Mother's Day

Mother's Day
by Merlyn

Picture a Mother's Day sex fantasy retreat. Picture laughing, gleeful mothers letting their inhibitions go. Some are rubbing oiled tits together. Some have dildos strapped on. Some are just lounging on couches and chairs, drinking martinis and smoking, while they watch their sisters cavort. Some of those lounging are being pleasured by their own sex-slaves.

Many of these lust crazed women have brought their children. A few are daughters that are willingly sharing their mother's fun. But many of them are sons, many now crying and moaning from the treatments they are suffering.

Many of these sons will be mentally and physically scarred for life. The weeklong retreat ends for them in a drug induced hypnotic state that erases any incriminating evidence about their experiences. Most will now obey their mother's every whim. Many will become passive sex toys for their mothers. Many will experience fear and sexual arousal at the sight of woman smoking a cigarette. Some of the sons will return on another Mother's Day holiday. Most of these will not survive.

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"Thank you so much, Millie, for donating your son for our week retreat. He is a great addition. And what an imaginative use. He is wonderful." The tall blond smiled at Millie and moved her posture to give Millie a tempting view of her newly siliconed breasts. Millie smiled back, licking her reddened lips.

"Yes, I had the idea suddenly one night while I had him licking me. I had just lit a cigarette and I wanted so bad to burn him with it; then the picture came to me. Him strapped to a pole, his head tilted back, his mouth wedged open. A human ashtray." Millie took a deep drag on her cigarette and stepped closer to Julie so that her own bare breasts could brush Julie's arm. "And then I pictured the lighter, and I cummed right on the spot. I almost smothered him with my cunt."

"It is wonderful," said Julie. "I believe I'll have to try it. I actually have cut back. Could I have one of your Virginia Slims?"

Millie handed Julie the pack.

Millie leered as Julie held back her hair and bent to the lighter, her glorious tits swinging free of her negligee. "Oh I love watching this," Millie said. "I've been anticipating this for a month and my pussy has too. It has even started me lactating a little bit.."

Julie touched her cigarette to the flame that bloomed at the tip of the young man's penis. She could see the first inch of the rod was black and charring in the flame. "It must hurt like hell." Julie laughed as she straightened and blew a cloud of smoke.

"Oh, I know," Millie giggled at the thought. "I didn't realize what a turn on it would be to watch my son suffer. My pussy is dripping!"

"So are those beautiful nipples." Julie smiled and touched her forefinger to a pearl of milk that had appeared on Millie's breast. She then touched her finger to her tongue. "Mmmm, mother's milk. Did he ever have that pleasure."

"I let him see it a few times last week, but I never let him suck. I needed him to have all that sexual tension. A couple years of Viagra wears a boy down. He had been almost useless with his dick recently -- one of the reasons I brought him."

"But he looks like he has a hard-on. How is that even possible?" Julie took another drag on her Virginia Slim, then flicked the ash off into the boy's wedged open mouth. He coughed and moaned.

"Eee, ah ee. El ,ah ah ee El" The boy could not move, though his muscles revealed the terrible tension of his pain. His eyes rolled in agony, as he tried to stare at his beautiful mother.

"What did he say?" Julie laughed. Suddenly behind came a sound of a boy crying out. "No, mommy! No, I, I, uh,uh." Then a almost witchy cackle and "Does Mommy's dildo hurt her boy?"

Millie laughed. "Well, almost that. My Bobby said, "Please, Mommy, Help somebody, Help." Millie stepped to her son and squeezed her breasts. Too small squirts of her milk shot to his already blistered chest. Then she stubbed out her cigarette on her son's check, right below his eye. "There, there, Bobby. Mommy loves you, Ha, ha, ha. I love to watch you suffer. I'm going to watch all day while other moms come up to laugh at your burning dick and put out their cigarettes on your face or tongue."

"Eventually," Julie said, "someone is going to burn out his eyes, and someone is going to light his hair. Won't that be a sight."

"Yeah," Millie laughed. "I haven't put out his eyes myself, because I want him to see me enjoying myself.. I'll let you burn his hair now if you get your son to suck my pussy while I watch."

"Deal, Millie. He is a good pussy licker, but don't hurt him. I want to be able to have him for a few more years. But first you have to tell me how he has a hard-on. That is a good six inches sticking up over there."

"Well. I thought about it. I had our good Doctor Marge who is here at the retreat somewhere, fashion a device like a catheter out of copper tubing. It enters his rectum a then pierces his urethra and goes up to about the base of the penis head. It is a common device. They use it to clear bladder stones from male horses. What was really neat was she made some spring loaded barbs that popped out to hold it just where she wanted it. Then, with pressure on the tube maintained outside his rectum (in this case, at the pole he is strapped to) it holds the dick in an erect state and at a convenient angle." While Millie was explaining, she was walking around and gesturing towards her son's parts. His terrified eyes tried to follow his evil mother.

Other women and a few girls assembled as she spoke. "But the good Doctor said she would only do it under anesthetic, because it was a rather delicate procedure. She knew that disappointed me so she said she had a consolation. She has shot him up full with a time release anti-shock medicine. Sounds like a kind of super speed. She says it'll keep him awake and alert and hypersensitive. So any pain my dear son suffers is going to be magnified."

"So," said a small lithe black-haired woman dressed all in latex, "it was a simple matter to connect propane I'm guessing?"

Millie smiled. "No, it is a kind of thick lamp oil. It flows from the end of the pipe a inch or so back from the opening in his penis through the urethra tube. We just had to set it very low so it wouldn't squirt flaming liquid. It is the liquid that is burning off his penis head."

"Here is my son, Millie," Julie said as a boy arrived dressed all in girly frills. "Open your blouse for Millie, dear." Millie and the other women gasped. The boy had fully developed breasts. "I figured if I was going to have a sex toy, then I would have a sex toy."

"Oh, god, I want to fuck him too," Millie laughed and lay back in a lounge and spread her legs for the boy's services. "Bobby's hair is all yours, Julie. Oooh he is good!"

Millie watched as her pussy was pleasured. Julie simply stepped up to the suffering Bobby and touched a lighter to his hair. It caught flame instantly, and in a moment the boy began wailing in fear and agony his hair burned. In less than 30 seconds the hair was gone. The torturing flames gushed out and smoke drifted from his blistered scalp. Still he cried out with every breath.

"Well, young man," Millie said to Julie's boy/girl. "Would you like a little suck of milk as your reward? Here you go, come to mama. Aaaah that's nice."

Julie lit another cigarette at the tortured penis, as did a few other mothers. "What are you going to do with him after today? He won't be good for anything."

"I'm going to come back every hour or so to see him. It is such a turn on to know I've given my son to be tortured half to death. I hope I get to see at least one of his eyes burnt."

"I can accommodate you on that. I want you to myself sometime today."

"Doctor Marge! You look beautiful."

The tall brunette was outfitted in the classic little black dress. It left nothing to the imagination. Her gorgeous hips swayed atop long, stiletto clad legs. Her full breasts bulged from the low cut neckline, the nipples straining at the clinging fabric. She lit a cigarette on Bobby's flaming penis head.

"Now, Millie, you lie back and watch, you evil bitch, and get your kicks."

Doctor Marge took her cigarette and held it up so Bobby could see it clearly. He sobbed and wailed as the doctor moved it to his left eye. She reach out with one long red tipped forefinger to hold the eyelid back and played the scorching, torturing tip of her cigarette around the rolling eyeball. She took another drag then reapplied it to the already ash covered orb. Then yet another drag, and let the eyelid close on the blinded eyeball so she could burn the fluttering eyelid. She moved the glowing tip over the eyelid gently as if she were applying makeup. Finally she crushed the cigarette out on the tortured eye, forcing it into the socket with such pressure that, when she released it, the cigarette remained smoldering in the boy's eye.

"Oh, god, Doc. That was so good. Listen to him. He is trying to scream through all those cigarette butts. I can't believe I'm enjoying seeing my son being tortured to death, but it is so good, If I wasn't forty already, I'd have another just to torture.."

"You know Millie, there are a bunch of babies in the nursery. You could get one of those to torture. That might satisfy you, and there is an endless supply of those. It's how the rich Roman wives used to entertain themselves. They had an endless number of games they'd play. One wife used to have all-girl parties like we are having here, with slave girls to satisfy them and toddlers painted with pine tar and burned alive to light the festivities "

"Oh, that sounds wonderful. That's what we'll do with Bobby tonight. Tell everybody to gather here after dark. We'll burn Bobby. And, Doc, I want you naked against me while he burns to death."

Millie stepped up to her suffering son and took a new light. She played the lit cigarette around his good eye, burning the edge and surface of the eyelid, but leaving him vision to watch his hell unfold a little longer. "How does that sound, Bobby. Mommy is going to burn you to death so she and her friends can have a few more thrills to their pussys. Had I known how much pleasure you would give to my pussy I might even have enjoyed popping you out that day. I can't wait to see you completely on fire, screaming for me. Ha,ha. Doc Marge said you might live ten minutes and be awake for all of them,

"Think of your mommy as you burn and that I'm burning you to make me have a few minutes of sexual pleasure. Just talking to you like this is making my milk flow again. See you in hell."

And Millie walked toward the hut where she could dildo play with one of her lovers. And Bobby moaned and screamed as women burned him again and again with their cigarettes. But not as much as he did that evening as a human torch lighting his mother's ecstasy.