Mom's Mistake

                                    Mom's Mistake - Chapter 31 

       

       A couple of days after we returned from initiating our latest group of candidates for NLA membership, I made an appointment to visit Mrs. Chu and discuss Zeng and my mother, who was due to be the star attraction at GOMSO (Girls Only Meeting & Sex Orgy). As usual, the doctor's wife looked good enough to eat, suck, fuck, fist, lick, tongue and any other way to enjoy her firm, well-constructed body. I kept it a deep dark secret, but I had a wet dream featuring her only a couple of nights ago. Miko, Zeng, and Luci were also involved, but in supporting roles. The doctor's wife was stark naked and tied spread-eagle fashion to a large bed. Miko was burning Mrs. Chu's firm tits with a lit cigarette, but as fast as blisters formed and burst, they disappeared to be replaced by smooth, firm, unblemished skin and flesh. The Japanese hooker wannabe was getting very frustrated, so she stopped using cigarettes and started using a soldering iron, one of the big kinds used for heavy duty connecting of pipes and the like.

       She held the tool against the woman's nipples and watched them melt like they were made of wax. Mrs. Chu was screaming her head off, but the noise was squelched by little Luci, who was sitting on her face, using her cute little butthole to plug the woman's mouth. She too was bare-assed and showing off a set of tits that were huge. My guess is they were at least 40DD, but in terrible condition. They sagged and were covered with scabs and burns. There was a crater in the flesh that used to be occupied by a nipple. Its mate was crinkled and blackened, probably from being burned with either a lit cigarette or a soldering iron. The skin on those big swollen melons looked waxy, and in spots the reddened skin was actually splitting to release what looked like pus from the flesh beneath. The diminutive Chinese dumpling was ignoring her trashed tits, concentrating on getting herself off by strumming her clit that was the size of a walnut.

       What really blew my mind was the happening going on between Mrs. Chu's legs. Zeng had carved out this region as her territory and was busy establishing residence in her cunt. While I watched in amazement, she doubled fisted her former owner's rejuvenated pussy. I found it hard to believe that a cunt could be stretched that much without something internally bursting or tearing away. She said some words in Chinese to the dumpling and the little fireball started bouncing her tight little body up and down on their helpless victim. Then Zeng pulled one of her arms out from Mrs. Chu's loose twat and began pressing that glistening fist against the tight asshole of their captive. Gradually she forced her fist past the tough muscle guarding Mrs. Chu's anus and breached her tight passageway. It was astonishing how much force the skinny former prisoner could generate. Soon her wrist disappeared from view and then after a few minutes, about half her forearm had followed. Now she began to use a push-pull maneuver, resulting in one fist always deep inside one of Mrs. Chu's entryways while the other fist went back to the entrance of the hole it was stretching.

       Suddenly Mrs. Chu began spurting pussy and anal juice from her bottom holes. The stream was so powerful that it blew Zeng's fists out like they were made of paper. At the same time her tits exploded and sent Miko flying, hair on fire and her once sharp-featured face melting like wax. Not to be ignored, little Luci screamed in terror as her tiny body was lifted from her victim's face by a powerful rush of liquid that spurted from her mouth. Then their captive flexed her arms and legs and broke the bonds holding her to the bed. Her three tormentors shrieked and begged for mercy, but received none as Mrs. Chu hurled them against the walls of the room, breaking them into dozens of squealing pieces that did not bleed, but instead burst into flame. I awoke sweating like a pig and really shook at what I had just seen in my dream.

       Mrs. Chu looked fabulous. I guess when it came to pussy, she went both ways and loved every lick she got or gave. That was the story I got from Honey, who was in a position to know. According to her, the doctor was still checking out my mom for her limits, and to date he was most impressed after a steady diet of skinny Chinese girls. I grinned at that remark. As far as I was concerned, I'd be happy to have a steady diet of Chinese pussy sitting on my face, sucking my cock or spreading either bottom hole for my hard dick. That included the mysterious Mrs. Chu; in fact despite her advanced age, I'd do her in a heartbeat if given the opportunity. I had to give myself a pep talk to avoid making a total fool out of myself when I sat down to arm wrestle with her. Next weekend was GOMSO, and mom had better be in shape to do that scene.

       She wasted no time giving me grief over the wretched condition she found her charge. Fortunately I knew about Zeng's ability to heal fast, so I listened but made no excuses. To be a member of NLA required that extra pound of flesh and all three of the candidates had been mistreated equally. That took some of the wind out of her sails, but she just changed the subject to my mom. Evidently Dr. Chu was sending an inordinate amount of time discovering her weaknesses. When I inquired about mom's ability to deliver in less than a week to a very tough audience, her face hardened.

       It turned out she had a laundry list of problems that were the result of her husband's interest in mom's limits. Mom had evidently volunteered some brain cells from his enjoyment of using plastic bags to suffocate her. He bragged that she passed out from lack of oxygen twenty-one times over a six-hour period. During three of these episodes he had sex with her, including one bout of anal intercourse that may have gone a bit longer than prudence dictated, but was worth it for the scientific information he derived from the experience. I could see that Mrs. Chu was not amused. I was furious, and for a brief moment I felt like strangling her and seeing how much she enjoyed the sensation of having her lungs feel like they were on fire or her heart stopping.

       Mom had also donated three toenails and two fingernails to the cause. The most recent removal came only yesterday. Dr. Chu was trying out a new method that involved injecting liquid nitrogen under the nail, but wasn't too happy about what happened to the flesh that it contacted for any amount of time greater than fifteen seconds. For the rest of the week he had scheduled a number of forced liquid ingestions employing water, carbonated beverages, alcohol, coffee and if she survived, her own urine that he planned to recycle a number of times. Mrs. Chu was enjoying my discomfort as she rattled off this litany from her husband's demented mind. This was no meat and potatoes type of sadist, which I had to admit.

       My hostess returned me to the present by crossing and uncrossing her legs to get my attention. All she did was focus the sex-crazed side of my personality on her fantastic body. I'd sure love to get her out to Camp Hellhole and run this sexy woman through the mill, not to mention a rendezvous with me in the van where I would see just how hot she was when it came to providing pussy and ass plus giving head. I wondered if the dogs would be turned on as much by her as I was, probably not. To them she was just another strange looking bitch to fuck and then leave to take a nap. I guess my fantasy must have carried me away, for she was looking at me rather quizzically. Once more it was time to get serious.

       Mrs. Chu had done some research on GOMSO, which was a surprise to me. As it turned out, she knew more about the annual event than I did. She knew a friend who had a friend with a daughter enrolled in a school where many of the faculty was dedicated lesbians. In this private academy the lesbians ruled the roost.  At first Cindi didn't fit, but things changed once she was put under the discipline of one of the more aggressive lesbian teachers. It was after class detention every day of the week, except the weekend, where she spent the entire time naked and securely restrained in the quarters of her mentor. It took many weeks, but she soon learned that it was easier to bend with the wind, so to speak. Cindi proved to be a challenge at first, but her mentor was not afraid to call in reinforcements to assist her in the teenager's training.

       Detention was merely a phase in the process of converting the girl to the lesbian persuasion. Taking ten strokes of the bamboo cane across her plump bottom at the beginning and end of each detention period merely softened her up for the more serious activities that followed. Being naked with her hands cuffed behind her back was another step in the process. Reading tracts about lesbian life and its advantages was another aspect of detention. During her regular course work there were no overt references to the lesbian life style. Those few girls who were straight chose to ignore what was going on around them. They dare not do otherwise. It seemed that everyone knew of the girl who tried to complain to the authorities about the lesbian takeover of the academy and what happened to her. This was thought to be a fairy tale used to keep everyone quiet about certain things that went on at the academy, and it seemed to work very well up to the present.

       She made the mistake of telling her story to the local constable who in turn reported her accusations to his chief. The chief had a meeting with the head of the school and they agreed that something radical had to be done with the storyteller. The following week the girl was kidnapped by persons unknown who took her to another county where she was brutalized and gangbanged around the clock for days. Afterwards she was forced to have sex with a pack of dogs and photographs and video tapes were made of this event that lasted almost half a day and left her a blubbering wreck. Upon her return to the academy, she had to be institutionalized at a very private hospital, also operated by a lesbian staff. After nearly six months she was discharged as cured and returned to her home for further therapy.

       Naturally her parents had received copies of the material generated by her kidnapping. It's rumored that they took advantage of her now placid state to have their way with her. The girl's mother had a circle of lesbian leaning friends that were only too happy to take the traumatized teenager under their loving care. She responded rather positively to their efforts to convert her. Her father, on the other hand, "loaned" his daughter to various business associates for their private use. They too were favorably impressed with her social "skills", mostly taught at the private hospital, and did what they could to assist her father's business, which flourished. A year later she returned to the academy and was a very obedient student who was also a very quiet one.

       Cindi remains unconvinced that she has the makings of a lesbian, but her mentor has not given up yet. If fact during the holidays with her mother's permission, Cindi spent her time under the proverbial mistletoe with two of the teachers, who were quite demanding. In less than two weeks she went from slightly plump to almost skinny thanks to their regimen which featured lots of water to cleanse her system, a high colonic every third day, a diet of less than five hundred calories daily, hours of daily, strenuous exercise and plenty of girl-girl sex that left her exhausted. It seems that her two roommates had a number of friends who were very interested in seeing if they could convert her from the error of her ways. Cindi remains a work in progress, but they are still optimistic about her ultimate choice of life styles. Mrs. Chu did everything but lick her chops when she finished her tale. I wondered how far along the path Honey had gone by now.

       The conversation got back to my mother. Mrs. Chu commented that her husband had so many more things he wanted to try on her, that the GOMSO event would probably be her last public appearance. She regretted agreeing to my arrangement, saying that some one like Zeng or perhaps even Luci might have been as satisfactory to the holders of the event. I shrugged and reminded her that mom had a major reputation as a painslut and a person who would do anything as long as it resulted in pain. My hostess took a deep breath and focused my attention of those meaty tits struggling to escape the confines of her bra. She gave me a knowing smile and ran her tongue across her carmined lips. I nearly jumped her bones at that moment, and she knew it. All I could do was imagine having her in the van, all naked and sweaty while I drilled out her tight asshole as she promised me anything rather than face the dogs for another session, followed by Miko and her soldering iron.

       Mrs. Chu announced that our meeting was over except for the matter of Zeng. It was my educated guess that our newest NLA member had fully recovered and was ready for duty, provided her owner gave her permission. I wondered what that might cost? The deal was rather simple; if mom survived the GOMSO meeting without her faculties being destroyed, Zeng would belong to the nerd named Elf. If otherwise, Mrs. Chu would retain Zeng and mom would become my problem. I took a deep breath and nodded my head to her offer. With that, she rose and left me to find my way out.

                                (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)