The Accident

"Doctor, look," exclaimed my assistant David as he backed away from the electron microscope to make room for me. "I think the metagenic virus has penetrated the cell wall. I think this time it might work."

I quickly took his place at the eyepiece and watched the granular display of cellular activity. The fibers of the newly injected protovirus did in fact seem to be working their way through the cell walls.

I shut down the equipment and told David we would shut the equipment down and resume first thing Monday morning. It had been a long week and after months of no progress this seemed to be the first sign of advancement.

It had long been our theory that viral study can lead to viral agents that can alter human DNA to help eliminate genetic defects in the hu8man genome. Men are genetically more prone to certain inconsistencies and women have other weaknesses. Our theory was that if the two are combined and the genetic strengths are enhanced and the deficiencies eliminated, the human population could be strengthened to the point that many genetic conditions could be eliminated.

People could be stronger, smarter, more empathetic, live longer and have a better quality of life.

It appeared we had created a viral agent that was at least the first step in that chain.

I set the high speed record in the electron microscope and David and I checked out for the weekend.

I went home to my husband of 22 years and my 19 year old college freshman son and my 18 year old high school senior daughter. We lived in a fairly affluent neighborhood and our life was fairly comfortable.

I walked in the house and nobody was home yet, so it fell to me to make dinner, but I wasn't feeling well. Ever since I had left work I had been feeling tired with a sort of general malaise afflicting my entire body.

So, rather than cook, I called a local Mexican restaurant that did delivery and ordered everybody's favorite and went upstairs to run a hot bath and get into my pajamas.

I took a bath bomb in with me, and ran water as hot as I could stand filling the tub with bubbles and steam. I hung my robe on the hook beside the tub and dropped my clothes to the floor, dipping my toes and allowing them to get accustomed to the temperature. I entered slowly, acclimating to the temperature as I did until I was finally lying in the tub buried in the hot water, steam and bubbles.

The bath bomb contained not only a fragrance and a soap, but a skin oil as well and the soft feeling of the oil coated me as I slid in and immediately began to relax me.

I lay there for a few moments, allowing the bliss to flow over me and I felt immensely better. I began to rub my body a loofah and found myself concentrating on my erogenous zones. I was 40 years old and not unattractive. I had a thin body, which came from years of track and distance conditioning as a younger girl, which I kept up with. I was also blessed by athletic parents so there were good genetics involved as well. I had long, layered blonde hair down to about the bottom of my shoulder blades.

Some said, my daughter especially, that my hairstyle was a bit dated, recalling the 90's but I didn't care. It was a style I liked, I was comfortable with and it accentuated my large breasts when it hung down over them.

My hands were slipping lightly over my entire body, teasing all the right spots. I wasn't masturbating. Moreso, exciting myself. My husband and I had not had sex in quite a while. We had both been so busy it had been one of the things that had fallen by the wayside. We had sworn never to neglect time with our children so time alone together was the thing that suffered.

I thought of my husband as I touched myself. He was a tall Scandinavian man. He stood 6 foot three inches tall and also had blonde hair, which he wore long, sometimes back in a ponytail, but most times just hanging loosely at his shoulders. He had a striking profile with a chiseled chin and nose with a perfect complexion.

My son was his fathers son. He was also tall and very Scandinavian in appearance, being an almost identical copy of his father only younger. He wore his hair, however, cut short in almost military style with the front gelled in an upswept wall.

My daughter was taller than me at 6 feet tall, she had long blonde hair, perfect in body and hanging to the top of her waist. She could have easily been a flower child from the 60's.

We were a walking, talking advertisement for the nuclear family that many said had begun to disappear.

My husband worked in the corporate world,an accountant for a major biomed firm and I was a research assistant in a biomed research firm. We had met right out of college at a corporate christmas party. It had been lust at first sight which quickly developed into love, marriage, careers, kids and all the things the good life promises.

We had really had no problems up until that point. Life had gotten better as the years went by. Our children were healthy. They were doing well in school. Our careers had progressed nicely. He was the head of his department, and although his work was a bit dry, he was good at it and liked the people he worked with. I had gotten a job as a research assistant while I was in college and had gone from a non paid undergrad assistant to assistant to director of special projects. I was taking a year off from my education. I had been working on a doctorate but our project and our children had taken up a lot of our time, so I needed more time. Once our children were in college, I would finish my doctorate.

My thoughts drifted to life before our children, just the two of us with so little time to ourselves that every minute of our time alone was spent fucking in every way imaginable. We were so into each other and I loved touching him. I loved exploring every part of his body. I loved touching his chest, licking his nipples and working my way to his heavy balls, licking them and sucking them. I loved taking his wonderful cock deep in my pussy and my ass. He would worship every part of me with his tongue and his cock and sex was passionate and wonderful. Experimental and abundant.

But over the years, responsibility had taken a lot of that away. We were happy, successful if not a little bored.

My mind was focused on his cock and the feelings I was generating touching myself when my son knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hey mom" he said bursting in through the unlocked door. "Is there anything for dinner? I have to run soon. We're going to a Rush cover band concert over in Philly." His eyes caught me as I jerked away from my exploration. "Caught you again, huh?" He teased me.

"It was a draining day, but we think we might have made some progress in one of our experiments." I said.

Nudity had never been an issue in our home. It was normal and there was very little that embarrassed any of us, although I must admit that the longer I went without sexual fulfillment the more I noticed how attractive both my son and daughter were. And standing there in tight jeans and t-shirt, towering over me in the tub, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.

That was taking it too far, but it did look like it was growing. I smiled at the thought.

"I ordered Mexican from the Taqueria. Should be here in half an hour. Why don't you watch out for it?" I asked.

"Sure Mom." he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and bounded out of the room.

I lay in the hot water touching myself thinking about how big his cock must be now when it was erect.

I got out of the tub and began to dry myself. I was hornier than I thought because just the feeling of the soft towel brushing against me sent a tingling through my body. My perky tits, which normally had erect nipples, were positively statuesque by the time I finished drying myself.

I put on my robe and retired to my bed where I could touch myself in solitude while I thought about my son's cock.

What was wrong with me? That had never been a thing before. I admired his beauty. I had seen him nude, going from the pool into his room and things like that, but had never had lustful thoughts toward him.

But I certainly was now. I pictured a cock as big or bigger than my husbands poised at the entrance to my vagina as his perfect lips met mine and he thrust firmly but slowly into me, filling me up with each thrust. When he pulled out it left an emptiness that seemed to engulf my soul. I couldn't wait for him to enter me again and when he did, I pushed against him driving him deeper.

In no time, I shuddered to a climax and collapsed into my bed. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. As I closed my eyes, his visage appeared again, towering over me as I took my place in front of him on my knees with his marvelous member hanging directly in front of my mouth.

My hands began to explore my body again with even more insistence than before. My nipples were more erect than I could ever remember, and more sensitive as well. I played with them for several minutes before I felt that familiar tingling in my pussy.

My hands wandered to my nether regions and began to stroke my swollen labia. They also were so sensitive that it was nearly unbearable. But, the most noticeable thing was the sensitivity of my clitoris. As soon as I touched it, I shuddered in a violent climax.

"MOM", came my son's voice from downstairs. "Food's here. Liv too."

My daughter Olivia, 18, was the rebel of the family. She worried Greg and me. She knew she was beautiful and she flaunted it. Honestly, everyone in our family was attractive but she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And she loved highlighting her lithe frame, long legs, perky tits and mostly, her nipples. She had my nipples, but on steroids.

My nipples got extremely erect when I was excited but hers were big and hard always. She loved wearing tight little tops that accented just how big and hard they were. Super tight shorts and a tube top were her outfit of choice in the summer.

I stopped what I was doing, as hard as that may have been, and went to join my children in the dining room. They already had the plates set out and were getting the silverware out when I entered the room.

"Hi Mom" Olivia said as she sat out silverware.

"Hi Liv. How was your day?" I asked.

"I caught Mom again." Peter said.

"Mom, you really need to get laid." joked Olivia

"Who's going to lay me?"I asked with a smirk. "One of you two?"

Olivia immediately had a shocked look on her face, which quickly spread to a grin.

"You never know, Peter's been striking out with girls lately." she said, nodding to her brother.

"Liv" he said, stop. That was between us."

I sat down at the table and allowed them to finish setting it. Olivia sat a plate and silverware in front of me and Peter deposited the birria tacos in front of me. That was my favorite.

I noticed Peter looking down the opening of my bathrobe, which revealed a view of my breasts, so I wiggled back in my chair to allow it to slip[ open a little more, giving him a better view. Immediately, Olivia was behind me and grabbed the lapels, ripping it open, exposing my entire breasts.

"God Peter. Can you perv anymore?" she said, teasing her brother.

"Seems like there's a lot that just between you two. What's going on these days?" I asked as I tied my bathrobe shut again, but leaving it a little looser. I had liked my son's attention.

Neither of them spoke very much the rest of the time we sat there to eat and, as usual, Jamie's plate sat there untouched even as we finished and cleaned up our places at th3e table.

Each of the kids went their own way and I retired to my bedroom to read a bit before bed. I might wait up on Jamie, if he wasn't too late. I was very horny, after all, and he sometimes still had interest.

I hit the bed and was out almost immediately, however. I began to dream almost immediately. These were dreams I had never had before. I dreamt of my son walking in on me dressing and offering to help me. I knew I shouldn't accept, but I couldn't help myself. He helped me with my clothes, taking every opportunity to touch me erotically that he could. My whole body was tingling as I could see the size of the bulge in his shorts.

"LIV" he yelled for his sister, "I caught mom AGAIN."

Olivia was in the room immediately. She was wearing shorts and a tube top pulled very low, so that her nipples were barely covered. Peter lifted my hands above my head and Olivia began to touch my chest sensually, working her way to my nipples. She pinched my nipples sending jolts of electricity throughout my body and then she bent to begin to suck one while Peter began to suck the other.

It wasn't long before Peter's hands were finding my pussy, which was swollen and sensitive and I almost orgasmed as soon as he touched me there. Then, Olivia's thin long finger entered my ass and I was lost. I began one long, convulsive orgasm that seemed to last forever.

I woke up in a pool of sweat with an even bigger puddle of my fluids gathering at my swollen lips. There was no denying now that my labia were very swollen. My clitoris was also more swollen than I had ever seen it.

I touched it and was greeted by the same electricity from my dream. I gave it a quick rub, and barely able to stop, looked over to see my husband in bed and awake.

I immediately stopped in embarrassment as he said "You must have been having good dreams. Was I in them?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

I teased back. "No. Peter and Olivia were." I said, telling the truth but appearing I was not.

"Naughty girl." he said as he leaned over to kiss me.

His lips touched mine and instantly, I wanted him. I pulled him close and kissed him, even as he tried to pull away. "I have to go. Work day today. It's tax season and we are all working until they are finished. Why don't you fuck the kids?" he continued to tease me.

"I might." I replied, only half joking.

He got dressed and left for work without so much as a kiss. He didn't even greet the kids.

"Your Dad says hi" I said as I entered the dining room.

"Jeez, Mom. Cover up." said Peter as I looked down and noticed my bathrobe was hanging loose again. I noticed it didn't seem to be fitting as well as it had just when Olivia spoke.

"Man, Mom, your boobs are getting huge!" she exclaimed as I opened the robe to look, and she was right. My boobs had seemed to grow overnight. They must have been at least 2 cup sizes bigger and they weren't small to start with.

I opened the robe all the way briefly, flashing both of them before I walked into the kitchen to get coffee.

"I saw Mom in the tub last night and they didn't look THAT big" I heard Peter mutter to Olivia.

"Well, she is 40. Might be that middle aged thing." she said, offhandedly.

"What?" I exclaimed, unknowingly out loud. "I am not middle aged."

"Sorry Mom," Olivia said from the dining room.

I skirted past them on my way back up to my bedroom to get dressed. As I passed them, I once again opened my robe and flashed both of them.

"God Mom. HUGE." said Peter. I was glad he noticed.

I sat my coffee down and began to pick out clothes. I planned on doing some yard work so I was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt. I picked a plain t-shirt and a white bra. Black panties and a pair of tight jeans rounded out the outfit.

I pulled my robe off and my seemingly pendulous breasts dropped as they fell out. The kids were right. They had grown. I slipped the bra around me and fastened it in the front then slipped the clasp to the back to pull it up over my breasts.

I could barely get it up and when I did, the flesh of my breasts mushroomed terribly over the top. At the same time, it seemed the bra itself was looser. It was almost as if I had gained breast mass while losing body fat. I also seemed to see a more pronounced outline to my abdominal muscles.

'All the workouts are finally paying off', I thought.

I tried on a couple more bras and none fit, so I decided to go without one. I might go to the mall to buy some new lingerie later. It had been a while since I treated myself.

Even dressed as I was, jeans and a t-shirt, I was drawing looks at the mall. My tits, which were suddenly noticeably bigger, bounced hypnotically as I walked and I couldn't seem to stop it. They were huge, firm, upright and straining at the thin fabric of the shirt. But, more than that, as I had getten dressed I had felt my abdomen and there was a much more well defined musculature there with little to no body fate over it. I had sculpted abs where I had not before. My pants also seemed to fit tighter through the ass..

All in all, it seemed as if maybe I was going through some sort of middle aged body change, but whatever it was it seemed to be for the better.

In the lingerie section, I went to the size I had always worn, and was suddenly approached by a clerk who tried to help me.

"That's going to be way too small." she said. "Our sizes tend to run small so you might want to go a couple of sizes bigger than you expect." She pulled a tape measure from her pocket. "Here, if you don't mind, let's measure you."

"S..S..Sure," I stuttered, confused by the changes in my body.

She pulled out a tape measure and put it around my chest. She measured below my suddenly even more massive breasts and then measured at the fullest part and looked at me.

"That's going to be a 34H '' she said. "We don't have anything in the store that big. But we can have it here within 2 days. It just has to be shipped from the warehouse.". She paused for a second. "These are the most impressive breasts I have ever seen. They are so big and full but no sagging at all. Your nipples are perky and upright. They ride high and bounce beautifully when you walk. I'll be honest. I would never wear a bra if I were you."

"I can't go to work like this. And they were nowhere this beg yesterday. I don't know what's going on, but I am going to have to see my doctor Monday." I explained to her, exasperated.

"Well, you are beautiful" she said as her eyes gave a quick total assessment.

"Thanks" I said, embarrassed. They have grown a lot in the last day. It's weird."

"Do you mind...?" the clerk was holding her hands out as if to touch my breasts.

"NO...I mean, yes. I mind" I said, shocked at the proposition.

"I have never done that before." she said apologetically. "I am sorry. I don't know why I did that. But, they are beautiful. Do you want to order something?"

"NO thanks" I said. "This may just be temporary. We'll see what happens. I see the doctor Monday."

"You don't have anything that needs a doctor." she said. "Oh my, there I go again. I am sooo sorry."

I bade her goodbye and left with no purchases and feeling conspicuous as I couldn't help but notice a bounce in my step...a snap in my footfalls that I had never noticed before and I suddenly noticed the excitement of the feeling of my nippled rubbing against my t-shirt as they bounced.

I also loved the attention they were drawing. Men everywhere were stopping to notice, but I just strutted on by.

I walked to my car with my ass swinging much wider than normal, my feet almost stomping in the ground, my tits bouncing up and down and my nipples rubbing my shirt and the sensation was driving me crazy. The further I walked, the more turned on I became.

I made it to my car just in time to rub out a fast orgasm sitting in the driver's seat while, hopefully, nobody was watching. It was quick, and not sensuous, but almost as if I couldn't not do it. I needed the release like I had never felt before.

I quickly started up the car, again hoping nobody saw me and I headed home.

The ride home was uneventful, except for the fact that every bump in the road caused my enormous tits to bounce and kept sending jolts through my body. I was thinking about sex. With anyone. But in a weird way. I was neither aggressor or passive, neither male nor female,