Olivia Ch 13

I spent a very nerve-wracking weekend waiting for mom's return. I didn't have to guess what she and the Jensen's had been engaged in doing, but thinking about the specifics, caused me no end of concern. I couldn't help but wonder, "Were they fucking during the whole weekend? And, if so, how was mom bearing up under that kind of pressure?" The general office opinion of the Jensen's was that they were not only weird in a number of ways, but that they both were probably extremely super sexed. I couldn't shake the thought that the two of them might combine to actually fuck mom to death! That weekend was one of the worst of my life.

On Monday, I called in sick. I was determined to be present when mom came home. I was so nervous that I couldn't stomach any breakfast and so I existed upon a cup of coffee. Finally, near lunchtime, I gave in and called the office in which the Jensen's worked. After some discussion with their outside secretary, I got through to Miss Jensen.

"Hello, Miss Jensen?"

"Yes?"

"This is Olivia. I am certain that you will know me. This past weekend, my mother, Jane, left La Minette with you or so some of the people at La Minette have told me. Since she hasn't returned home, I was wondering if you had any idea where she might be?"

"Oh, yes, of course. She is staying with us. We had a very enjoyable weekend and she decided to accept our invitation to stay on. We are sorry if this has caused you any undue concern and worry. Be assured that Jane is quite well and, I'm glad to say, very happy with us. When she is ready, I am sure that she will return to your place. Ta-Ta."

I wasn't totally satisfied with that, but since she had assured me that mom was okay, I tried to put my concerns to one side.

My performances in the new clubs picked up both in frequency and acceptance by the audiences. As I completed more and more appearances in the nude, I began to take a huge delight in the sudden reactions of the audiences to my presence on stage. Mom had been absolutely correct in her judgment of the audience's reactions to watching a female turn from a cool dancer into a shuddering, quivering mass of human flesh as her orgasm ripped through her entire body. Watching an orgasm being created right in front of them really increased their excitement and enthusiasm. I was concerned by one other facet of my dancing and that was the fact that it seemed to me that the audiences were becoming wilder in their reactions to my presence on stage. I noticed this particularly when performing at the more exclusive club. Heretofore, those audiences had been just a tad on the reserved side, but now they, too, seemed to be affected by just my presence. I put it all down to the success of my unabashed sexual performance and I went on my merry way displaying my body and its' reactions for one and all to see.

I became so eager about my appearances on stage that I lost track of time. I was suddenly brought crashing back to earth when Kayla abruptly announced that she was going to have to stop performing and return to the family ranch. Without any warning, her mother had been diagnosed with advanced cervical cancer and was not expected to survive for very long. So, Kayla gave her notice and began her preparations for returning to the family home. At first, all I could see was that I would, in all probability, be expected to pick up her portion of the performance load, but, as I slyly admitted to myself, that would only result in more opportunities for me to strut my stuff in front of more audiences.

Then, out of the blue, it occurred to me that I had not heard word one from mom in over five months! I called Miss Jensen the very next day after Kayla made her announcement. I expected a rather cool reception, but she was, in all reality, very gracious in answering my questions regarding mom's current status. In fact, she volunteered to see that mom paid me a visit in the near future so we could talk over whatever problems there might be. I pressed her for a definite date and she finally agreed that she would bring mom by the apartment on the next Saturday. I was greatly relieved by this occurrence, but I was still somewhat leery of Miss Jensen's easy agreement. Knowing the type of female that she was, made me wonder what she might have in mind for mom and just possibly, me!

Before mom's visit could occur, Mary stopped in to see me one evening. She was very obviously upset and it took some cajoling on my part to get her to tell me the particulars. It seemed that, late that very afternoon, a fellow professor had stopped in to see her and while they were discussing some university problems, the two of them frantically began taking advantage of one another. To use Mary's exact words, 'I don't know how it happened, but, all of a sudden, he had me spread out on my desk and was fucking the hell out of me! When we completed our unplanned tryst, he hurriedly pushed his cock back inside of his pants and, in a very embarrassed manner, stammered that he was extremely sorry and that this must never happen again. He left me there with my cunt dripping his jism and my legs up in the air! But..but..but, Olivia! I had to admit to myself that I liked what had happened and I wasn't in the least way put out by this sudden attack. Can you help me?"

I shook my head for I had no idea what had caused this sudden assault. Little did I know that I was to learn the cause of this and other actions that had perplexed me in the recent past. No one had jumped on my body and fucked me. At least, not yet, but practically everyone back stage had become very familiar in the way in which they wished me good luck before a performance. It had become commonplace for each and every one of them to touch my butt and, as some of them did, slide their hands down between my legs. I had just put this down to a rather strange procedure customarily performed by the people in the entertainment business. Still, I, like Mary, could not deny that I rather liked this kind of very personal attention. The upcoming visit with mom tended to push these happenings to the back of my mind and I thought no more about either of them.

FINALLY! It was Saturday and mom was to visit with me. I was as nervous as a young girl on her first date. I had to tell myself to calm down for after all, it was my mother who was coming on this day. Still, I jumped as though I had received an electric shock when the doorbell sounded.

Mom looked great! Her eyes were shinning and her smile was broad and warm. She was, however, dressed in a more risqué manner than I had known her to employ before. Her dress, if it could be called that, was a single length of cloth that was draped over her shoulders and secured about her waist with an immense western-style belt. The top of this, 'dress' was open down to almost her navel and it was clear that she was only wearing a lacy shelf-style bra to support her tits. As my eyes traveled downward to her crotch, I could not miss the sight of a very dark area in what must have been her vaginal area.

"Have I changed that much?"

"uh..uh.. What do you mean?"

"You are standing there staring at me as if you have never seen me before!"

I was stumped. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to blurt out that I was astonished and locked into staring at her pronounced sexual features. Still, I couldn't think of a thing to say. Then, without any thought whatsoever, I blurted out, "Its' your perfume! I've never known you to wear perfume before!"

She chuckled and said, 'Honey, that's not perfume. That is the aroma my new pet puts out. Do you like it?"

"It is ....different," and then I quickly added, "But not unpleasant. Where do you get it?"

"I don't need to even look for it. It is with me every moment of every day. Aren't you even going to greet your long lost mother?"

As she said this, she stepped forward until she was almost touching me and, after taking hold of my hand, pushed it inside her gaping dress-top and placed it upon her warm, soft tit! It was the accepted La Minette greeting that followed the question of, 'Do you care to dance?' Somehow, this gesture had taken on an intensive sexual connotation and I was taken aback by her actions. She held my hand against her tit and then began moving the two of us towards my couch. Once more, I was thrown for a loop and I was without any thoughts of what to say. This was too unexpected for me to cope with it quickly.

"How is it? Living with the Jensen's, I mean? Are you the only other person in the house?"

"It is great! And, no, there is a maid so I make the fourth."

Our conversation, such as it was, had paused and it didn't show signs of continuing. I had once more regained some of my composure so I pushed the conversation onward.

"Well, for Pete's sake! Tell me what it is like!"

"Oh, please. Don't be impatient. I'll tell you all there is to know about the Jensen clan. First off, you must realize that the house is completely and utterly silent. Of course, the son -- oh, I guess that I should start with their id system. There is the son; the mother; and the maid and only the mother and I are able to speak. The son, as you know, is deaf and the maid is both deaf and speechless. So, there is practically no verbal interaction at all. They and their house are primarily devoted to sex. When someone enters the house, they first encounter a rather large foyer that has two doors -- one on either side -- leading off from that foyer. The door on the right leads into a dressing room where the son and the mother keep their, 'outside' clothing. The door on the left leads into a small sitting room where guests are allowed to enter. In all the time I have been there, no guests have ever arrived. At the end of the foyer, the people face another door and this door has two very large, finely etched glass panels on either side of it. Guests never get this far inside the house for, if they did, they would probably be alarmed when they discovered that those glass panels each displayed extremely wild and raw sexual scenes. In order to pass through this door, you must be totally naked! And, what is more, during your stay in this house, clothing is not allowed! That is why the dressing room is positioned off to one side of the foyer. In the mornings when the son and the mother get ready for work, they dress there and, in the evening when they return, they shed their clothing in that room." Here, she paused.

"Honey, you haven't felt at ease since I arrived. Is stroking your mother's tit bothering you?"

Again, without warning, she had thrown me for a loop.

"Er...No, it doesn't really bother me at all. It was just unexpected."

"Would you like to stroke my pussy? I know that you have always wanted to do that. Here, put your hand upon my pet and see if you can make her purr."

She had somehow loosened that belt and that excuse for a dress had fallen completely open and she was naked from her neck to her feet. I looked at her exposed body and I had to admit that it possessed a certain magnetic power to draw my gaze. She had a coquettish look on her face and her eyes dared me to touch her vagina. Before I could act, her hand slid down onto her bushy pubic hair and her first two fingers invitingly spread her lips apart until the soft pinkish insides of her cunt were visible to me. I gulped at this blatant display of her wanton sexual appetite and made an attempt to get the conversation re-started.

"Mom! Your nipples and your... ahem... nether lips are black!"

Her explanation was simple and direct. "The son prefers black tits and pussies." There was nothing I could say to this so, for a few minutes, we were silent. Then, she resumed her discussion of the Jensen's and their household.

"The son has two interests in life: his work and sex. The mother also has two interests in life: the son and sex. The maid and I have just the one interest in life and that is sex. By the way, she is a mountain of a woman. Easily over six feet tall and heavy even for her size. Her tits are like two melons suspended from her shoulders and they reach almost to her belly button. Her butt is immense and her thighs are bigger than your waist. Her cunt must be a foot deep. The son is rather prodigious in the sex tool area and I have seen him push the entire length of his massive tool into her without even a whimper from her. In fact, she seems to like it and she accepts this invasion without any objection or hesitation. She is a most happy person even though she is so severely handicapped. I have never seen her without a smile upon her face. To top off her somewhat grotesque façade, she has a dragon tattoo on her belly just below her belly button."

I interrupted mom to ask, "What do you do all day while the mother and the son are at work?"

"Oh, we fuck. Each other that is. One of the first gifts the mother gave me was a dildo and a harness that would hold it in a position to make it easy to fuck someone else. The mother and the son have the same kind of rig and we have some really wild nights where everybody is fucking everybody else. The son seems to really like having a twelve-inch dildo shoved all the way up his ass. The mother is not so free. Maybe it is caused by her having both sexual organs, but neither one of them is much bigger than that of a young teenager."

"But, mom. You can't fuck all day and the night, too! You just can't!"

"Oh, we don't fuck ALL day. We spend a lot of the time looking at fuck movies and DVD's. Tell me, aren't you enjoying petting my pussy? I sure am! Can you feel her purring?"

This remark brought me to a sudden stop. Unwittingly, I had begun stroking the hair of Jane's pussy and, I must admit, it had an exciting feeling to it. I started to withdraw my hand, but Jane grabbed my wrist and held it captive flush against her pussy.

"Please, don't disappoint my pussy or she will be very unhappy."

I was perplexed by mom's constant reference to her pussy as if it were a live animal. I was becoming frightened by the possibility that in some way or other these weirdoes had upset mom's mind, but she went on as though nothing had happened.

"Have I got a surprise for you. You will never guess where the Jensen's get all of their movies and DVD's?" She paused until I shook my head. "They are all supplied by that Bill who was your friend Ava's husband. It seems that he is a whiz at installing secret cameras in the most unlikely of places. I have watched you and Kayla sucking cunts and being drilled by those lesbians with their dildos. I have witnessed practically every performance you have given in the two clubs. I have seen priests fucking nuns and nuns fucking nuns! Naturally, he has cameras located throughout the Jensen's place. So I have watched practically all of the sexual activities that have gone on in that house. Believe me these people are really innovative when it comes to thinking up new and really weird ways of getting their desires fulfilled. Oh, yes. I forgot. In addition to the dildos, each of us has a fucking machine in our room so the maid and I often retire to our room for a lengthy session of mechanical fucking. You know that the mother is not a very shapely female, but she sure can ride one of those mechanical cocks! It is not unusual to awaken in the middle of the night and hear the smooth sound of one of those machines satisfying somebody in the house. Believe me it never fails to push me into the arms of my motorized lover."

"But, mom! How many times can you come during these days and nights of nothing but sex? I would think that you would have to slow down at some time and rest. Now that I have mentioned it, just how many times do you come during a typical day of this constant sex?"

"Oh, I don't know. I have never counted them, but I'd guess that I come ten or twelve times!"

I could only look at her in disbelief and for several minutes, we merely stared at one another. Then mom resumed her conversation,

"If it weren't for something that has occurred to alter me, I would never have agreed to this visit, but there are things about our kind that I think you should know since they will affect your future, too. Do you recall mentioning my perfume when I came in?" I nodded. "And I told you that it was not a kind of perfume that you were smelling but an aroma from my pussy. At that time, you jumped to the conclusion that I was talking about a cat. I wasn't. I truly meant my pussy."

I must have looked shocked for she stopped and took me in her arms. Even in this most tender of moments, she couldn't refrain from resting her fingers upon my pussy so there we sat -- each of us with a hand on the other's cunt!

"I think for you to understand what I am about to tell you I should go back to what Kayla said about her fears of becoming addicted. Do you remember that?" I nodded. "I don't believe that Kayla was frightened by what you and I would think of as an addiction. I think she knew that she was susceptible to a life-changing alteration that would affect her someday. What's more, I am equally certain that that change has occurred. Kayla's mother may be deathly sick and, then again, she may not, but I am certain that Kayla was desperately trying to return to the ranch and the nearby reservation."

"But mom? What would cause that? From what she said, Kayla hated that reservation and all that it had meant in the early days of her life. Why change now?"

"Honey, I can only judge her actions by what has happened to me." My incredulous look must have caused her to rapidly continue. "I am not the woman you have always known. I am decidedly different. Honey, you know how animals breed -- don't you?" I nodded. "Once every so often, the animal female goes into heat and then she will let any member of her kind fuck her to death. We human females are much the same except -- and it is an important exception -- we can go into heat at any time when we are aroused by a sight, a thought or a smell. Now, the females of all kinds of animals -- us included -- send out signals when we are ready to fuck. The only difference between humans and the animals is that our signal is so weak most people -- especially men -- never sense its' presence. However, for females of our kind, there comes a point in life when we are in heat constantly and what you have smelled was the, 'come-hither' smell of the stream of pheromones that my pussy is emitting! I am in heat right this very moment and I have been in heat since I arrived! In fact, I was in heat this morning when I woke up!"

I could only stare at mom in astonished disbelief.

"Look, honey I watched this very change take over my mother and it was she who first tried to explain it to me. Now that I am experiencing it, I understand so much more of what she tried to tell me. Females of our kind -- in one sense -- revert to an animal state at some point in our lives. Usually, that time doesn't arrive until, like me, the female is somewhat beyond middle age, but it can be triggered by any circumstance where that female is exposed to or subjected to extreme periods of sexual activity. I am certain that this is what triggered Kayla's response and I am equally certain that she has gone back to the ranch so she can be where she will be guaranteed a steady supply of males. In her case, performing in the sex clubs was probably the action that triggered her constant, 'in heat' status. That can do it so you, too, should be alert to any changes in your psyche and your libido you may begin to experience. This state of constantly being in heat can also be triggered by a sudden and quite unexpected situation that you would -- under ordinary circumstance -- classify as a sexual attack. The truth of the matter is, however, that you have triggered the male's response by emitting your pheromones."

A sudden and very graphic picture of Mary spread across her desk with her legs wide open and a hither-to relative stranger frantically fucking her flashed through my mind. Could Mary have been sending out these, 'pheromones' that mom kept referring to? This sudden revelation was quickly followed by my own recollections of strange unknown hands stroking my private parts. Was it conceivable that I was also entering this state of continuous sexual excitement? I had to know more.