When she glanced at me, I smiled as encouragingly as I could. She gave me a nod and a flicker of a smile of her own, before turning back to looking at the yard, the fence and the house beyond it.

"I just want to turn my brain off," Zoe said after a while. "And get away from all of this." She sighed heavily. "I suppose whiskey would do the trick," she saw me flinching out of the corner of her eye. "Yes, that wouldn't be a good idea, I know." She turned her head to look at me. "So what would you suggest, Taylor?"

What would I suggest? Sex just didn't seem like the right thing to suggest right now. Not with how upset Zoe obviously. But I also wasn't able to think of anything else that she might want to hear. I swallowed and just squeezed her knee as my mind raced.

"Fuck it," Zoe said, running a hand through her hair. "I know what can switch my brain off." She stood up and then sat down on my lap. That put her head at the same level as mine. "You can treat me the way I deserve, Taylor." She wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands loosely hanging behind my back. "Just do a good enough job that I can't think when you're done."

I swallowed again. That was… quite the request. I was pretty certain I was up for making it happen, but that didn't mean that it might not be a bit of challenge. But, well… okay, even with the dismal mood that had been hanging around inside the house when I arrived, I was still really close to a hot woman that I had been lusting after. And I was a teenager. I was getting turned on.

"I," I swallowed and moved my own hands to grab onto her hips, "I can do that, Zoe."

"Good," Zoe said, sighing heavily. "Let's go up to my bedroom. We can… properly relax up there."

I nodded and waited for her to slide off of my lap. Then I started to follow her upstairs, wondering if she had already been hitting the whiskey today. I couldn't smell anything on her breath, but this didn't quite seem like the kind of thing that someone who was thinking normally would come up with. On the other hand, I had read the phrase drunk with despair in books before, so maybe it was something like that.

At any rate, I closed the door to the master bedroom behind me as I stepped into the room after Zoe. The bedroom was pretty big, taking up a good twenty percent of the upper floor of the house. Even the quite large bed up against one wall seemed dwarfed by the rest of the room. But it should still be large enough for me and Zoe.

"I'm yours, Taylor," Zoe said, pressing herself up against me. I was a lot more aware, this time, of feeling her breasts pressing against me through her sweater. "I don't know what you like to masturbate to, but just do a good job of it with me, okay?"

I nodded and wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I actually had a few ideas that I had wanted to try out for a while, but had never been able to bring up to Yolanda and Liz. So this might as well be the perfect time to try them out. I just hoped that Zoe would still be okay with them once she got back into a normal headspace.

"Then, get naked, Zoe," I said, looking her in the eyes. "I don't want to see a single bit of clothing on you."

Zoe nodded and pulled back from me. She reached down and started to strip. I put my hands behind my back and squeezed them a bit nervously. This was being a dominatrix, wasn't it? I had gotten kind of bossy with Yolanda and Liz, but this was going to be a bit beyond that, wasn't it?

Well, it was also going to be fun, I was pretty sure. So I tried to look impassive and in control as I looked at Zoe as she stripped naked. She didn't put on much of a show, but she was so hot that I didn't really mind.

And Zoe naked was even better than I had thought it might be. I smiled as I stared at her. She wasn't trying to cover herself up, hide any part of her body behind her hands. I could see every single detail as I circled around her. She looked so hot. Her breasts were nice and big, her ass was a delicious heart shape, her thighs were nice and thick and her face was so beautiful.

"You look good, Zoe," I said, stepping up behind her and putting a hand on her shoulder. I could feel her trembling, just a little bit, underneath my touch. Okay, this next bit was either really going to strike a chord with her or be way too far and I wasn't going to know until I actually said it. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. "Maybe you should have spent more time watching your daughter than trying to tart yourself up."

Zoe twitched at that and gasped. I looked her in the face. She looked hurt, but there was also a look of arousal that was spreading across her face that really turned me on as I looked at her.

"I'm sorry, Taylor," Zoe said. "I'm sorry that I'm such a bad mother and that I ended up hurting you. Please," she shivered. "Please let me make it up to you."

"Spread your legs," I said, glancing down at her pussy and her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "Spread them as far apart as you can."

Zoe did so, wobbling from side to side a bit as she did so. I looked her over, feeling my dick start to get hard inside of my jeans as I looked at her. Man, she was just so hot. I shivered, enjoying the sight. Then I went down to one knee, to get a better look at her pussy. With how far apart she was spreading her legs, I could see her pussy being forced to open up, just a little bit. It was hot and the fact that she was doing this because I was ordering her to made it a lot hotter.

"You can undress me," I said, standing back up. "And you don't need to talk while you're doing so."

Zoe opened her mouth but then caught herself and just nodded. She stepped forward and started to carefully strip me out of my own clothing. I kind of wished that I had dressed up and worn something more exciting to this. I hadn't known that I would be coming here to finally have sex with Zoe, of course, but still.

Zoe finished stripping me and carefully put my clothing to the side. I was struck by the difference in our attitudes, even though we were both naked. Zoe seemed almost ashamed of her nakedness in front of me, though that could be shame from some of the other stuff in her life. While I actually felt pretty confident in being naked. And Zoe had a far more attractive body than I did. By miles, really.

I stepped up to Zoe and kissed her. One hand went to her hip, squeezing down possessively on it while the other was clutching her shoulder, keeping her from doing anything like pulling away. Not that I thought that she was actually interested in doing that in the first place.

Zoe responded to my kiss, though she was very submissive about it, letting me do anything I wanted to her without really trying to put up a fight. I stuck my tongue in between her lips, exploring the insides of her mouth and claiming her, dominating her, seeing just what I could do to her. Everything it seemed. Her hands had come up to grab at my sides, squeezing down lightly on my ribs. Honestly, I could barely even feel them.

Then we were separating as I drove her backwards to the bed. Luckily, there wasn't a footboard at the end to trip her up. She just went down onto her butt, staring up at me with an expression that had so many emotions in it that I couldn't even try to figure them all out. Lust and worry were there, but the others? Too complex for me to really get a handle on them.

And it didn't much matter. I was going to do my best to make sure that Zoe didn't need to think about anything for a while. I would tell her what to do, she would do it and that would be enough for her, right? I was pretty sure of that, at least.

"Suck my cock," I said, reaching down to give my stiff dick a few strokes. "Make me feel good, Zoe."

Zoe nodded, still not saying anything. Did she think she was still under orders not to speak, or did she just not have anything to say? Either way, she reached down and wrapped a hand around my cock. Then she started to stroke my shaft, pumping up and down along it, making me feel good. I shivered in satisfaction, looking down at her as she worked.

"You may not be able to keep your daughter in line, but at least you can suck dick like a champion," I said, resting my hand on top of her head. This time, though, I did more than just leave it there. My fingers clenched down, grabbing the top of her skull through her hair. "Emma hurt me more times than I count. So I'd say you owe me, let's call it a hundred blowjobs. Does that seem fair?"

"Yes, Taylor," Zoe said quietly. "I'll do anything to make this right."

I nodded, wondering how to spin knocking Zoe up as a way to make things right. Giving Zoe the chance to try again and see if she could make her third daughter more like Anne than Emma? It might be worth a shot.

For now, though, I was fine with having Zoe sucking my cock, bobbing up and down along my dick and making me feel really good. Even though she was obviously an emotional mess, her skill at sucking cock was just as good as the first time she had given me a blowjob. I was feeling fine, and my dick was as hard as a rock inside of her mouth as she went up and down along my shaft.

Her other hand was resting on her knee. I looked down at that and wondered if I should order her to masturbate. It might depend on how turned on she was right now. But it could also be really hot. I had always liked when Yolanda and Liz had touched themselves while they were giving me blowjobs. Knowing that they were getting pleasure out of this just like I was had always been a hot thought.

I tabled the thought for now and instead focused on the mouth that was bobbing up and down my cock. Even without masturbating, Zoe still looked really good as she took care of me. Really, really good. I shivered as I watched her sucking my cock, doing her absolute best to make me feel as good as I could, out of a desperate need to try and make things right.

Geez, it kind of made me sound like the bad guy here. But she was upset over something Emma had done to me on her own, no matter how much I had hated it and tried to get away. So I was going to let Zoe do everything she could to try and make me feel better.

And she was doing a really good job of that, I had to admit. I was feeling fine as she kept on bobbing up and down along my shaft, reaching about as far down as she had last time. Maybe she just wasn't up for deepthroating a dick. That was understandable, of course. I knew that I sure wouldn't be able to deepthroat a cock, not that I ever planned to be in a position to find out.

My shaft was feeling really good. I was going to cum soon. And I decided, right then and there, that I was going to cum on Zoe's face. Because why shouldn't I?

"Okay, Zoe," I said, pushing her head back. "Get ready for a facial."

Zoe pulled her mouth off of my dick and looked up at me. She still looked kind of sad, but she also looked pretty turned on. The latter was enough to send a shiver through me as I quickly pumped my hand up and down along my dick.

Then I started to cover her face with my cum. She looked good like that, but my experience online had confirmed that almost any girl looked good with cum on her face and my own life had confirmed that any girl (Yolanda and Liz) looked good with my cum on their face.

I shivered as I finished spreading my semen across her face. I actually had a pretty good load built up, not having had sex yesterday. So that meant there was a bunch to spread across Zoe's face, from chin to forehead. It looked great on her and I could hear her panting as she felt the semen sticking to her skin.

"Wow," I said. "I mean, wow." I chuckled. "Do you know what you look like right now?"

"A whore," Zoe said, making me raise my eyebrows. I was going to say a hot woman. "I'm nothing but a nasty, cock-sucking whore who's so much of a slut that I don't notice anything going on so I can spend more time masturbating."

O…kay, maybe Zoe needed the kind of help I wasn't really able to provide. But that might be a problem for later. Right now, I was just going to do my best to help her turn her brain off.

"That's… right," I said, giving her a bit of a look. "Now, clean that cum off of your face, whore."

Obviously, without a towel nearby, Zoe would have had to use her hands to get her face clear. But I had thought that she might just wipe her fingers clean on her stomach or something. Instead, she went straight to licking them off, sticking each finger into her mouth and giving it a good lick up and down.

Wow, that was hot. I was starting to suspect, somehow, that Zoe might have a blowjob fetish. Just something that was niggling at the back of my mind, for some reason.

Well, I probably wasn't going to give her the chance for another blowjob soon, but there was still something else I could do. I got down on the bed and pressed myself up behind her. Zoe stirred and looked over her shoulder at me as I rubbed the back of her neck.

"Taylor?" She asked quietly as I looked down at her.

"Shh," I said, resting a finger on her lips. "You don't need to talk. You don't need to think. You just need to do what you're told. Think you can do that for me, Zoe?"

Zoe nodded after a second. I took a deep breath. I was really hoping that all of the porn I had read and watched was, in the aggregate, accurate, because I was going to have to be some weird kind of dominatrix to Zoe if she wanted to feel better than she was.

"On your hands and knees," I said, moving my hand down to get a brief grope of her breast in. "Let me see you on all fours."

Zoe did as she was told, getting on all fours, facing the head of her bed. I stayed off on one side, admiring how her breasts hung down underneath her body. She looked nice like this. She looked really nice, especially when I moved back a bit and could see her butt and her spread legs, showing off her pussy. What a nice sight.

I could feel myself getting turned on again as I looked at her. The tingles that were running through me felt wonderful and I licked my lips as I studied Zoe's pussy closely. Then I ran a finger back and forth along it, seeing what would happen.

Zoe made a soft sound in the back of her throat. She was aroused, but it was obvious that she could be a lot more turned on. Well, it was always pretty fun to fix that. I straightened back up and looked down at her back. I brushed the hair off to one side of her body and then leaned forward. One hand went down to her breasts and the other went down to her pussy.

Zoe really had nice breasts. I hadn't gotten nearly as much time with them as I wanted to in that half-second grope a minute ago. Now, though, I could take my time, as these breasts so obviously deserved. I licked my lips as I worked, feeling the large, soft mounds squishing around a bit underneath my hand. I found a nipple and lightly pinched it. That got another nice sound. And as I kept on working, I could feel it getting harder and harder in my hand.

My other hand was pretty busy making sure that Zoe got as wet as she could before I slid into her. I did part of that by groping her butt and the other part by playing with her pussy. Both options felt great to me and I was looking forward to getting the chance to do it more fully at a later date, when Zoe was more… responsive, in general. Better able to enjoy what I was doing to her.

For now, though, I just kept on working, doing my best to get her turned on. Every now and then, my own hand went down to stroke my dick a bit, getting it harder and harder. But I was quite capable of getting erect just by the pleasure of playing with Zoe's body. I didn't need much more help.

"Look at this body," I said, my voice thick with lust as I squeezed the fat, jiggly ass. "Just look at it." I pushed one of Zoe's breasts to the side, pressing it against the other. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this."

"Please, Taylor," Zoe said, shivering, "please just do whatever you want with me. It will be okay."

"Oh, I will," I said, reaching back and spanking Zoe's butt. My voice got distracted as I looked at what happened after that, seeing the cheeks sway from side to side. I talked over Zoe's yelp. "You aren't going to do a thing but be my playtoy. Understand?"

Zoe nodded, shivering. I shook my head. Wow, this was really something. Something I was going to have to do my best to see through to the end, of course, and try and make Zoe feel good about herself when it was all over. And to start with, I was going to keep on spanking her as a little speech assembled itself inside my head.

"You know why I'm spanking you, right?" I asked, doing it again and again, switching hands as each started to smart. "You know why you deserve this?"

Zoe nodded, her head bobbing up and down. She didn't say anything, so I kept on going, wondering if it was actually possible to turn Zoe's ass from its current pale tone into something as red as even her faded hair. Or if I could stand to see Zoe in so much pain for as long as I thought that was going to take.

"You've been a bad mother to Emma, letting her get away with all of this. You need to be punished, to drive those bad ideas right out of your head," I continued, slapping her butt and watching the ripples shoot through her ass. It was a really hot sight and I kept on pausing every now and then to masturbate, pumping a hand up and down along my dick. I licked my lips as I kept on going, loving what I was seeing and doing to her. "And then, once I'm done with your punishment, we can see about how you'll make this right."

Zoe turned her head to look at me. She opened her mouth to say something but didn't. Instead, she just looked confused. I smiled as I slapped her ass again and again, making her moan and squeak and yelp.

"I'm going to knock you up, Zoe," I said, waving my dick from side to side. "I'm going to give you the chance to do this again but to do it right, to make sure that you raise your next daughter the way she should be raised."

Zoe shivered and whimpered at that. But she still didn't say anything. And when I let my hand drift down to her pussy, I found that it was wet and getting wetter. I landed a few more blows on her rear with my other hand and nodded in appreciation at just how wet I could feel her getting. Oh man, it was going to feel great when I finally started to fuck her and got some satisfaction of my own. Not that I was trying to imply that this wasn't a huge amount of fun on its own, of course. I could do this all day, or at least until my hands got so sore I couldn't even pick up a glass of water in them.

I got back down to work, looking at Zoe's ass as I spanked her. It was actually really fun to spank her, though if I did this in the future, I was going to need to bring a paddle or something. Maybe one of those rubber spatulas from the kitchen could work?

It took me a long while before I was finally satisfied that I was done spanking Zoe. Towards the end, most of my time was spent lightly caressing her skin before delivering a gentle slap to see if my hand had stopped being so sore (it hadn't). But at least Zoe's rear looked really pretty, with her butt all nice and red and pretty looking. I shivered as I looked down at her, my cock straining and aching with the need I had to fuck something, anything.

"How are you feeling, Zoe?" I asked, running my fingertips up along her spine.

"It hurts, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said.

Mis-what? I blinked, looking down at her and trying to think of how I was supposed to respond to that. Nothing came to mind and I nodded, trying to get my thoughts in order to decide- stuff. Stuff in general.

"Do you like the pain?" I asked, my mind reaching out and grabbing at various ideas I had heard from porn and read in stories.

"Yes, Mistress," Zoe said quietly.

Okay, that was still really weird to hear coming from her. I shook my head and decided to focus on something a bit more real. Namely, my erection. And if she was giving my a blowjob, then she wouldn't be able to talk at all and confuse me any more!

I got around to her front and rubbed my dick against her face. Almost instantly, she started trying to suck it, bobbing forward and wrapping her mouth around my rod. I let her, of course. It felt good to have her there, sucking my dick. I shivered as I watched her slowly slide down along my rod before sliding back up. Oh, what a lovely sensation. I licked my lips as I watched her go. I could see tears on her face, running down her cheeks, though she had actually stopped crying by now. I could still see the burning red of her upturned ass, though, even from here. I wondered how long it would take before she was able to sit down.

Right now, though, she didn't need to worry about that. She just needed to suck my cock and she was doing a great job of that. I loved how nice her mouth felt around my shaft as she went up and down along it, over and over again. Man, what an amazingly skilled cocksucker. I couldn't believe that Mr. Barnes had cheated on her when she was this good at taking care of a dick with her mouth.

As good as it felt, I didn't want to cum from it. I wanted to make sure that my (first) orgasm was inside her pussy, pumping her full of seed and making her feel so very full. Liz always had nice things to say about me cumming inside of her and I hoped that Zoe would enjoy the feeling of getting filled with my cum just as much.

So, after a good long while spent getting my dick sucked by someone who was really skilled and really eager to give me an excellent blowjob, I had to reluctantly pull myself backwards, letting my dick slip out from between Zoe's mouth. She panted a bit as I pulled out from her. She lifted her eyes and met my gaze. That actually made me pause for a moment. She actually looked upset. Really upset. I reached down and held the side of her head in one hand.

"Zoe," I said, trying to think of how to put what I wanted to say.

"Don't, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said, shivering a bit. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Just," she took a deep breath, "just do what you want with me. Use that dick on me and knock me up."

I nodded slowly before crawling around on the bed to get behind her. Her pussy looked amazing like this. So sweet and fuckable and ready for me to use. It was even good enough to get me to stop worrying about how she was acting. I reached down and grabbed her hips. Grabbing Zoe's ass would have been even better, but that seemed like it might hurt her too much for no real reward.

I brought my hips forward until the tip of my cock was resting against her pussy lips. They were really wet, which helped reassure me that this was all going to be okay. I took a deep breath and started to slide on in, pushing my hips forward and driving my cock into her pussy.

It felt great. I moaned as I sank into her pussy, filling her up and getting to fuck the cunt of a woman I'd known almost my entire life. I shivered, looking down at her red ass. Wow. I mean, wow, this was feeling great. And I had barely even gotten started.

I started to really fuck her, moving in and out of her hole, again and again. It sent tingles down my spine and I had to carefully breathe in and out as I felt the hot, wet, tight walls wrapping around my dick and squeezing down. Man, this was tight.

I moaned as I fucked her. It felt so good to be buried so deeply in Emma's mom. Of course, that wasn't the only reason I was doing it. Zoe was really hot, all on her own and I was surprised at how well I was getting along with her. But knowing that I was fucking Emma's mom and that Emma knew I was fucking her mom? That really did add something special to the thrill of sliding in and out of Zoe's wet pussy as I screwed this hot MILF.

Part of me wondered what I would have to do to get Zoe, Yolanda and Liz together for an orgy. I had never had an orgy before, but it sounded like the kind of thing that could be really fun. If I could somehow convince three women who barely knew each other that they should not only all have sex with me but also with each other.

Okay, so I didn't think that there would be any trouble convincing Yolanda of this at all. Heck, maybe I could even start laying the groundwork today. But right now, Zoe was the only one I needed to worry about. She was the only one I needed to focus on screwing, pounding in and out of her tight, wet, wonderful pussy and seeing just how long I could last inside of her.

I had a feeling that the answer wouldn't be for very long at all, because Zoe was feeling really good around me and I was really turned on already. But I didn't let that stop me and I did my best to keep on going for as long and as hard as I could. And I could tell that she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

I lightly ran my fingers over Zoe's ass. I could feel the muscles twitching, even though they were deeply buried underneath a layer of fat. I smiled, looking at how red her butt was. And it was pretty hot, in both senses. I could actually feel the heat coming off of it, from how hard I spanked her. I wondered if there was some kind of special lotion you could rub into a spanked butt to make it feel better afterwards.

But it really would have to be afterwards. I moaned as I drove myself deep into her pussy, feeling her tight walls squeezing down around me. I loved this feeling. Who wouldn't? In fact, I loved it so much that I was going to cum in the next minute or so.

Actually, I came even sooner than that. But, in my defense, that was because Zoe came first. When I felt her squeezing down around me, getting so tight and wet and hot, there was just no option but for me to cum. I gasped as I drove my dick as far into her pussy as I could, burying myself inside of her tight, wet folds and holding myself there. I shivered and panted as I felt my dick twitching, even as she came, moaning out nonsense sounds.

The orgasm felt great. I bent forward until I was almost pressed up flat against Zoe's back as I came, pouring my semen into her, filling her up and stuffing her womb full of cum. My hands tightened on her hips as I fucked and impregnated my third MILF. Oh, I loved this feeling. I loved it so much. And I loved Zoe.

I panted as I slowly drew myself backwards, sliding out of Zoe. She made a whining sound in the back of her throat as I did so, letting my rod slip out of her pussy and leaving her empty and needy. I looked down at the semen flowing out of her spread pussy and shivered. Man, that was hot. That was just so hot. I always loved seeing that, it sent such a warm tingle through me whenever it happened.

"Zoe?" I asked, reaching forward and taking her in a hug. "How are you doing?"

"I'm feeling… better, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said, her chest rising and falling as she collapsed against my side so that we ended up spooning on her bed. It was a pretty nice position to be in, especially once I draped an arm over her side and cupped her breast. It was a really nice breast, too. "Thank you."

"Of course," I said, tugging her hair to one side so I could kiss the back of her neck. "It felt good for me to put you in your place."

Actually, I was still feeling kind of weird over the whole dominatrix thing, but it had felt good enough that I was willing to find out more as time went on. And, of course, if it came with more sex, I was more than fine with that idea!

"Thank you," Zoe repeated. "You've made me feel better than I have a right to feel." She shivered, as I hugged her tighter. "The things that Emma did to you, I just can't-!"

"It's okay, you don't need to talk about them," I said. Zoe really didn't need to talk about everything that Emma and her friends had done to me. Like, ever, if that was possible. "What's important is what happens now."

"You're right," Zoe said after a while, in a very small, quiet voice. "You're right." She sighed heavily. "So what does happen now?" She pushed her butt back up against me. "I know how horny teenagers can be. You can use my body to do whatever you like, Taylor. If you don't know how to do something, I'll tell you, okay?"

Wow, that was quite the generous offer. And I was already thinking about how best to take advantage of that offer, all the fun ways that I could make it work and see what I could do to her. I trailed my hand up her side as I considered the various options, before moving it down to grab her breast. Yep, it was still really fun to hold on to that boob.

"First things first," I said, deciding. "Get my dick clean with your mouth."

Zoe nodded and shifted around so that she could get her mouth up against my dick. She glanced up at me and smiled. And then she started going to work. She ran her tongue up and down along my still-hard cock, licking at the combination of arousal and semen clinging to my shaft. She did a really good job of it, too. I shivered as I felt her tongue carefully sliding up and down, collecting every single bit of semen inside of her mouth as she worked. I looked down at her and shook my head. What an amazing woman she was. I just wished that she wasn't feeling so bad over what Emma had done to me. I wanted Emma to feel that bad.

That thought connected to another thought in my mind. Zoe was acting pretty submissive and willing to do whatever it was that I wanted. So why not see just how far that could go, then? I nodded, not seeing any real downside to the idea. I waited until Zoe had gotten my dick clean and pushed her back.

"You're going to do whatever I want, Zoe?" I asked, looking down at her.

"Yes, Mistress Taylor," she said with a shiver. A spot of red appeared on her cheeks when she said that. Wow. I mean, just wow. "Anything you say."

"Then we're going to be fucking in the shower," I said, acting a lot more confident and surer that this was a good idea than I really felt.

Zoe paused for a moment, looking off to the side and then back at me. Then she nodded.

There was a reason that we had both paused to think this over. The way the Barnes household was laid out, the master bathroom was right up against Emma's bedroom. The wall wasn't all that thick, either. One of the earliest introductions both Emma and I had ever gotten to sex (not that we had known what it was that we were hearing at the time) had been hearing some voices and some banging in the shower when we were playing together in her room. Neither Mr. or Mrs. Barnes had given us a straight answer on what that had meant and the penny had only dropped about seven years later.

But both Zoe and I knew what it meant if we started having sex in the shower with Emma still in her room. And I knew that she was still in her room, a few flies landing on her covers and feeling the bump of her leg before taking off again.

It had felt good enough doing this to Madison. Doing this to the worst of the three by far? Oh, that was going to be so much better.

We got up and headed for the shower. Both of us were a bit unsteady on our legs and needed each other to help keep us upright. It made me giggle a bit and consider how best to fuck Zoe once we were in the shower. Up against the back wall, I supposed.

The bathroom was pretty nice and big, about half again as large as the master bathroom at home. And the shower looked great, more than big enough for the two of us to have all sorts of fun inside of it once we got going. Zoe reached in and flipped the hot water knob on and then turned around. She looked so hot, naked like this, that I just had to kiss her. So I did, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her in to me, kissing her intently and moaning into her mouth as we embraced. It felt great and I shivered, feeling the lust inside of me. And feeling my hard cock rubbing against her belly. Pretty soon, I was going to be in her. And wouldn't that be nice?

Once steam was filling the shower, we both stepped in. I sighed, feeling the hot water beating down on me. It was a lot hotter than the water at home ever managed and I loved the feeling of it beating down on me, soaking me through and making me feel so nice and warm all over.

And then Zoe joined me and it got even better. I closed the shower door behind us and looked at her as the water ran over her body and made her skin glisten. She looked delicious and I couldn't wait to have a piece of her. What a hot, hot body she had.

I stepped forward and pinned her against the rear wall with a thump. A thump that made Emma look up from what she was doing and towards the wall separating the three of us. I smiled as I kissed Zoe, leaning down a bit to better make out with her.

It felt great to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me close against her. As if I would ever want to leave. We kept on kissing and I groped her butt, her boobs, everywhere as we kept on kissing.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Zoe," I said, speaking maybe a bit louder than I needed to. Well, to have Zoe hear me. It was exactly as loud as I actually needed to. My bugs couldn't pick up human speech, but they could pick up human noise and they were telling me my voice was coming through the wall loud and clear. "I can't believe how nice your body is."

It might almost be mean if it wasn't Emma that it was happening to. Instead, I just kissed Zoe again, claiming her mouth with my tongue and running my hands all over her like she was a toy for me to play with. And on the far side of the wall, I could tell, from the ladybug in Emma's hair, that she was staring at the wall. I couldn't tell what kind of expression she had on her face, though.

"Take me, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said, shivering as I rubbed my hand against her pussy and slid two fingers in and out of her folds, stroking her inner walls and almost making her dance. "You can do whatever you want with me."

"I will," I said, nodding my head. "I'm going to make sure that I do everything I want with you."

I kept on kissing and groping Zoe for a while, feeling her body underneath my hands as the shower filled with steam. Man, she was just so hot. I couldn't believe that I was getting to fuck her like this. Even though I already had, it was still so damn fun.

"These boobs of yours are great," I said, my voice still loud enough to cleanly carry through the wall. "I can't believe how nice they feel in my hands."

Zoe just moaned as I toyed with the tits. She was twitching around, gasping and shivering and looking so very hot. I licked my lips and kept on going, doing my best to coax out every erotic sound that I could out of her. After all, why shouldn't I get to hear how lewd she could sound in every possible situation?

"And this ass of yours," I said, reaching behind her and grabbing that plump butt, "I just can't stand it anymore." I laughed. "What if I said that I wanted to fuck you in the ass after filling your womb?"

"You can do whatever you want with me, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said, staring up into my eyes. "I'm yours, from head to toe."

I shivered. Man, what a great thing to hear. Seriously, that was just the absolute best. How could I possibly say no to such a tempting offer?

I kissed her again as she reached down to start stroking my cock. Her hands felt wonderful around my rod. Not good enough to make me cum any time soon, though. Thankfully. There was some shit I wanted to do with Zoe and getting three erections in a row might be asking for a bit much from me.

I turned Zoe around once again so her upper body was pressed up against the shower wall. I could tell that Emma was pacing up and down in her room, though she wasn't doing anything more. Well, maybe she was texting on her phone, I didn't have enough bugs get a sense of more than just the general back and forth movement.

I put Emma out of my thoughts as I rested the tip of my cock against Zoe's ass. Then I pushed forward, grunting a bit as I slid deeper and deeper inside of Zoe. It felt great. She was even tighter back here than she had been in her pussy, as impossible as that seemed. I shivered and kept on going, feeling the hot, tight tunnel closely clinging to my folds as I screwed Zoe, fucking her right in the ass.

Zoe was liking it, I could tell. She was pushing the upper half of her body up against the shower wall and pushing her lower half out against m. I reached down and grabbed that ass, digging my fingers into it and feeling the give underneath my hands. I shivered in arousal and kept on going, only pausing to reach up and twist the showerhead around so that the hot water could fall on the two of us even in our new position.

"Taylor," Zoe moaned, turning her head to look at me out of the corner of one eye. "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, I love you, it feels so good, thank you so much."

"I love this too," I said, speaking loudly and clearly. "Your ass is something else, Zoe. It's just as good as your pussy was."

"You can have both," Zoe said. "I don't care how you want to fuck me. You can use all three of my holes, fuck my entire body, I don't care. Just make me feel so good."

I nodded and reached down, slapping Zoe's ass. She made a sweet sound as she got spanked and I loved the way she squeezed down around my shaft, getting just that much tighter around me. I shivered as I stared down at that sweet, fuckable, upturned ass, the ass that I could do absolutely anything I wanted with and without having to worry about how I was treating her.

I spanked her a few more times and enjoyed that as well. The best part probably was the way her ass would get even tighter around my dick, but the sounds she made were pretty fun as well. And the way Emma flinched with each yelp that carried through the thin wall? Even better. I wondered just how loud I would be able to get Zoe to be. It was the kind of interesting question that I was going to enjoy finding out. I grinned and delivered a really powerful slap to Zoe's rear and enjoyed the sweet (and loud) sound that came from her butt, only to be drowned out by the even louder sound from her mouth.

I wasn't surprised when Emma started for her bedroom door. I wasn't sure where she was going. I figured there were even odds between her heading straight out the front door or coming in here to try and break it up. Well, whatever happened, I wasn't going to stop fucking her.

My first bet was right. Emma clattered down the stairs and went straight out the front door. I didn't mention it to Zoe, for some pretty obvious reasons. She'd discover it soon enough on her own. I wondered what the extra punishment was going to be for Emma.

And you know, with Zoe still thinking that Emma was around, that was a pretty good reason for her to keep on being loud, right? I couldn't see any downsides with the plan.

"Come on, Zoe," I said, just as loud as before. "Let me hear that slutty voice of yours moaning out as I screw your fat ass."

"Oh, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said, her voice high-pitched and beautiful. "I love your cock! I love getting fucked by you! Please, keep on fucking me more."

How could I say no? I started to fuck her. And I mean really fuck her. I screwed her as hard and as fast as I could, doing my absolute best to pound that slutty asshole of hers. And as I did so, a thought entered my head.

I thought it could work, so I tried it out. I pulled out of Zoe's ass and slid into her pussy. It was still really wet and clung to my dick as I slid into her, going as far in as I could for a few strokes before pulling out. Then I slid back into her pussy and kept on pounding away.

It felt great. I loved this feeling, having a wet, slutty pussy and tight, hot asshole wrapped around my dick. I had done it twice before and I was still loving the chance to get to do it with Zoe. I shivered and kept on pounding away, doing my very best to turn Zoe into as much of a bred slut as it was possible to be.

The next time Zoe came, I was in her ass. And had been for quite a few strokes. So that would have to mean that she was cumming because I was fucking her butt, right? I sure couldn't think of any other explanation.

And it felt just as good as before! I had already thought that Zoe's ass was super tight, but I was shocked to find out just how tight it could really be. Not that I was complaining in the slightest as I kept on fucking her straight through her orgasm. I shivered, feeling the inner walls clamping down around me and listening to the half-formed sentences as Zoe sobbed out how good she was feeling and how thankful she was to me for making this happen to her.

"I know you are, slut," I said, reaching up and pinching a nipple. The sound she made? Man, I wished I was recording so I could listen to it again and again. "I know how much you need this, how you need to make up for everything you let happen." I gave her another swat on the bum to reinforce my words. "And you are."

Zoe was making some gasping noises as I kept on fucking her. Her legs were so widely spread that her feet were pressing up against each wall of the shower. Even if the water had been turned off, I was sure that there would still be a constant pitter-patter of arousal hitting the shower floor.

And as much as she was enjoying herself, I was having an even better time. How couldn't I be, when I had both a tight ass and a wet pussy that I could keep on plunging in and out of, over and over again, doing whatever it was that I wanted without the slightest problem?

Oh man, was I feeling good. And I wasn't even that close to my orgasm yet. I was going to settle in and enjoy this. I pushed my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of Zoe over and over again, feeling her tight holes wrapped around me as I kept on switching between the holes. I loved this feeling. Really, it was just so damn good. How could people go without having regular sex? How had l lived without it?

Unanswerable questions aside, I kept on screwing this hot MILF good and hard in the ass and the pussy. And she loved it, just as much as I did. Especially because I kept on spanking her butt and reaching up to grope her chest with a lot more force than I would ever use on my own boobs.

And I wasn't slowing down, either. I was young and full of energy and I could keep on doing this all day! I adjusted my stance a bit and kept on thrusting into her, making Zoe moan and gasp and make such sweet sounds as I fucked her.

"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor," Zoe gasped out over and over again. "It's good, please, it's good."

That was a pretty repetitive thing to say, but I was not getting tired of listening to it. I turned her head around to awkwardly kiss as I pressed my body up close against her.

And then, finally, I could feel my orgasm welling up inside of me. I debated for a moment where I should cum, if it should be inside her butt or her pussy. But I was fucking her ass right now and the thought of pulling out of her for any reason just seemed like a crime against humanity. So I stayed right where I was, thrusting and fucking her as hard as I could. I could feel the clenching feeling inside of my body as I felt the orgasm growing inside of me, rushing to the surface in an unstoppable rush.

Then I was thrusting forward into Zoe, going as deep as I could and holding myself there. I gasped, feeling the hot water pounding all over my entire body as I felt that amazing ass wrapping around my dick. Then I was cumming.

It was great. I could feel myself shooting jet after jet of semen deep inside of Zoe, filling her up, making sure that both her pussy and ass were absolutely stuffed with semen. And Zoe was loving it too, making some of the sweetest sounds I had ever heard.

I could feel my cum flowing into Zoe's pussy, filling her up as full as we could go, making sure that she got everything she should have. It felt wonderful and I shivered as I came, feeling my dick twitching, buried all the way inside of her, stretching her out.

"Wow, this is so damn good," I said quietly, barely able to hear myself over the pounding water and Zoe's gasping.

"It is," Zoe said at a much louder volume. "I love feeling like this, Mistress Taylor. Thank you, thank you so much."

I reached down and hugged her, pulling myself up close against her and turning my head to the side to avoid getting sprayed in the face by the water. We stayed like that for a while, holding on to each other as I felt her body pressed up against mine.

Finally, we separated, drawing back from each other. As I moved towards the shower door, I glanced down, seeing and loving the trail of semen that was appearing from Zoe's ass. I was willing to bet that she was feeling really good from being treated like this. I sighed happily and looked up at Zoe as she stretched before turning around.

There was an almost placid look on Zoe's face, like all of the stress and worry had drained out of her body. It didn't really seem to have been replaced with contentment, but I knew first hand that just stopping the suffering could be enough to make someone be happy with their surroundings.

"Taylor, Mistress Taylor," Zoe said, stepping forward and hugging me. "Thank you. I love you, Mistress."

"I love you too," I said, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close to me once again. And even though we were both naked and extremely wet, it wasn't even that erotic of a hug. It was mostly pretty nice and enjoyable and I breathed in deeply, enjoying myself. "I love you a lot, Zoe."

We stayed like that for a while before finally getting out of the shower. Zoe looked really nice all wet, her skin glistening and I was entertaining certain thoughts about the pool the Barnes had and what Zoe, Yolanda and Liz would look if they were all playing together in the pool, completely naked. That actually got my dick, still hard as a rock, to twitch a bit, pressing against Zoe's thigh. She glanced down at it.

"Do you need me to take care of your dick, Mistress?"

"No," I said after a moment's thought. "It can wait for a moment." I kissed her again, enjoying the feeling in so many different ways. "There's other ways to have fun than just a hard cock."

"All right, Mistress," Zoe said, reaching up and rubbing her neck. Yeah, I probably should be looking into getting her a collar, shouldn't I? That would look really hot on her and all submissives wore collars, right? "Is there anything else you need me to do? Just say the word and I'll get right on it, Mistress."

You know, I could really get used to being called that. I could really get used to that. I grinned as I stroked Zoe's hair, looking down at her as she snuggled up against me. It felt really nice.

Wow, I had done it, I had realized. I had fucked all three of the mothers. I had fucked and knocked up all three of them. And it wasn't just the sex. I was actually looking forward to spending time with Yolanda, Liz and Zoe, even if we didn't end up having sex (not that I was going to complain if we actually ended up banging.)

This had started as revenge on Emma and her friends and to some extent, it still was. But as I wrapped my arms around Zoe's waist and held her close to me, I knew that it was more than that now. It was a lot more than that.

I was actually happy with my life, for the first time in a very long time. And how awesome was that, that I could feel happy with myself over what was happening in my life?

I was going to have to do something nice for all three of them.