You hear voices.

"Oh you girls are amazing." Your eyes dart open. You heard his voice in the room with you. You sit up, as if waking suddenly from a bad dream. The room is dark and looking around you see nothing and no one, the couch under the window where your mother fell asleep lies empty. Chris is here, you heard him. Your heart begins to race as you notice the rhythmic, wet sounds filling the air. You hear a loud slurp followed by a wet pop, then you hear what is unmistakably your mother sighing with lust. Your eyes go wide.

"Mmmm thanks Master." You recognize that voice, it's Maria, the nurse from earlier.

"Get that tongue back to work on my ass you mouthy whore." His voice again. He's speaking quietly, but not in a whisper, he's not afraid of you hearing him clearly. His tone is even and commanding, without him having to raise his voice in the slightest. You feel the memories of all those times you've heard that voice, laughing, mocking, degrading, humiliating you, and yet a part of you finds something so admirable in its domineering authority. You hear Maria comply with his order without protest and realize the sounds are coming from behind the privacy curtain in the corner of the room, for patients to change clothes if others are present in the room. You strain your eyes in the dark and see the faint outline of bare feminine legs protruding out from the shadows underneath the curtain. Focusing on the curtain itself you can see a slight disturbance on its surface in the gloom as the figure you assume the legs belong to bobs her head up and down. Past those legs you just make out a pair of black boots facing your direction. Another loud pop and you hear your mother's voice, breathy with lust and exertion.

"Mmmm thanks for coming by babe. I just couldn't get to sleep without tasting your cum. I love it so much." You hear more slurping and sucking. You heart sinks when you realize she invited him here. Into your hospital room, that the nurse watching over you is one of his playthings as well. You feel so many conflicted sensations in this moment. The lewd sounds of the depravities being committed behind the curtain, just out of view, arouse you, but the knowledge that it's your mother sucking off Chris fills you with jealousy and betrayed despair. You hate him so much, he's never going to let you be, and yet another part of you knows that Morgan wouldn't approve of those feelings, which makes you want to drive them out somehow quickly, lest she punish you again. Still another part of you is happy your mother is enjoying herself, you want her to get a good night's sleep after all. You hear your mother speak again, interrupting your confused thoughts. "Play with my pussy while you lick my boyfriends ass worthless cunt." You've never heard her say anything like that. It's a shock. The casual brutality in her voice sounds so alien to the mother you've always known and loved so dearly. And she called him her 'boyfriend.' You can't believe it. You think this must be a bad dream. She moans as you hear her return to sucking Chris's cock.

"God I love how you **** them." Chris says in the same quiet voice as before. You hear your mother moan and once again a little pop sound signals her removal of Chris's member from her mouth.

"Hehe they're just fuckmeat. I know that babe. I'm the only woman in your life, the rest are just-agh-" She gasps as Maria apparently hits a rather sensitive spot. "Brainless whores." She sighs with deviant pleasure, riding Maria's fingers. "I know you need some variety, you're too much of a stud not to have any woman you want." With that she returns to her task.

"Oh yeah right their bitch, fuck, deeper." Chris's voice fills with pleasure but becomes no less terrifying for it. You hear your mother sputter and gag slightly as she follows his command. She sucks in air after deepthroating him for almost a straight minute. After a few deep breaths she regains herself and speaks again.

"That's right baby, I'm your bitch. Make me gag on this monster cock right here in my son's hospital room, I fucking love it." You hear Chris chuckle.

"You know you only love it because I had Morgan mindfuck the shit out of you right?"

"I know and I'm so glad!" Your breath catches in your throat and you put your hands over your mouth praying they haven't heard you. The lewd sounds continue as does your mother's voice, moaning periodically under Maria's attentions. "You showed me-ugh-what I was missing in-oh fuck-life, made me-ah-understand what a wimpy little sissy I have for a son, just-oh god yes-like his pathetic father. I-fuck-I love you for that babe. I know you needed Morgan to-ugh-show me the way you want me to be." Your body jerks as you **** back sobs and tears begin flowing down your face. This is too much for you but it just won't stop. "Now please god fuck my throat until you cum straight into my-ah-fucking stomach."

"But what if your poor son hears what a **** bitch you are?" Chris's voice is still quiet, but you get the panicked feeling he knows you're listening.

"Fucking god! Let him! Let the little sissy bitch know what it sounds like when his mommy takes a real man's dick!" You have to lie back down and lift the pillow over your face to muffle the sobs which have become uncontrollable now. You hear the awful sucking sound as Chris shoves his dick down your mother's willing throat. She is gagging and you hear the wet sound of spit sloshing as she drools like a slut around his shaft. After a long time, it can't have been more than a few minutes but it feels like an eternity, you hear Chris grunt and your mother **** as he cums down her throat. He releases her and she gasps, **** for air. The second she fills her lungs she moans with the ecstasy of her orgasm at Maria's skilled hand, still working diligently along with her tongue.

"That's enough fuckslut now get back to work before you're missed."

"Of course Master, thank you so much for allowing this worthless cunt to please you and your lovely girlfriend." You wince once again as she says that final word. You hear footsteps as Maria gets to her feet and heads for the door. You turn your head and see her illuminated by the light from the corridor, quietly slipping out of the room. You hear the sounds of your mother kissing Chris behind the curtain now. She moans quietly as they break the kiss.

"Mmm I love you babe. Thanks for coming to see me. I have to stay here for tonight but tomorrow I'm all yours." You hear the sound of Chris's hands slapping lightly on your mother's ass.

"Can't wait to fuck this ass up." He says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh stop you're making me wet again hehe." You hear them kiss again. "You'll just have to satisfy yourself thinking of me while your ramming one of your little sexdolls."

"God I knew you'd make such a hot domme bitch." Another round of lips smacking assaults your ears.

"Hehe you always know best babe."

"I do don't I?" Chris says with a self satisfied chuckle. "Be sure to give your little boy a kiss goodnight."

"Of course, what kind of awful mother do you think I am?" They both laugh quietly and you hear the sound of Chris's boots on the tile floor. You turn your head and see him standing in front of the door. Your eyes have adjusted to the gloom and you can see that he's smiling, looking down at his hand on the steel doorknob. Slowly, he turns his head until his gaze meets yours. You freeze with terror as that wicked, evil, grinning face peers at you through the dark. He winks at you and turns to leave without a word. Moments later you feel your mother's presence near the bed standing over you as you do your best to pretend to be asleep, even though the tears on your face must be obvious even in the dim light. You feel your mother's breath on your face as she bends toward you, supporting herself on the side of the bed. You smell her perfume again, fainter now, but within that smell you detect something else, something masculine and virile. You squirm inside your skin as you realize it's Chris's cum on her breath. She leans in and plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

"Sweet dreams sweetie." Your mother's voice drips with sarcasm but you don't care. The conditioning still makes you feel happy she acknowledged you. You try to crush the feeling of pained contentment growing in you at the fact that at least she seemed to enjoy herself so much. You want her to be happy and enjoy herself but you're still trying somewhere deep down to fight. You're still disgusted that it's Chris she is degrading herself for. You hear your mother washing her face in the sink in the little bathroom near the curtain. You begin to shake with anger and hatred and your worry that Morgan would disapprove of these feelings returns which only makes you more upset. You quiet down as best you can when you hear the water shut off. She returns to the couch and lays down to sleep, finally able to do so with a bellyful of her man's cum. After a long while, staring at the ceiling, trying not to cry, to scream in despair, bathing in the many contradictory feelings some genuine, some implanted, some you can no longer tell which, you finally fall asleep once more.