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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers
by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi)
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Chapter II
It was my birthday, I was turning 36, the boys and I
had decided to take a ride out to the lake for a pick-
nick, sort of. We had a great time, laughing, making
jokes, eating and drinking. The wine bottle I had
brought was finished pretty soon, of course I didn't
want my sons to drink alcohol, but inviting them to
drink a glass with me couldn't be bad. I was feeling
very joyful, maybe it was the wine that did it...
"Let's take a swim!", I heard myself exclaim.
"Yeah, why not?", Tim responded.
"But, we don't have any swimming suits with us" said
John.
That was true, but what did it matter, besides I didn't
feel like I wanted to wear a swimsuit. I felt like I
wanted to do something out of the ordinary. I hadn't
gone skinny dipping, since my husband was killed. After
all this day was special, at least to me, and I wanted
to amuse myself...
"What difference does it make" I asked, "there's only
us here, and I've seen you naked before! Let's go
skinny dipping!"
That was also true, but I hadn't seen my boys naked for
years. Even though we were an open family, I was raised
to respect the privacy of someone, but what difference
would it make now.
This day however, I'm sure it must have been the wine
that got to my head and the warmth, but as I started
peeling of my clothes, one by one, I started to feel
...excited...
Michael, my husband, was a city boy, raised in Houston,
before he had moved out to work in Texas. For me, he
was the first man I had ever been with, even after his
death. However, Michael wasn't a beginner at making
love, he showed me a lot of things, letting me explore
my own as well as his body. Teaching me the
differences, showing me the secret of the love-act,
things I had only heard about or dreamt in my wildest
dreams... He introduced me to a completely new
dimension.
Of course, coming from the country, I was pretty naive,
and, you could say, prude and strictly raised, knowing
that sex was taboo, and somewhat a sin. But Michael
changed this within me, I learned that all the lectures
my mother had had with me about sex, sin and duty, was
falling apart. My first orgasm, that was actually the
second time we made love, changed all my ideas and
theories about sex, it became something pleasurable, a
game, in which you couldn't loose, you would feel good
with any outcome. And he taught me that as long as
everything felt good, there was no bad in it.
Michael also taught me what stimulated men, but he also
taught me what could stimulate women... This was one
thing I got very aroused from, at first undressing in
front of Michael with lit lamps, scared me. I was
ashamed of myself. But he showed me that it was
something that really turned him on, and that started
to turn me on to, knowing that just by displaying my
body to him when undressing, could make him go crazy...
so crazy that we would keep the bed rocking the whole
night, then keeping it warm till noon the next day,
when we would get up only to eat and again have even
more sex...
But as I have already told you, that ended some 14
years ago, and since then I have been all alone in
bed...Loosing all my trust in ever having any man
again, and my rule was to first get a steady
relationship, then sex. I had become sure that I would
be alone for the rest of my life in bed, but how wrong
I was...
The act of undressing in front of two males, may be
they were my own sons, started to turn me on... Soon I
was having only my bra and panties on...And slowly, as
provocative as only a female can be, I peeled them off,
standing all nude on the blanket, my long, brown hair
hanging down in a pony tail, covering my left breast. I
hadn't paid any attention to it, until I was this
naked, but my two sons had started taking off their
clothes, they were staring at me with huge eyes that
looked like they would pop out off their skulls any
minute. It wasn't until now, when they slowly took
their jeans off that I saw the tent formation in their
underwear...They had hardons! And I mean reel hardons!
My hart skipped at least for beats, and I had a hard
time not looking at their crotches...Looking up I saw
them eyeing my body, and meeting their eyes, they
blushed, doing there best to hide their erected
penises. I felt a little embarrassed I hadn't awaited
this reaction...Here I was standing all nude, like I
had only in front of one man earlier. Now I was
starting to have these strange sensations a woman gets
when wanting a man... NO! I couldn't think this way!
These were my sons!
"I'll run ahead I said..." slowly, not really wanting
to, I turned around and headed for the water...I needed
to cool off, to cool off bad! To get with of my horny
feelings, feelings towards my sons!
I tried no to look, but seeing my boys coming towards
me 20 yards away, I watched them closely. I eyed them
in maybe the closest way I had ever inspected them.
Ooh, how tall and beautiful they were, John was only
15, and yet so tall, shoulders broad like his father's,
the muscles he had gotten from working on a ranch part
time were playing on his body as he moved, his body,
which already showed the masculine power it possessed.
Girls would chase him in a year or two, he was really
handsome, every wet schoolgirls dream... Puberty had
come, and already set the marks on him, he looked
gorgeous. It was strange how fast he had grown to be a
man.
I hadn't realized he was a man till now, admiring his
male flesh, watching his semi-erected penis, which had
already received the cute dark-brown bush above it.
Then we had little Tim, only 14, looking so innocent
and sweet, still a child compared to John, I couldn't
see at this distance, but I couldn't figure out whether
he had any blonde hairs covering his, his, manhood...
but... they were no children any longer... they were
men, at least if you judged by their young and
beautiful erected... ooh what was I thinking of...I
hadn't seen a man naked for 14 years, and for 14 years
I had made myself happy in bed. With my fingers,
imagining it was Michael, my husband making love to me,
however lately I no longer enjoyed it as much,
imagination didn't have any effect on me any longer.
But now I felt really horny, for the first time in
years, it must have been the wine that was playing a
game on me...
I held my breath and took a couple of strokes under the
water, feeling the coolness around me, seeking deeper
water. By the time I surfaced, John and Tim were in the
lake, swimming towards me.
"Come on you two! Or maybe you're chickening out?" I
tried to ease up the tension the odd situation had
created, and I knew Tim couldn't resist a challenge,
always wanting to win every possible contest. So he
lunged himself towards me, taking a pair of quick
strokes, then as he approached, he stopped a few feet
away from me. Then SPLASH, a rain of water drenched my
face as Tim hit the water with his palm...
"What are you doing?" I yelled at the sudden attack,
laughing...
"Let's se who's chickening out?" He yelled, giving me
several more splashes. Then there was war, Tim and I
splashing water on each other and suddenly John was in
the battle too, only he was on my side... Timmy fought
bravely, but was doomed to loose, not liking it, he
took a couple of strong strokes, and off he went...
"I'm going to take a swim...I'm heading for those
rocks, to get a sun-tan" he said, lunging himself
towards a couple of rocks some 100 yards away, along
the shore, probably setting up a new challenge.
"Be careful," I said, like any mother would...even
though I new my sons were good swimmers.
"Sooo, we won!" said John happily.
"Sure did", I took a step closer to him, feeling the
soft sand tickling my toes, the waterline at my
shoulders...
Then, SPLASH!
"Oh, you little..." I never had the chance to speak
out, another splash, now it was John who were giving me
a hard time.
I tried getting away, but he kept scooping water on me,
so I went for the kill...but I ended up bumping against
him, my big, soft breasts pressed against his naked
chest, my long legs against his muscular, but then,
there was his semi-erected penis, between my legs,
barely parting my cleavage, slightly pushing at the
entrance...twitching, tickling my clitoris, following
the rhythm of the undulating water movements... I was
melting from the treatment...and he was growing...his
penis reaching full stiffness, full erection, really
deserving to be called a manhood...
We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity,
which couldn't have been more than a few seconds. His
eyes meeting mine, hot glances exchanged, talking
through them with each other, expressing what we both
so sinfully wanted.
Then nature took over our oversexed bodies, which ached
so badly for relief. John started to hump me, even
though he hadn't entered me, he was running his penis
in the crack of my womanhood, his eyes, glassy like
mine with the hot lust, passion-burning, no more logic,
no more sense, no more moral. Pure animal lust, owned
our bodies... I WANTED him, I wanted him NOW.
Feeling his penis play in my crack, was exciting me a
lot, I was going to cum... I realized I wanted him
inside! I wanted him where I couldn't have him, where
no mother was allowed to have her son after once giving
birth to her child...I wanted him in my pussy, deep,
deep where his father once planted him. I wanted to
have sex with him, I was hot...
I moaned, looked at his closed eyes, the eyelids
fluttering as he was experiencing great pleasures from
feeling his stiff penis running between my slippery
vaginal lips, his hands were at my waist, keeping me
close to him, his lower body working in a fast rhythm
to satisfy his eager need, the need to mate, he was
beyond rational thinking, his entire body shaking
without control, seeking that ultimate lust.
He's my son! Echoed in my head, I can't do what I'm
about to do! It would be a great sin, it would be
incest! I thought, but feeling his penis bumping
against my hole, almost entering, stimulating my
erected and hypersensitive clitoris, made up my mind...
I wanted him as much as he wanted me...
I grabbed his penis with my hand; the other one went
around his buttocks. When he felt that he couldn't hump
anymore he opened his eyes dreamily...
"Ohh...please... don't make me stop mom, it feels so
good...I've never felt this good before...just let..."
"Shhhh..." I hushed him motherly, "I know my love, I
want to help you...I only want to make it even
better...for us..."
Slowly, like in a trance I directed my sons virginal
penis against my love cave, letting it part my
fluttering butterfly- like lips. I was trying hard to
find a good reason to tell him I wanted to stop, one
final effort to stop this depraved incestuous act, as a
mother and grown-up, it is my duty to see what's right
or wrong, but I was blinded. I could not see nor hear
anything but only feel his pulsing penis in my hand,
guiding it towards my welcoming hole...
When finally it was positioned, I slowly started
pressing his penis against my overheated womanhood. I
could feel the entrance muscle, starting to soften as I
applied pressure, dilating as his penis pushed forward.
There was a sudden 'Pop' and his mushroom tip sank
inside me, I gave out a loud moan of pleasure,
simultaneously I heard John gasp...
For more than 14 years, no one had been there, and for
the first time I was doing it with someone else than my
husband. For the first time I was letting my son enter
me, letting my son fulfill our pleasure strive of lust,
to tame my pussy in heat, letting happen the most
perverted thing a mother could do with her son, to have
intercourse...For the first time my beautiful son made
love to a woman, and it would be me who was going to be
his first...
I was enjoying it, I tried to convince myself that it
made no difference whether he was my son or not, and
after all, he would still fuck some woman someday, so
why not making it with someone who loves you most in
this world, someone who won't cheat on you, someone
with patience and the will of teaching the act of
lovemaking...I've always tried to give my sons what's
best for them, now I would only give him the most
beautiful pleasures a boy can receive...that couldn't
be wrong as both enjoyed it, yes I would receive
pleasures myself that I had for missed for so long, but
we would have a great time together...Part of my brain
desperately tried to convince the other, why I should
let this happen...but it was finally the feelings from
'down there' that made up my mind...
It was bigger than I had expected, I think it was even
bigger than Michael's had been. It felt wonderful
having his mushroom tip just inside my entry muscle,
enlarging my soaking wet canal, twitching. I was still
holding his penis, when he couldn't hold it back any
more. He pushed his big rod to the bottom in one
plunge, slicing through my tight, over soaked vagina
like it was melting butter. I joined him in with a loud
moan from the sudden thrust, then I felt it coming,
beginning in my toes, legs starting to go limp, my
vagina starting to contract, I was climaxing...The
scene of making love to my own son in the a lake,
seeking sexual fulfillment like never before, was
highly erotic...It was the peak...
"Mmmmpph...mphhh....I'm..coming...ahhhh...do it...do it
to me... my son... do it....fill me up...", I couldn't
talk, only give out guttural noises. In the frenzy I
grabbed my son around his buttocks and started pushing
his body tight against me. He got the idea and started
humping me. He didn't last long, my orgasm-cramping
vagina massaged his young, inexperienced and virginal,
member merciless. He was so excited he gave me short
humps and stabs with his mighty penis for only 5 or 6
times, but who cared how long he lasted, I was already
coming hard. In the dizziness I was in I heard my son
moan, pressing himself tight against my body, my
breasts flattening against his boy-hairy chest, nipples
erect, his penis filling me up to the brim.
"Ohhhh...moooom...it's going to happen...ohhh..." then,
as I was climaxing I felt a sudden twitch in his
member, then another and another. I could feel the so
familiar and for such a long time missed hot clinging
juice filling my pussy and I realized that my loving
son was shooting me full of his sperm, his incestuous
sperm...our bodies shuddering with the intensity of our
orgasmic pleasures, our genitals matching each other.
Every time John's cunt-embedded penis spew out a new
gooey load of his hot incestuous seed deep inside my
belly, my pussy would clamp tightly around his flesh,
milking merciless for it's precious honey. In the
frenzy, I found myself squeezing his buttocks hard,
then moving my hand to his small sac, starting to
squeeze it gently, feeling the two nuts inside, small
and tiny, but yet so manly, contracting as they were
pumping out potent seed. By squeezing his sac in time
with his contractions like Michael had taught me to, my
pussy milking his penis in time with every outburst of
his, I was helping his throbbing penis on its way to
relief by squeezing out the virginal spunk his fresh
testicles had produced for this heavenly act, the act
of sex. It felt like my vagina had its own life, like
its only goal was to dry-suck my beautiful son's and
lover's lovemaking penis...
*
We stayed embraced for what seemed like an eternity,
the water gently licking our overheated bodies, the
small waves making my big, womanly, soft, breasts,
bouncing against my son's chest, nipples still erect,
the excitement still showing, like a reminder of what
we had done. John's lovemaking penis was still buried
inside my now sperm-soaked pussy, however, it's present
size and glory had diminished, but not the knowledge of
the sinful, and yet so wonderful act we had done. It
was now that it really started flushing my body, after
the pleasure had subsided so much that I started to
think more rational.
I knew what incest was, I had read about it, and even
seen some debates on our new purchased T.V. I knew it
was an act of depravity, the ultimate thing a mother
could do to her son. It was bad, forbidden by church
and law. How could I let it happen? Giving in for my
personal needs, sexual needs, I had for so long kept
secret and hidden to myself? How could I let my own son
loose on my body, the way I wanted and needed a man?
Yes, maybe he had wanted it too, but after all, he was
so young and innocent he didn't know what was wrong or
right, he just followed his instincts, his sexual
instincts...Oh...how wrong I had acted...
"Ohh...what have we done..." I whispered in his ear, my
brain getting aware of the fact I still had my hand
firmly around his sac, still holding it gently. Slowly,
almost reluctantly, I let go, feeling the shame
flush...John was still holding me close to him, his
hands around my buttocks in a steady grip, however he
was more weak than I, and he didn't resist when I
slowly parted from him. It wasn't until his penis slid
out of my cum-filled vagina, that he awoke from his
dreamy state... he blushed, looking me in my eyes...
"I'm so sorry...I...It's my fault...I...I don't know
what got into me..." I heard myself stammering, tears
filling my eyes...
"Ohh...how could I let it happen..." By now I was
crying openly, ashamed of the dirty act I had just
done...one of the most deprived things a woman could
do...how could I forgive myself...how?
I felt two strong hands embracing me, John's body
pressed tight to me... "It's all right mom, it really
is...don't cry...it felt wonderful...in fact...I've
never, ever, felt this good in my entire life!"
Continued in part 3...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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