The next morning found the three of us tangled in each other's arms and legs. We were still naked, and our skin retained the smell of last night's sexual exertions. I was definitely sore from the muscular contortions that were orgasmically inflicted on me. But I knew it would only be temporary, and would disappear after a hot bath.
Lonnie quickly excused himself from our company, explaining that he had to play in a baseball game. But he did say that he would be back for more fun and games as soon as the Sunday competition was over. Mai and I reluctantly waved goodbye to the only male flesh that we had available. We told him that he had better single-handedly end the game as quickly as possible or forego a much more sensual activity. He yelled back that not even an extra inning, scoreless tie could keep him away from our sex-thrilling bodies.
I was secretly kind of glad that Lonnie had left. It would give me a few private moments to discuss with Mai a subject I didn't want to bring up in front of him. But before any conversation could take place, I had to make and serve breakfast to my mother.
As soon as I entered her room with the food tray, she started in on me. I was totally taken aback by the confrontation. Never, in the last few years of my mother's invalidism, had I heard her utter more than a couple of words. Her anger was ugly, and there was no one else with me to help diffuse it.
"Where is your father?" she spit out at me.
"He had to go away on business. Didn't he tell you?" I asked, beginning to feel very defensive.
"Yes, now I remember. Your brother brought my dinner, last night. But that is no excuse to be late with my breakfast!" she snarled.
"I'm sorry, Mother," I apologized. It was true that I had not noticed the time. "It won't happen again."
"You can bet your little ass, it won't happen again! If I had the strength in me, I would knock you silly! Come closer. I want to see what my insolent offspring has turned into," she demanded.
I obediently walked over to the side of her bed. Instead of getting dressed before delivering my mother's breakfast, I had thrown on an old threadbare robe to cover my nakedness. She was so intently staring at me, I was beginning to feel very nervous.
"I must admit, you have turned into quite a fine-looking woman," she said almost to herself. "Take off your clothes, I want to see what you really look like."
The demand she made on me was the most unsettling request I could remember. She was obviously crazy. I was just about to turn and leave her room when she repeated her bizarre order. She might have been mad, but I was still her daughter. With tears beginning to run down my cheeks, I unbuttoned the robe and let it fall to my feet.
"Um, very nice. You look exactly like I did when I was your age. I bet all the horny boys are sniffing up to you now, not to mention your slime of a brother. Has he ever put his filthy hands on you, Lana?" she yelled, continuing to stare at my body.
"No, Mother," I lied. There was no way that I, was going to tell her the truth. She might have gathered the strength, somewhere, and tried to kill me.
"What about your horrid excuse of a father? Did he ever try to touch you? I know that man, and he is capable of doing the most perverted things. Always trying to put his slimy cock into my virgin body. Well, never again! Never, ever again!" she said, looking like her tirade was beginning to take its toll on her diminished condition.
I didn't bother to answer the one question that I could have given an honest, and for her purposes, satisfactory answer.
It soon appeared that she had lapsed into her own thoughts. It was a good time, I thought, to steal out of the mad woman's room. I had just picked up my robe, and turned from the bed to put it on when my mother spoke again.
"Get over here, Lana. We are not finished with our mother-daughter conversation, yet. And don't put that robe back on until I tell you to!" she tried to scream. Her voice was already showing the effects of her ranting and she was gradually turning hoarse.
Again, I dropped my robe to the floor, and stood directly in front of my reclining mother. Without a warning, she ran her hands down the length of my body. My entire being shook at her touch. Her explorations went on for a good, silent five minutes, with her occasionally motioning me to turn around to give her access to my back.
"Oh, Lana," she said, her voice, for the first time, soft and full of emotion. "I'm truly sorry about the way things worked out. I didn't want it this way. It was your son-of-a-bitchin' father's fault. He knew I wanted to live my life as a virgin. He forced me, you know. He turned my body from a holy temple into a common receptacle for his dirty sperm. I swore that he would never touch me again, and he has not!"
I could not believe the things she was saying. It was the first time I was told the reason why she kept to her room. Oh, there was no doubt that my mother had a health problem, but it was not a physical one but a mental one. My respect for my father was growing in leaps and bounds, as I realized what he was forced to put up with all these years.
"Put one leg up on the bed. I want to see if you are still a virgin. If I can't be one, I'll make damn sure that you will remain one. For your sake, I better find your hymen intact," she threatened as she lubricated a finger by putting it into her mouth and coating it with saliva.
I was horrified by her crazy-person demand. Also, my mind flashed on the fact that I was still covered with the dried secretions from the previous night's pleasure. Thankfully, the room was filled with her own musky body smell, making it difficult for her to detect my own passion odor. For some reason I didn't understand, I felt I had to obey.
It was evident that she was going to stick her finger into my vagina, and see if I still possessed the vaginal barrier. I propped one leg on her bed and leaned toward my bent knee. This made me quite accessible to her probing finger. With one hand, she separated my sticky outer folds while the other sought my presently dry cunt hole. Fortunately, her examination lasted only a moment. Her slick finger slid through the tight passage, easily finding the target of her search. Mother emitted a sigh of relief while she wiped her finger on the corner of a sheet.
"I'm glad to see that you are still a virgin, Lana," she said. "If you weren't, I might have had to take serious steps in order that you would not know the pain and anguish that I have had to live with. And, from now on, you will wash that filthy part of your body before you come in here. Every night before you go to bed, you will report to me and submit to a daily examination. The reason that I want you to wash it is you feel and smell like sex. You didn't think I could tell, huh? Well, I can tell a lot of things. I know that things happen while we are sleeping that we have no control over. Even I wake up some mornings like the devil has had his way with me. Those things we cannot help. But if I catch you again like this when you come to me at night, you are going to have to pay some terrible consequences. Do you hear me, girl?"
"Yes, Mother," I meekly answered.
By this time, I was sobbing uncontrollably. All I wanted to do was leave this mad woman who called herself my mother. Finally, when she said I could leave, I threw on my robe, and ran out of her room as fast as my wobbly legs allowed. Running down the stairs with tears blurring my vision, I accidentally bumped into Mai as she was coming out of the den.
"Oh, Mai!" I cried as I forced my way into the arms of the blonde-haired woman.
She didn't say anything, and just rocked me gently in her calming embrace. Mai had now become my true mother, I thought. She had the quality I needed that my mother could not provide. She was able to understand my feelings on the most personal level. Someone once said that "The hardest thing in life is growing up." And without a functioning mother, it was twice as difficult. I, somehow, believed that Mai could fill this empty void.
When I first woke up that morning, I had only one problem to discuss with Mai. Now I had two, and the second was much more serious than the first. Never did I think that I would be burdened by such a hideous situation. Somewhere inside myself, I had to find the courage to share it with Mai. Maybe, just maybe, she could find an answer to lift this terrible fate from my shoulders.
Without my knowing it, Mai guided me to the bathroom. The tub had already been filled with steaming-hot water. She stripped off my robe, followed suit with her own, then helped me into the soothing water. Mai sat at one end while I tried to relax at the other. Her legs were bent and lying between my own.
"What happened, Lana?" Mai asked, true compassion showing on her face. "It would probably do you a world of good to share it with me."
"Oh, Mai, it was horrible. I never knew how sick my mother really is until this morning," I answered.
"Tell me, Lana, should we call a doctor?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
"It's not her body that needs a doctor's attention, it's her head. She is completely crazy, and did the most terrible things to me," I told her, before recounting the painful experience of that awful hour.
Mai listened. I could see that she was having trouble keeping the look of horror and disgust from her face. She did not say a word during the entire narration, waiting instead until I was finished before replying.
"Oh, Lana, I feel so bad for you," she finally said, sliding across the tub and taking me, again, into her comfortable arms. "First your father had to deal with the woman, and now it's your turn to pay the price for her insanity. I will not allow her to ruin the lives of the two people I love most in this world. The price is just too damn high!"
"What can we do, Mai?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't imagining a note of promise in her voice.
"Well, we don't have too many alternatives. Your father refuses to put her away. He must be feeling quite a bit of guilt about the cause of her condition. It probably has to do with the fact that her body was ruined by the pregnancy she went through when you twins were born. It's fairly common. But, even with professional help, I don't know if she can be totally cured. Your father, by not taking any action, must expect to continue to live the way he has been, accepting the fact that he is always going to have to take care of her. Selfishly speaking, that would mean I would never be able to have your father all to myself. As I told you before, I would find that kind of role difficult to accept," she explained.
"Does that mean you're going to leave our lives before we really get to know you?" I asked, my spirits, again, plummeting.
"We do have one solution, Lana," Mai said, "but it won't be pleasant. We would have to get your brother in on it, and he would have to agree that it's the only way. If he doesn't, we are going to have to forget the whole thing, and play the bad cards we've been dealt."
"Oh, Mai, Lonnie is a logical person. I'm sure that when he hears the entire story, he'll agree to go along with any plan that is necessary. Now tell me, what do you have in mind?" I asked, hoping that there was going to be a rainbow after this awful storm.
I listened while Mai laid out the details of the only plan she thought might work. It was shocking to realize how far we would be forced to go. The execution of the plan seemed to be the easiest part. It was the preparation and the after effects that were going to be difficult. Both Mai and I discussed some refinements, and decided that our solution would have to be played out that coming night, before Father returned from his trip. We also agreed that he must never find out nor suspect what really happened. Our final story was to get Lonnie to accept being an active participant.
The water was very relaxing, and Mai was lightly massaging my crotch with her foot. It reminded me of what I had wanted to talk to her about before the terrible confrontation with Mother.
"Mai, can I change the subject for a moment?" I asked.
"Please, Lana, feel free to do anything you want. I want you to be more than just a friend. Anyway, I think we know what has to be done tonight," she said, giving me a sincere and reassuring smile.
"The truth of the matter is, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," I proclaimed, finding that I was very much at ease talking about such intimate subjects with this older woman.
"I see no problem there," she replied. "Now would probably be a good time for you to lose that cherry of yours. The one important item that must be taken care of before that momentous day is to get you started on some form of birth control. You don't want to get pregnant, right?"
"No way," I answered.
"Good. Sometime in the near future I'll take a drive out here after the show, and take you to my gynecologist. He'll probably prescribe some birth control pills, and let you know when it's safe to proceed," Mai stated.
"Oh, Mai, that's terrific. How am I ever going to repay all of this kindness?" I asked, tears of happiness forming in my eyes.
Mai gave me a sexy wink, and forced her big toe through the plump folds of my cunt.
"Oh, I'll find a way," she giggled.
"If things work out, I'll be the happiest girl in the world. And it will be all because of you," I said breathlessly. Her toes were already awakening the most sensitive places of my body.
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. Don't forget, I have my own selfish motives," she stated. "By the way, who do you have in mind to do your deflowering? Lonnie?"
"That's another problem," I answered. "I do want Lonnie to fuck me. But I have someone else in mind to be the first. I hope you won't be angry when I tell you."
"Lana, there is no way you are going to make me angry. I am interested, but if you don't want to tell me, I'll understand," she said.
"I want Daddy to do it," I blushingly replied.
Mai threw her head back, then clapped her hands with glee. I was startled by her reaction. I patiently waited for her to stop laughing before asking her what was so funny.
"Your father is absolutely the best choice. He is gentle and caring. As a matter of fact, he is the best choice of all the men I know. But for you, unfortunately, he will probably be the most difficult to get. Unlike you, Lonnie, and myself, your father didn't have to turn to the family to get his sexual education. As for me, it wouldn't bother me at all. I know that I would be unbelievably turned on just watching it happen from a distance. But, like I said, it is probably going to be a more difficult rabbit to pull out of a hat than what we have planned for your mother this evening," she said.
"There has got to be a way," I replied sadly.
"Well, before anything like that is going to happen, we have to get you started on the pill. Maybe, during that time, we'll have come up with a solution. The most important thing right now, though, is to deal with your mother first, okay?" Mai explained.
"Oh, yes, Mai, I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out. We just have to!" I said with as much conviction as I could muster.
"In the meantime, why don't you bring that virginal body of yours over here, and let an older, experienced woman wash the troubles and tensions away," she suggested in a very husky voice.
I obeyed immediately. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to have those hands bring me an escape from the agonizing thoughts that flooded my mind. But before escaping, I needed to thank her. And the only way that I could think of doing it was to bring to her some of the pleasure she had brought to me.
I pulled Mai to her feet, brought her head level to mine, and forced my lips on hers. I needed to show her with my tongue how much I appreciated the lengths she was willing to go to ensure my happiness. She seemed to understand this desire because she allowed me to do what I wanted.
My tongue explored the inside of her mouth, while my lips sucked greedily. When I found her tongue, I quickly entwined it with my own.
During those first few moments, my hand reached for a bar of soap. As slowly and as sensuously as I could, I coated her back with the fragrant suds. I could feel her body come alive. She rearranged her hips, allowing my thigh to press heavily against her hairless pussy mound.
Breaking the kiss, I stepped away from her, and commenced soaping her majestic breasts. They were already anticipating my touch. Her nipples were hard and erect. I used the slippery suds like a lubricant, sliding my palms repeatedly back and forth, frictioning away at those sensitive points. I could tell by the extra weight, she was putting on my shoulders to support herself that she was enjoying my efforts.
After giving her tits more than enough attention, I turned her around, and lowered myself to my knees. Mai, because she no longer had my shoulders to lean on, remained standing but had bent herself at the waist, using the side of the tub for support. With her legs slightly spread for balance, her entire crotch filled my view. Her new position and her mounting arousal had opened the outer door to her sex. The large labial lips were hanging straight down, and the hot pink flesh that resided within was revealed to my hungry eyes.
Using the soap again, I heavily lathered the hard, muscled flesh of her buttocks, working slowly toward her asshole. Only when her ass crack was thoroughly smeared with suds did I attempt my digital invasion. Although she was sexually stimulated, she had presence of mind to relax the tiny eye to such a degree that one of my fingers disappeared in a flash. It was almost as if her anus had sucked it right in. I pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second finger.
The most unbelievable and stimulating sight, though, was when I increased the number to three and then four. Indeed, it was a tight fit, but with the soap acting as a lubricant, they easily slid back and forth. Mai was groaning from the pleasure and the exertion. Just keeping the little hole open must have demanded a certain physical challenge. But somehow, she managed and seemed capable of enjoying the exotic finger-fuck.
Keeping my fingers driving into her asshole, I crawled between her legs, until her hairless pussy was staring me in the face. I loved the little-girl appearance, but I didn't forget that it belonged to a mature woman who knew the pleasure it could give and receive. With my free hand, I soaped the entire pubic area, but unlike before, I did not let the suds remain on her cunt. I wanted to rinse it thoroughly before attacking it with my mouth.
I started on the fat cunt lips, giving them quick, sucking kisses. My mouth did not miss a single square inch, while Mai's moans applauded my work. Using my free hand, I spread those puffy labia as far apart as possible before running my tongue through the hot flesh of her slit. For a good long while, I concentrated on giving her steamy vagina the best tongue-fuck she had ever received. If it was not for my fingers pumping away in her asshole and keeping her anchored in position, it would have been almost impossible for my tongue to remain on target. As it was, she was thrusting her hips at my mouth with frenzied excitement.
When I finally reached her clitoris, it was engorged to twice its size by the blood that had rushed to the area. It was an amazing sight, and if it was not for the fact that I had a definite purpose in mind, I would have continued to just look at its throbbing presence.
At first, I used my tongue as a tease, flicking all around her little bud but never touching it. Mai tried to move her hips in such a way as to institute the much-needed contact. Instead, by using my fingers imbedding them deeper into her asshole, I was able to keep my tongue out of harm's way. I continued this sexual torture for a few minutes, until Mai was practically begging for release.
When my tongue reached the long-awaited contact, Mai let out an ear-piercing scream. I wondered how my mother could not help but hear it. Since there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, I resumed giving my surrogate mother the pleasure her body was crying out for.
After that first initial touch, I flicked and stabbed repeatedly at the swollen pleasure nub. Simultaneously, my fingers, still lodged in her asshole, began to pick up the pace set by my tongue. Finally, I pushed the broad surface of my mouth flush onto her clit, and began furiously grinding away.
It took only a few seconds before I began to feel the spasms start deep within her body. They traveled outward with lightning speed. Her body was twitching around like it had just been electrically shocked. Her asshole tightened down hard on my fingers, stopping the finger-fuck completely. Again, a piercing scream echoed in the close confines of the bathroom.
As soon as her body appeared to relax, I removed my fingers from her still-spasming little hole, sat down in the tub, and brought the passion-spent woman into my arms.
Her recovery was slow, giving me pause to worry. So it was with a feeling of relief, when she swiveled her head, and caught my waiting lips with hers. It was then that she proceeded to see that I was physically repaid for the sexual gift I had just given her.