Screaming in Terror

Mom's eyes opened and opened wide upon seeing her own daughter on top of her. She screamed, thrust Abby off her naked body and pulled the covered herself up immediately. "What the fuck!? WHAT THE FUCK!?" She turned her wild eyes to Sierra and snipped. "You said it would be you!"

Abby realized immediately that she'd had it all wrong. Her mom and Sierra had something going on (maybe even Dad too), but it wasn't Mom who came into her room last night, it was Sierra. And Mom was expecting Sierra to come to her tonight, not her own daughter. It was all an elaborate trick. Her heart sank again upon realizing that Mom would surely have to realize that the trick wouldn't have worked if Abby herself hadn't knowingly agreed to participate. And she'd know how easily she'd been persuaded to be a mother fucker.

God, what had she done? She'd licked up and made out with her own mother. This was it. Nothing could every feel normal again. Life would only be a mess of horrible awkwardness.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Mom shouted.

For a second Abby thought she was talking to her. But then she realized she was looking at Sierra who couldn't suppress her proud laughter.

"How could you?" Abby asked her girlfriend, tears building in her eyes, feeling like her life had been totally ruined in the moment.

"I hardly did anything" Sierra sniggered "I'm not the one who's wet for my own Mommy."

"I mean it! Out now!" Mom repeated.

Sierra shrugged and playfully ran out of the room. That left Abby's humiliation and Mom's fury and Abby couldn't bare to look at her. She ran out behind Sierra, chased her to her bedroom and watched her quickly pack up her stuff. "Why did you make me do that?" She cried.

Sierra showed no remorse. "I didn't make you do anything, sweetie. Besides you're already forgetting something important."

Abby wasn't listening. She was pulling on her robe. She felt very exposed. "I cared for you. I thought I even loved you." She followed her girlfriend all the way to the front door. "Why won't you tell me why you did that?"

Sierra turned to face her probably ex-girlfriend. "Two reasons. First, it was fun as fuck." She flashed a big smile. "And second, when you remember what you're forgetting, you might even thank me one day." She grabbed Abby's shoulders and pulled her in for one last kiss, then vanished down the street.

Abby slowly made her way downstairs to her bedroom. She wanted to avoid Mom for the time being, or maybe forever. What did Sierra mean by "Remember what you're forgetting?" What was even true anymore? Was it true that Mom and Dad were swingers? After all, where was Dad tonight? And it had to be true that Mom was expecting to fuck Sierra tonight, who she knew was her daughter's girlfriend. That was pretty messed up. She couldn't be the only one messed up and responsible for this.

Mom's voice called her from upstairs. "Abigail! Get up here now!"

This was horrible. She was too confused and traumatized to have to deal with being in trouble. She thought maybe the could just agree to forget about the whole thing.

As she walked into the kitchen and saw Mom, also wrapped in her robe, she remembered something, perhaps the thing Sierra was talking about. Mom had said something to her after their kiss (oh God, she'd actually tongue kissed her mother). She'd said, "You make Mommy very happy." Why had she said that?

Mom looked at her sternly. "Is that whore girlfriend of yours gone?"

Abby took a deep breath. "Yes..." then thought she needed to explain every thought in her head. "Mom, look..."

"Shhhhhh" Mom interrupted her then produced a wine bottle from behind her back. "Here's what we're going to do?"