Olivia Ch. 09

Mom met me at the airport and this was just the first of several surprises I received during my short visit to the old homestead. I knew that mom neither drove nor did she even have a car so, she must have taken a cab to the airport and cab fare was never cheap. I obliquely raised the subject during the ride back to the city.

"Hey mom, you're living the life of luxury, aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, for one thing, this taxi ride isn't cheap."

"Oh, that. Well I suppose this is as good a time as ever to let you in on your granny's secret. Obviously, you know that you have made a habit of sending us money every month once you got that job. Well, your grandmother absolutely refused to spend any of it. Nothing would do but what we had to put it in the bank. So, when she died, all of that money was just laying there and I decided to use some of it!"

"But, what did the two of you live on?"

"Our earnings naturally. We were doing really well when you left for the West Coast and that continued for quite a while. We really didn't hit a hard patch until the recession hit. But, even then, we were lucky. An awful lot of the men got laid off and, when the rehiring began, the companies all found out that women would work for a lot less than what they had been paying men so naturally, they were hired to fill the vacancies. In a little over a year, our apartment building was almost empty."

"Why didn't you move?"

"Look, honey. We were living in a rent-controlled apartment and you couldn't find anything comparable for two or three times as much as were paying. Besides, your granny absolutely refused to move. She had some crazy idea that we owed something to old man Chenowith -- you remember him?" I nodded. "He died and his son is running the store now. Anyway, she was adamant that she was not leaving The Athena Arms come hell or high water. So we stayed. And, it was lucky that we did. Since the men were going through an exceptionally hard time, there wasn't much opportunity for a lot of them to get girls of their own so they naturally turned to us professionals. Our business really picked up and we were making more money than we had ever done before."

"I sense that something happened that ruined your perfect setup? What was it?"

"Oh, it was too easy for the gals to get high-paying jobs so they stopped whoring and went to work for all the different companies. And, they moved out just as I suggested. For quite some time, the old Athena Arms was damn near empty, but then it started filing up again. Only this time it was the foreigners that moved in. For some reason -- unbeknownst to me -- our building seemed to attract people from the Middle East. An awful lot of Egyptians moved in. After we go to know a lot of them, they weren't all that bad and you'd be surprised at how many of them had been whores back in Egypt. So, it was a lot like the old times. They thought our rates for an evening's fun were really exorbitant, but they accepted the business without any real objections. And, I guess it is time to tell you about another thing that developed with the Egyptians. It seemed that a whole bunch of these women had belonged to a club or something in Egypt. I could never get the hang of their language, but they translated the name of this club for me. They said it was the, 'Club of the Pleasure Grotto'. I had to look up the word, 'grotto' and even then I didn't catch onto what they were talking about. Then, one day, granny came home and she was laughing up a storm. When I asked her what was so funny, she asked me if I was aware that I had a pleasure grotto and when I shook my head, she laughed even harder. Then she let me have it. She said, 'Baby, your pleasure grotto is between your legs! And, you have been using it all of your life!' Then I got the idea just as I expect that you have understood what this meant. This club is for women only and, mostly, for the whores although some, 'regular' women have become members."

By this time, we both were laughing.

"And, naturally, you and granny became members?"

"Not only did we become members, but we were -- are - the head honchos!"

"How on earth did that happen?"

"You will find out this very night. The club is holding a sort of wake for your grandmother tonight and you are not only invited, but you are definitely expected to attend. I will tell you this, you may find a lot of what they do a little weird, but don't be too leery of attending their meeting. They don't mean you any harm."

I wanted to ask her for more information about this club, but the look she gave me shushed me up. When we arrived at the apartment, I was in for another surprise. The place was nearly bare. A lot of the furniture had been removed. Mom saw my look of astonishment and supplied the answer.

"Your grandmother told me years ago that there weren't many of her things that she thought we should keep when and if something, 'happened' to her. She made me promise that I would sell what I could and what I couldn't sell I was to give to the Salvation Army. To be honest with you, since granny died, I have come to the conclusion that the thing for us to do is to move in together. If your current place isn't big enough, I've got enough to help pay for a bigger place."

I didn't hesitate an instant before replying:

"Mom, I agree whole --heartedly. As for getting a bigger place, my apartment has two bedrooms and that should be plenty of room for a couple of gals like us. Frankly, I was expecting some argument from you and I am really relieved that you have come to the same idea as I. I have a week off so we can pack up all that you want to take with you and we can ship it all ahead."

The only other way I could tell my mother that I was pleased that she was moving in with me was to walk across the room and take her into my arms.

"Now mom, what should I wear for tonight? I haven't brought much in the way of evening clothes since I didn't expect this to be a fun and games kind of visit."

I didn't go any further for mom was nearly beside herself with laughter.

"Honey the only thing you will need for tonight is your birthday suit!"

"You mean....?"

"Certainly, every person who attends this soiree will be in the nude!"

I didn't dare to ask her how we were going to get to this place without some form of covering so I just decided that I would wait and see. When the time came, mom handed me half of a robe and cowl. The half that she gave to me was the top half and it only covered me down to about the nipple level. I looked at her with an inquisitive look on my face and, by way of an answer, she handed me a rather ancient raincoat. Evidently, wearing the cowl and the raincoat was evidence of being fully dressed. I thought, later, that, since it was already dark, we could have just as easily stepped from the foyer of the Athena Arms and directly into the waiting car. That, too, was a surprise, but mom apparently knew that transportation would be provided. Once in the car, both of us removed the outer coat and sat there half naked. We rode for quite some time and then the car swung into a driveway that led us into and under a portico. Mom volunteered,

"This was once a funeral home and, when the business failed, the club bought the place. I will remind you once more to expect some really weird happenings tonight, but it is all a matter of custom with these people." I started to gather up my raincoat, but mom said, "Let it be. The driver will look after it." Then she asked me, "How long has it been since you last had any sex?"

For an instant, I was floored by her question and then I answered her, "Perhaps a week or, maybe, a little longer. Why?"

"That's good. You and I are to be the stars of this performance so we both will need all of the strength that we can muster. Did you ever hear of the sex battle between Messalina and Scylla in ancient Rome?" I shook my head in the negative so she continued. "These two women fought a duel to see who could fuck the most men in any given night. Messalina won. In a manner of speaking, tonight, we are Messalina and Scylla! Well here we are."

I was greeted by another surprising event. After entering the building, we had moved into what had been a, 'viewing room' when this place was a funeral parlor. There, for all to see lay my grandmother! She was on her back and she, like us, was stark naked!

"Remember, I told you some things were going to be weird. This is the way these people send off their people for burial. Now, we have to do our part."

She gave me no more directions than this bare statement so I just followed her up to where Granny was laying. A woman -- who was also dressed in this abbreviated cowl and robe fashion - stepped up to us and with no further conversation, handed each of us what I could only take to be a stick of wood. Mom stepped up alongside granny's body and, as two other women lifted her legs, mom inserted her piece of wood into granny's cunt! I was completely flabbergasted - especially so when mom stepped aside and gestured for me to repeat her actions. I couldn't help but hesitate. This was so far outside my world that I had difficulty in moving. Finally, after looking into mom's face and seeing the imperative there, I stepped forward and duplicated her actions. As we moved away from the bier, mom whispered to me,

"I'll explain later!"

Four more women had suddenly appeared and I was led off in one direction while mom was led off in another. I was led into one of the side rooms and promptly pushed own upon some type of cart. Two very tight straps were place across my chest -- one above my tits and one below them. Both of my companions ooh-ed and aah-ed at the form of my tits. Evidently they had never seen such prominent tits with layers of tit material. They didn't hesitate for long and their next move was to pull my knees back against my chest and fasten them there with straps that ran around each thigh and through rings along the sides of the cart. In a very short order, I was trussed up so as to present all of my various genitalia to the view of whoever might care to look at me! I suddenly recalled Mary's trilogy, "Anticipation and then Imagination! I knew that this position was only good for one thing. I was to be fucked! I thought to myself,

"So this is what mom meant when she said that things might get weird!"

But my caregivers were not through with me. One of them stepped up between my widely spread legs and without any hesitation she first showed me another of those crazy sticks and then she thrust it completely into my cunt! That did startle me, but, she wasn't through with me. She held up a device so that I could see it and I immediately recognized a speculum. I felt a rather brusque thrusting at my rear portal and I knew that the speculum was being pushed into my ass! Several twists of the screw portion of the speculum and my ass was extremely wide open! Before I could say anything, I was once more on the move. I was rolled out into a corridor and then along it until I was thrust through two very wide doors. This was, obviously, the theater.

I did a quick head count and I found that there were thirty females standing around the three walls of this room. One of my caregivers stepped up alongside of me and handed me one of those stick-like things. The other care givers proceeded to roll me over to the nearest woman. My head was nearest to the woman and I was rolled in between her legs so that I was looking straight up at her cunt.

"Kiss it!"

The care giver had whispered in my ear and another one of them had lifted my head so that my face was pressed against her cunt. I was unable to move my face so I kissed her cunt lips.

"Push Haoma stick into her!"

There was nothing that I could do so I obeyed the command. As soon as the stick was completely inside of her cunt, I was rolled to the next female and the procedure was repeated. I soon lost count of how many cunts I kissed and how many I had pushed those sticks into for I was becoming aware of an unusual happening in my own belly. A fire had begun and I was blazing with the yen for cock! My desire clock had begun to toll! It was all I could do to restrain myself from screaming out, "Fuck Me!" It was at this point that I became aware of another, very different sound. I heard a liquid dripping into a metal pan! I looked back over my shoulder and I saw that the first woman I had treated with one of those sticks was juicing to such an extent that she was actually leaking into a pan! As I looked at several others that I had treated with a stick I saw that they too were leaking cunt juices and these juices were being caught in similar pans. I couldn't help but wonder what the intended use of all this cunt juice was. Then I learned something of what was in store for me. That damn speculum was formed so that it created a small trough from my cunt to my ass and I, like the other women, was juicing! Only, in my case, my juice emission was being channeled directly into my ass! In no time at all, that fire of yearning was being duplicated in my guts! Mary had omitted one step in her sexual litany. She left out, 'urgency'! And my urgent need for fucking was growing by leaps and bounds.

Somehow, I must have finished my round of cunt-kissing and stick-loading for I was once more rolled up to the very edge of a circular stage. The handlers parked my cart for a few minutes while we waited upon the next occurrence. As they waited, one of the handlers leaned forward and began twisting the screw portion of the speculum that was holding my puckered hole open. I thought she was going to split me from ass to belly button, but, eventually, she stopped enlarging my opening. I could not see myself, but I knew that I must present a huge opening where my ass hole should have been.

There was a huge curtain that closed off the rear section of the stage. My controllers had parked me so that my feet were pointing towards this area of the stage so, with a slight lifting of my head I could see what was upon that part of the stage. When the curtain was opened, I couldn't help but cry out! MAMA!

A cross beam was suspended from somewhere near the ceiling and my mother's arms were tied to that beam in a crucifixion manner. The same type of straps that encompassed my chest held her chest -- one above her tits and one below. Two strong ropes led from the ends of the cross beam down to mom's thighs and there they held her in a semi-squatting position. The net effect of this rig was to cause mom's head, shoulders and chest to be thrust forward while her ass was pushed out in an inviting posture. I could only stare in complete disbelief at this terrible presentation. Then, from nowhere, a voice boomed out,

"Daughter, drink from your mother's well!"

My eyes dropped to mom's cunt region and I knew at once that she was juicing in the same fashion as all of the rest of us women. I didn't have very long to consider my options for I was abruptly rolled in under my mothers' cunt, a pillow of sorts was placed under my head so that once more my face was flush against a female cunt and, with my lips open, I was drinking my mother's cunt juices! I was aflame in three of my bodily openings and each one of them was commanding me to satisfy their demands upon my body. I was about to erupt when I felt another intrusion. From somewhere a male had appeared and he drove his cock brutally into my juicy cunt. I nearly choked for his action caused me to gasp and mom's cunt juice was still flooding my mouth!

This male leaned forward and whispered to me, "Use your hands to open her rear portal for entry!"Instinctively I obeyed this command.

This male must have been overly excited for it was a very short while before he began ejaculating into my cunt. He completed his flooding of my cunt and withdrew! I nearly cried out in desperation for I was far from satisfied. I needed more fucking -- much more. Then, as I considered what I might do to encourage him to re-enter me, a second male fulfilled that role and once more, I was being fucked! This was not all! The male who had been my first consort, moved around behind mom and with an equally brusque thrust buried his cock in mom's ass! I heard her gasp as that brutish head of his cock was buried deeply inside of her inner-most recesses. When he made to move backwards, I watched the veined underside of his cock slowly being pulled from my mother's body. Then, I watched intently as it was once more pushed back into her ass! Watching this performance drove my sexual urges past all belief. Through mom's cunt juice and the male cocks, the four of us were joined.

I came and the process was repeated, again and again. Then, suddenly, it stopped! I was hoping with all my being that it was not over for the night and it wasn't. Mom and I were allowed to get onto our feet and relax the tensions in our legs. Then, after this brief rest period, we were once more tied into our fucking positions. There was just an instant before the fucking of our bodies resumed and, during that interval, I realized that I was fast becoming a fucking-addict. I wanted sex so badly that I would have killed for it. Only the resumption of being fucked caused my urgent need for sex to subside and maintain something resembling manageable proportions.

This fucking operation was repeated time after time until I could no longer count the number of cocks I had enjoyed nor the times that I had come. Still, deep in my being, I hoped that this fucking would never stop, but it did! I was untied for what became the last time and I was laid out upon the floor of the stage. I heard a low groan and, when I looked across to my right, I saw my mother lying alongside of me. She turned her head so as to face me and reached across to me and took my hand. We lay in this condition for several minutes and then four of the women appeared, helped us up, held our coats for us and aided us in getting into a car. I don't know about mom, but I slept during most of the ride home.

Once inside our apartment, mom looked at me intently.

"Honey I don't know which one of us was Messalina and which one of us was Scylla, but I think we put on a great show for those people tonight. It was quite a spectacular way to leave the group. Don't you think so?"

I nodded. Somehow, I knew that I shouldn't tell mom that I was just a tad disappointed when the fucking stopped. I felt that I wanted to undergo a steady stream of cocks for the whole night. A question came into my mind. There was no doubt but what I was now a sex addict so, why did that prospect frighten Kayla so much? It didn't frighten me in the least! I made myself a promise to ask her when we met. I slid into bed and that was the last I knew until I caught a whiff of fresh coffee. I rolled over and glanced at the clock and then I bolted upright in the bed!

"My GOD! It is after three o`clock!"

I slipped out of bed and stepped into the kitchen. Sure enough, mom had made coffee and there was enough for me. I poured a cup and moved into the living room. Mom was sitting on the floor -- the couch had been given to the Salvation Army -- busily working a huge dildo in and out of her cunt. I went over to the wall across from where she sat and slowly slid down onto the floor. My own hand quickly began rubbing my cunt, too. I drank a goodly portion of my cup of coffee and then I broached the subject that I had been thinking about for sometime.

"Mom, are you going to explain to me what happened last night? Why was granny's body lying out like that and why did we push those sticks up into her? And, for heaven's sake, what was that stuff?"

"Easy, honey. First off, we put those pieces of Haoma into your grandmother's cunt as a mark of respect. The way I understand these people, this was a gesture to make absolutely certain that their relative or loved one was really, truly dead. They told us that this procedure harks back to the days when people were mummified. Apparently, this procedure was adopted in order to prevent any premature burials. To me, it has always seemed a little gruesome, but it is their practice so your grandmother and I went along with the game. Besides, it would have been an insult to your grandmother not to have done this. Putting your grandmother's body out like that was, as I understand it, another ages old procedure. That, too, would have been an insult to your grandmother if we hadn't allowed that to take place."