1 comments/ 119130 views/ 16 favorites Naked Sara's Ch. 02: The Family By: MLG52 Sanchez and most of his men each took one more turn with Ma the morning they left. She slept the rest of the day. A couple of hours before dusk, she woke up naked on her back on the front porch. Her legs were still spread wide, knees slightly raised. Ma rolled over, facing the yard, then up on her bottom elbow. Huge tits slid toward the ground; her top leg was up, calf perpendicular to the ground, with her lower leg lying flat, opening her crotch wide and clearly visible. There were dried streaks of cum in patches all over her body; her blonde pubic hair was matted. She saw us staring, but did not move or try to hide anything. By that time, Pa and us boys all had our britches on; no shirts and barefoot. "Water" was all she said at first. Dad brought her a full bucket. She took a long drink, then poured some over her head and spread the rest on her tits and crotch. Ma lay back down for a few minutes, then rolled over on her hands and knees and slowly stood up. It took a moment for her to walk to the edge of the porch and step off. She stumbled down to the pond, waded in and sat down. Ma faced away from the cabin; the water was up to her shoulder blades. We watched to make sure she was alright. She dunked her head, then sat back up and remained in the same position for almost an hour. It was still light out when she stood and stumbled back up to the front porch. Ma crumbled to the floor, and leaned with her back against the cabin wall by the front door. We watched as she massaged her tits, stretching them gently and pulling the nipples straight out. She slowly twirled them between her fingers, watching us staring at her the whole time. Then she reached down and began rubbing the inside of her thighs, then her pussy lips. Finally, she just leaned back with her head against the wall. "I'm really, really sore. But we're all alive. I'm glad nobody did anything to provoke them; Sanchez was just waiting for an excuse to kill us," she said. "I've been sitting in the water, thinking about everything that's happened, how our lives have all changed. Some things just don't seem as important as they were before." She looked at each of us, then at Pa. "It won't take more than a couple of weeks before everyone in Cochise County knows what those men did. I don't see why we need to be embarrassed or ashamed; we had no choice but to do what we were told or die." "There's no reason for modesty anymore, either. You boys have seen everything, and... even tasted... my most private areas. So I've decided there's no sense in me bothering to getting dressed again. The few times it gets cold around here I'll just throw a shawl over my shoulders. The only other things I really need will be sandals and a hat when I'm outside for very long." Ma paused to look at the ground at her feet, and then back at us. She was looking straight at Pa, and her voice trembled as she spoke. Then we all followed her back into the cabin. For the next three days Ma kind of just went through the motions of living. There was no emotion in her voice the few times she said anything. It was simply, "Get washed up to eat," or "Where did you leave the broom?" She went about her business as usual, except for being naked. My brothers and I tried not to be rude by staring, but seeing her that way every day was not easy getting used to. I saw them do the same as me; watching Ma when she wasn't looking at us. When she was walking away from us, her large hips and ass swayed as she moved; the creases at the top of her thighs made an awkward smile. If she was coming in our direction, her huge tits would jiggle with each step, and we could see her pussy moving back and forth below her small gut roll. She was usually looking at the ground when she was walking around, not really absorbing the world around her. But she'd occasionally glance at us and see us staring at her body. We would try to look busy with the shovel or the bridle or whatever we were working on at the time. Ma never said anything or acted upset or surprised. Meals were unusually quiet since the men left. We tried to be discrete, but took opportunities to glance at her chest when we were around the table. The fourth night, she finished eating and slowly slid her plate toward the middle of the table. No one said anything, but tried to focus on our dinner. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ma put her hands underneath each tit, lean forward and dropped them right on the table! Now, we could not help but look. "Can you see 'em a little better now?" she asked. "It's fine to look at them, you know. I've been walking around here with no clothes on for three days, so it's not like you haven't seen them. All of you saw them up close when those men were here. You even licked and sucked on them, remember? So it doesn't hurt anything for you to stare at them if you want. If I was worried about it, I'd cover 'em up, wouldn't I?" We just nodded at her, then looked around the table at each other. Ma wasn't angry or upset; just being factual, I guess. We did as she suggested; stared at her big tits sitting right there on the dinner table as they rolled slightly with every breath. "I've decided that man, Sanchez, was right about a couple of things. They did make me 'howl like a coyote,' as he put it. It was just a normal response after all that was happening. It wouldn't have made any difference if I just lay there quietly while they took turns fucking me. They were still going to do me, no matter what. But if I didn't do anything but lay there with my legs spread, it might have caused them to get frustrated enough to hurt one of us. So I just let go; let things happen without trying to control the situation or my body, I guess." We still weren't used to Ma saying those kinds of words. I'm sure she noticed the expressions on our faces as she continued to talk. "There's something else he was right about. It seems like you boys have been hiding squirrels in your britches ever since they left!" We looked at each other, then at her, not knowing what she was talking about. "Every time I walk across the yard or bend over or reach for anything, there's something in your front pockets that's wriggling to get out. I really don't think you have squirrels in there, do you? Sanchez said I've been neglecting your education about women and sex and such. So, we're going to get started tonight after you boys clean up after dinner. Pa, please bring a chair and follow me to the porch. We need to talk before the boys join us." Pa picked up his chair and carried it out front. Ma stood and moved toward the door, then turned back to us. "You might as well look all you want; it doesn't bother me one way or the other." My brothers and I finished eating quickly, and began cleaning off the table. We talked quietly among ourselves, not sure what to say or what to expect. Was she going to talk to us about what the men did to her and what it all meant? What caused her to want to stay naked all the time? Did she decide to start wearing clothes again and wanted to discuss it with Pa? Richard led the way out to the porch; Ma was sitting on the chair facing Pa who was standing a few feet away in the yard. She glanced over her shoulder at us, then pointed to a spot on the ground in front of her near Pa. We noticed she wasn't making any effort to keep her knees together as she used to do. "Come over here and stand in front of me," then she took a long pause. "Pa and I talked about this, and we agreed on what to do. In a civilized society, a mother would not be naked in front of her sons. In a civilized society, a mother wouldn't use words like fuck, or cunt or asshole. She wouldn't pee in front of strangers, or take their dicks in her mouth, or swallow their cum, and still want more. In a civilized society, there wouldn't be outlaws running around raping women in front of their families. There wouldn't be Mexican bandits or Apache renegades or scorpions or rattlesnakes or most of the things we have here in Cochise County." She took a deep breath, then continued. "When I was a girl in Baltimore, most things were very prim and proper. My mother and father had separate bedrooms my whole life. I'm pretty sure they had sex at least once, or none of us would be here now," she smiled to get us to relax a little. "But the finishing school I attended had a young teacher who was, well, quite progressive for the times. She was very open, showed us things we never would have discovered otherwise; she answered every question we could think up. Miss Mary Jane Johnstone. She used to take our whole class out for picnics on Saturdays; it was an all girls' school, of course. There were nine of us then, in our final year. We were all about 18, I guess." Ma shifted in her chair, and leaned back to tell a story. Her tits rolled to the sides of her chest. Her legs were spread wide, so we just stared right between her legs. She said it didn't matter, right? "Miss Mary Jane started by asking us questions the first Saturday. 'What was love? What made babies? What did we know about s-e-x?' It was all very exciting, and we were curious and confused. I felt certain... urges at times, and I'm sure the others did, too. Miss Mary Jane would tell us all we needed to know, and a lot more perhaps than we were supposed to know." "We were out in the country, on the backside of a farm belonging to family friends of hers. After we finished our lunches, she rose and stood on the grass in the center of our group. She removed her jacket, then her blouse and undergarments. She was standing in front of us, nude above the waist, out in an open field! Miss Mary Jane began by asking questions: 'Do you know what the tips, the nipples, are for? What are these dark circles around the nipples called? How does it feel when you touch your breasts? Has a boy ever touched your breasts? Was it enjoyable?'" Ma continued. "Over the course of probably a dozen Saturdays, we learned about many, many things. The second weekend, she got completely nude and encouraged the rest of us to go topless, with our breasts hanging loose and out in the open. She gathered us around in a small circle, then lay on her back and spread her knees really wide. She showed us the details of her vagina, explained what the various parts were for. Then she demonstrated masturbation, which brought her to a climax so loud it spooked the cows on the other side of the field. Miss Mary Jane let us all take a close look at her vagina so we could see how much wetter it was after her climax." "The next weekend we were all completely nude, and unbelievably embarrassed, when Miss Mary Jane waved to one of the men from the farm, and beckoned him over to our group. We tried to cover ourselves, our breasts and vaginas, but Miss Mary Jane just laughed and told us to relax. She said we needed to become comfortable with our own bodies, and not troubled about showing it to men. We were told to put our hands to our sides and form a straight line. Then we watched as the farmer removed all his clothing." Ma said, "We were speechless, but nonetheless very excited. I felt my own pussy getting wet down there without even being touched! Miss Mary Jane started at one end of the line, and introduced us to the naked farmer. He stood in front of each of us, one by one, and reached out to feel our tits, our nipples, then our inner thighs, to our vaginas and then inserted a finger in each of us! I'm pretty sure all of us flinched, but we remained in place." Ma shifted in her chair, massaging her tits with her left hand while her right went to the slit between her legs. She chuckled, "I still get really wet just thinking about it. Miss Mary Jane lay on the ground and had us sit in a circle around her. She showed us everything; it took most of the afternoon. The farmer, I still don't know his name, licked her pussy until she climaxed several times; she was by no means shy about letting loose with her moans and screams! She was the one who taught me there's nothing wrong with a women who... well, 'howls like a coyote' during sex." "The man got on his knees in front of her, and she reached out and guided his penis into her vagina, slowly so we could all observe. She lay there, in the middle of this field, with her feet spread wide and high in the air, letting this man fuck her in front of us." "Before he was finished, he backed away while Miss Mary Jane rolled over on her stomach. We could not believe it when she reached back and spread her butt cheeks to show him, well, her asshole. And we all about fainted when he slowly slid it in and began fucking her there, too! She screamed and had another climax right before he did. As he stood up, thick white liquid dripped from his dick and out of her back hole. Miss Mary Jane rolled back over, up on her knees. She put his penis in her mouth and started sucking and licking on it, even after it had been in both of her other holes!" Ma paused, then said "The rest of the Saturdays she showed us various positions and techniques to please ourselves as well as to please a man. We always watched while we were naked, but she never had us participate; most of us were still virgins at the time. The final Saturday, we left earlier, arriving a little after nine, I believe. We quickly stripped down; being naked was no longer a concern. In fact, we had come to enjoy the freedom of walking around outdoors with absolutely nothing on, chatting and giggling just as we did back in the classroom when we were fully dressed." Ma laughed out loud. "But none of us were ready for what came next. That same farmer showed up with four of his friends. We watched as they stripped, not bothering to cover ourselves this time, and gathered in a circle around Miss Mary Jane. The rest of the day these men took turns fucking her in every which way, some of them a couple of times. While they waited their turn, the other men would talk casually with us. We'd been told that we could touch them anywhere, even their penises and testicles. The girls took the opportunity to study their private parts very closely; the penises were different shapes and lengths. But we were absolutely forbidden from kissing or licking them, and could not have sex under any circumstances. Since we were all together in the middle of this field, there was no way we could have gotten away with it even if we wanted to." Ma looked around at the three of us. "Since you already saw what it's like to have a lot of men doing one woman, I won't bother with the details of her afternoon. But as a result of Miss Mary Jane's, uh, education, Pa and I have really enjoyed our times together. That's also the reason Pa isn't concerned about me teaching you three boys about sex. Sex is just sex; but it's your Pa I love, and that won't ever change. Besides, I had a very, very good teacher. So when the time comes for you to get married, you will know what you need to know to become fathers. But you'll also know how to please your wife, probably in ways that other men wouldn't know about. So, let's get started. Richard, you're the oldest, so come up here on the porch next to me." My brother stumbled, but caught himself on Ma's outstretched nude leg. He stood quickly, pulled back his hands like he'd grabbed a hot pan, and it was still light enough outside to watch him blush! Pa and Ma started laughing. The three of us boys had no idea what to expect, or how much she intended to show us. She began with Richard's lesson, and told Harold and me to pay attention because each of us would get a turn to do the same things to her. Ma told Richard to hold the breast closest to him, then to start squeezing and playing with, bouncing it up and down like a small grain sack. Ma took one of his fingers, and showed him how to circle the dark part of her nipple, then roll and pinch the tip between his fingers. "You boys need to know that these tits are much, much bigger than most women's. Just something I inherited from my mother's side of the family. But Pa's sure had a lot of fun with them over the years." I looked and Pa was smiling back at her. She had Richard go around to her other side, and repeat the process with the other tit. Then she moved his hand slowly down her stomach to the inside of her thighs. Ma moved his hand back and forth until he got the idea and started doing on his own. From where I was standing, it looked like he only grazed the outside of her pussy so far. Ma got up and took Richard over to the blanket Pa brought out and spread on the porch. She lay on her back, feet wide and knees high. "Come on over boys so you can see what you're supposed to do when it's your turn." Harold and I sat on opposite sides next to Ma, close enough to study the details but not get in the way. "Richard, reach down and start rubbing my pussy, slowly, in large circles." We watched Richard follow her directions. Next she wanted him to guide one finger up and down the slit in the middle, until he could feel wetness on his finger. Then she had him pull back and kneel in front of her. Ma reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips wide open. She showed us where the pee came out, where the clitoris was and what it did for her. We watched her display the inner and outer lips. And finally, she pulled her butt cheeks apart and used her fingers to show us where the sensitive spots were around her asshole. "Now, Richard. I'm going to teach you how to lick a woman's pussy to make her climax without even sticking your dick into her. This works on most women, but not all. Some women don't want you down there because they think it's 'dirty' or 'shameful.' So you might have to take time to convince them otherwise. Richard, put your face down here between my legs and start licking, from the outside toward the inside, from the bottom up to the clitoris. Swirl your tongue around my clitoris in small circles. Then suck on it hard and nip on it very gently with your teeth. When I start to respond, and you'll know when that is, stick your tongue in as deep as it will go inside my vagina and push it in and out until I cum. Every woman is a little different in what she wants, but this is the way I like it. After I cum, it's going to be real sensitive, but keep licking gently until I tell you to stop. And you should know, it will be a lot wetter, and sloppier, than it is now." Richard did as he was told. Soon, Ma's hips started to rise up and down off the porch, which made her tits wobble nicely on her chest. She also began moaning, louder and louder, looking back and forth from Harold to me to make sure we were learning what to do, and to watch how she responded. She finally reached down and gently pushed Richard's face a little deeper into her crotch, while at the same time lifting her feet high and wide in the air. She moaned louder for a few seconds, and then started to squeal. Not a scary scream, just really loud. Her hips were bouncing up and down; her tits were swirling around on her chest. Ma got really stiff for a moment, then just went limp, apparently relaxed. She looked over at Pa: "What do you think?" Pa smiled and replied, "Judging from the way you acted, I'd say the boy done just fine. Are you ready for Harold, or you want to wait awhile?" "No, we don't need to wait. Richard, change places with Harold. Harold, start rubbing my cunt in large circles, and do just like I showed Richard. He did a good job. Did you enjoy it, too, Richard?" He just showed a big grin and nodded his head. Harold made her cum again, and then it was my turn. She was really wet and slippery by that time. But I spread her cum all around the pussy lips; it felt odd, but very nice, very soft. I was at the point where I was sucking on her clit, when Ma started really fucking my face. It was a wild ride, but well worth it. I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go just before she exploded again, this time all over my face. Naked Sara's Ch. 02: The Family As I leaned back and started to stand, Ma looked at Pa and asked he wanted a turn, too. Pa told her he'd just wait until she was through and clean her up. Ma nodded and smiled. "Now boys, it's time to learn about fucking. We'll start with my cunt, and work our way around back. You probably ought to get used to new words, because that's going to be part of your education. There are a lot of different words to describe body parts and sex acts and positions. I'm pretty sure Miss Mary Jane taught us most of them. Richard, come back over here and pull out your pecker." Richard scrambled quickly between her legs, and had his pants around his knees by the time he got there. His dick was already sticking straight out. Ma held his dick, slid it up and down between her pussy lips a couple of times, then pulled Richard inside of her. "Go ahead and lay flat on me; it won't hurt me at all. There, that's fine. Now, move your dick in and out slowly, and try to move it around in circles while you're doing that. It feels really good when a dick touches more of my whole pussy." We could see Richard's rear end going up and down and in small circles at the same time. "Oh, yes. Just like that; just keep doing that. Yes, just like that, just like that." Again Ma looked back and forth at Harold and me watching her get fucked. We'd seen her get done by all those bandits, but this time it was her idea. She was doing it for her own pleasure as well as to teach us about women and such. Harold and I anxiously took our turns. None of the three of us lasted very long; not long enough to make Ma cum either time. As I stood up, a little embarrassed, Ma rolled over on her stomach and pulled her butt cheeks wide apart. With her face on the floor, Ma told Richard to take cum out of her pussy and rub around and into her asshole. He didn't even stop to think about it; in seconds he had two fingers in her and twirling them around. "Now, put your dick in there and do just like I told you when you were doing me from the front." Richard finished, and after Harold and I pulled out, Ma said, "Alright, Pa. It's your turn. Why don't you fuck my ass before you start cleaning me up. It's feeling really good tonight." She pulled her cheeks wide again, and Pa inserted his dick. Shortly thereafter, Pa grunted and did a couple more deep thrusts. Then he backed away and started licking on and sucking Ma's asshole! She raised her hips and pulled her cheeks wide to give him better access; and she was moaning again. Ma began moaning, then screaming again, moving her hips in circles; another big climax. She went limp and rolled over on her back. Pa pulled her legs apart and licked her pussy clean; and he sure took his time doing it. Pa finished and went to sit on the chair. Ma looked up at her three sons sitting around her. She started telling us the rest of the story. "I was shocked when I watched Miss Mary Jane do those men all in one day. At first I thought it was dirty and disgusting and frightening and I just wanted to vomit. But after I married Pa, and we tried all the things she'd shown me out in that pasture, I discovered that I enjoyed everything we did." "You also need to know that what happened here a couple of days ago, well, everything they did to me was something I was always curious about. Would I be able to do the same thing as Miss Mary Jane; take on more than one man? I wasn't really counting on that many the first time, though. When the first couple of men started fucking me, I was tense and just going along with it because I had no other choice. But then I wanted more, and was aroused by things I had never even imagined before. I used words I've never used before, felt things that were new, and now that I know about it, what it's like and how it makes me feel, I'll want, or need, more and more." Ma continued, realizing we were all stunned. "I'm going to want all of you to do me, too. Every day. Maybe that's not right, to do your ma, but it really doesn't matter anymore. You're all grown up, and would be doing your own women if you had them. But we're not going to sneak around in private, either. Any time we do something, it will be out in the open, so no one feels left out or jealous, and everyone learns the same things. If watching your brothers or Pa fuck me makes you horny, then just do me right after, too. Is that understood?" We looked at each other, then back at Ma and nodded, still not sure what all this meant. "Tomorrow I'll start by showing you how a woman can please a man. Then each of you will have a chance to do all those things to me, everything you saw the bandits do, and probably more of the things I learned from Miss Mary Jane. But now, I just need to rest." With that, she crawled slowly into the cabin, and came back to the front porch with a quilt. She lay down on the blanket where we'd fucked her, right on top of the wet spots, pulled the quilt over her and dozed on the front porch as darkness surrounded us. Pa climbed under the quilt next to Ma. We looked at each other, and then stumbled off to our own bunks. Ma would probably feel better and be back to herself in the next day or two. Maybe she'd forget about what she told us she'd do, or change her mind and think better of it. The three of us whispered in our bunks for a long time that night, still not sure about everything that happened over the last few days. Ma really liked the things those outlaws did to her, even the rough stuff? She really wanted all of us to do her every day, right out in the open? What was Ma going to do when strangers rode by, just stand there naked and talk to them like nothing was unusual? Would she ever go into town for supplies again, or just send us? What if the outlaws came back again, or another set of bandits came through instead? What if the Apaches were watching us from hidden places in the rocks above? As it turned out, we weren't prepared for any of these things. **** By lunch the next day, it was apparent that Ma had not changed her mind about any of the things she told us the night before. She still went about cooking and doing her chores naked. She did wear sandals and a hat when she went out to talk with Pa at the corral. The rest of us were doing various chores around the yard and in front of the shed. Ma walked to the middle of the yard, and announced: "Lunch will be ready in 10 minutes, so go clean up. Then we're going to take a break from our chores after lunch." She walked back into the cabin, and we watched her rear end swaying nicely the whole way. After we cleaned up the lunch table, Ma and Pa were waiting for us on the porch. Pa told us, "Line up along the wall next to me, and drop your britches down past your knees." Richard, Harold and I looked at each other, then did as we were told. Ma got on her knees in front Pa and told us, "Now I'll show you one of the more popular ways a woman can please a man." She held Pa's dick around the base, and started kissing and licking the tip of it. Then Ma slid the whole thing in her mouth! She pulled back and looked up at the three of us boys. By then we were all sticking pretty much straight out ourselves. Was she going to do that to us, too? She turned back and began going up and down on Pa's pecker. Slow and easy at first, then faster and faster until Pa shivered and groaned, and pushed forward a little. At the same time we could see Ma's cheeks and throat flexing; she was swallowing Pa's cum. She backed up, then licked him clean up and down. Ma moved over in front of Richard. "Just relax now. And don't be worried if you don't hold out very long; most men can't when a woman is mouthing him like this." She was right; Richard didn't last more than a couple of minutes. Neither did Harold. Ma didn't say anything when she kneeled in front of me, just started right at in. It was an incredible feeling, with her tongue swirling around and around the most sensitive part of my dick. When she started going all the way up and down the shaft, I shivered a little and got goose bumps. In no more than a minute, I was ready to explode! The whole time she was doing me, she kept looking up at my face to see my expressions. I was just about to empty my pecker inside her mouth, but that's what she wanted me to do, what the other three had done. Ma really seemed to enjoy sucking on men's peckers, and swallowing down their loads! I would later discover that not all women feel the same way. Ma moved back and leaned back against one of the roof support posts on the porch. She sat with her arms at her side, with her legs spread wide, and smiling. "Well, now that we've had lunch and a little break, it's time we went back to work." We pulled up our pants and scrambled back to what we were doing before lunch. Ma sat and relaxed for awhile before getting up and going into the kitchen. Over the next month and a half or so, having sex every day right out in the open seemed a normal thing to be doing. Since the when, where and how was often spontaneous, it never got boring and we never took it for granted. When Ma wanted sex, she would walk up to one of us and rub our butts or crotches. We'd oblige by dropping our britches and following her lead. She'd get on her hands and knees and we'd do it "doggy style" next to the corral. She might bring a blanket out on the porch and lie there with her legs in the air until one (or more) of us would scoot on over and oblige her. My favorite was when she'd stand with her legs apart, and bend over to grab hold of a fence post or against the wall. With her back parallel to the ground, her wonderful, huge tits would dangle about level with her knees. Then they'd sway back and forth, or around in small circles, in rhythm with whoever was pumping her from behind. I loved to watch her from the side. Watching her thrust her butt back to meet his strokes, with her titties flopping around was an amazing scene that will forever be held in my memory. Sometimes she would lift her head and look around to see who was watching her getting fucked. Ma would see me staring, then smile and nod her head towards her butt, inviting me to be the next one in line. And I never hesitated. If Richard or Harold or Pa took longer than usual, I'd just stand next to Ma and fondle the closest tit; lifting and squeezing and pulling, then playing with her nipple. She enjoyed having folks playing with her titties, a lot. Most days after dinner, she'd sit on the front porch, lean back in the chair and have one of us just massage her tits until she was ready for the night's "educational" session. During that six weeks or so, Ma showed us a bunch of stuff we probably never would have figured out on our own, or at least not until we each had our own women for a long time. Ma would stand against a porch post, spread her legs and reach above her to hold on to the post so we could fuck her standing up. She'd lay one of us on our backs, climb on top and do us that way. Or have us sit on a chair, ease down and slide it in. What I enjoyed most about these positions was sitting in front of her when she was fucking one of the others, and watching those tits bounce every which way. It was an awesome sight. Every day she'd walk around with our semen running down the inside of her thighs and let it dry in the hot desert air. Ma didn't seem to mind being messy. Some days she'd ask one or two of us to help her bathe in the pond. And if she was working out in the yard or near the corral, she'd go to the edge, spread her legs wide and just pee there instead of going to the outhouse. One day she was at the far end of the corral, at the front edge of the yard. She was right in the middle of peeing when she called out to Pa on the porch: "Joseph, somebody's heading this way in a wagon." All of us headed toward the front of the yard to wait with Ma. She didn't try to cover herself or get behind one of us; just stood there as the wagon pulled to a stop. It was Mr. Elson, the hardware store owner, with a lady who seemed to be about Richard's age, maybe a little bit older. They both sat up there staring at Ma, speechless. Ma broke the silence. "Hello, Mr. Elson, it's nice to see you again. What brings you way out here?" He turned to look at each of us, as if to say, "Do you know your ma is standing out here stark naked talking to someone she hardly knows?" Instead, Mr. Elson said, "Howdy, Joseph. Mrs. Burnett," tipping his hat to Ma. He was trying really hard to look at her eyes, but not very successfully. "This young lady got to town and was asking about you. Says her name is Elizabeth, and that she's your niece from Boston or some such place," Mr. Elson explained to Ma. "Baltimore, I said Baltimore," the woman corrected him. She turned to Ma and asked, "Are you Sara?" "Yes, I'm Sara. Your name is Elizabeth? Are you Edward's daughter?" Ma inquired. "That's correct. But he's dead now. He told me you were the only kin we had left, and that I should come see you after he passed. Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude or disrespectful. Are you always... this way? I mean, well... you know, undressed?" Elizabeth took the opportunity to look Ma up and down again. "Yes, I am. That's the way I live now. No sense trying to hide anything. I'm sure you've heard by now what happened here a couple of months ago, Mr. Elson." Ma turned back to him, waiting to find out what was being said in town. "Uh, if you mean them outlaws, yes, we heard stories. They was a real bad bunch, Mrs. Burnett. Some of 'em was bragging around town how they... I mean... what they done to you and your men folk. They was mostly drunk, though, so most of us didn't put no store by what they was talking about. Two of 'em got in a fight and shot each other. Then their leader, bandit named Sanchez, rounded 'em up and took the rest of them down Mexico way, that's what we heard any way." Mr. Elson seemed very embarrassed to be talking about this. Ma asked him, "Do you mind telling me exactly what they said, Mr. Elson? I think I have a right to know." "They were saying... well, that... that... all of 'em done ya every which way they could, some of 'em a bunch of times. They said you was... naked the whole time, and that they made Joseph and the boys watch while they was doin' ya. One other thing, Ma'am, their leader, Sanchez, was bragging that they made you 'howl like a coyote;' them are the exact words he used. He said, 'howl like a coyote.' I'm sorry Mrs. Burnett, don't mean no harm to you or Joseph or your sons by telling you, but since you asked I feel obliged to be honest with you." "I appreciate that, Mr. Elson. You are a decent man, and I've always known you to be an honest sort. Everything they told you was true, Mr. Elson. I can't bring myself to be dishonest with you, either. They all did me, that's true, and made my family watch the whole time. And I guess I may have actually 'howled like a coyote.' Some women can't control how their bodies respond to different, uh, circumstances. As you can see, I decided to stay naked. I figured I had nothing left to hide or be ashamed of. I did what I did to save my family, and I would do it again if I had to. I have a favor to ask, though. Would you let the folks in town know what you've seen here today so they won't be shocked or uncomfortable if they happen to stop by?" Ma was apparently able to completely shed any sense of shame or modesty. "Why, yes, Mrs. Burnett. I'll tell them. I'll tell them exactly what you said, word-for-word so's there ain't no misunderstandings. What do you want to do about her?" nodding toward Elizabeth. "Well, you're welcome to stay with us, Elizabeth. But there are some things you need to be aware of before you decide. I plan on staying naked from now on. And we are completely open with our... relationships around here. They all had to watch while dozens of men...including some Mexicans, Indians and a couple of blacks... had sex with me. So it doesn't really make any difference who does me anymore, does it? If it's going to bother you seeing me having sex every day, then you probably should go back to town with Mr. Elson." Ma put her hands on her hips to make her point. "I don't know what to say, Aunt Sara. If I don't have to be naked or be around when you do any of those things, I'm willing to stay awhile. Truth be told, I have nowhere else to go. Everything I own is in the back of this wagon. This gentleman was kind enough to help me load up my belongings and drive me all the way out here. It wouldn't be right to have him take me back and try to help me find someplace else to stay. I can't afford to stay in a hotel for very long. I don't have many choices, and I'm willing to mind my own business while I'm your guest. Maybe in the next couple of days you could give me some guidance about what to do from now on. If it doesn't work out, maybe one of your boys could take me back to town." Elizabeth seemed to be close to tears. She must have had a rough time after her father died, and was out of options. Ma looked at Pa, who shrugged then nodded his agreement. "Then you're welcome to stay as long as you need to," she told Elizabeth. "But you must understand, life around here is very different than what you're used to in Baltimore. It's much rougher and more dangerous. And I don't remember anyone running around naked the last time I was in Baltimore." Ma was trying to lighten the moment, and reassure Elizabeth that she would try to be understanding. "Me either, Aunt Sara. I can't recall any naked folks in Baltimore." Elizabeth was laughing, but tears were streaming down her cheeks. She appeared very relieved and doubtful at the same time. She looked again at Ma's crotch, noticing for the first time the fluid dripping down her thighs toward her knees. Maybe she was having second thoughts. Ma turned to us. "Richard, help Elizabeth get down, please. Harold and Tommy, take her things from back of the wagon into the cabin." Then, she turned back toward the wagon. "Mr. Elson, it was very kind of you to bring Elizabeth to us. Much obliged." "Yes, Ma'am." He tipped his hat again, and while Elizabeth and her things were being unloaded, took another long look at Ma. She saw him staring, but smiled and let him look until he turned the wagon and headed back to town. "Let's go inside, Elizabeth, and try to get you situated." I saw Elizabeth watching Ma's butt cheeks jiggle as she followed Ma back to the cabin. She hesitated before going in; turned around and looked at us. Elizabeth smiled politely, and disappeared inside. Our family circumstances were likely to change considerably. Was Ma going to decide to go back to being civilized now that Elizabeth was here? Would she stay naked but quit having sex with us? How long would Elizabeth be able to cope with this if Ma didn't change anything? What would happen in town when Mr. Elson told everybody what Ma said? What if the outlaws came back while Elizabeth was staying with us? This was going to get awkward very quickly.