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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers Chapter III My emotions were in uproar
for the rest of that day. Tim appeared pretty soon after our love-session, and
we had to drop the subject. However, my mind was in turmoil, I was very
distracted and my head was in turmoil.
During the ride home, I could feel my still sex-aching vagina get stimulated
from the movements in the saddle. But most of all I could feel John's virginal
sperm, (which he had deposited inside me only minutes earlier) squishing and
squelching out of my tunnel of love only to soak my panties, making them stick
and cling between my thighs. At home, I tried to do my chores, fixing some
dinner, washing, but my mind kept wandering away, reminding me of the sinful but
yet so pleasurable act earlier. I needed to be alone for a while, to think my
situation over. I couldn't even look my own son in his eyes any longer, avoiding
eye-contact, feeling shame and guilt flushing my body every time my eyes met
his, every time I had to talk to him. I wanted to talk with John about what had
happened, but I couldn't. I had wanted to clear some things out, maybe to tell
him I was sorry, that we should forget all about it, on the other hand I wasn't
able to conduct such a discussion in the state of discomposure I was in...I was
really happy when Tim was around, it felt much easier...
** That night John came to me. I somehow knew it would happen again, and yes, I
was hoping for him to come. I knew what the sex-urge was, how hard it was
resisting it, how easy it was to give in. If I needed it so bad, then how much
more did my son need it? I knew from experience what the sex-drive meant for a
youngster... I knew that by letting him take a bite from the forbidden apple, he
would want it all, and he would come after more. I knew I wasn't strong enough
to stop him, I wanted it as bad as him, missing it for so long... That night
when my son came into my room, I knew our lives would change. Nothing would be
the same...ever. I was lying awake, thinking of the day, remembering the
wonderful few moments I had had on my birthday, the moments of pure love my son
had given to me, the loving moments, so dangerous and immoral, but so
pleasurable and heavenly. However they were blurry. Blurry with the feeling of
guilt and sin. Then I couldn't remember everything straight. Maybe it was the
wine or maybe it was the pure excitement... I was fingering myself for the
second time since I had gone to bed when I heard my bedroom door open. "Mom, are
you awake?" hearing John's whispering voice really startled me, I was hoping
with all my hart that he would come to me, knowing how sinful it would be...I
had awaited him, like a woman awaits her secret lover at night... "Yes, John,
I'm awake..." I could see the shadow of his body in the pale moonshine shooting
through our window. He sat down on my bed, facing me. "Mom, are you still mad at
me?" "Oh..no John, how could I be mad at you? Why do you think that?"
"Well...after you know...what happened at the lake, you haven't talked to
me...or... anything...you don't even look at me..." "Come here John.", I sat up
in bed, and hugged him motherly, as I had done for so many times, only this time
I felt other strange feelings overwhelm my body than just motherly love. Oh how
I wanted my son, the man that I had given birth to, the man I had nursed, the
man I had washed and taken care of. The same man was now driving me crazy with
animal lust, feelings I couldn't show to my son. I wanted him, but at the same
time I knew how wrong it would be... I hugged him closely to me, rocking our
bodies, feeling the warmth from his chest spread to my breasts through my thin
nightgown and my son's pajamas, my nipples getting erect. "No, my son, it's not
that I'm mad at you, it's just that...what happened at the lake today shouldn't
have happened. It was bad of me to let things get out of hand. Maybe it was the
wine, I don't know really... You're big enough to know about what happened
today, to understand that a mother isn't supposed to do such a thing to her
child...it's bad. They call it incest, something forbidden by law." "But mom,
you didn't do anything to me, it was something that just happened...I wanted it
to happen to, it's really my fault, and I'm sorry you're mad at me..." "No John,
at that moment I wanted it to happen, but it's a bad thing to want that. But you
see...it's been an awful long time since I've been with...someone...a woman
needs a man, exactly like a man needs a woman...I guess I got too crazy to
think... I'm not trying to excuse myself...I know I can't...but I just want
to...to explain..." My conscience was loosing its grip. Without thinking, my
hand started caressing John's back, occasionally gripping his buttocks, my body
pressed tightly to his..."Oh John, forgive me, please do...I wanted you so...I
wanted to feel a man, even though you're my son."
I was pressing myself even tighter, my body squirming, my mouth kissing his
eyes, his beautiful and innocent eyes..."I'm sorry for what happened, but I
needed you so bad, I understand if you...I..if you wont forgive me...I needed
you!" Feeling his body so close to mine, his warmth, his breath and most of all,
his building erection, made me loose my mind. I was so horny I couldn't think
straight. I was like a youngster once having had sex. I could go on forever...
"I'm sorry John, I'm so sorry...we shouldn't...be...doing..." I found my hand
patting his erection gently thru the pajama pants, feeling it grow to the
wonderful size I had once felt inside of me. My mouth kept talking what my brain
told it, however, it didn't mean anything, for me in that excitement, it was
only empty words, meaning absolutely nothing, it was pure nonsense... Suddenly I
felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my big, soft breasts, kneading
them thru the thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting
mine, lips sealing around each other, my tongue probing the entrance to his
mouth, finally finding its way, meeting his tongue, playing in his mouth in a
hot and passionate but so forbidden kiss. Not the motherly kiss on the cheek,
but the kiss of two lovers, hot, excited and lust filled, ready to make up...
One moment we were fondling each other's bodies. My hand reaching down to his
crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the pajamas pants, simultaneously, John's
hands squeezing my breasts, his hands working franticly, fascinated by the size
and softness, like all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts. The
next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the
contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panting and hot touches
exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our clothes on. Our mouths
met, his hands still fondling with my breasts...then I felt his member jerk
faster, his body getting stiff, climaxing. The pajama and my nightgown getting
wet, his sperm soaking the material, letting my slit feel the dampness of his
cum. He hadn't even entered me, not even touched my skin, his penis was still in
his pajama pants. It was so hot, so erotic. So fast, but it didn't end with
this...oh no...this was only the beginning... I was caressing his hair, kissing
his face tenderly, keeping him close to me, feeling the hot wetness spreading
between our genitals as he was climaxing...loving him. After a minute or so, he
regained his senses, only to find that my hand had reached into his sperm-soaked
pajama pants and was stroking his limp, cum-dripping rod. It felt so strange
feeling his sperm covering my fingers as I formed a fist, playing it along his
limp member, trying to awake his manhood. I was masturbating my very own son,
trying to make him hard for another act of love, preparing him for me, getting
his penis stiff so he could make love to his very own mother, like he had once
done before.
I had heard from Michael that boys were often very fast at reaching orgasm the
first times...but what they lacked in experience, they made up when it came to
stamina...I still hadn't cum, and I needed it badly. Like Michael had once
tutored me, John was ready to go for a second round pretty fast. Again John
started to hump, this time it was my closed, semen smeared fist, but I had other
plans than masturbating my son, it would be different from the first time...
"Wait John, let's do it the right way...take you're clothes off..." In a second
we were naked, me on the back in the bed. This was the moment of truth, now was
the time. I had longed, but mostly feared that I wouldn't be able to resist this
situation. I wanted to feel his naked skin close to mine, I didn't want any
silly material being in our way. I wanted him as close to me as possible, skin
to skin, genitals to genitals. I wanted his penis inside of me. I knew that what
had happened at the lake earlier this day, could maybe be 'accepted' as an
'accident', you might forget and forgive.
After this night the relationship between my son and I would never be the same
innocent one, like before. Letting it happen the way I wanted it, our lives
would change, our relationship would turn into something very serious and
dangerous. People would hate me, lynch me, others would kill me if they found
out. We wouldn't be just mother and son, from now on there would be something so
much more, we would be lovers. Incestual lovers. I parted my naked legs,
exposing my flesh. Opening up like a flower to my son. Again John's body covered
me, his naked skin touching mine, his chest mashing my breasts. There were no
words exchanged, only moans as I grabbed his cum-dripping penis by the root,
showing it's way. His penis didn't have a hard time finding home, the place
where he had already been today. Nature took over, and I let go of his rod, as
his hard manhood entered my slippery and awaiting cave of lust. It was a
fantastic feeling when his penis slid to the bottom of my pussy. I grabbed him
around his buttocks, massaging the boyish but so manly and firm muscles. Our
bodies were squirming with excitement, obscene lovemaking noises coming from our
soaking, overheated genitals as my son started a steady but firm humping of my
pussy. My juices were flowing, freely, making his digging penis enter me so
easily, tickling my overexcited clitoris, building up the huge orgasm I was
seeking, The orgasm I was waiting for, the climax I had fantasized about all
evening. The entire act was so beautiful, so passionate and romantic, so hot,
that it can't be explained in words. Every time his penis left my lust craving
pussy, it felt like I wanted to scream to my son, to put it inside me. And every
time he pushed his penis inside me, wonderful sensations I had missed for so
long exploded inside my hot body. The rhythm increased, his penis stabbing my
fleshy, gaping hole merciless. I was soaking wet down there, juices pouring out
of me, we were like two animals in heat making up. Then, one deep plunge, and he
remained as deep as he could inside of me, touching the entrance to my womb with
his mushroom tip. Then I felt his hot member twitch and a welcoming warmth
spread inside my belly. He was in heaven, humping me frantically. Every time a
new jerk came in his young member, he pushed his penis to the hilt, almost
trying to penetrate my cervix. And every time he did so, another warm, creamy
load of his fresh semen entered my womb. Moans of pleasure, bodies squirming,
body fluids exchanging, it was so hot and passionate, that only true lovers can
understand the intensity, the tenderness and beautiful love with which he was
planting his young and so fresh sperm, deep, deep inside my most secret and
hidden place. I knew this was the moment for me, soon everything would be over,
and I really needed the climax I had been waiting for so long. I inserted a hand
between our coupling bodies, and started to massage my clitoris, feeling his
penis still twitching and jerking as it was spilling more of its precious cream
inside. "Ohhh... John....don't stop, please, go on...I need to cum...please go
on..." I don't know from where he got his strength, or how he could hear my
whispering voice in the aftermath of his orgasm, but slowly he started to hump
my body again...and with the help of his semi-erect penis and my oily fingers of
his sticky seed, I was able to climax, finally feeling that tickling feeling in
my toes, spreading upwards my legs, down to the center of love, my penis-filled
vagina. "Ohhh...John...I'm going to cum...anhhh...don't stop...annnhh..."
Uncontrollably, my cum-filled hole started twitching and squeezing my son's
young penis, finally I had found the end of my strive. I was squeezing my lovers
buttocks hard, pressing him close to me, trying to insert his softening penis
even deeper inside...kissing his mouth, washing his face with my lips...I was in
heaven... content...satisfied...relieved...
* "Keep it inside of me...don't take it out...", I wanted to feel his flesh in
mine We had rolled so we were on our sides, facing each other, embracing,
naked, skin touching skin, kissing, his hands fondling with my breasts, his
limp penis still inside my cum-filled cave. We were both dozing, feeling the
aftermath take our bodies to a dizzy, state of relief...I was again starting
to get these thoughts back, about the incestual copulation. Only this time I
more or less accepted it, after all, both of us wanted it bad. Time would tell
how things would go, time would tell... "Ohhh...thanks mom... It was
wonderful...I really mean that" I hugged him even closer to me, mashing my
big, soft breasts to his chest, our crotches pressing even tighter...kissing
his eyes so lovingly, that it wasn't hard to understand it wasn't just a kiss,
a motherly kiss, but a so much more demanding kiss, a lover's kiss... "You
were wonderful...I should be thanking you...", I said to him. "Really?" "Yes,
my love" "Mom, could we do this again, I mean, tomorrow...or some other time?"
"You can't have enough of it, can you?", I giggled... "We'll see about
that...tomorrow...you should go back to your room now, what if Tim doesn't
find you there tomorrow morning?" "Can't I stay with you just for a
little...please?" "All right...but you have to be in your room tomorrow
morning, before Tim wakes up..." Soon our whispers died, there was only
fondling, kissing and touching...then John fell asleep...
** That night, I was up thinking a lot, I guess I needed that. I was thinking
of how everything had developed, from just a 'skinny-dipping' to a love session
in my very own bed. Not only my bed, but the bed in which Michael and I had
made love for thousands of times. The same bed in which my husband and I had
given the first sparks of life to John and Tim, the same place I had given
birth to my sons.
It was here, that I had made love to my oldest son, it should have been Michael,
and not John I was making love to...but maybe this was what life was supposed to
be...my destiny. Perhaps it was my destiny to enjoy sex with my own flesh. John
was my own blood, my own meat, and now not only my own son, but my own lover.
John had been inside me, where only his father had been. The place where his
semen had created John, the place where John came from. John was now using the
same place, he was giving me the same wonderful treatment his father was giving
me when he was alive, he was filling me up with his loving sperm, like his
father had once done... It didn't come to my mind until now, that I could get
pregnant with my son. After all, I was only 36, and John was a virile man,
potent of having me pregnant. I really couldn't risk that. I would have to go to
the doctor and get a receipt of pills...I knew that from now on John would want
it all, he would want me often, and I wouldn't be strong enough to stop him, I
would comply, my flesh needed him so bad... I could feel him snuggle up at my
breasts in his sleep, the same breasts I had once offered him to nurse from when
he was a baby, his penis finally slid out of my protective sheet, landing on my
bare thigh. It was all wet from our mingled love-juices, some drooling out of my
suddenly unplugged vagina, running in the crack of my womanhood. Slick, clinging
cum, my son's sperm, the result of our lovemaking, formed a pool beside his
resting penis... Finally I fell asleep, strange dreams flying thru my head,
dreams of John...my lover... Continued in part 4...
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