by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
(Silverstone Household,
May 5th, 1994, 1:15 a.m.)
Amanda sat in the
courtroom all by herself. The room was dark
and the overhead lights barely provided enough illumination for her to see her
hand in front of her face. An ugly,
emaciated bailiff sat on a chair in front of the judge’s bench, arms crossed and
staring at the little girl with sunken eyes that rested in a pale, gaunt face. She began to look around for her mother,
wondering where she was. Then, the
bailiff stood up from his chair in a way that looked unnatural and disturbing,
straightening out like a party horn.
“ALL RISE! The honorable Judge Burton presiding!” he
announced in a warped, gurgling voice that sounded like he was choking on his
own blood.
Amanda looked up at the inky
darkness above her as a large, spider-like humanoid shape descended into the
room. Its eyes were black as night and
its disgusting, writhing brood formed the robes that it wore. It’s razor-thin teeth bristled, surrounded by
a mandible dripping with saliva. It smiled as it came to rest behind the bench,
looking down at the frightened little girl.
“Well, well, well. Let’s see what we have here. Is the defendant in the courtroom, bailiff?”
The wraith-like bailiff
nodded, then turned on a spotlight which illuminated the wall behind the judge. The judicial abomination’s head slowly spun
180 degrees, locking its gaze on the woman trapped in the web above him.
“Ahhhhhh, yes. Ms. Silverstone. I done heard allll about you! You should be ashamed of yourself, ma’am! Bringin’ drugs into your home with such a
sweet, precious child to take care of.
What do you have to say for yourself?”
Amanda’s mother twisted
and pulled, desperately trying to extricate herself from the massive web.
“Mommy! Mommy I’m scared!” Amanda yelled as her
mother struggled to free herself in vain.
“Hmmm, nothing to
say? What a shame. What a cryin’, cryin’ shame” the creature
said with a wicked smile. Rachel
Silverstone, I hereby terminate your parentage with your daughter. You will serve a lifetime in prison and you
will never see your daughter again!”
“NOOOO!!! MOMMMMYYY!!”
Amanda screamed, getting up from her seat and running towards the judge. She didn’t make it very far, as the arachnid
flashed his awful smile and shot a glob of webbing onto the little girl,
immobilizing her and rendering her completely helpless.
“There, there my
child. It’s not the end of the world……”
he said, plucking Amanda up with one of his arms and holding her in front of
his grotesque visage. “We’ve already got
a new mommy alllllll picked out for you!”
He turned Amanda around,
facing towards the entrance of the courtroom.
Standing at the doors was a woman dressed in black, pushing a stroller. Her face was covered with a veil.
“Ms. Campbell? I hereby decree you to be Amanda Silverstone’s
mother. You may take your new daughter
home with you!” he announced, placing Amanda in the stroller and laughing
maniacally.
As Amanda screamed and
struggled to free herself from the disgusting white goo that encased her, she
heard a familiar voice from behind her.
“Poor MandaBear. Don’t worry, honey. I think you’re going to love being my
daughter…..” she said, making her way around the stroller and kneeling down in
front of her. “Now, give Mommy a kiss……”
she asked, removing the veil covering her face.
Amanda’s eyes widened in terror.
It was Jocelyn, except her nose was gone, an empty void taking its
place. Her pupils were completely
dilated, framed by a thin puss-laden yellow ring of conjunctiva. Her lips were gone and her skin was covered
in scabs.
“Ain’t she beautiful?”
the judge said, cackling. “Come to think
of it, all of this judgin’s got me hungry.
I think I’m gonna have me a little snack!” he said, rising up from his
bench and making his way towards Amanda’s mother.
“Amanda tried to scream,
but nothing came out. The judge drew
closer and closer to her mother and opened his mouth as saliva dripped from his
mandible. As he began to close his jaws
over her face, Amanda closed her eyes.
Then it was over.
Amanda opened her eyes
and saw the ceiling fan that hung over her bed.
Then she screamed.
“MOMMY! MOMMYYYYYY!!!!!”
Amanda’s mother shot up
in her bed and ran down the hall to her daughter. She turned the lights on and saw her daughter
hyperventilating, frightened out of her mind.
“Amanda? What happened? Is everything ok? My poor baby!” she exclaimed, running to the
bed and scooping her daughter up in her arms.
For the first time, she carried her daughter around the room, hugging
her tightly and kissing her while stroking her hair.
“It’s ok, it’s ok. Mommy’s here, Amanda……” she cooed, carrying
her to her bedroom and turning on the lights.
She sat at the edge of the bed, rocking her in her arms. Amanda clung to her mother like a koala
bear. She felt that if she let go, she’d
lose her like she did in her nightmare.
When she stopped crying, her mother kissed her and turned her to face
her.
“There, there. It was just a dream, honey. Just a dream……” she whispered, looking into her
daughter’s red eyes with great tenderness.
“Do you want to tell Mommy what it was about?” she asked.
Amanda’s mother listened
as her daughter began to recount her horrible nightmare. When she got to the part about Jocelyn, her
eyebrow raised. She waited for her to
finish, then sat her up, facing her.
“Amanda, I’m going to ask
you a question and I don’t want you to be afraid to answer it. I’m not going to be upset with you when you
answer, because you’ve done nothing wrong, ok?”
Amanda looked down, then
back up at her mother again. She nodded
her head hesitantly.
“Did Jocelyn do something
mean to you today?”
Amanda’s eyes welled with
tears. It was the only answer her mother
needed. She embraced her daughter again,
her blood running hot with rage. Amanda’s
mother sat on the bed as her daughter cried into her breast, a brooding thousand-yard
stare on her face. The Momma Bear in her had been hibernating for decades. Now, it had woken up.
“I want you to tell me
everything, honey. Everything………”
(Campbell Household, May
7th, 1994)
Jocelyn sat up from her
bed as the doorbell rang. She walked
over to the front door, staring through the peephole. What she saw surprised her. It was Amanda’s mother. Confused, Jocelyn opened the door and looked
her up and down, surprised by what she saw.
Rather than the conservative, modest clothing she was used to seeing her
wear, she was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a tube top, the outline of her
nipples clearly visible. Her hair was
straight, with her feathered bangs playfully dangling in front of her face.
“Um, hey Ms. Silverstone….”
she began with at tone of slight trepidation.
“How are you? How’s Amanda doing?”
she asked, staring at the provocatively-dressed young woman with a look of
confusion. Ms. Silverstone walked into
the house, drew close to Jocelyn and gently placed her hands on her arms.
“Call me Rachel,
sweetheart. I’m young again and that
just makes me sound old” she said, smiling at the confused teenager.
“Oh……ok
Miss….Rachel. Sorry. Just Rachel.
Is everything ok?” she stammered as she stared at Rachel’s tight
stomach.
“I just wanted to stop by
in person and say thank you for watching Amanda Wednesday. It was such a big help. I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk more when you
were over. There’s a few things that I
wanted to tell you……” she said, gently pushing Jocelyn backwards into her home
and shutting the front door behind her.
Rachel began slowly running her hands down the girls arms toward her
wrists. Jocelyn inhaled sharply, looking
at Amanda’s mother with the same look of lust that she had given her in the
backyard of her home.
“Well, um…. I mean sure,
any time. We had a lot of fun
together. I’ve always loved being with Amanda. I really hope things end up differently the
second time around……”
Rachel stared into her
eyes, seductively running her tongue around her lips while looking down at
Jocelyn’s breasts. “Are your parents
home?” she asked, rubbing her thumbs in a circular motion on the top of
Jocelyn’s hands. Jocelyn released her pent-up
breath, exhaling slowly.
“N-no…….they went to the
city for the day with Kelly, you know, my little sister……I……”
Rachel leaned in close, clasping
Jocelyn’s hands and whispering into her ear.
“I saw the way you were
looking at me in the backyard, Jocelyn. There
was something I wanted to do to you when we were back there, but I was afraid
the neighbors would see. Is there
something you wanted to do to me?” she asked, running her right thumb along
Jocelyn’s cheek.
“I….I did but……I didn’t
know you were………” she said, practically hyperventilating as she spoke.
Amanda’s mother smiled
seductively. “Now that I’m young again,
I want to do things I couldn’t do the first time around. Things like this……..”
Suddenly, Rachel leaned
in and began to kiss her. Jocelyn let
out a soft moan as her tongue met Rachel’s, breathing heavier and heavier as they
moved backwards to the living room couch.
Rachel removed Jocelyn’s t-shirt and began to kiss her again, starting
from her neck and then slowly down to her bare breasts. Jocelyn took her right hand and put it down
her shorts, fingering her clitoris as Rachel gently suckled her nipples.
Rachel began to go lower,
making her way to Jocelyn’s bellybutton and licking around it in a circular
motion. She took Jocelyn’s hand from out
of her shorts, then clasped it in hers.
“I bet I can do that much
better……..” she teased, grabbing Jocelyn’s shorts by the waist and slowly
pulling them off of her body. “…..would
you like that? Does Jocelyn want her wet
little pussy licked?”
“Yes, oh God yes…….”
Jocelyn said through heavy panting.
“Please eat me…….” she pleaded, staring up at Rachel with pleading,
submissive eyes.
“What a good girl, saying
‘please!’ Well, I want you to go to the
bathroom to clean up first. Oh, by the
way……I’m going to be very thorough with you, so I want you to do a good
job down there.”
Jocelyn sat up from the
couch eagerly, pulling her shorts off and walking swiftly to the bathroom. “It’ll only take me a few minutes!” she said,
shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Rachel waited a few seconds, got up, then raced to find Jocelyn’s room. When she did, she rifled through her dresser
drawers. The first few yielded nothing
but clothes. Then, she spotted a photo
album tucked away on her bookshelf. She
pulled it out, holding it upside down. A
small white envelope fell out. She
picked it up and opened it. There they
were. She had found them. When she saw the picture of little Amanda
holding the bag of white powder, she almost screamed in anger.
“I’m almost ready,
Rachel! I’m coming!” Jocelyn called from
the bathroom.
Rachel quickly scanned
the room to make sure everything looked similar to how it did when she came
in. She tucked the envelope with the
Polaroids under the rear of her shorts then ran back to the living room to sit
on the couch.
Jocelyn emerged from the
bathroom completely nude. She sat down
on the couch, laying on her back and opening her legs for Rachel.
“I’m ready, Rachel. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel your tongue on me……”
she said, putting her hands on her breasts and squeezing them in anticipation
of Rachel’s oral delights.
Rachel smiled, slowly
leaning over towards Jocelyn’s crotch.
She slowly stuck her tongue out, inching closer and closer to Jocelyn’s
clitoris. Then…….
She stopped.
“Wait, what’s wrong? Do I smell?
I used soap and everything!” she whined, her face red with embarrassment. Rachel reached into her back pocket and took
out her pager, acting as if it had just buzzed.
“No, no it’s not
that. Shit, Amanda’s sitter just called….
I told her only to page me if it was an emergency. I have to get back home” she announced,
gathering her purse and car keys from the nearby counter. Jocelyn stared up at her, looking very much
like a child being told Christmas was cancelled.
“But……but what about us?”
Jocelyn asked, biting her lower lip.
“Well……..” Rachel began,
slinging her purse over her shoulder.
“……why don’t you come over tonight?
Nine o’clock? That way I’ll have
all the time in the world to spend down there,” she suggested, flicking her
tongue up and down suggestively.
Jocelyn perked up
immediately. “Ok! I’ll be there at nine! Ugh, I can’t wait! Oh and…. nobody’s gonna know about this….
about us?” she asked hesitantly.
Rachel smiled, walking
over to her and leaning in close to Jocelyn’s ear. “It’ll be our little secret” she whispered,
softly biting the teen’s ear and then pulling away gently. “Oh, and Jocelyn? Bring some candy over, too” she said, tapping
her nose with her index finger.
“You party, too? Wow, Rachel!
You’re so much cooler than I…. well, I mean you were always cool,
haha. Anyway, I can bring a lot more
than coke. I’ve got a lot of stuff we
can do!”
“Even better” Rachel said
as she turned around and opened the front door.
“Bye Jossey, see you later!” she said, winking and shutting the door
behind her.
Rachel got into her car
and began to drive back home. The pile
of blankets in the backseat began to move, then a muffled voice came out from
them. “Mommy? Can I come out now?”
Rachel turned the corner
out of Jocelyn’s neighborhood, then checked the rearview mirror. “Go ahead honey. It’s safe.”
“Finally!” Amanda
exclaimed, throwing the blankets off of her.
“Did you get them? Did you find
the pictures?” she asked expectantly.
“I did, sweetheart. Mommy told you she would.”
Amanda threw her arms up
in the air, then brough them back down again, pumping her fists in
triumph. “Yes! But how, Mommy? How did you get them back?”
“Amanda, maybe one day
I’ll tell you. When you’re older. Much older” she replied, looking at her daughter
in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
Amanda noticed that her
mother seemed nauseous. “Mommy? You
don’t look good……are you ok?”
“I’m fine, sweetie. Let’s get you home so we can give you some
lunch, ok?”
When they got home,
Amanda ran up to her room to play with her Barbie dolls. Rachel ran to her bathroom, knelt down beside
the toilet and began throwing up. It
didn’t matter, though. Mama Bear would
do anything to protect her baby and she would do it all over again if she had
to. After the last of her dry heaves,
she flushed the toilet and began to take off her clothes. Now, it was time for a shower. A long, hot shower.
(Silverstone Household,
May 7th, 1994, 9:35 p.m.)
Later that night, a
police officer knocked on the front door of the Silverstone’s. Amanda’s mother answered in her
bathrobe. After apologizing for the
disturbance, he asked if she knew Jocelyn Campbell.
“Yes, she was one of my
daughter’s friends. What’s this about?”
she asked.
“Someone called from a
payphone with an anonymous tip that she was travelling to this residence. They claimed there’d be drugs in the vehicle. We spotted her just outside her neighborhood
and asked her where she was going. Said
she was coming to your residence to babysit your daughter. We searched her car. Ecstasy, coke, pills, you name it. It was like a pharmacy in there” he
explained.
Amanda’s mother raised
her hand to her mouth. “Oh my gosh,
that’s awful! I had no idea she was a
druggie! Someone must have skipped a few
D.A.R.E. classes!”
“I guess. So, you didn’t ask her to come here? You didn’t ask her to babysit tonight?” the
officer asked, jotting down items on his notepad.
“No, I wasn’t expecting
her. I just put my daughter to bed. And why would I need a babysitter when I’m
home?” she asked incredulously, highlighting her bathrobe with her hands to
demonstrate that she was dressed to retire for the evening.
“I was wondering the same
thing myself. Dumb kid. The drugs are bad enough, but giving false
statements to a police officer…...not exactly smart. Kid supposedly had a bright future ahead of
her, too. Well, thanks for your help,
ma’am and sorry to bother you. Have a
good one.”
Amanda’s mother closed
the front door, then watched the patrol car drive away through the adjoining
window. As she made her way to her
bedroom, she stopped by Amanda to check on her.
She opened the door and saw her daughter sleeping peacefully, clutching
her teddy bear as she slumbered. Her
mother smiled contently. Jocelyn would
never hurt her again. Momma Bear had
protected her daughter. She climbed into
her bed, turning off the lamp beside it and sinking into her pillows. Now, it was time for some well-earned
hibernation.
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by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
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