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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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