"Get out of the tub," Joyce said, taking the towel. She dried her daughter's body as Shari stood on the floor. Joyce felt Shari tremor beneath her hands. When she had all the soap bubbles off, she looked at Shari's nakedness critically. Joyce was on her knees, facing Shari. She looked over the small, flawlessly shaped tits, down the flat stomach, and for a brief moment gazed at the curling dark hairs of her pussy. Then Joyce leaned a bit closer, reaching a fingertip forward.

"You're scratched, Shari," she said.

"Where?" Shari asked, looking down.

"Open your legs."

Shari parted her thighs, and her mother probed at a scratch very close to her cunt, perhaps half an inch long. The cut was superficial, but the location was like a bright, exploding light.

"How did this happen?" Joyce asked.

"Mom, I told…"

"That's enough, Shari," Joyce said sharply. "You tell me how this happened, and I want the truth, young lady."

"I-I can't, Mom," Shari stammered. "I can't tell you."

Joyce looked into her daughter's face. "All right, Shari. Did one of the men grab you?"

Shari shook her head. "Oh, no! That wasn't what…" Shari began to cry.

Joyce stood up and drew her daughter against her body, hugging her tightly. "There, there," she murmured. "You don't have to cry, darling. You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Oh, no!" Shari sobbed, holding her mother's waist tightly. Then she blubbered out the story. "And they said they would beat me up if I told on them," she finished.

Joyce held her daughter, feeling a weird excitement coursing through her. What her daughter had just told her sent bubbles of pleasure racing throughout her body. Although she was such a horny woman, she still felt strange that she could feel this way about what had happened to her daughter.