She was a "no-nonsense" type of woman. Compassionate, fiercely protective of her family, hard-working and serious most of the time. Ma was tall compared to most women, and appeared heavier than others I had seen. That may have been because she never wore fancy, tight-fitting dresses. She seemed to have a much bigger bust and broader hips. But we rarely got to town or to see other people, so I had limited experience. To me, she appeared prettier than others, with high cheeks, dark eyes, long blonde hair and a proud, self-confident carriage.
Our homestead was in the Chiricahua Mountains in Southeastern Arizona, surrounded on three sides by high rocks. There was a fresh water spring which created a cool, deep pond behind the house then emptied into a creek bed on the west side. Several large trees provided welcome shade among the various types of cactus.
I was helping Pa mend the gate on the corral fence when we heard horses coming down the road. There was a large cloud of dust, which meant there were a lot of riders and caused us to think it might be soldiers. When the front riders came into view, it looked like a bunch of cowhands. We watched as they rode into the large clearing in front of the house. It was a mixed bunch of men, mostly white like us, but with some Mexicans, Apaches and a couple of black cowboys.
My two older brothers were chopping and stacking wood at the side of the house. Ma was sweeping the large front porch, but stopped to observe the strangers. I followed Pa to the front of the house.
"Welcome. My name's Joseph Burnett. This is my wife, Sara, and our three boys. Where you men headed to?" Pa asked. Ma and my brothers came forward to stand near me and Pa.
"South, to Mexico. We're gonna stay here tonight and rest our horses. I am Julio Sanchez, and these are my body guards." This caused the other men to laugh.
But it struck fear in me and my family. Although we had limited contact with the outside world, we had heard of Sanchez and his band of outlaws. It was said that they tortured and killed neighboring ranch families for refusing to furnish food, guns, money or whatever the outlaws wanted.
"We don't have much, but you're welcome to share what we have. All we ask is that you leave in peace after you've rested," Pa said.
"Well, that depends on your hospitality mostly. Did you say the woman's name was Sara?" Sanchez asked.
"Yes, Sara is my wife," Pa replied.
"Well, we've been riding hard from up north for a week or so. We ain't seen a woman in awhile, I mean, up close. Why don't you step forward and let us take a look at ya, Sara?" Sanchez invited.
Pa started to step in front of Ma, to get between her and the outlaws. The man on Sanchez' right drew his pistol and fired a shot between Pa's feet, stopping him from moving further.
Ma stepped forward a couple of feet, and asked, "Why don't you just take what you need and leave, Mister Sanchez? We're happy to share what we have, and there's no need for violence."
Sanchez cracked an evil smile. "Right now what we need is you, Sara. And if you make us feel real welcome, your men folk will still be alive when we leave. You do exactly like we tell you; no questions, no hesitations and no complaints, or we'll start by cutting off your old man's balls. So what's it gonna be, lady?"
Ma took a deep breath, and slowly took another couple of steps forward, until she was about even with the rest of us. "You're gonna do whatever you want, and we can't stop you. So let's get it over with," she said loudly, looking around to show her courage to the whole group of more than 40 bandits.
With that, she unbuttoned her simple cotton dress, and let it drop to the ground. She didn't wait long to lift her camisole over her head, and she was bare-chested underneath. I had never seen her naked, at least not since I was nursing. Of course, I had no recollection that far back, so her breasts were a shock to see. Each one was larger than my whole head! Her nipples responded to the light breeze flowing through the canyon, and stuck straight out, surrounded by large, darker circles.
Ma waited a moment for everyone to get a good look. I guessed most of the men had not seen tits that big either, because they just stared like I did.
The man to the right of Sanchez said, "Holy shit, amigos! I seen cow udders that wasn't near as big as either one of them titties!" The other men roared with laughter, and most agreed with his observation.
Then she placed her thumbs inside her pantaloons, and slid them to the ground with her other clothes. She kicked off her sandals, and stood in front of us defiantly, and completely, naked. I couldn't help staring, at her giant breasts, the crotch, covered with fine, blonde hair and her rather large butt.
She placed her hands on her hips, and glared at Sanchez. "OK, now what?"
"Turn around, nice and slow, so we can see what you're offering," Sanchez replied.
Ma took nearly a whole minute to go all the way around. As she turned, she looked each of us in the eyes slowly, as if to say "Don't do anything stupid, and we'll get through this!"
"Face the house, and bend over with your legs spread wide," Sanchez ordered.
Ma's face flushed pink with embarrassment, but she did as she was told. Her massive tits hung straight down, about even with her knees! They swayed back and forth as she tried to maintain her balance in that awkward position.
"Now, grab your butt cheeks and pull them apart. Let's have a good look at your ass and your cunt!" The men laughed at Sanchez' crude torment.
She reached around and spread her butt wide open. I was staring at Ma's pussy lips and her puckered butthole! There was a large, thick, puffy "V" between her legs with a slit down the middle. I never saw anything like that before. My oldest brother, standing next to me, poked me hard with his elbow. I hadn't realized my jaw was open wide, and I was breathing harder than normal.
There were "oohs" and "aahs" from the crowd of men, along with some vulgar comments, not all of which I understood yet. The gang dismounted, and several men took all the horses around back to drink at the pond. The rest gathered around Ma, pushing us out of the way. They took turns fingering her rear and pussy, squeezing and pinching her tits and slapping her ass. Ma flinched and gasped, but never complained or pulled away.
