She was my 10:00 appointment, but when she got to my office, all she did was stand in the doorway as if uncertain to come in. I motioned for her to come on in, and she reluctantly came in and took a seat. Since she had called our office and requested to speak to someone, I waited for her to feel comfortable enough to start talking.
As she sipped on a glass of water, I gave her the once over. I knew already that her name was Ruth Ann Simpson. She looked to be in her late teens. She was a cute girl but it looked like after a lifetime of being put down and made fun of, she turned within herself and that beauty was never allowed to blossom.
She finally spoke.....
"Ms. Thompson my name is Ruth Ann Simpson. I am in High School but I probably look younger then I really am. I have been told this before. Anyway I am here today because I don't know who else to turn to and if you can't help me then I guess all hope is lost."
With that said she began to cry. I offered her some tissues and a fresh glass of water. When she calmed down, she continued........
"I am at a lost about what to do. I honestly feel that if you can't help me that I will become pregnant within the next several months against my will."
She now had my full attention! Was she being molested by a trusted family member? Was she being raped repeatedly? I wanted to know.
"Let me back up before I give you the wrong impression. My Father left before I was born. I live with my Mother and Grandmother. We led a simple but happy life, until.....until......"
Fresh tears began to groove lines down her sorrowful face. Could it be that the Mother's or Grandmother's boyfriend has been abusing her? This was beginning to shape up very ugly. While I waited for her to stop the tears, I checked and made sure that my friend on the Police Dept was still on my speed dial. She went on.........
"Well, my Mom got a boyfriend and he makes her very happy. He was super nice to everyone in the family including myself. But there was just something about him that I couldn't put my finger on. I didn't trust him! For one thing, my Mom seemed just a little too happy. Whenever James, thats his name, was around she was just smiling silly like some young kid or something. My Granny told me it was because he had a superior cock, whatever that is, and is putting it to Mama all the time?! I didn't know what the meant. I just thought she meant he had a big dick, you know? Excuse my language. Anyway, Granny has a dirty mind even though she is only 54 years old and doesn't look it. I bet she is getting her share of cock too. Sorry, I got off track there. Well like I said my Mother is so happy now and never spends any time with the rest of the family anymore."
Now I am lost! If the boyfriend isn't having sex with her, why is she telling me all this? I decided the best course of action was to just shut up and let her go on.
"One day I came home late after attending a ball game at school and the house was almost pitch black it was so dark. I feared the worse and rushed into the house only to have my Granny put her hand over my mouth and tell me to shut up. Then she made me follow her toward my Mom's bedroom. I heard the moans before reaching the door. The door was cracked open and we both looked inside.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My mom was on the floor naked begging James to please let her suck his..his...thing! She had this dazed look in her eyes like she had her eyes open but she couldn't see anything but him.
I started to get mad and scream at them when my granny hit me in my arms telling me to be quite and look at the size of that sucker, those were her words...look at the size of that sucker!!
Against my better judgment, I looked in the door again and saw it. From what I saw of it before it slipped down my Mother's throat seemed okay as far as cocks go, but I have seen bigger on the internet. Granny was staring at it like she hadn't seen a cock in years, and come to think of it maybe she hadn't.
I couldn't take my eyes off my Mom as she was sucking and licking like some slut or something. She would deep throat him and then lick and kiss his balls.
The she would lick the entire length of his shaft as she did things to herself that he told her to do. When I looked back and saw my Grandmother playing with her own tits...I had had enough!!
I walked out the front door and rang the doorbell yelling to my Mom that I can't find my key. All the lights snapped on and she yelled at me to wait just a moment. The scary part was when she finally opened the door for me everyone inside were acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Even my Grandmother acted like she didn't know what I was talking about when I pulled her aside and talked about what we both had seen. I didn't know what the hell was going on??"
She seemed to be on a roll, so I cancelled my remaining appointments for the rest of the day and let her continue.
" Several weeks later, my Mother informed me that she was pregnant! There was no doubt on who was the father. That by itself was a great shock to me but things got worse. About a month later....my Grandmother told the family that she also was pregnant. I don't think she even had a boyfriend. Now here it was both my Mother and Grandmother were going to have babies!! Do you want to know the weird part? I think that James is the Father of both! I don't know how the hell that is possible, but I just know it is. Like I also know that if you don't help me .... I will be carrying his baby next!"
She was too upset to go on, so I told her to just take a break and relax while I talk to a friend of mine. I stepped into another room and made my call. Almost half an hour later I came back, but not with the news I knew she wanted to hear. From her statement I concluded that neither the Mother or the Grandmother had been raped or molested and without their testimony no charges could be filed. I told her that I could pay the family a visit, but she insisted that by doing that I would only be making things worse! I gave her my business card and promised that I would stay in touch with her. She left with a disappointed look on her face.