Chapter 3: Not All Work And No Play

The shrill alarm hammered through to Jane's consciousness. She groaned and fumbled to turn it off. Seven thirty already. It had been an hour since she'd sent Jimmy back to his room. Twice after that first time she'd awoken to Jimmy's gentle suckling at her breasts. The first time she'd taken control and ridden him long and slow to a crashing orgasm as he suckled at her teats. The second time she'd knelt while he took her from behind, but after she'd cum a second time in that position she was getting sore and she'd flipped over onto her back and bathed in his cum after he'd fucked her cleavage. Jimmy had loved doing that, as she knew he would. She couldn't believe though that he came as much that final time as he did the first time that night back in his own room. She wasn't kidding when she said she bathed in it. Jane had cum in her hair, all over her face, not to mention in an eye. In her ear of all places, and that didn't lessen the coating he'd given her tits.

Jane had been a total mess, and too tired to do more than scoop up and eat what she could and wipe out her eye with the corner of the sheet. The bedding was a total mess. She swung her legs out and sat on the side of the bed for a moment. Some dried cum flaked off her breast. She smiled at the memory of the night. She'd been impressed by his self-control, amazing for a fifteen year old virgin, couldn't call him that any more she smiled to her self. She'd been impressed with his gentility too, not to mention the size of his cock. Jimmy had already known last night had to be their secret when she mentioned it to Jimmy. He was a bright kid as well she reflected. She got up and headed for a shower she really needed.

The hot water eased aching muscles as she shampooed cum out of her hair. Jane stayed under the hot water far longer than she usually would, but this morning the hot water felt so good. Jane dried off and got dressed for work, this being one of the two Saturdays in four that she worked. She wore a black knee length skirt that was snug around the hips and a pale blue silk blouse with the shop's name embroidered on the breast pocket. She added what little makeup she wore. Leaving a couple of buttons undone below her throat to show a little cleavage, she dabbed on a little perfume, and went to Jimmy's room.

Jane quietly cracked open the door and went in, closing it behind her. There lay Jimmy, curled in a ball with the covers pulled up tightly around him. She sat gently on the side of his bed and whispered in his ear. "Jimmy." Jane waited a moment. "Wake up Jimmy". She waited again. "Come on sleepy head, time to rise and shine", she said a little more firmly. There was movement at last and a groan. Jane burrowed a hand under the covers. "Why, Jimmy! I do believe you are naked in that bed", imitation shock in her voice.

"Well you should know, you tucked me in", said Jimmy in a voice thick with sleep.

Jane's questing hand closed around turgid flesh. "You're hard again? After you came...", Jane had to think back and count, "... five times last night?"

"Always hard in the morning", Jimmy said. He'd rolled onto his back and spread him self.

Jane's hand was moving rhythmically now. "I need you to do something for me", she said.

"Anything, just don't stop", Jimmy groaned.

"After last night my sheets need changing, cos mum will throw a fit if she sees the mess we made, you know I'm not allowed guys in my room. But I'm gonna be late for work if I don't get moving, so will you change the bed and do the laundry, hopefully before the beast wakes up?"

Completely awake now, Jimmy said, "Of course, I'll do the rest of the laundry too, me washing your sheets won't look suspicious that way. And if you're in a hurry, hadn't you better do that faster"?

Jane flipped back the covers. "I was thinking I'd let you finish it off", she teased.

"That's just not fair, always finish what you start", Jimmy quoted and added a little whimper when Jane squeezed slowly up his dick, milking a bead of pre-cum from it.

"I guess you're right" she said matter of factly, and continuing in the same tone. "I'll just have to have your cum for breakfast instead of toast". And with that she dropped her head into his lap enveloping Jimmy in warm wet cavern that his cock had to share with an affectionate monster called a tongue.

Jimmy laughed weakly, "Sis, that's perverted. But damn it sounds good to me. Breakfast will be along in just a few moments", he added.

Jane redoubled her oral attentions. Jimmy's muscles convulsed and she sucked him in as deeply as she could, swallowing for all she was worth. When he was soft again, she released him.

"That's the best alarm call I ever had", Jimmy smiled sitting up.

Jane lent forward for a kiss, but kept Jimmy's hands at bay. "Sorry, but I don't want to get to work with a wrinkled blouse", she said after a gently passionate kiss. "You'll just have to wait till tonight", she added mischievously. "And get your self a shower, you smell of pussy, and I can't even begin to think how you'd explain that to mum".

Jimmy grunted. "She went to bed drunk, if she took a sleeping pill as well she'll be out for hours yet, I have plenty of time".

"Yeah, probably right. Anyway, I have to get going, see you later".

"Love you Sis, have a good day".

Jane smiled, "Love you too squirt". She winked at him and was gone.

Jimmy showered and dressed, got the laundry going, remade Jane's bed, and had breakfast. It was just ten O'clock. None of his friends would up, except for the couple that had jobs. What was he going to do with the morning? Tired though he was going back to bed didn't interest him. His thoughts kept drifting back to Jane. He was getting horny again.

He was on his way back to his room when the idea occurred to him. If his mum had taken a sleeping pill on top of all the wine she'd drunk last night then she was probably more unconscious than asleep. Last night had changed Jimmy forever and new confidences emboldened him. He wondered if he could get a look at her 38E's while she slept. He hadn't told Jane, but he knew exactly what size bra their mother wore; trips to the laundry hamper had more than one use.

He was horny and curious, a potent combination. He stopped outside his mum's room and listened at the door. Not a sound, he'd hoped for maybe a snore or something to indicate sleep. Carefully he twisted the knob and pushed the door gently into the gloom beyond. "Mum"? He called softly. There was no reply. Jimmy stepped into the room and pushed the door to behind him. He didn't move for a minute while he waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom brought on by the heavy curtains.

Jimmy trod no heavier than a helium balloon to approach the bed without a sound. Except maybe for the blood thundering in his ears as his pulse accelerated. At the foot of the bed he stood sagging with disappointment. She must have slept restlessly; she was wrapped in the blankets more securely than Houdini in chains, and Jimmy was no magician to extricate her without waking her up. He couldn't even tell if she was wearing anything under the blankets she was so well covered. How could he get her to throw off the covers of her own free will? She wasn't showing any signs of waking up, or even of moving at the moment. He turned disappointed from the bed, crept back to the door where a possible solution presented its self. The room's thermostat was set at sixty-five. With a wicked grin he turned it up to ninety, and crept away like the setting sun.

Jimmy leapt on his bed laughing; it would be so cool if this worked. He lay back to wait, but his mind was already in his mother's bedroom with the covers folded back to reveal her bounteous charms.

Jimmy's mum was thirty-nine, and depressed about turning forty in a weeks time. That was why she'd drunk two bottles of wine the previous night. But for almost forty she was a fine sight thought Jimmy. She was blonde like Jane but had longer hair. As previously remarked she had larger breasts than Jane. She was an in inch or two taller than Jane. And it was possible she outweighed Jane by stone and a half. Even so, she was hard not to stare at if she decided to dress up. Maybe her face showed her age, but she was all exciting curves and long legs.

Jimmy was passing the time by daydreaming about suckling at her big brown nipples, and his now throbbing cock had become uncomfortable in the confines of his jeans. He changed into sweats ditching his underwear as well as his jeans, and checked the time. Twenty minutes had passed. Was it long enough? He discounted the idea immediately, give it another twenty minutes and he'd go and see how things were progressing. He decided to go downstairs and check the laundry, maybe put the TV on, anything to take his mind off his mother's tits.

Jimmy managed to keep him self occupied for nearly half an hour and got his erection to subside too, laundry will do that for you.

Jimmy climbed quietly back up the stairs. He imagined his naked mother spread out on the bed with the covers kicked off the bed. Was that what he would find? There was only one way to find out. He crept down the hall and eased the bedroom door open after listening for a moment and hearing nothing. A wave of heat poured over him as though he were stepping into a sauna. Sweat beaded his forehead as he closed the door behind him. Once again he had to stand for a minute to adjust his eyes to the twilight gloom in the room.

As Jimmy approached the bed he recognised a degree of success. A bare leg stuck out and the covers were pushed down to her waist, exposing a bare shoulder and the curve of hip and waist. But his mother lay turned away from him. To see what he wanted to see all he had to do was walk around the bed.

Lead weights were suddenly dropped onto his feet. His pulse accelerated again, and his cock began to twitch in his pants. If he got caught here he was in big trouble. Grounded for life in all probability, if not the life ground out of him. Still, he had to look at least. Breathing heavily he crept around the bed to where he would achieve his holy grail, or at least his objective for the morning.

He felt like he was struggling through treacle it was so hard to move around the bed. But finally he arrived at the side of the bed where he knelt in awe of the sight before him. His mum's head was almost off the mattress as she lay on her side. Her mouth was open sparking the tantalising idea of putting his cock to her lips to see if she would suck in her sleep. The idea was too dangerous to even contemplate. His mother's arms were clasped below her breasts, framing and supporting them. They were huge pale pillows of flesh with a dark centre a good two and a half inches across.

Jimmy sat on his heels for a minute or two enthralled in their movement as his mother breathed. The desire to touch was strong, to trail a fingertip through the sheen of perspiration, but could he get away with it? He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. His right hand cruised forward till nervously bunching muscles applied the brakes hard. Extending his index finger he made light contact, and dragged down the soft skin toward the nipple. He ran the finger around the aureole watching wide eyed as the skin there began to crinkle and pucker into a protruding nipple.

Jimmy's erection was once again as hard as a bone and throbbing and bobbing inside his sweats, threatening to go off like an unexploded bomb at the slightest excuse. He wanted to pull it out and stroke it, but that was a mess he didn't dare risk. He moved his circling finger to his mother's other breast and repeated what he had been doing. A sudden inarticulate, almost inaudible moan from the bed made him snatch his hand away, and prepare to flee, but there was no other sign that she might be waking up.