Mama's girl

"If you're planning on screaming lady, I'd think about how much that baby in the next room needs a mama."

Andrea stopped in mid-inhale, her eyes solidly fixed on the intruder's gun.

"What do you want from me?"

"Clothes. Stripes may be in this year, but this kind of outfit draws too much attention."

"You'll never get away with this, you know."

"It's worked so far. Now strip."

"But I have clothes in my room..."

"That's not what this is about; now do it."

Melissa watched the woman remove her clothes one item at a time. The woman was obviously humiliated about being seen naked; she probably fucked her husband with the lights off. That would be a shame with a hot body like that; her eyes traced the curve of the woman's hips, which were just about perfect. As her apron came off she got a good look at the woman's chest through the green blouse... with the wet marks around her nipples. Melissa's pussy-flower started making honey.

"Please, do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to. Now hurry it up!"

Melissa had been on the run for two days now. She'd managed to fuck her way past the prison doctor, two guards, and even that dyke of a matron. Her cunt-honey was a powerful aphrodisiac, and she hadn't met anyone yet who could resist it. And the best part was she still had her ace in the hole, so to speak. One fuck, total mind control, victim of her choice. Sweet.

But that wasn't what it was all about right now. She had to get some more money, and a way to blend in. And this little Betty Crocker was key to that.

Andrea stood in front of the armed woman and blushed. "Okay, I'm done."

"You're a bit thick, aren't you lady? I want totally naked, the underwear too."

Tears welled in Andrea's eyes as she unclasped her bra. This woman - this criminal - was going to see her body. She'd already seen the milk-stains, which was bad enough, but there was ****. Little Stephanie needed a Momma, even one who was a fallen woman.

When the woman's breasts fell free, Melissa struggled to avoid licking her lips. That was the downside of this alien bullshit; she was attracted to everyone. She could feel the warmth between her legs and her little labia-tentacles stiffening in time with the ones on her chest. After that came the garter belt and then the panties; Melissa's honey was starting to ooze. Focus, girl; focus!

"What's your name, lady?"

"Andrea."

"On your knees, Andrea. Now hold your hands out in front with your wrists together."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to tie your hands so you don't act up. Now, I'm putting down the gun but I can still get to it and shoot you if I have to. So do it."

Melissa set the gun out of Andrea's reach, then picked up one of the beautiful thigh-length silk stockings and bound her captive's wrists. The woman could get out of them without too much difficulty, but if experience was any guide it take her five or ten minutes of squirming. Now it was Melissa's turn to undress. She kicked off her shoes, shucked off her top and then untied the string and let her pants fall. That was pretty much it.

"Oh my stars, what happened to you?"

"You're interested in my new biology? Take a closer look."

Melissa walked up and shoved Andrea's nose into her flower. The young mother started trembling and mewling. But she also kept it there.

"Did I say look? I meant lick."

Andrea couldn't help herself. Her tongue came out and touched the flower. She lapped, and then sucked, the sweet liquid, savoring its taste as it slipped down her throat and warmed her right down to her... between her legs.

The baby started fussing.

"What's that?"

"It's feeding time. She'll start crying if she doesn't get fed."

"Then she gets fed. But first, we test the milk."

"What do you... ohhh-hhh!"

The mother's breast milk tasted warm, hearty and just a bit sweet.

"Hmm. Could be sweeter."

Melissa scooped some honey from her snatch and rubbed it over Andrea's nipples.

"Hnah! Hnnh! Stephanie..."

Melissa put a pillow behind Andrea and pushed her back so she was lying on it.

"I'll be right back."

Andrea watched the naked convict walk to the baby's room, then come back with her daughter, the baby's tiny hands grasping at the woman's hair. She set Stephanie down on Andrea's chest and the baby immediately reached for mama's breast. Suckling normally felt tender and relaxing, but this had an undertone that Andrea really didn't want to think about.

Melissa wanted to stay and watch, but business before pleasure. She went into the woman's bedroom and began rifling through her clothes. She found a nice green dress that fit her closely enough, and a couple of more casual dresses, along with several pairs of those luscious silk stockings, plus underpants, garters, and even a couple of girdles. On one side of Andrea's underwear drawer she found some bras that fit, too; they weren't so milk-swollen.

The third time Melissa checked little Stephanie had stopped sucking and cuddled into her mother's bound arms. The baby was squirming and looking a bit distressed, so Melissa picked it up and burped it. Then she set it back down.

Andrea looked up with pleading eyes. "I feel strange, kind of wet; is it hot in here?"

"That's just being horny. Do you want me to do something about it?"

"No! That's sick!"

"Spread your legs then, and wait. Or stick your fingers in."

"Yuck!"

"Suit yourself." Melissa bent down and picked up the other one of Andrea's stockings. "Now, it occurs to me that I don't want you to see what I'm wearing when I leave." She wrapped the stocking over Andrea's eyes and tied it behind the woman's head.

"Now, you lie there and be quiet. It's seven minutes to three; you just have to expose your hot little pussy until three o'clock strikes. Then you can get yourself untied and go back to your boring old life. Otherwise, I still have a gun. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Melissa knelt over the woman and deliberately dripped a little honey onto Andrea's open cunt, making sure the woman's clit was properly anointed. Andrea whimpered in frustration.

Six minutes later Melissa, now fully dressed in civilian clothes and holding a purse and an overnight bag with clothes, makeup, and half of Andrea's jewelry, returned to the front room. The baby was soundly asleep and Andrea's fingers were desperately rubbing her snatch.

She heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway; probably the husband. Much as she would love to see his expression when he came in the door, that would lead to too many complications. She dropped the gun into her new purse and left quietly through the back door.