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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 VI

"John, there's something I have to tell you..."

"...Go ahead mom."

"I'm pregnant!"

He stopped sucking my nipples and looked up at me, a 
string of his sticky saliva hanging from his mouth to 
me erected and blood-filled nipple, our glances 
meeting, a questioning expression on his face...

I had been as startled myself when I had missed my 
period several days. I had gone to the pharmacy to find 
out with a self-test. Even though that during the last 
month we had been making love like rabbits, I couldn't 
believe that I was really pregnant. Several times per 
day, and night, my lover would deposit his potent semen 
in my womb, and each time he did this, I was hoping it 
would be the heavenly moment that I would get 
inseminated. 

Little did I know that one of his tiny wriggling and 
little seed, the peek of his manhood, would catch and 
start growing inside my fertile womb, even though I was 
always full of his cream. I remember that at first I 
insisted on having my panties on when walking around in 
the house and doing the chores, but later on I 
discovered that it wouldn't be possible. The cum that 
oozed out of me would force me to wash panties every 
single day since they got all sticky and then turning 
hard as his cum dried. 

So instead, I was naked under my skirt; besides, this 
would leave me more accessible to my son whenever he 
wanted, or had recouped his power, to enter me anew, 
which was very often. It felt odd to walk around with 
his spunk drooling out of me, squishing around and 
trickling down along the insides of my thighs, wetting 
them. It seemed like it would never stop leaking, it 
was like I was so full of his precious honey that my 
pussy had turned into a well of semen. 

Any time it was about to drain, it would be refilled 
with fresh and newly produced baby-making juices, with 
such love and care, millions of seeds wriggling their 
way towards my egg and with only one goal. To make a 
baby inside of me, inside his own loving mother.

I caressed his head, pressing his head in tight between 
my soft naked breasts.

"Yes John, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with our child 
John.

You're going to be a father..."

I held his head in my hands, and looked in his eyes. "I 
thought you would be happy John."

He cleared his throat, looking a little wild at me. 
"...Well, it...I mean...I didn't really think that 
you... that you would get... pregnant... I've heard 
there are...ways... not to... I mean... that's what 
I've heard...that's what I meant."

"Ohhh John...of course there are ways...but don't you 
understand? Don't you see how much I love you? I love 
you so much that I want to have your child; I want to 
bear the fruit of our love. You know I've always wanted 
many children, but Michael didn't have the time to stay 
with me...he died so soon. I have missed a man by my 
side for so long, someone to love and care for, someone 
to enjoy pleasures as well as sorrows, someone to share 
parenthood with. Now you darling can be all this, my 
new loved husband. If not married to me, then at least 
the father of my children, head of the family. You are 
my man from now on, and I am you're woman...I love you 
John and I want to be together with you for the rest of 
my life...I care for you so much..."

There was silence...we were both thinking...I knew that 
want I wanted could never be true...he wouldn't be mine 
for always... I would grow old...soon age would show 
it's merciless effects on me. I was still young; I had 
learned this from John. I was 36, and was pretty good-
looking and John had made me feel even younger with his 
tender love and affection...

But I knew that soon I would change...in a couple of 
years I wouldn't be as attractive to him as now and 
someday he would find someone else to love...someone 
his own age...a girl to marry for real. But then we 
would both have something in common, our child to love 
and to care for...

"I thought you were prepared for this, to be with me, 
share my bed every night. To love and care for our 
child like you care for me...maybe...maybe I was 
wrong...but I wanted to show you how much...how much I 
love you...

"I love you too mom..." he hugged me close to me and I 
could feel the calming warmth from him spread to my 
body..."...but what if someone finds out...you've said 
that...what we're doing is against the law...that you 
could go to jail if someone ever found out, that they 
would take me away from you...what if they find out 
you're pregnant? Won't they send you to jail? I don't 
want that..."

"They won't John, they will never do that...no one 
except you and me has to know about our child, it will 
be our secret..."

"But won't everyone ask? I mean they know you have no 
husband. And I've seen that pregnancy can't be 
hidden..."

"They will ask...but that is not a problem..." and so I 
told him about the plans to go away for a while, to go 
on a holiday. After all, we hadn't been on a holiday 
for 3 years...and I did have some savings for a trip, 
which had never been made...

 *

I must say I felt a lot of guilt. After all, I should 
have discussed an eventual pregnancy with my son 
before. But I wanted to bear his child so much, and I 
was afraid he wouldn't want a child, so I didn't bring 
it up. Now I was afraid he would feel like I had used 
him, only to get what I wanted. He was right, there 
were ways to protect oneself from getting pregnant...a 
mother wasn't supposed to have her son as a lover, 
further on, having a child with him was even worse. It 
was playing at a high risk...

 *

For the first time in weeks, I had cooked a dissent 
supper. And for the first time, John didn't come to 
make love to me, and this scared me. I knew from 
earlier he enjoyed having sex while I was working in 
the kitchen. Every day when I was making some lunch or 
supper he would sneak up behind me, pull up my skirt, 
and make love to me from behind, my breasts swinging 
free over the sink while he squeezed them. Then he 
would either spurt inside me or let me lick his penis 
clean, or he would put it between my breasts, sliding 
it up and down in the cleavage as I was pressing the 
flesh together, and squirt either on them or inside my 
mouth.

Sometimes we would make love in a chair, me straddling 
his lap, facing him as he sucked my breasts or I would 
be on my back on the kitchen table, him standing 
between my parted legs, massaging my breasts, finally 
spurting inside me.

Half an hour later he would come again, and repeat the 
coupling, leaving me all sour and sticky with his cum. 
But so satisfied and content.

Today he did neither of these things with me.

 *

I was in bed crying. I thought I had lost him. It was 
late and for the first time, he hadn't come into my 
room to spend the night with me like he used to do.

But then I heard the door open, and the sound of his 
slippers on the floor as he got in, closing and locking 
it like he had done for so many nights...

"Mom, are you awake?"

"Mmmm..." I was relieved...maybe after all I hadn't 
lost him...

He got under the covers, embracing me for the first 
time since I told him the news, and it felt like it was 
an eternity. I pulled him close to my naked body, 
feeling his loving warmth which I had learned I 
couldn't live without. I couldn't help it. I fought, 
but to no avail. I could feel the tears flooding my 
eyes, then I let go...

"Mom! You're crying! What's wrong mommy?"

"...If you only knew John...if you only knew..." I 
caressed his soft brown hair, like I had done for so 
many times before, caring for him with all my heart, 
with my whole body...

"...Know what mom?...what? Tell me what's wrong...

I couldn't help myself, but the words came out in a 
torrent... "Oh John...I was so afraid you wouldn't want 
me anymore, that you wouldn't love me, because I'm 
pregnant... I was afraid you would hate me, for using 
you...that you would feel I didn't want you, but a 
child..."

Again the tears came, his young face shining in the 
beautiful moonlight. Oh how I loved him! Why did it 
have to be this way...so complicated to love him, just 
because he was my son. It wasn't just that, it was what 
I felt inside... I felt so strange, happy but sad... it 
was my conscience, almost killing me slowly. I knew 
what a dreadful thing this was, I had conceived a child 
with my own son, and what scared me was that I had 
wanted it...and I didn't regret it...now I had thought 
he hated me...

"No mom! That's not true! I love you so much; I would 
never do such a thing to you. Never. It doesn't matter 
whether you're pregnant or not. I would love you as 
much! Why did you ever think that I would hate you?"

"...I got afraid John..."

"Why?"

"After I told you...you...you never came to me like you 
did before...you never made love to me again..."

"But you're pregnant...I mean...I thought that if 
you're pregnant...you couldn't make love...that's what 
I've heard..."

I now understood how silly this situation was... how 
could he know...it was such a misunderstanding...it was 
ridiculous.

"Oh John...this is so silly...how could you know...of 
course I can make love to you! I want to, I love 
to...just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that you 
can't make love to me. I was afraid you didn't love me 
anymore..."

"Can I really...make love to you...even though you're 
pregnant? Could we make love when your belly gets big 
too? Wouldn't it hurt the child?"

"Yes! Of course you can...each and every day...it 
doesn't matter if my belly gets big...and the child 
won't get hurt by making love...not if you're 
careful...you can have me anytime you want to, day or 
night, if you don't find me unattractive when I get 
big, that is..."

"I will never think you are unattractive mom...you are 
the best and beautiful there is!"

"Oh darling, you're so kind to me..." I led his hand to 
my breast, which I knew he loved to play with and let 
him squeeze it like he loved to do...then I said:

"Here, let me show you just how much I love you...and 
what we can do..."

 *

That night we made love like never before. I applied 
all my skills, all my devotion. I wanted to show him 
how much I loved him, and in how many different ways I 
loved him...I took him inside my mouth, sucking him as 
hard as I ever could, then when I knew he was about to 
climax, I pressed my fingers tightly around the base of 
his wonderful member, thus prolonging his orgasm time 
after time. When I finally let him erupt inside my 
mouth, he was begging me to let him, and how he 
came...his young and virile body exploding like a 
volcano, shooting his manly juices with such powerful 
jets I had never thought was possible...

Then, I rode him; my breasts hanging loosely on his 
face, bumping against it, my nipples playing in his 
mouth as he sucked them hard, his hands either 
squeezing them or my buttocks in rhythm with our 
lovemaking. Again I repeated the procedure with my 
fingers, thus holding him back for what seemed like an 
eternity. 

I was so wet, so horny, that I came several times 
before finally matching my orgasm with his, at last 
letting him cream on my insides with his baby-making 
juices, letting jet after jet of his seed enter my 
already pregnant and life bearing womb. It was so 
beautiful, so romantic and lovingly. 

Two lovers, mother and son, giving each to the other, 
showing the utter devotion and affection to each 
other's bodies. Pleasing, and receiving pleasure as we 
again and again made love that night. Two animals in 
heat, making up, mating.

Continued in part 7...

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