Jeff regained his composure after an hour under the cold shower. He cautiously got out of the tub and pulled off his soaked pants and socks, his triplets blocking his view. Jeff stood up, and nearly fell, not used to the mass on his crotch, he was about to go back to his room when his mother called to him through the door.
"Jeff, what have I told you?" His mother said.
"Mom.. I um I can explain."
"Jeff don't give me "I can explain mom!" Open this door."
Jeff reluctantly opened the door expecting his mom to freak out, his cocks were half stiff and getting aroused again. Jeff's mom looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Do you know how much of a pain cleaning your cum up is? How many times have I told you to use the milking machine when you get like this? Well, come on." Jeff's mom said, she started walking, Jeff was about to go to his room to try and change back when she grabbed him by one of his cocks and spun him around.
"Mom!"
"Oh don't be so shy, I know you get aroused by anything with curves, and it's not like I haven't helped handle them before. After all..." Jeff's mom leaned in and chuckled, "You're more man than your father ever was."
Jeff was confused, but his mom grabbed his arm and dragged him down the stairs to the living room, shoving him on the couch. She wheeled over a strange machine, there were pistons and pulleys all over it. It had three sets of dinner plate sized dishes, facing in three directions, and three cuffs, big enough to fit his cocks in, with three hoses connected to what appeared to be a thirty gallon drum. Jeff's mom wasted no time, disregarding Jeff's obvious discomfort with her touching his privates, she seem to relish caressing his balls as she forced open the cuffs and placed his balls in the dishes. Jeff squirmed but she leaned in and kissed one of his cocks and it sent shock-waves of arousal through him he went limp for a minute.
"That always gets you to stop squirming, I wonder do you think I'm hot." She shook her breasts, an ample pair at him and his cocks stiffened even more. "Hmmm, you were always a mommies' boy." She clicked the cuffs closed and put the cups that were connected to the hoses over his cock heads, strapping them tight so they wouldn't come off. She flipped a switch and the machine came to life.
"Now Jeff, you enjoy that while I go clean up your mess, we'll have a nice dinner after you get that horny out of your system." She said walking off.
Jeff panicked, he didn't want to have this much pleausre again, but he couldn't fight the machine. The cups started to vibrated slowly, Jeff moaned as the cuffs starved to gently caress his cocks up and down their length and the cups sucked at his heads. It slowly intensified, the vibrations could not only be felt and heard but he could see the ripples in his sack flesh as they got more powerful, he nearly screamed, only to choke as he came again. The machine calmed down, and stopped, he panted heavily.
"At least that's over." Jeff panted. Then the machine started again, Jeff nearly cried as it did, he looked over at the timer and moaned loudly, it was set for three hours, he tried not to scream, his pleasure both a blessing and his own personal hell.
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After two hours Jeff couldn't stand anymore. he squirmed from behind his cocks, trying to get out of the machine but it was no use. he was clamped in tight. Jeff's mother had gone into the kitchen and started cooking dinner half an hour ago, but Jeff was still trapped in his torture device, and unable to notice.