“Ms. Sex The truth was that she still drew attention, but any time that some younger guy came on to her, all she could think about was whether or not she was some dare of “Cougar Hunting” or some such fratboy shit. Her eyes were open, frozen in fear, and her lips were smeared with Heather’s cum and a trickle of her own blood. Heather watched with wicked satisfaction as the breasts she had watched grow year by year bounced within the tight blue sports bra. “Ms. She must have been popular, just like Heather was before kids; before time weakened her muscles. “Oh, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Melissa asked, seeming sincere. What’s the matter? “But,” She paused, “If you scream, I’m going to stab you until the screaming stops.” She waved the knife in front of Kelly’s terrified face, “Understand?” A short moment passed before Kelly slowly nodded in the affirmative. Melissa was still talking, having moved on from her daughter to mundane occurrences in her life, but Heather wasn’t listening anymore. She moved quickly, carrying her prey to her bedroom and setting her down gently on the bed. Just minutes earlier her friend Melissa had texted Heather saying how happy she was to have her daughter, Kelly, home from college for the summer.
