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 the uniform, she posed like a glamour model.   In addition to pendulous
breasts with hard prominent nipples, her pussy was shaved bare.  She dipped a
finger into her naked slit and twirled the painted nailed finger in her wetness. 
She then brought that slimy digit up and applied that wetness to her lips like
lip gloss.  She told Jason to remove the basin and lower me to the bed. She
advanced toward 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 while cupping my breasts in his small hands.   Jason
and Greg leaned in from my right, anxiously waiting to see her lips touch mine. 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.  After feeling her nail tighten on my
nipple, I wisely relaxed my jaw and accepted her silky tongue. She took her hand
off my tit and ran it down to my pussy as Arthur raised up on his knees to allow
her hand to pass through. 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.  The vulgar nurse, in
fact, simply held her mouth open over mine.  I did all the kissing, tonguing, I
should say. She brought me off with her finger, and I moaned in helpless ecstasy
while continuing to lick the inside of her wide open mouth. 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 cotton rope
noose over my top knot.  The boys were curious about this, but when she climbed
up and straddled my head then brought the rope up her back, over her shoulder,
then passed the tail end through a ring in the cross bar overhead, they seemed to
catch on at once. All I could see was naked beaver inches from my eyes.  I stared
up into my first pussy, a pussy getting poised over my face.  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. By looking down my nose, I peered into her 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.  She presented the most vulgar
sight you could imagine.  Her hairless sex yawned wide like a huge toothless
mouth.  It was shockingly vulgar.  She was sopping wet.  The purpose of the noose
dawned on me.  I groaned in despair and said, "Please don't!" She obviously gave
Arthur the signal, because my head suddenly got yanked up.  Thwack!  My head was
like a baseball and her beaver was the catcher's mitt.  My face sealed itself in
her slimy slit.  I couldn't see or breathe.  I could hear, and I heard her moans
and their laughs.  Seconds later, the tension relaxed; my head fell to the
mattress.  I just had time for a few quick breaths, then...Thwack!  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 seeing 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 lap 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 amusing at first.   After explaining my basic hygiene needs and going
over the parts of my vagina, 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 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 open 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 bottles.  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.  An hour later, as I wanted to
ricochet off the walls with hyperactive frustration, I got my answer. 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 her bladder
as needed if you want to play with her pussy without the tube in the way." She
then removed the catheter and used the vaginal speculum to open 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 my ordeal was not 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.  h in proteins.  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 piss 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. Her piss 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
guys will 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 Tighttwat 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 along with a
quart of black coffee.