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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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