Part 13

As with most days Martha awoke at 5:30 AM in Don’s arms. In fact, as was quite common, she was spooned in his embrace, one massive hand cupping a breast and very likely part of the reason his erection was large between her bottom cheeks. In the early morning darkness she could hear the light snoring of her father, though she could not see him. He was on the other side of Beverly, who was not snoring, but rather breathing softly next to Martha. Bev lay on her back, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Bev’s blonde pubic hair, usually so neat, was growing straight up between her hips, which caused Martha to smile to herself even as her body tingled as the realizations from last night were re-awakened.

Martha had run her fingers through that hair last night, combing obsessively it till it stood up straight. Martha could not help herself. The images she’d conjured in her mind forced her to focus on Beverly’s body, or on Jeanine’s, who must be on the floor. Poor Jeanine. But Martha had let the men do what they would to her. Martha needed any attention she could get to orgasm. Orgasm was the only thing that would relieve the agony of what she saw, in her mind, happening to Naomi.

Today, sweetheart, I’ll be joining you.

It was the phone call.

“It’s Naomi! She’s been tagged!” Jeanine had announced.

On the phone, Martha was frantically talking with Miley Phillips till she reached Linda, Martha’s firstborn. Then, thank god for this fancy phone, Linda and Miley were on the line and managed to get a headset on Naomi as her body was about to be stripped of its clothing and its humanity. Now, Martha knew, Naomi’s body would be reduced to bone, the rest of it digesting in the stomachs of her fellow U.N. Elko Students.

Martha’s senses were still alight, though muted, from Naomi’s word painting of what had happened. The play by play was horrific, exhilarating and, my god, sexy as hell! The intensely arousing shock… multiple shocks from that conversation were once again awakening in her.

With Miley and Linda on the line, Martha spoke to them sitting at the kitchen table giving them instructions as to how she wanted the two young women to take care of her baby. Jeanine and Beverly flanked Martha as Miley and Linda did Naomi. As Miley and Linda pleasured Naomi’s helpless body, Martha was likewise attended by her sister and her best friend cum lover.

Even as Naomi was tied down and sliced open, the Miley and Linda never left her side, hands remained in contact with Naomi’s skin. Mother and daughter orgasmed together bridging the expanse of several hundred miles that separated them. Naomi described, in gasping detail what was being done to her by the very lucky culinary student who happened to be on duty that day.

The memory of it continued to electrify Martha’s senses. Don’s morning erection, still present as if begging for entry into Martha’s backside, reminded her of the spit Naomi rode, and the one she’d soon ride in only a very few hours. Part of her wanted to invite it in, now, this instant. To impale herself on her husband’s erection. Her rectum had entertained Don’s erection three times last night when she wasn’t already filled with Ron’s or her father’s.

But instinct bred of years of routine would not be denied. The salty residue of dried sweat coated Martha’s skin uncomfortably, and she needed to get it off of her. She needed to start breakfast and make sure the house was presentable for guests, and make coffee, and make sure all was in order...

Expertly, Martha extricated herself from her husband’s massive arms, not waking him. Neither did Beverly did not stir as Martha slipped to the foot of the bed between her sister and husband. Martha stood and surveyed the scene. Beverly now slept between two men, Martha’s husband and her father. She looked at Dad. The old man looked small and frail in the nude save for one feature. That erection stood straight up, pointing proudly at the ceiling at fully nine inches. It had known Martha in every way a penis can know a woman.

Martha smiled, her body still tingling with the memory of Naomi hovering wraithlike in her brain. Silently as a thief, Martha stole out of the bedroom and padded down the hall to the girls’ bathroom. There, she could shower without waking anyone.

But as she went down the short hall, she heard the sound of breathing from the girls’ bedroom. The door was never open at this time. Never. Then Martha remembered Lana was in there… Martha having invited Lana to stay over, maybe she left it open. But when Martha looked in, she only saw one occupied bed…

After a moment of curiosity, Martha saw something that took her breath away. Dana and Tina both naked and sharing Tina’s bed, which was so cute, Martha thought only for an instant till she realized their glow of post coital bliss. Tina was spooned in Dana’s embrace… Dana’s hands… Martha’s senses received another jolt. Dana had a hand on Tina’s bare breast and the other between Tina’s legs. Martha could barely breath at the incestuous site, and she gasped audibly, with a little squeek.

Tina stirred. “I’m awake! I’m awake! Don’t worry, I’m getting up…”

Martha smiled and almost laughed out loud, her eyes getting wet at the beautiful, if surreal sight. She continued to gaze at the girls, her second litter, for long moments. The pair were the easiest of all her daughters to nurse because she’d been able to do both at once rather than having to trade off with her two litters of three. The threebies always had one wailing while she fed the other two… except Melanie, that is… she tended to be quieter. When Don could spare enough money, she would pay a high school girl to help her nurse. But Dana and Christina were here easy litter. She’d almost completely forgotten that since Linda, Mary and Naomi left for college in Nevada.

What will it be like here after I’m gone? Martha thought. Surveying the scene she had visions of Tina and Dana becoming lovers. Why do I automatically go there? I know myself! That’s why! And where are Ron and Jeanine?

Martha dove into the linen closet and retrieved one of her large bath towels and wrapped it around her nakedness suddenly very self conscious, then padded down the stairs. The kitchen was a mess, damn it! She went to the sink and pulled up the blinds on the window there, and looked out.

Even in the pre dawn gloom she could see the common yards had been converted into an enormous picnic area. The roasters and tables formed a semi circle jutting out from the back porch deck giving a nicely protected area for the family. It would also allow their neighbors to become spectators as she, herself, was prepared and roasted. The open sides of the roasters were designed specifically for that purpose, she imagined.

Beyond the roaster-table semi circle were more picnic tables than she could count, arranged in clumps of four or five. Between them was enough space for children to run, or others to play or picnic mats to be laid out.

Then there were the banners, strung tightly between the trunks of mulberry trees lining the snaking central path declaring appreciation for Mother, Jeanine and herself.

Martha sighed. The pre dawn light, which foretold the sun’s arrival, revealed frost on the lawn. It was unseasonably cold last night.

Martha turned to the kitchen table and gathered what dishes were on it. It was there she saw one of the three blank culling licenses had been filled out. It was for Lana Phillips! Martha moved to the door to the front room, opened it, and saw immediately where Jeanine and Ron had disappeared to. Between their naked bodies lay Lana, her blonde hair a contrast to her mother’s dark hair. Mother and daughter clung to each other, large breasts compressed, while Lana was spooned in Ron’s embrace.

I’m so sorry I missed that! Thought Martha. It was not nearly so surreal as seeing Tina and Dana together, but it was surreal, never the less. You got your wish, Jeanine, my love!

Once again, Naomi filled Martha’s thoughts. She was intensely aware of her body’s urges. Shower! I need a shower!

As Martha started up the stairs, she looked up and had a start. At the top landing stood Dana with Tina clinging to her, both still gloriously naked and as hairless as they had been when they were born.

“Good morning,” Dana finally blurted.

“Shh!” Martha shushed her blonde daughter. “Everyone’s still asleep… Good morning, babies,” Martha said, realizing she had not used that pet name on any of her daughters since Dana and Tina were nine. Martha ascended slowly fully aware of the sexual, sensual energy between the two girls. It still sent a tingling shock through her with her every step. How long have these two been involved? Was it new? Incest between sisters was not unheard of, but it was uncommon. She’d never have imagined these two becoming intimate. Melanie and any of the girls, yes! But Tina and Dana? It was not until Martha’s hands lighted on a cheek of each of her middle girls that she became aware she was trembling. She meant it as a gesture of approval which was a surprise even to herself. Tina let out a little gasp at the touch and Dana simply smiled as each leaned their heads into their mother’s palms.

“I need a shower,” Martha finally sighed, wishing she could let the moment linger longer. Martha slid by their nubile nakedness, down the short hall, and into the girls’ bathroom. It was perfectly clean! Even the toilet and enema master had been fully scrubbed. Martha was sure she’d seen grime around them both yesterday.

Martha doffed her towel and turned on one of the shower heads, suddenly realizing both girls had followed her, Dana leading Tina by the hand, and they energized two of the other three showerheads.

Martha regarded her girls. Both were breathing hard enough for their perfect, high breasts to be heaving and rippling ever so slightly as they exhaled. Dana’s pointy breasts did not jut out quite the way Martha’s own did, they were sort of a mid-step to Tina’s perfectly round breasts that were the size of oranges. The smoothness of their fair, untanned skin seemed to glow down their flat bellies to their perfect and perfectly smooth clefts.

Martha stepped under the water, and Dana followed, pulling Tina in by the hand behind her. The three began washing their own hair each one, barely glancing at each other. As Martha rinsed red tinted droplets of water between Dana’s legs.

“Dana! You’re bleeding!” Martha exclaimed, with still enough presence of mind to make it a loud whisper.

Dana’s hand went between her legs and the tips of her fingers came back with only a little red on them.

“Dana’s hymen is broken,” Tina’s voice came evenly in her normal tone as if nothing at all was different.

“Oh…” Martha said. “But… how?”

“Bart,” Dana said, voice shaking, eyes cast down.

“Oh! The football player? But…”

“It’s a long story, Mom,” Tina said. “They’re in love! Please don’t be angry…”

Since when is Tina defensive of Dana? What brought… My God! Martha thought as Tina’s hands lighted protectively on Dana’s shoulders. Tina’s in love with her sister!

“Dana invited him to come today,” Tina added.

Martha nodded after a moment. “Good,” Martha said, and forced a small smile. “What’s he like?”

Dana looked up, eyes dreamy.

“I like him, Mom,” Tina said. “I like him a lot, and I think you and Daddy will too!”

Martha nodded again.

“Did he make love to both of you?” Martha cold not believe those words came out of her own mouth! It was as if she’d suddenly become Tina! Or herself when she was Tina’s age.

Tina shook her head. “No,” she said. “I’m still a happy little virgin…”

Martha favored Tina with a smile, then smiled broadly for Dana’s pleading eyes, and kissed Dana’s forehead. She went for the conditioner on the shower’s shelf and applied it to her hair.

“Uhm,” Martha said as she worked the viscous fluid in down to her split ends. “Can I ask… how long?” The quizzical brows on the girls’ faces told Martha to be clearer. “How long, I need to know… how long have you been sexual with each other?”

Dana and Tina exchanged glances. “Just last night,” Tina offered, her voice still clear as a bell. Then she gave a nervous little smile. “Dana wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer…”

Dana was blushing down to her silky mound at that.

“Really,” Martha said, suddenly thankful for Tina’s tone, which gave her a sense of normalcy. “Am I to believe that Dana was the instigator here?”

“Nooo…” Tina protested sheepishly. “That would be submissive little me… I… I kissed her…”

“She couldn’t help it,” Dana said. “And then… well… I guess I needed her…”

“After Bart?” Martha asked.

“Yes…” Dana smiled, rinsing conditioner out of her own hair. “Tina is soo… submissive! I was amazed! She’s like you, I think…”

“How… what makes you think I’m submissive?” Martha asked, her own trembling voice ripping at her attempt at pretending she was not what Dana said.

“It’s how you are with Jeanine,” Tina said. “I’m not wrong… am I…?”

Martha did not answer. Her thoughts scrambled for a new topic…”

“Naomi got tagged yesterday,” Martha regretted saying it the moment the words came out. God, I can’t talk about this now! I’m naked and they’re naked with me!

“What?” the girls chorused.

Oh my God! Martha thought as she tried to fend off their prodding. In the end it was futile. She had to tell the story, to relive it! She started with the call from Miley Pillips and, as they sat on the shower floor with the water off, brought them all the way to the point at which Naomi was on the phone, an ear-piece in her ear, tied naked and spread eagle to the preparation table on the quad at Elko U.

With both Phillips girls, Don, Jeanine and Ron listening in, she told the girls, Martha and Naomi connected on a level that the Mother in her could not have imagined in her wildest dreams. Naomi had described, in graphic detail, step of her preparation. Martha gave the Cliff notes, but did not really skimp on the details that much. She told how Miley’s fingers danced over Naomi’s sex and how Linda and Mary, Martha’s other two eldest, kissed her lips and nipples even through the slicing of Naomi’s belly, and the removal of her organs. They attended Naomi even though the fancy custom spit made by an engineering student sliding through her, and both Mother and Daughter orgasmed simultaneously, Naomi to Miley’s attentions, Martha to Jeanine’s. Then after Naomi was silenced by the spit’s end in her mouth, Miley took over the narrative, Martha told the two girls, and described Naomi’s writhing over the coals till she expired.

As Martha relayed the story, she realized her fingers had slipped inside her sex and she was suddenly on the verge of orgasm. Even then, she realized both Tina and Dana were in exactly the same state, watching their mother masturbate as they each pleasured themselves as if their hands had lives of their own. The exotic humiliation jolted Martha. My girls are watching me masturbate!

“And then,” Martha said, unable to stop. “I came again!”

A moan from Tina and a gasp from Dana cleared Martha’s sensory haze enough to know both girls vigorous self abuse had them close to orgasm. Martha climaxed at the notion and it caused a chain reaction in Tina and Dana.

Long moments of dominating waves of orgasmic agony followed depriving Martha of all knowledge of the world around her. The quiet time that followed seemed to last forever and the three sat in existential bliss for that time till Martha began to get up and her girls followed her lead.

With her back to the girls, Martha soaped herself in her shame till she felt a pair of hands soaping her back lovingly. Tina’s shining hazel eyes met hers when she looked back. Dana’s hands lighted upon Martha’s bottom, and Martha allowed them their exploration. The touching was beyond intimate, but more sensual than sexual. Dutiful cleansing and curiosity from Tina and Dana made Martha smile. Their small hands made their way to every part of their mother’s nakedness. They found time to linger a bit at Martha’s nethers and at her pointed, jutting breasts, which both girls cupped and caressed with wide eyed fascination. How perfect this therapy is in the afterglow!

As Tina and Martha turned to give Dana’s body the same soapy, exploratory attention, Tina looked over at Martha and fixed her gaze. Tina’s hands, all the while, were fondling Dana’s flat tummy and the small of Dana’s back at once as she finally spoke.

“Mom…?” Tina asked.

“Yes, Tina?”

“Uhm… do women always get… you know…”

“Excited?” Martha suggested.

“Well…”

“Sexually excited?”

“Yes…”

“When we think of getting spitted?”

“Yes…”

Martha, on Dana’s opposite side, a hand on Dana’s pointed breast nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Terribly so. Why do you ask?”

Tina looked away then. She knelt down as she serviced Dana’s lower body and Martha followed her daughter down.

“It’s just… you and Jeanine… I know you love Daddy…. I know she loves Officer Ron… but it’s you and her! It’s like it was meant to be! Dana has Bart now… and… well maybe I should go with you… to be out of the way… and there are a lot of people coming…”

“Noooo! Dana protested, pulling Tina up by her shoulders and hugging her.

“But Dana! You have Bart and he won’t want me too! I can’t be in your way! Remember last night I told you I’d love you forever? I do! I will! You can eat me and Bart can eat me and I’ll always be a part of you! And…”

“But we want to be spitted together!” Like Mom and Jeanine!” Dana held her out to look into her eyes. “Mom! If… I’ll go too if she goes!”

Martha had watched the exchanged with horrified incredulity and sexually charged jolts of shock. She could not believe what she was hearing, and she could not believe it was sending her body into sexual overdrive!

“But then Debbie wins!” Tina said, almost immediately.

That got Martha’s attention, allowing her to snap out of the stupor Tina had caused.

“What?” Martha exclaimed. The girls froze. Martha looked from Tina, to Dana, and back to Tina. “What happened? Tell me!”

Motherly prodding was something Martha had always done well. When she wanted an answer, and she knew the question, she always succeeded. This time was no different, and soon the whole story came out. What Martha heard made her emotions run the gamut, from horror, to terror, to sadness, to pride to joy and elation as it concluded.