The Runaway: Part One

Jessa Rhodes finally snaps. She stuffs her few belongings into a bag and bolts, done swallowing her father’s endless jabs. Days later, dizzy with hunger, she digs through someone’s trash behind an enormous house. Cherie Deville hears the noise, storms outside, and yanks Jessa upright by the arm. Jessa blurts out the truth—she ran from an ugly home and has nowhere left to go. Cherie studies her face and smiles. “A girl this pretty doesn’t belong in the street,” she says. She offers Jessa food, a bed, and every comfort if she agrees to stay and play the missing role in Cherie’s life: daughter, lover, whatever Cherie craves. The price? Call her “Mommy” and mean it. The bargain is struck. Inside, they kiss hard. Cherie peels Jessa’s filthy clothes away and palms her small, bare breasts, whispering promises of safety and heat. Jessa climbs onto the couch, spreads her thighs, and lets Mommy admire her smooth pink slit. Cherie parts the lips with two fingers, licks deep, sucks her swollen clit until Jessa’s body shudders and she comes in loud, helpless bursts. Cherie isn’t finished. She drops onto the cushions and orders Jessa to worship. Jessa strips Cherie’s shoes, draws each toe between her lips, then slides greedy fingers inside Mommy’s dripping cunt. She pumps until Cherie arches, moans, and climaxes so hard the couch frame rattles.