You seduce Zoe for your master (switch to Caroline POV)

Master departs back to his house and your body screams out for his return, for his dominance, for his cock. You want him inside you, abusing you forever. But you know what you have to do next is important. You can pretend to be a good slut all you want, but nothing speaks like action.

And seducing your daughter for your master is action that will speak like nothing all. There's no partially depraved about what's happening to your mind. You're losing yourself, losing yourself in the dream of being a perfect slut for your man. And seducing Zoe will take you one step closer to that perfection. You grab the used condoms from Zoe's floor and head to your bedroom.

As you dress, preparing for Zoe's arrival home from school, you wonder what your master wants. Would he want you to fuck, lick, fist your daughter before he has a chance too? Or does he want you to bring her to him before destroying her, so he may do the honors.

You pull on a pair of tight jeans, no panties, so you have a relatively visible camel toe. Then you toss on a tight shirt with no bra, making sure your nipple outlines are visible. Even if Zoe doesn't notice these things outright, she'll have some sense that her mommy looks sexier than usual.

The thought of seducing and fucking your daughter makes you even wetter than you are, which you didn't think possible. Your pussy is on fire with desire. You need to cum so badly.

You wonder if instead you should find it horrible, perverted, disturbing. Which, in truth, you do. Which only makes you wetter.

And then Zoe comes home. You know she's about to head into her room and see the jizz left on her mirror. You know she's going to shout your name and ask you to come in and explain what the fuck is happening.

So you just sit in your room, admiring your eager body in the mirror, waiting for her voice.

But it doesn't come. You wait and wait, and Zoe doesn't call for you.

So you have **** but to head to her room yourself. Which you do, not knocking, just entering. And when you arrive you find that her mirror is clean, spotless in fact.

Your mind is flooded with possibilities. Did she think it had been left over from whatever wild fucking she was doing last night and cleaned it herself?

"What's going on, Mom?" Zoe asks, noticing you glance at the mirror for far too long a time. She must know that you know something is going on.

She's adorable, you think. You can see your own face in hers. You can see how pretty you were when you were her age. She has long dirty blonde hair, a cute little dot of a nose, soft pink lips, small a-cup tits, long smooth legs.

And she's wearing a purple tank top that grasps at her little tits, showing them off as best she can, and a short skirt, very short, the type of short that an 18-year old can get away with, knowing they're nubile and flawless. You've never wanted your own daughter's body before.

You want it now.

For a split second you don't know what to say, how to move forward, how to seduce. But you clear your mind. You remind yourself that Zoe takes after your sense of wild sluttiness. You just say what you're thinking.

"How come you cleaned the mirror?" You ask. And you watch her face wash over with flush shock and embarrassment. If she does think it was a leftover of last night's fun, she'd probably hoped you hadn't noticed it.

"I... um... don't know what you think that was." she says lowering her head so her hair falls into her red face.

"It was a mirror covered in cum." you say with confidence. Zoe looks up at you biting her lip. "Thought I don't know whose" you tease, holding up one of the condoms you've been hiding behind your back. "Couldn't be this guy." you watch as Zoe's face turns from embarrassment to mortification. So you hold up another of the used condoms. "Couldn't be this guy either. But I suppose it could have been any of the other guys you were fucking last night."

Zoe doesn't know how to react. She squirms standing before you. But you can see her little nipples getting hard beneath her tank top.

"So how many guys were you fucking last night?"

And although you find yourself in confident control of the situation, adorable young Zoe's answer surprises you.