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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers
by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi)
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Chapter VIII
We had been home for almost 5 weeks when it happened.
It was more or less inevitable...end school until an
hour later on Fridays, thus leaving us all by
ourselves. We went up to the bathroom, like we often
did these days, and started caressing each other's
bodies, playing tightly against each other, letting the
cool and soothing water run down our hot flesh.
John whispered something in my ear while sliding his
manhood between my naked thighs.
I lovingly fulfilled his request when getting down on
my knees in front of my son's erect penis, parting my
lips, and taking his tool inside my silky soft mouth. I
heard him give out a moan of pleasure as I knowingly
played my tongue around his tip, swirling it, tasting
every drop of pre-cum he was producing.
Together we had made lovemaking not only pleasurable,
but an art as well. Together we had discovered new
things with our bodies, revealed things to each other
about ourselves. We had learned what felt good, and how
to stick to this loving feeling, holding on to every
second of it. We had learned each other's signals. I
knew exactly what to do to make my sucking as
pleasurable as possible.
John on the other hand knew exactly how to stimulate me
to madness, keeping me on the verge with his fantastic
tongue and magic fingers. And when it came to the
penetration, he had learned how much pleasure he could
give me by changing rhythm and motions, especially
rotating his hips. I had learned how to use my vaginal
muscles anew on my new lover, clamping them tightly
around the intruder, welcoming it with lovely milking
and sucking motions.
I felt he was close, and wanting some pleasure myself,
I sat down on top the bathtub, parting my aged, but
still slender legs. John knew what I wanted and
expertly performed his pleasure giving on my slit,
playing with his wet fingers inside it while licking my
erect clitoris. The secret place he had gotten to know
so well.
Then it was time, time for the actual lovemaking. I
stayed in that position while John got down on his
knees, his member pointing straight at the entrance to
my pussy. Then he entered me, sawing inside me so
merciless but so wonderful, like he had done for more
than 4 months each day, and night. His hands massaging
my breasts, that had swelled some, already showing the
early signs of my pregnancy, his fingers occasionally
reaching down for my clitoris which he had learned how
to stimulate so expertly.
"Ohh John...don't...don't stop..."
He knew I was close and with that he started off with
an intense pounding inside my soft flesh which had
become so slippery from the water and the excitement.
When I finally came, he moved down between my legs,
sucking in my exposed and sensitive clitoris between
his lips while my climax made my whole body jerk with
wonderful spasms...
I felt the aftermath of the orgasm overflow my body
with that loving and pleasurable tiredness...but I knew
John needed me. Slowly, not disturbing the wonderful
moments, I got down on my knees again, facing Johns
erection, wet with my own love liquids and the spraying
water from the shower. Once again I took it inside my
mouth, sucking at the so sensitive and purple tip,
swirling my tongue, then milking it hard with my
sucking motions, tasting my own juices on his love
pistil.
His panting grew louder and faster as he approached his
climax. I looked him in his glassy eyes, and I knew
what he wanted. I leaned myself backwards, parting my
lips, holding his member in a tight grip inches away
from my mouth, my other hand tightly squeezing his sac.
Then the first squirt came, entering my mouth, and
another and another...his hands grabbed my head,
holding it in place, as strings of clinging sperm
formed between my lips and the tip of his penis.
I had learned that, even though it felt a little
strange doing this, John liked seeing me when taking
his semen in my mouth, seeing me play with it on my
tongue and lips, then swallowing it. He said 'it made
him cum harder', and it sure did. I had gotten
accustomed to taste his sperm several times a day and
night, and I had more or less become an addict to it.
It made me happy knowing I could please my son even
greater by putting on a little show...
After playing with his love cream for his eyes to see,
he moved my head towards his penis, my lips engulfing
it, sucking the last oozing drops of his cream,
swallowing the baby making milk, with which he had so
lovingly inseminated me more than 3 months ago.
*
NO! It couldn't be. Oh NO! My body jerked as the vision
in the doorway finally was registered in the corner of
my eye. It couldn't be!!!...
I tried to hide myself, wanting to warn John, whose
penis was still inside my cum soaked mouth. I didn't
manage to say a word, only letting him slide out of my
mouth as I turned my head to see the figure standing in
the doorway, a drop of sperm dribbling from the corner
of my mouth, landing on my naked breast. John was still
in the aftermath of the orgasm and didn't notice the
presence until I finally, whispering, managed to
pronounce the name of my son, arrows of pain striking
me...shame, guilt and fear.
"Tim...!"
Finally John noticed his brother as well, he tried to
hide his nakedness, but to no avail. What we had done
only moments earlier, was a fact. Tim was all red on
his young face, then instantly he turned around and
left the bathroom, leaving me with my hart beating like
it wanted to leave my body.
We quickly washed off and dried ourselves, not a word
exchange until we were clothed, me only having a robe
on which had gotten somewhat wet from my still water
soaked body. Then John broke the silence...
"Ma, what should we do..? I ...I...he saw us..." he was
nervous, almost shaking, looking both afraid and
expectantly at me, and I knew it was me who should deal
with it.
"I...I really don't know...I... I'll take care of it...
just...do whatever you have to...go to your room or do
anything..."
With that I rushed out, to 'take care of it', but how?
Tell my son that what he had seen wasn't true, that it
was an accident... what should I tell him...but most of
all there was the question how it was possible that he
had entered the bathroom when the door was locked? I
always took that precaution...never leaving anything to
chance...
*
"Tim?" I knocked on his door, but there was no answer,
so I entered. He was looking out his window, not paying
any attention to me.
"Tim..." I waited for him to give a signal, to tell me
he knew of my presence and wanted to talk or listen to
me, but there was no such signal, he just kept staring
out his window.
I got closer to him, putting my hand friendly on his
shoulder. I didn't know how to tell him, how to
start...but I had to say something...
"...What you...saw today, was...was never meant to be
seen by you, by anyone. I have taught both you and John
that there shouldn't be any secrets or things hidden
from the other members of the family...however...this
is one thing I never wanted you to see..."
I waited to see how he would react, but he showed no
sign of reaction...I figured since he didn't want to
talk and wanted to be stubborn, maybe I should do it
the hard way...
"...I have also taught you about privacy...now tell me,
why did you unlock that door...and don't tell me you
didn't because I know it was locked...and I have taught
you it's a bad thing not to respect privacy, and it's a
bad thing not to knock before entering someone's
room...especially the bathroom."
Finally he turned around, his eyes meeting mine, ogling
me. I had never before in my life felt such a shame and
guilt as his young and innocent eyes met mine, looking
hurt and somewhat betrayed.
"It was because I wanted to know. I wanted to see if it
was true...true that you were...that you were doing it
with John."
His face turned red, showing the blushing as he said
that.
"But I never expected it to be true..."
Now, once again I felt the devastating feelings
overflow my body, hopelessness, disgrace and pain.
"...It is...and I can't deny it...what...what you
saw...is true...but I am ashamed of it, I don't know
what to say to you...or what to do...I never wanted you
to see me this way... Ohh Tim...why did you have to
open that door...?"
I could feel the tears fill my eyes...why...why did he
have to see me...I had taken precautions...I had done
everything in my power to keep it a secret...why?
"Tell me...why?!"
"Do you really want to know? Do you? It was because I
wanted to see with my own eyes if it was true or not...
ever since the time of you birthday when we went
swimming there has been something wrong. I saw you and
John...but I was too far away swimming...and I never
thought you had really done it with him. After that,
something felt wrong. You didn't talk to me anymore,
you just kept yourself away from me, not wanting me to
be around."
I felt a burning pain as he reflected on that. I knew I
was not only guilty for the mere act I had been
discovered doing with his brother, but I was guilty for
neglecting my duties toward Tim. It was true. Sometimes
it felt like I just didn't want to have him around me
any more. I just wanted to be together with John all
the time, avoiding Tim. Now when he said those words,
it felt like I more or less had wanted Tim never to
exist. My tears started running down my cheek, as I no
longer could control the burden.
He saw the tears, but went on...
"Then, 1 week ago, I went to the bathroom at night. I
heard some strange sounds coming from your bedroom...it
was you and John's voices...moaning...these sounds came
in the morning too, and John never returned to his bed.
In fact he hasn't slept in it a single night since I
heard the sounds the first time...and your bedroom door
was always locked. Then sometimes you would lock
yourselves up in the bathroom several times a day,
sometimes the shower was on, sometimes not...now...I
don't know much about these things...but I wanted to
see if what I... suspected was true..."
His eyes met mine, looking at me questioningly and
demanding.
"Now I know it's true..."
I sat down on his bed, feeling destroyed, finished,
tears running down my cheeks uncontrollably, soaking my
face which I covered with my hands, giving up, my
sobbing the only sound in the room except the constant
buzzing of the fan.
After what seemed an eternity, I felt him beside me on
the bed. Then his arm came protectively around me.
"...I...I'm so sorry Tim...I...what will you...think of
me...from now on...you'll hate me for seeing me do
it...do it with your brother... ohh Timmy...I'm so
sorry..."...my sobbing went on as a new torrent of
tears flooded my face.
He pressed me close to him, finally I let go, I needed
a shoulder to cry on...and it was here for me...
"...I'll never hate you mom...I could never do such a
thing..."
Then I was in his arms, and he in mine. Mother and son
consoling each other.
*
I had calmed myself. We were still in Tim's bed, his
arm still around my shoulders, pressing me against him.
I still had my head on his shoulder, but when parting a
little from him, I saw the tent in his pants, he was
hard. Then I realized that my robe had parted somewhat
in the front, and in the position we had been in, he
had a full view of my naked breasts.
I moved away from him, closing the robe around me, but
his arm was still around me, pressing me close to him.
Then his other hand moved down to the front of my robe
and opened it, just like before. I was surprised by the
sudden act of his, but got even more surprised when I
felt his hand move on my naked skin, only to finally
grab my swollen breast in his hand, squeezing it gently
as he continued looking down my cleavage.
"Tim, what do you think you are doing?" with that I
grabbed his hand and pulled it up from under my robe,
trying to break free. But he held me too tight.
"No, wait..." once again his hand started it's voyage
down my cleavage, parting my robe so that my breasts
hang loose, fully exposed, only to be grabbed by his
hand.
"I love you mom...I love you so much that I could die
for you..."
Once again I took his hand away, looking him in his
eyes.
"Please don't..." I heard myself saying.
"Why...can't you see...ever since we were at the lake
and I saw you...naked...I've had these thoughts...I've
dreamt...each night, thinking of you...but I never
thought you would want me...but now...when I saw what
you and John were..."
"Tim, this doesn't change anything between us. What
happened between John and me is a separate thing. Don't
even think that what you dream of would come true. It's
bad."
"Why mom?"
His hand went back to my breast, this time I took it
away and held it in a steady grip. Suddenly I felt his
lips around my nipple, sucking at my breast, nursing me
like he had done so long ago. I let go of his hand and
tried to pull his head away, but his hands were around
my back pressing me tight to him...
"Please Tim. Don't do this...please stop..."
But he didn't, and I gave up, feeling the tears filling
my eyes. After several moments I felt his body pressing
me down in bed, and I knew what it was all about, I
knew what he wanted to do. His hands worked febrile on
my robe, finally parting it fully, then his hands went
down to his pants, working on his belt...
"No Tim! Don't do this...stop...don't do this to
yourself...don't do this to me...please Tim...stop
right now before it's too late."
He didn't listen to me. Somehow I managed to get him
off my upper body, only to find myself covered with his
body, pressed down against the bed again.
"I want you mom...I need you..."
"No Tim...don't...stop...let go of me..." my voice
trying to make him obey me...my hands pushing his
shoulders away trying to part him from me, trying to
stop the horrible act which was about to come...
"Why mom? You did it with John...why won't you do it
with me?"
I heard his angry voice close to my ear as his body
pressed down on me...
"No Tim...it's not the right thing...you're my
son...it's bad..."
"So is John...and if you've done it with him...I saw
you...I even saw you take his thing inside your mouth,
I even saw him shoot his stuff in your mouth...if he
can do it, then why can't I?"
With that, his jeans were free and he lowered them a
few inches.
Once again I tried to break free, but I didn't succeed,
it felt like all powers I had, had left me when Tim had
found me in the bathroom with John.
As his pants was pulled down, I felt his manhood spring
free as it hit my belly, the same belly which he and
John had once been inside, and in which John's and my
child now was growing. I surrendered, feeling the shame
and guilt overflow me, as the tears ran down my cheeks
to my ears, into my wet hair.
Yes, it was true what he had seen, it was true that
John was not only his brother but my son as well, but
did that justify the act Tim was trying to perform on
me. What did this make out of me? A monster?
I felt his penis tickle the entrance to my slit, then
he pushed, missing my hole, once again pushing,
failing, then with one plunge he entered me, the
depravity fulfilled, the penetration a fact. A pain
striking my body as he reached as deep as his young
erection could go, but the pain wasn't physical, it was
mental. I felt that all I had done these years for my
sons, my love, affection and all tenderness were gone.
Tim would come to hate me; he wouldn't want me to be
his mother, but a sex object. He would come to hate his
brother... all the love that had been between us would
die, just because I had had a weak moment on my 36:th
birthday...a day I would never forget.
*
I was on my back in bed, Tim's limp body covering mine,
his warmth spreading to me, his panting mouth close to
my ear. It was done; we had reached the point of no
return. I had let my own son, so fragile and innocent
take me, do me like he had dreamed. I had read boys
fantasized about making love with their mothers, I knew
that John and I had fallen for the temptation. But
there was no intention of mine that I would let little
Timmy do it...but now it was a fact, as clear as the
virginal and incestuous sperm I had in my belly. My
son's forbidden seed. The seed, which was supposed to
be available for any woman, except me. But now it was
inside me, its way blocked by his semi-erect penis,
which he still had plugged inside my flesh. He would
remember me forever, as the first woman he had been
inside...his very own mother...something he could never
tell a sole...
"I love you mom, I love you so much..."
"No Tim, don't say that...don't say that..." I
whispered in his ear...
*
He emptied himself once more after that, this time it
wasn't as febrile as the first time. He was ready in
moments after his first time, just like John was, like
any young boy. But there was no pleasure for me to
gain, I could have let myself go, float along, to share
the wonderful moments he was having, but I didn't want
to, I couldn't allow myself to do that...
I was caressing his beautiful hair as he still lay on
top of me, his member still inside my sperm soaked
cave. I could hear his calm breathing in my ear as he
dozed off in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Was this it? The end of our past? Would he ever love me
the way he did before? Would he think of me as his
mother, or would he treat me like a nobody...one thing
scared me. He didn't love me the way John did, he had
seen me with his brother and wanted the same as well.
He didn't se me as a lover, a true lover, but a...a bad
woman...a whore...
It was the first time Tim hadn't listened to what I
told him. I had asked him, begged him not to do it, but
his urge was too great. It was the first time I had
been taken against my will. No, this wasn't a rape, one
shouldn't think of it that way. It had been different
with John the first time. I had wanted him, needed a
man, and he was the only one who loved me so much. I
guess it could never have been Tim. He loved me as much
as John, but I didn't see the man in him that I saw in
John, the man I needed so bad.
I saw a child, innocent and afraid, naive and too
sensitive. He had been obsessed by me when we had taken
that stupid bath in the lake. Now when he found out
about my relationship with John, he wanted it too. He
wanted me as well. What scared me was that he didn't
even listen to me, he crossed my will. On the other
hand I knew that what he had done, would never had
happened if he hadn't found me with John in that
dreadful moment. When seeing what John was doing he
wanted it as well, he was after all young and
inexperienced...he thought that if John could do it,
then it was allowed for him too...
I knew, that if I would have been able to stop the
process, then he would have hated me forever and he
would hate his brother...I don't know how he would
react now... after he had gotten his will thru...
But what did it matter any more...what was right or
wrong... it was done, and there was no return... no way
to change history...
On the other hand I didn't want to become something my
two sons could use whenever they wanted. I still had my
pride, I didn't want to be a hole in which they would
put their penises and relieve themselves inside...I
didn't want to be...a whore...even though it felt like
I was one at this very moment...
*
Tim had moved so he was beside me, his limp penis
hanging on my naked thigh, still coated with our
mingled juices. He was sleeping by my side, embracing
me, his breathing sounding calm and satisfied...the
warmth tickling my nipple.
Gently, not disturbing his sleep, I got up from the
bed, wrapping the robe around me. I was exhausted. When
walking to my bedroom, I could feel some of the semen
Tim had deposited inside me trickle down my leg as it
gushed out of my vagina from the friction and pressure
from the sudden movements. Again I was reminded of what
had happened only moments ago.
*
I finally found John in the old barn. He was taking
care of Blackie his horse...
"John."
He turned around instantly then ran up to meet me,
embracing me, seeking some sort of comfort.
"Oh mom...what do you think will happen...do you think
he will tell?"
I parted myself from him, looking him in the eyes...
"No, he won't...even though I wish he would..."
"How can you say something like that...what about us?
What about our child?"
"Ohh John...I don't know...I don't know if you want me
anymore...or the child...I'm so confused..."
"What do you mean mom?"
Finally I couldn't hold it any longer, my tears
flooding my cheeks as I let my head fall, looking
straight into the ground.
"John..Oh John...the reason...why he wont tell...is
because he's a part of it now..."
"How?", I could feel the sound of fear in his voice,
like he knew what would come next and what I was about
to say...
"He did me...I had to let him do it...otherwise, I
don't know what he would do...I was afraid John..."
"WHAT?!, you did what?"
"I couldn't help it John...please believe me when I say
I didn't want it to happen...but Tim wouldn't listen to
me...he wouldn't tell anybody...he just wanted one
thing, me..."
"How could you ma?! How could you do it?"
"Please John...try to..."
"...understand?", he interrupted, "Understand what? I
loved you mom! How could you do this to me...I thought
you loved me. All the talk about me being your man,
about being lovers...hell, you're even pregnant with me
and you...you...fuck Tim right in front of my nose..."
I could see the tears forming in my son's eyes...it
wasn't until now I realized the extent of the damage I
had done...I wanted to hug him to comfort him, but my
effort was rewarded with a push.
"I'll kill him!" he said...starting for the house, but
I jumped in his way.
"No John...stop right now...it wasn't Tim's fault...I
let it happen...it was my fault..."
"You're just saying that to protect the asshole!"
"No John...No, please listen to me...he was jealous of
you... he has known for a long time what we were
doing..."
"But how could you let him do it?", John almost yelled
at me...
"Please...listen to me John...try to understand...if I
wouldn't have let him...then I don't know what
craziness he would have done...what he would have
said...it could have ended really bad..."
His tears flooded his face as he let go...
"Mom...I thought you loved me...you promised me I could
be your man...I thought that meant that you would be
the only one with me like I would be with
you...ever..."
Finally he hugged me close to him...his body shivering
as he let his anger and disappointment show...
"...Mom..."
"...Yes John..."
"At least, promise me you'll never do it with him
again... ever...promise me that..."
"...I can't John...you know he will come for
more...just like you...he's not different from you..."
"But I don't want him to...to put it inside
you...again...I could never make love with you
again..."
"I can't make that promise John...I can't...he won't
listen to me...just like you didn't listen to me the
first times...he will want more of it...and if I stop
him, I don't know what he might do..."
"But mom! You're mine! Only mine!"
"Yes John...you're the only one in my hart...but when
it comes to the other part...I will always be there for
you...but at worst..."
"No! I don't want him to do it...it's disgusting..."
"What's disgusting John...please be reasonable...I'm
only trying to protect us...what when he finds out
about our child...don't you think he'll put 2 and 2
together... what do you think will happen then...It
will never be like with you... but you have to
understand that he might want me to do these sorts of
things with him...but never forget...I love you more
than ever...and I will always be there for
you...anytime..."
"No...never...I don't want to share you with anybody!"
"I'm sorry John...I don't know what we could do
otherwise... it's the only way..."
I never expected the discussion to take such a
turn...never did I think that my eldest son would slap
me in the face and call me a "fucking whore"... never
ever...
Continued in part 9...
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