Nancy goes to see what's up with Steve and has a deadly encounter. Contains strong sexual content and language.
"Nance? Nance it's Steve can you meet me?"
"S-steve?" Nancy was petrified, she sat up and checked to make sure her door was closed.
"I didn't do it."
"I know I know. Where are you?"
Nancy was tired but she couldn't leave Steve hanging, his life could be ruined forever if she didn't do something. Steve was hiding out in the old Mum and Pop VHS and Beta Max store that was all boarded up; it actually never used to be that kind of store it was for meat packing but it was done over to fit with the 80's aesthetic, so they literally made over an abandoned store for meats to a relic from the past and spent real money on signs for a fictional business. Steve was in back, you could still smell old meat and spices, strong sausages, and head cheese. A hand grabbed her shoulder.
"AH!" Seeing it was a jumpy Steve she swatted him, "Why would you scare me like that!?"
"I'm sorry, OK? Just follow me."
There was an office break room in back where he'd been camping out, he had fresh coffee made and offered her some but she refused but that didn't stop him from pushing a mug into her hand; he was jittery, on a caffeine high.
"I told them you couldn't have done it. Where is he, where's Tommy?" Steve shrugged, still jittery he spilled some of the hot black stuff onto the already stained floor. "You need to relax."
"Can't sleep."
"I know what you mean," well for her there were different reasons, a fear of seeing her mother's giant ass in her face again.
"I keep seeing him!"
"How's your back?" She remembered how awful it looked when she first saw it that morning; she made him stand still and lifted up his shirt, the cut looked just as brand new as last she saw it, it seemed impossible.
"Was it a man? Did he tell you his name?"
Steve froze and before he could answer they were both startled by a heavy clanging out front of the shop. Nancy wanted to go with him to investigate but he insisted she stay put, going far as sitting her down on the old smelly couch. Things were too quiet when Steve left the room like time paused.
"It was just a rat!" He finally called back after leaving her in suspense.
Nancy could feel her body getting stiff, she had force her eyelids to stay open, maybe that coffee was a good idea. Steve came back in, she could only make out his silhouette; the weird thing was she didn't remember him wearing a fedora.
"Steve?"
He laughed, his laugh as he stood outside the door frame, the laugh echoed and turned more maniacal, more rough like he was a smoker. He lifted his hand up, she gasped at the sight of long blades instead of fingers. His laugh got worse like he was right up in her face. She tried to get up off the couch but found her body stuck to the cushions, they had somehow turned into some kind of sticky substance. The man masquerading as Steve walked into the room showing off his burnt and scarred face; his skin was gone he was a walking corpse.
"Hello, Nancy!"
She just wanted to leave but it looked like there was no escape for her this time. "I-I know who you are!"
"Oh? Well I ain't Santy Claus!" She saw that her clothes were the only things holding her back, Nancy thought quickly and shed herself of her shirt and jeans, "Get back here, BITCH!" Nancy ran into what should've been a closet but was actually an impossibly long hallway. In just her tiny bra and panties she ran like she never had before. The hallway looked like it had an end but no matter how close she got to it, Nancy seemed to be pulled away or the floor kept growing. The bastard's laughter was growing to.
"Don't worry, Nancy! Your mother is here to help you!" Nancy looked back and saw a woman in shadows that could've been Karen holding her arms out to her but it was hard to tell, it was just so surreal. She slowed down her running for one second and somehow Karen had gotten closer, her face hidden and arms still stretched out. Her top exploded and her large breasts sprang out. Nancy lost her footing and fell backwards into them.
"AHHHH!" She fell into breasts the size of balloon floats only softer and bouncier, they sounded like milk jugs when they shook; it looked like Nancy was going to sink into them like quicksand, "NOOO! FRREEEDDDYYY!"
"HAHAHA YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"
Nancy managed to pull away, pissing the nightmare demon off, he grabbed her by the hair, lifting her off the ground. He made her face her, one last terrified look before she died. He showed her his blades ready to slash. Nancy closed her eyes and tried to wake up, tired to make this all go away. She lifted an arm up in front of her to block his attack and felt nothing but she did hear the sound of metal or iron. When she opened her eyes again she saw that a knight's gauntlet had somehow gotten on her hand and saved her from Freddy. He was not pleased by this, seeing she did that didn't only make him angry but maybe scared too. He let go of Nancy's hair and she descended upward into a light.
"I'LL GET YOU BITCH! AND YOUR WHORE MOTHER TOO!"
Nancy woke up with Steve shaking her, "Nance! Nance! You're having a nightmare!"
"What?" Nancy looked around and saw she had rings around her wrist from someone squeezing her and her shirt was ripped. Steve ddin't know what any of this meant. Nancy told him to stay there, that she'd figure out what to do. When she told him to promise not to fall asleep he promised with no hesitation.
Nancy looked so worn out, dark rings around her eyes she just looked at her plate of smiling eggs and bacon; Karen still thought she looked great.
"What are we doing today?"
"Uh..."
"Maybe we could go up to my room. We can sleep all day," she said, tugging on Nancy's collar. Nancy was so out of it she barely noticed her mother making a pass at her, she was on her third cup of coffee, "Oh wow when did you start drinking coffee?"
"Six hours ago," Nancy said with another sip.
Karen was growing concerned and called up Robin for advice.
"Sounds like she needs a little TLC."
"Ooh!" Karen exclaimed.
"Now she might be a little cranky but just try to drop subtle hints that you want to take her to bed."
"Well you know, Robin, I've tried but I guess I'll have to ramp it up a bit."
"Well lucky for you I have some suggestions," Karen could hear Robin flipping pages in a notebook of hers.
The next morning, still no sleep, Nancy hadn't heard from Steve, she didn't know if he took her seriously or not. Her head fell out from her hand and hit the kitchen table for the third time that morning. Karen placed a plate of pancakes and really poured on the rich maple syrup.
"There you go, hun," she said, planting the wettest kiss on Nancy's cheek; she didn't flinch but she did stare back as Karen walked by her, Nancy swore she felt cold flesh hit her arm. The back of Karen's tight blue jeans were cut so her two perfectly round ass cheeks stuck out for Nancy to see. Chewed up pancake fell out of her mouth, this was insane. She quickly closed her mouth and pretended to be enjoying her pancakes when Karen turned back to her and smiled. Karen sat down in her chair and started to eat, Nancy was so drowsy she didn't know if half of what was happening was really happening. A bit of pancake and syrup slid down Karen's pink blouse into her large cleavage gap. "Oh my would you look at that!" Nancy forced her eyes to stay open and watched Karen remove her top, letting her see that beautiful purple bra support her perfect breasts. She could hear Freddy say: "Mother-Fucker".
Karen kept purposely spilling syrup on her boobs and this did make Nancy smile but most of that was lack of sleep and fatigue. "Mind helping me clean this up?" Karen stuck her bottom lip out being all pouty and innocent, well maybe not so innocent. Nancy's vision was so blurred but she grabbed some paper towel and wet it and helped her as best as she could. "Shame to let all that syrup go to waste, Nance."
Nancy surprised Karen by dabbing her finger into Karen's cleavage and putting it in her mouth, Nancy never broke eye contact with her, when she did she left the table. Karen was beyond swoon, she followed Nancy back to her chair and pushed her fork off the table, bending over so her cheeks almost met Nancy's face. Nancy needed the distraction so it was working in a way but after a few more strange incidents with cutlery and her mother's anatomy she asked to have a talk with her, Karen decided on her room being the perfect place.
Nancy sat on the edge of her mother's bed, Karen in her usual bikini outfit sat next to her, both unsure how to come clean about their feelings.
"I just don't understand."
"Well...I've felt this way a long long time now."
"But I'm your daughter."
"I know but...you're also my stud muffin."
Nancy couldn't help but smile at that smile Karen was giving her, why that nickname she didn't know.
"Mom, I don't want you getting locked up."
"I worry more about you," she said, caressing Nancy's cold hands, "I wish you would get some sleep. Those killers can't get you."
Nancy sighed, tired of keeping this a secret, "Mom do you know who Fred Kruger is?"
"Fred...," she saw her daughter's serious eyes and answered, "He was a very bad man...he was a child killer. But he got off. Us parents went to get justice. He was found living in the abandoned steel mill. It was set on fire killing him and stopping him from ever harming another child again."
"Wait you were there? It was mob justice?"
"I watched, I didn't participate. I had to make sure he was dead. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you...you're everything to me," she said this, feeling Nancy's jawline and making her blush.
"I really mean that much to you?"
"Yes," Karen said breathlessly, "I think you're the most amazing girl in the world and I would die to save you. I think you're totally awesome, sexy as hell and a real dreamboat."
"Whoa...," Nancy saw just how serious Karen was, her eyes didn't look as sick as before, they looked kind and inviting. "I've always wanted to be wanted. I just didn't think anyone would really feel that way."
"Can I have one more kiss to prove it to you?"
Nancy saw just how desperate she was, she couldn't refuse her, "OK but not too long..."
"Our first kiss was nice wasn't it?"
"Hhm," Nancy said, finding her giddiness strange.
They both got nice and close, puckering their lips and closing their eyes; Nancy was startled when this time she saw fireworks. Karen's tongue invaded hers, wrestling it all about, making her compete for her mouth. Nancy almost didn't realize her hand was under Karen's panties. Karen's moans opened Nancy's eyes, she could feel her fingers deep inside her and it was making her feel things she hadn't felt. Karen's hand was already down her pants and she didn't want it to leave. Karen and Nancy were at it like the sex freaks they were becoming. They screamed into each others' mouths as they felt sweet bliss.
"That's it! That's it! AAAHHHHHHHHH! NNNNNNAAANNNNNNCCYYYYYWWWHHHHHEEELLLLLEEEERRRRRRRRR"
"MMMMOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYYY!" Nancy came, squirting upward, all over her own face, Karen pulled her fingers out and tasted her sweet necture, Nancy took a while to pull her fingers out of Karen but when she did she felt just how wet the Milf was.
"How do I taste, baby?"
Nancy was already disturbed that Karen actually tasted her cum, it was enough to make her gag partially but for whatever reason she really wanted to find out. She sniffed her fingers and was pleased by it, not so scary. Karen decided to speed things up and took hold of Nancy's fingers and put them very delicately into her small mouth. Nancy's wide eyes told her everything, told her that she had her, she was hers. "Good?" Nancy nodded like a good girl, she was shocked by how much she liked this. Karen instigated another kiss, they both tasted each others' juices and became out of breath rather quickly since they were still recovering from their fingering.
"Do you want to play with Mommy's ass?"
Nancy was wide awake to this reality, she bit her lip, afraid of her own answer. She nodded, still innocently. Karen kissed her again.
To be continued to see how things go down! Thank you for reading!