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The Breast Machine

By: StoryTeller07



Experimental device with side affects

Sabrina was searching for the cigarettes her mother kept hidden. Her boyfriend was becoming agitated, and she needed to complete an essay so borrowing a couple from the secret stash wouldn't hurt. To keep him quiet she decided to push him off the wagon. 

Feeling through a draw of underwear she found a box, but it wasn't the carton looked for. There were buttons on it. She couldn't help pressing one, and when nothing happened she pressed another. A red light came on, but nothing else happened, so she discarded it to resume the search. 

"Yep, got you!" she exclaimed. Shaking two from an open pack she turned to go. On an impulse she picked up the device, and hurried down stairs. 

"Here, take these," Sabrina irritably said. 

"You know I'm trying to give up!" John complained. He took them anyway.

"I need to study and don't want you bothering me for awhile. You'll have to smoke outside, I don't want mom finding out," she warned. "Here, take this and figure out what it is," she challenged. 

Both the cigarettes and the device would keep him out of her hair for awhile. Guys loved gadgets and figuring out how they worked. It was probably something mom brought home from the lab. They were developing all sorts of boring things.

John stood on the patio more interested in smoking than the thing he held. He noticed a green light flicker on, though nothing happened. There were no markings on it. It looked like the usual experimental model, Sabrina's mother brought home occasionally. 

He figured Sabrina had given it to him to keep him quiet, so he just held onto it with little interest. Feeling calmer he walked back into the lounge and dropped the device on the couch. He looked it over once more then decided to push it behind a cushion, just in case her mother became angry over them playing with it. 

Last time they tampered with one of those ultrasonic things, all the dogs in the neighbourhood went mad. The last thing he heard was that they were trying out wave forms on humans. Something to do with exciting body fluids.

Sabrina was eighteen, the same age as him, but her mother treated her like a kid. Though, when he thought about it, it wasn't a good idea to start playing around with something they didn't know anything about. 

It looked harmless, yet they had no idea what it did. He chuckled; it was probably just another dog scarcer. Right now, there were probably dogs in the neighbourhood going wild on hearing a high frequency transmission.

John tapped his foot wondering what to do. He had better have that other cigarette, before Jane got home. 

He came in and washed his face and cleaned his teeth, even gargling, to get rid of the smell. Just as he was clear of the bathroom, Jane arrived. 

"Hi, Mrs. Jones, good day at the office?" he asked. 

"Don't ask, well, too late you have," she grimaced. "Where's Saby? I've got a takeout. Choose what you want, I'll have what's left," she said, pushing the bags into his arms.

"OK! I'll dish out a little of everything," John said. 

Jane walked off to her bedroom. He heard her shout at Sabrina, then the patter of feet as Sabrina hurried into the kitchen. 

"Go put on a movie while I dish out the food," he said. "Drink?" he asked his retreating girlfriend.

Three plates of Chinese food were placed onto a coffee table. Sabrina grabbed one, and John fetched the drinks. Jane came in and grabbed a plate and a fork. John sat down in an easy chair, disappointed not to be sitting next to Sabrina, as mother and daughter were sharing the sofa.

"Is it hot in here, or is it me?" Jane asked. 

"I'll get you a drink if you like?" John offered. He wasn't interested in the chick flick. He shouldn't have been so quick to try and impress Jane, by volunteering to dish out the food. Otherwise, he could have found a movie for them all. Leaving it to Sabrina earned him some points though. 

He just hoped she didn't go back to the essay afterwards; otherwise the effort would be wasted. They couldn't make-out at home, with her mother here, but they could at least get close to it. It wasn't so bad as the movie seemed to be getting her in the mood.

"I'll have one too," Sabrina called as he left the room. He chose large glasses, save getting up again. He handed them the clinking, ice laden glasses.

The movie was only half way through when they asked for more. He looked surprised, not expecting them to finish the first one, yet they were asking for a third. They hadn't been to the bathroom, so where was it all going?

He sat down, easing himself back, glancing at them. They did look hot, in both senses of the word, though he didn't like to take too much notice of Jane. She had a good figure, but it didn't seem right checking out his girlfriend's mother. She was slim, had long dark hair, with a smooth tanned complexion, much like her daughter. 

On more than one occasion, his friends had asked to be introduced to Sabrina's older sister. He was embarrassed to tell them it was her mother, knowing only too well the ribald comments that followed. 

He took a sideways glace at them both. Mrs Jones had loosened her blouse, and was popping another button undone. Seeing a deep cleavage appear, he quickly looked away. Sabrina seemed uncomfortable, with an occasional nervous touch to her breasts.

John took a keener interest in the movie. It seemed to involve the usual guy and woman flirting, then arguing over nothing of importance. Inevitably they would get together for a happy ending, so what was the point. They were mesmerised by the movie, looking excited by it. Maybe it had been a good choice after all. 

Sabrina looked hot and bothered, as much as her mother did. 

"I could do with another drink," Jane said, with a warm smile. 

"Me too," Sabrina added. 

Sabrina looked up at him through hooded eyes, when he handed the glass over. If her mother hadn't been sitting next to her, he would have leered back at an obvious look of interest. When he handed the glass to Jane, she too gave him a curious look. 

His hand shook from being caught looking down her blouse. Enough blueberry juice spilled around the edge to make it slippery. When she took it, the glass slipped, spilling some of the red juice over her white blouse.

"Oh! Sorry Mrs Jones!" he blurted out.

"Damn! It'll be stained," she murmured. As though he weren't there she flipped the remaining buttons, and pulled the blouse from the skirt. 

"Quickly put it in some cold water. In the kitchen sink," she instructed. 

"Mom! What are you doing?" Sabrina asked, sounding astonised.

John heard her say something as he quickly left, having tried not to look at her mother.

"This bra is like a bikini top sweetie, besides I'm hot anyway. Is it just me or do you feel it too?" Jane asked.

"It is, but that's no reason to strip off!" Sabrina admonished her mom. 

John came back in feeling nervous, trying not to look at either of them.

"If you're going to just sit there like that, I can too," Sabrina grudgingly retorted. 

"What do you think, John?" Jane asked. 

"Eh?" he croaked. He was staring at Sabrina removing her t-shirt. The way she held her arms over her head, struggling with the t-shirt, her breasts looked unusually big. They were pushed out in front of her, overflowing the small bra. 

He tried not to look at her mother, though it was so very difficult. She too must have chosen a small bra, as hers were pushed into what looked like an uncomfortably tight cleavage. 

"Do you feel hot?" she explained. 

"Yes, I guess so," he nervously replied. Of course they meant the temperature, not how he was feeling.

"Well, you might as well take your top of too, if you want to," Jane smiled. 

The predatory look she gave him was too much. Sabrina pulled the t-shirt off and flipped it over the back of the sofa. She looked up at him with a curious look, mirroring her mother's smile. They both seemed to be pushing their breasts out at him. 

"I'll go check the air-con," he stammered, and quickly left, hoping they hadn't noticed him staring. 

Shit! He really was feeling hot, from seeing them like that. Sabrina's breasts looked unusually large, though he hadn't seen Jane's before, so how could he tell. The illusion was either due to the light, or because they were both sitting there in a bra. Either way, it was going to be difficult to just sit there, watching the boring movie.

"Maybe it's not working right. I switched it off," he announced. 

Trying to avoid looking at them, he sat down to stare at the screen. The movie was just a blur. He kept glancing at the two women, or rather their breasts. Their cups really were overflowing. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the two women pushing at their breasts. They looked uncomfortable, and kept squirming on the sofa.

"Oh! It's killing me. This bra is too tight. I can hardly breath," Sabrina complained. Sabrina was lightly panting.

"Take it off if it's so uncomfortable," Jane told her. 

"Mom!" Sabrina moaned.

"What? I'm sure he's seen them before. There's no need to pretend," Jane smiled. They both looked at John, with that same curious look. 

Sabrina grabbed her t-shirt, ready to put it on. 

"Here, I'll take that. Mine's hurting too. It must have been a hot wash, the damn things have shrunk," Jane grumbled. She pulled the t-shirt on and slipped her arms out of the bra, turned it around, and unclipped it. It was produced from under the t-shirt, to be discarded over the back of the sofa.

"I feel terrible, not bad, just funny," Sabrina stated. 

"Take it off then, it looks as though its strangling you," Jane told her.

"I was going to use the t-shirt!" Sabrina pointedly said.

"I needed it you don't, he's seen it all before," Jane nervously laughed. 

"I will," Sabrina said, taking it as a dare, though not making a move.

"Well go on, don't suffer for nothing," Jane said, with a shrug.

John didn't think they were nothing. Perhaps the bra had shrunk, but her breasts looked awesome, as though they were trying to escape the thing. The brown of her aureole looked as though the nipples were about to peer over a wall. 

Jane's looked good too. The small t-shirt only made them look bigger. Her breasts pushed it out and up, to reveal a bare midriff. She had a better figure than he had guessed. A nice flat tummy under a large pair of breasts was very attractive.

"All right then, but don't tell me off for being naughty," she warned.

"I can't reach," she pointed out. With her arms behind her back, her breasts were pushed out and up. The nipples were certainly showing now.

"Here let me," Jane said.

Sabrina caught the cups as the bra pinged free. She held them up to her breasts, trying for some modesty. She looked down at them with a frown on her face. They were more than a handful. Her hand hardly covered a breast. She felt it, squeezing it, as though not believing it was real.

Jane pulled the bra away from her, to examine the label. "It's a thirty-six 'C' cup. Way too small," Jane said.

"They aren't mine," Sabrina distractedly murmured. 

Without the bra her hands flexed over the firm fleshy mounds. The dainty hands weren't nearly enough to cover them. They moved under her breasts to weigh them. She pinched a nipple then both. She sighed while playing with them.

"Of course it's yours, I've washed it often enough," Jane stated. She now had a distant look on her face, as though trying to fathom a deep mystery.

"No. These are not mine, they're too big," Sabrina gasped, as she pulled on the nipples. They were big and swollen hard. She flicked one, seeming to be mesmerised by them.

Jane felt her own breasts, weighing them as her daughter had her own. A frown creased her brow, trying to fathom a mystery

"Oh! Hell!" Jane whispered with force. A flash of insight wiped away the consternation, clearing her eyes. She struggled with the t-shirt, only just managing to get it over her huge breasts.

John had been staring, transfixed at the sight of his girlfriend playing with her breasts. He was right, they were bigger, much bigger. He knew that look. The faraway look in her eyes meant she was heated up. The way she was kneading her breasts and pulling on the nipples, it was no wonder. Why she was doing it while sitting next to her mother, was a mystery he didn't think about. He was too busy staring.

"John!" Jane sharply said, to get his attention.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. He hadn't even noticed her pulling the t-shirt off. "Sorry!" he apologised, yet carried on staring at Jane's breasts.

"Have they grown?" she asked, with a pleading look in her eyes. 

His girlfriend's mother was pushing her breasts out at him! He continued to murmur incoherently, until she repeated the question. Her voice was a feathery light gasp, not likely to demand attention.

"I don't know, I haven't seen them before, I haven't noticed them before, Mrs Jones, honest," he gushed.

"They are aren't they," she murmured, while struggling to stand. "Help me up," she demanded. 

She was struggling to control herself. She wanted to play with her breasts and it was difficult to resist, especially with Sabrina doing THAT. She purposely didn't look at her daughter playing with the inflated breasts. She couldn't leave her alone for long, so made a snap decision.

"Help me upstairs, and bring Saby," Jane sharply ordered. 

With an arm around each waist, he guided them out of the room. It was a struggle, not only because they were unsteady on their feet. Being this close to two half-naked women was difficult. At least they were too preoccupied to notice his raging hard-on.

"Dump her on the bed," Jane said. Both women were breathing heavily. Jane gave way, to slump next to her daughter. The mountains of her breast stuck up before her, blocking her view.

"In the top draw, find it!" Jane sighed, forcing the words out between clenched teeth. She could feel herself losing control, and desperately needed to hold on.

John looked through the draw of panties. His hand picked up a pair with the crotch gaping open. Under other circumstances it would have been a thrill to rifle through naughty underwear, even his girlfriends mothers, perhaps especially so. She was forbidden fruit, he reminded himself, as he picked up a tiny pair of fruit of the loom panties. Why would someone want so many pairs? The shapes and colours were so varied, with some looking very uncomfortable and impractical. 

"Err, what am I looking for?" he asked, with a small transparent pair of panties dangling in his hand.

"A. Black. Box," she gasped, between heavy breaths. 

"Oh! It's down stairs," he replied. 

"Don't. Touch it. Bring it," she managed to croak. She laid on her hands to prevent the awful need to touch her body.

John was about to ask how he was going to bring it, if he couldn't touch it. It dawned on him what had happened, and what he had done to them. He dare not look at the two women, as he hurried from the room. 

They had been sitting on the device, where he had hidden it in the sofa. He was in deep trouble. The image of Sabrina's swollen breasts dominated his mind so much, he nearly fell down the stairs. She was going to be so pissed with him, that it would be the end of their relationship. He had to do something to make amends, to get them back to normal.

Throwing the cushions to the floor, he couldn't find it. His hand delved into the back of the sofa. He pulled a couple of pens, coins, a notebook, a condom still wrapped - definitely not his - and eventually the little black box was pulled free.

Keeping his fingers away from the buttons he sped up stairs. In Mrs Jones bedroom he held out the box. It took a little while for her to let go of her breasts.

When she took it from him her hands were shaking. He turned to Sabrina to apologise, wanting to get it over and done with. She had given him the damn box in the first place, and told him to fiddle with it so it wasn't his fault entirely.

He gaped at her. She had her skirt up around her waist, with the panty crotch pulled aside. Her fingers were busy, very busy. He had tried to avoid looking at her when she was messing with her tits. Not wanting to face an embarrassing scene in front of her mother.

He gave the black box a look of fright and guilt. What the hell had he done? 

Mrs Jones slowly hit the buttons in a certain order, for the red light to flash then fade. She dropped it on the floor.

"John! Stop her! Do it to her," she mumbled. Her hands moved to her breasts, as though they were magnets. She squeezed them and pinched the nipples, unable to avoid them any longer. 

"Don't cum, in her. I need you too," she sighed heavily. Seeing him just stand there with a stupid look on his face, she had to force the words out. 

"Help her John! Do it to her, fuck her, you've got to. Then me, please," she croaked.

She closed her eyes, to concentrate on her needy breasts. They ached for attention. Sabrina was in deeper trouble than she was, as she had arrived home later. Although she knew what was happening, it was still impossible to resist.

It gradually sank in what Jane was saying. It was nothing to do with impregnating her. She didn't want him to cum in her daughter, because she needed him too. Seeing Sabrina so desperately rubbing her pussy, and so out of control, he had to do something. She was laying next to her mother, so how could he? 

Both of them were loudly groaning. Sabrina sounded more urgent and plaintive. Mrs Jones eyes were tightly shut, while she rubbed both breasts and pinched the huge nipples. They shouldn't be that big, even after playing with them so much. He couldn't take much more encouragement. He pulled his jeans off, and dropped his underwear. He climbed along the bed, with his cock sliding up Sabrina's thigh.

Jane opened her eyes, to see John mounting her daughter. It was too much to cope with. She hiked up the skirt and delved between her legs with two fingers. Her thumb found her clit to rub it furiously. With the other hand she pulled both nipples together, to pinch them hard. 

It was nowhere near enough. Now the box was off, the torment wouldn't grow more fierce, but it wouldn't subside until they had an orgasm. In the lab the subject only received ten minutes of 'treatment'. They had over an hour. 

The damn box was supposed to stimulate the soft tissues of the breasts, which it did, only the side effect proved it wasn't tuned enough. The subject in the lab had been acutely embarrassed, after becoming aroused. After only ten minutes she remained in control, unlike Sabrina and Jane.

It had been painful telling him to take her daughter, and so much more humiliating to say she needed him. All she could do, was wish her daughter to hurry up and cum.

Sabrina wouldn't pull her hands away from her pussy. When she felt a cock nudging her lips, a spark of reality ignited. She pulled on it, and thrust her hips up, to impale herself. 

The head of a cock was inside. It wasn't enough. The slow movement brought an impatient gargle of sound from her throat. 

Thinking he had hurt her he stopped. Balancing on knees and hands he meant to ask her if she was alright. Instead he gasped when she threw her legs around his buttocks and pulled him down. His cock buried into her deeply. The obvious groan of satisfaction answered his half formed question. 

He used his muscular legs to thrust into her, faster and faster, under her desperate urging. She kicked with her heels digging in to him, spurring him on. He felt her go limp and clasp her legs around him, holding on tight. 

The desperation of her movements surprised him, so much so, he didn't cum. This was not the usual long build up, with lots of persuasion, followed by a slow methodical ride. He didn't even think she was aware it was him. She just needed a cock, to make her cum.


The Breast Machine Ch. 02



Chapter 02

Waking up to the Consequences

Jane nudged her daughter's boyfriend. Wanting to avoid the unwelcome moment when he woke up, she didn't try too hard. He was laying heavily on her arm, trapping her on the bed. With his face inches from hers, there was no option other than studying the handsome face while he slept.

John was lightly breathing with a pleasant relaxed expression. It was a wonder he didn't have a big grin plastered over it, as he had made love to her daughter last night. It wasn't the first time, and as it was him, she didn't mind. Just so long as they were careful.

She pulled her arm again, trying to wriggle free. Before waking him, she wanted to get dressed, to at least retain some dignity. Lying on her bed naked, with her daughter's boyfriend was bad enough. If he woke up it would be terribly embarrassing. Especially after what happened last night.

She blew in his face, hoping he would turn over. He wrinkled his nose, and began to snore. She looked over his shoulder at Sabrina, to find she was still out for the count. He snuggled up closer. She felt his flaccid cock press against her thigh. Damn!

She blew in his ear, hoping he would move away. He murmured something and rubbed himself against her. It felt cold and wet with sticky sperm. Her thighs were wet too, from when he made love to her. It was definitely not making love, so much as rutting like an animal. 

The sordid sex had been necessary, to counter the effects of an experimental, sonic device. It was supposed to stimulate fat cells in the body, and worked well. The cells absorbed water to expand. Unfortunately the frequency wasn't tuned enough.

A females breasts grew larger as expected. Though the first experiment with a human female, had an unforeseen side effect, not detected in primates. The poor woman became aroused. Probably because a human doesn't have an annual mating cycle, though biology was someone else's department.

The lab experiment only lasted a few minutes, whereas Jane and her daughter had sat through a movie, while it worked away at them. Eventually Jane realised what was happening, and took the only course open to her. She asked John to relieve the intense arousal effect, by taking them until they climaxed. 

There was nothing she could do about their breasts. They would just have to wait and see what happened.

Having to tell him to take her daughter, was bad enough. Asking him to take her too, was damnably embarrassing. Though at the time, she was so carried away it was the one thing in the world she desired. Sooner or later she would have to face them both. That would be hell! 

She just hoped Sabrina wouldn't fully remember what happened.

He was rubbing her inner thigh, with a growing hard-on! She would have to escape this damnable situation before he woke up. Jane pushed with one hand, and pulled with the trapped arm. He moved. He pressed himself closer, and wrapped an arm around her. 

He was a big hunk of a handsome guy, yet not full of himself at all. He was a nice modest young man. She liked him, but not this much. He instinctively moved in his sleep. He stiffened his legs, while pushing up with his feet, as though stretching. She felt the head of his cock nudge her lips. 

"Bugger!" she breathed. Thinking she could have been facing the other way, brought on a nervous giggle. Being buggered by her daughters boyfriend would have been despicable, though how much worse could it be than what already happened?

She tried to squirm away from him with desperate tugs and manoeuvres. A wrong move pushed the head of his penis between her lips. That stopped her movements dead. Still asleep, he began to slowly and imperceptibly enter her. 

Laying very still she felt his penis slowly impaling her, deeper and deeper. 

"John!" she whispered. She strained to peer over his shoulder, and was relieved to see Sabrina still sleeping soundly.

"Hell! Please stop," Jane whispered, a little louder this time. 

She had been married long enough to know how soundly men slept after a heavy sex session. His efforts had been more than enough to keep him dead to the world. After taking her daughter, she had pleaded with him to take her. The humiliating memory made her cringe. 

Jane softly groaned. He had helped her to a feeble climax, enough to counter the devices unwanted arousal. After that she had clung onto him, needing a more fulfilling orgasm. The memory of imploring him to fuck her hard, was terrible. When he had cum last night, it set her off. That second orgasm had been wonderful, and fulfilling. 

He had worked hard, so deserved a long rest. She looked into his face confirming he was still asleep. Waking him was a nasty thought, but it had to be done.

The gentle movements weren't anywhere near as frantic as that last session. The slow long thrusts were gentle. Having a strong young man fuck her, was too much to resist. She quietly moaned, becoming deeply aroused. That he was asleep while it happened, with her daughter on the bed, was too creepy. 

Jane took a deep breath, and shoved at him. "John! Please!" she whispered, as loudly as she dared.

John moaned, and his eyes flickered. He yawned, and a little spray of spit brushed her face. 

"Hi Mrs Jones," he murmured, and looked as though he was going to fall back to sleep.

"Wake up!" Jane urged.

Seeing his eyes flicker open, she whispered close in his ear. "Move away from me, please," she breathed heavily at him.

"Sure," he murmured, and began to turn over. 

She grabbed him before he fell onto Sabrina and woke her up. "Take it away, please," Jane said.

"OK!" he sleepily spoke. He moved his arm from around her, at the same time arching his back.

Jane felt his penis smoothly push deep. The feeling rocked her for a moment. Having thought she had brought herself under control, it was a surprise to feel how arousing it was. 

"Not your arm," she said. There was nothing for it, this had to stop!

"Your penis! Take your penis out of my, my vagina," Jane firmly told him. 

The words sounded prim, wrong, and awkward. It was surreal. If anyone came in now what would they think? As troubling as it was, she had instigated an orgy with her daughter and boyfriend. 

What if he spurted his sperm into her now? He would wake up to find he had yet again fucked his girlfriends mother. He might think she instigated this too. She would have to convince him it was all an accident. If Sabrina woke up, Jane would die of shame. 

At least John had stopped those delicious slow thrusts. "John, please, remove your penis," Jane pleaded.

"Mrs Jones, you OK? What happened?" he asked, with a muzzy voice, matching the expression.

"Keep quiet, and don't move. Don't wake Sabby," Jane hissed. She could see waking memories enlightening him, from the confused expressions crossing his face.

"Sorry, Mrs Jones, I didn't mean to, last night, you and Sabrina, I mean. . . Oh! What?" he slowed down to a stunned halt.

"Keep quiet," she reminded him. With her free hand she put a finger to his lips. 

"My cock, is it in your cunt? Oh! Sorry, Mrs Jones. I meant you're pussy, no, err," he stammered into silence. He closed his eyes tight, as though hoping it would all go away.

"Yes! Don't fidget!" she warned him.

He carefully moved his arm away from her, slowly manoeuvring to make space. His eyes opened wide. "Your tits, sorry Mrs Jones, your breasts," he stammered.

"Yes, I know. They'll take awhile to return to normal. Lift yourself up, so I can get free," Jane told him. 

She could feel a fit of giggles coming on. The horrendous situation was enough to make her cry, or laugh out loud. Either might wake her daughter. She could imagine telling Sabrina to move over a little, so her boyfriend could remove his cock from her cunt. His coarse terminology, though only too true.

He was staring at her enlarged breasts. She could feel the nipples were engorged, and it wasn't from the cold. Now he was awake and so close to her, the embarrassment was cooling down her arousal. She could feel her vagina tightening around his penis.

It felt all the more big and hard inside her. She felt as though she had been speared. 

"Lift up a little more, so I can get my arm free," she encouraged.

"Wait! Not like that," she warned him. As he lifted his muscular frame, his penis was shoved deeper still. She gulped air. She felt him nudge her cervix, while trying to lift his body.

"Lie still, for a moment, please," she gasped.

"Sorry, Mrs Jones," he sheepishly said.

"Try not to move back or you'll wake Sabby. Lift upward, so I can free my arm," she directed.

Laying on his side it was difficult, but he managed to arch his back allowing her to pull her arm free. It also meant him thrusting hard into her. With a dead arm free, she concentrated on the next awkward manoeuvre. 

It was difficult to think of anything while his cock was deeply imbedded at that unusual angle. Every time he squirmed, it rubbed her clit.

"Keep still!" she warned. 

She took a moment to get her strength back. The animal like rutting earlier, and this embarrassing situation, had sapped her energy. 

The humiliation of inadvertently being on the end of his cock when he woke up, was keeping her aroused. She had an urge to press against him, and smother him with kisses.

"Damn! This is so bad," Jane murmured to herself.

"Sorry, Mrs Jones, I didn't mean to . . ." John whispered back.

"Stop calling me that. You've got your cock up me. We can't get more personal than that, so call me Jane," she hissed back at him. "Push me off the bed, but don't let me drop," she said, afraid the noise might wake her daughter.

He didn't seem to know where to hold on.

"Oh! For pity's sake. Just grab my breasts," she scolded him.

It felt like her body was being pulled inside out. The slow movement of his cock retreating, knowing she was losing it forever, made her gasp. He stopped pushing her away. She so desperately wanted him to pull her into his arms, she nearly told him to.

"Sorry, Jane, did I hurt you? Your very tight, Oh! Sorry, should I have said that?" he asked.

She didn't answer him. It did feel as though her vagina was holding on, but she didn't want to think about it. She pushed him with a foot, and slowly slipped onto the floor, with him holding on to her breasts. He was leaning over the edge of the bed looking worried.

"You can let go of my breasts now," she scolded him.

She got up onto her knees. 

"Try to get up without waking Sabby. Follow me out. Scooping up her clothes, she remembered throwing them off last night, to press her naked body against him. She shuddered to think how uncontrollable that damn device had made her. 

As she was pulling on her panties in the hall, he stepped out, carrying his clothes. She stared at his erect penis for an embarrassing long moment. It seemed to be pointing accusingly at her. She imagined it telling her that she did this, so finish it off.

"Get dressed, and we'll have a coffee. We need to talk before Sabby wakes," Jane said.

In the kitchen Jane busied herself making coffee, trying to find the right words to keep him quiet. She handed him a cup, relieved to see how sheepish he looked. It was a difficult situation for him too.

"It's imperative we keep this quiet. For all our sakes," Jane flatly stated.

"Yes, of course, I understand," John nodded vigorously. 

He felt guilty over switching on the damn device. Having Sabrina, while her mother was on the same bed was more than unusual. It was only because Sabrina was so worked up that he managed to keep it up. Having her mother beg him to fuck her was beyond unusual.

How Sabrina was going to react, and what she would say, he dreaded to think about. 

"You're going to have to talk it through with Sabby, you know that," Jane advised, trying to sound firm. He nodded his head, with an obvious look of trepidation. "I'll try to soften her up first. She's bound to be angry. With herself, you, and me," Jane mused. 

They both stood quietly contemplating how Sabrina might react. Predictably she would blow up, raging, banging doors, and eventually calming down to analyse the situation. Like her mother she would eventually make the best of it.

"How things go from here is up to you two. I'll stay out of the way. Let you sort it out between you," Jane quietly said.

"You had better go home and change. Let her blow off steam then come back to talk," she advised.

"Thanks, Mrs Jones, err, Jane," John said, giving her a weak smile, that instead showed he felt sorry for himself.

At least he didn't look as though he was about run out and brag to his friends. She knew he cared about her daughter, and was a decent caring young man. What happened was beyond decency, but maybe they could handle it.

She put a hand on his shoulder, wanting to comfort him. The dejected look had her ready to mother him. They pulled close in a mutually needed warm embrace. 

"Thanks for being so good about this. You're marvellous. I promise not to say anything to anyone. I'll try real hard to make it up to you both," he sincerely spoke.

She didn't understand he felt guilty over switching on the device, rather, she thought he meant what happened in bed. 

"It's OK. Not your fault. You did what you had to do. We just have to find a way to live with it," Jane told him.

She took his face in both hands to stare in his face, trying to comfort him. It was important to keep him on their side. On impulse she kissed his lips. The kiss went on a fraction too long. She opened her mouth without thinking about it. His arms wrapped themselves around her holding on tight. Their tongues met briefly. 

They quickly pulled away, looking embarrassed. Staring at the floor, not able to look at each other, they murmured something inane, which went unheard. She watched his cute ass disappear out the back door.

Steadying herself against the worktop, she told herself not to be stupid. It was just the effect of what happened earlier. 

"Shit! Of course I'm feeling hot after what happened. He's a handsome, virile young stud. He had me three times and that's never happened before. Of course I'm bloody well hot and bothered," Jane spoke out loud. 

She tried to convince herself everything would be all right. Of course it would, it had to work out, eventually. Sabrina would have to be calmed down enough to talk to him. The last thing she wanted was for them to fall out. It would allow him to talk about the sordid affair to his buddies. That was the last thing she should mention to Sabrina, or it would rile her.

***

"Sabby? You awake?" Janet slowly spoke, trying to quietly rouse her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, helping her daughter to sit up. She purposely didn't hand her the coffee, and wouldn't until she calmed down.

"Weird dream, mom," she started to say, then her eyes opened wide. "Your chest!" she exclaimed, and looked down at her own breasts. "What happened?" she yelped.

Jane patiently went through the previous evening with her. Often stopping to let her catch up. She was obviously putting the explanation together, with what she could remember.

"So John brought you up here," Janet said, making it sound perfectly reasonable.

"He did it to me, didn't he," she said. The first words spoken since the monologue started. 

"He had to. It's not the first time, nor the last I expect," Jane smiled, trying to calm her. She was waiting for the explosion. 

"What about these?" she asked, changing the subject. She cradled the large breasts in both hands. "You were rude last night with John. You pulled your t-shirt off!" she laughed. It was a tight noise, and nothing like a relaxed pleasurable sound.

"They'll go back to normal after awhile. Give it a week," Jane reassured her.

"It'll be alright for me. The girls in class often suddenly develop bumps. I've been through the usual bawdy jokes before. How can YOU go to work like THAT?" Sabrina eventually asked.

"I haven't thought about it. I'm owed time, so maybe I'll have a week off. I can't let you go to school like that, you'll have a week off too. Look Sabby, you've got to face up to what happened and speak to John," Jane said, with a grave frown. Her daughter was taking this too easily.

"I remember playing with them in front of you both. I couldn't stop myself. Is that why he brought me up here? You told him to do it to me?" Sabrina asked.

"I had to. The effect was so strong, you needed help," Jane explained. Sabrina was looking at her with a curious expression.

"What about you? You didn't have anyone to 'help' you," she quietly spoke, with a deep frown creasing her brow. 

She looked at her mother's bed, as though seeing it for the first time. She moved a leg over to feel a wet patch. Looking at the rumpled sheets, where a visible indentation was, she guessed the truth.

"John 'helped' you too." Sabrina calmly stated. 

"I'm sorry, so very sorry. It couldn't be avoided. I tried so very hard," she said, with tears in her eyes. 

"I bet he enjoyed that!" she spat at her mother.

"No! It wasn't like that. It wasn't his fault, it was that damned device!" Jane almost shouted. She stared at her daughter, willing her to understand.

"Why did you develop such an awful thing?" she asked. Her voice was controlled, only just hanging on to an outburst of anger.

"It was supposed to be a safe way to avoid surgery. It worked too. We just had an overdose. The side effect was unexpected. It was so strong because it had been on for too long," Jane explained.

"Why did you bring it home?" Sabrina asked.

"Once we found out about the side effects another model was built. I thought it best to keep this one out of the way. The lab guys have a stupid sense of humour. I didn't want them getting their hands on it. They were going to use it on the receptionist. I thought it would be safe in there," she said, pointing to a draw. "It has to be broken up," she added.

"What did John say?" she asked.

"He was too embarrassed to say much, you know what he's like. He'll keep quiet about what happened. I just hope you two can make up and get back to normal," Jane weakly smiled.

"I'm not sure I want to try. Leave me alone, I need to think," Sabrina angrily said.

As Jane closed the door, she heard her daughter sobbing. She was like her father in some ways. A quick outburst of anger, followed by feeling sorry for herself, was the usual pattern. This time the angry outburst had been skipped. 

Jane couldn't go back in there to fetch the stash of cigarettes, and she didn't feel comfortable going out for some. She would be too self-conscious without a bra. A couple of new bra's would have to be bought, to wear until these big things went down. 

She unconsciously rubbed them, and started to think of John. She hadn't had such a good session in a long time, maybe never as good as that. She started thinking over experiences with college boyfriends, remembering the inexperienced fumbling. 

Her husband was considerate in bed. He had never been as energetic as John. She re-ran that second time, which culminated in a wild orgasm. She hadn't dreamt it could be so fulfilling, and so powerful. Hearing her own heavy breathing, she became aware of a deep excitement, and a lustful need. 

She jumped up off the sofa. "That damn box!" Throwing the cushions around, she searched for it. Remembering John had brought it to her bedroom, she calmed down. It was off, she was sure of that. It wasn't the device working her up.

The arousal was from this morning, obviously. Having his penis inside without an orgasm, must be the reason. On top of that was the naughty session last night. Of course she was on edge. 

Jane tried to concentrate on something else. Looking on the internet for an illness to keep Sabrina off school would help.




The Breast Machine Ch. 02



***

At the same time John too was on the internet. He signed in to Jane's intranet, using her password. Sabrina had used it when they were searching for information for a science project. It hadn't been changed, so he was in to the corporate information system. Now what should he do? What was the damn thing called? 

Eventually he found a description of an experiment that fitted what happened last night. Not so dramatic an effect, though obviously the same device had been used. The settings were described in detail, so as to re-create the experiment. It was the first and last time used on a human subject.

He looked at the box, memorising the controls. Last night it must have been set on high, to have such dramatic results. He wondered what would happen if it was left on a low setting, for a long period. 

The phone rang before he had a chance to think it through. 

"John! I've spoken to Sabby. She's asleep now, but I think she took it well. Considering. No. She didn't kick off. Maybe later when its sunk in. If you want to come around to talk about it, I'm here. You sure you're alright? OK. I'll call you when she's ready. I'm sorry too. Let's just try and forget it, OK?" Jane said.

Hanging up left her feeling down. She wondered why she had called him. Reasoning it through, it was from a need to know he was there, at home, and not out with friends. He was thinking about Sabrina, concerned for her. Jane felt a touch of jealousy, and wondered why.

"Shit! I'm not getting a crush on him. For hell's sake!" Jane laughed. "Ok! He fucked my brains out last night, but that's no reason to fall in love with the boy," she blurted out. He certainly wasn't a boy. He was a big man, all over. "Youngsters today don't fumble around either, like we did," she giggled.

"Get a grip woman, you're being stupid," she laughed again. 

She felt happier just talking to him, and pleased that she would be calling him later. She looked forward to seeing him again, as though she were a love sick schoolgirl. He was a nice young man, handsome, with a cute ass. Trying to shake off the foolishness, she decided to keep busy.

***

Sabrina woke up, with a hand between her legs. The other was kneading a breast. "Wow! That was a powerful dream," Sabrina thoughtfully said. The state of arousal would have to be put on hold, as she had things to do. A quick shower, something to eat, then an uncomfortable talk with John, was necessary.

***

John felt uncomfortable just visiting them, so knocked on the door instead of walking in through the kitchen. Jane answered looking startled, as though it were a surprise. She had called him saying Sabrina wanted to talk, so she knew it would be him. 

Jane felt flushed on seeing him standing in the doorway. 

"Come in, John," she mumbled. Instead of standing aside she let him push passed her.

"Sabrina is in a good mood, so don't worry. I think everything can be sorted out," Jane said, trying to cheer him up.

"I feel terrible," he miserably informed her, with a shrug, indicating he didn't know what else to say.

He looked so worried she couldn't help reaching out to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and patted him on the back. They snuggled together in a warm embrace. She pulled her head back to look at him, and ran her fingers through his hair.

"You'll be alright, I'm sure. Poor thing, it's been awkward for you too," Jane sympathised.

"Thanks Jane, I appreciate your support," he returned.

"You're a lovely young man, not many your age are so considerate," she told him. 

Feeling a hardness in his jeans pressing against her tummy, was a reminder of what they had done together. The last time he entered her she had been left unfulfilled. She was still wound up, so had to be careful she didn't make a fool of herself.

"You're marvellous yourself. I'm lucky not to be thrown out, never to return," he weakly smiled.

"It's not your fault. It was just an accident. You're so sweet and considerate," Jane softly spoke. 

She hugged him tighter, trying to reassure him. He returned the hug. She felt his cock larger and harder through the thin gown. An urge to lift on tiptoe, to impale herself on it was difficult to resist.

Instead she kissed his lips. "No need to say anything, I understand," she breathed out on a heavy sigh. She didn't understand anything, except that she was hot and shouldn't be. This was all wrong. She was almost drooling over him, needing him to finish what he started this morning.

She kissed him again, less demurely. Before she lost control he pulled her close, with her head on his shoulder. He patted her bottom affectionately. 

"I had better go and see Rebecca," he said into her ear.

The breath from his words sent a thrill down her back. His big firm hand on her bottom made her legs weak. At that moment she was prepared to open the gown to show off her naked body. It would be a blatant offer, and an expression of how she felt. 

She wasn't sure if he was saving her from herself, or really had to go. A wave of jealousy followed a feeling of rejection. She couldn't eat. Preparing coffee was just a routine. 

"It must be from what happened this morning. I was more worked up than I realised," she told the coffee machine.

John needed an excuse to delay facing Sabrina. He hovered outside the bedroom door, thinking about what happened in the kitchen. Her mother had been all over him. He could feel her naked body under the wraparound gown. When he patted her bottom, she pressed herself against him, rather than scold him.

He wondered if she was just being over motherly with him. It could, of course, be down to having sex last night, and this morning. After that it would be hypocrisy to remain distant. He thought about the devices influence on her, and if it was still in effect.

He knocked lightly on Sabrina's door, hoping she had fallen asleep.



The Breast Machine Ch. 03



John walked in to Sabrina's bedroom, expecting an all-mighty row. At the very least he would receive the silent treatment, until she decided he had suffered enough. Instead she smiled at him, and patted the bed for him to sit. 

"I'm sorry John, it's all my fault. I gave you that damn control thing. I didn't realise it would . . . Well, you know," she sheepishly spoke. 

He didn't know what to say. She was acting coy, which was something new. She could be a bitch sometimes. He stared at her, wondering if this was a prelude to something. Was she waiting for him to say the wrong thing?

"You're not angry with me are you?" she hesitantly asked. 

"No, of course not. It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened," he offered, trying to figure out what mood she was in.

"I guess. Can we try and get back to how things were?" she asked.

She was looking at him intently, waiting for his reaction.

"If we can get over what happened, yea. I want to try," he sincerely added.

"I'm glad. I've got to live with these for awhile," she said, while cupping her breasts under the sheet.

"What? Oh! Are they still, I mean, are they alright?" he asked. He felt wary from knowing he had done that to her body. He had left the device on the sofa, while it worked away at her, and her mother too. Not that he realised what it was for, which was some consolation.

"They don't hurt or anything. They should start going down, maybe by the end of the week. You saw them last night, do you think they've gone down. What do you think?" Sabrina asked, and lowered the sheet.

His first reaction was to say they looked great. "They might have, it's hard to tell," he said, trying not to look too interested. The sonic device certainly did a good job. They were big and firm. They looked pert, he decided, but kept quiet.

"Do you like them? Like this I mean," she asked.

"Yes, err, they're OK. It'll be better when back to normal," he said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Perhaps you had better take advantage while you can," she boldly stated, with a giggle. She took his hands to press them against her chest. 

"You like them like this, don't you?" she plaintively asked.

"Yes, they're nice. I just meant. . . Well, it'll be OK, just give it time," John said, trying to be neutral. It was too distracting to fathom what she wanted to hear, while holding a large pair of breasts. They were certainly a couple of sizes bigger than normal, at least. 

"I'm not used to them. It all happened so quickly. It feels better when you touch them. They kind of ache. Would you do me a favour?" she coyly asked.

"Sure, anything," he agreed, not really listening.

"Would you, err. This sounds terrible, maybe I shouldn't ask," she demurred.

"It's OK. Ask away, anything you want," he murmured. 

"Well. They kind of ache, all tingly. I wondered if you would kiss them, just to see if it helps," she quietly asked.

John didn't say a word. He nodded. It was exactly what he was thinking, though not for therapy. He shuffled closer on the bed. She cupped a breast, offering it up to him. He leaned forward to take as much of the breast as possible into his mouth. Feeling a nipple hardening, he sucked it.

"That feels much better," she cooed. "Lay down next to me, closer," she encouraged. 

John felt a breast nudging his ear. With encouragement he began sucking hard on the nipple. He wrapped both hands around the plump breast, and gently squeezed. 

"That feels so good. The other one. Suck it hard. Try nibbling, gently," she warned.

They had never bothered much with her breasts before. Not when cuddling, or during foreplay. Now they were so sensitive, it felt arousing. 

"Do you want to. . . Do you want to do it?" she asked, in a breathless whisper. 

John unwrapped his hand from around a breast to push it under the sheet. He was surprised to find her legs weren't tightly pressed together as usual. She had spread them before he even touched her thigh. He would remember to pay her breasts more attention in future.

His fingers hardly touched her, when she began panting. She was pulling at him.

"I'm ready, are you?" she asked. There was no need to ask, as she had a firm grip of his cock. Her hand had delved in while he was sucking on her nipples. 

"Now John, I need you," she whispered. 

Not waiting for him to get undressed she pulled his cock from the jeans. He reluctantly let go of a nipple, as she frantically pulled at him. As he manoeuvred on top, she guided his hips. 

"Do it to me, John. Fuck me!" she breathlessly implored. 

This was all new too, only he was past thinking about how she normally behaved. She wasn't a prude, though never so eager as this.

Feeling him enter her body she let out a low moan. Although usually quiet, they had never dared make love while her mother was home. Now she was gasping for air with exhaled guttural noises. 

"Fuck me hard! Harder," she demanded. 

"I'm nearly there! Up a bit," she implored him, while shoving hard with her hips. His cock was rubbing her clit as he thrust in with strong long strokes. 

They both exploded together, and deflated into the soft bed. The cooing sounds intermingled, as for that moment their climax became one shared sensation. His was one of arriving and getting off. Hers was the moment of intensity in a continuing journey. They lay back together breathing heavily. 

"I needed that," she sighed. 

"Your different. That was great," he smiled. 

"Keep doing that its nice," she encouraged. Her nipples were still sensitive to his strokes and caresses. She put an arm around him cuddling his face to her breasts. "You certainly like them," she giggled. 

Sabrina was listening to his muffled compliments. She was thinking about what he said. "What did you mean, different?" she asked, lifting his head away from a breast.

"More sexy," he said, and went back to sucking on a nipple.

"Stop that, I want to talk," she said, and squeezed her thighs together. The soft touches down there were too nice.

"Because my breasts are bigger, or something else," she demanded to know. 

The tone of voice meant the analytical head was on, and she wouldn't leave the subject alone. John propped up his head with one hand while dallying with what he was allowed to. She had her arms folded over her breasts, and legs pressed together.

"More active, when we're doing it," he explained. 

Sabrina interpreted that to mean less inhibited. She had been in need, like a bitch in heat. It confirmed what she had been thinking, that it wasn't just her breasts that remained affected. 

He pulled off his jeans and slid under the covers. She was thinking about something and resisting his efforts to tease her.

Before she could demand more from him, there was a light knock on the door. Jane walked in carrying mugs of coffee. Hell! That confirmed it. She hadn't thought about her mother being home, and even if she had, the demand was too great to hold back.

"Here take these. I see you've made up," Jane lightly spoke. 

Sabrina frowned at her mother. She was wearing a light summer gown, obviously with nothing under it. When she bent forward to give John his coffee it gaped open, showing an ample cleavage. Hell! Her mom's breasts were even bigger than hers.

Of course, if she was still feeling the effects of the damn device, then so was mom. Sabrina studied her. The fact she had come in here, knowing they were probably in bed together, said it all. She was hanging around, smiling at John. 

The gown was loosely tied in a bow around her waist. Consequently it opened to the thigh when she swayed her hips. It looked as though she were offering herself to him. 

"Thanks for the coffee mom. Sorry to have used your bed," Sabrina warily said. She was waiting for a reaction to the audacious statement.

"That's OK, Sabby. As long as John is happy," she said, and gave him a big smile. 

Her mother's reaction was enough to confirm she too was under that damn devices influence. She needed time to think about the consequences. 

"I'll be out in a minute," Sabrina pointedly said.

"OK. I'll fix something to eat. What would you like John?" she gushed.

"Anything Jane. Whatever you make will be just fine," he sheepishly replied.

Reluctantly Jane left the room, turning in the doorway to smile at him. Sabrina was intently watching her, observing the wiggle of her hips. She never did that before. Damn! Her mother was playing up to her boyfriend.

"John! Listen to me. I'm still effected by that damn thing you were playing with," she crossly announced.

"Don't worry, they'll go down soon. Give it a week," he said, trying not to sound disappointed. 

"I'm not talking about these. My sex drive is still over-active. I'm going to need you to be around," she reluctantly pointed out. "Don't look so happy about it," she added.

"There's something you haven't thought about. Didn't you notice the way mom was behaving? Toward you I mean. She's affected too," Sabrina pointed out. "What are we going to do about that?" she said.

"I don't know," he quietly spoke. He had noticed, but wasn't going to mention it.

"We could send her out to a bar, to pick up a man," Sabrina sarcastically said. She looked at him, hoping for the right reaction.

"What! That's a terrible thing to say!" John loudly responded. 

"What's the alternative. She'll be climbing the walls soon," she slowly and clearly said. She could see him thinking about it, knowing he wouldn't volunteer anything.

"John. Would you do me a really big favour. You looked after her last night, could you do it again? It has to be done. She's suffering, John," Sabrina pointed out. 

She put on the big eyed pleading look. She didn't think he would have much of an objection. It was important to let him do what had to be done, without feeling guilty. They both needed him to be there for them. Looking after her mother was a nice way of putting it. Hell! She was asking him to fuck her mother.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, with the decency to at least appear reluctant. "What will Jane say? Has she talked to you about it?" John asked. He felt nervous discussing such an idea while in bed with Sabrina. It was her mother's bed, which made it all the more uncomfortable. 

"I'm sure, trust me. You remember what we were like last night. It won't be so bad, and will receded over the next few days. Until then we BOTH need you, to, err, look after us. You can do it, you have to. Once we're back to normal," Sabrina began, not knowing what to say. How could they ever have a normal relationship after this.

"What shall I say?" he worriedly asked. 

"Don't say anything. Just see how things go," she advised.

Sabrina got out of bed. She blew him a kiss. He returned it with a weak smile. He was too preoccupied to ogle her naked body. 

Like her mother she had a light cotton gown wrapped around her, only hers was tightly wrapped. Entering the kitchen her mother looked over her shoulder, almost ignoring her. 

"John is still in bed," Sabrina explained.

"Shall I take him this," Jane eagerly offered.

"That's a good idea. Wait! He's feeling guilty over what happened. I want you to do me a favour, or him really. Give him a cuddle, and tell him it's not his fault. Will you, just for me," Sabrina lied. 

"It's not his fault! He shouldn't feel bad about it. I'll tell him so," she earnestly spoke in his defence.

"Don't forget to give him a big hug, he needs a cuddle," Sabrina shouted to her as she hurried out. 

"Hope you like your steak medium," Jane purred. 

"Didn't think I could eat, but I'm so hungry. Thanks Jane," he said, around a mouthful of tender meat. 

She moved the tray to the floor and joined him on the bed. She didn't bother rearranging the open gown as it split to show off her thighs. She put an arm around him pulling him close.

"There's no need to feel bad about what happened. You are a nice considerate young man. You look as though you need a reassuring cuddle," she heavily whispered.

"Yes," was all he managed to say. He noticed her slim thighs, and the way she breathed in his ear. Sabrina had been right, she was vibrating with sexuality. She was murmuring something when she pulled his head to her chest.

"Your such a nice young man. I don't want you to feel bad. You had to do it. I needed it. I need. . ." she faltered.

The thought that she needed him now drove home what was happening. What she was doing was wrong. It was obvious why but she couldn't stop herself. She pressed his face between her breasts, and kissed the top of his head. 

He pushed her away, leaving her feeling rejected. It hurt so much it was a physical pain. 

"It's all right Jane. We both need a nice cuddle. It was a shock. Don't worry, everything will be all right," he soothed. He lifted the covers to wrap his arms around her. He held her tight. He kissed her face, working a way to her lips. 

She was about to say this was all wrong. The grip of his strong arms took her breath away. His gentle caresses soothed away doubts. When his lips touched hers she opened her mouth, letting him take her.

She lay next to him, compliantly accepting his tongue exploring hers. A last note of warning went unheard. She tightened her grip on him, pulling at his body. She tried to roll back on the bed, to pull him onto her. He was too strong and heavy. Her movements became more frantic.

Instead he pulled her on top. She needed no instruction. Her legs slid either side of his thighs parting the gown. She lifted up to delve between them, to find what she needed. Gripping his cock in one hand, she positioned her crotch to rub the hardness between her lips. They were distended, wet, and ready. 

Jane felt his cock rub her clit. She rubbed it again and again. it was no good she needed to assuage a deep empty feeling within her body. She pressed down over his cock touching a gaping needful hole. The bulb of his cock felt big, as if she were being stretched.

In frustration she heaved down, only to find crouching on him didn't give her enough room. She was poised on the end of his cock, desperately pushing down. Her breasts jiggled with every frustrating lunge. 

"Please, fuck me, fill me up, I need your cock. Fuck me John, fuck me," Jane pleaded. 

She felt him thrust upward, lifting her high. She groaned a great sigh of relief. It felt as though her entire body was being taken. He was reaching deeply into her body, only to rest there.

John pulled a pillow under his hips. He was more aware of where they were and what they were doing than she was. Jane seemed out of it, in a world of her own. He settled back, feeling his cock tightly gripped. She was more experienced than Sabrina, having the skill to grip with inner muscles.

The thought made him feel guilty. He had guided her mother on top for an easier ride. If Sabrina was right, he would have to conserve his strength. It was the right thing to do, yet it seemed so immoral. She began to energetically ride him. He watched her large breasts bouncing around.

He couldn't help gripping them and squeezing tight. She hardly noticed, not missing a beat as she bounced on his cock. He wanted to tell her to go steady, or she might do him some damage. 

It had only been a short time since he spurted his load into Sabrina. It would take a long time to cum this time. She seemed to be enjoying herself, so he lay back letting Jane bounce away on his bone.

It was starting to ache. He pinched her nipples, hoping it might slow her down or make her cum. She howled loudly, and he looked at the door expecting to see Sabrina wondering what he was doing to her mother. They had been at it for an age. She was sweating pearls. The bed was creaking, and with every downward thrust she was loudly groaning. 

Sabrina couldn't bear to hear her mother yelling. She turned the music up, and pressed the earphones in place. The hard rock number drowned out the awful sound of her mother being seen to by her boyfriend. 

Jane threw her head back with a loud curse. "Fuck! Fill me up, fill me with your sperm, cum now, please," she shouted. 

John thrust up powerfully. He was refreshed and ready to fuck her. A few powerful strokes completed her orgasm.

"No! Keep still, keep it deep," she complained. Her entire body shivered, and she gripped his hips with her knees. Her hands leaned on his chest trying to keep him still.

John ignored her pleading tones. He was ready now, so near, he couldn't help bucking her around like a rag doll. "Yea! Yea!" he exclaimed.

Jane was coming to her senses, after a deep satisfying orgasm. The need to feel him deep inside while she cum was paramount. Instead he pulled back, then thrust in. She didn't need more stimulation. The tension in her vagina flexed her muscles, tightening and relaxing. She implored him to keep still, but he ignored her pleas. The orgasm was so powerful, she wanted to cry. 

It felt as though she were on a bucking bronco. His cock was hitting her deep, thrusting hard into her body. It was a surprise to feel it wasn't a climax, as it continued on and on, while he fucked her. 

She felt a final strong thrust. He held her up off the bed, with her full weight bearing down on his cock. It felt as though she were impaled. It was a good feeling. She felt his cock flexing, pumping, spurting into her. She lifted her head up, with eyes wide. A moan escaped her lips as he triggered another orgasm. 

She was still. He was rigid. 

His legs flopped from the effort. He felt drained. 

Jane felt full of energy, his energy, his sperm. Both heaved deeply for air. He still gripped her breasts, and pulled her down to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her soft yielding body, hugging tight.

Jane wandered in and out of reality. Both orgasms had rocked her mind. The reality of screwing her daughter's boyfriend both appalled, and excited her. 

"John," she whispered. 

He was sleeping heavily. "We can't keep doing this," she reasoned. His soft cock was squeezed against her belly. She didn't want to move from it. 

The way she behaved earlier was embarrassing. That damn device had her acting like a love sick schoolgirl. At least now she could think clearly. She wondered how long she had before sexual need had her longing for him. 

She was a woman, not a young girl. Behaving like a love sick girl, drooling over him, was demeaning. Knowing she would sink to that level again was awful.

Had Sabrina set her up for this? Jane remembered she said to give him a cuddle. She must know what was happening to them. Damn! Her daughter had sent her in here to get laid by her boyfriend. Something would have to be done about this deplorable situation.

She pushed her arms under him and held on tight. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady breathing and thumping heart. As she fell asleep, she murmured, "It's not my fault, I can't help it." 

A contented sigh slipped between her lips as her breathing settled into a sleepy rhythm. A big smile lit her face, and her eyes flickered with a dream sequence played on the inside of her eyelids. 

***

The three of them sat around the kitchen table, avoiding looking at each other. Jane cleared her throat, again.

"We know by now what's happened, and what needs to be done about it," Jane said, with a rush of words. Their silence confirmed both of them agreed. "It's an unusual situation," Jane stated. 

Her daughter grimaced at the table, still not looking up. John sighed heavily.

"We'll have to work something out. I mean, err, a rota," she said, and her voice wavered. She was trying to sound matter of fact over a very trying subject. They had to organise something, or sooner or later one of them would be left out. What might happen then was too awful to think about. 

"It's going to be difficult for all of us. Maybe more so for you John," Jane suggested. 




The Breast Machine Ch. 03



"I can manage. I mean," John offered, then he too found it too difficult to continue.

"Mom means we need to spread out your work load," Sabrina giggled. The sound was from embarrassment rather than amusement. 

Jane reached out to take both their hands. "I'm sorry. I've put a big stain on your relationship. Give it a week and see how things go. We should be back to normal," she said, and choked on the word, 'normal'. 

"I've ordered a couple of bra's for us. Arranged for time of school, and work for me. Can't think of anything else practical to do. What about you, John? Do you think you can go to college?" Jane asked.

The two women looked at him, knowing more than that was meant.

"I guess I could miss a week. You both need me here, to look after you. I mean to answer the door, and go shopping, or whatever," he quickly added.

"Didn't think about that. I don't want to meet anyone, while like this," Jane said, and looked at her daughter.

"I guess me too. We could pretend to be ill. Do you think you could manage us John? You know what I mean," Sabrina added. 

He nodded his head. He looked from one to the other, and squeezed their hands. "It'll be OK. Don't worry," John reassured them.

He was worried. He felt washed out already. A whole week of sex with two attractive, willing women, should have been a dream come true. Instead he was worried about living up to their needs. 

Jane was already thinking ahead. She had ordered complete sets of underwear, not just larger bra's. She smiled at them both. 

"You two are doing just great. We'll try to work out how long we can last, before. Before we need, err, 'looking after'," she smiled.

All three laughed nervously. Sabrina noticed mom let go of her hand, yet still firmly held his. A feeling of superiority over her mother vanished, on realising she was cupping a breast, and pinching a nipple. She quietly pulled the errant hand away, hoping neither of them noticed. 

The way her mother was looking at John, she decided to make sure she got what was needed first.

John felt Jane squeezing his hand, and Sabrina's leg rubbing his. Jane was intently looking across the table at him. They still hadn't dressed yet, and hadn't fastened the gowns very well. He wondered if he should make a stand, and organise them. What could he do, except let them use his body. 

Sabrina's hand crept into his lap. She was smiling at her mother, who was just sitting there making eyes at him. The weekend was going to be interesting. He wondered if he would survive a whole week.



The Breast Machine Ch. 04



"Please John, you know what I need," Jane beseeched her daughter's boyfriend. 

"Sorry, Jane, I really am. You both need me at once, so I need time to recover. If you can wait, we can spread out the cycle," John explained.

"I can't wait! I need you now, John, please," Jane protested.

Being so out of control allowed her to plead with him without being embarrassed. The little control she had left was rapidly evaporating. Sabrina was in her own room, where he had left her satisfied. Now it was her turn, he was trying to deny her. It wasn't fair.

"John, you promised to look after me. I need you to, err, to, to do it to me. Damn it, John, do you want me to beg you to fuck me!" Jane crossly shouted. 

"All right, Jane, calm down. We can work something out," he encouraged. 

He ran a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders, from feeling tense. It was Sunday night and the two women had used him all weekend. It should have been a delight, though it turned out to be an exhausting task. 

Jane was an attractive woman with a large pair of breasts, and she was more than available, she was panting for it. It was just that they wanted him so often, and maybe it was that they were so freely available. There was no flirting, or thrill of the chase to get him going.

"Perhaps you could do something for me," he suggested.

"Of course, anything you want, just tell me, please," Jane begged him.

It was no good. She wouldn't wait, and he had promised Sabrina to look after her. If Jane went out in this state there was no telling what might happen. He had kept her waiting too long, trying to stretch out a rest break between them. 

He unzipped his jeans, and noticed Jane relax a little. When he dropped the shorts she was licking her lips. He slid down onto the bed next to her.

"Wait!" he warned her, when she tried to jump him. She looked pathetic, as though he had slapped her, and stolen a chocolate box. 

"You'll have to work on me. No! No hands," he insisted. 

She got the message. She devoured his cock like a ravenous hound. He felt her tongue twisting around it, with her mouth providing a powerful suction. It was still flaccid, so she managed to suck his balls into her mouth. He wouldn't have dared suggest such a thing to Sabrina, yet Jane was trying to suck everything into her mouth. She choked, then tried again.

The sight of his girlfriend's mother sucking him enthusiastically was enough to invigorate the dead. His cock soon became engorged, so she had to let go of his scrotum. Contrary to his instructions, she used a hand to cup his balls. A finger circled his asshole. She was intent on stimulating him with all her might.

She sucked his cock down her throat. He was just lying back, not forcing her to do anything. She took the initiative from a dire need. After a few long strokes up and down his cock, she had him fully erect. She lifted her head up off his cock, with saliva dripping over its head.

"Can I have this lovely cock where I need it, please!" she implored him.

How could he say no after watching her head bobbing up and down over his erection. He ached from having sex so often, but couldn't deny he was ready.

"Ok," he murmured. 

Jane clambered upon him to lower herself onto his erection. The feeling of being filled was delightful. She gave out a hiss of air through clenched teeth. She needed more. She needed to feel him cum. Jane needed it so very badly. She needed him to fill her with spunk to reach an orgasm. It was the only thing thought about as her whole world shrank to revolve around his cock.

He lay still, letting her do all the work. He watched the large pair of breasts swinging in a circular motion as she bounced up and down. She began a breathy chant, declaring an imminent orgasm. He knew he wouldn't be so quick this time. Her daughter had drained him of cum, so there wasn't much left. 

He had been right to try to separate their time of need. Something would have to be done. He had tried delaying Sabrina, only for her to become as annoyed and desperate as her mother. Sabrina had jokingly said they should send Jane out to a bar, to pick up a man. If he had agreed she would have bitten his cock off. Right now he was considering the option. 

She leaned forward to rub her breasts across his face, attempting to stimulate a orgasm. She reached below to poke at his bottom with a long thin finger. 

"Please, John, I need you to cum. Please fill me up with your wonderful sperm. Please," she implored him. 

It was partly the sight of a luscious body, what she was doing, what she was saying, and the tone of desperation that moved him. He lifted his hips to drive in deep. She squealed with pleasure from knowing at last she was going to receive a shot of sperm. 

John rammed in with several strong thrusts, then let go. He held her up off the bed with muscular thighs. She writhed on his cock for a moment, then kept perfectly still. Her legs trembled. He could see her stomach clenching. Her sex face was screwed up in a mask of pain that was really pleasure. Her whole body reverberated from a deep orgasm. 

Moments later she collapsed upon him. Fully sated she lay there, motionless for awhile. As though moving in a dream she sidled a little further down the bed. She rested her face on his cock, nuzzling it. Without thinking she sucked a wet and sticky cock into her mouth. Not caring what she was doing, she sucked and licked it clean. Rolling it around in her mouth she purred with satisfaction, dreaming that it was all hers. 

Jane fell asleep with his cock in her mouth, beginning to breath heavily through her nose. In her sleep she suckled upon it as though it were a comforter, and it was a comfort. 

John watched her move down the bed. He half sat up to see her suck his sloppy cock into her mouth. Her eyes had been closed, and now she was obviously asleep. She was still sucking on his cock, though it didn't respond. He laid back closing his eyes, to fall asleep with wild ideas buzzing through his head.

***

Sabrina was hungry for breakfast, so walked in to find out where they were. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment. Jane was having breakfast in bed. Her mother was asleep with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth! Sabrina stood staring at her mother in disbelief.

It was agreed they needed John to look after them, but this was going too far. He was supposed to do it to her mother, then come back to bed to spend the night with her. She had waited, then fallen asleep. So this is what had kept him away from her bed.

Unsure whether to confront them, or leave, she just stood there scowling. It wasn't his fault, it was her mother. 

"Mom! Mom! Wake up," she shouted, only just refraining from calling her a slut.

Neither of the women needed him in the morning, though the need would soon start to influence them. Until then they were as normal as could be, under the circumstances. 

Jane began to stir. She opened her eyes wondering what it was up close. Realizing it was a scrotum she lifted her head, dragging his cock from her mouth. The salty taste wasn't so bad. Realizing she must have sucked it all night, left a dirty taste in her thoughts. 

She had behaved like a bitch in heat last night. The memory of her begging him to fuck her, and what she had done to get what she needed, disgusted her. The more she thought about it the more it worried her.

A prod in the back halted those thoughts. 

"Mom! If you are still hungry after that, breakfast is ready," Sabrina huffily stated. She marched out of the door, slamming it behind her. 

Jane felt worse from having her daughter discover she had fallen asleep sucking John's cock. She looked up at him to see he was awake. He was trying to remain out of the argument. He was wiser than he looked. They would have to have a discussion, before the effects of that dreadful device started to build up. Soon they wouldn't be able to think straight. The arousal would start as a nagging itch, until it developed into a demanding need.

At that point if John didn't help them, well, it didn't bear thinking about. Last night's performance confirmed how out of control they would become. John's comment about keeping them in confinement until the effect wore off became clear. If a stranger was near when they were out of control, they would be tearing his clothes off. 

The image was dreadful. They needed John to protect them, as well as fuck them.

***

After a silent breakfast Jane decided it was time for a discussion. 

"Let's stop pretending, shall we," Jane demanded. Jane was determined to bring it all into the open, rather than talk around it.

"We have to face the facts. We need John to fuck us, or there is no telling what might happen," Jane clearly stated. Sabrina and John looked away from the harsh words.

"Mom!" Sabrina protested.

"It's the truth, face up to it. You've done a good job so far, John. You are right about spreading out the timing. One of us has to accept doing it earlier, and the other later," Jane said.

They made John spin a coin, and Sabrina lost. It meant Jane would have him earlier, and Sabrina would have to try and hold out.

"There's something else. John needs some encouragement. You know what I mean. I'm going to order some things on the internet. You can decide what you want John. Some clothing, err, outfits maybe. I'll leave my credit card by the computer for you," Jane said, trying to sound matter of fact about it.

What she was saying started to sink in. John had already wondered what else they might do for him, after last night's blow job. Now it was suggested they would dress up to arouse him. He was also thinking over what she meant by ordering 'things' on the internet. 

Sabrina crossed her arms in protest, refusing to look at either of them. She didn't like what Jane was suggesting, especially the part about dressing up for him. There was no way she was going to pander to his nasty fantasies. 

Her mother had confided that she tried a vibrator, and it didn't work. So it seemed there was no alternative to accepting the arrangement. It was galling having to share her boyfriend with anyone, let alone her mother. At least he seemed reluctant, rather than openly enjoying the deal. In fact, he looked tired and worn out. That wasn't going to gain him any sympathy from her. Especially as she would have to take second place from now on. Damn it! He was her boyfriend, so she should have him first.

Jane visited a few web sites with little enthusiasm. She didn't know what would turn him on, though made a few guesses. She also needed to try a few things as an alternative to using him. It was distasteful, yet necessary. It was also an eye opener. The range of devices was enormous, which told her there were a lot of women out there not getting what they needed.

"Well at least I am," she smiled to herself. 

A shade of guilt tinted her cheeks. Being screwed by a handsome young man should have been nice, though, being a necessity it wasn't so great. Who was she kidding. She had never experienced such marvelous orgasms, and so many of them! 

It was so very cruel that it was her daughter's boyfriend, otherwise it would have been a pure delight. It had to be admitted that the sex had been great anyway, and she was planning make sure it continued. The word, 'fuck', wasn't a term she normally used, but it was exactly right to describe what they were doing.

"John. There you are. Don't be embarrassed, order what you like. I'll leave you to it," Jane said, and quickly left. 

She was worried as well as intrigued over what he might come up with. Probably something predictably male orientated, she surmised. As long as it wasn't cheap nylon and therefore scratchy, or anything too uncomfortable. She hoped he would be too embarrassed to reveal he liked something outrageous.

***

It didn't work. Jane became frustrated to such a degree she couldn't wait. It wasn't long after he had taken her mother that she demanded attention. As a matter of pride she tried hard not to give in to the demanding urge. The arousal couldn't be denied, so she demanded his cock.

John had tried it with Jane and could see his girlfriend was desperate enough to oblige. With little hesitation she sucked him to an erection. He couldn't hold her off, when she pounced on his cock, to roughly drag it into place and push heavily down. She rocked up and down upon him, unable to calm down until she had an orgasm.

***

Next day packages began to arrive. The women kept out of the way while he signed for the brown paper parcels. They were supposed to be anonymous looking, but the delivery guy had seen too many of them not to know what they were. One of the guys smirked, and winked at John. He took notice, not caring what the guy thought.

John handed over the ones addressed to Jane, and took the others to a spare room. He wondered what Jane had ordered. They too gave him enquiring looks, but said nothing.

Jane was aware of a slight irritation, though nothing that couldn't be resisted, yet. Her daughter was in the same state, also keeping to her room. Jane tried various devices, but they didn't work. The need was still building toward an insatiable arousal, so it looked as though she would have to rely on John.

"I'd best get this over with," she sighed.

Jane walked to the lounge and abruptly halted in the doorway. Sabrina was dressed in exactly the same outfit. They were dressed as fantasy French maids. She felt even more self-conscious in front of her daughter. 

John looked from one to the other. They had left it a bit late to appear, but here they were, just as he had requested. He ordered the outfits knowing they were around the same size, though Jane's bust was tighter in the low top. Her breasts wobbled when she walked in, almost overflowing.

The short dress revealed a ruffle of white petticoats holding up the hem. They both swayed a little on the unfamiliar high heels. He was pleased to see they were wearing all the extras. The small apron was tied tight around the waist. Black stockings were held up by straps from a garter belt. A white cap was pinned into place over their hair, which was in a bun underneath the cap.

They stood side by side a little way off, ready for his inspection. They were beginning to vibrate with sexuality. He wondered if the outfits did anything for them, not that it mattered. It was doing something for him.

Sabrina had told him this was ridiculous, and that she was going to change into jeans and t-shirt. As soon as her mother walked in she stood her ground, not wanting to lose out. She wanted to ask him if she could be first this time. The awful words just couldn't be uttered. Instead she stood there, waiting for him to make a decision.

"You look great! Thanks for this, it will help me to, err, look after you both," he smiled. "I want you to fetch me a snack, Jane. Sabrina get make me a drink. I could do with a coffee," he added. If there were pep-up pills available they would have been welcome, but he would settle for yet another coffee.

Jane was about to protest, but her mother was already off to the kitchen. Not wishing to be outdone she quickly followed. Almost losing her balance, she managed to right herself, and hobbled to the kitchen.

"Mom! This is ridiculous. We don't have to do this, do we?" Sabrina complained.

"You don't if you don't want to. I want to make sure he can, err, you know. Right now I'm under control. It won't be long, until I'm desperate," Jane admitted. "You must be feeling it too, otherwise you wouldn't have dressed up for him," Jane added.

"You're right. If you're willing to shame yourself then I'll have to," she crossly stated.

They brought him food and coffee. Jane dragged an occasional table beside the sofa, and laid a plate onto it. She deliberately leant forward, to show off an impressive cleavage. She made a show of tucking a serviette over his lap, while patting a growing erection. She gave him a pleasant, knowing smile.

Not wanting to be outdone, Sabrina bent over in front of him, to pick up a coaster deliberately dropped. The see-thru panties were plastered to her rear, and the crotch bit tight between her legs. She imagined his hot breath upon her sex. She looked over her shoulder at him, pouting her lips with a suggestive smirk. 

"I'll do some dusting, sir, if you don't mind being disturbed," Jane asked. She didn't wait for an answer, as she upped the stakes. 

While her mother fetched a duster, Sabrina gave him a seductive smile. "Would sir, like anything else? Your French maid is available and at your service, sir," Sabrina purred, while twirling the petticoats, trying to look alluring. 

As she heated up, a determination to win the game became ever stronger. She just stood, swiveling her hips, wondering what else she could do to tempt him into bed. 

Her mother was fussily flicking a duster at imaginary cobwebs. Reaching high pulled the hem up her thighs to reveal black, see-thru panties, deliciously framed by suspenders. Her mother's bottom was fuller, with less concealed. 

Sabrina watched John's eyes following her mother around the room, as she stretched and made straight leg bends. Instead of being appalled by the lewd behavior, Sabrina was inspired to outdo her. There was a lot at stake, and both women were feeling a strong need for his cock.

Sabrina had no idea where the cleaning materials were, so came back from the kitchen empty handed. Her mother was bending over him, swaying her breasts at him. Sabrina was furious.

"Could sir tuck my breasts in, they seem to have popped out. I'm sorry to ask, but I can't seem to get them back in," Jane said, while playing up to him.

They could both see what they wanted. A hard bulge showed under the serviette. Jane removed it, managing to stroke his cock through the jeans while pulling it away.

"No you don't! He's mine!" Sabrina bawled. She grabbed her mother's hair, dislodging the maids cap. 

Jane turned on her daughter, trying to push the rival away. They both fell to the floor, pulling at each other's hair. The pulling and shoving turned to ineffective slaps. 

"That's enough!" John shouted. 

He grabbed an arm, pulling Sabrina off her mother, and pushed her onto the sofa. He pulled Jane up off the floor, gripping an arm. He hadn't meant this to happen. 

"Go stand in the corner," he told Jane, to keep them separated. 

Jane looked at her daughter, to see a smug look on her rivals face. The fierceness of his voice when he repeated himself, and the shove, made her reluctantly do as she was told. 

"No touching yourself," he warned. "Put your hands on your head," he said, as an afterthought.

He sat on the sofa next to Sabrina, who reached out for him.

"No! You've both been squabbling like naughty children," he scolded.

Jane was staring at them, shaking with emotion. He had to be careful they didn't turn on him, as he had left it too late bedding them. They were het up, and out of control. It was important not to show favoritism and they both needed to be cooled down.

Without thinking about it much, he pulled Sabrina over his knee. The fluffy petticoats sprang up revealing her bottom. He pulled the tight panties from her bottom, eventually leaving them sagging around her ankles. He slapped her rear a few times.

It seemed to have some effect, for she sat back on the sofa looking chastened. She was breathing heavily, though looking dazed from the unexpected thrashing.

"Over here!" John demanded. He crooked a finger at Jane, while patting his lap.

At first her feet didn't move, then she wobbled toward him. She said nothing. Her face changed from gloating over her daughters spanking, to dismay. Still nothing was said as she bent over his lap. It was more difficult pulling her panties down, for they were the same size over a bigger ass.




The Breast Machine Ch. 04



Jane's bottom was bare with the panties tightly wrapped around her ankles. 

"Did you count the strokes your daughter received?" he asked, because he hadn't. 

He was still surprised they submitted to the indignity. It just showed how desperate they were, leaving him wondering what they would surrender to. He figured on keeping them subdued, until he was ready to satisfy them. He dare not take one before the other, now they were so out of control.

"Count them," he told Jane.

She counted off the slaps in time with the sound of the sharp strikes to her cheeks. With greater confidence he slapped the mother's ass harder than her daughters. 

"You are older and should know better," he told her.

"Sorry, sir," Jane whimpered. 

She rolled off his knees onto the floor in a disheveled heap of petticoats. "Both of you stand there. Just kick them off," he told them, when they stumbled from the panties gripping their ankles. 

It hadn't worked. They were looking at him even more intensely. They looked dangerous.

"Kneel on the floor. Turn the other way," he told them.

Both women seemed unaware of each other. Without being told they separated their thighs, with knees wide apart. He dropped his jeans, and pulled down his underwear, to free his cock. They both gasped on hearing the zip. They began to pant from the expectation of being filled.

At one point he had thought to have them lick his cock, only he was more than ready; too ready. He settled behind them, shoving them into position. He reached for Sabrina's crotch to play with her. At the same time he fingered her mother. 

They closed their eyes to concentrate on the stimulation he was delivering. As they became caught up in their own desire, he moved closer behind Sabrina. Keeping up a steady rhythm with his fingers in Jane, he tried to keep her occupied. 

His cock slid into Sabrina. The anguished sounding moan didn't disturb her mother, as she too was groaning, and lost upon his fingers fucking her. His thumb was rubbing her clit every time he thrust fingers into her vagina.

He fucked Sabrina rapidly and hard. This wasn't how she usually wanted it, though recently it was right for her. Or at least she didn't care, just so long as she had an orgasm. Having waited so long, and being worked up into such a deep arousal, she soon cum. her whole body curled up and shook. Her bottom was almost upright, pointing at him, and it quivered from aftershocks. 

He pulled out, feeling the tight gripping, as though not wanting to lose it. Surprisingly she didn't grip as tightly as her mother, but he didn't think about it as he had more to accomplish. He slid into her mother, while slippery from Jane's sex juices. He thrust hard into her. She almost fell forward, then pushed back, needing him to penetrate deeply. 

He rode her back as she writhed under him. The movement had his cock pushing and reaching deep inside her vagina. She suddenly stopped moving. Jane shrieked a shuddering noise, and rolled up under his weight. 

Both women were screwed up in a ball. Sabrina was starting to unwind, ready to fall asleep, as she usually did. Jane slid sideways with her back to her daughter, unrolling, to lay flat on the floor. 

John crawled to lay in front of Jane. He took a hold of her body, to grip it tight. He kissed her sweaty face, eyelids and nose. 

"Are you alright now?" he whispered.

"Yes! Thank you, thank you," Jane murmured. She was hardly aware of what happened, only that she was at last satisfied. 

He wanted to relieve her of the humiliation. or at least delay it till morning. He gently rocked her in his arms like a baby. His soothing whispers in her ear, had her pleasantly drifting off to asleep.

John relaxed, feeling exhausted. From the high emotion and exertion, he too, was ready to sleep. Fighting it did no good, for he was soon snoring.

***

Jane woke up in bed, having stumbled to her room, leaving the others asleep on the floor. She was too embarrassed to wake them. She was now free of the sonic devices influence, until tomorrow, when it would start all over again. 

She lay awake, dwelling over what happened in the lounge. John had them both dressed up for his delight, which was understandable considering how often he was having to perform. 

It was worrying that he had begun to take advantage. She choked on a derisory laugh. Taking advantage of them wasn't a fair criticism, when they were demanding that he fuck them both on a regular basis. 

That last time he had played with them, while they were unable to refuse whatever he wanted. It was worrying how far he might go with this new found confidence. Now she was thinking clearly, the memory of being spanking over his knee was humiliating. Of course, it was degrading to be taken by her daughters boyfriend, but there was a good reason for that. 

Now that he was of toying with them while helpless, what would he try next? She dare not look into the boxes of costumes and sex toys he purchased. There was little she could do about it if they were wickedly nasty, and he demanded they wear them.

Jane considered offering herself to him as a sex toy, on the understanding that he wouldn't do anything bad to her daughter. The idea was only considered because she wanted to save her daughter from disgrace. A dreadful doubt entered her thoughts. Was she considering such a despicable arrangement to obtain an advantage over her daughter? If so, her mind had been twisted enough to deform her morals.

Jane's mind was in a whirl, preventing her from sleeping. She heard John and Sabrina making their way from the lounge. They were giggling together, so Sabrina wasn't angry over what happened. When the door slammed shut, she knew they'd both retired to Sabrina's room. 

A tinge of jealousy stroked her mind. She wondered what they were getting up to in there. Sabrina had better not tire him out for tomorrow. Jane pressed a pillow between her legs, and curled up with another pillow over her head. Eventually she fell into an agitated sleep.



The Breast Machine Ch. 05



Chapter 05

John plays with mother and daughter

"We don't have to wear these silly outfits while he's out do we?" Sabrina complained.

"That's what he said," Jane shrugged, as though it didn't matter.

As soon as he got up he told them to wear the French maid's uniforms, which they did, just to keep him happy. John had gone home to pick up some clothes and CD's, leaving them alone for the first time in a few days. Being painfully aware of how much they depended on him, they were pensive during his absence. 

It would be a few hours before they became so sex-up they couldn't think straight, and become sex fiends, as Sabrina inelegantly put it. Jane didn't need her daughter reminding her what might happen if he didn't get back in time. Needing sex so badly she lost control was worse than a drug addiction.

She wondered about going out to find someone to satisfy the craving, instead of using her daughter's boyfriend. The thought of trawling the bars for a stranger to fuck was too awful to contemplate. Even thinking the word, 'fuck', rather than an acceptable euphemism had become a habit, as that is exactly what they were doing.

She wasn't making love, she was fucking her daughter's boyfriend. They both were, and over the last few days it had become acceptable. What wasn't expected was that he was becoming demanding. Hence the fancy dress.

"Do you know what get-up he's planned for this evening?" Sabrina asked, breaking into her mother's contemplation.

"No. Have you been into his room?" Jane asked, sounding cross. "You shouldn't go in there. You should do as you're told," Jane rounded on her in exasperation. 

"You mean I should do as HE tells me, like you do," Sabrina countered.

"You can do what you like, but don't upset him," Jane warned her daughter. 'For me', she was about to say, but couldn't continue. Her daughter was staring at her, knowing exactly what she meant. 

"I shouldn't upset my boyfriend in case he decides not to fuck my mother? That's what you mean, isn't it!" Sabrina growled. 

"Alright, that's how it is. Accept it. Just give it a few more days. It can't go on much longer," Jane hoped. 

The growing animosity was cut short by a knock at the door. "Damn! What do we do now? He must have heard us. Why doesn't he just leave the package?" Sabrina moaned.

"He's waiting for a signature and a tip. He probably doesn't want to make another journey," Jane surmised.

"It'll take ages changing out of all this stuff. A coat won't cover the petticoats. They stick out like a stupid tutu," Sabrina pointed out.

Jane sighed in resignation. They could wait it out, but she decided to try something.

"You can't go to the door like that!" Sabrina scolded her mother. She pressed up against the wall, with a discreet view of the door. 

"Can I help you," Jane stated, speaking with as much assurance as she could muster, though wearing a daring French maids costume inhibited her usual authoritative manner. The man was around her age. Not strikingly handsome and hardly acceptable, though better than expected for a delivery guy. 

He stared at her. Of course he did. The petticoats held up the hem of the dress showing off a pair of long shapely legs encased in sheer stockings, held tight by suspender straps. Her inflated breasts were balancing on top of the dress like party jellies, wobbling perilously close to overflowing.

"Would you like me to sign for that?" Jane prompted. 

The man nodded, and handed over the package, pen, and clipboard. Juggling them in her arms she bent to drop the package onto the floor. Seeing him look over her shoulder, she realised he had a clear view in the mirror behind her. The dirty look on his face was annoying. 

She signed the clipboard against John's name, wondering what he had bought. 

"Do you like the outfit?" she said with a big smile. Of course he did, and showed it by nodding vigorously. 

"It's for a charity event. I'm selling kisses for a dollar, would you like to be the first?" she brazenly asked. 

"Yea! Sure," he spoke, revealing he wasn't a mute after all.

He rummaged around in a pocket where he kept a hoard of tips. Careful not to reveal how much he was carrying, he presented a dollar. He wiped wet lips on the back of his hand and moved in. 

The smell of stale tobacco was awful. She felt an arm encircle her slim waist, which was pinched tight by a corset. He meant to have value for money. Their lips touched, which was enough, but he put a hand on the back of her head. She opened her mouth to complain, only realising the stupidity when a tongue invaded her mouth. 

It was sickening. He kept a tight grip on her, until coming up for breath. She levered his arm away and stepped back. Wanting to spit, though instead she wiped her lips as he had. He looked at her eagerly, while rummaging around for another dollar. 

"That's quite enough, thank you," Jane firmly told him, and thrust the clipboard and pen at him.

Too much in a fluster to think about kicking the package inside, she instead bent to pick it up. It didn't matter that he was ogling her transparent panties in the mirror. Quickly closing the door on his look of disappointment was satisfying.

"What was that all about?" Sabrina demanded to know.

Jane stood still wondering about what didn't happen. She hadn't been excited by the close encounter in the slightest.

"You were teasing him. I thought you were going to drag him in here," Sabrina scolded her mother.

"If you thought I was carried away with lust you didn't bother coming to my rescue," Jane pointed out.

"I couldn't go to the door dressed like this!" Sabrina retaliated. 

"Fortunately you didn't need to, which is more to the point," Jane grimaced. "I wasn't interested in the slightest. He wasn't the right material, but then again neither is John, for me I mean. I was repulsed, not interested in the least!" she grimaced again.

"So you were testing yourself. Oh! Shit! Do you think its wearing off? Say it is, please," Sabrina whined.

"Not sure. We'll know better when John returns," Jane murmured, with a look of hope in her eyes.

"It's all your fault bringing home that damn device. Now you're enjoying it," Sabrina angrily told her mother. 

"Of course I don't, how could you think that?" Jane retorted.

"He's my boyfriend, and you're screwing him," Sabrina raised her voice, with anger finally spilling out.

"You know it's not like that, we have no choice. What do you expect me to do, trawl the bars?" Jane said, raising her voice to match her daughters.

"The way you make up to him you're acting like a slut, so you might as well," Sabrina shouted.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that. Your my daughter and will behave yourself," Jane angrily warned.

"Or what? Will you send me to my room and work on John, wearing him out so there's nothing left for me? I had to work hard on him last night after you sucked him dry," Sabrina shouted.

"That's enough, go to your room," Jane demanded.

"Why should I do what you say? You're teasing and fucking my boyfriend every chance you get. You enjoy it too," she taunted her mother. 

Seeing a sensitive nerve had been found, she probed further. "So that's why you're telling me to do as I'm told and not upset him. He's a young handsome hunk, and you want to make sure you get a good hard fucking," Sabrina ground out.

"I won't tell you again," Jane menacingly warned. 

She grabbed her daughters arm to propel her across the room toward the door. Sabrina swung round and grabbed a fistful of hair. They fell to the floor fighting like sluts over a boy. Their ineffective slaps didn't hurt, but they released suppressed frustrations. The tension had grown while the three of them were confined in an unnatural relationship.

"Stop that right now!" John loudly demanded. 

Grabbing Sabrina's arm he hauled her up. The already revealing outfits were in disarray. Their breasts were exposed, and Jane lay on the floor with legs splayed, showing off the see-through panties. 

"I'm sorry John. Sabrina pushed me too far. I won't have that language used in my home," Jane said, between heavy breaths. "I sent her to her room, but she wouldn't go. She might listen to you. It was awful, I'm so glad you're back," Jane said, while trying to recover. 

"That's right, so she could seduce you. We'll I'm not going. You're my boyfriend and I want you first. I might leave you something, and I might not," Sabrina grinned at her mother. 

Jane took a swipe at her daughters leg, and missed.

"That's enough, both of you. Go stand in that corner Sabrina, and Jane, you stand in that corner. When you've calmed down we can talk," John firmly told them.

"Sorry, John, I couldn't help it. I was so worried about you. You're late and I thought you might not come back this evening. You know I need you," Jane whined.

"That's it, just as I thought," Sabrina began. 

"No! Both of you, now!" he ordered, with arms pointing to opposite corners of the room.

He watched them both retreat to a corner to stand facing the wall. Seeing Sabrina obey confirmed last night wasn't a one off. She wouldn't normally submit to being ordered around, and would certainly rebel against such an indignity. 

As for her mother, she was accepting being treated like a naughty child in her own home. She was looking over her shoulder at him, with wane smiles, trying to gain his approval. 

There was a while to go before they became uncontrollable from desire, yet both were submitting to him. Neither of them had bothered to push their breasts back into the dress, and there were other little signs of excitement. Sabrina was fidgeting, and pulling at her panties as though they were uncomfortable. Jane was bending over to adjust the high heels, showing off her bottom.

She had chosen to wear see-through panties this morning, while supposedly thinking clearly. It meant their minds had been affected more than they thought. Jane had been more obvious than her daughter, by trying to please him all the time. She fussed over him and blatantly flirted. It was time to try something out. He decided to see if Sabrina was in the same state.

"Stay there Jane. Sabrina, come over here," John firmly said. 

She stood before him swinging her hips from side to side, trying to look seductive. Jane was better at it than she was, yet Sabrina was learning from her mother's example.

"You can't call your mother names, and roll around the floor fighting like alley cat's. You need to control yourself," John cautioned. 

He strongly gripped a wrist, and pulled her over his knee. 

"No! You can't do this. I'm not a child," she wailed. The struggles were half-hearted. She felt her panties pulled down, followed by a hard slap on a cheek. 

"Oww! No! Stop!" she screeched.

John continued to spank her, several loud slaps. When he stopped both cheeks were red, looking tender. His hand was sore, so her bottom must be.

"What do you say for yourself?" John asked. 

"Sorry, I won't call my mother a slut, or fight with her," Jane craftily spoke. She was looking at him with greater expectations. 

"Stand right there. Come here Jane," he strongly ordered. Jane walked to him with a winning smile on her face. 

"She deserved that," Jane said.

"You were both fighting and screaming at each other. You were fighting like kids so you'll be treated like one. You have to get a grip. It's only fair that you both be punished," John forcefully said.

He pulled his girlfriends mother over his knees, expecting her to put up a fight. Instead she succumbed to the indignity. There was no need to pull up the dress as the petticoats bounced up at the back. He pulled her panties down, and still she quietly submitted.

He slapped her bottom, less forcefully as his hand was still sore. He cupped his hand slightly to make it sound worse than it was. Sabrina was avidly watching her mother being spanked, obviously relishing Jane's demise. Eventually her cheeks were red enough to stop the inappropriate punishment. 

She was a mature woman and a mother, being spanked by her daughters young boyfriend, yet she found herself excited by it. She had her answer now. Being sent to stand in a corner of her own lounge, then spanked like a brat for misbehaving, proved her suspicions. The influence was so strongly imbedded in her mind, she had lost her moral inhibitions. It wasn't just anyone that could do this to her, it was John. It was one small consolation, that it wasn't just anyone she would submit to. 

He hoped they hadn't been counting, as he forgot how many he gave Sabrina. Next time he would make them count the blows, to make sure it was fair. 

"Do you both promise to behave yourselves?" he asked. 

"Yes! I promise," they quickly chorused.

"Jane, go fetch the outfits left in my room. The new package too," John added. 

"Yes, John," Jane simpered, with a cute smile to him, and a grimace at Sabrina. 

"Don't say a word," John warned Sabrina.

Jane came bouncing back into the room, as though returning with a birthday gift.

"Change into them, while I see what was delivered," he told them.

While he tore open the package he watched them stripping off. They were eager to please, and competing against each other to be first into the outfits. Sabrina was struggling out of the corset, when Jane dropped it in a heap. 

When he had unpacked the new outfits they looked tiny. The description said one size fits all, and as Jane struggled to pull it on it still looked far too small. 

Jane pulled what looked like a pair of tights up a leg, then the other was drawn up to her calves. Not missing a trick, she stood with her back to him while bent over, wriggling her bare bottom as she pulled it up.

Sabrina was catching up as it was easier to pull it over a slimmer figure. Even so she had to smooth it up one leg at a time, then tug at the nylon to stretch it over her hips. Repeating the process up her body she covered her chest, while her mother was struggling to pull it over larger breasts.

Both women heaved the garment over their shoulders, to be almost encased in the stretchy nylon. Their breasts were uncovered, and there was a narrow slit at the crotch. Elastic under the breasts held them up. They were pushed up and out as though presented for inspection.

He did just that. John carefully looked them over while they played up to him. Jane swivelled her hips to give a profile view of her bottom. It was larger and more desirable, as were her breasts. Both women looked out of proportion with their inflated tits balanced out on show. 

They were very enticing, but he was able to control himself after all the wanton sex over the last few days. If he had an obvious hard-on it would spoil the excuse for them to play his games. He had explained the dressing up was from a need for extra stimulation, in order to satisfy them both. It was partly true. Why should they have all the fun! He might as well take advantage while he could.

"Now lie back on the floor with your legs spread," he firmly told them.

Both of them were openly fidgeting with the crotch, by pulling at it as though needing to adjust it for comfort. Jane had bigger lips, which protruded crudely through the slit. Sabrina was a pulling the crotch away from her sex in emulation of her mother's display.

They were pushing out their breasts at him, and thrusting up their hips to unashamedly make their sex an offering. Jane was concentrating on him, trying to gain eye contact with fluttering eyelashes. If it were at a party it would be a clear sign of flirting, only she was laying at his feet with legs spread wide, waving her sex at him. 

Sabrina kept glancing at her mother and copying the blatantly explicit behaviour. Not to be outdone she licked a finger and ran it between her lips. They were both juicy with lips flowering. Jane's nub was hard and extended, protruding from her sex. Sabrina's was a hard lump, though no less sensitive. 

John slid to the floor, noting how avidly they responded to his closeness. He ran a finger between Sabrina's lips and circled the wet hole. 

"Please John, me too," Jane mournfully pleaded.

"Over here," John told her, while playing with Sabrina. 

Sabrina had her eyes closed, while enjoying his touch. He knew her mind was concentrating on the stimulation, willing him to enter her for the satisfaction she craved. Jane was ready for anything to get what she needed.

He guided Jane on top of Sabrina, adjusting her legs with one hand, while keeping Sabrina quiet with busy fingers. With both hands he delved between them. Rubbing, teasing, stroking and delving into them both, until he had them crooning with passion. He knew from experience they were in a world of their own, unaware of anything except his touch.

He manoeuvred between their legs, pulled his hands away, and replaced them with his rock hard cock. He sawed it between their lips which engulfed his cock. His cock was pressed tight between two pairs of slick lips, slipping and sliding over the two sensitive places he knew so well.

Both bodies pressed tightly together, with frustrated movements, intent on swallowing his cock. He wanted to plunge into one of them, any one, it didn't matter. With great concentration he held back to stimulate them both. 

They wrapped their arms around each other, thinking they were clasping him. They opened their mouths to accept his tongue, only it was their mouths that pressed tightly with tongues entwined. They squirmed on his cock, clasping it tight, while kissing deeply. 

They were becoming more frustrated, with every stroke of his cock slipping between them. He pushed upward to enter Jane for a deep stroke in her vagina. A few long thrusts and he withdrew to enter her daughter. A few long slow penetrations and he pulled free, to start the hard thrusts Jane enjoyed. 

He felt Jane nearing an orgasm and pulled free. It was difficult not to give in to the animal need to spurt his load into her, yet he managed to slide into Sabrina. 

"Please, John, fuck me, please," Jane moaned.

"Keep fucking me John, fuck me!" Sabrina groaned at the same time.

"Please John, cum inside me, fill me with hard cock, fill me up with your lovely sperm," Jane wailed.

Sliding out of Sabrina he thrust into Jane to vigorously rock her body. She held onto her daughter thinking it was him, pushing down, crushing her breasts onto Jane's. Jane writhed up at her, squashing her breasts and pussy again her mothers.

John needed all his strength to thrust between them, pushing hard with his feet and muscular legs. His balls slapped against Sabrina's sex with every deep thrust into her mother. Jane began to make the familiar noise announcing she was reaching an orgasm. She shuddered, went still, and became quiet.

He withdrew from her and slid into Sabrina. The steady rhythm she needed rocked her mother too, who now lay limp on top of her. Sabrina whimpered quietly from nearing an orgasm. Soon she cum, quivering under her mother for a moment or two, until laying still, with arms wrapped around Jane.

The two women held onto each other while winding down. It hadn't been a dramatic orgasm, but it would be enough. John knew them well. Sabrina would be out of it for awhile, while her mother would be waiting for another orgasm. 

This time he firmly pushed home into Jane, to give her a slower more fulfilling fucking. She lifted her bottom with an arched back, to receive his cock at a more satisfying angle. With every slow stroke it sawed across her clit. She moaned quietly with every deep penetration. 

Sabrina whispered a sound of satisfaction along with her mother. His cock was sliding over her lips every time he pressed home into Jane. The intensity of her inner muscles gripping and rippling around his cock couldn't be refused. He spurted his load into her. With an almighty effort he pulled free from a powerful grip. As he pushed into Sabrina she received the last of his sperm. A final grunt, and a heave of his legs shot a string of cum deep inside her.




The Breast Machine Ch. 05



Both women sighed their satisfaction in harmony. John's weight pushed them closer into a tight embrace. He rolled them apart, and moved between them. He felt their arms wrap around him to sandwich him in a comforting cuddle. 

***

Next morning during breakfast the two women hardly spoke. The tension had been relieved since the fight, which they felt ashamed of. 

"John was right. We should try and keep some control," Jane offered, between mouthfuls of muesli.

"Sorry about last night," Sabrina tightly added. 

"Don't worry about it. We were both in the wrong. It's this bad situation we're in, sorry," Jane smiled at her daughter.

"It isn't your fault. I just, you know," she smiled back.

"Yes, I know, I guess I feel the same. Do you remember what happened last night?" Jane asked.

"I remember putting on this nasty bodysuit. Not much else," Sabrina lied.

Jane squirmed at the mention of the costume she was wearing, but made no comment.

"Why are we still wearing them?" Jane asked, with a look of bemusement darkening her face.

"It seems we're not in as much control of ourselves as we thought. In front of that delivery guy I didn't become excited, rather the opposite. I pushed myself on him and still nothing. As soon as John came in, well, you know how it was," Jane carefully spoke.

"Maybe that's what he means, that we need to keep control of ourselves. Oh! Do you mean he's controlling us? That's why we're still wearing these body stockings," Sabrina mused.

"Maybe. We seem to be obsessed by him. Or at least I am. I'm willing to do anything he wants and can't hold back. It's awful," Jane complained.

"He spanked us both, so I must be the same. Is that what you mean?" Sabrina wanted to know.

"That, and more. At least you put up a struggle. I thought I was under control in the morning, but look at us," Jane sighed, and lifted her arms to show off the nylon bodysuit. 

It was so tight it lifted her breast, making them bulge into an even longer cleavage. Stretched to breaking point, the little garment was sheer like a pair of stockings. With their breasts exposed and a split at the crotch, the garment was vulgar. That they still wore them proved how susceptible they were.

"We must try not to compete against each other. It just pushes us into doing things," Jane suggested. 

"Agreed, but can we?" Sabrina questioned.

"I'll volunteer to go first. During the afternoon I won't be so excited. Maybe then I can regain some self-control. I won't let him get away with doing things to me. If all goes well I can look out for you, and prevent him taking advantage," Jane offered. 

Sabrina wondered if that was just an excuse to fuck her boyfriend first. Not wanting to re-hash last nights' argument, she nodded agreement. What she remembered of last night was dreadful, so they had to do something.

"We'll see what happens," Sabrina agreed. They had to wrest back control somehow, and she didn't have a better plan. 

John walked in. They both stood up, batting their eyes at him. "What do you want for breakfast?" they both hummed with enthusiasm. They shared a glance, silently transmitting the idea that their plans had failed already.

The two attractive women stood before him showing off their bodies. He had proved to himself they would do anything for him. By now they must be aware of it too, yet they were obviously eager to please, despite yesterdays shocking performance. 

John felt guilty enough not to continue using them like sex toys. The way they behaved wound him up until he too lost his sense of decency. The temptation to see how indecently they would behave was too much to resist. A part of him wanted to use the power he had over them, to push them into more depraved acts.

"Sit down, we need to talk. No, over there," he added to Sabrina, when she made to sit next to him. It was difficult enough to concentrate without her fondling him under the table.

"We have to work something out, so you don't get so carried away," John said, to both of them.

"We thought maybe we should do something. Maybe you could fuck me this morning, if you don't mind," Jane hesitantly suggested.

He noticed the word she used, and the eager look in her eyes. 

"The weekend is nearly here and you need to make progress enough to go back to work. You need to try harder not to give in," John firmly told her.

Both women looked worried. He wondered if it was the suggestion that they refrain from sex, or the thought of facing the outside world. 

"I'm sure I can keep myself under control with others. It's when you're here. I don't mean you should go," Jane quickly added. She enthusiastically told him about the delivery guy, meaning they just needed him.

"Maybe I should help you find an alternative. Try something together, in bed, with me helping you along," John proposed.

Sabrina liked the idea of her mother not being fucked by her boyfriend. Jane liked the idea of them playing around in bed. If whatever he planned didn't work she would have him ready and willing to fuck her.

"I'm willing to try anything," Jane said, with glowing eyes. 

Sabrina glowered at her, sensing she was going to lose out.

"We should try now, while its early," Jane quickly encouraged, while jumping to her feet.

"Go ahead, I'll join you in a minute," he told Jane. John and Sabrina watched her enthusiastically trot off. 

"If I can divert her from being dependent on me, it'll leave us together," he awkwardly spoke. 

"Alright. Try hard to satisfy her," Sabrina earnestly said. They burst into embarrassed laughter. She guessed he intended to use a dildo on her mother, yet she was encouraging him. He couldn't expect her to be pleased about it, even if it meant she would have his exclusive attention. 

As he left, she huffed with annoyance. Did it mean he would be doing the same to her? Knowing she too would be willing to do anything left her feeling awful. It was demeaning to have developed such a despicable need for his body. It was a nasty feeling, being aware of how eager she would become to please him.

Jane lay naked on the bed in anticipation of his arrival, feeling excited and grubby all at the same time. Reminding herself this was her daughter's boyfriend made her feel worse. When he was around she behaved like a lovesick schoolgirl, vying for his attention. For a mature woman it was demeaning.

The need for him wasn't urgently tugging at her as it would be later. It was more of a persistent ache, like an itch that couldn't be reached. Trying to resist the urge was useless, leaving her feeling pathetic.

Hearing him at the door she pulled the sheet tight around her neck. It was her turn as agreed, yet she felt awkward when John got into bed. It was one thing doing it when desperate, but she wasn't that far gone. Feeling embarrassed, she wondered if it was possible to go through with it. Maybe she should have tried the vibrator again.

"You'll have to, err, do something. I can't just, you know," Jane quietly spoke.

Thankfully he didn't say anything. She watched him pull the sheet from her breasts, having to tug it from a tight grip. Her breasts were still inflated, and it seemed they were sensitive, for she began to enjoy his soft caresses. They hadn't bothered with foreplay before, so this was all new. 

Her nipples began to swell, becoming even more responsive. She wrapped an arm around his head, pulling his face into the large soft mound. He was gently nibbling on a nipple in a delicious way. She had to let him fiddle with her down there, so parted her thighs. Only then did she realize how tightly they were pressed together. It was silly to be coy with him, after all they had been through. 

"Ohh!" she excitedly exhaled, then felt shy from the expression of pleasure. 

How did he find such a sensitive place so easily? His finger slid between her lips to find her clitoris again. She was wet and juicy already, which answered the question. This time she kept quiet, though she couldn't resist raising her sex to him. Damn! She was obviously offering up her sex, giving him a clear message that she was ready!

He pushed his way down her body, kissing her tummy, and further down, until reaching her thighs. She wanted to tell him not to, yet pushed the back of his head into her crotch. Hadn't she done this for him last night, so it was fair game. Being so wet meant she didn't need it. Though, once he started she wanted more.

The light touch of his tongue was interspersed with nips of his teeth. Her thighs and lips were on fire with delightful sensations. Involuntarily she arched her back, wanting more, needing his tongue to probe deeper. Only partially aware, she felt a pillow pulled under her hips. 

A wet finger circled her asshole with deplorably wonderful sensations. Light twinges fluttered across her stomach. He kissed his way up her body, until she felt a hardness rubbing a thigh, then nudge her lips. Instead of blatantly thrusting up at him, she wanted him to take her. She laid back with legs spread, wanting to be his, and to feel him fuck her hard.

Right then she was a young woman with a young lover, ready to be taken and made his. She desired to be his lover. A need to be loved and made love to was overwhelming. She wrapped both arms around his strong back. Her hips were propped up on a pillow, with an open sex, gasping for his manhood.

Feeling him thrust in hard and deep, she let out a wild moan of longing. John pressed his body against hers while pushing a dildo inside. It was awkward, but he managed to synchronize his body movements with each thrust of the dildo. He knew the signs by now. She became carried away so he could relax and concentrate on filling her with the dildo. She thrust up at the thing inside, synchronizing her whole body to its penetrations.

He pumped her relentlessly, relieved to hear sounds of satisfaction. She was totally unaware he was masturbating her with a dildo.

"Harder, fuck me faster," Jane implored. "Fill me up with your lovely cock," she moaned. 

"Yes! Keep going! I'm nearly there. Oh! Yes!" Jane screeched. 

An orgasm rocked her body as he thrust in deeply. Judging the right moment he squeezed the dildo, to spurt liquid into her. He pumped it hard while it was deeply embedded inside her vagina. He watched her legs violently shake, then settle into twitching nervously. 

She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight. "Do it again. Please John, make love to me. Love me slowly and deeply," she croaked, from a dry throat.

His tongue entwined hers while playing her pussy with the dildo.

Jane was more aware after the orgasm, and began to realize what he was doing to her. Nevertheless, she lay back unable to do anything, to simply accept his manipulation of her sensitized sex. Her mind was saying this was wrong, and her body was loving the sensations coursing into her mind.

A second less powerful orgasm swamped her mind. While gasping for air, she lay helpless while he continued to tease her. Her arm felt leaden yet she lifted it to wrap a hand around his head. She pulled his lips close to kiss them passionately. When his tongue entered her mouth, it felt as though he were taking her yet again.

She squirmed against his naked torso as though under a spell. The passion was ebbing, leaving feelings of love. It wasn't right to be falling in love with her daughter's boyfriend, especially under the circumstances. She knew it was the after-effects of a deep orgasm, yet couldn't help the deep emotions.

He kissed her forehead, then her eyes. He left her with a light kiss on the lips, then slid off the bed. With dreamy half closed eyes she admired his cute bottom and muscular legs. He was leaving her in a state of bliss. She didn't want to think about him leaving her for her daughter. A nasty twinge of jealousy stung her. 

He turned toward her and smiled over his shoulder, to renew the joy she felt. Nothing mattered except that she was his. She was his lover and was there to satisfy him. She rolled into a ball, hugging a pillow, squeezing it tight as though it was him. A pleasant smile lit her lips as she fell asleep.



The Breast Machine Ch. 06



John was bored. The last week of high school held little interest. He couldn't wait to get away to college, and away from the apartment. The four walls seemed to be a cage. He switched off the television, and aimlessly looked around, wondering what to do. 

Thoughts naturally returned to Sabrina and her mother. It had been a fabulous two weeks of sexual adventure, which only ended a few days ago. Their demands for sex had worn him out! He grinned at the thought. If it had gone on any longer he would have tried out ever more kinky ideas with them. There were plenty of ideas to be picked up on the internet.

Though, the weirdest thing about the two mad weeks, was having a mother and daughter wanting him so much, they threw away all inhibitions. It was fabulous! They had been fighting over him. It was no wonder Sabrina avoided him at school. 

Everyone in class thought they had an argument; which was true in a way. What would they say if it were found out why she was avoiding him? They argued over who he should fuck first - her, or her mother. Sabrina was angry over him taking her mother, even though she realised how necessary it was, and it had initially been her idea. Since going back to school, she had naturally shied away from him.

It wasn't all fun. Having to deal with two determined woman, arguing and fighting over him, had been hard work. He chuckled loudly. He looked at the sonic device on the desk, and thought about using it again. He hadn't trashed it; that would have been a wasted opportunity. Still, he would be more careful next time.

The phone rang. He wasn't going to answer it, thinking it was a marketing call, just time wasters. 

'Hi' John impatiently answered.

'You sound irritable,' Jane lightly spoke.

'Hello Mrs. Jones. No, I thought, never mind. How are you?' he said, sounding cautious.

'If you're not doing anything, would you mind me coming over. I want to talk to you,' she said.

'OK. No problem,' he said, and heard the click of the phone being disconnected. 

He looked at the phone, wondering what that was all about. Maybe she hung up to avoid explaining why she wanted, a talk. Trouble, he surmised. Shit! If one of them is pregnant it would mean big trouble. What if they were both pregnant? That would cause a complicated relationship. He shook his head, while trying to work out the relationships, as though it were a question on a test paper. 

If they were both baby girls, and he married Sabrina, one of his daughters would be Sabrina's daughter, and the other would be her sister. If he married Jane, one of his daughters would her daughter, and the other her granddaughter. His two daughters would be sisters, as well as being aunt and niece. 

He imagined being in a park pushing a stroller, trying to explain who they were to someone. When Jane rang the doorbell his head was spinning from all the complications.

'Hi Jane, come in,' he spoke quickly, looking nervous.

They sat on the sofa together, and as a matter of habit, very close.

'I wanted to ask you about Saby. How is she in school?' Jane asked.

'OK. I guess. Anything in particular?' he asked.

'I thought you might look out for her. Don't know how exactly, just in case, you know,' she said, sounding vague.

'Sure, of course,' he answered, not really knowing what she meant. 'She avoids me, so I give her room,' he said.

'Good. I mean, that's probably for the best,' Jane murmured.

'We won't be going to the same college next term. Especially after what happened,' he said, and shrugged. He was worried over what she might be getting at, and his head was still spinning.

'Sorry. That's my fault. . .' she began, and trailed off.

'It's OK. No one's fault, it just happened,' he lamely said. 

'Has she been around to see you?' she quietly asked, trying to sound casual.

'No,' he answered. 'Is everything alright? Are you pregnant?' he added.

'What? No! What made you ask that?' Jane asked, with a voice rising in volume.

'Just a terrible thought, that's all,' he tried to smile.

'Making the old lady pregnant was a terrible thought, for you, I guess,' she mused.

'No, I mean, it would be awkward if you were both,' he began.

'Both of us? Yes! I see what you mean. It would be a disaster,' she said, and went quiet.

'The relationships would be confusing. When I'm with you, one of my daughters would be your daughter, and the other a granddaughter,' he said, with a confused look on his face. 

'Don't go there, John,' she warned him. Jane shuddered and decided to forget about it.

'When you come home from college, you should visit. Keep in touch, won't you,' she said, sounding wistful. 

They sat there awkwardly for a moment.

'How are you?' he asked.

'Alright. These are still a bit bigger than they were,' she laughed, while brazenly lifting her breasts. 'I have to watch what I wear,' she coyly smiled at him.

In the laboratory her enhanced breasts had been noticed, though no one dare mention it. An urge to wear less formal attire had been fought with, and so far, successfully. Even so, she wore shorter skirts, and tighter blouses, hidden under the usual lab coat. 

'Will they go back to normal, I mean, how they were?' he asked.

'Probably not. I hope not, I'm used to them. I get a lot of attention from the men, and enjoy it,' she giggled.

'Oh,' he said.

'You. We, I mean, what happened. . . It released a lot of, err, things. You know, opened up ideas, urges,' she nervously spoke.

'It was certainly different,' he smiled.

'I enjoyed it!' she blurted out.

'So did I,' he offered. Knowing her so well, it was obvious she was hot.

'I shall miss you when you go away to college,' she told him.

'I shall think about you, and all that we did,' he teased.

'What will you think? That you put up with an old woman?' she said. 

She looked away from feeling vulnerable, inviting him to deny it.

'You're a beautiful, sexy, woman. A naughty slut, when you want to be,' he said, seriously.

'It wasn't so much wanting to be, I had to be. That damn device. Anyway, you shouldn't be talking to your girlfriends mother like that,' she pointed out, with a look of feigned surprise.

'Ex-girlfriend,' he reminded her.

'After what we did, I guess you have the right to say that. Do you really think I'm a slut?' she asked, looking at him closely.

'I think you're a beautiful, sexy woman,' he said, with intensity. 

Her hand moved to lightly rest upon his thigh. That wasn't what held his interest though. She was giving off the familiar signs of arousal.

'I thought you were free of the devices influence,' he commented.

'Don't worry. I'm OK now,' she said, but didn't smile. 'I was missing you.'

'Let's go to bed,' he said, hoping that's what she wanted.

'Typical of a man! Direct and to the point, no romance,' she complained. 

'Do we need to romance after those two interesting weeks?' he teased.

'Maybe I need romancing. I need something,' she sighed.

They stared into each others' eyes, passing information that couldn't be spoken. 

'Play with me,' she quietly uttered.

His hand reached between her legs, which fell open. She was soaking wet, revealing she didn't need romancing, or even foreplay.

'I, meant, a, game,' she hesitantly spoke.

He caught on to what she meant. He hesitated for a long moment, wondering what kind of game she wanted to play. After all the sexy games they shared it would have to be a wild guess.

'You're panties are soaking wet! You're a dirty little slut! Stand up!' he growled at her. 

It was difficult to keep a serious face and sound outraged. When she jumped up it became obvious she needed him to take charge, releasing her from responsibility for her actions. He knew her that well, and more.

'Sorry, sir,' she croaked. 

She stood before him looking awkward and unsure.

'Don't call me, sir, call me, Master,' he demanded.

'Yes, Master,' she hissed, on a heaving breath.

'Lift that dress up. I want to see how bad you've been,' he told her.

Hesitantly she lifted it around her hips. 

'You've been playing with yourself, like a bad little slut of a girl!' he told her off.

'Yes! I deserve to be punished!' she moaned.

'I'll decide what to do with you!' he growled at her.

'Yes, Master,' she heavily sighed.

'Over my lap, now!' he fiercely spoke.

'Please, Master, don't hurt this naughty slut. Please don't spank your dirty little slut, Master!' Jane implored him.

John patted his lap impatiently. She was pleading with him, and playing along by calling him master.

She eagerly manoeuvred over his knees. He pulled her panties down, and took a moment to examine her heart shaped bottom, and wet pussy. The lips of her pussy were inflamed, and distended between her thighs. His hands stroked her ass, and delved between the cheeks, rubbing her asshole on its way to her lips. She moaned fitfully.

He slapped her ass hard, eliciting an excited yelp. 

'You're a dirty little slut, what are you?' he demanded a response.

'I'm, a, dirty, little, slut,' she fretfully moaned, between panted breaths.

'You deserve to be spanked,' he announced, and smacked her bottom several hard blows. 

'Please, Master,' she groaned.

'What do you want now, slut?' he asked.

'Please! You know what I need, Master,' she whimpered.

'Tell me!' he fiercely demanded.

'A good fucking, Master,' she cried out.

Over the last few days she had become ever more frustrated, until it became unbearable. That afternoon she had started making up to the guys in the laboratory. Subtly flirting with them hadn't drawn too much attention, though it was terribly embarrassing to find she couldn't stop herself.

Once home she changed into a light summer dress, and phoned John. There was no option. She just had to have satisfaction. An orgasm was badly needed, and the idea of visiting him nagged her thoughts. It was wrong going to a young man for sex, yet it seemed the only way to satisfy the dreadful lust. 

'Please John, I need it!' Jane cried.

He roughly rolled her onto the floor, and demanded of her, 'Get undressed!' 

It had gone too far to back out now. All her inhibitions were being shed with her clothes. She quickly pulled the dress over her head, and kicked the panties off. She needn't wear a bra with these new firm breasts. She was a responsible woman, standing naked before a teenager. It was both shameful and exciting. The anticipation of satisfaction was exhilarating. 

'Just stand there, I want to look at you,' he ordered.

Even after all the dirty sex they had it was still amazing to have this mature woman stripped naked in his apartment. Perhaps it was more exciting having her submit to him here in his apartment, rather than her home. He was ready to fuck her, but over those two weeks, he had learnt to take his time.

Jane squirmed before him, feeling as though a bomb might explode within her, if he didn't do something soon. It was degrading having her naked body inspected by a young eighteen year old, and that was stoking her up more than she could bear. After all he had done to her, there were no secrets left between them. She wanted to let loose, and give in to him completely.

'Please, Master,' she begged.

'Stand still, Slut!' he demanded. 'You are a sexy slut, what are you?' he demanded.

'I'm a sexy slut, and I need a good fucking, Master,' she said, with a pleading look.

'Get on the floor, slut. Open your legs, wider! Look at how sexed up you are. Feel how wet your cunt is,' he casually commented.

'For you, master. My cunt is wet for you master, it needs filling by my master,' she restlessly pleaded.

Jane let out a little shriek of excitement when he slid off the sofa, to kneel between her legs. She thought for a moment he was going waste time kissing her breasts. He stretched out over her, understanding how desperate she was. She felt his hardness nudge her lips, and automatically lifted her hips off the floor to impale herself upon his cock.

'Yes! Fuck your dirty slut, Master!' she screeched.

Feeling him drive deep into her body was a joy. A breath was forced out of her wide open mouth, and she gasped for air. An orgasm shivered through her body. He wasn't finished with her yet, and continued to pound away at her sex. The desperation left her, to bring on a warm loving glow. 

'Use your slut, master. Fill your slut with hot cum, master,' she wailed. 

She was no longer under the influence of a dire need. She could lay back and enjoy him. The familiar, more enjoyable deeper orgasm, was building within her entire body and mind. He didn't need encouragement, but she wanted him to complete a second and more significant orgasm.

She lay back enjoying the feel of him penetrating deeply. His cock sawed over her engorged bud, and she began to pant in time with his thrusts. 

'Keep going, master, your slut is nearly there. Push harder, slowly, please, master,' she breathed into his ear. 

'I'm cumin,' he groaned.

'Yes! Yes, master. Fill your dirty slut with master's potent sperm,' she screeched. 

He collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the carpet. 

She wrapped her arms around him, feeling immensely satisfied, with a warm glow encompassing her. This young boy had yet again given her multiple orgasms, which no man had achieved. She felt an overwhelming love for him. Knowing it was from the afterglow of a deep orgasm didn't diminish the feeling. 

'Thank you, master,' she said. No longer playing a game, she meant it with sincerity. He had mastered her sexually and emotionally, even though the feeling was bound to subside, she clung on to it for as long as possible.

John wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her, murmuring tender feelings. She guided his lips to a nipple, and was pleased to feel him suckling her breast. It was his breast, for he had grown it, so deserved to take pleasure from it. 

She lay there enjoying the blissful glow, wondering if and when it could be repeated. What was she to do when he went to university? Would she be a pathetic woman, visiting him to plead for sex? He was sure to meet girls his own age, and he had learnt from her to give so much pleasure. A girlfriend would surely cling on to him, not willing to share him, not understanding the older woman's desperate needs.

They fell asleep for a short while. Waking up was awkward. His head was between her breasts, and she wondered if he had sucked them in his sleep. 

She remembered waking up with him some time ago, when all this started. His penis had been nudging her lips, then it inadvertently slid inside her. Had it been a mistake, or had she subconsciously manoeuvred onto him?

It no longer mattered. She had given herself to him completely, unlike any other man. Was it the wonderful sex bringing her back to him, or that device? Questions and self-doubt whirled through her mind. He stirred, waking, washing away the doubts, leaving a smile on her lips.

'We never kissed,' he dreamily spoke. 'Such a waste of beautiful rose bud lips,' he said, and reached over for a kiss. 

Delicate touches led to him sucking her lips into his mouth, and on to a full blown smooch. His tongue explored her open mouth. She was giving her body to him, with everything his to explore, to have, to take complete possession. There was nothing she could hold back, nothing she wouldn't do for his pleasure. 

'You're so beautiful. Such smooth creamy skin. Your enticing lips, nose, neck, ears, eyes, nipples,' he said, as he kissed them. 

Her whole body tingled with sparks of pleasure running along every nerve. He stroked her long hair with one hand, and her pussy with the other.

'You've shaved your pussy,' he commented.

'Kept it shaved for you,' she said, and looked away with embarrassment from having admitted more than she should have. 

'Did I make these wonderful breasts?' he asked, while sucking on them.

'Yes, they're all yours,' she sighed. 

She was about to tell him not to start something he couldn't finish, then felt a hardness against her thigh. A thrill shot through her. Her expression changed from an indulgent smile, to a look of interest.

'There are advantages to having a young lover,' she murmured. 

He didn't hear her. She arched her back as he kissed his way down her belly. Her mouth fell open, and emitted a long low warble of sound. 

'Owww, master,' she yelped, when he sucked her sex into his mouth to nibble on it. 

Both hands were massaging her breasts. He heaved himself up her body with strong muscular legs. Without hesitating his prick stuck her, pierced her, and pinned her to the carpet. Like a prized butterfly she fluttered her wings, and shook her head from side to side, as though trying to escape. It was no good, he pinned her deep, and his arms held her tight, preventing her from flying away. 

She lay back, letting him make use of her body, letting him take his pleasure. Her own pleasure blossomed when he changed position. She felt his cock glide over her clit, and nearly had an orgasm. 

'Master me! Make me cum, please!' she howled.

With slower thrusts that before, he settled into a steady rhythm. She absorbed every push and held onto every pull. She wasn't thinking of anything, with a mind swamped by pleasure. For a moment she was disappointed it was coming to an end. He was about to cum, and she wasn't ready. Feeling his muscles go rigid, she felt his cock spasm. She imagined his cum spurting into her, and it set her off on a long lasting orgasm. 

They lay on their backs, apart, except for clasped hands, panting. It might have been a slower build up, and a slow screw, but it was as intense as the first time, if not more so.

'An interesting visit?' he asked.

'Interesting and informative,' she teased back.

She wanted to ask how he managed to rub her clitoris while screwing her, but was too embarrassed to ask. 

'Satisfactory?' he asked.

She laughed, propped herself up on an elbow, and gave him a big smile. 'Most satisfactory, young man. Full marks for technique, and everything else,' she told him. 

'So can we move on to other positions next time?' he asked, sounding like a model student.

'I don't think I can teach you anything more,' she said. 

Her heart raced from realising he had said the magic words, "next time". She needed there to be a next time.

'What about this, I think it needs exploring,' he said, while a finger slid between her cheeks.

'I don't think that would be appropriate, for a teacher to give to her student,' she demurely spoke. 

She was a little shocked. Had she let him do that to her during those two exciting weeks? It was all a blur at the moment. She had a desire to let him do anything he wanted, with a feeling of wanting to give him her all. But that? 

'You are my dirty little slut,' he said, and pressed a finger into her asshole. 

She looked away. It was one thing to say those thing while excited, whereas now she was sober, and coming down from a great high.

'Yes, Sir, whatever my master wants,' she reluctantly admitted. It was dreadful to think what she might submit to, just so long as he allowed her to visit.

He slapped her bottom and laughed. He wound his arms around her and kissed her. 

'You will do anything your master wants, as long as you want it too. Am I right?' he asked.

'Yes, I guess so,' she lied. 

She hoped he didn't realise she would submit to anything, really anything, he wanted. 

They kissed for a moment at the door. Then hugged tightly. She hoped it was a last hug, for it was far too dangerous a liaison. Not just because her daughter might find out. She was in danger of becoming as depraved as when under the influence of that damn device. Was she still under its influence? She let the question go. Time would tell.

***

Two days passed when the phone rang, and he answered it to find another woman making demands upon him. 




The Breast Machine Ch. 06



'OK, no problem, I'll get the spare bedroom ready,' John said, and put the phone down.

'Fuck!' he strongly complained.

Aunt Ethel was coming to stay for a week. Ethel was his father's, brothers' wife, and she was a right pain in the butt. He looked around the apartment and figured if she didn't like it, she could check into a hotel. She had enough money. She was just too mean to spend it. He pondered calling Jane, to see if she would clean the place up, in exchange for a fuck. Even that mean idea didn't cheer him up. 

Next day the door bell rang, and he trudged down stairs, knowing it was the dragon lady. She was interrupting his peaceful Sunday afternoon.

'My suitcase is in the taxi,' she said, in way of a greeting. The tight smile was devoid of finer feelings.

John lugged up the luggage, which included a suitcase, a briefcase, and a holdall. How long was she staying for heaven's sake? He figured they held lead weights, just to make him suffer.

'Be careful with the luggage. Which is my room? It's cramped and you haven't aired it,' she complained. 

He let the monotonous diatribe go over his head. He knew better than to defend himself. He didn't know how to air a room, and didn't want a lecture on it. Lugging in one of the cases he caught her bending to peer under the bed. She had a slim waist with wide hips, and her bottom stuck out in a tantalising way. She had a nice ass, he thought, and was surprised to even think it. When she stood up the dress was twisted tight around a small bust. 

She probably told her husband how to do it to her, and even then he got it wrong. The poor guy died a year ago, probably nagged to death.

'Do you want something to eat?' he asked.

'Just a weak tea, if you can manage that,' she sniffed. 

He left her alone with the tea, closing the bedroom door, to be out of sight and out of mind. In his own room he got down to some studying in preparation for college. He heard her fussing around unpacking, so put on earphones to zone her out.

Monday morning he got up early ready for school. The last week wasn't going to be much of a burden, except for the boredom. 

'I don't suppose you have any decent food here,' his aunt said. 

She went quiet for a moment. 'Don't worry, I'll get something on the way,' she quickly added. 

She didn't make a move to leave, just standing there looking him over. 

He caught the look and decided to head off the criticism. 

'I've got plenty of time, I won't be late for school. I usually have a coffee then shower,' he said, explaining his usual routine. 

She looked him over, but said nothing about him being slovenly in his boxer shorts. He quickly looked down to make sure everything was in order. The last thing he wanted was to hear her scream at his cock falling out.

'I've left a note, a shopping list. If you could get them for me, I'd appreciate it,' she said, sounding out of breath.

'Sure, no problem,' he said, hoping she would hurry up and leave.

When he heard the door close he sighed in relief. She had at last gone to her meeting, or whatever it was she had told him about. A note was left on the kitchen table listing food stuff he never ate. He'd buy it on the way home, but she would have to pay. 

A couple of days went by with John relegated to his room, keeping out of the way. They collided a couple of times to and from the bathroom. It was weird seeing his aunt in a towel. Surely she should have brought a bathrobe in all that luggage. 

They collided again in the evening, and she became flustered from nearly losing the towel. He looked away, not wanting to be put off his dinner. Instead of scooting into the bathroom she told him how things were going. Apparently she was training new staff at a branch opening up nearby. A branch of what, he missed, as he was busy staring out the window while she droned on. 

He was hungry and needed to eat, so he put his hands on her bare shoulders, directing her out of the way. He strode to his room to get dressed, and only then realised what he had done. He figured she had been too shocked to tell him off for touching her precious body.

It was nearly all over, and he had survived. She walked into the lounge, fresh from the shower. She had let her hair down, and wore a long loose dress. 

'I guess you're not into whole foods, young man. You could order a pizza, if you like, my treat,' she smiled, trying to look pleasant.

The word pizza attracted his interest. 'OK, that would be good,' he answered. 

He looked at her warily, wondering what she was up to. Surely she wasn't going to stay the whole week. The agreed three days was more than enough. Tomorrow evening she would be gone, leaving him in peace.

The pizza duly arrived and they sat down to eat, facing each other. She was sitting in his comfortable lazy-boy, while he was relegated to the tatty old sofa. He watched her discard the pepperoni off the top, and pinch her face with every bite of rolled up pizza.

She smiled at him, looking more relaxed than he had seen her since arriving. 

'I'll get some napkins,' he said. 

'I'll get them. You sit there. I'm an imposition enough, without you waiting on me,' she said.

He watched her trot off to the kitchen, with a look of surprise on his face. Perhaps she was thawing after a good day at the office. He reminded himself that it would be all over tomorrow and she would be gone.

'Would you like a drink, there's beer in the fridge,' she shouted from the kitchen.

He choked on pizza. 'Err, sure, why not,' he shouted back. 

She brought a glass of beer instead of the bottle. After a swig of the amber liquid he leaned back, and just managed to hold down a belch. He gave her a smile of thanks, just the turning up of his mouth. He watched her sip a health drink, then gulp it down in one. He wondered what she was building up to. Rather than the usual supercilious aunt he knew, she was trying to be nice.

She asked him about school and college. His answers progressed from monosyllables to more enthusiastic replies. 

'Would you like another beer?' she pleasantly asked. 

'Sure,' he said.

She came back and sat next to him on the sofa, which was a surprise. Their conversation turned to family and friends. 

'Have you got a girlfriend, someone you care about?' she asked.

'I did have, but we broke up,' he said.

'Sorry to hear that, John,' she said. 'It's probably for the best, now you're going away to college,' she added. 

She quickly downed another of her fruit drinks, and got up to get another. 

From the kitchen she said, 'I've run out of cranberry juice, do you mind if I have a beer?' 

'Sure, help yourself,' he said.

She settled next to him, a little closer, and pulled her legs up under her. The long skirt slipped away revealing her knees. Her legs were white, not having ever having caught the sun. 

'Don't know how you can drink this,' she said.

'Like this,' he laughed, and chugged half the glass.

He laughed when she tried the same, and choked. He patted her back, thinking she was at last loosening up from the old-fashioned woman he had known for so long. When he thought about it, he hadn't visited her or spent much time with her in years. It was nice getting to know her, and talking about lost relatives, learning things he hadn't known about the family.

'I miss Bill, your uncle. The big house is lonely without him,' she quietly said.

He didn't know what to say. He missed his parents, so could understand what it felt like. He sold the family home and bought this student apartment, to escape the memories.

'I've had no one to talk to, or hug me,' she said, looking up into his eyes.

Without a thought he put an arm around her. She snuggled up to him, pressing herself under his arm. He kissed her hair, which smelt of lavender, or what he thought of as an old ladies perfume. He hugged her tight, and wrapped his other arm around her. She pushed an arm around him and gripped him back.

'You're a lovely young man. Big and strong like your father was,' she said.

He gave her some room when she fidgeted, trying to get comfortable. She pulled at her breasts, as they were crushed between them. She looked up at him with large doleful eyes, and smiled. She craned her neck to reach his mouth, and kissed him. 

He kissed her back, smiling at her. 'This is nice. Getting to know each other,' she said.

Ethel pulled at her breasts again, and squirmed against him. John figured she wanted to get comfortable, so loosened his grip. 

'Hold me tight, John. It's so comforting. It's not every day I get to cuddle with a nice strong man,' she said. 

He gave her a big smacker on her forehead. She laughed at him. 

'Hope you don't kiss your girlfriends like that. Just old aunts I guess,' she laughed.

'I'm a good kisser, plenty of practice,' he teased.

'You young things don't know how. In my day it was all we were allowed to do. Show me then,' she added, after his protest. 

'Err, well,' John hesitantly spoke. 

'I'm too old to kiss. To you I must be ancient,' she mournfully spoke.

'No, of course you're not. You haven't got wrinkles, your legs are nice. you've got a great. . .' he cut off quickly.

'I've got a nice what?' she asked.

'You did ask. You've got a nicely shaped bottom,' he said, trying to be polite about it. 

'Put me on your lap, and show me how you kiss,' she demanded, as though it were a training session she was giving.

To shock her, he lifted her up and plonked her down on his lap. With a flourish he scooped her face up in both hands and kissed her on the lips. To his surprise she opened her mouth, and sucked his tongue into hers. She had an arm around his head firmly holding it in place. 

She smooched him, nibbled on his lips, sucked them, bit them, pushed her tongue into his mouth and devoured him. She was on fire. She pushed his hands onto her breasts.

'They're aching so much, play with them,' she huskily demanded. 

He gently squeezed her breasts, while she smothered him with kisses. 

With sudden clarity, as though a sun beam had pushed through the clouds, it hit him. The clues added up to explain what was happening. He hadn't paid it any attention, but she had been drinking a lot of fluids since arriving. She had been adjusting her bra which he hadn't noticed. This evening she had been restlessly pushing at her breasts, because she wasn't wearing a bra. It was difficult to tell if they had grown, but they felt large.

The damn device had struck again! He had hidden it in an old backpack under her bed. It must have been on! Though why did it take so long to work? Maybe it was because she was such a hard nut to crack. Or, it was on a low setting.

OH! Shit! What was he going to do now?

He had to escape to his room, and pushed her away. He couldn't stand because she was on his lap. 

'We shouldn't be doing this,' he murmured. 

It was a hope that the low setting hadn't pushed her to desperation, as much as Jane and Sabrina had been. At least her breasts hadn't felt so big.

'Why? Am I too old for you?' she asked, sounding hurt.

'No, it's not that. Your an attractive woman. Your my aunt, it's not right,' he asserted. 

'Only by marriage, and now I'm free. Not part of the family anymore, not really related to you at all,' she heavily breathed every word. 

'You're right, but it feels wrong,' he argued.

'Please, John. I need you, please,' she strung out the words, emphasising every one.

'I'll play with you,' he said, and guided her off his lap. He intended to just finger her to an orgasm, yet only if it was absolutely necessary.

His escape plan didn't work. She slid to the floor, pulling him down on top. Her dress was bunched around her waist, so he could see the big white knickers. Knowing the effects of the device, he decided to put her out of her misery, and give her what she needed. He positioned himself on top of her, ready to pull away if she objected. He hoped she would.

Instead, she scrabbled for his cock, pushed the crotch of the panties away, and forcefully pushed up at him. He heaved at her crotch, burying his cock deep into her, and felt her orgasm. He wasn't going to let her get away with it. He was going to make sure she was thoroughly sated. 

Taking a great lungful of air, he began to piston in and out of her like a steam engine up a steep incline. Long hard strokes had her keening and gurgling. She began to hit him on the back, urging him on. He speeded up, until she flung her legs around his ass and hold on tight.

Feeling her shudder and squirm, knowing she was having another orgasm, spurred him on. His hips hit her hard, driving her into the carpet, and he began to spurt his load. She cried out a long whine, then changed to sound like a wolf howling at the moon. She was still gripping tight, shuddering on a third orgasm.

He rolled off her, knowing from experience to at least hold her hand. When his breathing calmed a little, he turned over and sucked on a breast. They weren't as large as Jane's, but had obviously grown. The giveaway was that they were unexpectedly pert for her age. She was forty-one, and he hadn't been lying earlier. She had a good figure. 

Her dress had been rolled to a belt around her waist and her panties were awry. She wasn't pulling herself together for modesty sake, rather, she lay on her back panting. He smoothed his hands over her near naked body, enjoying the twitching of an oversensitive skin.

'You're beautiful, really sexy,' John told her. 

The no-nonsense tone of voice was pleasing and pulled at her emotions. There was a feeling that she had committed a dreadful mistake that couldn't be explained away. She tried pushing it to the back of her mind, from wanting so much to enjoy the moment. So many orgasms, so much earthy satisfaction, couldn't be allowed to spoil the twilight world of pleasure. 

A long while passed with them laying silently on the lounge carpet, each absorbed in their own thoughts. John was wondering how to explain to her why it happened, or even if he should. 

Ethel was wondering what in hell was happening to her. This afternoon the bra had been unbearably cramped, so she removed it, and carried on with the class. She didn't admit to herself that she had been subtly flirting with male colleagues. What shocked her, was going without a bra in front of strangers. 

'Please, John, stop touching me,' she quietly said, and pulled her clothes together. 'I'm so sorry. I led you on. I don't know why I did it. You must think I'm such a bad person. A silly old widow needing, err, what we did. It was wrong. You tried to tell me. I was out of control. Maybe it was the beer. I've been alone for so long, needed to be hugged, to be wanted. It was wrong to let you,' she murmured, a long wandering apology. 

'It's all right. No harm done. We can forget about it, if you'd prefer.' 

'Yes! I'm not sure if I can, it's so awful,' she said. Her eyes were welling up, and she suppressed a sob.

'You needed it,' he offered, in way of mitigation.

'It's wrong to give into base needs. I'm sorry John, I'm being selfish. How are you?' she suddenly asked.

'OK. I enjoyed it. You did too. Be honest with me,' he firmly stated.

'How can I admit such a thing? You can't have enjoyed doing, that, with an old woman,' she sniffed. 

'You look good. You're a beautiful and attractive woman. You had multiple orgasms so admit you enjoyed it, and move on,' he said, trying to cajole her along.

'Multiple what? Oh! I never, did I?' she said, sounding confused. 

'Tell me you enjoyed it, then we'll leave it at that,' he said.

'I, I, don't know what to say. How can I say I enjoyed such a bad thing,' she whined.

'Stop it now. It happened and that is it.'

'You are such a lovely young man, so understanding. Alright, I'll try. I did enjoy what you did to me. What we did together. It was a lovely experience. There, I've said it. Can we go back to how we were?'

'No, that's not possible. We can move on, but not go back. We have a more intimate relationship now. No one need know what happened. It's just between us. What happens now is that we shall be kind and considerate to each other, and remember how good it was. OK?'

She weakly smiled at him, and nodded her head. 'Thank you, John,' she smiled more brightly.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head to his chest. She didn't fight him off, instead she nestled in his arms for comfort.



The Breast Machine Ch. 07



John goes to college

Muriel didn't feel so good. It was a hot day, and symptoms of dehydration were evident. Having a dry mouth and a dull headache, wasn't so good for a lecturer. Fortunately she'd spent the afternoon in her small office, tutoring students. At the end of the session she quickly escaped, to return with a cool bottle of water. 

'Maybe I'm coming down with something,' she murmured to herself.

John sauntered out to the parking lot, taking a short cut through the teachers parking area. He watched Miss Flinders leaning against her old Ford, and walked up to her.

'You OK, Miss Flinders?' he politely asked.

'Sure,' she weakly responded.

'You don't look it,' he told her.

'Maybe not,' she relented.

He helped her into the car and held the door.

'Just close the door, I can take it from here,' she heavily said.

'You're in the passenger seat,' he pointed out.

'Oh. Maybe I do need help,' she murmured.

'You don't look well enough to drive. I could drive you, if you like,' he offered.

'I don't think so,' she crossly stated. 

She tried to climb out of the car, only to become dizzy.

'Maybe you're right. I'm not safe,' she reluctantly agreed.

He climbed in and took the keys from her. After twenty silent minutes, except for directions, they arrived at an old style house. He helped her out, and up the steps to the veranda and an ornate front door. 

'I can handle it from here,' she said.

He caught her as she began to fall backward. He took the key from her hand, opened the door, and helped her inside. He sat her on the sofa.

'Now you're here, could you get me a drink. Water would be fine,' she weakly said.

He'd put an experimental sonic device in her office at lunchtime, while she was out of the office, and it had been working on her all afternoon. He knew the effects it would have from accidently using it on Janet and her daughter, though this time it was on a low setting. 

Muriel was a different woman, more assertive, even considered a harridan in class. As expected her breasts had grown, and she was sexually aroused. If the device had the same effects upon her, she would be like this for a couple of weeks.

He brought a pitcher, and a glass. From experience he knew she was going to drink a lot of water. He hoped it was just dehydration and not some awful reaction to the device. He poured another glass, which she knocked back in gulps.

'Shall I get another?' he asked.

'No. My headache has gone. I feel much better,' she said.

He watched her heft a shoulder, then fiddle with a bra strap.

'You must have things to do on a Friday night,' she pointedly said.

'I'll make sure you're ok, then leave,' he said.

'I'm being discourteous. Thanks for your help,' she reluctantly offered.

'Nothing much different with your attitude then,' he smiled.

'That's rude, but true,' she relented.

She fidgeted with the bra again. 

'Damn thing is hurting like hell,' she said.

Muriel tried to reach behind her, only to stop the movement with a grimace.

'Undo the damn bra will you,' she huffily spoke.

He looked at her, acting as though he was wondering if he should.

'Don't worry about it, I'll keep them hidden,' she said.

He reached up the back of her blouse and unclipped it with one hand.

'Whew, that's much better. Didn't figure you had that much experience of unfastening a bra,' she smirked.

John shrugged, not admitting to anything.

'Best not tell your friends about this,' she ordered.

'Don't think they would believe me,' he said.

'You mean the harridan lecturer, unable to relax, or give an inch. What's my nick name these days?' she asked.

'Wouldn't like to say,' Muriel smiled.

'Kick Ass, or worse? Doesn't matter, I've heard it all before. Damn! They are sore,' she complained.

He watched her cup her breasts, and weigh them.

'Shit! My tits are swollen. Do you think so?' she asked.

'I wouldn't know, would I,' he said.

'Come on, all young guys look at lecturers tits. It's the only way to get through a boring lecture,' she said.

'Difficult to say,' he said.

'If you're angling for a look, don't bother,' she meanly said.

'That's fine. I just want to make sure you're alright before I leave,' he said.

Muriel fidgeted, looking uncomfortable. He noticed she hadn't asked him to leave. She firmly held onto them, and squeezed the nipples. 

'I've changed my mind. I want you to look at them. Tell me if they look alright, or not,' she sighed.

Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned the blouse. She hesitated before opening it up.

'Well?' she asked. 

The harshness in her voice sounded as though he were in class, and she was waiting for an answer.

'What am I supposed to be looking for?' he asked.

'I don't know. As a guy I assume you've seen more of these things than me. I've only seen my own, and don't take much interest in them. Do they look alright? I mean, normal,' she demanded.

John looked at Miss Flinders breasts, closely. 'They look alright to me. How do they feel?'

'I think that would be going too far,' she growled. 'Ooofff. They don't hurt so much as. . . I don't know, maybe they ache,' she murmured. 'Well, I've gone this far. It won't bother me, just don't let it bother you. Treat them gently,' she huffed.

He watched her push them out at him. He already knew they were larger, and were growing all the time. Jane's breasts, and her daughter's, progressed more quickly than Miss Flinders tits, but then the settings on the device had been higher. The way she was reacting it seemed the end result would be the same. Especially as she was sitting there offering him her breasts.

'Well?' Muriel asked.

He reached forward, pretending to examine them for an abnormality. 

'Tell me if it hurts anywhere,' he said.

He tried not to show too much of the wrong kind of interest in his teacher's breasts. With a finger and thumb he covered one breast, lightly squeezing it. He cupped it in both hands to gently press it. Then he started on the other. Her breathing was deepening, becoming a little ragged.

He ended up by holding them both, and pushing them together. He rubbed the nipples with his thumbs.

'They look alright, how do they feel?' he asked.

'Very sensitive,' she responded, after a moment, as though thinking about an answer.

'Do you think they are larger? I've not noticed them like this before,' he said.

'Perhaps,' she slowly replied.

He continued to massage them, while talking to her.

'They are very firm, should they be like that?' he asked.

'You mean for an old woman,' she meanly spoke.

'I don't think you're an old woman. You're very attractive. Sorry. Perhaps this isn't the time to say that,' he said, and took his hands away from her breasts.

'Oh! It helps when you do that. Can you carry on, just a bit longer,' she asked.

Her voice wasn't so harsh. It was almost pleasant. John went back to massaging his teacher's breasts. They were definitely growing.

'Perhaps I should try with my lips. I mean, they're more sensitive, and I'd know, err. . .' he offered.

'That's a lame excuse. You saying you've kissed girls breasts, so you'll notice something wrong with them? Damn! You are easing them. Damn! It can't hurt after going this far. Give it a try then,' she brusquely spoke.

He leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He heard her draw in a heavy breath, almost a gasp. One hand continued with a breast, while he sucked the other one. His free hand reached down to her thigh, to support him while he leaned forward. She didn't say anything. The only sound being a continuous low moan.

His hand shifted up her thigh, under the hem of the skirt. The moan turned to a low keening sound. Judging his timing, he gently moved his hand over her upper thigh, to between her legs. Feeling them fall open confirmed she was ready.

With light feathery touches, he tickled her thighs, quickly moving on to her crotch. He pressed the wet panties, until he found her sweet spot. She moaned with her head back. He pressed more firmly trying to gauge what was needed. Did she need a firm, or gentle pressure, with a quick, or slow rub. It was easy to find what held her attention, from the noises she made.

'For god's sake! Fuck me! Fuck me, John,' she loudly exclaimed.

With a hand between her legs, and another on her shoulder, he guided her to the floor. She pulled her panties down, and opened her legs, while he unzipped his jeans.

'Quickly, John! Come on!' she urged.

About to get on top of her, she instead pounced on him, as soon as she saw his cock. She tore the skirt aside when it got caught on his belt. Lowering herself onto his hardness she moaned fitfully. She pushed down, and pulled at his shirt, until feeling him deep inside. 

He looked at her face, seeing urgency and consternation. He guessed at some point, she would be wondering why she was so sexed up, and why her breasts had grown. He watched her tits moving around, while letting her get on with what she wanted.

'Yes, oh, yes!' she shouted.

He was impressed with how tightly she gripped his cock, while having an orgasm. He wondered if he should cum with her. He didn't know what she needed yet, so held back. He gained a lot of experience with Jane and her daughter, so prepared for the long game. He would learn over the next couple of weeks what she liked, and didn't like. Though her dislikes might be ignored, as he had plans for her.

Her pace slowed from the fast and furious bouncing on his cock. She was slowly moving up and down his penis, pushing down hard, to absorb all of it. 

'Oh! That is so good!' she puffed. 

She settled on his thighs a moment, wriggling on his cock. Then pushed on his chest with her fists, hauling herself up the length of his cock. 

'Don't you cum, John, not yet, please,' she hissed at him.

She was working toward another orgasm. She continued to ride him, slowly and deeply, pushing down, and waiting a moment with him deeply imbedded in her vagina. After awhile she shuddered, and slowly squirmed on his hardness with a look of concentration on her face.

'Now, John, cum with me. Fill me up, John,' she implored.

He grabbed her breasts, pulling her closer, and shoved up hard with strong leg muscles. His back arched, and his legs heaved. 

'Oh! Fuck! Yes!' she screamed.

Her head nodded in time with every spasm of his penis. He felt her vagina grip tight as he spurted load after load deep into her. She collapsed on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. He heard himself groaning. His body began to relax, until he was flat on the floor, with her covering him. She was a sweaty heap, a dead weight, sated. 

He wrapped his legs around hers, and held her close, as though they were one entity.

'John, John,' she murmured. 

He carefully rolled her to the floor, and kneeling, picked her up. She was a skinny woman, now with big breasts, looking wrong on such a slight frame. He carried her to a bedroom, and laid her on the bed. Her eyes were open, watching him as he undressed her. The skirt and blouse was half off, so it was just the panties needing pulling down her legs.

He pulled back the comforter and sheet, and rolled her into bed. She looked at him with a look of pain, and he wondered what he had done wrong. Had she guessed what he had done to her? He pulled off his clothes, dumped them on the floor, and slipped in next to her.

He wrapped his arms around her and whispered, 'You're wonderful, did you know that?' 

'You're staying?' she whispered back.

The sound of her voice was filled with surprise and satisfaction. She snuggled up to him. When he began to snore, she pulled his head onto her breasts. She vaguely noticed they were larger, but thoughts were wholly concentrated upon him. 

Some time ago she had been used, and abused by a man she was deeply in love with. Since then no one had shared her life, or her bed. She sighed, wondering whether to be afraid, or glad, this young man had entered her life. It proved she needed a good seeing to, but what was next? Surely he was too young for an adult relationship. Being a practical person, she decided the sex would be enough, for now.

In the middle of the night, John brought her a drink of water, which they shared. She was hardly awake, and soon drifted off, with a smile on her face.

***

Next morning John slid from the bed, not wanting to wake her. He dug in his back pack for a computer, and brought up a web site he'd created. It was a combination of reports from Jane's laboratory, and other technical documents. Looking at it afresh confirmed it was professional looking.

'Oh! My God!' Muriel shrieked.

'It's started. Game on,' John grimaced.

Stepping into her bedroom, he stated a well worn phrase, 'You all right?'

'No! Look at my tits! They're huge! For fucks sake, what's happened to them?' she cried out.

John sat on the bed, and reached for them. 

'No! Don't fucking touch them!' she warned.

'Why not? You said it eased them last night,' he assured her.

'Did I? Oh! I remember. Why in hell did I let you fondle them? Damn! You were kissing them. Is this why they're so, so, inflated?' she demanded to know.

'It's never happened before. Let me see,' he said.

'So you go round fondling and kissing girls breasts do you. Well, not mine you don't. Did you do this to me? No! Stop it damn you! Oh! Yes, that does feel nice, I mean better, soothing,' she said.

'Ok, just for a little while then,' she capitulated.

'Lie back and close your eyes. Relax,' he advised her.

'My breasts aren't down there. Stop that. Oh! Please stop. Oh! Please. Oh, yes!' she murmured.

He whispered in an ear to help her relax from the shock. 

'You are a beautiful woman. A sexy woman. You deserve to be pampered, and I will see to all your needs. Just lie back and relax. Drift away with your favourite fantasy,' he whispered.

She repeatedly spoke the one word, 'Yes', to everything he said.

'Keep going, please keep going,' she murmured.

She arched her back, pushing her pelvis up at his fingers. 

'Oh! Yes! Oh fuck!' she moaned.

Her body went limp from a gentle orgasm. She was more than relaxed now. He continued massaging her body, while her breathing rate returned to normal. It took awhile to recover from the orgasm, unless she was just set there enjoying the intimate massage. 

She turned to face him with a stern look. 

'This can't be a coincidence,' she said.

'What can't?' he asked. 

He knew full well what she meant, only he wanted to put off the point of confrontation. It would be better to avoid explaining the experimental device to her for a couple of days.

'You can stop doing that now. Yes, it's nice, but I want to talk to you,' she firmly said. 

There was a touch of breathlessness in her voice, which she determinedly struggled to overcome.

'My breasts, you turning up, and all this,' she pointedly said.

'Maybe I'm a magician, and put a spell on you,' he joked.

'I don't buy it being a coincidence. What have you done to me? Is it hypnosis? A drug?' she asked.

Muriel wasn't worried about the sex, though having it with a student was a problem. She would have to keep him quiet, perhaps by offering him a higher grade for his silence. 

'What about these? How did this happen?' she asked, while nudging her breasts.

'Yes, I think I might have found out why they've grown. I was looking it up on the net. Found something, come and look,' he said, and grabbed her hand.

He expected her to complain over not being dressed, but she was comfortable walking around naked. 

'Look at this. There's been a study of several women with the same problem,' John pointed out.

She slid onto the sofa in front of the computer. 

'It's all technical jargon, men talk. I do history, remember? Not science,' she ribbed him.

He sat down ready to explain what it meant.

'Mind these. Damn! They're going to get in the way. I'm going to have to get more bra's. What is everyone going to say when I turn up at college like this? Oh! Shit! I'm going to get ogled by the students,' she griped.

'Maybe not. This looks at the possible causes. High frequencies and microwaves, on certain women, stimulate growth. Alright, it took a whole page to say that. History books are the same. Yes, men write most of them too. Listen for a moment. . .' he chided her.

'Who's the teacher here? Don't forget your talking to your lecturer, young man,' Muriel scolded.

'A naked teacher,' he scolded her in turn.

'If you don't like it you know where you can go,' she told him.

'Look, this here indicates it could be a leaky microwave oven. Did you use one yesterday?' he asked.

'Could be. I've got one in my room. Not supposed to,' she mused. ' How do I know if it leaks?' she asked.

'Just a guess, but it might make your tits huge,' he said, and received a punch on the shoulder.

'They are not huge, they're big, well, very big,' she said, while jiggling them up and down.

'This page basically says they return to normal after a couple of weeks,' he pointed out.

'That's a pity, I was looking forward to sharing them with the guys in class. Do you think they'd like to fondle and sooth them for me?' she asked.

'What? Ok! You caught me. It'll be a couple of weeks. What are you going to do, take time off?' he asked.

'Get rid of the damn microwave for a start. You're right, I can't go around like this,' she mused.

'Teaching in college like that would be a problem, though you could try putting some clothes on,' he suggested, with a straight face.

'Hey, it's not funny,' she pouted. 'It's not fair just me being naked. You shouldn't let your teacher feel awkward, its rude. Take your clothes off too,' she teased.

'I thought you just had a climax,' he said.

'Two, and teacher wants another one. Teacher doesn't want a juicy apple, teacher wants a big juicy orgasm,' she pushed her lips together, in a girly pout.

'Fuck! Does it say anything about being juiced up? I mean increasing my sex drive,' she said, pointing at the over technical looking report.

'No. Do you mean you're not like this usually?' he asked.

'What do you think? You know my reputation. The gossips are right. I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time. No sex either, just in case you were wondering. Maybe that's why I'm so hot,' she mused.

'You're certainly hot stuff,' he smiled.

She looked at him, wondering yet again if this was just a coincidence. 'You didn't fiddle with my microwave did you?' she suspiciously asked.

'Is that what you call your bits down there?' he asked.

When he reached between her legs, she opened them.

'It's not playing that game right now, so don't bother,' she said. 'You didn't answer me,' she heavily spoke.

'No! I haven't been to your study room all week. I was taking a short cut to my car, when I saw you looking ill,' he defended himself.

Muriel was certainly different to what he was used to. She was determined and more under control. She was comfortable sitting naked with him. His hand was stroking her thighs, which she parted, yet still managed to ignore him.

'Mmm, ok. Juries out on that one. Where did you learn to give a woman such great sex?' she asked.

'With lots of older women. I work as a gigolo after school,' he said.

'What? Oh, you got me,' she laughed.

'Don't stop, it's nice. I might keep you here to stroke me, you've got a nice touch,' she said.

'How do you like your pussy? I mean, hairy or shaved?'

'Shaved,' he grinned.

'OK, I'll go shower and see what I can do,' she announced.

'Does that mean I've got the job?' he grinned.

'Yep. You do an OK job, so I'll keep you around. Don't drop your standards though, or you'll be out,' she said, over her shoulder.

In the shower she thought over what happened since arriving home. She hadn't had sex for a long time, and now he'd helped her to so many orgasms, she felt addicted to him. There was no way she was going to let him know that. He was nice, as well as being handsome, though a bit young for her. He knew what to do with his dick, which made a change. Damn! He could use his hands too! Perhaps she would keep him after all.




The Breast Machine Ch. 07



In the kitchen she smelt coffee, and he was cooking breakfast.

'Well, this is a surprise, and you mastered that old French coffee pot,' she smiled.

They ate breakfast talking about nothing much. He got up to tidy away the dishes.

'Sit down, and listen. I want you to move in,' she said, eyeing him for a reaction.

'OK. Won't that cause you a problem?' he asked.

'I'll fix that. I've short hair, wear jeans and t-shirt, and give the guys a hard time. They think I'm a hardnosed lesbian, so I can swing it with the dean. I mean reassure him it's OK, and nothing is going on,' she said.

'Are you a lesbian?' he asked.

'Surely you've answered that by now. No. It's an old story, I won't bother with it now. You have to pay your way, rent, food, and stuff. What do you say?' she asked.

'OK, sounds good so far,' he said.

'You don't bring any guys or girls back here, you study hard, and you give me space to work. Alright, well, now the good bit. We get to fuck whenever we're in the mood. That means no other women or men, just you and me. If you get interested in someone else, you tell me. That is a golden rule. No hard feelings, no problems, just tell me, alright?' she sternly spoke.

'Sure. I don't play around. I'll rent my apartment out, and move in today,' he smiled.

'Today? Well, yea, OK,' she smiled back.

'You must have rich parents. To buy you an apartment for university,' she stated.

'No. I inherited the family home and sold it. With the money I invested in the apartment,' he said.

'Oh, sorry. Is that how you see me, as a mother substitute?' she asked.

'You're no mothering type. You're as sexy as hell though,' he laughed.

'Really? I've tried to avoid that image,' she mused.

He didn't want to tell her why he picked her. She was giving him a hard time, and everyone else in class. She was known as a bitch, and everyone said it was because she wasn't getting any. Maybe that bit was true. Though she was hardnosed and aloof, the device had opened her up. He'd begun to doubt he could sweeten her, though now she had invited him to stay, he changed his mind.

'It was when you were feeling ill, you looked vulnerable and cute,' he smiled across the table.

'Me, cute? You've got to be joking. Well, you certainly did something to me. I mean apart from the sex. You're handsome and a nice guy, which is a rare combination. Don't worry I won't tell you about my bad experiences with men, or cry on your shoulder,' she grimaced.

'You can, when you're ready,' he smiled back at her.

'You actually mean it. Shit, you are a treasure. I might lock you up in my bedroom forever and fuck your brains out,' she laughed.

'Come on then,' he said.

She rose from the table, and promptly sat down. 

'Hold on. Damn! You have me hot all the time. Are you trying to turn me into a fuck toy?' she complained.

'Maybe,' he said.

He was by her side, stroking her hair and ears. He leant over and kissed her neck. She leant her head to one side for him to lick and nibble her ears.

'Barbie fuck doll, wants to fuck,' she squeaked in a pathetic sounding voice. 

They both laughed and she shoved him away.

'There are things to do before you move in. Yes, I want it, but not now, later,' she grinned.

'What needs doing, apart from you?' he asked.

'I need to buy food, and stuff. That's what responsible adults have to do,' she said, while keeping him at arm's length.

'If I'm contributing, I'm coming with you,' he said.

'You didn't have to give in so easily,' she complained.

'What?' he said.

'Yes, you can come shopping with me. Come to think about it, I could do with help with the bills,' she said.

'In that case, why don't I just pay you for your services,' he grinned.

'Why didn't I think of that? You could be my pimp, and organise the guys in class. How many do you think I could manage a night?' she teased.

'After me? No one,' he seriously spoke.

'You're not very professional. It's no good being jealous over a whore,' she goaded him.

'Stop it!' he demanded.

'Or what?' she asked.

'I'll spank you for being a bad girl,' he said, trying to regain his good humour.

'Mmm. Maybe later,' she laughed. 'Don't bother with the dishes, let's just go,' she said.

They got to know each other while pushing a cart around the store. He found it fascinating how open and fearless she was. They enjoyed each other's company on neutral ground. He stole a strawberry from a fruit display and fed her. She bit it in half, then fed him.

'I don't cook that,' she said, and put it back on the shelf.

'I do,' he said, and retrieved it.

'What is it?' she asked, looking surprised. 

'Coos, coos. It's just wheat, nothing poisonous. We'll pick up some lamb and spices to cook it Moroccan style,' he said.

'You can cook?' she asked.

'No need to sound so incredulous,' he feigned being hurt.

'Damn! I'm going to have to buy some bras and tops,' she stated. 

John looked around and caught a guy staring at her tits. They'd both noticed it, but ignored the looks. The store sold clothes as well as food, but nothing in her new size. She would have to go to a specialized store for a large bra and extra large top.

They loaded the car with groceries and toiletries.

'You can wait here, while I buy some clothes,' Muriel said.

'I'm coming with you,' John countered.

She opened her mouth to say something then changed her mind. 

'Are there no limits to your talents? You're going into a ladies clothing store?' she said with exaggerated incredulity.

'You need guidance, or you'll end up looking, err, wrong,' he said.

'Wrong? OK. I'll buy that. A guy advising me on what to wear, this should be good,' she sarcastically stated.

It took some getting used to the enlarged breasts, as they seemed to get in the way, and weighed heavily on her back. She'd never been one to hide herself away, and laughed off the way men stared at her. Some practical clothes were soon bought, and they were on their way back to the car.

'At least they aren't floppy, and dangling down to my waist. These things,' she explained, by cradling them in both hands. 'It's surprising how firm they are,' she mused.

John was embarrassed by her holding onto them, as it attracted attention.

'What about something sexy?' he asked. 

He steered her toward a store out of the way of staring men.

'Not into that sort of thing. I like the practical stuff we just bought. They're too expensive,' she opined, and sniffed.

'I'll pay,' he cheerfully said.

'If it keeps you happy, we'll take a look,' she grimaced.

She marvelled at his courage, for no boyfriend she knew would dare enter such a blatantly saucy underwear store. Reluctantly she picked some sexy underwear, just to please him. It was annoying not finding a bra big enough. He willingly paid for the lot, including two outfits. Though actually wearing the skimpy clothes was very much in doubt. 

They drove home chattering away to each other about family and friends. Memories were pleasantly dragged up from the past, giving both of them an instant background. It was a quick and enjoyable way to get to know each other.

Sending Muriel off to get changed, John put away the shopping. It helped him get to know his way around the kitchen. From experience he gave her plenty of time to try on all the clothes, and so decided to look in on her. 

'What's the matter?' he seemed to be asking often.

She was lying across the bed looking as about to cry. The new clothes were strewn across the floor. He snuggled up to her, and pressed himself against her naked body. Muriel grabbed his face and pressed it into her deep cleavage. 

'You like my huge tits, John, don't you?' she asked, with a sound of desperation in her voice.

'Mmmm,' he moaned over a nipple. 'They're gorgeous, almost as good as the rest of you,' he told her.

'I'm not too old, am I?' she asked, showing great concern.

'You're perfect. A wonderful young woman,' he reassured her.

'I'm not young, not for you,' she moaned.

He slapped her ass, and dragged her while she struggled, over his knee. 

'Stop it right now. You're only thirty-five. You look better than most eighteen year olds. If you don't accept I want you, I'll have to spank you,' he told her.

'You can't spank me, I'm an adult, and I'm your teacher,' she told him off.

He slapped her ass a couple of times, and threatened to continue.

'Alright, I submit, please stop!' she conceded. 

'Please what?' he said, and gently tapped her bottom.

'Please don't spank me, sir. Please don't spank your naughty teacher, sir,' she giggled.

'What was all that about, all the sniffing and sad face?' he asked.

'Don't worry, I'm just being stupid,' she weakly smiled.

The fear was real. Why in hell did she tell him to move in? She didn't ask, she had told him to do it, and he had agreed. At least he hadn't moved his stuff yet. How long could this mad moment last? He was only eighteen or nineteen, and far too young for her. 

'Stop doing that, I'm trying to think. I must have had a mad moment to let you move in. No! Ouch! Don't spank me! I'm not going back on the deal. Oooo, that is so nice! That's why your moving in. You'll be my sex slave. Ouch! All right, I'll be yours, whatever. Just so long as you keep doing that. Mmmm, nice! I'll be your sex slave, anything you want, keep going!' 

Muriel let go, something she hadn't done in a long time. She'd kept everyone at arms' length, and was turning far too early in life into a spinster. Now she was sprawled across her bed, letting a young student maul her naked body. The word, letting, wasn't truthful. Mauling wasn't accurate. She desperately wanted him to continue stroking, massaging, licking, and caressing her body, with fingertips, tongue and the grip of his strong hands. 

She heard herself repeatedly moaning at him some meaningless words. She couldn't stop. Didn't want him to ever stop. Nearing an orgasm he shied away from her sex, to concentrate another less sensitive part of her body. She whimpered, and complained with mewling sounds. 

How could someone so young reduce her to a lump of erotic sensations. Surely he was going to let her orgasm soon, or she would go mad. She began a soft keening sound, heralding the long awaited orgasm. Her mind was in turmoil, reduced to receiving the signals from nerve endings. She was just a bundle of sensations and they suddenly became a raging fire. 

'John, don't leave me. Stay with me,' she groaned.

'I'll be here with you, don't worry. You're mine now, and I'll keep you safe,' he whispered.

She fell asleep with a smile and a look of satisfaction on her face. He stroked her hair away from her face, and bent to kiss her. She murmured in sleep something about him staying and looking after her. He was going to do that. He was going to look after her, and tame her.



The Breast Machine



She was scratching his side. It became urgent, shaking him from a trance. He looked to his side to find her mother digging her nails into him. 

"Please!" she uttered, just the one word.

She too was playing with herself. Less frantically than her daughter. A hand went back to pinching her swollen nipples. Knowing it had to be done, he slid over to Mrs Jones, onto her, between her legs. She too grasped his cock, almost pulling it off in a hurry to have it. 

She didn't wrap her legs around him, instead she spread them wide. She already had a pillow under her hips. He thrust in, preparing to go wild, and hump her hard. She grabbed his hips in both hands, digging her nails in to his soft flesh. She guided him for long, slow strokes. 

Her vagina engulfed his cock, gripping it tight. He hadn't come to terms with the situation, so again he was distant, less involved, less carried away than he would normally have been. He let her guide his hips, to her own rhythm.

The long deep strokes meant he felt every sensation. When pushing into her body she quivered. Her vagina tightened on his cock during the long outward journey, as though not wanting to lose it. A deep penetration, which she pressed home and held, had her whole body quivering. The orgasm was a gentle deep ripple.

He thought he felt her orgasm. She lay still. No longer pulling on him. She must be free of that dreadful turmoil which drove them both to such extreme behaviour. He didn't want to stop now, but knew she would push him away.

Jane looked sideways at her daughter. Seeing her deeply asleep, Jane pushed his hips up, and sharply pulled him down hard.

"Fuck me John, fuck me hard," she moaned. Still in the throes of a gentle orgasm, she wanted more. The first orgasm was necessary. This time it was for the pure pleasure of it.

Guiding him with both hands gripping his ass, digging her nails in to reinforce the demands, she had him energetically pumping up and down. He soon got the rhythm. He hammered home time and time again. She bit her lip, trying not to wail. Her sex face was a screwed up mess. 

"Fuck me harder, John. Faster! Harder. Pound me with your big cock," she encouraged him.

Having held back for so long it was taking him a long time to orgasm. He was out of breath, sucking in air, wheezing loudly. He was young and strong, able to perform. He pounded her hard, now lost to anything, but the need to cum. 

He had successfully avoided an orgasm with Sabrina. There had been some confused thinking, about it not being right to take advantage. To spurt his load into her mother, would be even more disreputable. 

Now he was too far gone to care. His instincts took over. The one aim in life was to sow his seed. A deep lunge was the last. He held his cock deep inside, sowing, planting, spurting his sperm deep into her body. His cock twitched with every shot. He didn't feel her orgasm, or hear her joy.

"Fill me up with your spunk! Fill my body with your sperm," she moaned.

She convulsed under his weight, thrilled at being engulfed by a strong, handsome young man. She imagined his powerful sperm invading her body, welcoming it.

She too must have dozed for a few moments. He was still on top of her, a dead weight, dribbling down her neck. When she opened her eyes, she saw her daughter; thankfully still asleep. She didn't move for a awhile, wondering what to do. 

His cock was pressed between them; soft against her thigh. Her breasts were still huge, and the pillow had her at an awkward angle. She tried to move him, but he was too heavy. She was trapped under her daughter's naked boyfriend! She cut short a dangerous giggle, in case it became a loud hysterical laugh. 

It had been the only way out, making him take them both. Remembering the second orgasm left her feeling bad. Thinking how good it was, left her feeling naughty, and she smiled. 

He would have to be woken up before Sabrina, and seriously talked to. He was a sensible young man, so maybe it wouldn't be too awful.