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.
