Jen woke on the couch with the sun shining through the blinds as it set over the horizon.
Why am I out here? What time is it?
She thought, her mind fuzzy before the memories of last night flooded her mind.
Fighting back tears, Jen sat up and checked her phone.
Shit, I believe I slept the day away.
Going to the kitchen, Jen got a glass of water and something to eat. Sitting at the table, she glanced at her phone. There were several missed calls from Stan and one from Becky.
Two voice mails, great.
Rubbing her temples, trying to ease the headache that threatened to blow her head apart, she played the first one from Stan.
"Hey, Babe. I hope everything is going ok. I tried calling a couple of times, but you didn't answer. I just wanted to let you know I was going out with some of the team for dinner and drinks. I will call tomorrow and check on you. Love you. Bye."
I hope he has a better time than I am having, she thought, playing the second voicemail from her daughter.
"Hey, Mom. I just wanted to call and talk. Nothing important. Anyways, love you."
Glancing at the clock, she saw that she had about an hour before she needed to be at Camila's, so, with a groan, Jen took a hot shower.
Grabbing a set of sweats, she opened a drawer and pulled out a bra and panties. Sitting on the bed, she stared at the underwear in her hands.
Jen knew that Donald would have his way with her as soon as his mom was gone, whether she wanted it or not. For several minutes, she sat there, arguing with herself.
"What's the point?" she asked before putting the underwear back in the drawer and dressing in the sweats.
Looking in the mirror, she saw bags under her eyes, which looked red from crying. Unable to look at herself any longer, she threw on her shoes, grabbed her phone, and went to the balcony.
The sun was just setting behind the trees across the pond, painting the world in oranges and reds. Typically, this was one of Jen's favorite times of the day, but today, after a glance, she ignored it and called her daughter.
"Hi, Mom," Becky said, putting her hand on Emily's head to stop her.
"Hey, Beck. How are things going?" Jen asked, trying to sound normal.
"Things are going okay. Just hanging out with Emily," Becky said, tapping Emily on the forehead and pointing at the phone.
"Hi, Mrs. Anderson!" Emily said, cleaning her face with a finger. Looking up at Becky, she waited until Becky nodded before putting the finger in her mouth to lick it clean.
"Oh, Hi, Emily. How are you doing? Anything new?"
Emily stopped cleaning her face. "I'm doing well. No, nothing new. I still work at the cleaners and live at home. Mom said to tell you Hi."
Finished talking, Emily dropped her face between Becky's parted legs, licking gently before sucking the hard clit into her mouth.
Becky closed her eyes, suppressing her desire to moan as Emily's tongue worked its magic.
"Well, tell her Hi from me."
Becky had met Emily in high school, and by their senior year, the two had become inseparable best friends. Jen was glad that their friendship had survived Becky going to college.
Becky pulled Emily away from her wet pussy and pointed to the phone again.
"I will," Emily promised.
"You girls doing anything tonight?" Jen asked, wanting something to take her mind off her life.
"Not really. I promised Emily that she could meet my new roommate, so she came out, and I think the three of us will watch a movie or something," Becky replied, looking over at her new roommate, Jenna, who was tied nude to a chair watching Emily service Becky.
"I'm glad everyone is getting along so well," Jen said, remembering her college days and the horrible roommate she had to put up with for four years.
"Me, too. Is everything OK?" Becky asked, pushing Emily's face back between her legs.
"Yes, why?" Jen answered, suddenly feeling nervous.
"You sound, I don't know, off. I know Dad is out of town again, so I get being lonely. Just wanted to make sure everyone was ok."
"No, everything is fine. I'm just a little tired, I guess."
"Ok, well, if you need anything..."
"I know. Love you, Beck."
"Love you too," Becky said, suppressing a groan as she felt Emily push her tongue deep inside her pussy.
"Bye," they both said simultaneously and hung up the phone laughing.
Jen looked at the time.
No sense dragging this out anymore
, she thought.
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Milles away, Becky climaxed, squirting several times into Emily's open mouth.
Pushing Emily away from her sensitive clit, Becky looked at her latest conquest, the mousie young woman, the school, had straddled her with.
"That's how you do it Slut," Becky told Jenna.
Jenna looked between Becky and Emily, scared but also very excited.
"What's wrong, Mistress?" Emily asked, kissing Becky's inner thighs while she waited for permission to lick Becky's pussy again.
"I don't know. Somethings off with Mom," Becky said, tapping her middle finger on her clit.
Emily knew what she wanted and quickly moved to the open pussy.
"Watch, Slut. You will be doing this next," Becky told Jenna while flipping through her phone's calendar.
She put in a block to see her mom.
"Em," Becky said, pointing the camera at Emily. Emily looked up at the camera and held still so Becky could take another picture, her tongue buried in Becky's wet pussy.
"I like this one. Maybe I will set this as your phone's screen saver?" Becky asked, watching a shiver go through Emily, who undoubtedly thought about her straight-laced mother seeing her only child licking a pussy.
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Jen walked out of her apartment and locked the door. She slowly walked down the hallway, shuffling her feet.
Standing at Camila's door, she hesitated a few seconds before knocking.
Please don't be home. Please don't be home.
Jen thought.
Jen's spirits fell when Camila opened the door and smiled at her.
"Right on time," Camila said, putting an earring in her right ear. "Come on in. I was about to leave. Donald is in his room, and there's food in the freezer if he gets hungry."
Camila ushered Jen into the tiny kitchen while she gathered a few things and put them in her purse.
"I shouldn't be late tonight," Camila said, stopping in front of Jen, clutching her purse.
"Are you ok?" Camila asked, worried that Jen wasn't feeling well.
"Do I look that bad?" Jen answered, remembering how she looked in the mirror.
"You look like you are coming down with something," Camila remarked, setting her purse down and feeling Jen's forehead with the back of her hand.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired," Jen said, pulling Camila's hand away from her head.
"You sure?" Camila asked, not believing Jen but also realizing if she stayed any longer, she would be late to work.
"Yes. I'm fine," Jen reiterated. "Now go before you are late."
"OK. Call me if you need me to come home," Camily said as she left the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
To Jen, the sound of the door shutting felt like a cell door closed, and now she was trapped inside a cell with her rapist.
Walking into the living room, Jen let out a sigh of relief. Donald wasn't there, so she relaxed and found something to watch on TV. Sitting there, Jen wasn't watching the show. She was trembling, her mind playing out different scenarios. In each, Donald forced her to perform various sex acts. The ones that excited and terrified her the most were where he fucked her ass, which she had refused Stan for years.
It wasn't long before she heard it. The creaking noise of a door down the hall opening signaled Donald's approach. She trembled as the sound of footsteps got louder.
Fuck, Fuck. Fuck
, Jen thought, her arms wrapped around her body.
Donald walked into the living room without clothing, with his dick bounding before him.
"Hi, Pretty Lady," he said, standing in the middle of the room.
"Where are your clothes," Jen said sternly, trying to take control of the situation.
"I don't need clothes when mommy is gone, and the pretty lady is here," Donald said, looking at the floor before him and back at Jen.
"Yes, you do need clothes!"
"No, I don't. Clothes just get in the way of pretty lady," he said, tapping his foot and looking at the floor before him.
He wants me to suck him again
, Jen thought. A shiver ran through her body as she looked at his cock bobbing.
The impatience evident on Donald's face caused Jen to drop her head and walk toward him before kneeling.
Jen reached for his cock when Donald grabbed her hands, stopping her.
"Pretty lady has too many clothes on. Pretty Lady is smart. She should know better."
Donald pushed her away, causing her to fall backward on the floor. She scrambled as he walked over to the couch and sat.
"Hurry up, Pretty Lady," he said, his cock sticking straight up.
Jen, feeling defeated, pulled her sweats off and walked over to Donald, her head down. When she started to kneel in front of him, he grabbed her body and threw her across his lap. She could feel his erection pressing against her abdomen.
She struggled to escape the punishment she instinctively knew was coming, but Donald was much stronger.
"Be still, Pretty Lady," Donald said, slapping her ass hard.
The pain, both physical and emotional, the slap on her ass caused Jen to go into a frenzy. Arms and legs were fighting to get free from Donald.
