Chapter 2

They woke to the chime and announcement at 6:00 AM, and Jim stumbled and blearily looked at his mother as she was moved to the pumping station. He smiled at her sleepily, and opened her robe and placed the cups over her breasts and pushed the button starting the machine. She gasped again, feeling her nipples stiffen, and Jim glanced at her again. She shrugged, and said “It’s a bit startling first thing in the morning.” He nodded, and went to the fridge, pulling another smoothie bottle out and getting a straw. He walked back and put it down on the top of the machine. His mom watched as he did this, and felt a twitch of conscience for noticing her son’s morning wood. Jim excused himself, and went into the bathroom, and came out a couple of minutes later. Well, it hadn’t been a piss hard-on, she thought, then mentally told herself, Quit that! She switched her gaze to the timer and watched it count down. Her nipples were feeling really sensitive, but good. The suction was really nice. Was it supposed to be like that? She remembered nursing her children. It had been nice, but not quite like this.

The pump beeped and switched off, and Jim took the cups away and hung them on the machine. He picked up a tube of cream and applied it to his fingers, and rubbed it into his mother’s breasts for a minute. He determinedly looked in her eyes as he did so, and tried to ignore that he was rubbing a woman’s breasts. His mom’s breasts.

“Thanks, Jim, that’s better,” Beverly said, and Jim quickly closed her robe and turned to pick up the smoothie bottle. The computer announced that it was time for a smoothie, and he held the straw to her lips. She drank it quickly and thanked him again, and he tossed it out and said, “If you don’t mind, I’m going back to bed!”

“Me, too” said Bevely and instructed the computer to move her back there.

“Want me to tuck you in, Mom?”

“No, I’m warm enough like this, thanks,” she replied.

Jim stumbled back to his bed and flopped in, while Beverly closed her eyes and drifted off, missing her husband.

This became a routine, but with each of them noticing a growing sexual tension. It was hard to ignore the sound of masturbation, and Beverly was feeling her sex drive reawaken. The pumping sessions were becoming a major turn-on for her. On the fifth day, the pump began to draw small amounts of fluid from her nipples, and they had to use a towel to dry the nipples after the sessions. The touch made her gasp, and the look of pleasure on her face from it and the lotioned massage of her swelling breasts afterward was very clear. Julie looked at Jim and jerked her head. Jim went into the bathroom to give them a bit of time for a private conversation.

“Okay, Mom, we were told to expect this. Bethany left us a clitoral vibrator to use if you want.”

“Uh, no, no, thanks. That’s a little too ... no. I just need to calm down, let the sensations fade a bit. I’ll be fine!”

“Okay, but if you want it, I can put it on you and switch it on or off for you. I mean, it’s just like Jim and I, you know. When you have to scratch that itch, it can make you crazy, and, well, you know ... it is what it is.”

Two days later, Beverly began producing milk. Her breasts had grown to over a D-cup, and were increasingly sensitive. As she was pumped, she could not help gasping and squirming. All three of them were very aware that after a pumping session, there was now a half-hour break before the computer called for the smoothie, and that time was spent with Jim, and Julie, masturbating. The masturbation sessions were no longer muffled or quiet. Gasps, cries, and moans echoed through the house, and Beverly simply could not cool down. The house was filled with the smell of arousal and sex for an hour afterwards, and showering her mom was becoming a bit difficult for both Julie and her mother, since Beverly was still very turned on and incidental touches and soaping and rinsing while pretending all was just normal had become an erotic torture.

Finally, Beverly told her daughter, “Fuck it. Put the damn vibrator on me. This is driving me nuts, and I don’t know what else to do!”

Julie smiled sympathetically. “Ok, mom.”

She placed the vibrator over her mother’s clitoris before the next pumping session, and turned it on low with the pump. Her mother’s eye flew wide as the mixed sensations flooded her body. Her back arched, searching for something to grind against. Julie watched for a minute, then mischievously bumped the vibrator up a notch, and her mother cried out.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, no! Jim, no, go away!”

Jim was watching as his mother thrashed and moaned on the harness, eyes wide and completely unaware that his erection was poking through the gap in his robe. Julie glanced over and saw her brother, and hit him on the upper arm. “Dolt!” she hissed at him. He blushed crimson and tried to put his penis away, but it tented the robe. He pulled it back and scuttled away toward the bathroom.

“Oh ... my ... OH ... MY ... GOOOODDDD!” climaxed Beverly, and her fluids dripped on the floor. “Oh my God, never ... I’ve never ... felt anything ... like that!” she panted. “Oh, please, turn it off! Turn it off! Too much!”

Julie quickly switched the vibrator off. “Wow, Mom, that was, um, powerful!”

“Mmm-hmmm!” confirmed Beverly as the pump kept doing its job. “Oh, goodness! Oh, squeeze my breasts, please! Get the milk out! Just a little, baby! Please! This is ... No! Sorry, I ... Don’t! That’s too ... SEXY!” she cried as Julie massaged her breasts. In a perverse mood, she switch the vibrator on low and continued gently squeezing and massaging Beverly’s breasts toward the cup- covered portion of the breasts, toward the nipples. “Gah! No ... yes! Good God, ahh!” She arched again, and again droplets fell from her crotch. “Never came from ... nipples ... breasts ... Oh! Stop it, please! Please!”

Julie switch the vibrator off again, and saw the last digits click down on the timer. Had that been just ten minutes? She felt power, she felt sexy, she felt ... She looked at her mother coming down from her high, and they looked each other in the eye. At that moment, they heard Jim’s vocal orgasm in the bathroom. Julie was all too aware that her own pussy was flowing, and she was torn between cleaning her mother up and running and taking care of a knee-weakening need that was about to drop her to the floor. Need won.

“I’m sorry, Mom! I gotta...” she said as she fell back on the floor and put two fingers inside herself and the other hand frantically rubbed her clit. “It’s too ... AIGHH!” she spasmed on the floor as her mother could only watch. It was a fast orgasm, but a hard one, and it was moments later when she realized she’d been looking directly at her mother’s body, framed with the robe draped open by the harness, as she came.

“Oh, god, Mom, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t even ... I mean, I was going to fall if I ... I was just so ... I’m sorry, Mom!”

“Well, that was, um, a bit over the line, I think. Um, sweetheart, can you get this thing off of me?”

“Oh, shit! Um, sorry, Mom. Yeah! Give me a second. I’ll get everything!

Julie went and grabbed the lotion and towel, and gently pulled the cups from her mother’s breasts, gently wiped the nipples and saw her mother’s jaw tighten as she stifled the moan. She began rubbing the lotion in and her mother sighed, and then cooed. “Okay, baby, stop, that’s plenty thank you! Harness, move to the bed!”

Julie grabbed a paper towel and rubbed the fluids from the floor with it.

“Um, Mom? Is that gonna happen every time... ?”

“No, baby, I think I’d just built up a ... need, and it got released all at once. At least I hope so. We may have to call this arrangement off if this keeps happening!”

Julie looked at the remote for the vibrator in her hand, smirked, then sobered. She deliberately placed it on the counter, and went to her own bed. She had enjoyed that. A lot. Her brother came out of the bathroom and then sat next to her on her bed.

“Um, we may be in trouble,” he said in a low voice.

She looked at him and nodded soberly. “I know we are,” she said. “This is messing with me hard.”

He nodded back.

“She’s drinking the tea, right?” Julie asked.

“We all are, yes. I’m going to make sure that the tea isn’t what’s doing this. I’m going to stop drinking it for a few days, and see if things get better or worse.”

Julie thought hard about that. “What if it gets worse? What will you do?”

“Go crazy, I expect. Beat off until it falls off, or something. I don’t know. But I just masturbated to my mother having an orgasm. I mean, in my head, all I could see was her pleasure. And her body. And it ... was a very strong orgasm. For me. I may have passed out, I’m not sure. It scares me. I’ve got to try something.”

The next couple of days’ pumping sessions seemed to be much less intense. They were very stimulating, but not so much that Beverly had an orgasm. It helped that Julie had taken the vibrator off. Jim was abstaining from the tea, and there didn’t seem to be a difference for him, he said. He wasn’t masturbating more often, but he was getting more withdrawn. Two days passed. Julie was having very sexual dreams, dreams in which she was making both her mother and Jim cum, and she felt that sense of sexual power each time. She would wake up and have to take care of her needs, and at times she vocalized her parts of her fantasies. She would hear Jim masturbating at the same time, which fit into her fantasies neatly.

Her mother began reacting very strongly to the pump again, and again the brush of the towel and the lotioned breast massage began producing an increasing sexual need. Jim was there for every session, whether assisting or not.

Then came the day when after hooking up the pump, Beverly asked Julie to put the vibrator back on her. Julie looked at her mother, and said “No.”

Her mother looked taken aback, then said, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I had a moment of weakness.”

There was a strange look in Julie’s eyes, and Beverly noticed that her daughter’s hand was inside her robe, and her daughter’s nipples were clearly visible through it. She turned to look at her son, who was sitting in a chair, robe open, openly masturbating while looking at her.

“What! Jim! Julie! What the hell?”

Julie seemed to come to, then snapped at Jim “Jim! Quit that! Do that on your bed!”

Jim stopped, and his eyes looked a bit crazed. He stood, hand still stroking, and went to his bed where he continued masturbating. Julie felt electricity arc down her body, directly to her pussy. She started the pump, ran to her bed, and just before she brought herself to a powerful orgasm she demanded that Jim cum for her. For her. She heard him yell with his release. She came with the knowledge that he had, indeed, cum for her.

Her mother, hanging at the pumping station, listened as her children climaxed and felt her excitement grow. Her nipples felt like they’d become clitorises, and the milk flowing through them was like ... was like ... oh, God! Was like an orgasm! Her actual clitoris vibrated, her channel convulsed on itself. There was pleasure. Her entire body was a giant wave of pleasure. It felt like her mind stopped, and the only thing was the pleasure. She was swept away by the tide of it, it pulled her into it and it came out through her breasts and pussy like fountains. It didn’t end until the pump stopped. She cried with relief and release, her body limp and exhausted.

Minutes(?) later, she heard footsteps. Jim had walked over and was removing the cups. Skipping the towel and the lotion, he began kneading her breasts. Oh ... my ... God. Again, she felt pleasure. How was this possible? She groaned and looked into the lust-filled eyes of her son. He had lost his robe. His penis was bobbing, half-erect. His fingers smelled of come, and he massaged it into her breasts, grinning like a madman. She felt a trickle of milk emerge from her right nipple. Her mouth was open in shock, her eyes wide, the look on her face an indescribable mix of pleasure, desire, and shock. She wondered if she were hallucinating.

“Jim! Stop that. Go to your bed!” came the commanding voice of her daughter.

Jim didn’t seem to hear her, and Julie whacked his penis with her hand. “Now!” she said, and he shuffled off, stroking his penis again, whether to relieve the pain or in pleasure was hard to say.

“I’m sorry, Mother. He stopped drinking the tea and he’s gotten a little crazy. I’ll make sure he starts drinking it again. That may help.”

“The tea?”

“Yes. The tea inhibits our sex drives, which are being driven crazy by our deal with DeGraves. He thought it might be the tea that caused it.”

“I don’t understand. How... ?”

“I don’t understand either, exactly, but maybe it’s like a curse or something. DeGraves wants us to beat it. Bethany said it happens to everyone he helps. But we’re his family, and it’s hitting us harder, a lot harder.” A look of stunned revelation burst on her face. “Oh my God! Susan and her family! Shoes and feet and pictures! That must be their perversion! That’s sick!”

“What... ?” asked an obviously confused Beverly.

“My friend, Susan - she told me about DeGraves. She said...” Julie shook her head to clear it and changed course. “Look, the only way out of this is through it. We have to hold on to our ... I don’t know, morals? Selves? Souls? Keep from becoming a family of completely incestuous perverts? Try to not cross so many lines that we can’t find our way back, or have to kill ourselves in shame when it’s all over. Once it’s over, the craziness goes away and we’re ourselves again, I think. I don’t think we can stop in the middle. But once we’re done, we’ll have to live with it.”

“And all this ... does it keep getting worse?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Bethany said we can make it, but it will be hard. She said keep drinking the tea. And not to drink any of your milk. That’s the most important thing, she said. Not even a drop. It makes the tea not work or something.”

“Oh, dear God. What have you gotten us into?”

“We had no idea, Mom! It just didn’t occur to me that Susan would steer us into this. Well, she did say ‘If there’s no other way... ‘ Oh, Mom! I’m so sorry!”

Julie had been cleaning her mother off with the towel, and then applied the lotion. Her mother took a deep breath. “Julie, this is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done!”

“I know, Mom,” she said. She tweaked her mother’s nipple, then realized what she’d just done. “Oh, shit! Sorry!” she cried as Beverly gasped and bucked. Julie carefully closed her mother’s robe, then got her smoothie and straw. As her mother sipped, they listened as Jim reached another orgasm. It actually sounded a bit painful.