Part 2

As with most days Ron called at five as Jeanine was making dinner. She picked up the phone and held it to her head as she sliced potatoes.

“Hi, Honey,” she said instantly.

“Hey babe!” Ron said. “I got your message, and I got Saturday off. But I’m taking a double shift tonight, so don’t wait up.”

“Oh good!” Jeanine said, putting a smile in her voice. “Do you know that Martha’s mother suggested I volunteer for the third spit?”

“You’d look good on a spit.”

“That’s what Lorrie said,” Jeanine smirked.

Ron’s laugh was boisterous. “So would she!”

“I threatened to volunteer her!”

Ron broke into uncontrolled cackles. “Maan! Did I ever tell you that you crack me up?”

“Isn’t that why you married me?”

“That, and your big tits,” Ron said. “Wait, third spit?”

“Yeah," Jeanine said. "Mr. Finney bought three spits and three licenses.”

“Woah! You’re kidding!”

“As to your next question: Martha might get spitted too.”

A moment of silence was followed by: “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Shades of the past!”

“Not really,” Jeanine said. “Martha’s mom is a stuck up bitch. I can’t imagine Martha and her mom… well…”

“That’s a shame.”

It is, but…”

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Ron said. “I’ll be home around one, and I’ll be hard as a rock!”

“Can’t wait!”

“Gotta go!”

“Love you!”

“Me too!”

Jeanine hung up the phone and went on dicing potato with the memory of her own mother and sister Maria dancing in her head. They had been spitted together after Maria failed her Junior High finals. Jeanine was charged with shaving her mother that day. She couldn’t resist sampling the fillet… and the memory still never failed to get Jeanine aroused.

“Was that Dad?”

Annoyed at the interruption, Jeanine turned to face Lorrie, and her jaw dropped.

Lorrie was still wearing her school uniform, but only one button of her blouse was buttoned at her cleavage. The rest had been gathered up and tied so that the lower portion of Lorrie’s ribs were exposed. Lorrie’s gray skirt was also shortened, from twenty inches to about ten! And it was pulled down so the waist band wrapped around Lorrie’s hip bones so that even the top of her pubic mound was exposed.

“What are you wearing?”

“My uniform!” Lorrie said. “Like it? It’s all the rage in California.” Lorrie did a twirl, and Jeanine saw that the strawberry blonde’s rump cleft was also more than visible.

Jeanine shook her head, smiling.

“You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

“I didn’t have any that would work,” Lorrie said.

“I dare you to go to school like that tomorrow,” Jeanine declared. “You…”

“Mom!” Protested Lindsey. “You can’t be serious!”

Jeanine regarded dark haired Lindsey. Like all her daughters, Lindsey was five foot five with the same basic shape as Jeanine, straight hips, generous rump. But also, smaller in the bust line the way Lorrie was. Of all her daughters, only Lana had inherited Jeanine’s enormous breasts.

“Why not?” Jeanine asked. “She looks good enough to eat!”

Lorrie swallowed so hard Jeanine could hear her throat.

“Exactly, Mom!” Harrumphed Lindsey. “I can just hear the chatter coming out of Eileen Blakely’s mouth!”

“I don’t know,” said Lana, the third of Jeanine’s youngest litter. “Maybe Lorrie wants to do the pole dance!”

“Fuck you, Lana!”

“You wish!” Lana said, thrusting her chest in Lorrie’s direction. “There’s a spit next door with your name on it!”

“Lana! I swear I’ll…”

“Careful, Lana,” said Jeanine. “It might have your name on it instead.”

“So, Mom,” said Lana, completely unperturbed by her mother’s remark. “Mrs. Finney seems nice. Is Martha really going with her?”

“Maybe,” Jeanine said. “Lorrie, you should sew up that hem. Go use the sewing machine.”

“Okay.”

Lana and Lindsey began setting the table.

“”Dad’s working late, so don’t set his place.”

“I like Mrs. Finney,” said Lindsey. “She’s classy. I never thought an old woman could be pretty too.”

“Now we know where Martha gets her looks,” Jeanine had to admit. Mrs. Finney was very pretty, but she was tempted to share her low opinion of the older woman with her daughters, but discarded the notion. Experience is always better.

“Don’s going to need a new wife,” Lindsey said.

Jeanine regarded Lindsey as the potatoes fried.

“You’re not his type,” said Lana.

“How do you know?”

“ ‘Cause I am!”

“Don’t be smart, Lana,” said Jeanine. “Linds, we don’t know what will happen…” she paused. “But if Martha decides to get roasted…”

“What” asked Lindsey, wide eyed and hopeful.

“I’ll float the idea to him.”

“Really?” Lindsey breathed, a smile on her lips as she hugged her mother.

The idea was appealing. The more Jeanine thought on it the more she liked it. Lindsey was not university material and only marginal with her grades in highschool. As the girls bantered about this and that, Jeanine imagined life with Lindsey next door… without Martha. Chelsea was her only other real friend, and she was too much of a ditz to confide in…

Jeanine regarded her youngest daughters. Her fantasy had always been to be spitted with one of them. All of her first litter and one of her second had not made it through highschool. Her two colligiates, Miley and Madeline were at Elko U of Nevada with Martha’s three eldest trying to survive with decent grades and dodging hunters. If they survived, they’d be fine. Having at least one of her girls married would be more than Jeanine could hope for under any circumstances.

So what if Martha got spitted?

Jeanine had told Martha every part of her life, including why she wanted to go out with one of her daughters. But as she regarded Lana, Lindsey and Lorrie she could not imagine any of them being turned onto the idea of having sex with their own mother.

And that was the rub of it. Even though Mrs. Finney was what she was, she oozed a sexual tension the same way Martha did. Martha threatened to burst any moment, but the closest thing Jeanine had had to intimacy with Martha was rubbing tanning inhibitor on Martha’s back… with Martha wearing that ridiculous beige bikini. Maybe tomorrow when we get waxed…

“Oh my god!” Jeanine exclaimed.

“What?” Chorused her daughters.

“I forgot to make the appointment!”

“What appointment?”

“Martha and I need to get waxed,” Jeanine frantically dialed Yukios…