The Breast Machine

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.