Chapter 10 Goodnight Moon

Unbeknownst to Abigail, I was keenly aware of the events that transpired during her blackouts at the party on Saturday. When I hadn't heard from her by midnight, I started to panic. What had I done? I had encouraged my precious daughter to swim with sharks. If anything happened to her, I could never forgive myself.

I tried calling and texting, but she didn't answer. Eventually I decided I had no choice. I needed to text Jimmy.

Me: Are you with Abigail? Is she ok?

Jimmy: define ok

Me: Is she alive? Is she hurt?

Jimmy: she's passed out on the couch

Me: Oh my God.

Jimmy: she's naked except for her heels

Me: Jesus

Jimmy: randos are walking by feeling her up

Me: That's horrific!! She didn't consent to that!!

Jimmy: it's only fair- she just put on a stripper show for everyone then blew her bf while fucking her gf

Me: That does not imply consent! Is William there with her?

Jimmy: fuck no- she's dating some preppie named Trevor now

Me: Bring her home this instant!

Jimmy: i was gonna fuck her first

Me: That would be rape!!

Jimmy: so what- she'd love it and so would you

Me: I absolutely would not!

Jimmy: then you must be jealous then

Me: I am not! I don't want my daughter to be raped!!!

Jimmy: don't you dare lie to me- if we're gonna be a couple I need absolute honesty

Me:... I don't want you fucking some random skank at a party. What about me? What about us?

Jimmy: that's more like it- and what about rape?

Me: Um.. Idk, maybe?

Jimmy: ok- we'll be right over; wear something sexy

It was like he knew me better than I knew myself. I quickly changed into my sexiest red negligee (the same one Abigail would "borrow" the next day) and made myself up. I hadn't felt this sexy in years.

It was about 2 am when I heard the door creek open. The first thing I noticed was the putrid smell- and it was coming from Abigail- not Jimmy. She was naked except for her heels, and she was covered in a disgusting chunky liquid which, judging by the smell, could only be vomit.

"Oh my poor Abigail," I cried out. My maternal instinct took over, as my heart went out to my unconscious, defenseless daughter. Suddenly, I remembered that Jimmy was there too and I was wearing my most intimate and revealing lingerie, meant only for my husband.

"Hi Jimmy," I said shyly.

He sneered. "Looks like the apple don't fall far from the tree." I blushed. We were used to this feedback, but it was usually made in reference to our prodigious intellects, not our penchant for slutiness.

"Turn around," he ordered. I complied, letting him get a good view of my barely concealed bosom and derrière.

"Not bad," he grunted. I hungered for more praise. "Now clean this bitch up," he commanded. My pussy was instantly wet hearing the debasing manner in which he referred to my daughter- my pride and joy.

I laid some towels down on the couch and Jimmy placed her on top of them. Jimmy and I used bath wipes to wipe away all of the noxious vomit that was seeped into both sides of her. Whereas I was lovingly cleansing her, Jimmy seemed more interested in copping a few cheap feels. I was shocked by how thoroughly saturated she was in her own puke. She truly was a dirty, dirty girl.

After we had removed most of her sickness, I went upstairs to draw Abigail a bath, just as I had done so many times when she was little. I added her favorite lavender bubble bath from when she was a kid. Jimmy carried her upstairs, audaciously groping her along the way.

As he placed her gently in the tub, she started to stir. I couldn't let her wake up and see how I was dressed for Jimmy. How would I ever explain it?

"M-mom?" she stammered, squinting hazily at me.

"It's ok, honey. This is only a dream. You're sound asleep right now," I reassured her.

"Oh- okay," she muttered, slipping out of consciousness again. I took a bath loofah and lovingly bathed her all over just like I used to. Of course, her body was much different now. I luxuriated in the feeling of caressing her perfect teenage breasts with the loofah. I cleaned every inch of her from her shoulders to her toes.

"Don't forget to clean everywhere," Jimmy exhorted. I spread her legs slightly, and brought the loofah up to her pussy. Her breathing became increasingly labored even as she remained unconscious. Curious, I began exploring her pussy with my other hand until I found her clit. Her breathing became even more strained and she moaned ever so slightly as I teased her with the loofah in one hand and my fingers with the other.

Sensing I was distracted, Jimmy began attending to everything I was neglecting while I was laser focused on her pussy. He bathed the upper half of her body, devoting particular attention to her breasts. I was still jealous of all the attention he was giving her, but I reconciled it in my mind by imagining that if we got married, Jimmy would be her step-father and I wanted them to have a close relationship.

As Jimmy and I increased our stimulation, Abigail's moans intensified. At one point she opened her eyes, looked up at me and called out, "Mommy,".

"That's right, baby," I cried. "Mommy's going to take good care of you," I assured her, as I continued to get her off with the loofah and my fingers. "Daddy is too," I said, looking wantonly at Jimmy, who was wildly feeling her up.

Eventually, her unconscious moaning crescendoed to a fever pitch and she climaxed in my hand, splashing water everywhere.

"Thank you, Mommy. Thank you Daddy," she said sweetly, drunkenly slurring her words. Jimmy picked her up and toweled her dry. He then carried her into her bedroom, placed her into bed, and tucked her in. She closed her eyes, and started sucking her thumb, just as she had when she was a baby until she was six.

Moved by a combination of nostalgia and lust, I retrieved a copy of Goodnight Moon, her favorite book as a child. I snuggled into bed next to her, put my arm around her and read.

"In the great green room there was a telephone..." I began. As I continued to read the beloved, childhood classic, Abigail instinctively pulled down the loose fabric covering my breasts, latched onto my nipple and began suckling. A hormonal cocktail the likes of which I'd never experienced before engulfed me. I was simultaneously experiencing the same loving maternal bond I did as a lactating young mother and a ravenous, lustful, euphoria I hadn't experienced since I was a young teenager. I struggled to read the story, as her suckling brought me to the brink of orgasm.

I occasionally paused to lovingly encourage her. "That's it, baby. Nurse on Mommy."

"Yeah, bitch. Suck them titties," Jimmy added crudely, whipping out his cock. With my free hand, I started jerking him off while Abigail nursed.

"Goodnight comb, Goodnight brush," I read breathlessly. "Goodnight nobody, Goodnight mush,"

Abigail dreamily started suckling faster while I increased the tempo of my handjob.

"Goodnight to the old lady whispering hush."

Jimmy was panting and I was moaning while Abigail obliviously suckled.

"Goodnight stars, Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere."

The stimulation of my baby's mouth was too much for me. I started cumming like a woman possessed. Jimmy followed suit, spraying his seed on my hand, the book, and even a little on my breasts, which Abigail unintentionally licked off.

Completely relaxed, she sleepily unlatched, put her thumb back in her mouth, and settled down to sleep with a huge smile on her face. I hoped to God she didn't remember any of this! Jimmy and I tiptoed downstairs.

"Do you think I'm a good mom, Jimmy?" I asked seductively.

"You were tonight, but you have many years of being a shitty mom to make up for," he admonished.

I felt a pang of maternal guilt. "What do you mean?"

"You've spent years encouraging her to be smart and independent. If you want to be with me, she needs to be so dumb she has the mind of a child in an adult's body."

I thought about it. As proud as I was of Abigail and all of her accomplishments, I missed the little girl she used to be. When she went to college, that little girl would be gone forever. Maybe this was an opportunity for me to interfere with that fate.

"I have a few ideas..." I said, smiling wickedly,

Entry 10

Nov 7, 2024

Dear Diary,

I woke up on Monday at 9:30. Shit, shit, shit!! I had already slept through Ms Baker's English Lit class and even if I got there as fast as I could I would still be late for Mr Plews' AP Calc. Added to which, I had a splitting headache from 3 days in a row of heavy drinking that also left many holes in my memory. I put on my makeup, threw on a skimpy tank top and some short shorts, lit up a cigarette, and sped off to school.

Mr Plews barely noticed my entrance. He was so boring, he made Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller's Day Off seem positively vibrant! The rest of the class, both boys and girls, did a double take seeing my revealing outfit as they were used to my typical understated, elegant fashion choices.

Class was torture. I struggled to understand Calculus under normal circumstances. In the absence of any context, all I heard from old Mr Plews was a monotonous "Blah, blah, blah."

My mind started to wander. I thought about all my new experiences over the weekend- my date with Candace, the party at Trevor's, being a whore for William. In total, I was probably drunk more than I was sober- and there were vast amounts of time unaccounted for because I'd blacked out. I began looking forward to my next drink. The afternoon seemed so far away.

Then I heard the words that sent me into a panic. "Blah, blah, blah, remember your final project is due tomorrow. This is the most weighted grade of the whole semester. I trust everyone is almost done by this point." I was in big trouble. I hadn't even started yet! If I didn't get a good grade on this, I could kiss Harvard goodbye!! There was only one person who could help me. I texted Henry.

Me: Hey Henry ❤️❤️

Henry: Hi Abigail

Me: I really need help on this project. Tbh, I haven't started yet. 😔

Henry: I can help explain it if you like.

Me: I was hoping you could maybe do it for me? 🙏🙏

Henry: I don't think that's such a good idea. We could get in trouble.

Me: I promise I'll make it worth your while. 😉

Henry: What do you mean?

Me: Meet me in the men's room after class and I'll show you. 😘

Henry: Ok

"Blah, blah, blah," Mr Plews droned on. He looked and sounded like he was 100 years old. The bell couldn't ring soon enough. I jetted out of class as quickly as I could, rushed to the men's room, stripped naked, and waited in an unoccupied stall. Within moments, Henry walked in. I put my perfectly pedicured feet under the door and lured him in with my toes.

We only had 5 minutes before AP Gov and I didn't want to be late. My boyfriend was in that class! I quickly undid Henry's pants and started sucking him off in earnest. It was only the third cock I'd ever tasted, and objectively the least impressive. However, the circumstances of kneeling naked on the floor of the men's bathroom with my ass leaning into the toilet was more than compensating for his relative lack of hotness. Added to which this was Ashley's boyfriend. She had been shamelessly flirting with both Trevor and William. I guess what goes around comes around.

As exhilarating as this was, I needed him to cum quickly. I licked his ballsack, massaged his chest, and even put my finger in his buttcrack. Within moments, he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and quickly got dressed.

"Am I better than Ashley?" I asked. His stunned, lusty expression was all the answer I needed. I opened the stall, rushed past a couple of stunned looking guys, and ran as fast I could to AP Government.

I arrived just as the bell rang. Trevor saved me a seat next to him. My boyfriend gave me a wink and pointed to his lips. I didn't understand. Then I touched my own lips and felt Henry's goo. In my rush, I hadn't thoroughly licked everything off. I wiped it off with my hands and licked my fingers for Trevor's benefit. I waved to Ashley who waved back obliviously. Her eyes widened as she took in my new appearance.

"Today we will be discussing the modern day Democratic and Republican parties and their beliefs concerning the role of government," Mr Gadley began. Immediately that bitch Ashley raised her hand.

"There is no modern day Republican party. They have become a cult of personality utterly beholden to one man," she piously opined, clearly flirting with Trevor. I could not let this stand. I raised my hand to rebut her.

"One man who actually knows how to get things done, and isn't 'utterly beholden' to the deep state," I said with a huge smile on my face. Mr Gadley did a double take, as he was used to me spouting liberal orthodoxy.

Ashley's eyes widened in shock, and she mouthed "Are you serious?" to me. My boyfriend looked at me proudly.

"What you disingenuously refer to as the 'deep state' is actually the devoted non-partisan civil servants who are the lifeblood of our government," she continued, pathetically.

"They're bureaucratic hacks paid for by George Soros who hate Trump so much they want to stop him at all costs," I countered.

"They're not paid for by George Soros, they're taxpayer subsidized. And they're not acting out of malice for Trump, they're trying to prevent him from breaking the law," she said with desperation. She was getting so worked up. I could tell I was eviscerating her. I went in for the kill.

"The president has absolute immunity for most official acts, so your argument doesn't hold up. They just hate that someone loves this country so much that he'll do whatever he can to stop this invasion of illegals coming across our border- most of whom are rapists, drug dealers, and mental patients," I said, utterly debunking all of her points.

A palpable silence filled the room. My argument was so flawless that she was literally speechless. I was proud of myself for finally putting that bitch in her place, in more ways than one.

At the end of class, she tried to talk to me but I just ignored her and walked out arm in arm with my boyfriend.

At lunch, I sat outside with Emily, Carter, Enrico, and Candace.

"That was so freakin' hot on Saturday," Emily gushed. It felt so good to be accepted by her. I snuggled up next to Candace and lit up a cigarette.

"I know, right!" I said with confidence. We talked about all the cool kids at school, who was dating whom, and the latest fashion trends.

"Uh-oh. Loser alert," Emily called out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashley approaching us. I was cuddled up with my girlfriend smoking a cigarette. I felt a twinge of embarrassment realizing she'd never seen me smoke before.

"Abigail! Are you smoking?" she asked with a horrified look on her face.

"Yeah. So?" I grunted.

"What's gotten into you? First, you spout insane right wing talking points and now you're hanging out with a different crowd and... smoking??" she asked incredulously.

"Are you judging me, bitch?" I spat. She looked at me terrified, her eyes starting to tear up.

"No, of course not. I'm deeply concerned. This is completely out of character for you. You're acting like an entirely different person," she replied, doing her best to remain calm. The small part of me that was still 'Abigail' understood the point she was making and felt sorry for her. But that was no match for 'Abby'.

"You're just jealous because I pull with Trevor and William and you don't," I taunted.

"What are you talking about? I could care less about 'pulling' with Trevor and William. I already have a boyfriend and we couldn't be happier," she asserted. Well, Henry couldn't be happier, but not for the reasons she thought.

"If you say so," I said, taking another drag.

"Abigail, I'm worried about you. I love you. You're my best friend!" she cried pleadingly.

"Fuck you skank. Candy's my BFF now," I answered back, putting my arm around my girlfriend. Ashley's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she ran away sobbing hysterically.

"Fuckin' loser" I called out, loud enough for her to hear me. I felt my pussy moisten. Was I turned on by bullying the sweet girl who'd been my best friend my whole life?

After school I skipped debate without even telling Ashley. I needed a drink so fucking bad. Luckily, Enrico seemed to always be well supplied with anything a teenager might need.

"Got any booze?" I asked shyly.

"I got a 40 for $40" he muttered. It was insanely overpriced, but he instinctively understood the principles of supply/demand for high schoolers. Fortunately I had plenty of cash on hand from my appointment with William the day before. I handed him the cash and he opened my bottle of malt liquor and put it in a paper bag,

I took a few swigs and got in my car. As long as I was careful, I wouldn't hurt anyone. I took a few more swigs as I drove home deliberately.

When I got home, my mom was waiting for me in the kitchen. Dad was on a business trip and Allison was on a Girl Scout retreat, so it was just the two of us this week.

Right away she noticed my new fashion style and the bag I was carrying. She raised an eyebrow. I felt immediately embarassed. "What's in the bag?" she asked.

I hated to lie to her but I just couldn't tell her the truth. There was nobody in the world whose opinion mattered more to me. Except maybe Frank.

"Juicy Juice," I answered. It was my favorite drink when I was a kid.

"Oh, sweetheart. For all the ways you've changed, in some ways you haven't changed at all." I smiled. I loved my mom so much!

"I made you your favorite! Mac and cheese, alphabet soup, and brownies. It will go great with your Juicy Juice," she said. I blushed, thinking of the 80 proof malt liquor in my bag.

"Thank you, mom. You're the best," I said with genuine affection.

"And you should stop drinking out of a paper bag, for goodness sake. Here's a proper glass," she said, handing me a glass from the cupboard.

I poured some of the malt liquor into the glass. I hoped she didn't question why I had a 40 oz bottle of "Juicy Juice".

I dug into my Mac and Cheese. It felt like such comfort food. For a moment I forgot all about all my school, social, and relationship stress.

"This is sooo good mom. Thank you!" I said.

"Don't forget about your alphabet soup, young lady," she admonished.

I loved my alphabet soup! That was how I learned how to read!! This whole meal was a walk down memory lane.

"So what's going on in your life? I feel like we never get to talk any more," she said. I gave her a somewhat edited version of my life, as I continued to drink my "juice". I told her that Ashley and I were having conflicts. She advised me to be friends with people who loved me for who I was.

As I continued to drink, I confided more and more. I told her that I had some ambivalence about William. She told me that I was way too young to settle down. She said I would have plenty of time for that when I was a grown up. In the back of my mind I knew I technically was a grown up, but talking to my mom in my drunken state I felt like a little kid again.

I told her that a cute boy named Trevor and a cute girl named Candace both liked me. I told her that I liked them too. She said that maybe we could have a playdate some time. I also told her I had a crush of my own on an older boy. I neglected to tell her how much older. She said to always trust my heart and follow it wherever it may lead me.

I don't know what I did to have the best mom ever. Her advice, as always, was spot on and exactly what I needed to hear.

"I love you so much, mom. I don't know what I'd do without you," I said, trying not to slur my words too much. By now I had finished off the 40 in the bottle. All that was left was what was in my glass. I stumbled over to hug her, but inadvertently tripped, spilling the contents of my glass on both of our outfits.