"The Treatment" By: Tiffany I could not believe my luck. After being a single mother of three for twelve years, and struggling from pay check to pay check, I met a man that wanted to marry me after one date. He offered to adopt my three children and keep me at home doing the things I love doing: cooking, mothering, and painting. Walter Quintana was pushing sixty and twenty-five years my senior. Though not my ideal man, he was distinguished, knew lots of interesting and important people, and was rich by my standards. My sons took an instant liking to Walter because he was liberal with his cash, offered them beer, and let them browse his extensive collection of girlie magazines. Those things did not set well with me, but I kept silent. My boys have been a hand full ever since the first one, Jason, entered puberty four years ago. Greg doubled my trouble two years later, and my youngest, Arthur, had just begun talking squeaky and leaving those tell-tale spots on his sheets. The thought of my little sex fiends having unlimited access to pornography left me with a cold chill. Add alcohol to that mix and I could see real trouble in the mansion. None-the-less, I quelled my apprehensions and accepted Walter's proposal and his suggestion that we move in together for a few weeks before the wedding. Walter wanted me to quit my job and offered to maintain my apartment. He said he'd give me five thousand dollars as a parting gift if things didn't work out. I was determined that things would work out. During those two weeks I never uttered a protest or made a single complaint, though I had plenty to complain about. My boys quickly became impossible to control. Walter seemed to be testing my tolerance. Always a very touchy-feely guy, he continued that practice regardless of who was in the room or what room we were in. To have a hand grab my crotch with one or more of my boys grinning at me was a novel and unwelcome sensation. Not being able to slap the shit out of the guy that did it was even more novel. Walter had another nuance that I found particularly unnerving; he liked to playfully call me demeaning terms, like bitch, cunt, and whore. These were always said with a smile and followed by a kiss, but in the presence of my children, it was difficult to bear. When they started doing it, Walter loved it. I was almost ready to take the five grand and walk. I stayed but resolved that after the wedding there would be some major changes. Our state is a community property state and I made it clear that I would not sign a pre-nuptial agreement. I even visited an attorney without Walter's knowledge to verify what my rights would be one day after the wedding. What I learned was that I'd be half rich. I'm not a gold digger, but with that knowledge I had options and leverage. I intended to use those to get my way. The day after the wedding, the beer would go, the magazines would go, and they would all show me the respect I deserved as a wife and mother. If not, Walter would go. I was sitting on the couch with Walter two days before the wedding. We were watching TV. From Jason's room came the familiar call that sent chills up my spine. "Hey, BITCH! Bring me a fuckin' beer!" I forced a smile. Walter said, "Boys will be boys." I delivered the beer to Jason who was lying on his back, propped up on a pillow, and jerking off while looking at Miss November. All three of my boys get a big kick out of having me catch them jerking off. They also like to deposit their youthful seed where they know I'll have to handle it, like on pillow cases and in socks. I handed Jason the beer with fire in my eyes and said, "You just wait, young man. I'm going to remember this. I'm writing everything down." He just gave me a hard look, pointed his prick at me, and jerked faster. I left steaming. I plopped down beside Walter and smiled, saying, "Oh, those boys. They drive me nuts. I hope you won't mind if I make a few little changes after we're married." "That will be your prerogative. After all, half of this will be yours. I intend to leave the running of this house to you, dear. Just to humor me, though, don't make any changes until then, okay?" This unexpected news thrilled me, and I quickly said yes. From that moment on I could take anything. When Jason next called me, I walked in smiling. He had just ejaculated all over his stomach and upper thighs. I handed him the beer and said, "Can I get you a warm wash cloth?" "Yeah, cunt. You can clean this fuckin' mess up, too." I returned seconds later, knelt by his bed, and dutifully swabbed-up his semen. I pinched the deflated head of his penis to wipe along its length and clean his balls. Jason loved this intimate attention from me, as it was the first time in his memory that I'd touched his penis. He'd die if he knew I'd regularly sucked all three of them as babies to get them to fall asleep. It was their father's idea. He got a big charge out of watching. After I tossed his lazy ass out, my boys learned to fall asleep the normal way. The evening before the wedding, Walter and I sat together on the couch. He was wondering why we hadn't received the results back from our blood tests and was worried that the wedding might have to be postponed. It was no big deal. We planned a simple JP ceremony at the court house, but I became anxious. Moments later, the phone beside me rang. I picked up. The professional sounding male voice said, "Is this Ann Taylor?" "Yes, yes it is." "Miss Taylor, this is Dr. Greendale from the clinic. I'm afraid I have some rather disturbing news. I'd prefer to discuss this in detail in a more suitable setting, but time is of the essence. In brief, your blood test revealed the presence of a rare toxin. The tests are conclusive. You have what's called lymphatic toxicoma." "Lymphatic toxicoma? Is it serious?" "I'm afraid it's very serious - life threatening if not treated in time. Tell me, are your joints hurting you at all?" "Well, no, not really." "Excellent. That means we can use chemotherapy. Ann, I can now give you some good news. We can treat your condition with drugs, and the treatment only takes thirty days. Afterwards, you'll be free of this condition." I let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's about time I heard something positive. So, do I need to make an appointment or something? I have a wedding tomorrow at noon." I'm afraid the wedding must wait until we can clear your test. The Center for Disease Control has a strict rule on this condition. Although the disease can not be communicated while the drugs are being administered, it is a very rare and dangerous communicable venereal disease." "Where did I get it?" "I don't want to get into that over the phone. I'll need a detailed sex history from you - another CDC requirement. Ann, is there anyone with you?" "Yes, Walter my fiancee is right here." "Don't move. Tell him to hold the phone to your ear for you." "But why, I'm perfectly..." "Please, Ann, just do as I say." I told Walter and he held the phone. "Okay, now very gingerly release the phone and let your arm fall and rest at your side. Do not move your fingers or wrist joints!" Fear rose in me as I complied. I said, "Why, what's wrong?" "I'm coming to you with a team of specialists, Ann. It is absolutely important that you not move any joints until we arrive. The toxin acts on the cartilage between your joints. Movement speeds up the action and provides a pathway into the central tissue. If the toxin gets inside the cartilage, the drugs can't neutralize them. We may still cure you, but you could easily loose fingers, hands, feet, even entire limbs. If you haven't felt any pain it's not likely to have happened yet, but this is too serious to take a chance. Can you remain totally immobile for thirty minutes?" I said a very firm yes. The doctor hung up. I explained the situation to Walter, talking through clenched teeth, head straight forward, trying not to move my jaw. Walter immediately went for his medical encyclopedia. He found the section right away and read me the short article. It was what Dr. Greendale had told me, plus we learned that it only affected the joints of the outer extremities from the elbows and knees down. Treatment called for immobilization of vulnerable joints and chemotherapy. That was a small relief, and I timidly relaxed my jaw and neck. What I found shocking was that the drugs were administered twice daily through high colonic enemas. Walter put the book away and sat beside me, saying, "Well, look on the bright side. It's curable and they caught it before any damage was done." I said, "Yes, I'm a very lucky lady, but this is too serious for me to start celebrating my good luck. By the way, the wedding has to be postponed for at least a month." "Damn! Well, look, the deal is still valid as far as I'm concerned, and I'll pick up the full medical expenses besides. I'll arrange to hold your apartment for another month." "Oh, Walter. You are a prince." Walter called my boys in and gave them the full story. They looked on with sad worried eyes. I said, "It looks like you kids will have to get your own beer for a while. And Jason, you can clean your own jerk-off messes." He scowled at me for embarrassing him, but it felt good to see him blush for a change. Dr. Greendale arrived on time and was accompanied by three assistants, two male and one female. All but the nurse wore light blue medical smocks with name plaque badges that identified them as DR. RN. Technician, Therapist and so forth. She wore a sexy white nurse's uniform. They all looked and acted professional, and I hadn't the slightest inkling they weren't what they pretended to be. Dr. Greendale explained the disease and treatment in more detail. He explained the necessity of applying casts to mid-thigh and mid-upper arm. As his assistants prepared the materials, he said, "Fortunately, I see you have three helpers living with you. You're lucky they are out of school for the summer. We can train them to care for you and administer the treatments. Of course, you could hire round the clock nurses, but that can be very expensive." I said, "What do I need nurses for?" "Ann, these casts are very heavy. I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything for yourself. Basically, you'll be bed-ridden. Now, I'll need to cut your clothes off of you." He made a move towards my skirt with a pair of scissors and I freaked. My three boys were gawking at me. I said, "Wait! Not with them in here. Walter, can we talk privately?" Walter ushered everyone into the den and shut the door. He came back and sat beside me. I said, "Walter, sweetheart, I don't want those kids looking after me. They've never seen me naked and I want to keep it that way; besides, there's no way I want them attending to my toilet or giving me sponge baths. Giving me enemas is out of the question. Hire me a nurse, please!" Walter looked pensive, then said, "Look, Ann. I'll be totally honest with you. One of my biggest fantasies is of a beautiful, sexy mother being helpless and at the mercy of her horny kids. I prefer scenarios that involve nasty young girls, but any kids will do. This situation has fallen into my lap like a gift from heaven. Please don't ask me to forfeit it and spend thousands of dollars unnecessarily in the process." This revelation was not a total surprise to me. Whenever we made love, Walter made me recount every improper act that my boys have ever perpetrated on me. Lately, there had been many and I fully understood his motives for wanting me to tolerate the situation. I said, "Sweetheart, I understand what you want, but this is no game. You don't know what you're asking. I have no idea what those boys are capable of. I don't know if I could survive the humiliation of having them see my naked vagina, much less wiping my butt. As for sex, who knows what they might try. I'll be totally helpless." Walter smiled with a gleam in his eye. I knew I said the wrong thing. He said, "That's right. I could live off the memories for the rest of my life." I knew right then that there was no chance of getting a nurse. My options were few. I had no medical insurance. I pleaded, "Please, Walter! If I do this for you, will you at least lay some ground rules for them and rigidly enforce them." "No, that would defeat my purpose. I want them to feel free to do with you whatever pleases them. I have no intention of interfering. It will do you no good to cry to me for help, either. I won't lift a finger. I'm sorry, Ann, but I can't pass this chance up. I'd never get another in a million lifetimes." I still had the option of halting our engagement. I figured the doctor would commit me to the state hospital. I've heard horror stories about those places. Finally, I said, "Bring them in." Soon they were all crowded around as Dr. Greendale began snipping his way up the center of my skirt. I wanted to die as he folded the flaps back and exposed my panties. Greg slyly pointed out the stray pubic hairs peeking out from under the leg bands. Dr. Greendale's scissors continued up through my pull-over. He parted it and cut down the length of each sleeve. I had little time to adjust to being in my bra and panties when he snipped the bra in the center and cut the two shoulder straps. He bared my breasts and the boys' eyes lit up. I groaned as he inserted his scissors down the center of my panty waist band and cut his way to the left leg hole. He then cut straight across the crotch, saying, "I'm afraid these have to go, too. Once the casts are on you wouldn't be able to get them off without cutting anyway. And you may as well adjust to having your sons see you in your birthday suit. They'll be bathing you twice a day among other things." I closed my eyes as he stepped back and revealed my exposed vagina. I cursed the fact that I'd been sitting in a relaxed, unladylike position when he first called and didn't have the courage to move my knees together. I could feel the cool air on my inner membranes, and my damn clit began climbing up to take a look around. I closed my eyes and listened to my sons' giggles. Dr. Greendale took up a clipboard and said, "I need to get this CDC sexual history questionnaire filled out. I'm afraid it's rather personal. I must warn you that falsifying information can lead to arrest and/or a stiff fine. They're very serious about this, Ann. Perhaps you'd like to handle this in private." I nodded firmly, but Walter piped in, saying, "I'm sure Ann has nothing to hide. Go ahead, Doctor." I gave Walter a nasty look. The doctor said, "Very well." He then began asking me extremely detailed questions. I was so intimidated by the threat from the CDC that I answered them truthfully. Before the humiliating experience was over, I'd explained my masturbation habits, including frequency and technique. I explained my fist sexual encounter; my first oral sex; my first anal experience; my love of enemas; my several acts of infidelity; and the catalog of lovers I'd had since divorcing my husband. By the time I was through, I was not just physically laid bare, but spiritually and emotionally as well. I felt like a cheap slut. My kids were looking at me like I was a cheap slut, also. My traitorous vagina reveled in my exposure, embarrassing me further by opening up and pouring my juices down the crack of my ass and wetting the sofa cushion. After the questionnaire, the team went to work and applied soft gauss padding wherever the cast would be applied, being extremely careful not to move me unnecessarily. Water-soaked plaster strips were continually applied until both my legs were covered by a thick cast. They cast my legs as they were positioned, bent ninety degrees at the knee. While the leg cast set-up, they started on my arms, setting them just as they rested. After encasing my arms, they went back to my legs and Dr. Greendale explained that they could now lift and move my leg to complete the casting of my feet and setting eyebolts in the ends at the toes. I groaned as they lifted my right leg and yawned my pussy. I groaned doubly when, afterwards, they set it far to the right and then lifted my left. The boys gathered at my crotch and gawked at my spread beaver. I swear they could see my tonsils. I could see that Walter was enjoying himself. He had a hardon that threatened to destroy a new pair of slacks. When all work was done and the casts were set, I sat like a fool, helpless and exposed. I tried to lift my arms, but the weight was almost too much. The legs were impossible to move on my own. My casts were much bigger than ordinary casts for broken bones and at the ends of each was a strong eyebolt. These, he explained, facilitated suspension and greatly added to my comfort. He said they would then begin installing the hardware necessary for my home care. They turned the guest bedroom into a treatment room. I watched a hospital bed being wheeled in and heard drilling and hammering. The decent thing for them to do after finishing my casts would have been to throw a sheet over my naked body. Not only was I not given a sheet, but they left my legs widely parted. That was the only non-professional act I observed. They ignored the way my kids gathered between my legs and studied my intimate anatomy. I looked to Walter with a face as red as a used tampon and said, "I hope you're satisfied." He simply smiled. After two hours on the couch, I was lifted by the men and placed on my back in the bed. Overhead was a traction frame of heavy chrome steel with chrome rings every six inches. Dr. Greendale demonstrated the utility of the setup by clipping a cotton rope to the eyebolt on the toe of my right leg cast, running the tail end through a ring and drawing my leg up in the air. He did the same with the my left leg. When he secured the ends, I was helplessly spread and my backside barely rested on the bed. It did feel good being relieved of all that weight, but I felt so exposed and vulnerable. He secured my arms out to the sides and I felt especially vulnerable. I must have looked like a dead cockroach. He then demonstrated the electronic controls. The control hummed and the entire framework rose, lifting me clear of the bed by over a foot. He paused to point out the facility of being able to easily attend my toilet and bathing needs. They placed a child's wading pool on the bed beneath me. He then took a water wand and startled me by spraying my crotch. It was then I noticed the hose coming in through the window. I also noticed the series of eyebolts installed on the walls and ceiling. He adjusted the spray to a pulse mode and pulsed my exposed anus, saying, "You won't have to deal with messy toilet paper with this device." He then absent-mindedly brought the pulsing jets up my crack to my clit. I jerked and brought my head up. He said, "Oh, excuse me, Ann." The boys got a big laugh out of that. The nurse enjoyed it especially. She brought a tissue to my pussy and rubbed me dry, smiling and saying, "We both know what that thing is good for, don't we." This was my first real inkling that this was a setup. The way she said it and the way they all laughed, not to mention the unprofessional way she dried my pussy told me I was in deep trouble. I felt like such an idiot. I knew I was screwed. I saw no way out. Even if I screamed my head off it would only get me a gag. I decided right then to go ahead and play along. I felt like I deserved whatever happened. I wasn't even angry with Walter. I should have suspected. Even a total idiot can put two and two together. I couldn't blame my boys; they were just being boys. Who could really blame them for taking advantage of the situation. I was sure they weren't in on it, and they seemed to believe the story. Actually, all of the burden was off me. I had no say over anything. I was as helpless and vulnerable as any woman could be. If they could live with their consciences, then more power to them was the way I saw it. After this demonstration, the nurse took charge and ushered the men from the room, directing the boys to stay. This woman was the image of the buxom babe dressed up as a sexy nurse like you see on adult sit-coms. Her uniform was short and open at the chest to show ample cleavage. Her hair was wildly sculpted and piled, accented by her cute nurse's cap. Unlike most nurses, she wore make-up, professionally applied. After shutting the door behind the men, she locked it. She turned sensuously, leaned against the door, and said in a sultry, sexy voice, "Before I explain how you take care of Mommy's hygiene needs, would you boys mind if I have a little fun with her first." I swear, I was never so shocked in my life. I looked at her like she was crazy. She sucked her finger then traced her painted fingernail teasingly over her breast mound and undid three buttons. My boys were staring at her with their eyes out on springs, nodding in unison. She began taking off her clothes while saying, "Promise not to tell, okay?" Their eyeballs were flopping all around; mine were bugged out pretty far as well. This woman had a body that wouldn't quit and absolutely gorgeous besides. She was naked under her uniform and after dropping it, posed like a glamour model. Aside from pendulous breasts with hard prominent nipples, her pussy was shaved bare. She dipped a finger into her slit and twirled it in her wetness, then brought it up and applied that wetness to her lips like lip gloss. She told Jason to remove the pool and lower me to the bed. She advance towards me, coming up on my left with an exaggerated sexy sway. She leaned over my head and pursed her lips for a kiss. I just stared at her in disbelief as Jason, Greg, and Arthur hurriedly got into positions to watch. Arthur actually climbed onto the bed and lay across my body, using my abdomen as a rest for his bony elbows and cupping my breasts in his small hands. Jason and Greg were leaning in from my right, anxiously waiting to see my lips touch hers. I drew my head back as her lips came nearer. I tried to twist away, but she held my head with both hands. When contact seemed immanent, I bit at her lips. She drew back and reached to my left nipple, giving it a painful pinch. She kept my nipple between the nails of her thumb and forefinger and slowly brought her lips back to mine. I held perfectly still and let her seal her mouth to mine. Her soft feminine lips and erotic perfume made my head spin. Her tongue teased inside my lips and over my clenched teeth. I could tell she wanted in my mouth and felt a slight building pressure on my nipple. I slowly relaxed my jaw and accepted her silky tongue. She took her hand off my tit and ran it down to my pussy. We kissed passionately as her finger slipped inside me. The boys moved about, equally delighted by the sight of my tongue searching out her mouth or her fingers turning my cunt into a soupy mess. She brought me off with her finger and I moaned in helpless ecstasy. She climbed off the bed and gathered my hair in a pony tail coming off the top of my head. I was puzzled by this until she tied it in an over-hand knot and slipped a noose over it. The boys were curious about this, but when she climbed up and straddled my head then brought the rope up her back and passed the tail end through a ring in a cross bar, they seemed to catch on at once. I stared up into my first pussy, a pussy getting poised over my mouth. I felt the slight tug on my hair knot as she handed the tail end to Arthur who was kneeling on the bed between my legs. Jason and Greg leaned in from both sides peering into the space between her crotch and my face. She lowered herself over my body with her pubic bone on my upper chest. I looked into her spread beaver as she moved her knees out and in line with my shoulders. She reached back with both hands and lewdly pulled her cheeks apart. It was the most vulgar sight you could imagine. Her hairless sex yawned wide like a huge toothless mouth. It was shockingly vulgar, but I found it erotic as hell. She was sopping wet. I groaned in despair and said, "Please don't!" She obviously gave Arthur the signal, because my head suddenly got yanked up. My head was like a baseball and her beaver was the catcher's mitt. Her wet flesh sealed my face. I couldn't see or breathe. I could hear, and I heard her moans and their laughs. Seconds later, the tension released; my head fell to the mattress. I just had time for a few quick breaths, then...Twack! Strike two! This bizarre game continued until I stopped dropping my head. I kept my face in her cunt to avoid having my hair yanked. I was able to control my breathing and as long as I kept my face in tight contact with her cunt between breaths, she didn't make Arthur yank. I thought this was very clever of her because to the boys it appeared I was willingly eating her out. They were, in fact, cheering me on. I said to myself, "What the hell." To tell the truth, I found the feel, taste, and smell of her pussy intoxicating. I began licking her in earnest, giving them the show they wanted. They delighted at seeing my tongue fully extended and being drawn up the full length of her slit. I repeated this often, since they liked it so much. She liked it too, but occasionally wanted her clit sucked. This I willing did, bringing her to orgasm. After her orgasm, I lapped at her weeping hole. My sons marveled at my willingness to lick up her pussy juices. While remaining in place, and while I attended her delicious pussy, she called the boys to my crotch and proceeded to give them an anatomy lesson. I found this highly erotic and amusing at first. After explaining my basic hygiene needs and going over the parts of my pussy, she began demonstrating the use of various tools that came with the bed. Besides the water wand, there were a variety of phallic vibrators, enema attachments, a pussy spreader, an anal stretcher, and a urinary catheter. She demonstrated the administration of a high colonic. I grunted and strained as she shoved four feet of soft rubber tubing up my entrails. I took what seemed like gallons of water making my belly swell up. She let me cry and beg for relief for five minutes. She teased me by jostling my abdomen, making my innards slosh. The boys thought that was hilarious. After five minutes, she eased the tube to within a few inches of coming out, placed the end of the tube into a pail on the floor, and emptied the contents of my colon into that pail. The process was repeated until the water poured out clear. I then had the uncomfortable experience of having my sphincter slowly stretched until a baseball bat could go in without touching the walls. They used a flashlight to peer inside me. I groaned when she said, "If you work her up to it, she can easily take your arms up her ass clear to your arm pits. Be careful to always make sure your nails are cut short and buffed and never ever insert any breakable or sharp objects or apply force." Strange as this may seem, I thrilled at these provocative words. You see, I've always been very anal. The very idea of taking a child's arm totally inside me was intriguing to say the least. Next, she explained how the medicine was to be administered. She had Jason raise my legs to the highest by pulling on the ropes and re-fastening them. My toes touched the rings and I was resting on my shoulders. My ass was two feet off the bed. She asked for a bottle from a case of them. I saw the bottle as Greg handed it to her. It looked to hold a about a quart. The body was seamless plastic and had a slight hour glass shape. She removed the screw-on cap, lubricated the outside with petroleum jelly, then placed the short neck in my ass and pushed hard. After the stretching, the bottle went in easily, but not without making my eyes cross. I looked past her kneeling form and watched my ass gurgle down the coffee colored liquid (it was, in fact, coffee). She told them to clean me out twice a day and give me one bottle after each cleaning. After the bottle drained, she said, "Leave her in this position for one hour with the bottle inside. After that, you may return her to any position. You may want to leave the bottle inside to keep her from leaking. The only negative side effect is that she may never be able to use her bowels again in a normal way. On the other hand, she'll have a handy place to store things." This brought howls of laughter. This news also had my imagination stirred. I was never all that fond of the normal way. I wondered if wine or beer could be absorbed through the colon. The next outrage was the catheter. For this I was lowered prematurely. She showed them how to drain my bladder by slowly inserting a thin plastic tube through my piss hole clear to my bladder. They each practiced several times. She explained that in a hospital, they would normally leave a catheter in place draining into a bag suspended from the bed frame. She said, "You might want to drain it as needed if you want to play with her pussy." She then removed the catheter and used the spreader and opened my pussy so wide that I swear Arthur could have stuck his head in and wiggled his ears. My grunts and groans didn't seem to bother anyone and Jason urged her to open it more and more. She made them scrub up using a basin on my bedstand. Afterwards, they were invited to reach in and feel around. Their little hands roughly explored my vaginal cavity and they thumped my cervix and squeezed my womb. To my absolute horror, she said, "You'll find that the vagina is an incredibly elastic and resilient organ. It can adjust to incredible extremes over time and if done with care you could turn her into a champion fist fucker. If you do that, though, she'll never get pleasure from an ordinary penis. She'll become dependent on you guys to get her off. She's your mom, you do with her what you want. Three firm rules, though, never blow air or water in there under pressure, no sharp objects, and no chemical substances. Other than that, experiment and have fun. Oh, and be sure to wash thoroughly anything you place inside her. There's plenty of surgical soap, use it liberally or you'll give her pussy an infection." My mind was numb after hearing this, but it wasn't over yet. I listened closely as she said, "Now, for her diet. She's to be fed only baby food. If you mix in some semen, she'll get all the nutrients she requires. She's to get no liquids. Her only source of liquid must be urine, pee. Urine from a healthy bladder is sterile. They used to use it to clean battlefield wounds. I'm sure you guys can figure out where she can get plenty of nice sterile urine, can't you?" Greg said in astonishment, "You mean she has to drink piss?" "That's right." "Our piss?" "That would be the logical source, and you do have that handy straw between your legs." Jason said, "Far fucking out. You mean Mom has to let us piss in her mouth." "Unless she wants to go thirsty. I'm serious, any other liquid might react with the medication. She might die from a simple glass of water. She might hold off for a day or two, but after the first time, she'll love nursing piss from your peckers. Look, would you like me to break her in for you? I could use a good piss." She was still straddling my head, laying supine over my body. The boys eagerly accepted her offer and gathered at my head. She moved her cunt over my head and reached back to spread her lips, exposing her piss hole. She took my clit in her nails and said, "You heard me, Ann. I said, I have to piss. If you don't glue your mouth to my cunt right now, I'm going to piss all over you and you can just soak in it until they clean you up." I raised up and sealed my mouth over her hole. Immediately a warm flow filled my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. It wasn't bad; I was surprised. Knowing that piss was sterile made it easier. I don't know why I believed her story, but she acted like she knew about these things. I learned more about the female anatomy in the two hours she spent training my boys then I'd learned in thirty-five years owning a vagina. When she finished pissing, I licked her slit for good measure. She climbed off and stood looking over me. She said, "I'll leave you guys alone now. You boys take good care of her and try not to get too carried away. Take everything gradually, build up slowly and there should be no problem. If you boys are smart, you'd take advantage of this treatment time to train and condition her. If you concentrate on bringing her pleasure and making this the most memorable experience of her life, she will probably continue serving you long after her casts come off. She can easily get addicted to pleasure only you guys can provide. On the other hand, if you just want to torment her and use her selfishly, you can do that too. Of course, after she gets up and about, she'll probably grab the first train out of town and you'll be on your own. It's all up to you; she's completely at your mercy. So far, the only one she can be mad at is me, and I think she likes me. Don't you guys think so?" They agreed. She was stroking my forehead. She looked into my eyes and I smiled. She brought her face close and I lifted to kiss her lovingly. She let me demonstrate my true affection in a long kiss that she passively accepted. As she drew away, I followed to the limits of my bonds. I said, "Will you visit from time to time?" "Will you beg to lick my pussy and drink my piss?" "Yes, I swear." "See how this works, boys. I now have a personal cunt lapper and porta-pottie. You can, too. Wouldn't it be nice to come home from a date with Sally Tightwat with a bad case of blue balls. You could bend Mommy over a chair or table and throw her a fuck. Or if you're watching a good movie and you have to piss. Wouldn't it be convenient to simply say, 'Hey, Mom, I gotta pee.' And she comes right over and drains your bladder, then stays to suck you off." They all nodded in agreement. She said, "Well, you can start training her right now." She dressed and left with a smile and a blown kiss. Jason untied the knot in my hair. Greg asked if my position was okay. Arthur got between my legs and softly washed my ass and vagina. I breathed deeply, let out a long sigh, and stared at the ceiling, trying to absorb all that had happened. 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 and 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 looked to him and 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. 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 cock. 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 wading pool beneath me and took the water wand and 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 pool. I could feel cool air enter my colon. My sphincter no longer contracted and I knew he could see easily 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 fell 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 lolled 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. It 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. With my arms and legs set in casts at ninety degree bends, I looked like a dead bug. 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 it 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 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 it's not bad once you get used to it. Drinking it warm, right from the body is much better than cold from a mug. If it 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 it. 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. 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 it 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 sucking mouth to her piss hole and sucked. Sherry giggled, then gave 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 out. 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 gently 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 diaphram. 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 revenously 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 arms 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. 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