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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers Chapter II
It was my birthday, I was turning 36, the boys and I had decided to take a ride
out to the lake for a pick- nick, sort of. We had a great time, laughing, making
jokes, eating and drinking. The wine bottle I had brought was finished pretty
soon, of course I didn't want my sons to drink alcohol, but inviting them to
drink a glass with me couldn't be bad. I was feeling very joyful, maybe it was
the wine that did it...
"Let's take a swim!", I heard myself exclaim.
"Yeah, why not?", Tim responded.
"But, we don't have any swimming suits with us" said John.
That was true, but what did it matter, besides I didn't feel like I wanted to
wear a swimsuit. I felt like I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. I
hadn't gone skinny dipping, since my husband was killed. After all this day was
special, at least to me, and I wanted to amuse myself...
"What difference does it make" I asked, "there's only us here, and I've seen you
naked before! Let's go skinny dipping!"
That was also true, but I hadn't seen my boys naked for years. Even though we
were an open family, I was raised to respect the privacy of someone, but what
difference would it make now.
This day however, I'm sure it must have been the wine that got to my head and
the warmth, but as I started peeling of my clothes, one by one, I started to
feel ...excited...
Michael, my husband, was a city boy, raised in Houston, before he had moved out
to work in Texas. For me, he was the first man I had ever been with, even after
his death. However, Michael wasn't a beginner at making love, he showed me a lot
of things, letting me explore my own as well as his body. Teaching me the
differences, showing me the secret of the love-act, things I had only heard
about or dreamt in my wildest dreams... He introduced me to a completely new
dimension.
Of course, coming from the country, I was pretty naive, and, you could say,
prude and strictly raised, knowing that sex was taboo, and somewhat a sin. But
Michael changed this within me, I learned that all the lectures my mother had
had with me about sex, sin and duty, was falling apart. My first orgasm, that
was actually the second time we made love, changed all my ideas and theories
about sex, it became something pleasurable, a game, in which you couldn't loose,
you would feel good with any outcome. And he taught me that as long as
everything felt good, there was no bad in it.
Michael also taught me what stimulated men, but he also taught me what could
stimulate women... This was one thing I got very aroused from, at first
undressing in front of Michael with lit lamps, scared me. I was ashamed of
myself. But he showed me that it was something that really turned him on, and
that started to turn me on to, knowing that just by displaying my body to him
when undressing, could make him go crazy... so crazy that we would keep the bed
rocking the whole night, then keeping it warm till noon the next day, when we
would get up only to eat and again have even more sex...
But as I have already told you, that ended some 14 years ago, and since then I
have been all alone in bed...Loosing all my trust in ever having any man again,
and my rule was to first get a steady relationship, then sex. I had become sure
that I would be alone for the rest of my life in bed, but how wrong I was...
The act of undressing in front of two males, may be they were my own sons,
started to turn me on... Soon I was having only my bra and panties on...And
slowly, as provocative as only a female can be, I peeled them off, standing all
nude on the blanket, my long, brown hair hanging down in a pony tail, covering
my left breast. I hadn't paid any attention to it, until I was this naked, but
my two sons had started taking off their clothes, they were staring at me with
huge eyes that looked like they would pop out off their skulls any minute. It
wasn't until now, when they slowly took their jeans off that I saw the tent
formation in their underwear...They had hardons! And I mean reel hardons!
My hart skipped at least for beats, and I had a hard time not looking at their
crotches...Looking up I saw them eyeing my body, and meeting their eyes, they
blushed, doing there best to hide their erected penises. I felt a little
embarrassed I hadn't awaited this reaction...Here I was standing all nude, like
I had only in front of one man earlier. Now I was starting to have these strange
sensations a woman gets when wanting a man... NO! I couldn't think this way!
These were my sons!
"I'll run ahead I said..." slowly, not really wanting to, I turned around and
headed for the water...I needed to cool off, to cool off bad! To get with of my
horny feelings, feelings towards my sons!
I tried no to look, but seeing my boys coming towards me 20 yards away, I
watched them closely. I eyed them in maybe the closest way I had ever
inspected them.
Ooh, how tall and beautiful they were, John was only 15, and yet so tall,
shoulders broad like his father's, the muscles he had gotten from working on a
ranch part time were playing on his body as he moved, his body, which already
showed the masculine power it possessed. Girls would chase him in a year or two,
he was really handsome, every wet schoolgirls dream... Puberty had come, and
already set the marks on him, he looked gorgeous. It was strange how fast he had
grown to be a man.
I hadn't realized he was a man till now, admiring his male flesh, watching his
semi-erected penis, which had already received the cute dark-brown bush above
it. Then we had little Tim, only 14, looking so innocent and sweet, still a
child compared to John, I couldn't see at this distance, but I couldn't figure
out whether he had any blonde hairs covering his, his, manhood... but... they
were no children any longer... they were men, at least if you judged by their
young and beautiful erected... ooh what was I thinking of...I hadn't seen a man
naked for 14 years, and for 14 years I had made myself happy in bed. With my
fingers, imagining it was Michael, my husband making love to me, however lately
I no longer enjoyed it as much, imagination didn't have any effect on me any
longer. But now I felt really horny, for the first time in years, it must have
been the wine that was playing a game on me...
I held my breath and took a couple of strokes under the water, feeling the
coolness around me, seeking deeper water. By the time I surfaced, John and Tim
were in the lake, swimming towards me.
"Come on you two! Or maybe you're chickening out?" I tried to ease up the
tension the odd situation had created, and I knew Tim couldn't resist a
challenge, always wanting to win every possible contest. So he lunged himself
towards me, taking a pair of quick strokes, then as he approached, he stopped a
few feet away from me. Then SPLASH, a rain of water drenched my face as Tim hit
the water with his palm...
"What are you doing?" I yelled at the sudden attack, laughing...
"Let's se who's chickening out?" He yelled, giving me several more splashes.
Then there was war, Tim and I splashing water on each other and suddenly John
was in the battle too, only he was on my side... Timmy fought bravely, but
was doomed to loose, not liking it, he took a couple of strong strokes, and
off he went...
"I'm going to take a swim...I'm heading for those rocks, to get a sun-tan" he
said, lunging himself towards a couple of rocks some 100 yards away, along the
shore, probably setting up a new challenge.
"Be careful," I said, like any mother would...even though I new my sons were
good swimmers.
"Sooo, we won!" said John happily.
"Sure did", I took a step closer to him, feeling the soft sand tickling my toes,
the waterline at my shoulders...
Then, SPLASH!
"Oh, you little..." I never had the chance to speak out, another splash, now it
was John who were giving me a hard time.
I tried getting away, but he kept scooping water on me, so I went for the
kill...but I ended up bumping against him, my big, soft breasts pressed against
his naked chest, my long legs against his muscular, but then, there was his semi-
erected penis, between my legs, barely parting my cleavage, slightly pushing at
the entrance...twitching, tickling my clitoris, following the rhythm of the
undulating water movements... I was melting from the treatment...and he was
growing...his penis reaching full stiffness, full erection, really deserving to
be called a manhood...
We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, which couldn't have been
more than a few seconds. His eyes meeting mine, hot glances exchanged, talking
through them with each other, expressing what we both so sinfully wanted.
Then nature took over our oversexed bodies, which ached so badly for relief.
John started to hump me, even though he hadn't entered me, he was running his
penis in the crack of my womanhood, his eyes, glassy like mine with the hot
lust, passion-burning, no more logic, no more sense, no more moral. Pure animal
lust, owned our bodies... I WANTED him, I wanted him NOW.
Feeling his penis play in my crack, was exciting me a lot, I was going to cum...
I realized I wanted him inside! I wanted him where I couldn't have him, where no
mother was allowed to have her son after once giving birth to her child...I
wanted him in my pussy, deep, deep where his father once planted him. I wanted
to have sex with him, I was hot...
I moaned, looked at his closed eyes, the eyelids fluttering as he was
experiencing great pleasures from feeling his stiff penis running between my
slippery vaginal lips, his hands were at my waist, keeping me close to him, his
lower body working in a fast rhythm to satisfy his eager need, the need to mate,
he was beyond rational thinking, his entire body shaking without control,
seeking that ultimate lust.
He's my son! Echoed in my head, I can't do what I'm about to do! It would be a
great sin, it would be incest! I thought, but feeling his penis bumping against
my hole, almost entering, stimulating my erected and hypersensitive clitoris,
made up my mind... I wanted him as much as he wanted me...
I grabbed his penis with my hand; the other one went around his buttocks. When
he felt that he couldn't hump anymore he opened his eyes dreamily...
"Ohh...please... don't make me stop mom, it feels so good...I've never felt this
good before...just let..."
"Shhhh..." I hushed him motherly, "I know my love, I want to help you...I only
want to make it even better...for us..."
Slowly, like in a trance I directed my sons virginal penis against my love cave,
letting it part my fluttering butterfly- like lips. I was trying hard to find a
good reason to tell him I wanted to stop, one final effort to stop this depraved
incestuous act, as a mother and grown-up, it is my duty to see what's right or
wrong, but I was blinded. I could not see nor hear anything but only feel his
pulsing penis in my hand, guiding it towards my welcoming hole...
When finally it was positioned, I slowly started pressing his penis against my
overheated womanhood. I could feel the entrance muscle, starting to soften as I
applied pressure, dilating as his penis pushed forward. There was a sudden 'Pop'
and his mushroom tip sank inside me, I gave out a loud moan of pleasure,
simultaneously I heard John gasp...
For more than 14 years, no one had been there, and for the first time I was
doing it with someone else than my husband. For the first time I was letting my
son enter me, letting my son fulfill our pleasure strive of lust, to tame my
pussy in heat, letting happen the most perverted thing a mother could do with
her son, to have intercourse...For the first time my beautiful son made love to
a woman, and it would be me who was going to be his first...
I was enjoying it, I tried to convince myself that it made no difference whether
he was my son or not, and after all, he would still fuck some woman someday, so
why not making it with someone who loves you most in this world, someone who
won't cheat on you, someone with patience and the will of teaching the act of
lovemaking...I've always tried to give my sons what's best for them, now I would
only give him the most beautiful pleasures a boy can receive...that couldn't be
wrong as both enjoyed it, yes I would receive pleasures myself that I had for
missed for so long, but we would have a great time together...Part of my brain
desperately tried to convince the other, why I should let this happen...but it
was finally the feelings from 'down there' that made up my mind...
It was bigger than I had expected, I think it was even bigger than Michael's had
been. It felt wonderful having his mushroom tip just inside my entry muscle,
enlarging my soaking wet canal, twitching. I was still holding his penis, when
he couldn't hold it back any more. He pushed his big rod to the bottom in one
plunge, slicing through my tight, over soaked vagina like it was melting butter.
I joined him in with a loud moan from the sudden thrust, then I felt it coming,
beginning in my toes, legs starting to go limp, my vagina starting to contract,
I was climaxing...The scene of making love to my own son in the a lake, seeking
sexual fulfillment like never before, was highly erotic...It was the peak...
"Mmmmpph...mphhh....I'm..coming...ahhhh...do it...do it to me... my son... do
it....fill me up...", I couldn't talk, only give out guttural noises. In the
frenzy I grabbed my son around his buttocks and started pushing his body tight
against me. He got the idea and started humping me. He didn't last long, my orgasm-
cramping vagina massaged his young, inexperienced and virginal, member
merciless. He was so excited he gave me short humps and stabs with his mighty
penis for only 5 or 6 times, but who cared how long he lasted, I was already
coming hard. In the dizziness I was in I heard my son moan, pressing himself
tight against my body, my breasts flattening against his boy-hairy chest,
nipples erect, his penis filling me up to the brim.
"Ohhhh...moooom...it's going to happen...ohhh..." then, as I was climaxing I
felt a sudden twitch in his member, then another and another. I could feel the
so familiar and for such a long time missed hot clinging juice filling my pussy
and I realized that my loving son was shooting me full of his sperm, his
incestuous sperm...our bodies shuddering with the intensity of our orgasmic
pleasures, our genitals matching each other.
Every time John's cunt-embedded penis spew out a new gooey load of his hot
incestuous seed deep inside my belly, my pussy would clamp tightly around his
flesh, milking merciless for it's precious honey. In the frenzy, I found myself
squeezing his buttocks hard, then moving my hand to his small sac, starting to
squeeze it gently, feeling the two nuts inside, small and tiny, but yet so
manly, contracting as they were pumping out potent seed. By squeezing his sac in
time with his contractions like Michael had taught me to, my pussy milking his
penis in time with every outburst of his, I was helping his throbbing penis on
its way to relief by squeezing out the virginal spunk his fresh testicles had
produced for this heavenly act, the act of sex. It felt like my vagina had its
own life, like its only goal was to dry-suck my beautiful son's and lover's
lovemaking penis...
*
We stayed embraced for what seemed like an eternity, the water gently licking
our overheated bodies, the small waves making my big, womanly, soft, breasts,
bouncing against my son's chest, nipples still erect, the excitement still
showing, like a reminder of what we had done. John's lovemaking penis was still
buried inside my now sperm-soaked pussy, however, it's present size and glory
had diminished, but not the knowledge of the sinful, and yet so wonderful act we
had done. It was now that it really started flushing my body, after the pleasure
had subsided so much that I started to think more rational.
I knew what incest was, I had read about it, and even seen some debates on our
new purchased T.V. I knew it was an act of depravity, the ultimate thing a
mother could do to her son. It was bad, forbidden by church and law. How could I
let it happen? Giving in for my personal needs, sexual needs, I had for so long
kept secret and hidden to myself? How could I let my own son loose on my body,
the way I wanted and needed a man?
Yes, maybe he had wanted it too, but after all, he was so young and innocent he
didn't know what was wrong or right, he just followed his instincts, his sexual
instincts...Oh...how wrong I had acted...
"Ohh...what have we done..." I whispered in his ear, my brain getting aware of
the fact I still had my hand firmly around his sac, still holding it gently.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, I let go, feeling the shame flush...John was still
holding me close to him, his hands around my buttocks in a steady grip, however
he was more weak than I, and he didn't resist when I slowly parted from him. It
wasn't until his penis slid out of my cum-filled vagina, that he awoke from his
dreamy state... he blushed, looking me in my eyes...
"I'm so sorry...I...It's my fault...I...I don't know what got into me..." I
heard myself stammering, tears filling my eyes...
"Ohh...how could I let it happen..." By now I was crying openly, ashamed of the
dirty act I had just done...one of the most deprived things a woman could
do...how could I forgive myself...how?
I felt two strong hands embracing me, John's body pressed tight to me... "It's
all right mom, it really is...don't cry...it felt wonderful...in fact...I've
never, ever, felt this good in my entire life!"
Continued in part 3...
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