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

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Chapter IX

Since that dreadful day everything changed...maybe it 
was so that I was a whore...I don't know...since that 
day, John stopped coming to me...he was almost never 
home...always busy doing something else...he didn't 
even talk to me. I tried to, but he didn't answer more 
than yes or no, sometimes just a grunt...

Tim, well he was the new boss in the house. He did 
everything to help me out in the kitchen, even cleaning 
the house...just to get one thing...my body.

Even though it felt like he was more or less using me 
for pleasure, I knew that he loved me enormously...and 
I knew that what he was doing when he tried to help me 
out was to show his appreciation...his love...but it 
was difficult to accept it in the strange form he 
wanted it in.

I can't say I didn't really enjoy it...I was...even 
though I am ashamed of it. At first I didn't... 
everything was mechanical...only to make the act as 
quick as possible... giving him what he wanted, letting 
him use my hole for relief, feeling cheap and dirty 
afterwards, hating myself. But after a couple of days I 
found it more and more pleasing, and when he started 
experimenting with my body with his hands, I had my 
first orgasm. I was very ashamed of myself...but I 
figured it didn't really matter any longer if I held 
back. John didn't make any allusions to wanting me 
anymore. It all started the first night...

I was alone in bed, thinking of what would happen in 
the future with us, a shattered family. John didn't 
come this night, the first one since we had started 
making love. I knew he wouldn't...what I didn't expect 
was to hear Tim's voice at the door.

"Mom, are you awake?"

I hoped he would go away if I wouldn't answer him, but 
he didn't...

Soon I felt the so familiar movement in the bed when 
John used to come to me at night, only this time it was 
Tim.

I could feel his trembling little hand land on my 
breast heavily. For the first time in what seemed like 
ages I was wearing a negligee, but it didn't stop him. 
In a moment his hand crept under it, gently squeezing 
my breast. Later I found out that Tim was as fixed to 
my breasts as John.

Everything I had thought of, telling him how wrong it 
would be to continue didn't have effect...it felt like 
he owned me and my soul, like he hypnotized me...I was 
lost...

It wasn't long till I could feel his hands pull up my 
negligee, then his hard pre-cum leaking penis vibrating 
in my crack with excitement. He was so feverish as I 
felt him seek my hole, his member bumping around 
between my legs and in the slit. Then he entered me.

Like with John the first times, he was very fast for 
reaching climax. It didn't take him more than a few 
strokes. Once again he emptied himself inside me, only 
this time it wasn't virginal juices any longer...even 
though it wasn't John's, it was from my own son. And 
once again like with John, he was ready to go again in 
minutes.

After that I sent him to his room. Reluctantly he left, 
I told him I needed to be alone. I didn't expect him to 
listen to me, but he did...maybe it was because he had 
gotten what he had come for.

I lay on my back in bed, legs and arms sprawled wide as 
he had left me when going to his room, the cream he had 
deposited oozing out of my cum-soaked and used vagina, 
running in the crack of my buttocks till it met the 
sweaty and sticky sheets.

I didn't feel like a whore. No, a whore would at least 
get some money for the time and usage of her body...I 
felt like a hole, something anybody could use whenever 
they wanted a fuck! My own body and myself disgusted 
me.

 *

The weekend felt like it would never end. I was afraid 
John would turn to doing stupidities. All day long he 
was gone, sometimes coming home very late. I tried to 
ask him where he had been, but he just grunted 'what do 
you care about me'. I tried to show him how much I 
loved him, but he was as cold as ice towards me.

The days and nights I belonged to Tim. He never let me 
out of his sight, and he never kept feeling me up and 
actually making it with me several times a day.

As I've already confessed, I enjoyed it during the next 
2 weeks immensely. Well, maybe enjoying it would be the 
wrong word...I got to love it...to silently await the 
moment when Tim would get hard again to do me...I 
couldn't tell him, like I had told John when I needed 
it... which was after all, most of the time...so I 
quietly awaited his lovemaking sessions with me, 
playing the role of doing it reluctantly...which I 
couldn't play for a long time...

John had made a sex-aholic out of me, an addict to 
sex...now, when he refused to even talking to me, I 
gave myself completely to Tim, not caring anymore what 
was wrong or right...it was the strive for pleasure 
that counted, nothing else.

Once again I started my training and teaching, showing 
my new lover the wonders of lovemaking. I did 
everything with him that I had done with John, tasting 
his juices, as well as letting him taste mine...and my 
was he eager and a quick learner, he became quit good 
too, at licking me...

But a part of me was always thinking of John...and the 
growing child inside me, which we had produced...

 *

It wasn't till about 2 weeks later that John couldn't 
hold any longer. I don't know if he just needed some 
time thinking, most of the things had happened very 
fast, or if it was just his sex urge that got too 
strong...nowadays I don't care...

It was Friday evening, John had taken Blackie out for a 
ride when he got home from school...and as usual I was 
in bed with Tim as soon as he passed the door.

Tim had acted like a sex maniac. As soon as he had 
entered the house he had attacked my breasts, sucking 
them hard, squeezing the soft flesh merciless. Then he 
lapped at my slit for over 10 minutes giving me 3 
wonderful orgasms, him drinking my juices.

Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my bedroom, 
guiding my overheated body, which was like a drugged 
thing from the suddenness of it all.

Seconds later we were in bed, his little member 
wriggling inside my maternal vagina like a worm. And 
what a worm! He spewed his hot sticky liquids inside my 
womb with a serene expression on his face, while I was 
urging him to press it even deeper inside. Then with a 
"make me hard, mommy" I started using my vaginal 
muscles on his shrinking penis, milking it with my most 
feminine muscles, squeezing it to life as it was filled 
once more with blood, rising and invading my depths 
once more as it had been doing for the last 2 weeks.

Tim was like John before he got more experienced. The 
first time was very quick, I didn't get too much 
pleasure out of it, but after the initial orgasm, Tim 
could hold on longer to his pumping, thus giving me 
wonderful climaxes every time, and this time wasn't any 
different.

After my womb had been sprayed and filled with a second 
load of his love honey, he climbed on top of me, 
panting in my ear, his body relaxed, his chest mashing 
my breasts, but I didn't care of him not supporting his 
weight, my hands caring more for the firm buttocks 
which I adored, feeling the tightness and the muscles, 
rotating his hips by holding on to his buttocks, 
feeling his soft member play inside my pussy.

"Ohh mom...that felt...sooo good...I love you so 
much..."

"Mmmmm...it was honey...and I love you too..."

"...but I love you even more...I love you so much that 
I want to be with you forever, I want to kiss you, feel 
you up and do what we just did...forever..."

I giggled...

"Ohh Tim, you're so sweet, so young and beautiful...
what you're saying is so lovely and beautiful, but 
you'll have to find a girl of your own, a girl your
own age...the girl of your life, to marry and to 
have kids with...I cannot be that girl, I am no 
girl, I am an old woman...

"No mommy, you're not old! And I don't want anyone 
else, I want you, I want to marry you..."

I hugged him close to me, feeling his body snuggling 
close to mine...

"Oh Timmy...your tongue is as sweet as honey...but it's 
not only the words, it's what it can do between my legs 
too that make it so wonderful."

We lay like that for a couple of moments, just 
breathing, then I heard his voice whisper in my ear, he 
only whispered when he wanted something special, and 
every time it was the same pleasure he wanted me to 
give...

He rolled off me, lying on his back and I got down 
between his legs, kneeling, feeling a steady flow of 
sperm and my own juices flow from my overfilled vagina. 
I grabbed his semi-erect penis at the root, squeezing 
hard to make it erect. My other hand worked with his 
little sac, feeling and playing with the wonderful 
testicles which were producing the heavenly love cream, 
the milky and bitter-tasting honey he had pumped inside 
my tunnel only moments ago, the same kind of baby-
making cream with which John had inseminated me.

I lowered my head and took his manhood in my mouth, 
tasting the bitter, but spicy spunk, which coated his 
member. It was so sticky with our mingled love liquids, 
but tasty, it was a taste I had learned to adore, 
making my saliva flow. I made slurping sounds as I 
either let him slide in and out of my mouth, which I 
used as an artificial vagina, or I sucked as hard as I 
could, feeling his reviving hardness.

It was when I looked up that I saw John's figure in the 
shadow of the room.

I let Tim's penis slide out of my mouth, watching John, 
a large amount of the excessive saliva and his whitish 
cream running down his shaft. 

"Hi mom..."

Tim's head span around as he heard John's voice, his 
hands trying to hide his erection.

My first intention when seeing the figure was to hide 
my nakedness too, but I realized how silly that would 
be, silly because John knew all about what I was doing, 
both with Tim and sexually. He had done the same things 
with my body, so there was no reason to hide oneself.

But what really caught my eye, was what he was doing. 
First I didn't notice it, but then I realized he was 
stroking his fully erected penis. And he was as stark 
naked as little Tim and I.

He slowed down and stopped as he realized that I had 
seen him.

"Hello John...have you...have you been out riding?". It 
was such a stupid question, but I really didn't know 
what to say to my son. I didn't expect this to 
happen...

"Mmmm...I mean yeah...I...I took Blackie out for a 
ride...I guess he needed to get some moving in his 
legs...and I guess I needed some thinking 
myself...so...I...I rode down to the lake..."

He made a short pause, expecting me to say something, 
but I didn't know what...I just nodded.

Tim was listening, not moving an inch, his penis limp, 
still in my hand...

"...I...I've been thinking of what you've said...you 
know... and...I'm sorry...I really am...I'm so sorry I 
have been like this...I mean...the last days..."

"It's okay John...I think I would have acted the 
same..."

"...you know...I'm sorry that I called you these bad 
things... I really am...please forgive me mom..."

"Ohh John...don't be sorry...it's okay, it really 
is..."

"I've missed you mom...", I could hear the sadness in 
his voice as his head hung down.

"I've missed you too John...ohhh...come here..."

He came to the bed, the sunset outside playing on his 
muscles as he embraced me. I never thought that I would 
feel him close to me again, ever. But when I felt with 
what intensity he was embracing me, I knew he wanted me 
as bad as I wanted him. We were meant for each other, 
we needed each other to feel secure, loved and pleased.

I shivered as I felt I rivulet of sperm drip from my 
cunt, running down the inside of my sensitive thigh, 
remembering me of little Tim. I looked at him, seeing 
his questioning expression, still he hadn't moved or 
said anything.

I could feel John's hard trembling penis pressing up 
against my belly, leaving trails of waterish pre-cum on 
my naked skin.

I knew what he needed...

"John", I whispered in his ear, "would you like me to 
make it good for you...like old times?"

"Mmmm..."

So I commenced my devilish act, the act of a depraved 
mother, the act of becoming my own two sons private 
whore. At first the thought disgusted me, but now 
nothing mattered. It wasn't till a week ago that I had 
really started fantasizing about it, now it would come 
true. At first I had been very angry with Tim for 
spoiling my love affairs with John, but now, after 
having him inside me, I knew what I wanted. I wanted 
both my children, I wanted them to be close to me, 
closer than ever. I wanted my children inside of me, I 
wanted them to mature with me, to prosper and develop 
sexually. I wanted to give myself completely to my 
children, to give them not only motherly love, but 
motherly love combined with the most wonderful love 
two, or three human beings could share. I was so happy, 
by doing this, I didn't only do my sons a favor, the 
favor of letting them relieve their so strong urges 
they possessed inside and letting them fulfill a young 
boys most devoted fantasy, making love with their very 
own mother. But what I did was receiving as much 
pleasure as my children. Now my most devious dreams 
would come true. It was a dream that I had had when 
first having sex with John, but the love that has grown  
between us made me forget all about it. But now, after 
having had intercourse so many times with both my sons, 
did it really matter if I could get one final wish 
through? The wish of being surrounded by young studs, 
to be loved and taken care of by my lovers. To be taken 
by my two lovers continuously. Whenever one tired, the 
other could finish what the first one had started. I 
had so much love to give and I needed so much love, 
that I had become an addict. I don't think any woman 
could feel more satisfied at my age, an age that could 
create conflicts. 


But the thought of my young lovers, which soon would 
follow the road, I had so secretly but hideous led them 
onto and the knowledge of the child that was growing in 
my womb each day, made me feel young again. It made me 
feel like I was a woman anew.

I knew how wrong this was, not only that people thought 
it would be wrong, but it was. One man for one woman, 
was the right thing. But that didn't seem enough for 
me...I wanted more. I wanted it all. Now, when finally 
the circle was closing, I realized that everything I 
had put in plan the last week would soon pay off, soon 
the family would be complete, and my strive for 
pleasures fulfilled. I would be fulfilled.

Slowly I pulled John down on the bed, his shaft 
sticking up like a flagpole, swaying with the blood 
pulsing. I opened my mouth and engulfed my lover's 
tool, which I had for so long missed. What I only 
moments ago had done with Tim, I was now doing with my 
other son. Tim staring at us, probably not believing 
what he saw me doing right in front of his eyes. It 
seemed like John had lost all thinking of privacy. He 
didn't care if his brother was seeing what he was doing 
either...

I sucked him hard, I sucked him gently, I did my best 
to please my son, tasting the salty pre-cum as it was 
pumped out of his penis. His hands were on the back on 
my head, pressing it down and then releasing the 
pressure, thus showing me how he wanted me to make it. 
It was so wonderful to feel he was back, that he was 
together with me.

He didn't last too long, after all, it was his first 
time with me for a very long time, and it was the first 
time for the day...

His moaning grew louder and louder, and I applied my 
hardest suction, as I felt surge after surge of his 
tasty sperm wash down my throat. Not one single drop 
was lost as I swallowed every precious little wriggling 
seed he offered me, then I cleaned him, making him hard 
again...

I got up beside him on my knees, looking at him, 
smiling, then I invited him to use my nether hole. I 
wanted him to do me from behind, I had heard Michael 
call this a 'doggie-making', and I knew why, I wanted 
to be take like the bitch I was, a bitch in heat...

He was at it instantly, his penis buried inside me to 
the hilt. There was never a question of lubrication. I 
was so wet inside with Tim's cum and my juices that the 
mixture functioned as lubrication. He started humping 
me in a steady rhythm, which I had learned to love, and 
looking down between my legs I could see his penis 
slide in and out of my slippery and messy pussy. Every 
time it was pulled out it was coated with his pre-cum, 
my juices but most of all the two loads of sperm Tim 
had injected inside my love canal only moments earlier, 
which was running down to his sac, dripping down on the 
sheet. I came hard, exciting scene, knowing I was taken 
by my other son only moments after the first had cum 
inside me, feeling my whole body becoming one with my 
vagina, trembling with excitement, traveling once again 
to nirvana...

This was the way I wanted to be taken. Fucked, that's 
right, the most dirty word of all, fucked like a bitch 
in heat. Like a dog!!

 *

When it subsided, I found John was still at it. I 
looked at Tim who was sitting at the end of the bed 
ogling us. I could see his hand working on his purple 
colored penis, fully concentrated on what we were 
doing.

I smiled at him, knowing what I would do next...

"Mmmmmm...ohhhh.....mmmmm....Tim...come here...and I'll 
help you out..."

He looked surprised at me, not really understanding...

"C'mon lover...let me do that...come to me...come to 
momma..."

He came to me, lying on his back, me taking his hard 
penis in my mouth anew, the place where John had 
spurted only moments ago.

It wasn't till now that I noticed how different my sons 
were equipped. With only one year between them, one 
would expect them to be almost in the same state of 
development. However John was very much bigger, in 
every way that is. I never tried to estimate my son's 
love tools, but now I realized that John with his 
almost 7 inch penis would outdo Tim's little 5 inch 
pecker. Today I know that one often say that it's not 
the size that's important, but any woman who is really 
hot, wants to feel herself filled up, stuffed with 
manly meat and John was more than capable of doing so 
with his thick member. On the other hand, having Tim's 
thin little member inside me, wriggling like a worm, 
together with the knowledge that he was in fact my own 
son and a really a very young boy, made it very hot.

At first I didn't want to accept the fact that it was 
my own two sons who attracted me, I was having my love 
affair with John because I loved him, like lovers ought 
to show their love to each other. But after Tim started 
having me the same way, I didn't care anymore. I knew 
that I loved my two sons very much, not only because 
they were my own children, but what we had was a 
special bond. They were fascinated of me because I was 
their mother, doing things only mothers in their 
hottest dreams would do with them. Further more, I was 
their first love, and would be so till the end of time, 
they had been virgins when first having me, making our 
love even more special. Me on the other hand was 
fascinated by the vigor of my children, their sexual 
urges which never seemed to end. Then, again, knowing 
they were my own sons, so very young who were having 
sex with me, made me feel very hot. It was so taboo 
what we did, mother and sons indulging in an incestuous 
relationship, feeling each other's bodies, sucking and 
licking and really having intercourse.

I could feel John plunge himself in and out of my cum-
soaked cunt, occasionally feeling his stabbing penis 
hit the bottom of my vaginal tunnel. It was a mixture 
of pleasure and pain as the wonderful mushroom tip 
parted my cervix, thus entering my womb, which had 
swollen and expanded to accommodate the pregnancy of 
our child that was growing inside. I moaned each time 
he did so, trying to concentrate on giving pleasure to 
Tim as well.

I swirled my tongue on Tim's little penis, sucking as 
hard as I could, feeling every little blood-swollen 
vein on his member pulsing. If it wouldn't have been 
that he had already released his sperm twice, I'm sure 
he would have climaxed long ago.

I could feel my orgasm building as I started to loose 
concentration, I was getting closer and closer, and for 
each plunge of John, I moaned louder and louder. He 
knew I was going to climax soon, and he increased the 
tempo, like always, he wanted us to match our orgasms.

Then it came, like a wind takes a leave up, high into 
the sky, my toes curling, my whole body shaking, 
trembling and jerking as the inevitable orgasm took me 
in it's control. I knew I could not stop it, and I 
wouldn't have wanted either. I just let myself go, 
feeling the most wonderful sensations nature could 
give, letting it rule my body.

During my orgasm, I felt Tim's hands around my head 
pressing my head close to his crotch, literally 
'fucking' my mouth with his growing member, the sign 
that it would shoot it's nectar soon.

My pussy started clamping and milking John's invading 
member, he started stabbing me with short in and out 
movements in a fast tempo, as he understood that I was 
climaxing. I gave out high puffing moans with each 
penetration of his feeling the orgasm rule my body 
stronger and stronger, my whole body trembling. My 
hypersensitive cunt gave out obscene sounds with every 
movement of John's penis. Squelching sounds from the 
two loads of sperm that Tim had dumped inside me, but 
also my own juices running freely. Loud sounds could be 
heard from our copulating organs as he poked and 
rotated inside me in every possible way, making me 
squelch with orgasmic lust.

Far off in the distance I heard a 'Oohhh....ma!', and 
then my mouth was flooded with Tim's spunk, each jerk 
filling it even more, but I was too far off to even 
think about swallowing it.

The cum he was shooting started to boil and run out of 
my mouth as I was making gurgling noises from the 
moaning, noises which today reminds me of a little 
newborn's gurgling, gurgling with delight.

 *

I don't remember much of what happened after that. What 
I do remember is very cloudy and I was very confused 
when it happened, the whole world tumbling around me, 
time standing still. I could hear myself screaming with 
pleasure, not caring who, where or what I was.

I remember feeling Tim slip out of my mouth. Then I 
felt hands squeezing my breasts hard, pulling me close 
to John, who was kneeling behind me, his penis working 
like a locomotive inside my cunny, in and out, in and 
out. I felt Tim's cream running out of the corners of 
my mouth, tickling it's way down my chin, dripping down 
in the cleavage my hand covered breasts formed.

I remember hearing an animalist grunt in my ear, then 
came a deep plunge into my vibrating pussy, John's tool 
entering deeper than he had ever been inside of me, 
parting my cervix, entering my womb. With a moan, I 
felt a warmth spread deep inside my tummy as I felt his 
first load of sperm inject Then he pulled himself out 
halfway, and with a slow but even deeper plunge than 
the first one he ripped past my cervix, a gurgling 
scream erupting from my throat, Johns tool squirting 
more of his baby-making milk, the wonderful sticky 
honey uniting with Tim's, John's wriggling seeds 
mingling with Tim's. It was so hot, so fascinating, a 
human wasn't supposed to feel such heavenly feelings, 
perverted feelings, orgasmic feelings and pain. Each 
time John gave my body a huge plunge, I was tossed 
forward, my torso bending forward as his belly slapped 
hard against my buttocks, trying to enter me as deep as 
possible, stabbing me like he wanted to go through 
me...At the same time his big, manly hands were 
kneading my swaying and slapping breasts hard, 
squeezing them like it would be dough. My knees were 
bending, I couldn't support myself, and if it hadn't 
have been for his hands around my breasts and his penis 
fully embedded in my climaxing pussy, I would have 
collapsed. I was like a leaf in his hands, which he was 
tossing and flipping in every possible way as he 
emptied himself hard inside me. I don't know if it was 
my brain that fooled me, but I thought I heard a 
bestial roar unite with my sporadic screams of lust 
each time he pushed the tip of his penis inside my womb 
and spurting a powerful jet of semen where our child 
was growing. Then everything went black.

 *

I awoke slowly, coming to life like from a trance or a 
deep sleep. I was alone in bed. I felt so relaxed. 
23.36 said the red digits of my bedroom clock. I must 
have slept for over 3 hours, without even waking up 
once...I sighed, feeling every little muscle aching 
tiredly, my mouth, breasts, but most of all the places 
around my slit and inside of it. But it was a pleasant 
tiredness. I was naked, sweaty, my skin showing spots 
of dried semen. I still had the bitter-tasting cum-
flavor of Tim's sperm in my mouth, and I could still 
feel the wetness in my pussy. I mused, I felt like a 
little schoolgirl after touching herself for the very 
first time. I felt like an innocent little girl who had 
for her first time found out about boys. Even though I 
had been a virgin when marrying Michael, my dead 
husband, I had 'fooled around', letting boys feel me up 
in the breaks at school. We had played games like, 
'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'. Then we had 
played doctor.

I felt in need of a shower really bad. I went to the 
bathroom, taking the sweaty and cum-stained sheets with 
me.

 *

I had a hard time washing myself. Especially my cunt, 
since it was very sensitive. It was almost unbearable 
to turn the water spray towards my open pussy, washing 
the insides clean. My lips were all red and swollen, 
and my little rosebud weren't to be touched. I thought
back at what had happened earlier in bed. It was some-
thing I had only read of. They called it multiple-
orgasms, and I am pretty sure I had one of these at 
that time. I had never experienced anything like that
ever. Every time an orgasm subsided, I was rewarded
with a new one. But it was something I would come to
know very well in the future.

I watched myself in the mirror while drying myself off, 
watching my breasts and belly, which clearly showed I 
was pregnant. At least to my eyes.

I've heard that some women who lose all interest in sex 
once they get pregnant. They feel ugly and are 
disgusted by their own body. But seeing myself in the 
mirror I was excited to note that my belly had swollen, 
I was excited to know I was still a fertile woman, with 
possibilities of giving life.

There was a discrete knock at the door.

"Mom, are you all right?"

"Uhuh..."

"Can I come in..."

I first thought of wrapping my towel or robe around me, 
but then I thought that would be silly after all we had 
done.

"...sure..."

He opened the door only to find me stark naked.

I saw his eyes enlarge as he looked at me, he was 
ogling my body.

"What are you staring at?", I heard myself asking very 
seductively.

"...uh...well...I had forgot how beautiful you are 
ma..."

I smiled at him, turning to my side, inhaling, drawing 
in my belly to make a sexy pose.

"Do you really think so...do you think I still look 
sexy to you?"

"Uhuh...you really are gorgeous mom..."

"Well thank you John, you really know how to charm a 
lady..." I said smiling at him. "But do you think I 
will still be sexy when my belly and breasts starts 
growing...?"

"...yeah...I...you'll just be even more sexy..."

I moved close to him, putting my hands on his hips.

"You know John...you're very handsome yourself..."

"You think so mom..."

"Sure honey...your so beautiful...you are a reel hunk 
as we used to say at school...", I mused when thinking 
of how he resembled to the boys his own age a long time 
ago that we girls used to discuss and refer to as 
'hunk' if they were cute...unfortunately it remained on 
that stage until I met my big love...

"I've missed you John...", I said, looking him in the 
eyes, caressing his beautiful brown hair.

"I've missed you to ma..."

"I don't want to loose you honey...never again...I was 
afraid you would hate me forever...we have so much to 
give each other. You are my son, and we shouldn't be 
hating each other...please John...never leave me like 
that...Besides...", I took his hand leading it down to 
my belly which had swelled some the last 2 weeks. 
"...besides...I need you...both as my man, but also as 
the father of my child...I hope you haven't forgotten 
about that."

"Oh no mom...how could I...I'll never leave you 
again...I promise..."

I was going to seduce him, even though my vagina hurt a 
little from the previous action I would let him do me 
at the end, but first I wanted to show him all my 
womanly charms and affection, so that he would know 
forever how much I wanted him and how much I loved him. 
But I would show him how bad he needed me, that I 
wasn't cheap, oh no, that I could make him beg me for 
it...Now I had the leading part. Then, only when he was 
going crazy after me would we make love like madmen.

"John...could I ask you something..."

"...yes mom..."

"What do you think of me..."

"You're gorgeous mom!"

"No...I mean, what do you think of me...after all I 
have done... you know that a mother and a son should 
never indulge in such acts we have...they should never 
touch each other like we have, or furthermore make 
love..."

"You know I don't care what people say...we've talked 
so many times about this...I love you mom, more than 
anything...you're the best..."

"...but what about me doing it with Tim...you did call 
me a whore...do you think of me that way still...?"

"Oh no mom...I...I told you I was sorry for saying 
that..."

I was holding his head between my hands, looking him in 
the eyes, caressing him with my glances.

"How did you feel when you saw me together with Tim?"

There was no answer, so I went on...I pulled him closer 
to me, our faces only inches apart as I put my hand on 
his crotch. He was hard. "...Did it excite you? Did it 
make you feel hard like you are now?"

He turned all red in his face. It was the first time I 
had talked 'dirty' this way. But I knew that sometimes 
men liked that. And talking dirty of myself made me 
feel hot.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, looking him straight 
in the eyes.

"...did you like what you saw John? Did you?"

"...I...I guess so..."

I pulled his shirt of him and proceeded with unbuckling 
his belt and then pulling open his fly, lowering his 
pants and underwear a couple of inches, freeing his 
member that slapped hard against his belly when it 
sprang free. I formed a fist around it, and started 
stroking it gently, smearing out his pre-cum.

"Did it make you so hot you didn't care if I had done 
it with Tim?"

"...Uhuh..."

"You said earlier that it was disgusting to know he had 
been inside of me...didn't you lover...?"

He just looked foolishly at me...ogling my body...

"You got so excited you wanted to share me with Tim 
right away? Didn't you honey?"

I grabbed his penis at the root, then guiding it in the 
hot juicy canal my slit forms, letting it run along it 
while squeezing him with my thighs, feeling his juices 
wetting my soft skin.

I heard him moan from the treatment, but there was 
still no answer. I moved my hand so it was pressing his 
penis up against my hole, letting it sink inside my 
fleshy lips, burying the tip of his leaking shaft in 
the little depth just outside the entrance to my penis 
longing vagina.

He tried to hump me, but I pulled away slightly.

"Would you consider sharing me with Tim in the future 
as well? If I beg you to?"

"Yes mom..."

"Won't you feel disgusted to know that you're putting 
it inside of me where he has been and filled me with 
his cream? Won't you honey?"

I heard a guttural 'no' as he tried to enter me anew, 
only to find out I was prepared and deflected his 
invading member...

"You know honey...Tim will spend a lot of time with me 
in the future as well...I'm not sure I will be alone 
when you come to my bed anymore...are you sure it won't 
bother you if you find me and Tim making love..."

There was a loud moan as I started massaging his little 
sac, feeling the two nut-sized testicles that had 
produced the sperm that had gotten me pregnant...

"It might be so that you'll just have to jump in 
between, when Tim has finished or when he wants me to 
suck him...do you think you could handle that lover? Do 
you...?"

"Oh mom...please..."

"...please what John?"

"Let me do it with you...don't do this to me...I don't 
care about Tim, or what he does when he makes it with 
you..."

"Do what John? I just want to make sure...you know I 
don't want one-night-stands John...you know that...you 
even said I wasn't a whore...didn't you...?"

"Yes mom...but please..."

"...soon lover...I only want to know...do you still 
love me? Do you honey...or do you just want to use 
me...like a hole?"

"...Ohhh mom...I love you...but please..."

I bent down and kissed John hard, I 'frenched' him as 
we used to say at school about kissing boys this 
strange way. It was something the older girls did. My 
tongue swirled around John's, just like it would have 
been his penis in my mouth... finally we broke the 
kiss...

"Then let's get started lover...make love to me 
hard...make love to me like you used to do. Put it 
inside of me and fill me up with your baby-making cream 
just like you did when you got me pregnant. Do me..."

With a strong and merciless plunge he entered the 
depths of my pussy. The sensations so beautiful, not 
long after that we came together, joining an orgasm, a 
serene expression on his face as he pumped the essence 
of his manhood in me once more this evening.

But the night was young, it was Friday night. That 
night my bed was used very well. Finally, after several 
lovemaking sessions, both with John and Tim, we fell 
asleep, all 3 of us. Or should I say 4?

Continued in part 9...

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