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.
