Difficulty Level: Suicidal

Lisa Rivera was the purest girl that Zack knew. She had inherited a strong sense of morality from her father, one tied explicitly to legality. Oh, he had known her to get freaky, on occasion, but the sexy Latina was intensely monogamous. She gave her heart to one person at a time, and found it very difficult to withdraw that heart, even after a long time. Despite that, she wasn’t naïve. There were obviously times when, for good to be done, the laws and rules had to be broken, such as war, or seducing your soulmate even if he’s with another girl.

Corrupting her would quite possibly be the worse thing Zack had ever done with his life. Yet, being able to charm her into anything that he wanted was also the greatest test of the Ravers blood coursing through his veins that his mind could devise. Two weeks ago, perhaps he would have thought of Victoria, however, Shawn had already seen to that. But unlike Shawn, Zack didn’t want to break Lisa completely. He still loved her, and he didn’t want her as a pet. All he needed to know was whether there were any limits to his ability to charm the women in his life.

On the drive to Lisa’s house, he wrestled with his actions. Did the intention to sin make the sinning worse? Or did knowing that he was damned and irredeemable make it any nobler, like a hanged man walking with his head held high to the noose? If his mind was in a better place, he never would have even considered this plan. But every time he told himself to stop, that this wasn’t who he was, a voice replied reminding him that he didn’t know who he was anymore. His whole life up to his point had been a tangled mess of lies and deceptions, of half-truths and hidden truths, and when the dam finally fractured, he was left broken and empty.

It was in this state that he found himself on Lisa Rivera’s doorstep, ringing the bell. Lisa must have seen him through a side window, or witnessed the arrival of his car from upstairs, because the moment the door swung open she threw herself upon him, arms wide and wrapping around his neck, pulling him into the tightest, warmest embrace. It was almost enough to reheat the coldest of souls. Almost. Zack hugged her back, their heads turning into to kiss briefly before they parted and he saw her wide eyed, beaming face.

“Did you hear the news?” she asked him excitedly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him in to the house.

“What news?” He said, thinking of his own firing from Ravers Enterprises.

The greatest revelation, that of his own origin, couldn’t be what she meant in any circumstance. The lies of his father, that was the man who raised him, Gregory Bishop, had not been made public knowledge yet. The only people who knew about Zack’s true paternity were those at the manor when Heather revealed it, and Kathryn Miller. Lisa couldn’t know about it. And in his own self-obsession, he didn’t even think that Lisa’s news had nothing at all to do with him.

“Silly, the bit where my dad is going to be released on bail,” she laughed jubilantly while she closed the front door. “$200,000 is a lot of money though. Mom is talking about selling the cabin to make the payment. Do you think Robert is still interested?”

Zack wandered into the living room, and stopped to stare at the couch where he and Lisa had fucked just last night. A hummed melody drew his attention to the kitchen, and through the open doorway, he could see Susan Rivera, Lisa’s mother, standing at the counter, chopping and cooking, preparing some kind of meal. While aroma of fresh, home cooking struck his nose, his eyes feasted on another delicacy, Susan’s slender, fit, figure and her toned, round ass, stretching her skirt, a picture of what Lisa might look like in the future.

“Earth to Zack?”

“Huh?”

“I was asking whether Robert Ravers still wanted to buy Rivera cabin up at Silver Lake, but I can see that your mind is in other places.” She said, as she came to stand by his side. “I’m sorry. In my excitement, I totally forgot to ask how things went with the Ravers this morning. Were they really mad at you and Daniel?”

She was too sweet. Here he was checking out her mom, and she was thinking only of her own mistakes. He shook his head. “No. Well, maybe a little. I think Robert was bothered that he wasn’t even consulted, but Robert, Heather and Brooke all understood why we kept it from them. They agreed to form a new company, the Ravers-Bishop Corporation, and they even invited me to join them.”

“Oh Zack, that’s fantastic,” Lisa threw her arms around him again for another hug. “I admit, I was a little worried. I heard that the chairman of the board at Ravers Enterprises announced that you had been fired, along with Daniel, and Brooke, and I didn’t know if that was good or bad. But this is better than you expected, right? You never mentioned anything about joining the company when you told me the plan last night.”

“It was never part of the plan, for me,” Zack confessed, as he sat on the back of the couch and tried not to glance at Susan’s ass swaying to the beat of her own tune. “I was just meant to help Daniel; it was the others that convinced me to join the company. Heather will always be first in command, but they said that she’ll always need smart, trustworthy, reliable people to advise her.”

“You certainly fit that job description. I can’t think of anyone smarter, more trustworthy or reliable than you. So, now that you’re on the inside, do you think you can convince them to buy Rivera cabin?”

“I don’t know. Normally, Robert would probably love to help you out, but it’s complicated right now. As a new company, all of our resources are focused on renovating and rebuilding the Amusement Park in town. I’m not sure the company has the funds to purchase a cabin that it can’t use, and renting it out or reselling it, isn’t likely to make it worth their trouble. And, you saw the announcement from Smith Industries?”

“The one where they’re looking outside Azure Rocks for a new property and development company?”

“Exactly, which means RBC also has to find a steel supplier from outside town, which adds transport fees and higher costs all around since Robert doesn’t have a de-”

“Alright, I get it.” Lisa frowned, her excited demeanor dampened. “I understand, times are tough. It’s bad timing for everyone.”

“Ravers Enterprises might come sniffing around though. They’ll still want to buy the cabin so they can continue the Silver Lakes project that Robert had planned, before Heather put a stop to it. But Zurbrugg and the board won’t care about Heather’s sentimentality and they’ll probably be able to pay whatever price you ask for the cabin.” He grimaced while struggling to look her in the eye. “I know I have no right to request anything, and I know you want to see your dad sooner rather than later, but…don’t sell it to Ravers Enterprises.”

“Even if we do sell it to them, they can’t go ahead with the Silver Lakes Project, right?” Lisa clarified and tilted her cute, round face thoughtfully. “For that they need all of the cabins, and Robert still owns Ravers Cabin, right? That’s a personal holding of his, not an asset of the company, yeah?”

“That’s true,” Zack said, slightly impressed. “However, when I was copying over the personal files on Robert computer, I saw some blueprints for a slightly reduced scale, with tighter profit margins. It looks like it is doable, but only if they had one more cabin. My guess is that those figures and projections were drawn up when Robert was part of the company, so they could rely on Ravers Cabin if your dad kept holding out. If the situation is reversed, and they have your cabin, and not Robert’s, they can still go ahead.”

“I see,” Lisa said, followed quickly by a sigh. “There’s no helping it then. But I had no intention of letting my mum sell it to Ravers Enterprises. My dad spent a lot of time fighting those guys to keep the Cabin. I’m not going to let all of that go to waste, just to sell it to them now. I don’t think my dad would want us to pay the bail if it meant selling to those assholes.”

“Thank you,” Zack smiled, as much as his weary soul could muster. “I promise I’ll talk to Robert and see if there’s anything they can do for you and your mom. I just can’t guarantee you’ll like the answer.”

“That’s fair. So, did my handsome new CEO boyfriend just come over to rub his success in my face or did you just decide to pay me a visit for fun?”

“First of all, I’ll never be CEO. That’s Heather’s job, and I won’t have you Lady Macbething me into believing otherwise.” In his mind he was mentally preparing the excuse he’d rehearsed in the car on the way over, improvising only a little. “Actually, I thought you might like to come to the cabin and stay over before the party tomorrow. But, your mum smells good, I mean, what she’s cooking smells good. Was she planning something with you tonight?”

Lisa looked sideways into the kitchen and noticed exactly what Zack had, her own mother at the counter, in a world of her own, slim and toned, and the seams of her skirt straining to contain her firm, round ass. His girlfriend’s eyelids fluttered half shut as she turned her attention back to him, peeved, though not terribly surprised. Her mother did have a nice ass after all. Her father was always complimenting it, and occasionally Lisa noticed men in the street glance back to stare; she just never expected one of those men to be her own boyfriend.

“Hey, that’s my mum, mister. The only ass you’re allowed to perv over is this one.”

Pivoting the swell of her jean covered ass towards Zack, she pointed down at her curvy rump, forcing Zack to look, though he didn’t require much persuasion. With the grant of permission, he took a good, long, hard look at her firm, bubble butt, the sight bringing back memories of how it felt to grasp the cheeks in his hands, how toned yet soft, springy and pliable. It required a concentration of will power not to simply grab her right there and pull her up to her bedroom. Swallowing, and consciously looking at her round face and pursed lips instead, he stuck to his plan.

“You can’t be that mad. I’m just looking forward to how well you’re going to mature,” he teased her. “It’s like looking into a portal to the future.”

“Ha. You should be so lucky.” Lisa straightened up, forgiving his lingering gaze but still eyeing him carefully. She could tell there was something different about him. “But, no, mum is testing some recipes for the restaurant. She says we’ll save the celebration dinner for when he’s released on bail. So, I’m free to come over. Are you sure it’s okay though? Last time I stayed at the cabin there wasn’t a lot of room.”

“I have a bed. What more room do you need?”

Lisa laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Oh, you charmer.”

“And, I can personally guarantee that you won’t be framed for any more crimes,” he added, following a quick kiss.

She frowned again. “I’m not sure I’m ready to joke about that yet.” Standing back from him, she put her hands on her hips. “Guess I should go pack some night clothes. The last bag I took got confiscated by the police and I still haven’t got it back. Are you coming?”

“In a minute.” He cocked his head towards the lavatory. “I need to use the toilet.”

Understanding, Lisa left him as he wandered slowly towards the downstairs bathroom. As soon as he heard her light footsteps ascend the stairs, he swerved off course from the toilet and headed directly to the kitchen, speeding up significantly. This was the riskiest part of his plan, the first parts of which had been to make sure Susan was home, and then to get her alone. Fate was on his side, serving her up to him on a silver platter, but now he had to plant the seed of temptation, all without getting slapped, or alerting Lisa.

He did this by sliding up behind the grown Rivera and pressing his cock, already hard from all their talk of asses, right against the warm crevice between those firm, round cheeks. The shock sneak attack had the desired effect. She squeaked and looked around immediately to find herself staring into the face of her daughter’s boyfriend, but she was too surprised to scream or say anything of note. Stuttering and gulping down air, she felt him press against her hard, really wedging his cock into her ass as he leaned over her shoulder and took a deep sniff.

“Mmmm, whatever you’re cooking smells really nice,” He said, glancing down her front, at the cleavage packed into her tight blouse, and then turning his eyes to look in hers, chocolate brown, a shade lighter than her daughter’s. “Really fragrant and full-bodied.”

“It…it’s the Worcester sauce,” she absently replied, as her brain still tried to piece together what she was feeling and who’s cock she could feel practically attempting to drill through her skirt. “Za-Zack, what are you…”

“You saw my cock yesterday morning. Don’t think I didn’t see how you looked at it. How your eyes danced around, trying not to appreciate it but you couldn’t help yourself. I just wanted to do the same, and show my appreciation for your ass, Mrs. Rivera. It’s a very fine ass. In fact, me and your daughter were just talking about nice it was.”

“Zack…I, I admit I did look, yes, I was impressed, but…that was wrong. This is wrong. Carlos…”

The teenager rolled his hips, the pressure of his hard cock pushing further into her crack causing the mature Latina’s words to descend into a suppressed moan.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about Carlos. He’s a very passionate man, isn’t he? I bet he’s passionate in the bedroom as well as the streets, a trait his daughter has definitely inherited, let me tell you. How active was he? Twice a week?”

“Try…twice…a day…” Susan groaned in a ragged, rasping voice, her body inflamed with thoughts of all the sex with her husband that she was missing, as the rogue cock between her cheeks suggested the only solution.

“Wow, props Mr. Rivera. Well, I don’t blame you for feeling deprived, so if you want another look at this cock…” he thrusted his hips against her, sandwiching her between the counter and his manhood, and then immediately stepped away, depriving her. “I’m going upstairs to fuck your daughter. Give me five minutes, and then you can come watch. Maybe Lisa will even let you join in.”

Turning on heel, he immediately walked away, feeling like a bad ass from a film ignoring the explosion in the background. Rather than a pillar of fire though, it was the panting, trembling 39 year old Latina mother of his girlfriend, who, with any luck, if this Ravers blood was worth a damn at all, would soon be taking his dick. All he had to do now was convince his girlfriend, his morally black and white, legally conscious, **** resistant girlfriend, to let him fuck her mother.