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Archive name: wicked5.txt (mF, m+F, inc, preg, cons)
Authors name: Anonymous (an204955@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers

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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers 
by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi)

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Chapter V

When I awoke, it was almost 10 o'clock, and I was 
amazed at how long I had slept. I checked John and 
Tim's rooms and saw they were gone. John worked on a 
ranch a few miles away, and Tim had a summer-job in 
town at a supermarket. I took a shower and fixed myself 
up.

I started the week by doing the regular chores, which 
included laundering, cleaning the household, making 
myself some lunch and taking care of our stable which 
consisted of 4 beautiful horses and 2 cows.

Since Tim worked at the supermarket, he did all the 
shopping, so I didn't have to bother going to town for 
groceries. Tim would take it with his motorette. When 
my boys got home I would have supper ready for them, 
and we would all eat together. Then we would play some 
cards, watch some television, and eventually we would 
go to bed, only that from now on John would share my 
bed. Every night from now on he could stay with me, to 
make love with me, to sleep with me like lovers do. I 
had a hard time all day long, thinking of John, wanting 
him every minute. I had to finger myself several times 
during the day, to relief myself.

**

It seemed like my longing was rewarded. It was about 
mid-day. I had just eaten some lunch and gone out to 
the stable getting some hay for the horses, and started 
feeding the cows when I heard the sound of hooves 
outside. At the entrance I saw John leading Blackie, 
his horse inside the barn.
 
 "Hi Mom!"

"Hello John, you're early today..."

"I guess so..."

He led the horse into his box and unsaddled him, 
getting some hay for him...then he turned to me.

Now when he was finally here with me, I didn't really 
know what to do...

"I didn't expect you this early...so I didn't make any 
food... but I'll make you something if you want to...I 
mean if you're hungry.

He had gotten to me and was standing only two-three 
feet away from me. Looking me in the eyes. I had a hard 
time enduring his glances and had to look in another 
direction.

"I'm a little hungry...but that could wait..."

"Well...maybe you'll help me fix the horses...they sure 
need some brushing...especially Blackie...you ought to 
take care of him better..."

He was still looking at me, then I felt his strong arms 
around me, pressing me tight to him, my breasts feeling 
the warmth of his sweaty shirt. His body was shivering 
like he was cold, but I knew he wasn't shivering from 
that reason. His warm cheek against mine, his young 
beard-stubble tickling me, while his warm breath was 
panting close to my naked neck.

"Ohhh mom...I love you so much...", I heard him whisper 
in my ear.

"I love you too, honey...I love you too...but this is 
so wrong...we shouldn't be doing this...I shouldn't 
feel what I feel for you, not in this way...". All day 
I had thought of John, of making love to him, of 
receiving his delighting penis, but now when I saw him, 
I had again received those feelings that this was 
wrong...it was so...

"mmm John...."

He had knelt in front of me, his face pressed against 
my crotch, grinding, like he wanted to enter me with 
his head, his hands around my thighs closing me in 
tight against him.

I leaned backwards, against the wall, parting my legs, 
closing my eyes, letting it happen again...like I would 
for so many times to come, over and over again...

John got under my skirt, his hot breath tickling my 
crotch, his steamy breath wetting my already damp 
panties. I started caressing John's head thru the 
fabric. If it wouldn't be for the strange bulge forming 
between my legs no one could guess that there was a man 
down there... It was so exciting to feel his face on my 
mound, his lips wetting the thin fabric of the panties, 
my vagina letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin 
material.

"...mmmm....it feels so good John...please...take off 
my panties...I want to feel you close to me... 
please..."

He did as I asked him. After a bit of struggle, I could 
feel the imprisoning panties slide down my calves. I 
stepped out of them and finally I was free...

John proceeded directly, his tongue snaking inside the 
cleavage of my pussy, licking up all the wonderful 
juices I was producing, occasionally letting it enter 
me.

I came very intense, my legs barely holding me up, 
almost collapsing on top of him as he darted his tongue 
in and out of my climaxing pussy. I couldn't help it, 
but for the first time in my life I screamed. I 
screamed like I had never screamed before. It was like 
a roar, from an animal in heat, a roar of ecstasy. My 
hole body shivering...then came the wonderful 
aftermath...

 *

I don't really know what happened after that, but I 
found myself on my back. My bra was unsnapped, my left 
breast hanging outside the unbuttoned shirt, John's 
mouth sucking hard at it. My skirt was up at my waist, 
my naked legs spread wide and my lover's body between 
them, his hips moving up and down on me as he was 
pounding his member in and out of my slippery cunt. 
Then I felt him plunge one final time, and he came with 
his warm seed deep inside my belly, squirting his 
loving spunk into my womb...

I don't know who, but it sounded like my voice, told 
him to go on, to 'fuck me again'. It was the first time 
I had ever said that to my son, the first time I had 
uses such a coarse language, but I was in such ecstasy, 
I didn't think, I only wanted pleasure.

I entwined my legs around him, locking him up inside of 
me, his mouth meeting mine, tongues exchanging juices. 
Then I started my vaginal massage on his shrinking 
penis. I knew I could do miracles this way...and I did. 
The cramping of my pussy around his precious member, 
working tight like a clamp around him, got him hard in 
moments and soon he was pumping my cumfilled vagina 
anew. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, 
we came together, his penis filling my already cum 
soaked vagina once again with his lovely cream, 
shooting deep inside me.

 *

We lay close to each other for a long time, playing 
with each others' bodies, feeling the warmth spread, 
our sweat mingling in the warmth while we were playing 
with our soaking and glistening genitals. We didn't 
speak, we only touched, examining our bodies. It was 
like magic in the air. It was true love and devotion. 
What can be more beautiful than a mother's love for her 
child?

"It was fantastic John, I...I've never felt this good 
in my whole life...you were wonderful to me." I hugged 
him close to me, enjoying feeling his warmth, his slick 
rod in the crack of my cum dripping vagina.

"I love you mom..."

"I love you too honey..."

 *

Together, hand in hand, we went to the house to fix 
ourselves up. I really needed it. My panties were all 
wet due to the John's and my cum leaking out of me. It 
felt strange walking around with cum soaked panties, my 
son's cum squishing between my legs, if felt nasty!

I made John some late lunch while he was taking a 
shower and then it was my turn...

 *

We were startled when we heard the sound of John's 
motorette approach. We were completely lost in each 
other. Time had passed so quickly, it often does when 
one has a great time. After eating and showering we lay 
on the sofa in the living room, John sprawled out 
naked. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. He 
asked me if I could 'make love to me with my mouth, 
like I had in the morning', and I was more than happy 
to oblige. His penis was all red from the daily 
adventures. After all, he had cum 5 times already today 
and I was fascinated he had the power to get it erect. 
I wished I could be young and vigorous like him again. 
But he did get hard, and once more I tasted his sperm, 
if not as much cream as earlier, I enjoyed tasting his 
precious seed that seemed to have drained the last 
times he had ejaculated.

After I had given him as much pleasure as I could, I 
lay back on bed, my morning robe open, legs parted 
while John licked my fresh pussy, his hands fondling my 
swollen breasts.

Now, when we heard the motorette, the romantic trance 
broke, he looked questioningly at me, I looked at him, 
seeing his face glistening with my juices.

"Tim is coming!". With that both of us got up, there 
was an instance of panic. "I'm going upstairs to get 
dressed" I said, John had already started to put his 
clothes on.

 *

It felt odd to have Tim around. In some ways it was 
good, I could do some thinking, to try and accept that 
I was having a relationship with my son, and not only 
mother/son, but sexual as well as a relationship based 
on two lovers feelings towards each other. I also 
needed some time to calm down. My pussy was hurting a 
little, all swollen and red. On the other hand I got so 
nervous and impatient to have Tim around. Most of all I 
would have wanted to be alone with John, to have him 
for myself.

I was afraid of looking at John, fearing that our 
sinful relationship could somehow be understood.

 *

When I was doing the dishes from supper, John came into 
the kitchen and hugged me tight from behind. I could 
feel his erect penis thru his pants, pressing tight 
against my buttocks. His hands were around my breasts, 
squeezing them hard, his breath tickling my neck and 
ear while he started humping my buttocks with his 
imprisoned member...

"Wait John, not here...not now...Tim could come in by 
mistake... do you understand?"

"Can't we go to your room and...make love?" he asked 
with a whispering voice...

"We can't do it now and here, we'll have to wait...but 
I'd love to be with you tonight, if you'd want that I 
mean. You could come to my room after Tim is 
asleep...remember to lock our door...".

 *

That night he came to me, and we made passionate love 
for hours, feeling each other up, tasting each other. 
And from now on he came to me every night. John didn't 
go to his summer-job anymore, he said he wanted to be 
with me and to make love to me all the time. At first I 
protested, not wanting him to get obsessed by me, but I 
needed him as bad as he needed me.

Not only did my love for him increase, but so did his 
technique when it came to sex. He learned to hold on to 
the wonderful feeling before orgasm, to prolong the 
time before climaxing, thus giving me even more 
pleasure. He became a great lover.

First thing in the morning when we awoke was that he 
gave me one or two fresh loads of his semen inside me, 
and such was the last thing before going to sleep in 
each other's arms. During the day we would make love 
like animals, anywhere, everywhere and in anyway 
possible. He learned there were several positions, 
however he liked the missionary and me riding him the 
most. He was fascinated by my breasts, he could lick 
and suck them for hours, that until he learned about 
breast sex...

I knew what the result of our lovemaking would be, I 
was afraid, afraid that people would find out, that 
John would get angry at me, but I wanted it so bad, I 
couldn't stop it from happening...it was my destiny...

Continued in part 6...

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