Joanne is cradling you in her arms.

As your vision swams into focus, Joanne looks down at you with a kind expression,

"Easy now, sweetie..."

You blink a couple times, still dazed, your lower half sore and pulsing in pain.

You try to get out of her grasp, but your movements feel sluggish and weak, acting with a noticeable delay between impulse and action.

Did she...

Have I been ****?!

"Hush, Don't throw a tantrum now, my sweet boy; you need to get your strength back." She murmurs, pushing on the back of your head against her exposed breast and pressing your mouth on her turgid nipple.

Are you fucking serious right now!?

Resisting her wishes is a futile attempt, as you already know, and fearing another punishing backhand you begin to suck from her nipple, getting rewarded with a steady trickle of sweetness as Joanne moans softly.

"Just like that..."

Strangely enough, you soon find yourself eagerly feeding from her bosom, and as you take your fill and then some more, the pangs of pain that still shake your brain get duller by the second.

Once you feel the static numbness in your legs fading away, you take a deep breath and push against her loving grip with all your might, but she unexpectedly lets you go without a fight.

You tumble on the floor and retreat backwards, getting as much space as you can between your ass and her; acknowledging just now that your underpants have been put back on your person.

"What did you- Ach-" you try to climb on your feet with unsteady legs, propping yourself up against the wall, "Get away from me..."

Joanne looks at you with a preoccupied expression, absentmindedly covering her exposed chest.

"You're fucking sick... all those photos... what happened to them!?" You growl.

"Oh no sweetie... it's not as it seems. They all liked that, they wanted to do that." She explains with an unsettling shameless tone.

"Y-yeah?You want me to believe that guy really enjoyed being used as a human ashtray!?"

"Timmy was... complicated. But yes, pain was his secret pleasure, all of them had one. You told me that being used was yours, so I thought..."

A shocked, befuddled expression is the only reply you can muster at her statement.

"I'm sorry, honey... I wanted to show you the pictures and explain but-"

"But what!? You thought that hitting me and forcing your fucking monster up my ass without consent was a better alternative!?" You lash out.

Joanne seems to understand just now that maybe it wasn't, "B-but the way you bent down... please excuse me, it wasn't my intention to..." tears well in her beautiful eyes. "Oh gods, I must -sigh- I did it again! Why!?" She cries out in anguish, "I never wanted to hurt you, my sweet boy, I swear! All that talk about your fiancè had me thinking that... that maybe... and you didn't really fight back, so I thought..."

You feel a surge of nausea rise from below as you look at her now, bent over crying in her hands.

Maybe this is in part my fault...

I can see now how the way I painted myself might have been misunderstood...

And honestly, if thunder didn't interrupt our "oral exam" earlier, I'm pretty sure this was the next step she had in mind anyways...

Would it have played out any different than what happened just now?

Before you know it, you find yourself limping towards her and patting your hand on her quivering shoulder.

"It's okay, I'm- I'm still breathing... and mostly walking too..."

A mirthless, stifled laugh breaks her sobs, "You're too kind with me, sweetie. I don't deserve it."

Something in your gut compels you get closer to her, even though she was the focus of your fear and anger a minute ago.

You sit beside her with a groan, "I... I know a thing or two about how you special girls have trouble restraining your, ehm, instincts. Maybe we should have worked out a safeword before... You know..."

Joanne takes a deep breath, rubbing her wet cheekbones with the back of her hand, forcing a more dignified expression on her visage.

"Too late for that now I'm afraid, I'll go call you a taxi. I'm really sorry for what happened, Liam. I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me, eventually..."

She stands up and heads for the kitchen, and you follow silently behind her shortly after.

Plugging the line cable back into its socket, she dials a number, reading the notepad dangling from the device.

"... Figures..." She whispers with a grimace,clicking her tongue, "Honey, I'm afraid the damned storm shorted the line..."

"It's fine. I was just a bit overwhelmed before, Mo- miss Joanne; if you'd still have me, I have no problem spending the night here."

They say bravery and foolishness are divided by a thin line, and boy, do I push it so fucking hard...

She pants in relief, "Trust me, what I did... it's not gonna happen again, sweetie."

Somehow, I doubt it...

"Listen... just... stop if I scream homework or something, 'kay? Might be easier to do, if I have my mouth free."

She erupts in an amused chuckle, "Homework it is, then. But don't worry, you won't need it tonight sweetie..." She says, pulling the curtains over the windows. "Look at the time! I'll get us something to eat, if you're still hungry."

Yeah, almost forgot about the whole breastfeeding affair...

Fuck, I do have a pretty slim attention span, do I?

"About that..."

"I'm sorry for that too. But you seemed so weak and I..." She gently gropes her breast.

"It's fine. And somehow it actually helped; I can still feel the burning but... I dunno, it's a lot less than I imagined." You quickly reassure her, failing once again to avoid staring at her chest.

"I'm glad to hear it. Really. But now, please go put your clothes back on, honey..." She bites her lip while shooting a brief glance at your crotch, and you abruptly realize you've been standing around all this time with a raging boner poking your thighty whites.

Suddenly flustered, you quickly retreat in the other room, and as you dress yourself, you notice the couch has been cleaned, and the fake book is back in its place.

Weird...

Now that I think about it, I'm not sticky with spunk either...

I guess she's a also a clean freak, other that a sex one.

You return into the kitchen, and promptly take a seat since your pecker is still stubbornly fighting against your zipper.

As Joanne whips up a quick meal of eggs and sausage, categorically refusing your help, you are unable to focus on anything else but her, struggling against the urge to rub the chubby soldier under the table as your eyes are locked on her wide, plump butt hugged by the thin fabric of her dress.

Things don't go much better once she sits down to eat, and even if you two exchange a few awkward lines of conversation during the meal, your mind is laser focused on her huge melons resting on the table.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Liam?

As soon as you finish your plate, you excuse yourself and make a hasty retreat to the bathroom, where you sit on the toilet and whip your cramped pecker out.

Jeez... haven't you had enough excitement for one day, little guy?

As you put your hand to work on the restless member, you quickly realize how little the self loving act is helping, feeling barely a shiver even when you crank the power to eleven.

Fuck, feels like that time I sprained my ankle and they had me on painkillers...

Did she spike the food?

No... I was like this before she even opened the fridge...

The knocking on the door pull you out of your train of thought,

"Are you all right, sweetie? You've been in there quite a while..."

Shit, how much time has passed?

"I'm... huff... I'll come out in a minute..." You pant in response,

"No, no, take your time, just... call if you need any help, honey."

Yeah, and say what?

"Sorry miss Joanne, even if you **** me earlier, you still make my dick harder than theoretical physics, can you please come in and give me a handy?"

Hell... it might actually work.

You never thought you'd fail to have a proper wank, but here we are.

Tucking your still unsatisfied prick in your trousers, you exit the bathroom, finding Joanne still waiting outside,

"What's the matter sweetie? Dinner didn't reason with your tummy?"

"No, not at all..."

"Ah, I see." She notices your bulging crotch with an amused glance, "I'm afraid that's my fault..."

"Just... forget it. I'm not... It's my fault, I can't think about anything other than-"

"Me?" She interrups, smiling. "That's normal, sweetie. It's how I feel all the time when a nice piece of work like you comes close; I think my milk has that effect on people... It must be all the hormones and-"

You stop listening, enthralled by her mere presence, your heart pummeling your ribcage like a steam engine, the smell of her parfumed skin enticing you to get closer and...

Her hand catches yours as it moves on her thigh, dangerously close to her groin. "Alright young man, let's not get ourselves messy again, hm?" She warns you with an half smile.

Snapping out of your lustful trance. you jump back; "Damn... I'm- do you really feel like this all the time?"

"Only when someone like you is around, boy..." She puts both hands on your shoulders, and you instinctively drop on your knees;

"Oh come on... just... stand up, please..." She looks away exasperated, biting her lip as the encumbrance between her legs jolts upwards.

You quickly rise up to your feet, flustered, "I-I think I'll go lay down."

"Yeah... I guess we should both call it a night, eh?" She replies with a sigh.

She hurries back to the living room, fetching a blanket and pillows from an armoire in the corner and placing them on the couch.

"Good night, Liam..." She says, heading towards the stairs in the foyer.

She stops at the top, leaning on the wooden parapet, "If you need something...anything at all, my bedroom is up here; Just knock." She murmurs.

And with that, you're alone.

Just you and your unrelenting erection.