“Morning sleepy head,” I mocked towards her.“Shut up twerp,” she snapped.“Well someone’s in a good mood this afternoon.”“Why don’t y...u put some clothes on, I don’t want to see that.” She went into the fridge, and as she leaned in I saw her bend over and watched as the bottom curves of her ass showed below the edge of her shorts. Instantly my little friend shot to life. I really wanted to go masturbate but I didn’t want to get up and let her notice the gigantic teepee sticking out of my. She stuffed the two tickets into the slot and went to the door. She thought it was a bit odd not to have a greeter to direct customers, but, again, the ad in the paper promised a very different kind of scare. The front door was one of the old-fashioned kind with a brass doorknob and oval glass window. The curtained window had a pair of bloody handprints streaking down it. The door creaked loudly as she stepped inside. A single electric candle flickering on the peeling wallpapered. “Yes, aunty, yes.”This is where I decided to go for the kill. “Come, baby, let mom give you her milk.” And giving him little time to react, I thrust my delicious boobs in his mouth. He was only too eager to suck on them like a thirsty calf. While he suckled on my boobs, I kept harping on the mom theme.“Ah, my little boy likes mom feeding you milk from her boobs?” He reacted with muffled groans of pleasure in a strong affirmative. It was easy for me as I imagined Joy in my husband’s place.. All of our pigs escaped, so we lost all of them. Since then, we have lived off hunting and scavenging, but some bastards chased us off what was left of our farm a week ago. Since then, we have been living in town."By the way, please call me Abner." Sure thing, Abner, and you can call me Joe. We all go by first names in our community. And that brings us to why we happened to be driving down this road. We are members of a community of just over 40 souls, counting the babies, and we are looking.