It had been a little over a week that she had been lying in bed, naked and helpless. She was alone most of the time, as she knew she would be. The exceptions were the two nights her husband - no, she had to stop thinking of him as her husband, that was over now - Jacob had come to fuck her and when her nurse, Isabel came in to care for her. Isabel was a middle-age woman, dark skin, skinny, and quiet. Sometimes she chatted casually to Donna as she cleaned the room, changed the sheets, and feed the limbless woman ever day, but it wasn't often. Usually she went about her work silently, a pleasant little smile on her face for no apparent reason. Isabel was in charge of Donna, keeping her clean and healthy and somewhat comfortable - she washed the woman ever other day, taking care of the wound from her latest surgery. Donna did not know where Jacob had found the able nurse, and one he trusted to keep quiet about what went on in the house, but Isabel, so far, had done a great job.

There was little for Donna to do, limited as her movement was. She could twist herself and wiggle a bit on the bed, her small stubs gave her just a little push. Jacob had a TV for her with a remote she could control with her mouth and a computer by her bed so she could read or surf the web. She was a bit lonely, but more than that, she was crazy horny. Two times with Jacob since the day of operation was not nearly enough! Two times a day wouldn't be nearly enough! And in her turned on state, she couldn't help but read sex stories on-line and look at porn sites all the time, which only made her worse. She was barely sleeping at night, the hot, burning lust so maddening wild she couldn't relax enough to slumber - and those few hours she did brought on crazy dreams of wild sex parties where she, limbless, was passed around from person to person to do with as they pleased - when she awoke, she was soaked with sweet and her sheets drenched with her over-flowing juices.
It was on such a night, as she drifted off into a light sleep, the visions of wild, rampant sex starting to form in her mind, that the door to her small chamber burst open and the lights above her exploded to life. She was started at the sudden intrusion, and stunned by the rude awakening to bright lights. Someone was in the doorway and approaching her, but it was a blur, a misty form she could not identify.
She blinked a few times; a little afraid at first. Her room was a small addition to the house in which she had lived, one door from the outside and another through the house. Her fear fled her when she realized this person had come through the house - she figured it must be Jacob. But as her eyes focuses, she saw it was not the man she had been married to, but rather her son, Michael.
He was sneering at her, glaring, wearing only his boxers, which where tenting out in front from the hard-on barely concealed within. He was at the side of her bed and shoved his boxers down, kicking them off. He was hard, alright - his young cock jutting from his groin. Seven inches, maybe a little longer, he was nearly the same length as his father, but his cock was curved more and seemed much harder.
"I was jacking off up stairs," he started, seeing her eyeing him up. "And I thought to myself, what the fuck am I doing when I have some helpless slut down in the basement who probably needs a hard fucking anyway. I might as well fuck a cunt then use my hand."
Donna couldn't believe the language he was using in front of her, he never had said anything like that before in her presence, but she didn't say anything to him about it. He climbed into the large king-sized bed, his hands going right for her tits. He squeezed them hard, mauling them in his rough grip, pinching and twisting at each nipple. He pulled them, lifting her torso from the mattress by her boobs. She winced, the pain agonizing, but she did her best to not scream. She was sure the walls were sound proof, so waking anyone in the house wasn't a problem.
He mounted her body, sliding his cock up and down her cunt a few times and then jabbing at her. He was inexperienced - Donna figured her must be a virgin and most of his sex ed having come from porn movies, he figured he could just shove it in. But it was not so easy, and he ended up stabbing her thighs several times before he rammed his cock home into her cunt.
He humped away, once more showing his lack of experience, but Donna didn't care. She was so lusty now, that being even his clumsy stabs had brought her close to rogasming - now that he was actually in, his fumbling thrusts were pure heaven, and her body rocked instantly into an incredible explosion of climactic delights.
Michael was rough with her, slamming her down on the bed, brutally attacking her with his whole body. He had never taken it well, her operations. She and Jacob had been very forward with their children, always wanting them to understand what was happening and why. They both had known from and early age about sex and kinks and fetishes, how Donna's driving goal in her existence was to become what she was now - the limbless, powerless, living fuck-toy. They both knew that she had no disease, that she lost her limbs for the pleasure and sexual desire it stirred in her. Michael had always resented it - resented the fact that he had to take care of her, that he and his family were pitied, that he was loosing his mother all for her selfish sexual needs, and he was taking all that anger and frustration out on her body right now. And it only excited Donna more, knowing that. Her body quivered and shook beneath his as she came again and again from his savagery.
He did not last long at all, and when he came, he stopped and shook, moaning softly as he shot his seed into his mother's womb. She was infertile, now, so Donna had no worry about become pregnant. She silently regarded her son, watching his face as he came. She felt bad that she had but him through so much in her life, but at least now she felt like they had a connection, one that had never existed before between them. It wasn't love, not like that shared between most mothers and sons, but at least it was something.
He was still for a few moments, letting his balls drain into her body, and then he pulled out and climbed off the bed. "Fuck, at least now you are good for something," he mumbled. "That's about the most useful you've been in years."
The words stung her, but she didn't let it show. He was scooping up his underwear from the floor, and Donna suspected he was done with her for the night. And it wasn't that she was not ready for him to leave, because being just a fuck toy, she had no say in such matters - it was more a validation of her new exsistance, maybe even an invitation to him to keep him coming back for more, that made her say, "I can suck you off, if you want."
He turned back to the bed, his eyes meeting hers, and she did her best to look hungry for his cock, to suggest to him that she dearly wanted to suck him off, that she was a total slut for his amusement. It seemed to work. He was grinning as he climbed back on to the bed.
Michael climbed up to the face and sat down on the mattress. He flipped her over onto her stomach, shoving her face into his lap. Donna moaned loudly and she took his flaccid dick into her mouth and started to lick and suck it back to life. Her horniness was no act of her part, and she made sure that she was loud enough for him to hear. Her every action, every noise was to convey her desire to please him, and he liked that feeling of power. As his cock grew hard between her lips, he took her head in his hands and began to pump her face up and down on his shaft, fucking his tool deep into her mouth and throat, and she moaned louder as he took control, her own pleasure increasing at her display of helplessness.
Once fully hard, he was forcing her up and down rapidly, groaning as she sucked hard on his cock and licked his shaft. He was just fucking himself with her face, but she was getting so turned on by it.
It took him longer this time to finally cum, but her kept a steady, if quick, rhythm, never slowing, never giving her a moments break until the moment he flood her mouth with his cum. Even then, he just pushed her face down, shoving his cock as far into her throat as he could and just held it there as he came.
He was quiet and still for a few moments as his cock softened in her mouth, and then Michael pushed Donna off of him, tossing her aside like she was nothing more than a blanket that had been covering him. She landed on her back with a grunt, the rough mistreatment sending a shiver of delight through her body.
Michael didn't say anything for a time, then he looked over at her. "You were a horrible mother," he muttered to her, a tinge of anger still coloring his voice. "But you make a damned good fuck toy. This is so much better than jacking off. Think I'm going to enjoy seeing you now."
Donna didn't say anything, did not even smile at his words, but a warm, happy glow was filling her. Those were exactly the words she had wanted to hear.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" Michael said, a bit of aggression creeping into him as he turned towards the sack of flesh that use to be his mother. "That's what you always wanted. To be used like a piece of meat, fuck like some worthless whore. That's what you always wanted, isn't it? Just to be a thing for other people's pleasure. That's what you want, that's what you'll be."
His words, his accusations, they were all true, and they were stirring up the wild heated lust inside of her. She had not had enough yet, not by a long shot, and now he was teasing her with his threats. "Yes, use me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need your cock so bad!" She couldn't help herself, she had to beg for more. The words were spewing from her mouth without her even being aware what she was saying. She just needed relief, and she was no longer capable of getting it herself. So she had to beg her son to help her. "Oh, Michael, you're cock felt so good. Please fuck me again. I want more! Please, fuck me with that wonderful cock."
He rolled on top of her, looming above her, sneering. He slapped her hard across the face - it made her gasp with pleasure. "Shut up, slut. If and when I fuck you, it's because I want to fuck you. Not because you want it or need it. You never get to want or need anything again. And I never need to do anything for you again. Not like the last ten years of my life, waiting on you because of your sick little desires."
His cock was hard for the third time that evening and his hot shaft bobbed against her tight stomach as he scolded her. He reached down and grasped it in his hand, jerking it slowly, teasing her with the motion. Donna licked her lips in eager anticipation of what he was going to do. His eyes were hungry as they scan her naked form, and she could see his mind at work.
"Ah, I know. I've fuck your cunt and your mouth. Let's go for all three holes, shall we?" He didn't wait for her to reply, didn't care what she would say anyway, he just flipped over her body and spread her ass with his hands.
The pain of his cock invading her tight hole made her cry out. She screamed into the mattress as he brutalized her with his cock. This was only her third time taking a cock up her rear passage, and Jacob had at least been considerate enough to lube up a little first and press in slowly. It hadn't been much, but this was a devilish, burning sting in her anus, a hard throbbing pain. Michael had shoved his dick in, one hard thrust, and had been completely dry when he had done so. This was torturous!
Donna bite down on the mattress as he continued to fuck her, not even pausing an instant when she cried out. Tears streamed down her eyes as he savagely forced himself in and out of her spazzing asshole.
Michael moaned with the pleasure of having his mother's hot shitter clutching so tight against his young cock and plunged into her again and again, bouncing her light, limbless body up and down on the bed. "God, this is good! Fuck! I'm going to fuck you like this all the time!"
He fucked her hard and fast for a few more minutes before he quite suddenly pulled out of her ass, leaving Donna gasping for breath between her pained sobs. Michael shifted around again, once more sitting at the head of the bed, his back against the head board. He lifted Donna's body from the bed and held it before her. She seemed so small now, he though, as he held her. Her torso was shorter then his, thought not by much, but some how she seemed so little and inconsequential, it made Michael chuckle. She was sniffing and crying, but she did not turn away as he peered into her face.
She didn't move, couldn't move in his grip like that, and her being utterly powerless in his hands made Michael feel very powerful indeed. He lowered her body down to his pole. His cock jabbed into the flesh of her ass cheek, but it wasn't difficult for him to wiggle her around until his cock found her asshole again. Her anus was still opened slightly, and when his head found the puckered ring of muscle, it slid right in and her weight crashed down onto his thighs.
Keeping a firm hold on her waist, Michael pumped Donna's body up and down on his cock, using her body to jack off his cock. His pleasure was obvious on his face, the tight ring on her asshole was more sensational around his shaft then anything he had ever felt. It expanded slowly around the girth of his rod as he pushed her down to his thighs, and then closed back up, keeping a tight grip on his member as he lifted her until only the head of his cock was inside of her. Time and again, pushing her down and pulling her up like some fake rubber cunt sold in sex toy stores.
And though still painful, Michael was pumping her much more slowly then he had been when on top, fucking her ass, and the sensation of her ass opening and closing around the girth of his cock was driving her wild. Through the pain, or maybe because of it, her orgasm was swelling quickly.
When it struck, she shouted out in wild lust, every muscle left in her body tightening and twitching as lightning exploded up and down her spine. Her head jerked from side to side in her wild undulations and her ass pulsed around Michael's tool buried inside of her, making the pleasure more intense with ever contraction of her anus around his shaft. And through it all, as if unaware of her climax, Michael steady pumped her ass up and down on his cock, steadily working himself to another orgasm.
Donna's orgasm never truly stopped as Michael used her body on his cock. The rumbling pleasure peeked and abated several times as he fucked himself with her ass, but for every moment of it after that first explosion, the gently delightful quivering in her body never fully disappeared.
It was not small amount of time for Michael to reach this third cum of the evening, but when he did, it was explosive. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he blasted his load up into Donna's rectum. Shot after shot of cum erupted from his balls, spewing hot spunk into her used ass. She couldn't believe how much was shooting up into her, especially after having cum twice already.
He held her still on his cock, and she was utterly silent as she basted in the glow of her lingering pleasure. Cock wilting, Michael lifted her off of him and tossed her body aside. He shifted his body up to her mouth and, grabbing her head by her hair, he forced her mouth down onto his cock so she could suck away the last his cum and lick his shaft clean.
Or so she thought, but as she sucked his cock clean of the bitter taste, her mouth was suddenly filled with hot, salty fluid. She was shocked at first when she realized he was pissing in her mouth, and she lost some of his urine through her lips before she could swallow. She tried to keep up with the flow, drinking it down as fast as she could, but there was just too much for her, and the golden liquid spilled from the corner of her lips and down to the bed below. The flow kept coming, swallow after swallow, there just seemed to be no end to it for several long minutes. Then the flow of urine slowed and stopped completely. Michael withdrew his cock from her lips and crawled off the bed.
Scooping up his boxes, her turned back to her, "Yeah, I like you much more like this. I think we are going to be spending a lot more time together." He slipped into his underwear and left the room.
Donna's head spun. This first week had been more wonderful then she could have imagined. She felt like nothing more than a mere object, a toy, holes for the pleasure of whomever walked through that door. Sometimes in the past, the idea of the loss of freedom, the loss of humanity, had scared her, but after Michael's harsh treatment this night, she knew this really was what she wanted.
Before, drinking someone's piss would have turned her stomach, but now, she felt a pleasant warmth in her belly that was spreading slowly through her body. Her ass was sore and throbbing, and somehow, it was an incredible high for her, feeling Michael's cum leaking from her sore anus into her sheets. She longed to have her ass used again, to have Michael walked back in this instant and resumed pounded her up her abused shitter. God, how that would make her cum.
She was still completely horny, and as her imagination ran wild with the ideas of being used by her son again and again, she was making herself even worse. She wasn't going to be sleeping again, not any time soon, as she eagerly awaiting someone, anyone at all, to walk through her door and ravish her helpless body. To use her as the worthless cum bucket she was now.