Mom's new special friends

Janet's POV

Janet wistfully watched the fine rear of her employee turned lover as it left for the shower, only to notice her daughter in turn watching her as she did. She'd been so lost in a warm haze of blissful contentment, it only just occurred that her daughter might have suspicions.

She sits opposite Haley, struggling to come up with a probing question a little more subtle than 'did you overhear me and Emma getting fucked silly by our new vampire master', when Haley does it for her.

"So, er, when did you Emma and her boyfriend get in? I passed out pretty early last night".

A blatant lie, but Janet was more than happy to play along with this wilful delusion.

"Oh, pretty late. They, um...Emma and her boyfriend are the new assistant managers, so occasionally they might come on a night to help with some paperwork".

Another blatant lie. Haley just nods as chews her breakfast. The two seemed to share an understanding for the first time in years.

"So...we...well, you..." Janet begins multiple times, A combination of a lack of imagination combined with an increasingly distracting warmth between her legs as her thoughts drift to her new master's kiss leaving her floundering, until once more her daughter comes to the rescue.

"You'll probably want the house to yourselves as you work...you can message me whenever your friends are coming over, and I can stay over at Triss' if you like".

Janet's face washes with relief as she smiles and nods. Normally she wouldn't believe for a second that girl of hers planned anything resembling a harmless sleepover at a friend's, but right now, she was willing to believe she'd spend the night at Hogwarts if it meant time alone with master.

"I think that'd be best, Hun. You don't want to be in here with us droning on about work, making calls, taking over the house, etc...just make sure to answer if I message so I know your okay".

"Sure Mom".

And with that and a peck on Haley's forehead, the mutually beneficial pantomime ends, and Janet makes herself busy with the breakfast dishes, scooping them up from the table and washing them in the sink, all the while watching Haley's reflection in the window impatiently as she makes her way out, and thumps her way up the stairs.

Without her daughter in the room, the cravings grew to a constant, enfeebling throbbing between her legs; it was all she could to keep herself busy with housework as Haley got ready for school, dishes, laundry, dusting, everything she usually left to the cleaning lady on Fridays. Once she left, and the whole house was swabbed and polished to an absurd sheen, she dug out and dusted off her old yoga mat, hoping some half-remembered relaxation exercises would cool her off. It doesnt take long for it to devolve into dryhumping the nearest cushion.

She jumps with a start at the sound of Emma theatrically clearing her throat. She's leaning in the doorway, the bare skin still glistening wet, waterlogged hair bundled up in a white towel, a second one wrapped tight around her naked figure.

Janet hops up to her feet, yanking up her soggy yoga pants, her cheeks flushed with both exertion and embarrassment as she mumbles "I, I'm sorry, I was just...well, I....-

"No need to apologise, it's your house...and your cushion." Emma replies coyly, clearly relishing her manager's panic.

"I was the exact same yesterday...whatever the master does to us, it makes us so, so goddamn horny, it's hard to do or think about anything else, right? Hell, I just tried to relief some pressure in your shower, but it's done sweet fuck all...".

She sighs and drops down heavy onto the couch, the towel around her loosening a little with the impact, exposing a hint of pale cleavage...well, pale for this household anyway. Janet joins her on the couch.

"Is that what we are now? His slaves? His whores?" Janet probes, feeling a subtle shiver down her spine at the utterance of the last one.

"...I've only been his since the night before, but when he took me, he told me I was his, that I was his property. I was scared, obviously, but it felt....*feels* right. Despite what he's done to me, I feel happy, fulfilled, in a way I never have, and I'm assuming you feel the same" Emma maintains a piercing gaze with Janet as she speaks, and Janet can only nod as she replies.

"It's not love; not romantic love anyway, I've felt that, and last night was nothing like that. It's not really just lust either. I don't know what to make of it, and frankly tha-" Emma cuts her off once more, this time with a delicate, gentle but lingering kiss, cupping Janet's cheek as the two lean into it, eyes fluttering closed.