Chapter 6: Claiming Victory

As I walked up the steps it was almost surreal - did this really just happen to me? The warmth in my pussy told me it was for real but rather than taking the hours I had expected, I must have been gone for less than an hour. Would my mom even believe me? The place was even louder than ever when I entered and I looked around for either my mom or Tammy. I finally found them in the lounge, each of them with an oversized margarita in front of them. “Well, look who’s back!” my mom said with a look of surprise on her face. “So soon? Guess I won, eh?”

Tammy looked at me over her shoulder and then straight at me as I sat down, never taking her eyes off of me in the process. There was a look in her eyes I hadn’t seen before, as if she was seeing me for the first time.

“Nope, I won,” I declared proudly.

I then explained to them all that had happened. My mom broke in a few times to clear up a detail or ask for more information but Tammy just remained silent the entire time, staring at me like I was some sort of freak or alien from outer space.

Finally, as I finished Tammy looked at me and asked, “OK, did you REALLY do all that or is this some sort of practical joke between your mom and you to play on me?”

The question actually threw me off balance for a moment. I had never even thought about such a thing although the idea was pretty clever. As proof I leaned over and showed her where I thought the cum was in my hair and smiled at her.

“Well, this isn’t hand lotion,” I said softly, “Why, don’t you believe I would actually do such a thing?”

Tammy looked at me, then at my mom, and then back at me again. “Honestly,” she started out, “I didn’t ... I just figured it was your mom and you just teasing me. I never once thought you would actually do such a thing!”

My mom started to say something but Tammy cut her off, “Good Lord Mary, doesn’t it bother you that your daughter’s a whore?”

“Now Tammy!” my mom exclaimed, “Don’t say that about my Kelly. She may be a slut but she’s not a whore. Those guys didn’t pay her for sex.”

Tammy looked like she was going to be sick. I didn’t know quite what to do but my mom turned to me and told me to go to the girl’s room and clean myself off. I did as she told me although I suspected it was more to let her talk to Tammy alone than it was for my benefit. Indeed, when I returned Tammy appeared to have settled down a bit but she wanted to go home.

It was a long ride back to her house with the first hour being fairly tense, to say the least. However, once the initial shock wore off, Tammy’s curiosity became more apparent. She started asking me questions about when I started having sex, how many guys I had fucked, and so on.

I found it interesting that she never once asked me about my dad. It’s not that she didn’t know about us, but with everything else I guess that was just too much for her to think about now. Her eyes widened several times, especially when I told her how many guys I had been fucked by, but she didn’t say anything in response to any of it. It seemed like there wasn’t much more I could shock her with anymore. Eventually things seemed to be back to normal but she had one last question to ask me.