Thread: Weekend with Momma  (MysticSparx and Ulganna)

Ven? Audrey barely whispered as she was met with what seemed very much to be her wife. That beautiful red hair, that supple frame....but she looked so young! The mother nearly jumped out of her skin when her daughter rushed into a big hug, her head snuggled into Audrey's bust. K-kayla?! Audrey was speechless, unable to react save out of instinct and returned the hug, but she was shaken by that intense hallucination. Oh...I missed you too h-honey... That wasn't good, she was stuttering, that was never a good sign. Oh! Y-yes...everythings t-the same... As Kayla squeezed past her, Audrey had to move, or risk igniting some seriously unwanted sensations. N-not at all baby. Just h-having a few friends over l-later. She watched her daughter ascend the stairs, her eyes glued to her youthful....assets. Once she was gone however Audrey was moving with purpose. Fuck... She growled as she hurried to her bathroom. Fuck... She growled again as she shut the door behind her and started fumbling through her medicine cabinet. She prayed she still had a few pills left over, enough to keep her until tomorrow when she could see the pharmacist. FUCK... Aubrey's heart stopped when she frantically popped open the bottle that was supposed to contain her anti-psychotics, and the last three tabs fell right down the drain of her sink. Oh god... Aubrey gripped the sink with white knuckles and gritted her teeth. This isn't happening.... Why didn't she say she was busy? Why didn't Kayla warn her she was coming? No. She couldn't blame her daughter, even if the girl was her biggest trigger. She looked in the mirror and groaned as standing just behind her was her late wife. You aren't real....you aren't real... She took a deep breath and held her own gaze in the mirror. You aren't real... The vision faded slowly, but faded, and Audrey could feel the weight come off her shoulders. At least she still had some manner of control. I-I can d-d-d... Aubrey hissed, barely stopping herself from punching the mirror. Instead she practically ripped every bit of clothing off and turned on the shower to cold, before stepping into the stream. She'd done this before. I....can....d-do this... She may have been in for a while, she couldn't really tell, but when she could speak to herself without stuttering, she excited the shower, shivering and naked, her well-tanned and heavily tattooed skin glistening with cold water. Without missing a beat she pulled a metal box from beneath her king-sized bed and popped it open. Inside was her stash, and a few pre-rolled joints. Venessa would understand....and after a few more minutes had passed, Audrey collected herself, redressed in a slightly more comfortable outfit consisting of sweatpants and a tank top, and headed for the kitchen. Baby? You down here? She hoped she didn't smell to much like weed, but without her meds, cannabis was about the only thing that helped cut down on her....problems. Of course the ecstasy did not help at all, quite the opposite, but if she could last until it wore off then she'd.... What the? Audrey found herself leaning on the counter with a glass of whiskey in her hand. When the hell did she make that?! She groaned, the burning sensation in her throat telling her she'd already partaken. This....could be a problematic night.