I slept for most of the next two days. Mom would periodically supply me with coffee or tea and well-buttered toast and, except for her interruptions, I don't remember much of that time. I certainly was not dreaming. Then, on the fourth day, I returned to a more-or-less normal state although my hips and my legs and my back still ached from all of the punishment I had taken. In addition, my lower belly felt as though I had been repeatedly pummeled by overly long cocks! Although I hadn't been busy thinking about my state, I seemed to wake up with several questions. The two of us were once more sitting in what was left of the living room when I broached the subject to mom.
"Mom, are you certain that we are sex-addicts?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I've been thinking and a thought came to mind about something that Kayla said. Or, rather, it wasn't so much what she said as it was her attitude. She seemed to be deathly afraid of becoming an addict. At the time, I couldn't decipher what was making her so frightened, but now I think I might just know."
"What is it that you think you have learned?"
"Mom, there is no doubt in my mind that, if the supply of available men hadn't been limited, I might very well still be laying there fucking my head off. I think that feeling was what frightened Kayla so much. Are we like drug addicts who will probably end up dead from an overdose? I've read several books about women who fell captive to invading armies being repeatedly raped by the soldiers until they died. Until the other night, I wasn't at all certain that this could even happen. Surely not to me! But, the effects of that night have hung on long after I would have thought that I should have recovered and, the scary thing is, I wanted still more!"
Mom hesitated for several minutes before attempting to answer me.
"Yes, honey, as I told you that other night, I am certain that we are sex addicts. It was inbred into us from the time of our births and, you are correct, it is quite possible for us to fuck ourselves to death -- especially when we are aided by something as potent as that Haoma stick and there are enough cocks around to fulfill our destiny.
When your granny and I first joined this club, one of the older women took us aside and confided in us that they knew that we were whores. We had never mentioned anything about our professional lives so that kind of statement floored me and I'm certain that it threw your granny for a loop, too. We both wondered if our occupation was all that obvious to any and all of the people we might meet. Then the old woman went on to explain what she was trying to say. She told us that they had recognized a trait in our characters that required us to be extraordinarily active in sexual matters - they even had a special name for us, but I can't repeat it now. She went on to tell us that, whenever the club held their, 'special' ceremonies, they would always see to it that the number of male members allowed to use us would be limited. One of their procedures was to always put the older female in the swing and the younger on the dolly. In that way, the strength of the elder would not be taxed as greatly as that of the younger. You must have seen that I was being treated in the rear while you were being used in your cunt and you must know that even females such as we are not as likely to come from a rear penetration as you young will come from a cuntal penetration. I know from my own experiences in your position, that you were not the least bit aware of what was going on around you. Once the men were through with you and me, they had the privilege of going further with the other women of the club." At this point, mom chuckled as she recalled the sight she had witnessed. "Believe me honey, the sight of twenty or thirty frantically fucking couples and threesomes is really energizing to one's libido!
But, I don't think you have any cause to be frightened. The other night was a very special occasion and, in addition, you had the first taste of the effects of that Haoma plant. Don't forget. When you left us and went out into the world, from what you wrote, you weren't knee-deep in sex during those ten-or-so years and you were making it okay. Weren't you?" I nodded. "As for your Kayla friend, I think that, at one time or another, she was very close to overstepping the boundary of her bodily capacity. AND SHE RECOGNIZED THE DANGER! Perhaps you are more fortunate than she in that you have seen the danger and realized it for what it is."
"But what about this Haoma stuff? You said that the members of the club were going to send us a supply on a regular basis."
"Honey, Haoma is just like any other possibly addicting substance. So long as you control it and not let it control you, you'll be okay. Don't ever forget that your granny and I have been using it for all of the years that we were here alone. Look daughter, I don't doubt but what you are beginning to regain your sexual desire. This, too, will always be with you and it will flare up every time you see or hear some kind of sexual allusion. That, if you will, is our curse. We are constantly on the lookout for new and exciting sexual adventures."
"But why is my belly so tender?"
At this point, mom's laughter roared. Then, with a drooling baby-talk comment, she put me in my place.
"Oh, my poor baby. Some of those awful men had cocks that were longer than your baby cunt channel so they were repeatedly smacking up against your cervix. That's what is aching in your belly now. Did you know that some women have the entrance to their cervixes opened wide so that they are able to, 'swallow' those long cocks? Says it gives them a really great come! Maybe you should give that a try!"
At that time, I didn't think that was such a great idea.
"Now that we are on the subject of sex -- and we are always on the subject of sex -- why don't you tell me the details of what you have been doing out there in the far west?"
So, I began telling her about our group of, 'Horny Harlots' and how we graduated into becoming the resident, 'hostesses' for La Minette. I told her how -- through La Minette -- the four of us had become our company's whore staff. Here she interrupted me.
"Are you saying that you fuck these men during the work day?"
"Oh sure. All of these men are scared of being blackmailed especially if one of us should ever become pregnant so they demand that their secretaries be present as we fuck them!"
