The Breast Machine

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.