Momma's House

Jessie swings the front door open and walks in. I hesitate for a second and end up being shoved in from behind. The house…was nice. Not at all what I expected for a family of back country hicks. The place was clean with fine quality hand made furniture and hand crafted upholstery and curtains and the like. Against the far wall is a big stone fire place and a large round rug took up the center of the spacious room.

Sitting on a chair reading a book, her feet tucked up under her long dress, is the most beautiful young lady I had ever seen in my whole damn life! Fiona and Jessie were lookers but this gal was something special. Waist long brown hair back in a simple ponytail, deep dark eyes, and a curvaceous womanly figure that was soft in all the right places. My goodness! Even with everything happening I had to take a moment just to take this girl in.

“Oh!” She startles. She looks at me for a second before quickly averting her eyes, almost seeming to be afraid of me. In a voice as soft as a warm evening breeze she says. “A stranger!” She looked ready to bolt.

“It’s okay. Don’t be scared Elsie.” Jessie rushes across to her and takes her in his arms. “This here is Mister Devlin. He’s okay. He’s come to see Auntie.”

I consider pleading my case to the girl but it was clear by her frightened demure body language that she held no authority here. Elsie leans into Jessie, almost using her brother like a shield between us. I hear a kiss, by sound and the angle of their heads it was lip to lip and longer than a brother and sister ought to have. There are some whispers between them. Peeking back over my shoulder I see Fiona, the eldest of the three, watching her siblings with a smile. The woman might be an absolute loon but I knew real love when I saw it. Catching my glance she shoves me again. “Come on pig…er, Case. Papa said you go to the bindin chair.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “There’s no need for that now. If you’d just give me a chance to…”

“Papa said so.” The finality of that statement told me that her father’s word was law around here. “C’mon now.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” My eyes dart about looking for any opportunity for escape.

Just then a big buxom woman in her forties, with a pair of the biggest breasts I ever seen and hips so wide she barely fits through the door frame, walks into the room from another part of the cabin. She wore a white blouse and long green checked dress with a red flour smudged apron on over the front. She had the same brown hair and rich brown eyes as Jessie. This had to be Momma.

“What is this now?” She says with surprise. Strangely she actually seemed happy to see me, as if I were an old friend dropping in for an unexpected visit. “Nobody told me we had company!”

“He’s goin to the bindin chair.”

“Right, right.” She nods without even a pause. Not even curious as to why I was only in my under garments. “And who might you be.”

“Ma’am.” I say. “My name is Casey Devlin…”

“Case to his friends.” Jessie, oh so helpfully, interjects.

“Right.” I say, biting my tongue on what I really wanted to say. “Case.”

“Case. Well that’s a fine name.” She says in a tone of classic Southern hospitality. “My name is Helen. Helen Bailey. Most folk just call me Momma.”

“Nice to meet ya Ma’am.” I say, praying I might have at last met somebody sane in this crazy clan. Even as I talk I continue to get hustled along by Fiona. “I ran into your children out there in the forest and they seemed to think their auntie was looking for me or something…”

“Oh yes!” Helen says excitedly. “Oh my yes. My sister is lookin for someone just like you.” Her eyes suddenly narrow. “You a Yankee?”

“Er…no Ma’am.” I lie.

“Great!” She says. “Well welcome.”

The chair I was being bullied toward had blended into the rest of the furniture at first but as I got closer I could see it was different than the rest. It was a stout wooden arm chair with thick leather straps and buckles on each arm, each front leg, and one at the back. On the seat was a square section that looked like it could open up from underneath so that the occupant could go to the toilet. I had seen similar chairs for holding the criminally insane. Why in the hell did they have such a piece of furniture here in the living room?

“Please Ma’am. Please! Would you just listen to reason and let me explain myself.”

“Of course I will darlin.” She says kindly.

I let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”

“Fiona’ll get you nice and comfy.” She says. “I’ll go get you a nice sweet tea and we can have a nice long chat.”

“Comfy?”

“Strap him in Fiona dear.”

“Now hold on!” I stop. “I just want to talk.”

“And we will dear, we will.” Helen assures me with a wide cherubic smile, oblivious to my predicament. What was wrong with these people?

“I am not going in that chair.”

“Oh yes you are.” Fiona says as an iron grip clamps down on my shoulder. “Papa said.”

That was it. I would rather go out fighting now than get in that chair. I try to slip from Fiona’s reach only to find one of her muscular arms round my neck! I grab her arm and try to pull it away but it did not budge and inch, in fact it tightens. No woman could be this strong. Despite her overall figure she simply must be a man as the package in her trousers suggested. I kick and thrash about as the lights soon start to dim.

“Ohhh!” Elsie huddles behind her brother in fear. “Why is he doing that Jessie?”

“It’s okay El.” Jessie says. “This’ll just take a second.”

“Whoowheee! Fight little piggy!”

“Oh Lord! No rough-housin!” Helen scolds.

“I got him Momma.”

“Ffffuckkk!” I gurgle as I strain against Fiona though my limbs were growing heavier by the second.

“Cussin!?” Helen exclaims. “What bad manners! This is not how we act in Momma’s house!”

“Shhhhhhhhh.” Fiona whispers in my ear as she separates me from consciousness for the second time in the short time I’d known her.