Kate
Copyright© 2026 by Drabbles
Chapter 11: Facing Forward
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 11: Facing Forward - What happens when you try to defend the wrong person? How do you recover when everything you wanted to believe was wrong? One woman's journey.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Drunk/Drugged Rape BiSexual Incest Mother Son BDSM Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging AI Generated
The initial euphoria of the arrests faded within days, replaced by the grinding reality of the legal system.
Three weeks after Timmy’s arrest, the District Attorney called Kate with an update that made her stomach sink.
“The trial won’t be for at least six months,” DA Patricia Morales said, her voice apologetic. “We have five defendants, thousands of pieces of evidence to process, and their lawyers are already filing motions to delay. This is going to be a marathon, not a sprint.”
Kate sat at Matthew and Alex’s kitchen table, the phone pressed to her ear, feeling the weight of those words. “Six months. And they’re all out on bail?”
“Yes. With GPS monitoring and restraining orders, but yes, they’re out.” DA Morales paused. “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear. But we’re building an airtight case. When this goes to trial, we will win.”
After the call ended, Kate stared at her coffee, watching it go cold.
“Six months,” she said to Matthew and Alex. “Six months of waiting. Six months of knowing they’re out there.”
“We’ll get through it,” Alex said, taking her hand. “One day at a time.”
But Kate felt the frustration building. She’d done everything right—reported it, provided evidence, cooperated fully. And still, justice moved at a glacial pace.
Four days later, Kate’s phone rang with a number she recognized but hadn’t heard from in weeks. Her mother.
Kate hesitated, her finger hovering over the decline button. But some part of her—the part that still hoped for maternal support, for understanding—made her answer.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Katherine.” Her mother’s voice was cold, formal. “I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“I’ve been dealing with a lot—”
“I saw the videos.”
Kate’s blood ran cold. “Mom—”
“How could you let this happen?” Her mother’s voice rose, sharp with accusation. “How could you be so careless? So stupid? You’re his mother, Katherine. You were supposed to protect him, and instead you’ve destroyed him.”
“I destroyed him?” Kate’s voice shook. “Mom, did you see what he did to me? What he—”
“I saw you moaning his name. I saw your body responding. If it was really so terrible, why did you enjoy it?”
Kate felt like she’d been slapped. “I was unconscious. I was drugged. I couldn’t consent—”
“You must have done something to make him act this way. You must have been inappropriate with him, must have given him signals. Normal boys don’t do what Timmy did unless their mothers—”
“Stop.” Kate’s voice cracked. “Just stop. I was a good mother. I sacrificed everything for him. And he chose to drug me, to rape me, to sell me to strangers. That’s not my fault.”
“You’re sleeping with a man young enough to be your son! You’re in some perverted relationship with him and his girlfriend! What kind of example is that? What kind of mother—”
“The kind who’s finally choosing herself!” Kate was shouting now, tears streaming down her face. “The kind who’s finally living her own life instead of sacrificing everything for a son who violated her!”
“You’ve always been selfish,” her mother said coldly. “Even as a child. Always wanting attention, always making everything about you. And now you’ve ruined Timmy’s life because you can’t handle the fact that he needed you and you failed him.”
Kate looked at Matthew and Alex, both watching her with concern and anger on her behalf. She thought about everything she’d survived, everything she’d fought through. And she realized something: she didn’t need her mother’s approval. She didn’t need her mother’s love. Not if it came with this poison.
“I’m done,” Kate said quietly. “I’m done trying to make you understand. I’m done hoping you’ll support me. I’m done with you.”
“Katherine—”
Kate hung up. Then she blocked the number.
She sat there shaking, the phone in her hand, and felt Matthew’s arms come around her from behind.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m so sorry.”
“She blamed me,” Kate whispered. “My own mother blamed me for being raped by my son.”
“She’s wrong,” Alex said fiercely, kneeling in front of Kate. “She’s completely, utterly wrong. You did nothing wrong. Nothing.”
Kate cried then—for the mother she’d wanted, for the support she’d never receive, for the relationship that was now severed. But underneath the grief was something else: relief. She didn’t have to carry that weight anymore. Didn’t have to hope for something that would never come.
She was free of it. Free of her.
A week later, Kate was lying in bed with Alex, Matthew at work, when she said something that had been building in her mind.
“I want to try something.”
Alex turned to look at her. “What?”
“I want to pick up a woman. Just a woman this time. And I want you to help me.”
Alex’s eyebrows rose. “You want to explore that side of yourself more.”
“Yes.” Kate’s voice was firm. “I’ve been with Matthew. I’ve been with you and Matthew together. But I want to know what it’s like to be with just women. To fully embrace that part of myself.”
Alex smiled and kissed her softly. “Then let’s do it.”
That night, they went to a bar called Sapphire on the west side—a lesbian bar Alex had been to before. The space was smaller than Spectrum, more intimate, with dim lighting and a dance floor where women moved together in ways that made Kate’s pulse quicken.
They sat at the bar, and Alex pointed out different women, asking Kate what she was drawn to. Kate’s eyes kept returning to a woman sitting alone in a corner booth—tall and androgynous, with short dark hair styled in an undercut, strong features, and an air of quiet confidence. She wore a leather jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans, and when she caught Kate staring, she smiled.
“Her,” Kate said.
“Good choice,” Alex murmured. “Go talk to her.”
Kate’s heart pounded as she approached the booth. Up close, the woman was even more striking—sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, a small scar through one eyebrow that only added to her appeal.
“Hi,” Kate said.
“Hi yourself.” The woman’s voice was low, smooth. “I’m Jordan.”
“Kate.” She gestured to the empty seat. “Can I join you?”
“Please.”
They talked for twenty minutes—easy conversation about music, about the bar, about nothing and everything. Jordan was a mechanic, thirty-four, recently single. She had an easy laugh and hands that looked strong and capable.
Finally, Kate took a breath and decided on honesty. “I should tell you something. I’m here with my girlfriend.” She nodded toward where Alex sat at the bar, watching. “And we have a boyfriend. The three of us are together.”
Jordan’s eyebrows rose, but she looked intrigued rather than put off. “Polyamorous?”
“Yes. And we’re looking for someone to join us tonight. Just for tonight. No strings, no expectations beyond that.”
Jordan studied Kate for a long moment, then looked over at Alex, who raised her glass in acknowledgment. “Your girlfriend is gorgeous.”
“She is,” Kate agreed.
“And you want me to come back with both of you?”
“Yes.”
Jordan leaned back, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I’m in. But I have one rule—everyone gets equal attention. I’m not just there to perform for you two.”
“Agreed,” Kate said, feeling heat pool low in her belly.
They went to a cheap hotel near the highway—the kind of place that rented by the hour and didn’t ask questions. The room was basic but clean, with a queen bed and thin curtains that didn’t quite block out the neon sign outside.
The moment the door closed, Jordan pulled Kate into a kiss. It was different from kissing Alex—more aggressive, more demanding. Jordan’s hands were in Kate’s hair, on her hips, pulling her close, and Kate melted into it.
Alex came up behind Kate, her hands sliding under Kate’s shirt, and Kate found herself sandwiched between them—Jordan’s mouth on hers, Alex’s lips on her neck. It was overwhelming in the best way.
They moved to the bed, clothes coming off in a tangle of hands and fabric. Jordan’s body was lean and muscular, her small breasts topped with dark nipples, a tattoo of a phoenix spreading across her ribs. Alex was all curves and softness, and Kate felt drunk on the contrast.
Jordan pushed Kate onto her back and settled between her thighs. “I want to taste you,” she said, and then her mouth was on Kate’s pussy.
Kate cried out. Jordan’s tongue was skilled and relentless, licking and sucking with a confidence that came from years of experience. She knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply, and when Kate’s hands fisted in her short hair, Jordan groaned against her.
Alex moved up the bed and kissed Kate, swallowing her moans. “You look so beautiful like this,” Alex murmured. “Taking what you want.”
Jordan added two fingers, curling them inside Kate while her tongue worked her clit, and Kate came with a sharp cry, her body arching off the bed.
“My turn,” Alex said, and Jordan grinned.
Kate watched, breathless, as Jordan moved to Alex, spreading her thighs and diving in with the same enthusiasm. Alex’s head fell back, her hands gripping the sheets, and Kate was transfixed by the sight—two women pleasuring each other, both beautiful, both powerful.
“Come here,” Alex gasped, reaching for Kate.
Kate moved up the bed and Alex pulled her into a kiss while Jordan continued working between her legs. Kate’s hand found Alex’s breast, squeezing, and Alex moaned into her mouth.
When Alex came, Kate felt it—the way her body tensed, the way her breathing changed. And then Jordan was moving up the bed, her face glistening, and Kate pulled her into a kiss, tasting Alex on her lips.
“Your turn,” Kate said to Jordan.
Jordan lay back, spreading her legs, and Kate positioned herself between them. She’d gone down on Alex before, but this felt different—more intentional, more exploratory. She wanted to learn Jordan’s body, wanted to know what made her gasp and moan.
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