Upon returning home after thoroughly destroying mom's body and half of her mind at the cabin, there was a new pecking order and she was at the bottom. This position made everyone, including her, very happy for a brief time. Unfortunately "living happily ever after" came to a halt within days. Honey and I fucked up a storm at my place. The first few days back couldn't have been better as far as she and I were concerned. Mom however began to get on our nerves fast.

You'd think that after what was done to her at the cabin she would have been satisfied for a while, but not mom. She started to whine that I wasn't giving her any attention, once she dragged her beaten, bruised and burned body from the bed we'd dumped her on when we got back. She picked a real bad time to start in; I had just begun to feed my stiff cock into that winking spot between Honey's bouncy buns and she was happily making it disappear inch by inch as I pushed while she grunted and tried to relax that tough muscle surrounding her starfish.

Honey was more cool about mom's interruption than I was. She suggested that mom get down and start licking her pussy while I was reaming out her asshole. It worked out pretty well and Honey even got off before I flooded her colon with a huge load. Later she told me the idea of having my mom beneath her, swamping out her cunt got her really hot. Still I had to show mom that things had changed permanently.

I made mom stand with her hands on the top of her head and her legs spread wide. She hadn't bothered to put any clothes on when she barged in on us, so I had a good chance to see all the damage that had been inflicted on her. It got me hard to see those big tits all covered with every imaginable mark that could be made. They must have snuffed out a carton of cigarettes on those big boobs and it showed. Her big nipples were two black scabs from all the burning they'd taken plus having been crushed with pliers about a dozen times. There were so many whip marks on those swollen purple bags that you couldn't separate any of them, because they just overlapped one another.

Her cunt was still swollen around the mouth from all the cigarette burns and the whipping it had taken when they weren't seeing what big thing they could force up her cunt. I still remember not believing my eyes when her cunt swallowed nearly an entire wine bottle, bottom first. Then when they heated the bottle, the stench made me sick as she screamed and screamed until someone punched her in the face to quiet her down.

Mom had to start learning her place, and there was no time like the present. My knee caught her dead on, lifting her off her feet as it flattened her swollen cunt and drove all the air from her lungs. She crumpled and rolled into a fetal position as she tried to get some air. I took this opportunity to kick her in the ribs a couple of times. She flopped around in agony, but I wasn't done with her yet. I reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and started beating her head against the floor. Lucky for mom there was carpet or I might have fractured her skull. She started blubbering that I didn't love her and accused Honey of trying to steal me away from her. All that got her was another kick in the crotch as she lay flat on her back gasping and crying. Things got real quiet as soon as that kick parted her cunt lips. Mom was finished complaining for the rest of the day.

To make sure that she wouldn't be bothering us while we worked up a sweat doing the nasty, I dragged her upstairs to her bedroom and with Honey's help we spread-eagled her on the bed and roped her wrists and ankles to the corners. Honey used a pair of mom's panties to gag her, and I finished matters by using some duct tape to keep the gag in place. We went back downstairs and got back to doing what came naturally. By the time we came up for air it was dark outside and Honey took off before her mother called the cops to find her.

I looked in on mom to discover that she had wet the bed big time. I guess the dumb cunt hadn't bothered to make a pit stop once she woke up. Instead she just wanted to bust my chops; well she could wallow in that piss bath until morning, I was too tired to screw with that mess right now. After something to eat, I crashed; it had been a very long day and I was beat.

I awoke late and barely had time to dress, grab my books and head for the school bus stop. On the way out, I untied one of mom's wrists from the bedpost and let her figure out how to get herself free. The day dragged on and on, but at last came to an end. I met Honey outside of school and we walked back to my place so we could talk over what to do with my mom. By the time we got to my place, a plan of sorts had been created.

Mom had figured a way to get out of the rest of the ropes and was waiting in the living room when we walked in. All she wore was a housecoat and as soon as she laid eyes on me, off it came to give me a view of what she had to offer. "Let's fuck right here on the floor, I really need some cock bad, real bad." I glanced over at Honey, who was trying to stiffle a grin, and sighed. I debated about kicking mom in the cunt and giving her a good stomping for her troubles, but decided that wasn't going to solve anything either, since she was not only a fuck pig, but a pain slut as well.

I made mom bend over the arm of the overstuffed chair by the fake fireplace so I could fuck her in the ass. I spit in my hand and used it to lube up her asshole, which was still kind of loose after all the fucking she'd had at the cabin. Honey came over and jacked me to get my dick hard enough to do the deed. When she added a yard of tongue that slithered around inside my mouth, I was ready to nail mom's asshole big time. It didn't take much to get mom off. After a few minutes of power fucking, giving her bunghole a good hammering, and yanking as hard as I could on her sore tits, she exploded into a big O. You talk about a pain slut and fuck pig, mom was the standard for the type.

She was too happy to notice that I was guiding her back to her bedroom, which had been freshened up. She started getting feisty when I pushed her down and with Honey's help began roping her to the bed. We managed to get her settled and this time to keep her entertained, Honey found mom's vibrator, checked the batteries to make sure it worked and stuck it as far up her cunt as she could push it. I added a couple of pieces of duct tape to keep it in place. A minute or so later we headed back downstairs leaving mom to enjoy her little buzzing pal as it started her on the way to what would probably be a dozen or so orgasms before the batteries ran down.

Honey and I discussed our plan for mom in more detail. Since I was stuck in school as was Honey, we had to figure out some way to have mom taken care of while we were away. Honey knew of a few perverts who hung around the school trying to get some teen pussy. She wondered if they'd be interested in having someone a bit older who would do just about anything they wanted. Then I remembered old man Watson a couple of blocks over who was a well known pussy hound. His collection of porn tapes was legend. Then there was that swinger couple that lived by Honey who were always trying to get her to come over and join the fun. Another potential source of customers were the types who hung around the porn arcade downtown. The list of potential sponsors for mom was growing by leaps and bounds as we talked it over. Naturally if any of these folks wanted to keep mom overnight or even for the entire weekend, that was fine with me.

The next day Honey suggested that we get one of the smarter kids in her class to draw up some kind of a contract that those using mom would have to sign. She laughed and snapped her fingers. "I got the perfect one for this deal. He's one of the nerds and he's always trying to get a look at my tits and ass when he thinks I'm not looking. I wonder whether he might want a chance to fuck your mom in exchange for doing some paperwork for us." The answer was a resounding "yes"! Not only that, he had a bunch of nerd friends who would give anything for the pleasure of having a real live cunt to fuck. In fact one of his nerd buds was into sadomasochism and he and mom would be perfect for each other.

Honey had another bright idea for a way to keep mom occupied while we worked out all the details for donating her body to the local pervs. In the interim we would invite some of our buddies like the ones that helped us out at the cabin to keep mom busy after school and on weekends until we got our operation up and running. The absence rate at school shot up like crazy when word got around that there was free pussy at my house starting a 8 in the morning and running until as late as 9 at night, provided they kept the noise down and didn't park their cars anywhere near the house. By the time all was said and done, we had mom booked solid for most of the day and every night we weren't using her for our own needs. As long as no money changed hands for mom's special services, everyone was in the clear, except mom who would have to sweat getting a variety of STDs and possibly herpes or worse still, HIV. Considering the kind of customers we had for mom's unique free services, I seriously doubted if she'd ever encounter anyone from those we selected that might be able to transmit the HIV thing to her.

We had some problems getting people to sign up guaranteeing that they were responsible for mom's well being while she was in their custody. "Well-being" was the operative word, and it led to many different interpretations, especially when people began to figure out that there was more to mom than just a cunt and asshole that never got tired of being fucked. Once her customers realized that mom liked it rough, real rough, things got a bit dicey for a time. So the agreement now included words such as no permanent damage, internal injuries or broken bones.

Now we were asking for large security deposits such as a car pinkslip or a deed to the house or money, lots and lots of money, no checks. In this way we hoped that no one would get carried away when they had mom in their hot little hands. We even went so far as to make recommendations about what mom enjoyed having done to her. We also instituted unannounced visits, or what we called "show and tell" trips. Things began to smooth out even better after that.

It was truly amazing about how much mom, or the sponge, as she was now nicknamed by her customers, could handle. It was rare when we weren't delivering her to at least a half dozen people all with plenty of neat ideas about how to make her wish she were dead, but never quite delivering on that promise. She was put into some of the most stringent bondage I ever heard of and then they'd torture her until she wasn't able to react despite their best efforts, which were considerable. Mom was sort of a cross between that watch that could take a licking and keep on ticking and the bunny that represented that battery company.

I started requiring that mom's customers keep a detailed log describing exactly what they did to her, so we knew what to do in case of trouble once she got back to us. Lots of times she'd be unconscious, sometimes for nearly a day, and once for almost three days. We really sweat that one out, especially considering the backlog of disgruntled customers this caused. Now I make it a point to go over just what has been going on with mom and compiling a book describing the really interesting experiences mom had been having. In fact I'm considering having a book made up which I'll probably sell to the kids at school and possibly even publish on the Internet. In fact I'd urge people to be on the lookout for my first effort, due out in less than a month.