Vanessa woke with a start. Her eyes darted around her bedroom as she tried to figure out how she'd gotten here. Snatches of memory came and went, blurry and unfocused.
She glanced down and noticed that she was wearing a white sundress.
Running her hand over her face, she tried to remember. Karen. Stacy. Emma, she thought with a soft smile.
The lemonade!
The door opened and Jason flew into the room. He jumped on the bed like an excited child. "V, Mama's given us her blessing!"
"She did? When?"
"When I was over at the house."
"You were over at her house?"
A flash of annoyance crossed his face. "You know I go over there everyday. To check on her," he added.
No, he'd never told her that, but they did appear to be very close. How many grown men still called their mother mama?
"Aren't you happy?"
"Very."
He pulled her into his arms and held her close. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply of his all-male smell but not with the urgency and desperation she normally felt.
He tensed and drew back. "You came."
Her shoulders slumped in shame. Fear constricted her throat.
"You masturbated?"
Before she could explain, Jason started hitting her over and over again. She curled into a ball and covered her face to protect herself. Still the blows continued. He yelled, calling her a slut. He swore she would pay and vowed to punish her.
She was crying hard, deep sobs racking her body.
Jason had never hit her like this before. A slap here or there, she admitted, but never with his fist.
He stopped hitting her and she felt a thump on the mattress beside her. She didn't dare look up.
She heard his labored breathing slow and still she held herself tight.
"Go cook dinner," he told her.
She jumped up to obey and then doubled over in pain. Gripping her side, she slowly limped into the kitchen.
She cooked Jason's favorite—spaghetti with meatballs. This was just to buy time. Now that Emma loved her she would go and be with her. Karen would never hurt her.
Slowly making his plate, she carried it into the bedroom on a tray. He didn't acknowledge her, so she set it on the nightstand, her hands shaking, and backed out.
Once she reached the living room, she grabbed her purse and left, closing the door behind her.
She formulated a plan as she drove to his mother's house. She had no idea where Emma lived so she would have to ask Ma'am for her address.
She sped into the driveway and stopped by the door. It still hurt to move so she gingerly walked up to the porch and knocked. Minutes later, Ma'am opened the door. She had another peasant style top—did she wear anything else—and her tits were engorged.
"Slut? What are you doing here? Didn't get enough earlier?"
Vanessa cringed, embarrassed. "No, Ma'am, I mean yes, Ma'am. May I come in?"
Ma'am pulled the door wider and Vanessa stepped inside, trying hard to hide her pain.
"Ma'am, I was wondering if you could give me Emma's address."
Ma'am looked at her curiously. "Why?"
Heat flared in Vanessa's cheek, and she ducked her head. "Please, Ma'am?"
"Very well. Follow me."
Vanessa limped behind her, sure that Ma'am couldn't see. She followed her into a different room than before. As they walked into the room, Vanessa was impressed by the beautiful gold and blue color schemes. Navy blue.
She swallowed hard.
Ma'am stepped aside and right in front of her was a blue chair exactly like the one in her apartment. Ma'am sat down and Vanessa dropped to her knees, gritting her teeth against the pain.
There was no way she'd take another one of Jason's beatings.
"My breasts are so full, slut." She lowered her top and they plopped out. Her nipples were nearly double their usual size.
"May, I?"
She nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across her face and she leaned back.
Vanessa slipped her hand under one heavy tit and carried it to her mouth. Warm milk swished around her mouth and settled in her belly, soothing her aching body. She cupped the other one and kneaded with her fingers, enjoying its weight and fullness.
Her pussy clenched with pleasure.
Releasing one tit, she turned to the other, sucking the teat until Ma'am sighed, contented. Moving lower, she teased her apex and was rewarded with a soft purr from Ma'am.
Lost in sensations, Vanessa pushed aside the material covering the area she most wanted to taste. She pushed the panties aside and slowly traced the firm lips from top to bottom. Determined to make Ma'am cum, she licked and sucked her hot cunt as Ma'am moaned with pleasure.
Soft murmurs deepened to pants of need and Ma'am began to climax. Eager to please, Vanessa slipped two fingers into her cunt. Powerful clenches squeezed them like a vice and Ma'am groaned.
As much as Vanessa wanted to find Emma, she laid her head on the other woman's thigh, sucking her fingers as she inhaled her fragrant aroma. Ma'am rubbed the sensitive spot behind her ear, proof that she was satisfied.
Ma'am was still a bit breathless when she said, "Emma's upstairs in her room. Third door on the right."
Her room?
"She's my daughter," Ma'am explained, answering the question before Vanessa could ask it.
Vanessa tentatively made her way upstairs. Emma was Jason's sister?
