Kate
Copyright© 2026 by Drabbles
Chapter 7: Aftermath
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 7: Aftermath - 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 retaliation came three hours later.
Kate was in the kitchen making tea, trying to calm her still-frayed nerves, when her phone buzzed. A message from Timmy. Not words—just a video file.
Her hands shook as she opened it, some part of her knowing it would be bad but unable to comprehend how bad.
The video started. Kate’s bedroom. Her bed. And in it, Kate herself, clearly asleep, wearing the oversized t-shirt she always slept in. The camera moved closer, and then Timmy came into frame.
Kate watched in frozen horror as her son pulled back the covers. As his hands moved over her sleeping body. As he pulled up her shirt, touched her breasts, moved his hands between her legs. Kate on the screen didn’t wake up—she was completely unconscious, her breathing deep and even.
Drugged. She’d been drugged.
The video continued. Timmy pulled down her underwear. Positioned himself between her legs. And then he was inside her, fucking his unconscious mother while she lay there unaware.
“That’s it, Mom,” his voice said on the video. “You’re so wet for me. You want this.”
Kate’s stomach heaved but she couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop watching this violation of her own body.
On screen, her body responded—the involuntary physical responses that had nothing to do with consent or consciousness. And Timmy’s voice: “Made you cum, slut. You love your son’s cock.”
The video ended.
Kate stood frozen in the kitchen, the phone trembling in her hand. Another message came through. Another video. Then another. Four videos total, each one showing a different night, a different assault. In some she was on her back. In others, Timmy had positioned her on her side, on her stomach. Each time, she was completely unconscious. Each time, he violated her while narrating his actions.
“Kate?” Alex’s voice came from behind her. “What’s wrong?”
Kate couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Alex took the phone from her hand and looked at the screen. Her face went white.
“Matthew,” Alex called, her voice tight. “Matthew, get in here. Now.”
Matthew came running. Alex showed him the phone, and Kate watched his expression transform from concern to absolute rage. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight, his whole body vibrating with barely contained violence.
“There’s one more,” Kate whispered. “I haven’t watched the last one yet.”
Alex opened it. The video started the same way—Kate’s bedroom, Kate asleep in bed. But this time, the camera was steadier, like it was on a tripod. And there were two people in frame.
Timmy stood near the door, and next to him was a man Kate had never seen before—middle-aged, balding, wearing a polo shirt. The man handed Timmy a stack of bills. Timmy counted them, nodded, and gestured toward the bed.
Toward Kate.
The stranger approached the bed. Started to reach for the covers.
Kate ran. She made it to the bathroom just in time, falling to her knees in front of the toilet as her stomach emptied violently. She retched until there was nothing left, her whole body shaking, tears streaming down her face.
She’d been sold. Her own son had drugged her and sold access to her unconscious body to a stranger.
Kate felt hands on her back—Alex, pulling her hair away from her face, rubbing soothing circles on her spine. “I’ve got you,” Alex murmured. “I’ve got you, Kate.”
From the other room, Kate heard a crash. Then Matthew’s voice, raw with rage: “I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to find him and I’m going to kill him with my bare hands.”
Kate heard his footsteps, heard him grab his keys. She stumbled out of the bathroom, Alex supporting her.
“Matthew, wait—” Alex started.
But Kate pushed past her. Matthew was at the door, his face a mask of fury, and Kate threw herself in front of him.
“Don’t,” she gasped. “Don’t leave me.”
“Kate, I have to—he can’t—”
“I need you here.” Kate grabbed his shirt, held on tight. “Please. I need you here with me. Don’t leave me. I can’t—I can’t be alone right now. Please.”
Matthew looked down at her, and Kate saw the moment the rage shifted, redirected into something else. His arms came around her, pulling her tight against his chest.
“I’m here,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Kate collapsed against him, sobbing, and felt Alex’s arms come around both of them. They stood like that in the entryway, the three of them holding each other while Kate fell apart.
Two hours later, they were at the police station.
Kate sat in a small interview room, Matthew on one side and Alex on the other, while a detective named Sarah Chen listened to her story. Kate had to tell it all—the catfishing, the videos Timmy had made of other women, the videos of her, the drugging, the assaults, the stranger.
Detective Chen’s expression remained professional throughout, but Kate saw the tightness around her eyes, the way her jaw clenched when Kate described the last video.
“We’ll need copies of everything,” Detective Chen said. “All the videos, all the messages, everything from his phone and laptop.”
Alex had already prepared a thumb drive. She handed it over. “It’s all there. Organized by date and type of content.”
Detective Chen took it. “Mrs. Morrison, I want you to know we’re taking this very seriously. What your son did—this is multiple counts of sexual assault, drugging, potentially sex trafficking. This is not a minor offense.”
Kate nodded, unable to speak.
“We’ll get a warrant for his arrest immediately. Do you know where he’s staying?”
Kate shook her head. “He moved out a few days ago. I don’t know where he went.”
“We’ll find him,” Detective Chen said firmly. “In the meantime, I’m going to recommend you get a restraining order. And I need you to go to the hospital for an examination and STD testing. I know it’s difficult, but it’s important for the case and for your health.”
Kate felt Matthew’s hand tighten on hers. “We’ll take her,” he said. “Right now.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.