It had been seventeen years since Mary's husband died in a tragic accident. Her daughter had just turned one before the event. Mary never remarried and was determined to provide Becky with the best possible upbringing possible. As a result of a large insurance settlement, Mary was provided with a good home and educated at private schools while growing up. It was not until her senior year in high school, that Becky started to behave in a wayward manner. Mary could not put a finger on the cause in the change in Becky's behavior. Becky began to become rebellious and distant with her mother. She would stay out late and hang with the people that Mary thought were a bad influence on her daughter.
After graduating from a private high school and turning eighteen, Becky's actions took a turn for the worse. It became a normal occurrence for Becky to come home late, clothes disheveled, and smelling of pot or booze. On several occasions, Mary tried to speak to Becky about this, but to no avail. One Friday afternoon, Mary did some searching on intuitions specializing in wayward girls. Mary found one located in the county about an hours drive from her house. Mary wrote down the number and then shut off the computer. She walked into the kitchen, lit a cigarette and poured a cup a fresh coffee. She sat at the kitchen table looking at the number and the phone on the kitchen wall.
Mary got up from the table and picked up the phone from the cradle. She returned to the table and sat back down. Her fingers nervously pressed down on the keypad. Her heart beat raced as the phone began to ring. After what seem to be an eternity of rings, the call was answered.
A woman's voice answered the incoming call. "Worthington School for Girls, how may I assist you?"
"This is Ms. Thomas and I have a daughter who I've lost control over. I found your school and I need help."
"One moment please. I'm going to connect you to Ms. Madison who is one of our counselors." Replied the lady.
"Thank you." Mary said.
Mary listened as the call was transferred.
"This is Ms. Madison. How may I assist you?"
"Ms. Madison, this is Ms. Thomas and I'm concerned about my daughter's behavior lately."
"Ms. Thomas, can you provide me with some of the actions of your daughter that concern you?"
"Yes. During the last year she has become more distant and has no respect for me any more. She comes and goes when she pleases and the last time she came home late, she smelled of pot and booze."
"Is your daughter sexually active Ms. Thomas?"
Mary though about this before replying "I'm really not sure. She could be, but I hope she's not. How would one know about this?"
"Ms. Thomas, some mothers when doing the laundry check their daughter's panties for evidence. Some mothers have found crusty stains where semen has leaked out of the vagina and some have found brown stains mixed in with semen stains indicating the girl had anal sex. Can you get her panties from the laundry basket and then tell me what they look like?
"Yes. Give me a moment please."
Mary went to the laundry basket and picked out Becky's dirty panties and brought them to the kitchen table.
"Ms. Madison, I have her panties from the last week."
"Very good Ms. Thomas, now look at the crotch and describe them to me."
Mary began to open up the dirty panties. "One pair has no crusty stains but they smell very strong."
"You daughter most likely let a boy finger her privates while she wore them. Her privates secreted their fluids in to the panties."
Mary looked at the next pair and noticed the crotch has crusty stains in it. She then told Ms. Madison of the finding and then picked up another pair. The next pair showed signs of anal sex. She again told Ms. Madison of the findings.
The next pair was very crusty and Mary seemed baffled by this. She described them to Ms. Madison who then replied. "This is evidence that some boys pulled a train on your daughter."
"What does pulling a train mean Ms. Madison?"
"I afraid Ms. Thomas, that this indicates your daughter let several boys have intercourse with her. After the first one does his nasty thing, another does the same with her and this continues until either the boys are worn out or you daughter's vagina is. This indicates that your daughter is hussy, tramp or slut."
Mary looked at the next pair and exclaimed "Oh my!"
"What is it Ms. Thomas?"
"I have a pair of panties that are crusty and also stained with blood."
"Your daughter is having intercourse during her period. This is most disturbing and perverted to say nothing else."
"Ms. Thomas, based upon these findings, it is imperative that you bring your daughter in as soon as possible. I'm afraid if we don't act soon, your daughter will be out whoring herself to all sorts of scum and perverts. We are available 24 hours a day, seven days a week. All you need to do is call before driving over so we can be ready to accept her."
"Ms. Madison, I believe you are right. I will call you as soon as Becky comes home. Thank you so much for your help and I look forward to your institution in helping my daughter."
"Ms. Thomas, Thank you for the kind words and I look forward to helping your daughter."
Mary hung up the phone, poured another cup of coffee, and lit another smoke. She sat at the table looking at her daughter's dirty panties and all she could thing about is how many boys where putting their cocks up her daughter's holes. "I guess is she's having vaginal and anal intercourse, I'm sure she been sucking cock too." She thought to herself.
It was still early in the afternoon and Mary got up from the kitchen and headed towards her bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water heat up. Mary removed her shirt and shorts and stood in front of the mirror in her bra and panties. She removed her bra and looked at her 34B breasts before pulling down her panties. When she removed her panties, she noticed they were damp. Mary got into the shower and then poured liquid soap on her tits. She closed her eyes as she rubbed her tits. All she could think about was her daughter getting fucked and her not getting any. Her right hand then slid between her legs and she began to rub her cunt. She started out rubbing slowly and then went faster as she pictured her daughter on her back, legs wide open, pussy oozing cum as one boy after another fucked her daughter. She even had thoughts of Becky on all fours, getting a cock up her ass and her mouth stuffed with another. Mary came hard as she thought about her slut daughter and the fact she was going to teach her a lesson. Mary thought to herself. "Maybe if I was getting laid like my daughter, I wouldn't care so much. Just wait till that little slut gets home. It's going to be a rude awakening for her sorry ass."
It was soon six o'clock and no word from Becky. Mary figured it would be another late night again. Her prior discussions with Ms. Madison had some how awakened her otherwise dormant sexually feelings. Feeling somewhat frisky, she picked up the phone and called the local pizza place. Mary placed her usual Friday night order and was told the pizza would be there in about 45 minutes. Mary opened a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of twenty years old scotch. She fixed herself a drink and sat at the kitchen table with her scotch and smokes. By the time the doorbell rang, she had put away four drinks and was feeling good.
She went to the front door, looked through the peephole and saw the delivery boy on the porch. Mary opened the door and the young man told her the total at $14.85. Mary asked the young boy to come inside while she got the money. Mary returned to the front room with her wallet.
