My motherly concern rose to a feverish pitch as a vision of Abigail and Candace formed in my mind. My baby was crawling half naked on the floor of a filthy public restroom, sniffing and licking each dirty tile of the bathroom floor in search of a cigarette.
I was so worried I was practically convulsing on my bed. As a mother, I had no choice. Much as I was loathe to do so, I knew I needed to confront Frank. Her baffling and inexplicable need to please him was the root of her burgeoning corruption. Everyone else was merely pawns. My biggest fear was running into Jimmy. He was under the mistaken impression that I was "into" him. The idea that I could be attracted to a man young enough to be my son, not to mention someone who groped my own daughter in front of me, was absurd and insane.
On Thursday, I worked up the courage to drive to their house. It was exactly as Abigail described in her diary. I was immediately greeted by what smelled like the stench of dead animal, rotten food, cigarettes, and body odor all rolled into one. With great trepidation, I knocked. To my dismay, Jimmy opened the door.
"I knew you'd be back," he smirked.
"I'm not here to see you," I scoffed in disgust.
"Haha, whatever you say, lady," he said, inviting me in. A handful of cockroaches scurried away as he turned on the light. He gestured for me to sit down on a sofa covered in repulsive stains. I slinked to a corner that had the least amount of residue.
"Is your father around?" I asked.
"Nope. It's your lucky day," he grimaced.
"I'd hardly call that luck," I sneered.
At this, his smirk turned into a scowl, and without warning he spit in my face.
"If you want any shot with me, you will speak to me with respect," he demanded.
"What on earth makes you think I'd ever want a 'shot' with a lowlife like you? I need to speak to your father urgently about Abigail," I said.
"Why, what's she done?" he shrugged indifferently.
I sighed. "For one thing, she's started smoking. Number two, she's doing the most lascivious things in public with a girl named Candace,"
Jimmy laughed. "Yeah, Candy's my girlfriend. Looks like Abigail's her girlfriend. I don't mind a bit. I think lesbos are hot."
"I too, am a strong supporter of the lgbt community. But, I am concerned that some of their behavior might be unsafe and unsanitary," I said.
"Oh yeah. Like what?" he asked.
I blushed with embarrassment. "Well after school on Tuesday, Candace and Abigail went to the mall to pick out Halloween costumes. Their intention was to dress up as two.. 'kitty cats'"
"Nice," he smiled creepily.
My breathing became heavy and irregular recounting the events. "They stopped at the salon, where Candace convinced Abigail to dye more of her hair blonde. She said your father preferred blondes."
"He do like them blondes," he chuckled.
"Be that as it may, she also took her to the tattoo parlor and convinced her to get 4 piercings in each ear- also to impress your father, I might add," I said.
"Sounds great so far. Then what happened?" he asked.
"At this point, Abigail hadn't had a cigarette in almost three days, so she was going through massive nicotine withdrawal. The only way to distract herself was through... lewd sexual thoughts," I said haltingly.
"What kind of thoughts?" he inquired.
"Being taken by Lex, the burly gentleman doing the piercings. Having a debaucherous ménage a trois with Lex and Candace," I said.
"So what happened next?" he pursued.
I hesitated. "She started pleasuring herself in the chair while he was piercing her ears."
"I'm not sure I understand," he feigned confusion.
"She put her hands between her legs and started rubbing her female parts," I said, teasing my own clit with my fingers to demonstrate.
"Got it. Then what happened?" he coaxed. I lay down on the couch and continued touching myself.
"She continued her depraved fantasizing until she was at the brink of orgasm. Then Lex declared that the massage was over, leaving her sexually unsatisfied and ravenously craving a cigarette," I continued.
"How very frustrating.." he commiserated.
"So Candace led her into the ladies room at the mall. She was still resisting the cigarettes at this point, but her resolve was beginning to soften. Candace told her that she needed to think more like... an animal" I felt my nipples harden as I lingered on 'animal'. I continued touching myself.
"How so?" he pushed.
"Candace said she would understand with the catsuit on. They both changed into their outfits. At this point, Abigail's mind was so far gone from withdrawal and lust she had really become the functional equivalent of an animal." Lustful thoughts overtook me as I felt my panties moisten.
"What did she do?" he asked.
"Aaahhh... She crawled over to Candace and started licking herself all over like a cat grooming itself," I breathed. I started caressing my breasts with my other hand as I continued pleasuring myself in earnest.
"Sounds pretty hot," he commented.
"Mmmmmm... Then she started bathing Candace with her tongue.." I panted.
"Nice. Lesbo action," he said crudely. He then proceeded to undo his pants and whip out his cock. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I took in the size of it. It was so much bigger than Dennis, it was like a different species.
"Mmmmm... yeah... While she was licking her all over, Candace teased her by smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke in her face. My poor baby girl was so deprived she would have done anything for that smoke," I said breathlessly.
"Anything?" he asked, stroking his monster cock.
"Candace made her promise to become an addict for life. She also made her promise to only socialize with her friend group. Finally, she told her to think of William not as a boyfriend, but as just another 'hookup'" I said, my breathing becoming increasingly strained.
"Damn.. did the bitch agree to all that shit?" I couldn't believe this heathen would use such derogatory language about my daughter in my presence. Rather than protest, I removed my panties to grant me easier access to my soaking wet pussy. I spread my legs obscenely.
