Part 8

As with most days the girls ate breakfast with Martha fussing over them. Tina’s early departure made her curious, but not worried. It was forgotten the moment Jeanine walked into the kitchen with two of her three youngest in tow.

“Where’s Lana?” Martha asked.

“She ran off with Tina,” said Lindsey. “They were being very… secretive.”

“They were, too!” said Lorrie, who did not look pleased.

Martha served more coffee to her guests, thinking nothing unusual as it was common for Jeanine to show up early with her girls. But she noted her friend’s nervous face.

“Is something wrong?” Martha asked Jeanine.

“I… uhm…” Jeanine started. Lindsey went to speak but Jeanine silenced her with a hand gesture.

“Martha,” Jeanine looked up with soul filled eyes. “I screwed up.”

“How?”

“Last night, when the girls came home… I told them…”

“That you’re getting cooked tomorrow? I hope so… you’re not changing your mind are you? You already signed and knowing my father, he’s already on his way to file the papers!”

“Wait,” said Melanie. “Jeanine’s getting cooked, too?”

“When did you decide?” asked Sandy.

“Well… I decided when I found out Martha was doing it for sure,” Jeanine said. “No, I didn’t change my mind. But, Martha… I, I’m so sorry. I told the girls everything else that happened too.”

“What?” Martha said having half understood, then it dawned on her what it meant. “Oh!”

“Martha, I’m soo sorry…”

Martha shook her head… trying to clear it…

“What else happened?” asked Sandy. The rest of Martha’s daughters turned toward their mother with confused looks.

Martha was thoughtful for a moment or two. She was flushed, of course. One does not avoid a feeling of embarrassment when the gory details of one’s sex life are spread around. But why should they not know? It was no longer illegal, and had not been for a year. And what was anyone going to do about it? Cull her?

Martha forced a smile. “Jeanine and I… we’ve become lovers. We’re having sex with each other.” Oh yes, their faces were more shocked than Martha had thought they’d be. “Right here, on this table.”

Of course she’d told Donald last night. And, of course, Donald being Donald, he’d enjoyed her story then savagely taken her again and again, leaving her spent and so exhausted she’d had the deepest sleep she’d experienced in many months.

“We’re not lesbians,” Jeanine was correcting Sandy. “We’re bisexual. And I’ve loved your mom for a long, long time… and I still do!”

“Well,” said Lindsey at length. “I don’t know what the big deal is… if you love each other, and dad is okay with it and Don is okay with it… Don is okay with it, right?”

Martha nodded.

“Where’s the fire?” asked Chester, suddenly appearing in the Kitchen’s doorway.

“My mom was just telling us that she and Martha are having sex,” blurted Lorrie.

“You’re just finding out now?” asked Chester. “Haven’t they been lovers for years?”

Martha and Jeanine gave nervous laughs.

“Is that what you thought?” asked Martha.

“Of course, Dear,” said Mrs. Finney. “The way you touched each other… you were not exactly discrete.”

“Our first time together was yesterday,” said Jeanine.

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“Well…” said Mrs. Finney. “You were beautiful together.”

“You saw them, Gramma?” asked Cory.

Well… I…” Mrs. Finney blushed. “I did.”

“Wow,” said Dana.

“Well,” said Melanie. “I think it’s romantic!”

“You think everything’s romantic,” said Cory.

“I think it’s romantic as well, Melanie,” said Mrs. Finney.

“Gramma’s right,” said Lindsey. “Now can we not be all ridiculous about this anymore? It’s so stupid.”

Martha and Jeanine exchanged glances when Lindsey said “Gramma.” Jeanine shrugged.

“It’s time to go, anyway,” said Sandy. “Bye Mom!” she came and hugged Martha, then hugged Jeanine. The parade of girls followed that pattern.

“Is there anymore coffee?” asked Chester after the girls had all filed out, and Martha served. “Liz,” he said. “Do you want the car, or would you rather I call a limo again?”

“The limousine was nice, darling. If you don’t mind, I’d like ask for it again. And the same driver if you can get her.”

“What exactly are you doing in all these meetings, Dad?” asked Martha.

“Old friend of mine,” he said as he dialed. “Ebenezer Jessup. He’s a professor of economics back in Georgia and wants to me to scout locations for a new university. I figured, while I’m here… hello, yes I need a limousine…”

“So who’s he meeting with today, Mother?”

“The mayor, I believe,” said Mrs. Finney. “I can hardly keep track of all his acquaintances. Jeanine, would you like to come with us to meet my daughter Beverly?”

“Uh, sure. I’d love to come, Mrs. Finney.”

“Please call me Liz,” said Mrs. Finney. “I should even unofficially adopt you as your daughters have done with me. You’re practically family, I think, all things considered,” she glanced at Martha. “They are delightful, by the way. Your girls are.”

“Thank you, Liz,” Jeanine said in a small voice.

“Ten thirty alright, dear?” asked Chester.

“That should be ideal,” said Mrs. Finney… I mean Liz.

Liz turned to Martha. “Dear,” she said. “Can you do something for me? It’s a small thing, and I hope you can, because it would mean a great deal to me.”

“Of course, Mother?”

Liz smiled. “Can you take off that hideous pink polyester snap front house dress from hell and never wear it again in my presence? Go naked if you must, but please don’t insult your beauty with it again.”

“What should I change into?” Martha asked.

“Naked is good,” Chester said.

“Daad!”

“Naked is fine with me too,” grinned Jeanine.

“You’re not helping!”

“Martha,” said Liz. “Do you remember that blue and white outfit you wore to that disaster of a garden party we had during your senior year.”

“The white cutoffs and blue halter-blouse?”

“Yes.”

“You hated that outfit!”

“Oh, no I did not. I thought it made you look adorable. What I hated was what people said about you when you wore it, and I just happened to know what they were going to say.”

“Oh.”

“Do you still have it?”

“I do, actually. I don’t know if it still fits…”

“Oh, silly girl, of course it fits. You’re as trim as you were when you were fifteen. Do go put it on for me, please?”

Martha nodded and went upstairs, leaving Jeanine at her mother’s mercy and feeling guilty about doing that again. It took a few minutes to find the cutoffs, but she did find them. They were ridiculously short. They reminded her of Lorrie’s skirt, because when she put them on, they left her hip bones exposed and the top half of her mons visible. They couldn’t be worn with any panties Martha had. She’d had forgotten they were that revealing. The royal blue halter blouse was basically a blouse that was cut to be tied underneath the breasts. And mother wanted her to wear this? Martha went braless, hoping Mother would change her mind on this outfit. She wasn’t sure she wanted to parade around in it today. Not with mother here.

Martha regarded herself in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. She felt naked, and looked like a woman who wanted to be stripped forcibly… keep mother happy, keep mother happy, keep mother happy! She went downstairs. By the time she arrived back in the kitchen, Chelsea was there sharing her ultra sound images.

“Four!” said Liz. “My word, dear. You will need a wet-nurse. I certainly did.”

“You had four at a time?” asked Chelsea.

“Twice,” said Liz. “My first two litters were quadruplets. My last three, however, were triplets. Four would have been too much, and absolutely too many for one woman to nurse.”

“I don’t know if we can afford one,” said Chelsea.

“Don’t be silly, dear. Ask one of Martha’s girls. Her youngest will be seniors when your litter is born. I’m sure Melanie or Sandy would be happy to help out.”

“That’s a great idea! Martha, whatcha think? Nice outfit! Is it new?”

Martha did not want to blush with this much skin exposed, but she did anyway.

“Martha,” said Jeanine. “You look good enough to eat!”

“In more ways than one,” said Chester. “Oh, Liz, Naomi just sent me a text. She got the phone.”

“Oh, good.”

“She says to call after eleven.”

“I’ll need the phone, then, darling.”

“My Naomi?” asked Martha.

“Yes,” said Chester. “You mentioned last night you were having a hard time getting in touch with the girls at college. So I ordered a phone and had it delivered to their dormer.”

“That’s great, Daddy!” Martha said. “Thank you!”

“My pleasure,” said Chester. “I must go, the Mayor, I’m told is an impatient man. Congratulations on your son, Chelsea!”

“Thanks Chester!” said Chelsea. “I have to go too. I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“Wow,” said Jeanine, after the three were alone.

“What?” asked Martha.

“Funny how we three spitmuffins seem to always end up alone together.

Liz laughed jovially at that.

“What’s so funny?” Martha asked.

“I’ve never heard the term ‘spitmuffin’ before, much less been called one.”

Liz, Martha and Jeanine spent the next half hour doing the few chores there were to do in the Cokely home, before moving on to work in the Philips home. Jeanine had a more lagging list of chores, but the three of them knocked those out quickly and were just finished when the limousine arrived.

“Hello, again,” Liz said to the driver.

“Hello, ma’am. Thank you for requesting me!”

“Not at all, dear. Tell me, is this vehicle equipped with a system for conference by phone?”

“It is, ma’am,” said the woman. She pointed to a console on the door’s interior panel. “Plug your phone in here, and press this button for speaker conference. You can also use these headsets, which I think work much better.”

“Thank you, dear. Shall we go?”

Martha slipped in behind Jeanine and sat next to her on the rear-facing seat while Liz took the middle of the back seat. She couldn’t help but luxuriate on the plush seats made of soft dyed blue skin.

“It is a shame,” said Liz as the limousine pulled away. “That Beverly won’t be joining us on the spit.”

“At least she’s coming,” said Martha.

“There is that,” nodded Liz.

Martha looked over at Jeanine, who smiled. Jeanine put her hand on Martha’s bare thigh and caressed it twice, then let her hand rest there.

“We need to find time,” said Jeanine.

Martha nodded, nervously.

“Precious little of it left,” said Liz. “We have but little more than a day left. Oh, don’t look at me like that Jeanine. Those eyes of yours make me want to weep when you put on that look. Oh do make her stop, Martha. Kiss her, or make love to her, but don’t let her look so soulful…”

Jeanine did not need any further encouragement. She did kiss Martha. Not only that, she consumed Martha’s mouth hungrily. Martha was so overwhelmed by the sensation it was after her halter-blouse was off that she realized she was half naked and about to be fully naked as Jeanine already had her button fly undone on the white cutoffs.

“Wait,” said Martha. “Wait, please!” Jeanine sighed, and buried her head in Martha’s shoulder. “Mother… Mom,” continued Martha. “You said you’d tell me about Silvie.”

“Yes dear, I will. What is it you want to know?”

Martha took a breath as Jeanine was sliding the cutoffs down Martha’s thighs.

“Just a few days before Silvie was cooked, she called me. She told me she had had sex with Dad.”

Liz’ brow went up. She looked surprised, but not shocked to Martha.

“Is that all she told you?” asked Liz.

“No,” Martha said, but she did not elaborate.

Liz sighed. “You remember that Silvie was something of a romantic. She was like Melanie that way. She also had that very mirthful, sometimes nasty sense of humour like Tina and… no, not like Naomi,” she paused. “Who we need to call in thirty minutes. Anyway, she’d had her heart broken by a boy, and her grades started failing to the point she was going to get culled. So your father preempted it. You know that she was spitroasted a week later at the country club. But she was a virgin and loathed the idea of being a virgin on a spit. So your father and I spent the next seven wonderful nights with Silvie in our bed.”

“You both did?” asked Martha, who was a bit shocked.

“Did she not tell you?”

“Not that part!”

“Oh,” said Liz. “I suppose she might have been protecting me. It was illegal at the time, and I would probably have been culled had I been caught. But that was fifteen years ago. You’ve been curious about it all this time?”

Martha shook her head as Jeanine fondled her body.

“Beverly and I have been going back and forth about this since that time…”

“Goodness,” said Liz. “I had no idea! It is a shame it took us so long to start speaking honestly to each other, Martha,” she said. “My my… you truly do have such a beautiful body.”

Jeanine had handed Martha’s clothing to Liz, who set them beside her, then stripped off herself, giving away her signature yellow tee first, then her bra, shorts and ratty cotton panties to Liz.

Then Jeanine turned to Martha. It was Martha’s turn to be the submissive in this affair as Jeanine explored her body in ways Martha would never have imagined. But all the while, Martha was aware of her mother, sitting on the back seat, watching them, studying them. Any time Martha thought her crotch on display for her mother she blushed and closed her legs. Even so, Martha almost managed to lose herself in the sensations Jeanine inflicted upon her. She felt both humiliated and adored by both women, but her body, while coming to the brink, would not climax.

Jeanine, however, did, multiple times as Martha teased her friend’s large clitoris with finger and tongue. Jeanine lay on top of Martha for many moments after, clothing Martha with the warmth of her own body.

“You didn’t come,” said Jeanine.

“Stage fright,” replied Martha.

“Inhibitions can be a terrible thing,” said Liz. “No,” she said to Jeanine as Jeanine went to retrieve her clothing. “I’d like to enjoy looking at you for a while longer, please.”

Liz touched a key on the phone which she’d mounted to the door console. It rang.

“Hello?” came a voice over the speaker.

“Naomi?”

“Yes?”

“It’s your grandmother.”

“Gramma! Hi! Where are you? You sound like you’re in a tunnel.”

“Just a moment, then,” said Liz. She fished three headsets out of the console and distributed them, donning one herself.

“How do I sound now, Naomi?”

“Much better!” said the coed. “I’m trying to dodge taggers today, so if I hang up on you suddenly, that’s why!”

“Be careful, honey!”

“Mom? Is that you?”

“Yes it is. How are you?”

“I’m fine. So Gramma is there to get roasted?”

“Not just Gramma,” said Martha. “Me too.”

“Oh my god! Mom!”

“It’s true, honey. I wish you could be here.”

“But I’ll miss you!”

“I know, sweetie. I love you very much. But you knew this day was coming.”

“Wow, I wish I could be there tomorrow! I have this lecture I can’t miss, so I can’t!”

“It’s alright, honey. I’ll give everyone your love.”

“I love you, Mom! Oh, here comes Adam! He’ll keep me safe. He’s a tagger, but he’s also my boyfriend.

“Who you talking to?” asked a male voice in the background.

“My mom,” said Naomi.

“Naomi,” said Jeanine. “It’s Jeanine, from next door?”

“Oh, Hi Jeanine!”

“Are Maddy or Miley around at all? Do you ever talk to them?”

“Every day,” said Naomi. “I’ll see them at lunch, in like, fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, good!” said Jeanine.

“Naomi,” said Martha. “Jeanine’s getting roasted with us!”

“Really!”

“Yes, so if you can have Miley and Maddy use this phone to call…”

“Absolutely. So it’s a threesome, hey?” Naomi giggled at her own joke.

“Not quite,” said Liz. “Your mother and Jeanine haven’t invited me into their sexual adventures yet.”

“Oh, Gramma! You’re so… what’s that word you like so much? You’re such a naughty girl!”

“Oh, not so naughty as your mother and Jeanine. We’re on the way to pick up Aunt Beverly and your cousin Debbie at the airport, and they are sitting naked in front of me in a limousine in the afterglow of a lovely sexual adventure.”

“Mom, it’s a joke right?”

“Well…” Martha said trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice.

“It’s not a joke,” said Jeanine, completely confidently. “It’s all true.”

“Oh, wow! I don’t know what to say!”

“Just so you know,” said Jeanine. “Your father is fine with it, as are Miley and Maddy’s dad. Everyone knows by now about it, I think.”

“Well,” said Naomi. “That’s really nice. What do the girls say about it?”

“Melanie said it was romantic,” said Liz.

“She thinks everything is romantic,” said Naomi. “Good for her! God, I’m… you know what? The girls on this campus are pretty libertine. I heard they weren’t before the law changed, but when it did… now having girls on girls is kinda all the rage, you know? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when my own mom and her best friend find they like each other even more than they thought.”

“That’s very well put, dear,” said Liz.

“Thank you, baby,” said Martha, her eyes tearing up. “Thank you…”

“Okay,” said Naomi. “Mom, I love you, I’ll try and talk to again later, maybe tomorrow. Jeanine, I’ll have Maddy and Miley call soon as I find them.”

“Thanks, Naomi!” said Jeanine.

“I gotta go! Love you!” and the phone clicked off.

Fifteen minutes later, they were back in their outfits and in the terminal at Sky Harbor Airport. Jeanine was explaining things to Madeline over the phone with some tears. She finally hung up as the two other women looked on.

“I just said goodbye to my baby,” said Jeanine.

“I know,” said Martha, stroking Jeanine’s back.

Jeanine smiled. “You know, she’s thrilled we’re lovers!”

“Really?”

“She said: ‘About time!’ her words!”

Several arrivals were announced, among them Beverly’s. When Beverly and Deborah appeared, they looked like sisters rather than mother and daughter. So much so, in fact, Martha had a hard time telling which was which at first. Both wore their wheat blonde hear pinned up elegantly and sported Elizabeth’s hazel eyes and clear, creamy skin. Both wore two inch heels with sheer black silk stalking. One wore a slate gray wool nit, long sleeve dress with oversized turtleneck that form fitted Debby or Bev’s body. The other wore a cream colored blouse and dark purple pinstriped skirt.

“Gramma!” shouted Debbie, revealing herself to be the one in blouse and skirt. Beverly strode directly to Martha and gave her a tight embrace.

“Hey, you!” said Beverly. “God, I’m glad I got to see you again. Hello, Mother!”

“How was your flight, dear?” asked Liz.

“Long,” said Beverly.

“Some sheik bought a stewardess,” said Debbie. “Hi, Aunt Marty,” she embraced Martha.

“Bev, Debbie, this is my best friend, Jeanine Philips.”

“Well,” said Beverly. “It’s nice to finally meet you after hearing about you for so long! I always envy the adventures you and Marty have!”

Jeanine took Beverly’s offered hand. “She’s been a great friend,” she said. “But, wow. Beauty sure runs in this family!”

Beverly blushed demurely.

“And I love that dress,” said Jeanine.

“Really? My husband says I spend way too much money on cloths,” Beverly said. “But I think he’d rather I just walk around naked.”

“It’s awfully cold for that back home this time of year for that,” said Debbie.

“But not here,” said Liz. “I’m sure we’ll all find time to spend in the nude soon enough. It’s far more relaxed here in the Southwest than we are used to.”

A woman strode by wearing only body paint over her breasts to go with her skirt. Both Debbie and Beverly’s eyes popped out.

“I can see that…” said Beverly.

“Where do we collect your luggage,” asked Liz.

“We only brought carryons,” said Debbie.

“Well,” said Liz. “I suppose we could be off then. Should we have lunch?”

They agreed to go to a restaurant in Phoenix. The limousine driver recommended Vincenzo’s on East Camelback which had a unique take on continental food. They were there shortly and dining on succulent loin cuts.

“Marty,” asked Beverly as the food arrived. “Is that the outfit from the garden party fiasco?”

“It is,” Martha smiled.

“What fiasco?” asked Jeanine.

Liz laughed heartily and told Jeanine about how she had, during Martha’s senior year in high school, tried to set her up with a promising young man who she cared for not at all. So she bought and wore this scandalous, for the time and place, outfit to meet and greet guests coming to the garden party Liz had arranged for the occasion. As it turned out, the boy’s parents so disapproved of Martha’s outfit, they forbid him from being seen anywhere near her. The outfit was the talk of the country club and the highschool for weeks after.

“But the boy married one of Martha’s friends,” said Liz. “But she only lived till her eldest was ten, then he traded her in for a new model.”

Martha felt sullen.

“Don’t worry, Dear,” said Liz. “I asked Marty to wear the outfit. It reminds me of how precious our time is and how horrible I was for that day.”

Martha had never been called “Marty” by her mother before, at least not in her presence. Hearing it, as if Mother had been using it forever was unsettling and Martha knew not what to make of it.

Back in the limousine, Beverly and Debbie flanked Liz in the back seat. As they sped home Beverly spoke of the country club, describing it and the various characters that inhabited it to Martha and even more so to Jeanine. In general, Beverly liked the people there, but had little tolerance for those who were sycophants of Georgia Monroe. Georgia she truly loathed.

“This is a woman who lords over all, never fails to remind us her husband served the ambassador in London, and that she was presented to the queen…”

“I can’t stand the Monroes at all,” said Debbie. “I don’t know how Gramma can.”

“She’s quite a bridge player,” said Liz.

“I mentioned you were getting roasted this weekend only an hour after you told me,” said Beverly. “And wouldn’t you know it, she pats my arm and says, ‘yes, luv, I know!’ You told her first, Mother! How could you?”

“I did not!”

“Then how did she already know?”

Then Liz eyes went mirthful and she began laughing hysterically.”

“What’s so funny?” Beverly asked with true annoyance in her tone.

“My darling,” said Liz. “What Georgia does not know is that she will be roasted on Sunday.”

“What? How is that?”

Liz wiped the laughing tears from her eyes. “I’m the lowest ranked player at the moment,” said Liz. “I would be roasted if I were to participate in the finals on Sunday… and the club bylaws say I must, I’m obligated to… unless I’m already gone. Georgia is subject to the exact same rules as everyone else in the club. She wrote them, and that is the irony. She is, right now, the second lowest ranked player behind me.”

“Oh!” said Beverly. “So she thought… oh my god! Mother, you’re not that devious!”

“I beg to differ,” said Liz. “I’m as devious as I need to be… besides, Georgia was ruining the debutante ball, and we can’t have that.”

Martha had been watching the exchange completely perplexed at first, then very much aware of the woman she’d grown up under. Mother was who she was on the surface. There was a whole other person underneath. That planner was the one she found to be the most frightening.

“God, it will serve them right,” said Debbie.

“Serve who right?” asked Liz.

“Cambria and Asia Monroe. They’re debutantes. I almost wish I was going to be there.”

“You’re not?” asked Martha.

“No,” said Debbie.

“Debbie,” said Martha changed the subject. “Dana is looking forward to your coming. Would you like to stay at our house instead of the hotel tonight?”

“Uhm,” said Debbie. “Alright. Or she could stay with me and Mom at the hotel!”

“Alright,” said Martha. “You two can work it out when you see her.

An awkward silence descended upon the limousine’s rear compartment. Martha was suddenly aware of Jeanine and her own barely clothed bodies so close together in the rear facing seat and Jeanine’s body heat radiated next to Martha in stark contrast to the limousine’s air conditioning. Martha was also keenly aware of her proper family, her sister and mother quite properly dressed across from her...

So, Debbie,” Jeanine said. “Why aren’t you going to the debutante ball?”

“I won’t be there for it,” Debbie evaded. “But my sisters will.  Caitlin, oh my god, it’s all she talks about.”

“Incessantly,” said Beverly.

“One of the boys actually asked to be here escort.  Rommie doesn’t care so much.  That’s my older twin.  She’ll get assigned an escort and be perfectly happy with whoever.  But Cait, it means a lot to her.”

“It sounds like you’re very protective of Caitlin,” observed Jeanine.

“We all are,” replied Debbie. “I mean, she barely made it through her junior year.  It’s a miracle she’s still around to attend the ball.”

“Caitlin’s as pretty a thing as they come,” said Martha to Jeanine.

“Well,” said Jeanine. “In your family that’s saying quite a bit.  I’ve never seen a family with so many beautiful women in it.”

“Beauty isn’t everything,” said Beverly defensively.

“But it is something,” said Jeanine. “If nothing else, you look good on a spit,” she grinned.

“Is a spitmuffin supposed to look good on a spit?” asked Liz.

“A ‘spitmuffin’?” asked Beverly.

“Yeah, Mom!” said Debbie. “Don’t worry, Gramma. You’ll make a great looking spitmuffin.”

“I daresay I’ll be a novelty in this part of the country.”

“It’s a shame Josh couldn’t be here,” said Martha. “Couldn’t he make time?”

“Apparently not,” said Beverly. “Where did you hear the term ‘spitmuffin’, Debbie?”

“At school,” replied the young blonde. “One of the transfer students from California says that’s what they say there.”

“It’s true,” said Jeanine. “That’s what we always said.  I’m originally from San Francisco,” Jeanine said to Beverly. “Josh is your husband, right?”

“He is,” Beverly said simply.

“Mom’s mad at Daddy for not coming,” said Debbie.

“I’m sure he is far more annoyed with me,” said Liz. “I only told him on Wednesday evening what my intentions were.”

“Well,” said Beverly. “He has a new wife lined up already.  It would have been nice if he could be more accommodating to his own family.”

“Wait,” said Jeanine. “I’m confused.  I thought you were only thirty eight?”

“I am,” said Beverly.

“And you have ten kids.”

“I do.  Well, I did.”

“I thought… Martha says that buys you extra time?”

“It does,” said Beverly. “But my marriage is, shall we say, a bit of a drag.  Neither of us is happy.  But I have daughters in Yale, Princeton and Cornell.  It looks like Rommie might get into Stanford or Harvard.  Caitlin is very likely to marry her boyfriend, who I adore… and I have my own diversions.”

“Yes you do,” said Debbie, smirking.

Beverly gave Debbie a quick look Martha couldn’t quite decipher.  Some secret, perhaps?

“Oh Martha,” said Beverly. “I do wish I’d come sooner.”

Martha smiled. “So do I.”

If you had,” said Liz. “You’d have witnessed the budding romance between your sister and her friend.”

“Oh?” Beverly raised a brown. “Is something wrong between you and Don?”

“No,” Martha said. “Nothing at all is wrong.”

“Actually,” said Liz. “Everyone is quite happy for Martha and Jeanine.”

“No way!” exclaimed Debbie.

“Seriously?” Beverly grinned, and Martha gave a little nod.

“That’s hot!” said Debbie. “The stuck up girls at our school still tease lesbians ruthlessly.  They can’t use it to get them culled anymore, but they still make their lives miserable.  They say it’s a man-hating thing.”

“To be fair, dear,” said Liz. “Lesbianism is a form of hatred toward men.  But Jeanine and Martha are bisexuals.  I know quite well they both love their husbands very much.  You’ll find Ron, Jeanine’s husband, to be a very amiable man.”

“I like him,” smiled Jeanine.

Martha wanted, more than anything, to be away and alone with Jeanine somewhere, anywhere but here at the moment.  The discussion of her sex life with three generations of her family was truly embarrassing her and setting her on edge the more the conversation went on.  She lay her head back on the seat, then rolled it over onto Jeanine’s shoulder and shut her eyes for a few moments, hoping it would all go away.

“You guys are so cute together,” said Debbie, once again intruding on Martha’s senses.

“They are indeed,” said Liz.

“Hey, Aunt Marty,” said Debbie.  Martha opened her eyes again and faced her niece. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure,” Martha smiled politely.

Debbie reached over with one arm and put her palm on Elizabeth’s cheek, directing the older woman’s face toward her own.  Then the girl planted a kiss on her grandmother that sucked the wind out of Martha’s lungs as well as her Mother's.

Liz had initially offered resistance to the assault, but submitted in short order to Debbie’s assertive advance.  Debbie’s hand landed on her grandmother’s belly and came up to cup the older woman’s breast.

“God I love doing that,” said Debbie as Liz panted in the aftermath. “I wish you’d get a dress like Mom’s, Gramma.  It’s so much easier to get off.”

Martha’s senses were suddenly on fire, and Jeanine’s hand that had hovered over Martha’s breast was now gripping it.

“I…” Martha started. “Mom, I’m…”

“She’s my whore,” said Debbie. “So is your sister.” Debbie added as she pulled Liz’s dress off her shoulders and below her bra. “The first time I raped Gramma I did it in front of Grampa.” She unclasped Liz’s bra, and took it from her. “He was a very good audience.”  Liz offered only timid reluctance.

“Mom,” said Debbie. “Why don’t you sit between Martha and Jeanine and give us some space.”

Martha obeyed Debbie’s wishes and scooted over to make room for Beverly, and Beverly slid over in submissive obedience to her mistress/daughter.

Debbie touched the intercom button to the driver.

“Driver,” she said. “We’ll need a little time.  Can you add half an hour to our trip?”

“Yes ma’am,” said the driver over the intercom speaker.

“Thank you,” Debbie told the driver.  Then she drew Liz over her lap face down, and shifted to the middle of the back seat so that her lap was under Liz’s hips.  As she was pushing up Liz’s dress, she was looking Martha directly in the eye. “You look perplexed, Aunt Marty.  Didn’t you know Gramma’s greatest fantasy is to be humiliated?”

Martha shook her head “no”, and continued to watch as Debbie drew off Liz’s panties.

“You’ve been a bit naughty, Gramma,” said Debbie. “Did I not tell you to explain things to Aunt Marty?”

“Yes, my love,” said Liz in a shaky voice.

Martha’s hand slipped over Beverly’s, which was trembling heavily.

Debbie smacked Liz’s bare bottom five times to which Liz squealed each time and sobbed in the aftermath.  Debbie put Liz’s underthings in her purse and drew from it a cruel looking phallus carved from dark wood.  It was long and ribbed with a handle on one end.  Martha watched with morbid fascination as Debbie forced Liz’s knees apart, exposing the older woman’s sex.  It was well groomed to just over the top of her cleft. From there down, it was bare, as if it had recently been waxed, and it glistened with moisture and seemed to hungrily consume the phallus as Debbie forced it in.

Liz gasped.

Debbie pulled Liz back into a seated position directly in front of her and once again forced Liz’s knees apart.  But Liz opened them more willingly this time, showing her mound to be adorned with a nicely groomed patch of light brown pubic hair that seemed to embrace only the top of Liz’s cleft.

Debbie’s fingers found that cleft as she reached around with the other hand to work the phallus.  She worked it slowly at first, as she gingerly massaged Liz’s pleasure center, but her efforts slowly gained momentum.  Soon, Liz was panting and gasping, her surprisingly firm breasts bobbing as Debbie extracted orgasms from her grandmother without mercy.

Martha glanced over and did a double take.  Jeanine had her hand inside her own open shorts and was masturbating shamelessly.  Beverly was cupping her own breast, seeming to tease her nipples through the thick wool of her dress.

Martha’s own body was reacting to the domination of her mother.   The thought of trading places occurred to her.  But did she really want that?

Liz gushed onto the carpet, her body shuddering finally with her head laid back over Debbie’s shoulder, moaning at the ceiling.  Debbie put her lips to Liz’s neck and sucked hard, leaving and ugly mark there.

“Don’t disobey me again,” warned Debbie.

“No, my love,” promised Liz.

The scene soon shifted as Debbie helped Liz reassemble her dress, but denying Liz her undergarments when she asked for them.

Martha simply sat in shock, unable to think of anything to say.  She met her mother’s eyes and found that it was true: Liz was basking in her own humiliation.

The limousine came to a stop, and the passenger side door came open, and Martha became aware that they’d arrived home.  She was the first to step out of the Limousine.  Her only thought was to get away, far away from what she’d just seen.

What met Martha was no less unexpected than what she’d just witnessed.  Dozens… no, hundreds of her neighbors were awaiting her outside the Limousine in front of her house.  As soon as she appeared, they began to applaud enthusiastically.

She recognized many, others she did not.  John and Nina Haskell were there from three blocks over, on Tulip, she remembered.  Their son was the quarterback for the highschool football team that Dana wanted to date.  John proudly wore a gray sweat shirt displaying the logo for the Poppyfield Sidewinders.  Nina wore nothing but shoes, bra and panties.   Chelsea was likewise dressed, and her husband Frank wore a Sidewinders t-shirt.  Brad Blakely was there as well, grinning like a fool as he applauded and looking not at all hen pecked next to Helen, who’s thong seemed ill able to handle the wide expanse of her hips and who’s bra seemed overwhelming to her modest chest.

In fact, all the men and boys were dressed in Sidewinders shirts, and all the women and girls were dressed in lingerie.  Some of it cotton and plain, some of it fancy, and some of it quite gaudy.  The throng of people shook Martha’s hand and kissed her cheek and surged with their appreciation for Jeanine as she emerged, then again, even more so, for Liz.  Finally she began to make out the comments which universally had to do with the event tomorrow in the back yard.  It was completely surreal, and Martha barely noticed her sister and niece slipping out of the Limousine as inconspicuously as possible.

Up near the front porch, Officer Ron, still in uniform, sipped beer with Don and Chester while speaking with other neighbors.  Don eventually broke away and arrived to rescue his wife.

“Hiya, Legs!” he said, and then picked her up bodily in his arms and carried her off to the hoots and cheers of onlookers.

“My hero!” said Martha, snuggling against his wide chest as he strode into the house. “What’s going on?”

“Look out back,” said Don as he set her down.

Martha gave him a quizzical glance, and he nodded toward the kitchen.  Through the window over the sink she could see the neighborhood had come out in force setting up tables and hanging banners.  As she’d seen out front, men wore Sidewinders jerseys and women wore underwear and sneakers.  Bethany McKay, who was six months pregnant with a first brood, was even out there.  The girl had gone from an A Cup to a C cup in just a few weeks, she’d recently told Martha with excitement.

“Did everyone take the day off?” asked Martha of her husband as he joined her.

“The shop closed at noon,” said Don. “There’s the big game with Obama, and there’s tomorrow.  I guess nobody was in the mood to work anymore this week.  I know I’m not.”

Martha turned in his embrace, his big hands comforting her bare midriff.

“What are you in the mood for?” she asked, putting her arms over his shoulders.

“A little of this,” smiled Don. “A little of that… the girls are all going to the game, then they’re spending the night next door.  Ron and Jeanine will stay with us tonight.”

“You thought of everything,” said Martha. “What about Beverly and Debbie?”

“If they want to join in…”

Martha let out a laugh… “Not sure that’s a good idea…”

“Oh?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later…”

“Really… who did Debbie rape?”

Martha shook her head in shock. “You know about that already?”

“Chester’s been telling me Debbie’s a little domineering… is it true?”

“Except for the part about being only a little domineering… She’s acting like she owns Mother and Bev.”

“So tell me about it.”

Martha relayed the tale of the limousine ride, leaving nothing out.  She most enthusiastically, to her own surprise, spoke of making love to Jeanine while her mother watched.

“I was too uptight to orgasm,” Martha lamented. “Jeanine noticed.”

“That’s too bad,” said Don. “But Tina found something that should help you relax.”

“What’s that?”

Don kissed her deeply. “It’s a surprise.”

Martha smirked, then noticed the clock on the wall said three thirty.

“By this time tomorrow, I’ll be cooking.”

“Then we’d better make every moment count.”

Martha brushed his lips with hers and reveled in his very masculine embrace as he kissed her again.

Suddenly, Cory, Mel and Sandy appeared, all dressed in their new lingerie and old sneakers.

“Are you going to the game like that?” asked Martha.

“Yes,” said Melanie. “Daddy, it’s okay, right?”

Don nodded. “Have a good time, girls.”

The three girls rushed into the kitchen, kissed both parents on the cheek and rushed out.

Don led Martha back into the living room where Debbie was resisting Dana’s pleas to come to the game.

It should have been a perfectly normal thing, Martha thought.  Dana adored Debbie.  They’d been virtually inseparable last August in New Jersey.  They were almost exactly the same age as well, but now Martha saw Debbie differently.  She looked like a predator, and Dana, like prey.  Like Debbie would consume innocent Dana at first opportunity and spit her out after a few moments diversion…

“Please, Debbie!” begged Dana. “It’ll be fun!”

“Debbie,” said Chester. “You should go,” he said, even as Martha wanted to side with Debbie.

“Oh, alright!” said Debbie. “But can I take Gramma too?”

“Sure,” said Chester, to Liz’s dismayed look.

“Honey,” Martha whispered to Don.

“What?”

“Dana with Debbie?”

“What?  Oh, I’m sure it’s fine… don’t worry.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry.  It’s okay.”

Martha saw her mother speaking with Chester while Dana led Debbie upstairs for a quick shower.  She sat down on the sofa, suddenly exhausted, and Tina appeared with a tall glass of pink lemonade and put it in Martha’s hand.

“Thank you, honey.”

“You’re welcome, Mom,” said Tina, smiling sweetly.  Like the others, Tina wore her new lingerie.  Hers was white and royal blue… just like the outfit Martha wore…

As Martha regarded Tina, Lana appeared behind her. The blonde girl’s breasts were suspended in black lace, her skin had that olive quality her mother had, but her freckled chest betrayed her father’s Celtic heritage. Nearly naked, one would never guess Jeanine was Lana’s mother. Only Lana’s eyes were unmistakably Jeanine’s.

Ron and Jeani9ne finally came in through the back of the house followed by Beverly.

“Wow,” said Beverly as she strode from the kitchen to the living room. She accepted a tall glass from Lana and took a seat. “There’s a big party tomorrow in your back yard,” Beverly said to Martha.

“We don’t do things by half,” smiled Ron cheerfully.

“Dear,” said Liz to Martha. “May I borrow the lingerie I bought for you yesterday?”

“Of course,” said Martha. She stood and set down her drink. Elizabeth followed Martha upstairs through the kitchen. By the closed door to the girls’ bathroom Martha could hear the shower going and the high pitched chatter between Dana and Debbie.

“Mother,” said Martha.

“Yes, dear?”

“You won’t let anything happen to Dana, will you?”

Liz looked shocked. “What ever do you mean?”

Martha opened her closet and pulled out that shimmering white lace bra and panty set, handing it to Liz.

“I mean, please don’t let Debbie rape Dana.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” said Liz. She looked shocked and insulted.

But Martha was not reassured. She nodded anyway, and left her mother to change. Back downstairs, Beverly was catching up the men on happenings back in New Jersey, lamenting that her husband had already found another woman and had scheduled her for conversion next weekend.

“Debbie and I are going together,” said Beverly.

“Really?’ asked Tina. “How come you can’t go with Mom and Gramma?”

“He had it planned for over a week,” said Beverly. “Or so he says. Probably longer.”

“Another mother-daughter roasting,” said Jeanine, then catching herself with a glance toward Lana who was listening in to the whole conversation. “Hey,” Jeanine said to Lana. “How come you’re still here?”

“I’m not going to the game,” said Lana.

“Why not?”

Lana looked to Tina. “Uhm… Tina and I…”

“We have a project we have to do,” said Tina.

“On Kobe,” added Ron. “It’s okay, hun.”

“Your sisters already left?”

“Yes,” said Lana.

“Tina!” Dana called from upstairs. “Can you come up for a minute?”

“Coming…” Tina hurried into the kitchen with Lana escaping with her. They could be heard noisily making their way up the stairs.

“It’s past four,” said Jeanine.

“Oh! We need to call Linda and Mary and Miley!” Martha acknowledged and made her way into the kitchen.

“I don’t have the number,” said Martha after she’d picked up the phone receiver. “Dad!” she went back into the living room.”

“…Her biggest fantasy is to be spitted with one of the girls,” Ron was saying to Beverly.

“Has she asked?” asked Chester.

“No,” Said Ron.

“Dad,” said Martha, interrupting the conversation. “I need the number to the girls’ new phone.”

“Oh!” Chester stood and pulled out his wallet. Off a card he read off the number to Martha. But Martha held her hand out for the card, which he surrendered. She favored him with a smile and made her way back to the kitchen phone. As Martha dialed the number with Jeanine anxiously standing by, Martha noticed the three remaining cull licenses fanned out on the kitchen table, and wondered… the phone rang, it went to voicemail. Martha left a message.

“No answer?” Jeanine asked with disappointment.

Martha shook her head, and Jeanine gave Martha a comforting hug. It lingered. Martha kissed Jeanine’s cheek, and Jeanine turned into Martha’s lips and accepted her affection with them parted… it became passionate, and Martha succumbed to the erotic embrace.

“I wish they could see us,” said Jeanine into Martha’s ear.

“That’s beautiful,” said a small voice. The two turned to see Tina standing there completely nude looking virginally innocent, ready to be sacrificed. It dawned upon Martha that there were three blank culling licenses in front of her on the kitchen table. Of all the things Martha knew, she knew Tina was the wildcard, the one with the best chance at a life, and it occurred to Martha that she could not stand to see Tina on a spit.

“Christina Lane Cokely!” Martha exclaimed. “Why are you naked?”

“It’s okay, Martha,” said Lana Phillips as she appeared behind Tina. “Gramma asked her to stay naked.”

“Did she!” Said Martha, perturbed. Tina nodded so emphatically her jutting milky breasts bobbed. “What happened to your new underwear?”

“Debbie’s borrowing them,” said Tina apologetically. “She’s going to the game with Dana and Dana said Debbie had nothing with her.”

“I see,” said Martha, arms crossed.

Jeanine said something that ended with: “She looks good enough to eat…”

“I know,” said Martha. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Mother arrived downstairs wearing her pearls, pumps and underthings. “Oh, don’t be silly, dear,” said Mother. “Tina likes the attention. She always did.”

“True,” said Martha, not quit ready to condone her daughter’s nakedness.

“Well,” said Mother. “I suppose I’m off to see a football match then, and I’ve never so much as sat down to see one at all.”

“Dana knows football,” said Tina, her breasts jiggling enough to keep Martha’s attention. “She’ll explain it. It’s fun once you know what’ you’re looking at.”

“I suppose,” said Mother.

Dana and Debbie appeared then and Debbie was indeed wearing Tina’s new things. Mother mumbled something about needing to talk with Dad and slipped out of the kitchen.

“So,” Martha tore her eyes from Tina with great effort, and looked to Dana and her niece. “You’re off then? Have fun. And don’t get into trouble!”

“Thanks Mom!” said Dana as she kissed Martha’s cheek.

“Bye Aunt Martha!” said Debbie acting cheerful as Dana led her out.

Martha turned back to Tina and was about to order her back upstairs to put something on, but Jeanine had other ideas.

“Uhm,” said Jeanine. “Why don’t you girls keep Aunt Beverly company. We’ll be right out.”

Martha could not tear her eyes off Tina as the nubile girl glided out in front of Lana. She felt horrified at the sight and frightened.

“My God,” Martha breathed.

“What’s wrong?” asked Jeanine.

“I think Tina wants to get spitted with us!”

“That would be so sweet of her!” said Jeanine in a sweet and serious tone. Martha looked askance at Jeanine, unable to form words of protest. Jeanine, who hoped one of her own daughters would volunteer simply wouldn’t understand… or, perhaps, it was Martha who did not. It occurred to Martha that Jeanine had already seen four of her own culled. Three had gone directly to the butcher shop at the local supermarkent.

Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the moment. Martha snapped it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Mrs. Cokely?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Miley Philips. Jeanine’s daughter? I just saw you called and haven’t seen any of your girls since I spoke with Mom. I just wanted to tell you I’m looking for them now and wanted to make sure you would be available to talk.”

“Will you see them soon?” asked Martha.

“Well, I’m on my way to the quad. It’s the last place I can think to look. Apparently some girl got herself tagged and the whole school seems to be there.”

“Not one of mine!”

“Not likely,” said Miley. “Not with their grades. None of them get too many tagged days.”

“Oh, good!”

“Yeah, I’m at the quad now. I can’t see who the girl is, but she’s up there masterbating. She’s putting on quite a show! Is my mom near?”

Martha held the phone out to Jeanine.

“It’s Miley.”

“Oh,” said Tina as she was passing back through carrying one of Martha’s old comforters. “Say ‘hi’ for me!”

Beverly appeared, whispering something to Tina and headed upstairs. As Martha watched, Tina unloaded her burden in the living room and chased after Martha’s sister.

“Oh, God,” Martha’s heart was beating in her throat. “What now?”

“Oh my God!” said Jeanine, as if to punctuate the moment.

“What?” Martha jumped.

“It’s Naomi! She’s been tagged!”