Woman of the House Volume 1 (Taboo Erotica Five Book Bundle)

by Anya Merchant

  Zack opened his mouth slightly, unable to tell entirely whether she was joking or not. As if to enhance his dilemma, the girl slid one of her cloth gloved hands over and ran it across his fingers. He felt his cock begin to get a little excited, even despite the cold.

  A large blow horn sounded towards the front of the ship. Zack turned his attention forward and saw that they were pulling into the port. He could see the town behind it, and got a good sense of just how small and rural it was from a single glance.

  “Sorry, I have to go grab my luggage from below deck,” said the girl. “But was nice meeting you, uh…”

  “Zack,” he said, reaching his hand towards her.

  “Alex.” She shook his hand, and then walked over to a stairway near the center of the ship. Zack watched her walk away, noticing the slight, feminine wiggle of her hips with every step. He smiled. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, he thought to himself.

  CHAPTER 2

  There were only about ten passengers disembarking, including Zack. Alex was a few steps ahead of them as they walked onto the wooden pier, but his attention was drawn to something else. A woman was standing at the edge of the shore next to a car, holding up a sign that read, in big letters, “ZACK HARMEN”.

  The exchange program that his school ran operated off an old fashioned model in which each student would be placed in a household with a host family for the duration of their stay. The arrangements were determined without any input from the students, and as such, Zack had no real idea what he was getting into when he signed up.

  The woman holding the sign was probably in her mid-thirties and absolutely gorgeous. She had a petite figure, but with large breasts, a thin waist, and curvy hips. She was dressed in a warm looking woman’s overcoat, with a pink scarf wrapped around her neck and a pair of sunglasses on.

  He put down one of his bags and waved to her before walking over. Her reaction when she realized who he was involved clapping and hopping up and down slightly, as though she was encountering a lost loved one.

  “Hello!” he yelled as he walked up to her. “I’m Zack.”

  The woman instantly pulled him into a tight hug, and he dropped his bags in surprise. He hadn’t been sure exactly what to expect on this island, but this was far from it. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around her and returned the embrace, slightly bemused, but enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest.

  “Zack, it’s so nice to meet you,” she said. “I’m Quinn. I’m…I’m going to be your host mother for your stay.”

  She let go of him, and flashed a broad smile.

  “I’m so excited, I can’t wait to show you the town,” she said. “But where are my manners, you must be exhausted. Hop in and let me take care of these.”

  “Oh no, it’s fine, I can-“ Quinn interrupted him, moving to grab his bags.

  “Sweetie, please, I insist,” she said. “Let me welcome you onto our little island properly.”

  She threw his stuff into the backseat of the car. Zack couldn’t help but admire her butt as she bent over, which seemed to be perfectly toned and just the right size. She quickly turned back to him after loading his bags into the car, and for a moment, he thought she might have caught him.

  “Alright, hop in,” she said, walking to the driver’s seat. “The town is small, it’s just a quick drive to my place…or should I say, our place?”

  “Okay,” he said. “Thanks Quinn, you are really making me feel welcome.”

  “It’s one of my skills.”

  She smiled at him, and he climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Quinn started the engine, and pulled the car out of the dock parking lot and onto the road.

  “So tell me about yourself, Zack,” she said. “What made you want to take the opportunity to be in the exchange program?”

  Zack looked ahead at the town as they drove into it. There were only a few people on the streets. The buildings seemed to be well maintained, for the most part, and it gave the area a very homely feel.

  “It was pretty much the only option for me,” said Zack. “My situation back in the states is…complicated, to say the least.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to,” said Quinn. “I have my own household issues to deal with. My husband works in the oil fields, usually for months at a time. We don’t really talk all that much, not anymore.”

  Zack wasn’t sure how to respond to her confession. They passed a car in the other lane and it honked. Quinn smiled and waved her fingers on the wheel towards the driver.

  “Sorry, I don’t mean to dump all of my baggage on you,” she said. “I guess, part of the reason I agreed to be a host mom was just to have a slightly more active home. That’s terrible, isn’t it?”

  “I don’t think so,” said Zack. “Though it is a little, well, different from what I was expecting. Aren’t most host families usually like, an entire family.”

  “I fudged a couple of the questions on the application,” said Quinn. “Can you keep it a secret?”

  Zack smiled at her.

  “Sure.”

  They pulled into Quinn’s driveway after another minute. The house was small and seemed to be one of the more recently built ones on the block. The area they were in might have been called the suburbs if it wasn’t for the fact that the city was so small. All of the stores and places of interest were easily within walking distance, and Zack found himself being glad for it.

  “Alright, come on in!” said Quinn.

  This time, Zack managed to successfully grab and take responsibility for his bags, though he almost had to hip check Quinn out of the way in order to do it. She laughed, and jokingly squeezed one of his muscles.

  “Oh wow, are you already trying to show off your guns to me, sweetie?” she said. “Trying to make your host mom proud?”

  “Am I that transparent?” said Zack. He caught her eyes for a moment, and saw a flash of something behind them. Quinn coughed, and turned towards the house, walking towards the door and opening it.

  “It’s, uh…not locked?” asked Zack. “Is that really safe?”

  “You’ve obviously never lived in a small town before,” said Quinn. “I have many things to teach you.”

  “Apparently so,” said Zack. Again there was a small, electrically charged pause in their conversation.

  “Let me give you a tour!” said Quinn.

  The house was essentially a modest cottage. Downstairs, there was a comfortable living room complete with a fireplace, a kitchen/dining room that looked to be filled to the brim with every cooking accessory a person could need, and a bathroom.

  The upstairs had two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small set of stars that could be pulled down leading to a tiny loft (which Quinn insisted had never been used).They stopped outside of Zack’s room, and he brought his stuff inside.

  “You must be exhausted,” said Quinn. “I know this is probably a lot to take in.”

  “I’m okay, Mrs. Piper,” he said. “I’m just excited by how different everything is here.”

  She followed him into his room and sat down next to him on the bed.

  “Please, call me Quinn,” she said. “I’m going to be your host mom for a while. We should get comfortable with each other. Treat me like you’d treat a step mom.”

  “Okay, Quinn,” said Zack. “I can manage that.”

  There was a moment where neither of them said anything. The cottage was silent, and Zack could hear the gentle rhythm of Quinn’s breathing, and see the rise and fall of her chest.

  “I’m glad to have you here, Zack,” she said. “This program is fun for you, but it’s fun for me as well,”

  She smiled, and reached her hand over and began gently rubbing his thigh. Zack instantly felt his cock begin to stir in his pants. He knew she meant it as a motherly caress, but something about this woman was getting him incredibly worked up.

  “Thanks, Quinn,” said Zack. “I’m sure it will be fun for…both of us…”

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sp; Zack’s words trailed off as Quinn continued rubbing. Her hand slid further and further up his thigh, coming closer to dangerous territory. His cock was incredibly excited, and he found himself pushing his hips up ever so slightly in her direction.

  “Let me know if you need anything else, tonight,” said Quinn, finally standing up from the bed. “I’ll make you some food before bed.”

  “Thanks Quinn,” said Zack. She turned and walked out of the room, and he took a moment to breathe and react to the situation he had been placed in.

  CHAPTER 3

  “Wake up. Sweetie,” said Quinn. “It’s time for school.”

  The rest of the night had gone by relatively uneventfully. Quinn had made dinner, and on his way to bed Zack had stolen a glance at her wearing a skimpy night robe that showed off all of her major assets, but she hadn’t noticed. He went to bed early and slept easily.

  “…What time is it?” asked Zack, half asleep.

  “Time for you to get up!” said Quinn.

  He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of her wearing even less than she had been the night before. Quinn had on a tiny night robe that just barely cut down to her thighs. It was too small for her, and her breasts pushed up clearly against the fabric, giving him a little show as the outline of her nipples poked out.

  “It’s your first day at Easthaven high,” she said. “It’s probably a smaller school than what they have back in New York. I hope it’s still good for you.”

  Zack realized that he was sporting a terrible case of morning wood. He hunched over as he slid out of bed in an attempt to hide it, but given that he was wearing only a thin pair of boxers, it was somewhat futile.

  “Thanks!” he said. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute. I just have to get changed.”

  “Alright!” said Quinn. “Zack…I meant what I said last night. I really am genuinely happy that you’re here.”

  She stepped towards him, and curled her arms around him in a hug. He hesitated for a moment, embarrassed at his own situation, and then returned the embrace.

  “I know, Quinn,” said Zack. His cock pushed forward against her, and he could feel the cloth of her nightgown against his bare chest.

  “I want you to tell me all about your first day,” said Quinn. “I’m your host mom, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, too.”

  “I will,” said Zack. She tightened the embrace, and Zack felt his dick push even harder against her stomach. There was no way she didn’t feel it. His cock was on the verge of slipping out of the confines of his boxers, but all he could focus on was how good Quinn’s body felt against his hardness.

  “Well, I better go make you some breakfast,” said Quinn. She released him, and then turned and walked out of the room. Zack breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his cock pulse with guilty desire.

  He pulled some clothes out of his suitcase, deciding to wear layers to avoid the mistake he had made the day before, and got dressed. He did feel slightly nervous thinking about the prospect of being at a new school, as a senior in high school. But it was worth it for the escape it had given him.

  He stopped by the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then made his way downstairs. Quinn was finishing up a fried egg and some toast. She slid the food onto a plate and brought it over to him. Zack was surprisingly hungry, and he devoured the food in short time.

  “Alright, it’s time for me to get going,” he said.

  “Have a good day, honey,” Quinn replied. “Any dinner requests for tonight”

  “Food,” said Zack. Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes. He stood up, and made his way outside.

  One of the upsides to Easthaven being such a small community was that it allowed Zack to walk to school in a doable amount of time. At home, he had been forced to take this bus, and that entailed waking up early to get to the bus stop. He found getting there with his own two legs to be much more convenient.

  The school was similar to the town itself, small and old fashioned. He made his way through the front doors, and then after searching up and down a couple of hallways, he found his home room. Everything seemed a little unfamiliar, but the inside of the classroom was almost a carbon copy of what he was used to.

  “Hello, come on in,” said the teacher. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive with a slim build, and had a pair of very academic looking glasses on. “You must be Zack, I take it?”

  “Yeah, I’m new here,” he said. “With the exchange program.”

  “Have a seat,” said the teacher. “My name is Ms. Wade, it’s nice to meet you. We have a couple of other new students today.”

  Zack scanned the room, and had his first surprise of the day. Alex was sitting in the front row, smiling at him. He walked over and sat down in the seat next to her.

  “Hey,” he said. “Looks like we share a home room.”

  “Yeah, looks like it,” she replied. “I’m just happy that there is someone here that I know, even if only a little.”

  A couple more students filed into the classroom, laughing and acting like the carefree high school seniors they were. It seemed very similar to what he was used to back home, but different at the same time. Zack pulled out a notebook and watched as Ms. Wade began writing on the blackboard. The first bell rang, and she walked over and closed the door.

  “Alright class, the exchange program is under way for the school and we have a couple of new students here. Please try to make them feel welcome,” she said.

  There were a couple of laughs from the back of the room, but when Zack looked over his shoulder, they seemed to fade. Ms. Wade continued on.

  “We’ll have study hall until second period starts today,” she said. “No talking, whatsoever.”

  Zack lazily thumbed through his empty notebook. It didn’t seem like there was really much else to do. He had forgotten to bring a book or anything to occupy himself with, figuring that he wouldn’t need it on his first day. He began to doodle on a piece of paper, and was in the process of zoning out when a unmistakable noise pulled him back to reality.

  A loud bang echoed through the halls, followed by a scream, followed by more bangs. Everyone in the room instantly froze. There was silence for a second, and then another series of bangs rang out.

  “Those…are gunshots,” he said, almost in a daze.

  “Oh my god…” said Ms. Wade. “Everyone, stay in your seats!”

  She quickly walked over to the door and peered out into the hallway. Zack could see her visibly shaking, and was amazed by her nerve. Ms. Wade stepped out into the hallway, closed the classroom door, and locked it behind her, and that was when the chaos broke out in the classroom.

  Everyone began speaking their terrified minds. Zack looked over to Alex’s seat only to realize that it was empty. She had gone to the bathroom earlier, and hadn’t come back. He felt his heart begin to race as he thought about the terror of being out in the hallway and exposed.

  Slowly, using every ounce of his nerve that he could muster, Zack stood up and walked over to the door.

  “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” cried one of the guys. “Don’t go out there, are you crazy?”

  Zack looked back towards the class and saw that most of the eyes in the room were locked onto him. He forced a smile, and then turned the door knob and peaked out into the hall.

  “I’m just looking out for a friend,” he said. “I’ll be okay.”

  His heart was pounding wildly, seeming to contradict the words as they left his throat. Zack forced himself to step out into the hallway and close the door behind him, feeling all the while like he was signing his own death warrant in the process.

  CHAPTER 4

  As Zack began to move down the hall, the gunshots picked up again. He was moving away from them, but they were much too close for comfort. There were more screams, and he could hear footsteps pounding on the tile floor.

  He crouched down and moved slowly, peering around each corner as he went. There was no way for him to know if this was an isolate
d incident, or if there was more than one shooter, or anything really. All he could do was try to keep safe.

  The layout of the school was still foreign to him, and he quickly realized that it exponentially amplified the amount of danger he was in. He moved slowly, and would peer in through the windows of any classroom he went by. They all seemed to either be ghostly calm, with students hidden under desks and behind presentation boards, or a chaotic mess of fear and panicking.

  Zack approached the school’s sprawling, open walled library and stopped. He could hear loud, deliberate footsteps, and was sure that they didn’t belong to a fleeing student. He pushed himself up against a bookshelf, and tried to still his racing heart.

  “No, please…” cried a female voice. Zack peered through a gap in the books and saw his homeroom teacher, Ms. Wade. Tears were streaming down her face, and she seemed to be almost incapable of talking coherently through her sobbing.

  “Do it,” said another voice, a man’s this time. “Or I will make your death even more painful.

  Zack shifted one of the books so he could get a better view. There was a figure dressed entirely in black, every inch of skin covered up. The hand of the figure was gloved, and wrapped around a deadly looking pistol. His head was covered with a black cloth Halloween mask with a crudely patterned skull on the front.

  Ms. Wade’s shirt was already torn open slightly. The man slowly lifted up the gun and pointed it at her head, and she began to vibrate with fear. Her hands were trembling, but she slowly reached over to the pants of the figure and began to unzip his fly.

  Zack had seen enough. The book shelf gave him a small amount of cover, and he slipped along it until he was behind the masked man. Then, summoning all of the courage he possessed, he threw himself forward and rammed into the shooter with his shoulder.

  The gun went flying out of the man’s hand, and he toppled down to the ground. Zack wasted no time and immediately grabbed Ms. Wade’s hand and pulled her to her feet.