Message-ID: <7744eli$9801241157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: what's a mother to do? Subject: Phil Phantom presents Tiffany's "First Class Treatment" (3/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C91E1B.345F@hotmail.com> PART THREE OF THREE The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'Q' key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "First Class Treatment" Part Three of Three By: Tiffany In the days that followed, I discovered three hidden cameras aimed at the bed. The boys went out of their way to be nice and considerate. They made every effort to insure my comfort. They brought me piss in an opaque mug, pinching my nose so that I wouldn't smell what I drank. I could occasionally taste their semen in my baby food, but they went out of their way to hide the food preparation. My pussy and ass got a great deal of attention, but they avoided the appearance of messing around. It was clear that they thought this was the way to win my after-treatment favors. I found this all rather amusing; however, it wasn't working. I appreciated the care, but I knew I'd be the same mother on the last day and they'd feel cheated. They hadn't learned from watching a master at work. The nurse showed them how to change me and gave them the tools and the technique. They were going about it all wrong. I had plenty of time to analyze Wendy's technique. It occurred to me that a woman - at least this woman - is like cold steel. To change it permanently, you have to heat it to near melting and force the change in shape by beating if necessary, then let it cool slowly. In a sense, that's what she did to me. The boys could, indeed, make me their willing sex slave, but not without force, carefully applied. In a way, I hoped they'd wise up. After five days, I was ready to drop hints. The twice-daily coffee enemas kept me wired. I grew hornier with each day. They didn't even pick up on that. I finally told them that if I had to drink urine, I'd rather use their natural straws. Those idiots didn't even take the hint when I kept sucking on a drained cock that grew stiff in my mouth. They pulled out and apologized for getting erect. Wendy, the nurse, paid me a visit on the sixth day. She visited me alone and we made love. Afterwards, she stood by the bed stroking my face and said, "You know what this is all about, don't you?" "Yes, I knew from the first night. I spotted the cameras, also. Tell Walter I'm not upset; I understand." "He'll appreciate that. He has been a bit concerned. He's really a great guy, Ann. He will marry you after this is over if you still want him." "I think I might. I'm surprised he hasn't come in here." "He won't, not until the month is up. The boys haven't discovered your secrets have they?" "You mean, am I responding to their conditioning? No!" "I wish I could help, but my part is over. Walter wants this to evolve naturally or not at all. He feels certain that they'll figure it out, or you will take the initiative. I wonder. I noticed that you've dropped some not-too-subtle hints." "I suppose he has everything on tape." "Yes, from every angle. There's more than three cameras, Ann. You're already quite a celebrity. Twenty people were gathered at Dr. Greendale's last night. He is a real doctor, by the way." "Are you a real nurse?" "No, and I'll forgive that sexist remark. I'm an obstetrician, thank you very much." "Sorry, I should have guessed." "That's all right. I hardly believe it myself. Actually, I'm a first year resident. Look, I have to go. I'll just say one more thing. Walter wants this to work very badly. If you plan to marry him, think about giving him the wife he wants." "You mean a wife that is a sex slave to her children." "Yes, but not just to her children, to anyone Walter likes." "That doesn't surprise me too much. I'll think about it." She walked to the door and paused to blow me a kiss, saying, "You do that, lover. Take your medicine and get well." I thought long and hard about what she said and had mixed feelings. My horniness grew over the next two days. Jason sat with me after giving me a thorough sponge bath. After a long silence, he said, "This isn't working, is it?" I said, "No. I appreciate how hard you guys are trying, and I don't blame you one bit for what you're trying to do." "How come it ain't working?" "I'm sure not going to tell you. That's like asking the condemned man to hang himself." "Okay, but just tell me this. Is there a way?" "Yes." "No shit! You mean if we do it right, you'd be like a sex slave for us?" "If you did everything just right; yes, I can see that happening." I felt as though I'd said too much already. I could see the wheels turning as he paced back and forth. He said, "Greg said you sucked his cock after he gave you a drink. Is that true?" "I was extra thirsty. I thought he was holding back." "Bullshit! You're lying. You like sucking our dicks, don't you?" "It's better than drinking from the mug, yes." "You know what I think? I think you want to be our sex slave." "Wishful thinking, Jason." "Look, if there's a way, you better tell me. I can't take much more of this. If it doesn't look like we'll win, I'm just going to take what I want while I can and let the chips fall where they may." "That's always been your option, but if you rape me or hurt me I'll never forgive you." "Being nice doesn't help, maybe being mean will. Is that what you want, someone to knock you around and take charge?" "That is not what I want, Jason. I'm warning you. I'll be cured and out of here in three weeks. You mess with me and I'll toss your young ass out into the street. You can go live with your father, if you can find him." This stern warning cooled his heels. He turned his back on me with folded arms and locked jaws. I let him stew for a moment, then said, "Jason, I'm getting a little thirsty." He turned slowly with a curious smile forming. He studied my expression for a few moments, then said, "I'm not sure I need to go. Greg and Arthur are out playing somewhere. Do you want me to pull out my dick and let you suck on it?" With a leering grin, he said, "If you suck real hard, maybe you can nurse a trickle out of it." I forced back a smile, trying to remain serious. I said, "If you think it might help." Jason opened his pants and stood on the footstool for that purpose. He shoved his cock out, and I leaned toward it. I captured the flaccid but swelling cock in my mouth and began nursing like a baby sucking a nipple. I could tell he was holding back. When they try to piss, I can feel the muscles relax. His cock grew steadily larger until I was sucking on a fully erect organ. I continued sucking while he gazed down from his superior position, hands on hips, smiling. He said, "I can't pee with a fuckin' hardon, Mom. If you want my piss that bad, you have to make it soft. You know how, don't you?" I held his dick in my mouth and looked up. His big grin was precious. I nodded and began a sucking pumping bob. He encouraged, "That's it Mother, suck my pecker! I'm going to cum in your mouth." I sucked with greater urgency as his vile invectives increased. The more names he called me, the harder I sucked. My lips were bouncing off his pubic hair as he called me a cock-sucking, piss-drinking whore. When his cock began spewing forth his rich cream, I began nursing once again. When the last dribble oozed out, I let up on the lip pressure and let him shrink. He relaxed and gave a short squirt of piss. I sucked it down, then waited for more. He gave me another long squirt, filling my mouth. Though I wasn't at all thirsty, I acted like he was giving me life-sustaining nourishment. He dragged the scene out for several long minutes, then told me he was empty. I gave his cock a long reluctant parting suck, then pulled free and said, "Thank you, dear. I guess I was thirstier than I thought." He zipped up and stepped down, smiling at me all the while. He wandered about the room for a while, thinking. He came over and said, "You like sucking our cocks, don't you?" "Most normal females like performing fellatio, yes." "Yeah, but you really like it because we're your sons, huh?" "Jason, in my current situation, a cock is a cock. It's been over a week since I've had an orgasm. I am getting a little sexually frustrated." "I can just imagine you are. A whore like you needs fucking every day, twice a day, three times, maybe ten, huh?" "Come on, Jason, you don't need to rub it in." Jason grabbed the controller, and I began rising free of the bed. "What are you doing? Put me down." He stopped only when the framework was at its maximum and my back was eighteen inches clear of the bed. He placed the basin beneath me, took the water wand in hand, climbed up, and knelt between my legs. He grasped the bottle locked in my anus then twisted and pulled. It came out and a couple of cups of unabsorbed coffee poured out and into the basin. I could feel cool air enter my colon. My sphincter no longer contracted, and I knew he could see far into my empty colon. He adjusted the wand to pulse and shot directly into my bowels. It was a deliciously wicked sensation, and I moaned. The pulsing jets ran up my slit and danced over my throbbing clit. My loins squirmed in lewd acceptance. He taunted, "Feels nice, huh?" "Yes, keep doing that, sweetheart. Oh yes, on my clit, honey." He would not hold the pulse on my clit but used it in a teasing manner, bringing me to the brink, then backing off. He repeated this over and over until I was a mass of squirming, begging excited tissue. I pleaded for release, but he ignored my pathetic pleas. After ten minutes or so, he set the wand down and leaned up over my lower abdomen, resting his forearms on my mound. He smiled a victor's smile and said, "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours." I raised a passion-racked head up and looked into his mischievous eyes. I said, "I already scratched your back, or did you forget already?" "You did that for you. You tell me how to make you our sex slave, and I'll get you off." "Jason, I can't. Please!" "All right. Just give me a hint." My head lolled back. I thought hard. I needed to cum so badly. I lifted my head and said, "Okay, you win. I'll give you a hint. You know from hearing my sexual history that I've never done anything with another woman. Wendy changed me. She turned me bisexual. She knew how." I could see him pondering this admission with a wry smile. He said, "So you're a real cunt-lapper now, huh?" "Yes, couldn't you tell." "Yes, but I like hearing you admit it. Hey, I could get Sherry up here for you. Would you like to lick my girlfriend's cunt? She'd let you." "Please, don't bring anyone in here, especially not Sherry." "Why, don't you think she's cute. She thinks you're cute. She's always telling me what a sexy mom I have." "Jason, I'm serious. Don't you dare bring her in here. This will freak her out." "You don't know Sherry very well." He picked up the water wand, set the pulse, and peppered my pussy, taunting me about eating Sherry's pussy. He soon had me writhing and moaning. In less than a minute, I came gloriously. He set the wand down and climbed off the bed. My head hung from my shoulders as I slowly returned to the mattress. When the weight of my body came fully to rest on the mattress, he began drawing the ropes free of the rings. He rolled me to my right side then pulled and tugged at my casts until I was in an all fours posture in the middle of the bed. This was the first time in over a week that I'd been free of the ropes and facing the mattress. Being face down was an odd sensation. I looked over my shoulder as he adjusted my leg casts out to their fullest, placing my knees near the edges of the bed. I said, "What are you up to?" "I'm going to get me some pussy before it's too late. I've always wanted to fuck you, Mother." "What do you mean, before its too late." "I think I know how Wendy did it. You are as good as a slave right now, bitch. Before this treatment is over, your pussy won't be good for fucking by anything smaller than a fuckin' horse. I figure I better get some now, or forget it." Before I had time to reply, I felt Jason's six-inch rod poking my opening. He slid in easily and gripped me by the hips, saying, "Aaah, Yes, sweet Momma's pussy at last. This may not be doing much for you, but I'm digging it." He was wrong; I loved it. Of course, I probably would have loved any cock at that point, but there was something special about having a cock I gave birth to returning home. I took the fucking in silence, and moaned into the mattress as he pumped his seed into me. When he pulled out, he gave my ass a sound slap and climbed down from the bed. He took my ropes and tied them to eyebolts in the wall, spread-eagleing me on my stomach. This was also new to me. I watched him scrubbing his right arm clear to his arm pit and my anxiety rose. I said, "Don't even think about putting that in my vagina, Jason." He just looked over and smiled. It wasn't my pussy he was interested in. He came up along my left side and leaned over my ass. Without having rinsed the soap off, he shoved his hand right up my backside. I groaned, though his hand was actually smaller than the bottle. He had no trouble getting in and was easily in up to his elbow before I knew what hit me. I could feel his hand way up inside me, and it felt strangely marvelous. I said nothing, only groaned, as he eased in more, feeling his way along my colon walls. It felt like a python had crawled up my ass. He was in to his triceps and still going. I could feel him moving my guts about. I felt pressure on my stomach and my breathing was difficult as his hand interfered with the free movement of my diaphragm. I took shallow, panting breaths as he went in further. I felt his shoulder touch my ass cheek and cried, "Oh Jesus! Is your arm all the way inside me?" "Fuckin 'A' it is, right up to the pits. Sherry's going to really get off on this. Shit, I can feel your heart beating." "Honey, please! Bend your elbow. You're interfering with my diaphragm; I can't breathe." "Sorry, is this better?" "Yes, much better." "Man, I'll bet Sherry can get most of her leg up your ass, as tiny as she is. Would you like that, Mother? Would you like Sherry's sexy leg up your ass?" God, that image had me thinking and dreaming. Sherry isn't quite fourteen, but doesn't look over twelve. She has a fully developed body that she loves to flaunt. Half the time the little tart doesn't even wear panties. I can't tell you how many times I've caught her shooting bare beavers. She doesn't even bother to stop when I enter the room. If that weren't enough, Jason adds to the spectacle by fingering her for my benefit. I always found those scenes wildly erotic and never interfered. He's been fucking her for six months. I've been treated to that scene often enough also. So when Jason made the lewd suggestion, I said, "What does it matter what I like?" "That's right. It doesn't. I'll use you any way I like, and you know it, don't you?" "Yes." "You already know you're going to lose, don't you?" I took a deep breath as his hand drew out several inches. I said, "Yes!" He shoved it back in fully and I gasped. "You're going to let Sherry squat over your mouth and piss, aren't you?" "Yes!" "You'll let her piss into your open mouth, then follow that stream to the source and suck the rest right out of her piss hole, huh?" "Yes, Oh God, yes!" Jason drew his arm from my ass and wiped it clean with a hand towel. He came up along my left side and smiled, saying, "You are an incredible slut, Mother." All I could do was stare blankly into his face. He touched my nose and said, "You better do a good job on Sherry. I'm bringing her by tonight." I just stared dumbly as his fingers traced my lips. He left the room shortly after that and left me to ponder my new situation. I drew in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I was fucked, and knew it. Prior to leaving, Jason returned me to my usual position: on my back with the ropes running through the eyebolts in the ends of my casts. Since the ropes ran through rings on the frame's rim, my arms and legs were out wide - my dead cockroach pose. I had several hours to myself. I thought about the predicament I was in. I saw no way out, at least not while the treatment was going on, and the treatment was due to last three more weeks. Three weeks of drinking piss and eating sperm-laden baby food while totally helpless. On top of that, my casts made me itch terribly. I thought about my ass and bowels. After three weeks of constant high colonic enemas, keeping those bottles in my ass, and taking arms and legs up my rear, I doubted that I'd ever function normally again. I doubted that my sphincter could ever retract. I wondered what it would be like to have a wide open ass all the time. I'd needed a stopper of some sort, a big one. And my vagina, what would it look like after constant fist fucking. Would my sex lips droop to my knees? Would I ever get pleasure from a simple cock again? Were they trying to turn me into some kind of circus sex freak? Were me and my sons being conditioned to provide amusement to Walter Quintana and his bizarre friends? The possibilities were both frightening and exciting. I fantasized about life married to Walter and as a sex slave to my three horny kids. I new he'd love seeing me at their sexual beck and call. Would they tire of the novelty of fist fucking my cunt, or arm fucking my ass? I knew they'd never tire of blow jobs or using me as a urinal. Drinking piss, living off it, in fact, now that was a novel idea. I must admit that piss is not bad once you get used to it. Drinking it warm, right from the body is much better than cold from a mug. If urine truly was as healthy as they said, I could adjust. I knew Walter would find endless hours of amusement watching me drink from my sons' cocks. What would dinners be like? And then, there was Sherry - cute, adorable, provocative Sherry. Visions of her youthful pussy filled my imagination ever since Jason threatened to bring her over. I knew the little minx would love seeing me trussed naked and vulnerable like this. She would not hesitate to add to my humiliation. She'd hop right up on the bed and squat on my head, grinding her delicious little slimy twat all over my face. Oh yes, and she would piss, piss in my mouth, on my face, on my tits. She'd probably press her cunt against mine and piss in it. And would she actually try to enter my ass with her leg, pointing her little painted toes and shoving her foot inside me, twisting and pushing until her knee went in past my hole. Yes, of course she would. Jason would insist. What was keeping them, I wondered. Someone should be with me. It wasn't like them to all go off and leave me alone for so long. It was time for another enema. I was due for a feeding. I was getting thirsty. Besides, I needed to piss. I'd never called out before. It was the only way. I yelled out, "Hey! Is anybody out there? Hey! I have to pee, damnit!" A few minutes later, Greg popped his head in the door and said, "Can you just wait fifteen minutes? Me and Arthur are watching Scoobie Doo." "Where's Jason?" "I don't know, probably over at Sherry's. He has a car now. He's always at Sherry's." "All right, but right after Scoobie Doo, I'm going to need some attention." Damn! I thought. I need professional help. My kids were already getting bored with me and the game. Fifteen minutes later, they proved me wrong. I got more attention than I wanted. Jason had obviously had a chance to talk to them before leaving. They walked in and stripped. While Greg deftly inserted the catheter and drained my bladder, Arthur sat on my chest squirting pee into my mouth. After pissing, he demanded a blow job. Greg was next. Greg fucked me while I blew his brother. After they came, they switched. After they'd cum twice, they both wanted to arm fuck my ass, and did. After playing with my body for an hour, they got serious and administered my enema. My ass drank down the quart of coffee. The thick bottle plugging my butt actually felt good. I liked the position they put me in to receive the bottle. They pulled the leg ropes until my feet touched the rail, lifting my ass high. I rested on my shoulder blades with my ass sticking straight up. With my chin tucked into my chest, I got a good look at the insertion of the bottle. I watched my ass gulp the coffee and felt the fluid pour down my colon walls. While this was going on, the boys spoon fed me and played with my tits. The treatment must have been working, because I was feeling much better. The baby food even tasted better. After my ass consumed the bottle's contents, I was lowered to the bed. I slept after they left. I awoke when Jason entered the room, leading a smiling Sherry. I couldn't help but blush as she came to stand at the foot of the bed, staring up between my parted legs at my naked pussy and at that bottle still imbedded in my ass. Greg and Arthur followed them in. She said, "Man, this is too much. I thought you were bull-shitting me, Jason. Wow, this is great!" Jason said, "This is nothing. Wait till you see her drink." He obviously hadn't told her everything. I wondered if he told her he had fucked me. She leaned over the end of the bed and reached out for my pussy. She cupped my sex then entered me with three fingers, saying, "So, you finally got to fuck mommy's pussy. Did you feel anything, Jason? Shit, this must be the biggest cunt in the world. I'll bet I can get my whole hand up there. I can feel the bottle through her twat. This is so weird." Jason said to Greg and Arthur, "You guys fuck her yet?" They both nodded. Jason turned to Sherry and said, "Go ahead. Your hand will be a good one to start with. You better pull the bottle out of her ass, though." I groaned as Sherry yanked the bottle from my butt. I groaned as she pursed her fingers together and pushed in hard at my vaginal opening. Her hand went in gradually. I grit my teeth and strained as the widest part went past my ring of muscle. Once inside, she balled her fist. My cunt gripped her wrist as Sherry exclaimed, "Un-fucking real. Look at this. I'll bet she could fuck a horse." With that, Sherry began a fucking motion that instantly felt marvelous until she started fucking hard, actually punching my womb, jarring my whole body. Jason urged her on above my protests. I reached a climax above my protests. Sherry drew out and wiped her slimy hand on my inner thighs. I could feel my cunt gaping open, allowing cool air deep inside. Jason placed two folded towels under my head and shoulders, then mounted the footstool, freeing his cock. He said, "Watch this, Sherry." Knowing what was coming, I turned my head and waited. Jason aimed his limp cock at my face, grunted, then released a stream of piss that splashed off my cheek. I turned toward the stream and captured the stream in my wide open mouth. I swallowed hard and fast while straining to close the gap. Jason met me half way and my mouth engulfed his member. I nursed and heard Sherry exclaim, "Holy shit!" "This is the only fluid she's allowed to have, piss." "No shit! That's all she drinks?" "Yeah, anything else might react with the medicine. Piss is sterile; did you know that?" "Who cares. Hurry up, I want a turn." Sherry was busy stripping out of her clothes. Greg and Arthur followed suit. Jason finished and drew away, allowing Sherry to mount the bed. She climbed up and sat on my chest, grinning at me with her feet by my ears. She spread her cunt lips and said, "Open wide Mrs. Miller." Her flow started at once, drenching my face. I sputtered and coughed trying to capture her amber stream. She laughed and made the task difficult. I raised my head, trying to get my mouth close to her piss hole. The little darling moved her cunt to my mouth but cut her flow. I fastened my mouth to her piss hole and sucked. Sherry giggled, then gave me a quick squirt. She got up on her feet and squatted over my face, waving her pussy all around. I followed, trying to maintain the exciting contact. The boys peered in from every angle, taunting me. Sherry smeared her cunt juices all over my face then settled to rocking her slit over my mouth and nose. I kept my tongue fully extended, plowing through her moist furrow. She teased, "There's lots of Jason's sperm in there. You like it, don't you?" Instead of answering, I stabbed my tongue up her hole and rimmed her twat. She eased up and positioned her piss hole directly over my out-reaching tongue. She let her piss dribble onto my tongue tip and into my mouth. After she finished amusing herself, Jason asked her if she'd like to leg fuck my ass. She looked delighted and scurried down to my ass. The boys washed her right leg, trimmed and buffed her toe nails, then gathered for the show. Sherry pointed her toes at my slightly elevated gaping asshole. I strained to watch. Her foot entered me with surprising ease. She gently took possession of my colon by slowly gaining entry. When her calf passed my sphincter, I could feel intense pressure on my diaphragm. I groaned and gasped for breath. I could feel her wiggling her toes in my guts. Jason warned her of my breathing problem. She arched her foot back and gave relief. This also allowed her to get in past the knee. While lying on her back with her leg up my ass, she beckoned my son to mount her. Jason wasted no time and climbed over my body. I watched him insert his cock in her delightful pussy, then watched my son's balls bounce against her ass. I sucked on his big toe while he screwed his little girlfriend. Greg and Arthur were not idle. Greg came up and fed me his cock while Arthur amused himself with my titties. We had a real orgy of fuck lust going on until Sherry came and shoved her buried foot hard against my diaphragm. She expelled the air from my lungs in a whoosh. I gasped for air while she went through her orgasmic convulsions. I was turning blue before she relaxed and eased her leg out. Sherry crawled up over me facing me pussy and bringing her sperm drooling cunt to my face. I fastened my mouth to her hole and sucked ravenously while she giggled, wiggled, and toyed with my pussy. While in this position, she invited Greg and Arthur to fuck her. I mouthed their genitals as they did. After Arthur deposited his load in Sherry's cunt, Sherry got up and sat on my upper chest, scooting her pussy up to my slavishly sucking lips. She sat casually with her legs drawn up and her elbows resting on her knees, watching me lick her cunt. She said, "I'm moving in with you guys. Walter invited me, and Mom said I could. Me and Jason are going to get married some day. Jason said he's going to give you to me for a wedding present. We're taking you on our honeymoon." I looked up and smiled. I said, "I think that's wonderful, Sherry." Wendy came to visit me the next morning. She looked pleased. She told me that if I continued to show improvement, I might experience a miraculous recovery. She winked, blew a kiss, and left. I gave them their rapid recovery. I became a raging bed- bound, son-loving, cunt sucking slut. I was insatiable. I made vows and declarations of my sexual servitude. I even signed contracts with a pen clamped in my teeth. I had a miraculous recovery two weeks early. I have been married to Walter for two years now. I am everything he has always wanted in a wife. I am also everything my sons always wanted in a mother. Sherry and Jason get married next week. We're going to Cancun. The End -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |