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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers
by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi)
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Chapter III
My emotions were in uproar for the rest of that day.
Tim appeared pretty soon after our love-session, and we
had to drop the subject. However, my mind was in
turmoil, I was very distracted and my head was in
turmoil.
During the ride home, I could feel my still sex-aching
vagina get stimulated from the movements in the saddle.
But most of all I could feel John's virginal sperm,
(which he had deposited inside me only minutes earlier)
squishing and squelching out of my tunnel of love only
to soak my panties, making them stick and cling between
my thighs.
At home, I tried to do my chores, fixing some dinner,
washing, but my mind kept wandering away, reminding me
of the sinful but yet so pleasurable act earlier. I
needed to be alone for a while, to think my situation
over. I couldn't even look my own son in his eyes any
longer, avoiding eye-contact, feeling shame and guilt
flushing my body every time my eyes met his, every time
I had to talk to him.
I wanted to talk with John about what had happened, but
I couldn't. I had wanted to clear some things out,
maybe to tell him I was sorry, that we should forget
all about it, on the other hand I wasn't able to
conduct such a discussion in the state of discomposure
I was in...I was really happy when Tim was around, it
felt much easier...
**
That night John came to me. I somehow knew it would
happen again, and yes, I was hoping for him to come. I
knew what the sex-urge was, how hard it was resisting
it, how easy it was to give in. If I needed it so bad,
then how much more did my son need it? I knew from
experience what the sex-drive meant for a youngster...
I knew that by letting him take a bite from the
forbidden apple, he would want it all, and he would
come after more. I knew I wasn't strong enough to stop
him, I wanted it as bad as him, missing it for so
long... That night when my son came into my room, I
knew our lives would change. Nothing would be the
same...ever.
I was lying awake, thinking of the day, remembering the
wonderful few moments I had had on my birthday, the
moments of pure love my son had given to me, the loving
moments, so dangerous and immoral, but so pleasurable
and heavenly. However they were blurry. Blurry with the
feeling of guilt and sin. Then I couldn't remember
everything straight. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it
was the pure excitement...
I was fingering myself for the second time since I had
gone to bed when I heard my bedroom door open.
"Mom, are you awake?" hearing John's whispering voice
really startled me, I was hoping with all my hart that
he would come to me, knowing how sinful it would be...I
had awaited him, like a woman awaits her secret lover
at night...
"Yes, John, I'm awake..."
I could see the shadow of his body in the pale
moonshine shooting through our window. He sat down on
my bed, facing me.
"Mom, are you still mad at me?"
"Oh..no John, how could I be mad at you? Why do you
think that?"
"Well...after you know...what happened at the lake, you
haven't talked to me...or... anything...you don't even
look at me..."
"Come here John.", I sat up in bed, and hugged him
motherly, as I had done for so many times, only this
time I felt other strange feelings overwhelm my body
than just motherly love. Oh how I wanted my son, the
man that I had given birth to, the man I had nursed,
the man I had washed and taken care of. The same man
was now driving me crazy with animal lust, feelings I
couldn't show to my son. I wanted him, but at the same
time I knew how wrong it would be...
I hugged him closely to me, rocking our bodies, feeling
the warmth from his chest spread to my breasts through
my thin nightgown and my son's pajamas, my nipples
getting erect.
"No, my son, it's not that I'm mad at you, it's just
that...what happened at the lake today shouldn't have
happened. It was bad of me to let things get out of
hand. Maybe it was the wine, I don't know really...
You're big enough to know about what happened today, to
understand that a mother isn't supposed to do such a
thing to her child...it's bad. They call it incest,
something forbidden by law."
"But mom, you didn't do anything to me, it was
something that just happened...I wanted it to happen
to, it's really my fault, and I'm sorry you're mad at
me..."
"No John, at that moment I wanted it to happen, but
it's a bad thing to want that. But you see...it's been
an awful long time since I've been with...someone...a
woman needs a man, exactly like a man needs a woman...I
guess I got too crazy to think... I'm not trying to
excuse myself...I know I can't...but I just want
to...to explain..." My conscience was loosing its grip.
Without thinking, my hand started caressing John's
back, occasionally gripping his buttocks, my body
pressed tightly to his..."Oh John, forgive me, please
do...I wanted you so...I wanted to feel a man, even
though you're my son."
I was pressing myself even tighter, my body squirming,
my mouth kissing his eyes, his beautiful and innocent
eyes..."I'm sorry for what happened, but I needed you
so bad, I understand if you...I..if you wont forgive
me...I needed you!"
Feeling his body so close to mine, his warmth, his
breath and most of all, his building erection, made me
loose my mind. I was so horny I couldn't think
straight. I was like a youngster once having had sex. I
could go on forever... "I'm sorry John, I'm so
sorry...we shouldn't...be...doing..." I found my hand
patting his erection gently thru the pajama pants,
feeling it grow to the wonderful size I had once felt
inside of me. My mouth kept talking what my brain told
it, however, it didn't mean anything, for me in that
excitement, it was only empty words, meaning absolutely
nothing, it was pure nonsense...
Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands,
covering my big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the
thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His
mouth meeting mine, lips sealing around each other, my
tongue probing the entrance to his mouth, finally
finding its way, meeting his tongue, playing in his
mouth in a hot and passionate but so forbidden kiss.
Not the motherly kiss on the cheek, but the kiss of two
lovers, hot, excited and lust filled, ready to make
up...
One moment we were fondling each other's bodies. My
hand reaching down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff
penis thru the pajamas pants, simultaneously, John's
hands squeezing my breasts, his hands working
franticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like
all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.
The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The
moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes
burning with heat, moans, panting and hot touches
exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our
clothes on. Our mouths met, his hands still fondling
with my breasts...then I felt his member jerk faster,
his body getting stiff, climaxing. The pajama and my
nightgown getting wet, his sperm soaking the material,
letting my slit feel the dampness of his cum. He hadn't
even entered me, not even touched my skin, his penis
was still in his pajama pants. It was so hot, so
erotic. So fast, but it didn't end with this...oh
no...this was only the beginning...
I was caressing his hair, kissing his face tenderly,
keeping him close to me, feeling the hot wetness
spreading between our genitals as he was
climaxing...loving him.
After a minute or so, he regained his senses, only to
find that my hand had reached into his sperm-soaked
pajama pants and was stroking his limp, cum-dripping
rod. It felt so strange feeling his sperm covering my
fingers as I formed a fist, playing it along his limp
member, trying to awake his manhood. I was masturbating
my very own son, trying to make him hard for another
act of love, preparing him for me, getting his penis
stiff so he could make love to his very own mother,
like he had once done before.
I had heard from Michael that boys were often very fast
at reaching orgasm the first times...but what they
lacked in experience, they made up when it came to
stamina...I still hadn't cum, and I needed it badly.
Like Michael had once tutored me, John was ready to go
for a second round pretty fast. Again John started to
hump, this time it was my closed, semen smeared fist,
but I had other plans than masturbating my son, it
would be different from the first time...
"Wait John, let's do it the right way...take you're
clothes off..."
In a second we were naked, me on the back in the bed.
This was the moment of truth, now was the time. I had
longed, but mostly feared that I wouldn't be able to
resist this situation. I wanted to feel his naked skin
close to mine, I didn't want any silly material being
in our way. I wanted him as close to me as possible,
skin to skin, genitals to genitals. I wanted his penis
inside of me. I knew that what had happened at the lake
earlier this day, could maybe be 'accepted' as an
'accident', you might forget and forgive.
After this night the relationship between my son and I
would never be the same innocent one, like before.
Letting it happen the way I wanted it, our lives would
change, our relationship would turn into something very
serious and dangerous. People would hate me, lynch me,
others would kill me if they found out. We wouldn't be
just mother and son, from now on there would be
something so much more, we would be lovers. Incestual
lovers.
I parted my naked legs, exposing my flesh. Opening up
like a flower to my son. Again John's body covered me,
his naked skin touching mine, his chest mashing my
breasts. There were no words exchanged, only moans as I
grabbed his cum-dripping penis by the root, showing
it's way. His penis didn't have a hard time finding
home, the place where he had already been today. Nature
took over, and I let go of his rod, as his hard manhood
entered my slippery and awaiting cave of lust. It was a
fantastic feeling when his penis slid to the bottom of
my pussy. I grabbed him around his buttocks, massaging
the boyish but so manly and firm muscles. Our bodies
were squirming with excitement, obscene lovemaking
noises coming from our soaking, overheated genitals as
my son started a steady but firm humping of my pussy.
My juices were flowing, freely, making his digging
penis enter me so easily, tickling my overexcited
clitoris, building up the huge orgasm I was seeking,
The orgasm I was waiting for, the climax I had
fantasized about all evening. The entire act was so
beautiful, so passionate and romantic, so hot, that it
can't be explained in words. Every time his penis left
my lust craving pussy, it felt like I wanted to scream
to my son, to put it inside me. And every time he
pushed his penis inside me, wonderful sensations I had
missed for so long exploded inside my hot body.
The rhythm increased, his penis stabbing my fleshy,
gaping hole merciless. I was soaking wet down there,
juices pouring out of me, we were like two animals in
heat making up.
Then, one deep plunge, and he remained as deep as he
could inside of me, touching the entrance to my womb
with his mushroom tip. Then I felt his hot member
twitch and a welcoming warmth spread inside my belly.
He was in heaven, humping me frantically. Every time a
new jerk came in his young member, he pushed his penis
to the hilt, almost trying to penetrate my cervix. And
every time he did so, another warm, creamy load of his
fresh semen entered my womb. Moans of pleasure, bodies
squirming, body fluids exchanging, it was so hot and
passionate, that only true lovers can understand the
intensity, the tenderness and beautiful love with which
he was planting his young and so fresh sperm, deep,
deep inside my most secret and hidden place.
I knew this was the moment for me, soon everything
would be over, and I really needed the climax I had
been waiting for so long. I inserted a hand between our
coupling bodies, and started to massage my clitoris,
feeling his penis still twitching and jerking as it was
spilling more of its precious cream inside.
"Ohhh... John....don't stop, please, go on...I need to
cum...please go on..."
I don't know from where he got his strength, or how he
could hear my whispering voice in the aftermath of his
orgasm, but slowly he started to hump my body
again...and with the help of his semi-erect penis and
my oily fingers of his sticky seed, I was able to
climax, finally feeling that tickling feeling in my
toes, spreading upwards my legs, down to the center of
love, my penis-filled vagina.
"Ohhh...John...I'm going to cum...anhhh...don't
stop...annnhh..."
Uncontrollably, my cum-filled hole started twitching
and squeezing my son's young penis, finally I had found
the end of my strive. I was squeezing my lovers
buttocks hard, pressing him close to me, trying to
insert his softening penis even deeper inside...kissing
his mouth, washing his face with my lips...I was in
heaven... content...satisfied...relieved...
*
"Keep it inside of me...don't take it out...", I wanted
to feel his flesh in mine
We had rolled so we were on our sides, facing each
other, embracing, naked, skin touching skin, kissing,
his hands fondling with my breasts, his limp penis
still inside my cum-filled cave.
We were both dozing, feeling the aftermath take our
bodies to a dizzy, state of relief...I was again
starting to get these thoughts back, about the
incestual copulation. Only this time I more or less
accepted it, after all, both of us wanted it bad. Time
would tell how things would go, time would tell...
"Ohhh...thanks mom... It was wonderful...I really mean
that"
I hugged him even closer to me, mashing my big, soft
breasts to his chest, our crotches pressing even
tighter...kissing his eyes so lovingly, that it wasn't
hard to understand it wasn't just a kiss, a motherly
kiss, but a so much more demanding kiss, a lover's
kiss...
"You were wonderful...I should be thanking you...", I
said to him.
"Really?"
"Yes, my love"
"Mom, could we do this again, I mean, tomorrow...or
some other time?"
"You can't have enough of it, can you?", I giggled...
"We'll see about that...tomorrow...you should go back
to your room now, what if Tim doesn't find you there
tomorrow morning?"
"Can't I stay with you just for a little...please?"
"All right...but you have to be in your room tomorrow
morning, before Tim wakes up..."
Soon our whispers died, there was only fondling,
kissing and touching...then John fell asleep...
**
That night, I was up thinking a lot, I guess I needed
that. I was thinking of how everything had developed,
from just a 'skinny-dipping' to a love session in my
very own bed. Not only my bed, but the bed in which
Michael and I had made love for thousands of times. The
same bed in which my husband and I had given the first
sparks of life to John and Tim, the same place I had
given birth to my sons.
It was here, that I had made love to my oldest son, it
should have been Michael, and not John I was making
love to...but maybe this was what life was supposed to
be...my destiny. Perhaps it was my destiny to enjoy sex
with my own flesh. John was my own blood, my own meat,
and now not only my own son, but my own lover. John had
been inside me, where only his father had been. The
place where his semen had created John, the place where
John came from. John was now using the same place, he
was giving me the same wonderful treatment his father
was giving me when he was alive, he was filling me up
with his loving sperm, like his father had once done...
It didn't come to my mind until now, that I could get
pregnant with my son. After all, I was only 36, and
John was a virile man, potent of having me pregnant. I
really couldn't risk that. I would have to go to the
doctor and get a receipt of pills...I knew that from
now on John would want it all, he would want me often,
and I wouldn't be strong enough to stop him, I would
comply, my flesh needed him so bad...
I could feel him snuggle up at my breasts in his sleep,
the same breasts I had once offered him to nurse from
when he was a baby, his penis finally slid out of my
protective sheet, landing on my bare thigh. It was all
wet from our mingled love-juices, some drooling out of
my suddenly unplugged vagina, running in the crack of
my womanhood. Slick, clinging cum, my son's sperm, the
result of our lovemaking, formed a pool beside his
resting penis...
Finally I fell asleep, strange dreams flying thru my
head, dreams of John...my lover...
Continued in part 4...
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