Kate
Copyright© 2026 by Drabbles
Chapter 3: Reckoning
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Reckoning - 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
Kate woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the warm weight of Matthew’s arm across her waist. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then it all came flooding back—the video, the revelation about Timmy, the way Matthew had made her body sing in ways she’d never experienced.
She was sore. Deliciously, achingly sore in places that hadn’t been used in years. The soreness was a reminder of Matthew’s size, of how thoroughly he’d filled her, stretched her, claimed her.
Behind her, Matthew stirred, his arm tightening around her waist. Kate felt him harden against her back, his morning erection pressing insistently against her ass, and heat flooded through her despite the soreness.
“Morning,” he murmured against her neck, his lips trailing kisses along her shoulder.
“Morning,” Kate breathed, already arching back against him.
“How do you feel?” His hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs, fingers finding her wetness.
“Sore,” Kate admitted. “But I want you anyway.”
Matthew groaned, his cock twitching against her. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
He reached for another condom from the nightstand, rolled it on with practiced ease. Kate stayed on her side, and Matthew lifted her top leg, draping it back over his hip. The position opened her completely, and when he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, Kate gasped.
Even prepared, even wet and wanting, the stretch was intense. He was so big, and she was tender from last night’s thorough use. But the burn felt good, felt right. Matthew pushed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust, and Kate moaned as he filled her inch by incredible inch.
“God, you’re still so tight,” Matthew groaned in her ear. “Even after last night. You feel amazing, Kate.”
He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust making Kate whimper. The angle was different from last night—he was hitting different spots, deeper spots, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. His hand stayed between her legs, fingers circling her clit with perfect pressure.
“Matthew,” Kate gasped. “Oh God, Matthew—”
“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. “Take all of me. You’re doing so good.”
His thrusts became harder, faster, and Kate felt herself climbing toward orgasm with shocking speed. The combination of his massive cock filling her, stretching her, and his skilled fingers on her clit was too much. She came with a cry, her body clenching around him, and felt him follow moments later with a groan.
They lay tangled together, both breathing hard. Kate felt thoroughly used, thoroughly satisfied, and more alive than she had in years.
“I should probably get home,” she said reluctantly. “Face the music.”
“Stay for coffee at least,” Matthew said. “And breakfast.”
Kate nodded, and they got up together. Matthew lent her one of his t-shirts—it hung to mid-thigh on her—and she padded after him to the kitchen, feeling deliciously debauched.
Matthew was making coffee when they heard the front door open.
Kate froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Matthew turned, and his expression shifted to something between amusement and concern.
“That’s Alex,” he said quietly.
Before Kate could respond—before she could run, hide, do anything—a woman appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Alex was stunning. Tall and athletic, with long dark hair pulled into a high ponytail, warm brown eyes, and golden-brown skin. She wore workout clothes that showed off her toned body, and she stopped short when she saw Kate standing there in Matthew’s t-shirt, clearly having just rolled out of his bed.
Kate wanted to die. Wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She was standing in this woman’s home, wearing her boyfriend’s shirt, having just fucked him senseless. This was a nightmare.
But Alex didn’t look angry. She looked ... amused?
“Well,” Alex said, her lips quirking into a smile. “This is interesting.”
“Alex,” Matthew said, moving toward her. “This is Kate. Kate Morrison.”
Recognition flashed across Alex’s face. “Morrison. As in—”
“Timmy Morrison’s mother,” Kate said, her voice small. “I’m so sorry. I should go. I shouldn’t be here. This is—”
“Hey, breathe,” Alex said, holding up a hand. She looked at Matthew. “You told her? About what he did?”
Matthew nodded. “Showed her the video.”
Alex’s expression softened as she looked at Kate. “That must have been hard to see.”
Kate felt tears prick her eyes. “I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know what he—what he tried to do to you. I’m so sorry.”
“You’re not responsible for his actions,” Alex said firmly. She moved into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, completely at ease. “Matthew told you about us? About our relationship?”
Kate nodded, still mortified but also confused by Alex’s calm acceptance.
“Good.” Alex leaned against the counter, studying Kate with open curiosity. “So this isn’t some secret affair. This is allowed. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I still feel like I am,” Kate admitted.
“Why? Because you had sex with someone? Because you enjoyed yourself?” Alex’s directness was startling. “You’re a grown woman, Kate. You’re allowed to have pleasure. You’re allowed to want things.”
Kate didn’t know what to say. This woman—this woman whose boyfriend Kate had just slept with—was being kind to her. Understanding. It didn’t make sense.
“I should still go,” Kate said. “Let you two—”
“Have coffee first,” Alex said. “Sit. Talk to me.”
Somehow, Kate found herself sitting at their kitchen table with a mug of coffee, Matthew beside her and Alex across from them. They talked—about Timmy, about what he’d done, about Kate’s shock and grief. Alex was surprisingly easy to talk to, warm and funny and fiercely intelligent.
“He needs help,” Alex said. “Professional help. What he did—that’s not normal guy behavior. That’s predatory.”
“I know,” Kate said quietly. “I’m going to talk to him today. Demand he get therapy.”
“Good.” Alex reached across the table and squeezed Kate’s hand. “And if you need support, we’re here. Both of us.”
Kate looked at her, at this beautiful, confident woman who had every reason to hate her but was instead offering friendship. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because you deserve it,” Alex said simply. “And because I can see you’re a good person in a shitty situation.”
Kate felt tears spill over, and Alex came around the table to hug her. Kate melted into the embrace, and when Alex pulled back, their faces were very close.
“Can I kiss you?” Alex asked softly.
Kate’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?”
Kate’s heart was pounding. She’d never—she’d never even thought about—but looking at Alex’s full lips, feeling the warmth of her body, Kate found herself nodding.
Alex smiled and leaned in.
The kiss was nothing like kissing Matthew. It was softer, sweeter, but no less intense. Alex’s lips were full and warm, and when her tongue traced Kate’s lower lip, Kate opened for her with a gasp. The kiss deepened, Alex’s hand coming up to cup Kate’s face, and Kate felt heat flood through her body.
She’d never kissed a woman before. Never even considered it. But God, it felt good. Alex tasted like mint and something indefinably feminine, and the softness of her lips, the gentleness of her touch, made Kate’s head spin.
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