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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers
by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi)
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Chapter IV
To wake up from an erotic dream is a very beautiful
and sexy experience, it makes you feel like having
butterflies in your belly all day long. But to wake
up, only to find they are true, is something even more
erotic. That was the way I woke up.
John was at it again. His morning erection playing on
my naked thigh as he was dry humping my leg, playing
with my soft breasts. Only this time, he wasn't only
fondling with them, he was sucking my nipples like he
had done once before, when he was a baby-boy and I
used to nurse him.
I put my arm around him, caressing his dark-brown hair.
He looked up at me with his beautiful and innocent eyes
and almost smiled at me with them, then he concentrated
on sucking my breasts again. It felt so good, it
reminded me of how much I enjoyed this when he was a
child, when I could produce milk for him. He was
sucking harder and harder, like he expected something
from them, something I couldn't give him any longer...
After a minute or so of this treatment, I noticed his
erecting member had started to pump out some pre-cum on
my thigh, smearing it out, tickling my nakedness... I
knew he was not far from excitement, but I wanted to do
something special this morning than just let him make
love to me in his 'inexperienced fashion'. This morning
I would teach him something new, that could be enjoyed
very much...Something Michael had taught me and done
with me...
Slowly, not disturbing his session, I rolled on top of
him, straddling his belly, my big breasts hanging down
in his face. He tried to enter me, but I was way to up
on his belly for him to reach the place he was looking
for.
"Good morning my love, would you like me to show you
something?"
He let go of my saliva-dripping nipple. My breasts
bouncing against his innocent face, his head in my
cleavage.
"Can't we just...just do it? I really need it...I need
it bad!"
"I know you do my love, but I want to make it even
better for you...I want to show you something that
feels very good to you, I promise you'll enjoy it at
least as much as making love...and honey, it's called
making love..."
I spoke to him in a soft seducing voice, letting my big
soft breasts play on his face, my body riding his
belly, my wet womanhood leaking love-juices on his
skin, smearing him with it, like I was giving him
massage. I knew I was still a sexy woman who could turn
on most guys, so I pouted with my lips, and whispered
"I just want to please you the best way I can..."
I didn't wait for an answer...gently, not disturbing
the beautiful moment, I slid down his belly, till I
reached his magic pole, letting his penis provocatively
run in the crack of my womanhood. He started stabbing
me with his love-tool, jerking his hips upwards to meet
my vagina, but I was prepared for this. I continued
down his legs...moving as easy and gingerly as mist,
facing him, looking him in his eyes, leaning forward,
thus letting my big breasts hang loosely, dangling and
swaying in rhythm with my movements.
"Part your legs honey..."
Slowly, like in a trance he did so. I let his penis
play in the crack of my breasts, giving them a squeeze
from each side. Mashing his rod between my softness,
watching some of his crystal-clear pre-cum dribble out
of his hot-looking penis glistening, his sexy purple-
colored mushroom-head, between my pale flesh. It was
fascinating, so beautiful, so simple, naked skin to
skin. Again he started stabbing me with his manhood,
sliding his penis up in the soft, fleshy cleavage.
Again I was prepared for it and continued to strive
downwards.
I lay down on my belly, straddling his leg, letting my
wet softness play on his naked shin as I rode his
muscular but still boyish and almost hairless leg, my
clitoris springing to full attention, my breasts on
each side of his thigh.
I looked him in his beautiful eyes, smiling to him,
smiling that seductive smile I knew could drive Michael
crazy with lust. I didn't feel obliged to this, I had
never been with Michael either. It was something I
liked to do, I knew how good it felt, and I wanted to
give all possible love and pleasure to my son, thanking
him for the wonderful awakening he had given me.
I knew that the love between us, the way it had been
just a day earlier, would never come back. Our love was
not only the natural love between mother and son, but
the sophisticated love and affection as for two lovers,
the game of giving and taking. The game of giving and
receiving pleasure in the most exciting way. I knew it
was wrong to do this kind of things, but I somehow
accepted it, understanding that I liked it, my son
liked it, and as long as no one found out, we could
both enjoy this great time for as long as John wanted.
Of course, there would come a time when John would have
to go his own way, to find his life companion, his own
girl to love and care for. I would urge him to do so,
he couldn't get stuck with me for the rest of my life.
Maybe it was good for him to have an older, more
knowing woman guide him in the intricate world of
sexuality, to show him everything and to teach him the
beauties and the most pleasurable ways. Maybe this
could help him in the future. And after all, would it
that bad besides the mere act of incest if it was with
the person who loved him the most, a person who he
could rely fully on, a woman who would do anything for
him, any request, his very own mother?
Someday he would be someone else's lover, but until
then I was his and he was mine that was what mattered
at that point. What we were doing, wasn't hurting
anyone. He liked it and I liked it.
Maybe today, I would have proceeded differently, I
don't know, but I probably wouldn't, after all, knowing
of how great our relationship has been...how great it
still is...
So I proceeded with my illegal but so pleasurable
seduction of my willing son.
I lowered my head down, opened my mouth and let my
son's wet penis slide inside my hot warmth.
"Ohhh...MOM!"
I watched my son deeply in his eyes, that were as big
as onions from the sudden surprise, his body jerking as
I had entered his love-shaft inside my craving mouth,
his jaw hanging loose, mouth open.
I could smell the musky perfume from his love-tool, my
nostrils fluttering with delight and anticipation from
the so familiar and longtime missed smell. I could
taste his manly secretions from his rod, still just
keeping him inside my mouth, letting my saliva soak his
shaft, washing his member and letting it mingle with
his lovely penis extracts.
Gently I started twirling my tongue over and around his
mushroom tip, feeling the sharp edge, playing with my
tongue over his pee-hole, wandering down along his
penis, I explored each vein of his lovely member.
John had a hard time holding still, his eyes had
closed, his head was leaned backwards, his hips trying
to hump my face. I knew this was the time, his moans
got louder, his body squirming faster and more
violently...I sucked, I sucked for dear life, like it
was the only thing that would keep me alive. I was
nursing my own son's penis like he had once nursed my
breasts, awaiting the moment of truth, his milkish
semen, like he had once sucked my breasts dry for
motherly milk. His hands were suddenly around my head,
pulling my head down on his rod. I knew what he wanted.
I started moving my head up and down, like I would be
fucking him. Fuck, what an obscene word, but it was the
most appropriate word for this act.
It didn't take my son more than a few seconds before I
could feel the so familiar swell of his tip, his pre-
cum dripping out of his member. A sudden, "Ohhhhh....
ohhhhh...." then I felt a hard twitch, a jerk, and I
could sense the hot sticky seed pump inside my eagerly
sucking mouth. I wanted his first blowjob, to be the
best ever for him, something to look back to. Maybe his
girlfriend wouldn't like to do this to him when he got
one, so he would have something very memorable...
I grabbed his small sac with my hand, and with every
jerk, I squeezed gently his testicles, feeling them
work freely as they were pumping out potent spunk in my
mouth. And with every jerk of his penis, I sucked as
hard as I could, forcing his ejaculating penis pump out
all the bitter and salty taste of my lover's cream,
emptying his testicles, the fresh load of his wonderful
milk filling my belly.
At first, oral sex to me was pretty disgusting, however
Michael had shown me that it could be one of the most
pleasurable things for both women and men. After doing
it a couple of times with him, I learned to keep his
semen in my mouth, after that I stopped spitting it
out. From not really liking the strange spicy love-
cream, I learned to love the taste of it, I learned to
enjoy swallowing it, feeling the gooey hotness dribble
down my throat, tasting every drop of it. I became an
addict to it.
John was shaking with excitement as he was climaxing,
every muscle appeared on his young body, showing he was
a young man, and not a boy any longer. His manhood was
spewing out his manly juices, filling my mouth as he
was jerking uncontrollably. I tasted his sperm,
enjoying the spicy and bitter taste of caviar, his hot
cream running down my throat as I swallowed. I enjoyed
feeling his gooey load ejaculate in my mouth. It was so
hot to know I was drinking his cum, the essence of
masculinity, the essence of life, the essence of my own
son.
**
His cum had stopped oozing out, his penis was semi-
erect, still in my mouth. His body had relaxed, the
squirming had stopped. I was still holding his small
sac in my hand massaging it carefully, the other hand
around the base of his penis, in a firm grip, keeping
it hard by not letting the blood leave his love-stick.
My tongue was playing on the tip of his rod, washing it
with my saliva, cleaning it up.
He opened his eyes, our glances met. I sucked all the
excessive liquids that covered his hardening penis, and
swallowed, once more tasting his musky aroma. Then I
let it slide out of my mouth, slowly I crawled up to
his side, my hand working on his growing penis,
masturbating my son.
"Did you like that John?", I asked him, with a
whispering voice.
"Ohh, yeah mom...I..I never knew you could...could do
it that way...", he was looking at me like he still
didn't believed what I had done...
"Ohh yes John, there's a lot of ways one can receive
pleasures from, this is only one...it's called oral
sex..."
I looked him deep into his brown eyes, he was so
beautiful, I never thought I would wake up beside a man
again. I never thought I would receive and give
pleasures to someone in the night as well as in the
morning. I never thought that John would ever agree on
it, it was out of the question. Now when we both had
accepted it, I knew this would come to last. He was so
beautiful and virile, a young stud. I almost laughed at
the thought of comparing him with a young wild horse...
I bent down, my breasts falling down on his chest, and
I kissed him. Feeling his mouth pressed tight to mine,
I let my lips open, then I started to play on his lips
with my tongue, forcing it into his opening mouth.
Suddenly I felt his hard penis play on my thigh, he was
ready to go for another shot. But I wanted something
else...
"John", I whispered, "would you like to do a favor to
me?".
"uhh..yeah..mom."
I rolled off him, lying on my back, I took his hand,
parted my slender legs and guided his hand down to my
wet hole. I started massaging myself with his hand, and
soon he caught it. He started playing with his fingers
on my mound...making me part my legs even more.
"Ohhh...John...it feels so good...play with your
fingers... uuhhhmmm..." I was so hot, my liquids
pouring out of me as he was playing, still very
uncertain of himself, with my love cave.
Slowly, not wanting to disturb him, I crawled up in
bed, my head resting on the pillows...his head was at
my belly. I put my hands on his head, gently pushing
him downwards...
"Ohhh...", I heard him whisper. He was down between my
opened legs. Looking directly into my pussy, the place
he had once come from. It felt so strange to have a man
between my legs again, to have my own son look into my
most secret place, but I didn't have any second
thoughts. His hand was making miracles down there...
I accommodated myself with the pillow under my head so
I could see the entire act. Gently I started caressing
his dark-brown hair, the same color as my pubic hair,
watching his surprised gaze on my pussy. In the
amazement he had forgotten everything, so carefully,
not disturbing his view, I grabbed his hand and started
to move it on my flesh in circles...
Slowly, I parted my legs as much as I could, bending
the knees and bringing the legs up towards my belly,
finding, that it was the same position I had once had
when I had given birth to John, only now he was a big
boy, with manly desires, a stallion between his
mother's legs.
He gave out yet another "ohhh," when seeing my pussy
open up in front of his face, my inner lips protruding,
my cave appearing to be seen by his eyes for the very
first time.
"Mmmmm....John...move your hand like that...it feels so
good..."
He somehow got it, and started moving his hand with
fascination, feeling my soft womanly flesh, slick with
juices, play under his fingers.
Not disturbing his fingering, I parted my lips with my
fingers, making my hard and blood-filled clitoris
appear.
He was only inches away from my steaming pussy. He was
looking at it like in a trance, watching the entrance
to my vagina expand, thus making the hole appear.
"Would you like to put your finger inside of me John?"
"Can I...I mean..."
"Sure honey...I would love that, just be careful...so
you don't scratch me..."
I felt his inexperienced index finger probe at the
entrance, then it found it's way in, sinking into my
slippery slit like it was melting butter.
"Mmmmhhh....that feels really good...", I moaned,
feeling his finger slide in as far as it could go...
"ohhh...it's so wet mom..."
"Yes John, it is...it becomes that way when a woman
gets excited...it's designed that way to make the
pecker enter more easier into the pussy...you do know
what those things are..." I wanted to ease up the
tension by talking a little to him...
"I...I know what pecker is...but not the other...the
other word"
"Well, it's where you have your finger right now...some
call it vagina, others call it cunt...but I prefer
pussy...", I moaned when I felt his finger bend inside
my vagina. "Mmmmm...move it in and out of me and
wriggle it just like that honey...like you would with
your pecker...it makes me feel good that way...the same
way it makes you feel good."
He did as I asked him, watching in fascination as my
pussy would respond to his finger. Each time he pushed
it in me, my entrance would sink inwards almost
collapsing, and each time he withdrew his juice covered
finger, my pussy would follow his finger outwards, like
it didn't want to let go of it...
I started to massage my clitoris with my fingers while
my son was in my pussy with his. He was right, I was so
wet between my legs, the sex-act so far had made me all
excited, making my juices flow from my cave, some
dribbling out, smearing my slender thighs.
"Mmmmmm...uhmmmm, yes....it feels so good John...rub
this little bud here with your thumb while you play
with your finger....ahhhh....that's the
way....mmmmmm...."
John was a quick learner, fascinated by what he saw,
looking in trance at the strange process that happened
only inches away from his beautiful face.
He was doing what I loved the most when Michael was
fingering my pussy, I had learned that I enjoyed
feeling a finger or a penis inside my pussy while he
was tickling my clitoris with his other finger or
thumb. Now John was giving me the same treatment...and
I wasn't far from orgasm...
"Mmmm...that's right...put in a...ahhh...one more....
finger...", he did what I asked, and soon I felt
another finger slide into the depths of my pussy,
accompanying the other as he expanded my hole
further...
"Ahhhh...faster....faster John..."
Then it came, so fast and merciless, like a tornado,
taking my body up to heights of pleasure and relief. My
pussy clamping around his fingers, jerking and
twitching as I came in a ravaging orgasm.
**
I was caressing his hair, his fingers had ceased
playing in my sensitive hole, my pussy still giving an
occasional twitch in the aftermath of the orgasm.
"What happened mom, did I hurt you or anything?"
"No John, it felt marvelous..."
"Can I play with...it...some more?"
I smiled at him softly, played my hand on his hair,
enjoying the sense of the aftermath...
"Yes John...you can play with my...pussy...", it felt
strange to say that word to my son, even though he was
looking straight into my juice dripping hole. "...you
can play with my pussy every time you'd like to..."
"Really mom?"
He inserted one of his fingers into my sticky hole,
sawing it in and out of me, like moments earlier.
"Anytime you'd like, it will be ready waiting for
you..", I moaned feeling his little finger wriggling
inside my sensitive flesh, "play your thumb on the
little bud...that's what drives a girl crazy..."
"You mean this..?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Yes lover, it's called clitoris...that's were the
woman gets very excited when touching her..."
I looked down at my son, he looked so concentrated, so
occupied and devoted to what he was doing, transfixed
by the act...
"It's so beautiful..." I heard him whisper.
"Would you like to do something even more beautiful,
something that would give me even more pleasures
honey?"
"Uhuh..."
Gently I pushed his head towards the entrance to my
pussy. I felt a little hesitation at first, but then he
gave in. This was what I had waited for...
"Please John, lick me down there..."
I saw him look up at me, hesitantly, like not believing
what I was asking him to do, then his tentative tongue
touched my fluttering lips.
"...mmmm...yes John...that's right...play with your
tongue on that little bud...", I showed him that I
meant my clitoris, "...ahhhh...yes....".
He was a quick learner, and I didn't have to instruct
him what I wanted him to do. It came so natural for
him. I felt tears coming in my eyes from the excitement
and love for my child. The child that now so
affectionately was giving me such a pleasure, like only
one man before had ever done.
I watched in fascination as he was flickering his
tongue on my clitoris, rewarding me with loving
feelings, playing in the crack of my pussy, and then
occasionally he let it dart in and out of my steaming
cave, my juices pouring out of me...
"...uuunnhhhh...unhhh...yes...that's right...go
on...faster... faster my love...I'm
going...to...cuuuuummmmm....annnhhh..."
I felt the familiar tingling in my toes, then came the
torrent, my pussy exploding in pleasure as it was
cramping around his little tongue. My legs had locked
him up between my thighs, forcing his face tight to my
lips, my hips grinding without control against his
beautiful face, smearing my juices on his face, my
pussy almost wanting to take his entire head inside of
me. To have him inside my womb like I had once so long
ago.
My entire body was shivering as waves of lust took
control of me, merciless making it twitch and jerk with
lust and wonderful feelings...I was in heaven...
**
Slowly I awoke from the trance I had been in, finding
that John was plying with his fingers on me,
occasionally giving me a lick while he was stroking his
erected member.
"Thank you John...it felt...so good..."
He stopped masturbating and looked up at me with his
beautiful eyes.
"I never knew girls could like it that bad...I only
thought boys...I thought girls hated these kind of
things...at least... that's what I've heard...I
mean..."
I smiled at him, caressing his hair again, motherly,
like I had done so many times before.
"...as I told you my love, you have a lot to
learn...girls will like it as much as boys will. Only
they hide it...they don't want to admit it..."
"Mom."
"Yes my son, what is on your mind?"
"Could we do it...I mean...like we did it yesterday...
I really need it...could we? Please mom?"
"Sure honey...I can see you need it...I guess it's that
way when you're young...come here..."
I opened up my arms, he crawled up, his body moving
like a mist, his body pressed tight to mine, my breasts
crushing under his weight...
Momentarily he started humping me, however, his penis
was just playing on my belly. I lowered my hand,
gripped his wet penis, and showed him the entrance...
"That's it lover...push it in slowly now...ahhhhhh...."
I didn't have to wait long for him to enter me. He
buried his love stick to the hilt in me with one mighty
plunge. I was so well lubricated that it went in and
out so easily.
He came soon. He had only been humping me for half a
minute or so, then it was too much for him. The rhythm
increased as he neared his climax, then with a sighing
"Ooohhhh moooom..." he buried his member as deep as he
could, his small sac smacking against my buttocks, his
body started shivering as he exploded inside my pussy,
his hot sticky cum spurting deep inside my waiting
hole....Surge after surge of love-juices erupting as I
was squeezing his buttocks, pressing his crotch close
to mine, our genitals being one, grinding against each
other in a strive of sexual relief.
**
I didn't let his member go limp, after all I hadn't
orgasmed with him inside me yet, and I really wanted
him to make me cum one final time.
His penis was still twitching when I rolled on top of
him, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss, my drooling
tongue playing inside his wet mouth, meeting his
tongue.
I slid down his body, till I reached his semi-erect
penis. I looked up at him, he was in heaven, his eyes
squirming as I saw drools of beautiful white sperm
still dribbling out of his mushroom-like slit.
I took him inside my mouth, sucking his sensitive penis
as hard as I could, sucking out all the excessive spunk
out of his hot member which mixed with the juices from
my hole he had been inside only moments earlier. I let
the liquids play on my taste buds, enjoying the taste
of our mingled cum, then swallowing. With my hands I
was holding his little sac, squeezing it gently while
working my other hand up and down rhythmically,
masturbating him.
"Oahu...moooommm....", his hands were pressing my head
down on his penis, and I knew what he wanted. Slowly,
but still with the sucking motion, I started moving my
head up and down on his shaft, thus turning my mouth
into an artificial vagina, only that my hot mouth was
sucking him hard like a vagina could never do.
I could feel the taste of his pre-cum, and knew this
was the time. I let him go out of my mouth, watching as
a string of cum and saliva clang between his penis and
my lips. Eagerly I darted my tongue out and cut it,
lapping it up, letting my tongue move lightly on his
mushroom tip, tickling his purple colored penis.
I gave it a final kiss, tenderly my lips closing around
it while my tongue played on it, leaving a large amount
of juices and saliva. Then I proceeded get my relief.
I straddled him, in a riding position, my big breasts
hanging only inches from his face. Grabbing his penis
with my hand I played with it in the crack of my slit,
then finally guiding it to the entrance, positioning
it. I was so wet with the previous cum, still oozing
out of me, and his penis so wet with my spit and his
cum, that when lowering myself on his intruder, it went
in so easily that it felt like it was meant to be
inside of me forever.
Gently I started riding him in a slow rhythm, feeling
his big shaft plunge into the depth of me, every time I
lowered myself down on him.
I looked him in the eyes, saw the hot glances of an
animal in heat in my son. I lowered my upper body so
that my breasts reached his face, bumping against it,
guiding them so he could suck on my nipples.
"Please John, play with my breasts...please suck on
them... anhhhh... that's right..."
John was more than eager to fulfill my wish, the
passion was so tremendous that no one can understand
how good it felt, only true lovers. There was no right
or wrong, no legal or illegal, moral or immoral act. It
was pure lust and desire. Love and affection for my
son.
I orgasmed twice, while I was riding him, then he came
inside of me, once more filling me up with his loving
semen, the evidence of how much he loved me.
**
After our wonderful love session, and some more
playing, we got out of bed. It was still very early,
and John reluctantly tiptoed to his room after trying
to stay "a little while longer". I persuaded him, after
letting him suck on my motherly breasts once more, to
go to his room, and go to sleep, after all, it was
Monday, and that meant he would have to leave for his
summer-job and besides, I needed some sleep too.
I sprawled out on the bed, naked, the sheets clinging
to my body from the sweat and the cum, and I started
caressing my swollen and somewhat sour pussy. Sticking
a finger up inside me, I could feel his seed from the
two climaxes. I played a little with myself, tasting
the cum from my pussy, savoring the taste and
remembering the wonderful moments only minutes ago. I
thought of going to the bathroom and wash myself up,
especially my genitals, to minimize the risk of getting
pregnant, but I put the idea aside. I knew my son was
fertile, but I reasoned it would after all be too late
for that now.
Besides, I liked knowing I had my son's spunk inside
of me, even though I knew it was a hazardous game, it
kind of thrilled me, knowing I could get pregnant...
Continued in part 5...
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