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.
