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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 VII
As we had agreed, John, Tim and I went on vacation.
I knew of a very beautiful cottage close to the
wonderful beaches of the Mexican bay. It was in a
somewhat deserted town, but it was very beautiful
and romantic there. I remember the day Michael had
taken me there, when we were on our honeymoon. We
had spent most of the time making love together, in
bed, in the water, on the beach, everywhere... It
was the most wonderful time of my life...
Even though it was early month of July, I found out
it was unoccupied, so I hired it till the middle of
August, thus we would be staying here for almost a
month and a half. John and Tim were so excited. We
hadn't been outside our town for three years; at
that occasion we had gone to see Michael's parents.
However, not soon after that they moved from
Houston to New York, the distance too long for us.
We went there by bus, finally arriving at the
landlady who owned it. I was amazed. She was almost
80, and she remembered Michael and me from our
honeymoon, over 15 years back in time...
*
We had a wonderful time together. The days passed
too rapidly, but for the first time in my life
since Michael's death, I was happy. Tim had
borrowed a bicycle from the landlady, and was out
fishing or in town most of the time while John
stayed with me. We used to make love somewhere on a
deserted beach without name, between the warm
rocks, feeling the water wash our overheated bodies
as we lay lazily on top of each other. The same
deserted beach where Michael and I had once made
love. Then we would make love in the water,
reminding us of the first time we had done it back
home. We were lucky, the weather was fine,
although, somewhat too hot.
Everyday John would ask me when the result of our
breeding would show, when I would give birth to our
child. He was so cute, so wonderful, serving me
like I would be in my last week.
At night, John and I would tiptoe out of the
cottage down to the beach. There we would make love
for hours without risking getting caught by Tim.
In the morning Tim would wake us up with the so
familiar 'Hey sleepy heads...wake up!' and he
rushed to town on his bicycle doing whatever boys
do when they are together. Thus he left us, day
after day, on our own. If we weren't making love,
then we would be fondling each other. If we weren't
fondling each other we would stay close together,
naked skin touching naked skin.
*
But everything must come to an end, and so did our
vacation. It felt like we had spent 7 weeks in
paradise, and we were all very sad when leaving.
The landlady told us several times to come back
next summer, and I promised both her, my sons and
myself that we would do so. Tim had made quite a
lot of friends while going to town, and I must say
I was amazed at how many children came to wave us
good-bye when we took the bus back home.
*
Once back home, John and Tim went back to school.
At first, like all children, they didn't want to do
it. But as time passed, they got into it. I made it
clear for John, that he could make love with me
anytime he wanted, day or night, as long as he
didn't cut classes, and did good in school. If he
failed one of these conditions, our lovemaking
would stop promptly. I knew he wouldn't want that,
and the truth is, neither did I, but he did good in
school, and it appeared he took my words pretty
serious. Tim was also doing great, and whenever he
had a problem at school; his big brother would come
help him. They were very close to each other.
Me on the other hand was busy fixing the house. I
thought that going away for a month or two would
keep it nice and clean. But when I got home I found
out it was so dusty it needed a good cleaning.
I went to a doctor, for consultation, and
everything looked fine. Even though I hadn't
started growing yet, it wasn't more than 2 months
since I had gotten impregnated; I started feeling
the familiar signs... My breasts had swollen a
little and gotten somewhat heavier, my vaginal
juices had changed its consistency to a more
clinging and sticky substance, and I had gained
some weight. Soon, in less than 7 months, I would
give birth to our child.
John was very happy to know everything was fine
with me, and that the pregnancy went normal. Since
I knew that too much inbreeding wasn't good on
animals, I went to the library and read some from a
large book of medicine. A chapter included
something called 'genetic defects of the child' or
something like that. It treated several kinds of
handicaps, some due to the woman's old age when
conceiving, but it also said something about close-
related pregnancies and childbearing, which caught
my eye.
I must say I was very scared when I read that in
some cases, children where the parents were close-
related, showed some 'genetic defects' which could
be amplified by the parents unknown and unseen
defects, leading to handicaps of different levels.
There were several examples including studies made
on pregnancies between cousins, as well as father
and daughter, but it said nothing on pregnancies
between mother and son.
I was very afraid that our child would have one of
these 'defects', so I went to the doctor again,
telling him that I would like to do a complete
check-up with tests, because I was worried that I
was old. He believed me, and did all the tests
necessary, giving me the result I was fine, and so
was the child.
*
In bed, John never ceased satisfying himself with
me, as well as satisfying me. He was a great lover,
as he was a man and coming father. He had become so
manly, so responsible. He knew how to take, but
also how to give, and he gave me all his tender
love. We made each other happy every night. At
first I was afraid, but then both my desire and
John's pleas made up my mind, making me dare make
love to him when Tim was home and awake. We used to
sneak into the bathroom or into the stable and make
up, then returning like nothing had ever
happened...
One of the most wonderful things we used to do when
Tim was out with some friends, was to get undressed
and take showers together. It was during these very
educative lessons of anatomy that John learned
everything there was to learn of the woman body.
Here I would lie on my back while John was between
my fully parted legs, playing with his fingers
inside my pussy, sawing and stabbing my cave with
them like it would be his wonderful penis. He could
feel me up for hours that way if I wouldn't stop
him, playing with his tongue on my slit, directing
the hot water spray towards my exposed clitoris.
Sometimes he would just stare at it, while opening
up my vagina to his view by pulling it open with
his fingers, looking inside it, like he wanted to
get a glimpse of our growing child, deep inside my
tummy. Peeking inside the place where he had once
so lovingly planted his own very special seed,
which had united with my awaiting egg, caught, and
started growing in all it's splendor. The same
place where his own father in the same loving and
caring way had once planted him.
Then it was my turn to give him my tender touches.
With my fingers, lips and cozy warmth of my mouth I
would drive him insane. I taught my lover how to
control his climax, how to enjoy making love even
more. He had learned to hold on for a very long
time if he wanted to...and by doing this he would
give me wonderful nocturnal pleasures as we lay in
bed for hours making love...
Continued in part 8...
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