What About Bob? Chapter 15

I sat ashen faced wallowing in abject horror. I lost track of how many minutes or hours had passed since I digested Abigail's abhorrent last entry. A cocktail of emotions enveloped me- horror at what my beautiful baby girl had become, disgust at the nauseating and reprehensible actions she took to ingratiate herself to that ogre of a man, guilt at my not insignificant culpability in her corruption, and as much as I was loathe to admit it, a fiery lust at the thought of the complete degradation of her body and mind. At various points I found myself weeping uncontrollably at the desecration of my beautiful child, while at the same time, as if possessed by an evil spirit, stimulating myself to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. It was as if tears were simultaneously flowing from my eyes and my pussy.

There was also another embryonic and elusive feeling burgeoning in me that I could not yet identify. I knew that it was powerful, but I could not yet make rational sense of it.

I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that whatever my temptation may be, I needed to put an end to this for the sake of my daughter. I texted Jimmy.

Me: Jimmy this has gone too far. I had no idea the extent to which your father would humiliate my daughter.

Jimmy: pretty fucking hot, right?

Me: That is completely irrelevant. Your dad made Abigail *pay* for a prostitute to service *him* and her *reward* was the pleasure of French kissing his rectum.

Jimmy: you sound mad

That was it! That was the feeling metastasizing inside of me. It was rage. I was furious!!

Me: Of course I'm mad!! Your father humiliated and degraded my precious daughter in every way possible. He actually made her pay that whore out of money she earned!!!!

Jimmy: ok now I get it

Me: What on earth are you talking about?

Jimmy: ur her pimp.

ur mad that abigail spent her hooker dough without taking out ur cut

I grit my teeth so hard I thought I would bite right through them. There was literal steam coming out of my ears. I felt an anger more primal and visceral than anything I'd ever felt in my life. And it wasn't at Frank- it was at Abigail. In this moment, I wasn't her mother. I was her pimp.

Me: That stupid fucking cunt robbed me blind. She whored herself out to that fucking John and didn't leave me shit.

Jimmy: there it is

Jimmy knew me better than I knew myself. I tried to suppress my true nature, but Jimmy knew right away.

Me: That bitch gonna pay. I'm gonna fucking kill her.

Jimmy: I thought she was ur "precious daughter".

Me: She's a dumb as rocks two bit lyin', stealin', skank ho. I'm gonna off her slutty ass right now,

Jimmy: ok now play it cool- if you kill her u lose the foundation of ur business. A horny, sheltered bitch like that is a cash cow. Plus you'd have to keep the cops away and make sure those in the know- aka my brother- don't squeal. It's not worth it.

Jimmy was so logical. He kept me from acting emotionally and doing something I'd regret. He was really good for me.

Me: So what the fuck do I do?

Jimmy: U gotta put the fear of God in her. Show that bitch who's boss.

My face broke into an evil grin. I knew immediately what had to be done.

Entry 14

November 14, 2023

Dear Diary,

I was walking on air. My date with Frank was soooo romantic. I'm in LOOOVVVEE!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️???????????????? Frank was clearly an old fashioned romantic. He wanted to take things slowly. All we did was kiss, but it was sooooo dreamy. When I close my eyes, I can still feel my tongue devouring his perfect asshole. The stench and taste of his excrement was indescribable. I fantasized about him constantly. I pleasured myself thinking about the striptease he did just for me as I fingered myself covered in trash. I've lost count of how many orgasms I've given myself picturing his perfect man boobs. What I wouldn't give to nurse on them tenderly. I would do anything...

I spent hours writing Mrs Abigail Banks with little hearts instead of dots over the 'i'. My mind was like a 13 year old girl pining over her crush.

I texted Candy the following day.

Me: That was the most perfect night of my life. ❤️❤️????????????????????????

Candy: you get any?

Me: Not exactly..

Candy: wym

Me: He might have fucked a prostitute in the middle of our date..

Candy: damnnn

Me: But I still think he might like me like me..

Candy: the fuck?

Me: He let me make out with his asshole. Only me, not Trixie.

Candy: the hooker?

Me: Yeah.

Candy: u know u cray right?

Me: I'm just a girl in love. ???? ???????? He told me if I became a prostitute like Trixie, he would let me be his girl. Sigh ????????????

Candy: sounds on brand

Me: But I don't think I can. ☹️ I've only gone all the way with people I'm in a committed relationship with.

Candy: dw we can change that

Me: How would we do that?

Candy: i dunno- find some randos for you to fuck

Me: I don't think I could just have sex with a stranger. I'd need to get to know them first.

Candy: fuck that shit- i know who can break u in

Me:???

Candy: my daddy ❤️❤️❤️

Me: But isn't he the love of your life?

Candy: completely- that's why I want to share a fine piece of ass with him

Me: Wouldn't you be jealous?

Candy: naahhh i own u

Me: Nobody owns me. I am a strong, independent feminist.

Candy: who literally gets off on eating incel ass munch

Me: I can be a feminist and a romantic.

Candy: dude seriously? whatever- ill pick u up saturday at 7

Me: I don't know if I'm ready for this.

Candy: do you want this guy or not?

Me: Of course I do! I just don't know if I want to be an actual prostitute. I really need to be 100% focused on my grades and applications now.

Candy: look babe, this is zero commitment- if you dont like it u can leave

Me: okok- I'll show up. But no promises.

Candy: nice ????

Me: ????

Candy: i want you to be abigail from now on until i say so. abby and abbycat might make an appearance later but i want abigail to experience everything

In an instant, I felt more like my old self.

Me: Candace, I'm afraid I have to go. I've really been neglecting my schoolwork and my college essays. I'm looking forward to our date on Saturday. ❤️❤️

Candace: whatever babe ttyl

All of a sudden, I was Abigail again. I remembered what was important to me- excelling academically, changing the world, being there for my family, my friends, for William. I could not let go of my dream of going to Harvard. Trixie had gone there for a little while, even while selling her body. There was no reason I couldn't have it all. Isn't that what feminism was all about?

I just needed to buckle down and eliminate distractions. To keep my head clear, I limited myself to just a few beers, a rum and coke, and some eddies Carter gave me. Luckily, my chain smoking helped keep my focus.

I was deep into a vulnerable part of my personal essay, when my mom barged furiously into the room. She was dressed as a stereotypical 70's era pimp- replete with a lowcut body suit with images of 100 dollar bills highlighting her ample cleavage, several gold chain necklaces, a white fur scarf, knee high boots, shades, and a purple hat with a green feather.

My jaw dropped.

"Mom?" I stammered in disbelief. She slapped me hard across the face.

"You lyin', thievin' ho" she screamed, landing a right hook into my lower jaw. I frantically tried to run away, but she easily pulled me by the hair and shoved me onto my bed.

"I don't understand! What did I do?" I cried in disbelief and terror.

"Don't play the fool with me you stupid fucking cunt," she spat, as she grabbed me by the neck and pinned me down on the bed.

"Mommy please! I swear to God!! I really don't understand!!" I screamed as she continued to strangle me.

"Did you or did you not charge a client $50 for services rendered and neglect to fork over my cut?" she probed, slapping me repeatedly with all her force. I burst out crying from a combination of pain, shock, and sadness.

"Y-y-yess. B-but it was just William. He's technically still my boyfriend," I rationalized.

"Bullshit. You think I was born yesterday bitch?" she said slapping me again with her right hand while her left hand squeezed my neck.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm so sorry. I'll pay you back. I'll never let it happen again!" I pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Damn straight you'll pay me back cunt- in scratch and in pussy," she salivated creepily.

"What do you mean, Mommy?" I cried.

"I'm not your Mommy now whore. I'm just your fucking pimp. You can call me Bob," she snarled at me.

"B-b-bob?" I stuttered.

"That's right, bitch. Bob the Pimp," she grinned lustily. "Now let's get those clothes off and give old Bob some Putang," she smiled, licking her lips pervily.

"NO NO NO NO NO!!!" I cried as she savagely tore off my half shirt and short shorts, ferociously ripping them to shreds. I tried frantically to escape, but I was no match for her strength. She unbuttoned the bottom of her body suit to reveal a huge strap on penis.

"NOOOO MOMMY!!! PLEEAAASEE NOOOOOO!!!"

I begged.

"Mommy ain't here bitch. Now come to Bobby" she said, and without warning she rammed her dick into me.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed from the excruciating pain, as she mercilessly pumped her manhood into me.

"Take it, you worthless thievin' whore," she said, continuing to fuck me savagely.

Tears were streaming down my face as the brutal reality was setting in. I was being raped by my own mother- the woman who had birthed me, who kissed my boo-boos when I got hurt, who believed in my talent and intelligence through every stage of my life, who always encouraged me to be the best I could be, who inspired me to make a difference in the world and gave me whatever support I needed to accomplish that. She was violently assaulting me because I neglected to tell her about $50 that my boyfriend gave me after we kissed?

The tragedy of our mutual transformation was unbearable. I cried and cried and cried as she thrust herself into me. All I could think was, "Mommy is raping me! Mommy is raping me!" The more I thought this the harder my tears flowed. Inexplicably, my pussy was also gushing wet. It was like I was crying through my eyes and my pussy.

"FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" I cried as my mom pounded me. As I was discovering, the crueler I was to others or others were to me, the hornier I got. And there was little to compare to being raped by your own mom.

"Are you getting off on this you filthy little slut?" she panted in between thrusts.

"Mmmmm maybe a little" I said, shamelessly flirting with my own mom.

"I fucking made you, cunt," she grunted.

"Mmmm you're kinda cute, Bob," I cooed, stroking her hair.

"Jesus, I can't believe what a dumb skank you are," she said.

"That's why I need a big, strong pimp to protect me," I said caressing my mother's beautiful body as she pounded me.

"Yeah, I'll protect you, ho. But if you cross me again I'll fucking end you," she threatened, spitting in my face. I lustily stuck out my tongue and licked it up.

"Mmm I love feeling your big hard cock inside of me Bobby," I cooed, staring my mother directly in the eyes.

"Do you want Bobby to cum inside you bitch?" she asked, without breaking eye contact.

"OH GOD!!! YES BOBBY YES!!! Spray your hot jizz in my eager teenage twat. Make me a MOMMY," I screamed.

"You asked for it slut" Bob replied, doubling the speed and intensity of her thrusts.

"FUCK Bobby!!! I love your cock so much!!! It's so much better than my stupid boyfriend's," I felt another surge of pleasure as I needlessly demeaned William. I could feel a tsunami of orgasms approaching.

"Goddamn it whore. I'm CUMMMING" Bob screamed as our dams broke at the same time. I started squirting all over the room, as Bob squirted through her cock into my eager pussy.

"TAKE IT BITTCCH!!!" Bob bellowed as she pumped her seed into me.

"YEEESSSSS BOBBBYYY!!! YESSSS! MAKE ME YOUR BIIITTTCCHHH!!" I screamed as Bob's juices and mine exploded everywhere.

Totally spent, we lay there spooning together with our bodies entwined together until our heart rates dropped and our breathing slowed. I lit up a cigarette as I basked in the post orgasmic glow.

"Y-you smoke now, honey?" my mom asked awkwardly. She had never seen me smoke before. I realized that Bob was gone, and the mother I knew and loved had returned.

"Uh- sometimes just a little," I lied, unconvincingly.

She sat up and averted her eyes, looking embarrassed and humiliated by her behavior.

"Uh- I should go. Your father and Allison are coming back tomorrow and I should pick up the house," she said, removing Bob's pimp outfit and putting on a robe Allison and I got her for Mother's Day last year. She looked around the room nervously avoiding eye contact as she scurried towards the door.

"Mommy, wait," I cried out.

"I'm sorry, Abigail. I'm so sorry," she replied back poignantly, closing the door behind me.

I lay back down in my bed and finished my cigarette. I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was black and blue and scratched and bleeding in multiple places from Bob's attacks.

My tears returned in full force. What was happening to me? My own mother had brutally raped me, but after a few minutes of acclimating to the shock I had actually started to enjoy it a little. Scratch that, I actually LOVED IT more than any sexual experience I had ever had. Bob brought me to the throes of ecstasy in a way that no one had yet come close to- probably because Bob knew me better than anyone in the world. But would things ever be the same with my mom again?

Instinctively, I picked up the phone to call Ashley. She was always my best friend, my sister, my comfort.

"Abigail?" I heard her voice on the other end. Just then, I remembered the senseless, completely unjustified cruelty I had subjected her to. I cried and whimpered into the phone at the thought of it.

"Abigail, are you ok?" she asked. Despite everything I had done, she was willing to forgive me. But I could never forgive myself. I hung up abruptly. She called back repeatedly, but I canceled each one.

I thought about William, my devoted boyfriend I had cheated on and demeaned at every opportunity. I had even asked his own brother to beat him up, while I sadistically got off. I needed to speak to my beloved William.

"Hi beautiful," I heard his sweet voice say as he picked up.

"Oh William- I love you so much," I cried. I actually meant it this time.

"My sweet, sweet Abigail. If only words could do justice to my love. There aren't enough sonnets in the universe," he lamented. I didn't deserve him. I wasn't a fraction of the person he was.

"I don't need a sonnet, my love. I just need to know that you love me no matter what," I responded, desperately.

"There's nothing you could ever do that could make me stop loving you," he reassured me. Gulp..

"I don't deserve you," I said truthfully. Just then, my phone dinged. It was Trevor- my actual boyfriend.

Trevor: hey hot stuff ????????

No, no, no, no, no! I was feeling genuinely loving and needy with William. I didn't want to sully this moment or disrespect him anymore than I had. At the same time, I couldn't just ignore my boyfriend. How was it even possible for me to make a moral choice?

"I'm the one who doesn't deserve you, my muse," William replied. If he only knew, I thought. My phone dinged again.

Trevor: wyd?

I started to panic. I needed to respond. I couldn't be a bad girlfriend to two different guys.

Me: mmmm touching myself thinking about my bf

Trevor: and which bf would that be?

Oh God- my guilt was unbearable.

Me: you- silly billy ????????

Trevor: what about William?

As I was texting, William was regaling me about what a "celestial goddess" I was. My outer beauty, he opined, was matched only by my compassionate, virtuous heart. I took a deep breath, winced a little, and replied.

Me: he's a dork and a loser. I wouldn't be caught dead with him.

My eyes welled with tears as I betrayed sweet William once again. And much to my chagrin, my pussy began to moisten. Reflexively my fingers went to my clit.

Trevor: ouuuccch! Ur brutal ????????

Me: Just honest. I need a real man. ????

Trevor: Damn. Ur a totally different chic than that stuck up libtard I used to know.

Me: That's because I needed to be educated by a real American patriot. ????????????????????????

Trevor: btw, Trump's speaking at a MAGA rally this Sunday. Wanna go?

Me: Hell to the yeah! MAGA all the way!????????????????????????

Inexplicably, I took a selfie of me pleasuring myself and sent it to him.

Trevor: sweet- nice jugs ????????????

He failed to notice that my face was black and blue. I had clearly been beaten and my eyes were bloodshot from crying. But at least he appreciated my nipple piercings. ????‍♀️

Me: ttyl cutie ????????????????????????

"Abigail??" Shit! William was still talking!!

"Uh yeah. Sorry I blanked for a moment," I said, flustered. Regrettably, I was still masturbating.

"No worries! I was just saying that you've seemed to be under a lot of stress lately. I just worry that your heart is so big and you're always thinking of others and trying to save the world. I just hope you take a little bit of time to take care of yourself," he cautioned.

Little did he know, I had been "taking care of myself" this whole time while demeaning him to Trevor. I hated myself so much, as I ironically continued to love myself.

"William, you may be the one person in the world who truly loves me," I said sincerely.

"I highly doubt that. I'm just lucky enough that you haven't figured out how unworthy I am of you," he replied.

I winced at the unintended falsity of his words. My pussy was so wet my sheets were getting soaked. I was literally getting off on the notion of irony itself! I couldn't resist fingering myself while I continued to rub my clit.

"Aaah- uh I should get back to my ahh essays. I just wanted to aaahh hear your voice and to say ahhh 'I love you'," I said sincerely, as I valiantly attempted to suppress my arousal.

"I love you with all my heart. Maybe next time we could have a normal date without our little prostitute game. I want to make love to you again as Abigail," he said.

In this moment, I wanted that too. But I knew Bob would literally murder me if he ever found out. That thought both terrified me and turned me on.

"Ahh... Maybe.." I demurred. I felt a climax approaching.

"I l-love you, William. W-with all my heart," I cried as I came. It was the most complicated orgasm of my life. I felt both love and pity for William. I felt tenderness and gratitude and intimacy. But I also felt an indescribable euphoria knowing that I was cheating on him, lying to him, and demeaning him at the same time. Was it possible for an altruist, a sadist, and a masochist to coexist within the same soul?

"I love you too, Abigail" he responded, oblivious to everything.

My guilt was overwhelming as I ended the call. I cried and cried and cried. I wanted so badly to confide in Ashley and William, but I had betrayed them so badly. I was inconsolable. I needed... someone. I needed... my Mommy.

I threw on a diaper, changed into my Dora jammies, opened her door and crawled into her bed, just the way I did when I was a little girl, still sniveling like a baby. I wrapped my arms around her and cried. I could tell she'd been crying too.

"I love you, Mommy," I said in between sobs.

"I love you too, Baby," she responded in kind.

Without even thinking about it, I reflexively lifted up her top and began suckling on a nipple. I nursed vigorously as I continued to cry and sniffle. The more I suckled, the more relaxed I felt. I felt a deep warmth envelop me all over. For the first time in a long time, I felt that everything was going to be ok. My eyes became heavier and heavier as my suckling slowed until I fell into a deep sleep, my lips still lightly brushing against Mommy's nipple, my tongue hanging out, and a gentle drool spilling from my satiated mouth.