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.