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Subject: Wicked Love Making (mf,mmf,incest,preg,milk,breast)
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Wicked Lovemaking Series I
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Two Sons, Two Lovers
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NOTE: This text is of the highly erotic kind, describing the
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making of an incestuous relationship between a mother and
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her 2 teenage sons.
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It includes detailed descriptions of several intercourses
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taking place, oral sex, taking on both her sons, pregnancy
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with her sons, milking/lactating and breast feeding scenes.
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All the sex taking place is consensual, and romantically
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written (if I may say so myself).
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It is a story, true or false, for you to judge, concerning
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one of the most taboo subjects, INCESTUAL relationships
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between mother/sons and INCESTUAL PREGNANCIES.
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If you dislike reading stories about family members having
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sex or if you are under the age of 18 (or the legal age
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if different from this), a sensitive person or a watchman
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of moral law, then don't read any further and forget that
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the word and act of incest even exists...
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For you who like reading about these fascinating subjects..
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welcome to read further......
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Chapter I
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After all that had happened, I still considered myself lucky.
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Of course, there had been very tragic moments in my life, but
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they seemed only to have given me more strength, and trust in
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myself. Nature had of course influenced me and somewhat turned
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me into a sad person, but this day changed it all for me, I
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started to live anew. I had only lived half my life, I was
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still young... Let me tell you how it started...
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My name is Annabel, but everyone calls me Anna or just Bel.
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We, that is, my then 15-year-old-son John, and his 1 year
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younger brother Tim, lived out on the planes of Texas. We had
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lived there ever since the dreadful accident that changed my
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life in a brutal way.
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It was only 2 months after the birth of Tim. My husband and I
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had been married for almost 2 years, loving each other
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immensely, but life isn't always kind. Michael worked at a big
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ranch and was chief when it came to handling cattle, however
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in a dreadful moment he was smacked against the boards by a bull,
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leaving him all paralysed. One week later, Michael died.
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The owner of the ranch was a very kind man, he understood the
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tragedy, he knew I was alone, without any understanding parents to
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go to, with 2 children to take care of, and only 22. So he arranged
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for me to live in a small, but old cottage, which was situated in
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the
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outskirts of his land by a beautiful pond. It was a lovely house,
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which Michael and I had rode by several times, admiring, hoping
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that one day we could live together in a lonely but romantic
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place just like that.
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The first years the owner visited me quite often, lending me some
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powerful hands belonging to his workers, to make some repairs, but
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later we met only once or twice a month in town. But as I said,
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he was a very kind man, too old for me to love but he never tried
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to take advantage of me and the situation in any way, and for that
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I respect him greatly.
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Living in the cottage was fantastic, most of the times, however,
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getting to town was difficult, since you had to drive on a small
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dirt road for 4 miles, and being so far off in the countryside
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made life pretty lonely. There were no neighbours closeby, only
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uncultivated fields, but I didn't mind. Even though the town
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was quite large, there were no men who would marry me, I was
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only 22 and looked great at that time, but having 2 children,
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didn't attract any of them... I tried, I wanted and needed a man,
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but no one wanted me, so I was left alone, with my children,
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raising them, waiting for life to pass by, being forgotten.
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Time passed slowly, I took occasional jobs as a waitress,
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assistant shopkeeper etc. I didn't really need the
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money, since I was granted a sum of money from my husband's
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parents and then there were the social welfare money. In
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other words, I managed myself.
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I and my two sons had a great life together, we used to play
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games, cards, listen to music, going out and ride. I really
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took my time taking care of them. Together we built up a
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special bond, a special love. My sons never quarrelled with
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each other, like my brothers did all the time back home,
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instead they shared everything, they went together and stayed
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together. I was very proud of them, since they did very well
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in school too.
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However, this specific summer I'm going to tell you about,
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changed our love for each other. It turned into a love I had
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missed for so long...But let's start at the beginning....
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~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I
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~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
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Chapter II
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It was my birthday, I was turning 36, the boys and I had decided
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to take a ride out to the lake for a pick-nick, sort of. We had a
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great time, laughing, making jokes, eating and drinking. The wine
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bottle I had brought was finished pretty soon, of course I didn't
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want my sons to drink alcohol, but inviting them to drink a glass
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with me couldn't be bad. I was feeling very joyful, maybe it was
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the wine that did it...
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"Let's take a swim!", I heard myself exclaim.
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"Yeah, why not?", Tim responded.
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"But, we don't have any swimming suits with us" said John.
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That was true, but what did it matter, besides I didn't feel
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like I wanted to wear a swimsuit. I felt like I wanted to do
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something out of the ordinary. I hadn't gone skinny dipping, since
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my husband was killed. After all this day was special, at least to
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me, and I wanted to amuse myself...
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"What difference does it make" I asked, "there's only us here,
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and I've seen you naked before! Let's go skinny dipping!"
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That was also true, but I hadn't seen my boys naked for years.
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Even though we were an open family, I was raised to respect the
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privacy of someone, but what difference would it make now.
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This day however, I'm sure it must have been the wine that got
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to my head and the warmth, but as I started peeling of my clothes,
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one by one, I started to feel.. ...excited...
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Michael, my husband, was a city boy, raised in Houston, before
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he had moved out to work in Texas. For me, he was the first man I
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had ever been with, even after his death. However, Michael wasn't
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a beginner at making love, he showed me a lot of things, letting me
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explore my own as well as his body. Teaching me the differences,
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showing me the secret of the love-act, things I had only heard
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about or dreamt in my wildest dreams... He introduced me to a
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completely new dimension. Of course, coming from the country, I was
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pretty naive, and, you could say, prude and strictly raised,
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knowing that sex was taboo, and somewhat a sin. But Michael changed
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this within me, I learned that all the lectures my mother had had
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with me about sex, sin and duty, was falling apart. My first
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orgasm, that was actually the second time we made love, changed all
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my ideas and theories about sex, it became something pleasurable,
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a game, in which you couldn't loose, you would feel good with any
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outcome. And he taught me that as long as everything felt good,
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there was no bad in it. Michael also taught me what stimulated men,
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but he also taught me what could stimulate women... This was one
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thing I got very aroused from, at first undressing in front of
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Michael with lit lamps, scared me. I was ashamed of myself. But he
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showed me that it was something that really turned him on, and that
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started to turn me on to, knowing that just by displaying my body
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to him when undressing, could make him go crazy... so crazy that we
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would keep the bed rocking the whole night, then keeping it warm
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till noon the next day, when we would get up only to eat and again
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have even more sex... But as I have already told you, that ended
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some 14 years ago, and since then I have been all alone in
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bed...Loosing all my trust in ever having any man again, and my
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rule was to first get a steady relationship, then sex. I had become
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sure that I would be alone for the rest of my life in bed, but how
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wrong I was...
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The act of undressing in front of two males, may be they were my
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own sons, started to turn me on... Soon I was having only my bra
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and panties on...And slowly, as provocative as only a female can
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be, I peeled them off, standing all nude on the blanket, my long,
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brown hair hanging down in a pony tail, covering my left breast. I
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hadn't paid any attention to it, until I was this naked, but my two
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sons had started taking off their clothes, they were staring at me
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with huge eyes that looked like they would pop out off their skulls
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any minute. It wasn't until now, when they slowly took their jeans
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off that I saw the tent formation in their underwear...They had
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hard-ons! And I mean reel hardons! My hart skipped at least for
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beats, and I had a hard time not looking at their
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crotches...Looking up I saw them eyeing my body, and meeting their
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eyes, they blushed, doing there best to hide their erected penises.
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I felt a little embarrassed I hadn't awaited this reaction...Here
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I was standing all nude, like I had only in front of one man
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earlier. Now I was starting to have these strange sensations a
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woman gets when wanting a man... NO! I couldn't think this way!
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These were my sons!
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"I'll run ahead I said..." slowly, not really wanting to, I
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turned around and headed for the water...I needed to cool off, to
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cool off bad! To get rith of my horny feelings, feelings towards my
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sons!
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I tried no to look, but seeing my boys coming towards me 20
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yards away, I watched them closely. I eyed them in maybe the
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closest way I had ever inspected them.
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Ooh, how tall and beautiful they were, John was only 15, and yet
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so tall, shoulders broad like his father's, the muscles he had
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gotten from working on a ranch part time were playing on his body
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as he moved, his body, which already showed the masculine power it
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possessed. Girls would chase him in a year or two, he was really
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handsome, every wet schoolgirls dream... Puberty had come, and
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already set the marks on him, he looked gorgeous. It was strange
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how fast he had grown to be a man, I hadn't realised he was a man
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till now, admiring his male flesh, watching his semi-erected penis,
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which had already received the cute dark-brown bush above it. Then
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we had little Tim, only 14, looking so innocent and sweet, still a
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child compared to John, I couldn't see at this distance, but I
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couldn't figure out whether he had any blonde hairs covering his...
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his...manhood... but... they were no children any longer... they
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were men, at least if you judged by their young and beautiful
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erected... ooh what was I thinking of...I hadn't seen a man naked
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for 14 years, and for 14 years I had made myself happy in bed, with
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my fingers, imagining it was Michael, my husband making love to me,
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however lately I no longer enjoyed it as much, imagination didn't
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have any effect on me any longer. But now I felt really horny, for
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the first time in years, it must have been the wine that was
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playing a game on me...
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I held my breath and took a couple of strokes under the water,
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feeling the coolness around me, seeking deeper water. By the time
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I surfaced, John and Tim were in the lake, swimming towards me.
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"Come on you two! or maybe you're chickening out?" I tried to
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ease up the tension the odd situation had created, and I knew Tim
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couldn't resist a challenge, always wanting to win every possible
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contest. So he lunged himself towards me, taking a pair of quick
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strokes, then as he approached, he stopped a few feet away from me.
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Then SPLASH, a rain of water drenched my face as Tim hit the water
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with his palm...
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"What are you doing?" I yelled at the sudden attack, laughing...
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"Let's se who's chickening out?" He yelled, giving me several
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more splashes. Then there was war, me and Tim splashing water on
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each other and suddenly John was in the battle too, only he was on
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my side... Timmie fought bravely, but was doomed to loose, not
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liking it, he took a couple of strong strokes, and off he went...
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"I'm going to take a swim...I'm heading for those rocks, to get
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a sun-tan" he said, lunging himself towards a couple of rocks some
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100 yards away, along the shore, probably setting up a new
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challenge.
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"Be careful.", I said, like any mother would...even though I new
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my sons were good swimmers.
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"Sooo, we won!", said John happily.
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"Sure did", I took a step closer to him, feeling the soft sand
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tickling my toes, the waterline at my shoulders...
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Then, SPLASH!
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"Oh, you little...", I never had the chance to speak out,
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another splash, now it was John who were giving me a hard time.
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I tried getting away, but he kept scooping water on me, so I I
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went for the kill...but I ended up bumping against him, my big,
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soft breasts pressed against his naked chest, my long legs against
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his muscular, but then, there was his semi-erected penis, between
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my legs, barely parting my cleavage, slightly pushing at the
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entrance...twitching, tickling my clitoris, following the rhythm of
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the undulating water movements... I was melting from the
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treatment...and he was growing...his penis reaching full stiffness,
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full erection, really deserving to be called a manhood...
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We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, which
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couldn't have been more than a few seconds. His eyes meeting mine,
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hot glances exchanged, talking through them with each other,
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expressing what we both so sinfully wanted. Then nature took over
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our oversexed bodies which ached so bad for relief. John started to
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hump me, even though he hadn't entered me, he was running his penis
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in the crack of my womanhood, his eyes, glassy like mine with the
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hot lust, passion-burning, no more logic, no more sense, no more
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moral. Pure animal lust, owned our bodies... I WANTED him, I wanted
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him NOW. Feeling his penis play in my crack, was exciting me a lot,
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I was going to cum... I realised I wanted him inside! I wanted him
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where I couldn't have him, where no mother was allowed to have her
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son after once giving birth to her child...I wanted him in my
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pussy, deep, deep where his father once planted him. I wanted to
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have sex with him, I was hot...
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I moaned, looked at his closed eyes, the eyelids fluttering as
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he was experiencing great pleasures from feeling his stiff penis
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running between my slippery vaginal lips, his hands were at my
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waist, keeping me close to him, his lower body working in a fast
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rhythm to satisfy his eager need, the need to mate, he was beyond
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rational thinking, his entire body shaking without control, seeking
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that ultimate lust.
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He's my son! echoed in my head, I can't do what I'm about to do!
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It would be a great sin, it would be incest! I thought, but feeling
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his penis bumping against my hole, almost entering, stimulating my
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erected and hypersensitive clitoris, made up my mind... I wanted
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him as much as he wanted me...
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I grabbed his penis with my hand, the other one went around his
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buttocks. When he felt that he couldn't hump anymore he opened his
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eyes dreamily...
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"Ohh...please... don't make me stop mom, it feels so good...I've
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never felt this good before...just let..."
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"Shhhh...", I hushed him motherly, "I know my love, I want to
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help you...I only want to make it even better...for us..."
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Slowly, like in a trance I directed my sons virginal penis
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against my love cave, letting it part my fluttering butterfly- like
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lips. I was trying hard to find a good reason to tell him I wanted
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to stop, one final effort to stop this depraved incestuous act, as
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a mother and grown-up, it is my duty to see what's right or wrong,
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but I was blinded. I could not see nor hear anything but only feel
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his pulsing penis in my hand, guiding it towards my welcoming
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hole...
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When finally it was positioned, I slowly started pressing his
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penis against my overheated womanhood. I could feel the entrance
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muscle, starting to soften as I applied pressure, dilating as his
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penis pushed forward. There was a sudden 'Pop' and his mushroom tip
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sank inside me, I gave out a loud moan of pleasure, simultaneously
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I heard John gasp...
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For more than 14 years, no one had been there, and for the first
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time I was doing it with someone else than my husband. For the
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first time I was letting my son enter me, letting my son fulfill
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our pleasure strive of lust, to tame my pussy in heat, letting
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happen the most perverted thing a mother could do with her son, to
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have intercourse...For the first time my beautiful son made love to
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a woman, and it would be me who was going to be his first...I was
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enjoying it, I tried to convince myself that it made no difference
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whether he was my son or not, and after all, he would still fuck
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some woman someday, so why not making it with someone who loves you
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most in this world, someone who won't cheat on you, someone with
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patience and the will of teaching the act of lovemaking...I've
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allways tried to give my sons what's best for them, now I would
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only give him the most beautiful pleasures a boy can receive...that
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couldn't be wrong as both enjoyed it, yes I would receive pleasures
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myself that I had for missed for so long, but we would have a great
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time together...Part of my brain desperatly tried to convince the
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other, why I should let this happen...but it was finally the
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feelings from 'down there' that made up my mind...
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It was bigger than I had expected, I think it was even bigger
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than Michael's had been. It felt wonderful having his mushroom tip
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just inside my entry muscle, enlarging my soaking wet canal,
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twitching. I was still holding his penis, when he couldn't hold it
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back any more. He pushed his big rod to the bottom in one plunge,
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slicing through my tight, oversoaked vagina like it was melting
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butter. I joined him in with a loud moan from the sudden thrust,
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then I felt it coming, beginning in my toes, legs starting to go
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limp, my vagina starting to contract, I was climaxing...The scene
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of making love to my own son in the a lake, seeking sexual
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fullfillment like never before, was highly erotic...It was the
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peak...
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"mmmpph...mphhh....I'm..coming...ahhhh...do it...do it to me...
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my son... do it....fill me up...", I couldn't talk, only give out
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guttural noises. In the frenzy I grabbed my son around his buttocks
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and started pushing his body tight against me. He got the idea and
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started humping me. He didn't last long, my orgasm-cramping vagina
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massaged his young, inexperienced and virginal, member merciless.
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He was so excited he gave me short humps and stabs with his mighty
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penis for only 5 or 6 times, but who cared how long he lasted, I
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was already coming hard. In the dizziness I was in I heard my son
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moan, pressing himself tight against my body, my breasts flattening
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against his boy-hairy chest, nipples erect, his penis filling me up
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to the brim.
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"Ohhhh...moooom...it's going to happen...ohhh...", then, as I
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was climaxing I felt a sudden twitch in his member, then another
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and another. I could feel the so familiar and for such a long time
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missed hot clinging juice filling my pussy and I realised that my
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loving son was shooting me full of his sperm, his incestuous
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sperm...our bodies shuddering with the intensity of our orgasmic
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pleasures, our genitals matching each other. Every time John's
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cunt-embedded penis spew out a new gooey load of his hot incestuous
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seed deep inside my belly, my pussy would clamp tightly around his
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flesh, milking merciless for it's precious honey. In the frenzy, I
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found myself squeezing his buttocks hard, then moving my hand to
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his small sac, starting to squeeze it gently, feeling the two nuts
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inside, small and tiny, but yet so manly, contracting as they were
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pumping out potent seed. By squeezing his sac in time with his
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contractions like Michael had taught me to, my pussy milking his
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penis in time with every outburst of his, I was helping his
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throbbing penis on its way to relief by squeezing out the virginal
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spunk his fresh testicles had produced for this heavenly act, the
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act of sex. It felt like my vagina had its own life, like its only
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goal was to dry-suck my beautiful son's and lover's lovemaking
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penis...
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We stayed embraced for what seemed like an eternity, the water
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gently licking our overheated bodies, the small waves making my
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big, womanly, soft, breasts, bouncing against my son's chest,
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nipples still erect, the excitement still showing, like a reminder
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of what we had done. John's lovemaking penis was still buried
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inside my now sperma- soaked pussy, however, it's present size and
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glory had diminished, but not the knowledge of the sinful, and yet
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so wonderful act we had done. It was now that it really started
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flushing my body, after the pleasure had subsided so much that I
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started to think more rational. I knew what incest was, I had read
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about it, and even seen some debates on our new purchased T.V. I
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knew it was an act of depravity, the ultimate thing a mother could
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do to her son. It was bad, forbidden by church and law. How could
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I let it happen? Giving in for my personal needs, sexual needs, I
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had for so long kept secret and hidden to myself? How could I let
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my own son loose on my body, the way I wanted and needed a man?
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Yes, maybe he had wanted it too, but after all, he was so young and
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innocent he didn't know what was wrong or right, he just followed
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his instincts, his sexual instincts...Oh...how wrong I had acted...
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"Ohh...what have we done..." I whispered in his ear, my brain
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getting aware of the fact I still had my hand firmly around his
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sac, still holding it gently. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I let go,
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feeling the shame flush...John was still holding me close to him,
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his hands around my buttocks in a steady grip, however he was more
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weak than I, and he didn't resist when I slowly parted from him. It
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wasn't until his penis slid out of my cum-filled vagina, that he
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awoke from his dreamy state... he blushed, looking me in my eyes...
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"I'm so sorry...I...It's my fault...I...I don't know what got
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into me...", I heard myself stammering, tears filling my eyes...
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"Ohh...how could I let it happen..."...by now I was crying
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openly, ashamed of the dirty act I had just done...one of the most
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deprived things a woman could do...how could I forgive
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myself...how?
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I felt two strong hands embracing me, John's body pressed tight
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to me... "It's all right mom, it really is...don't cry...it felt
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wonderful...in fact...I've never, ever, felt this good in my entire
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life!"
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~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I
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~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
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* * * * * * * *
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Chapter III
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I was in uproar for the rest of the day. Tim appeared pretty
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soon after our love-session, and we had to drop the subject.
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However, my mind was split, I was very distracted and my head was
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in turmoil. During the ride home, I could feel my still sex-aching
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vagina get stimulated from the movements in the saddle...but most
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of all, I could feel John's virginal sperm, which he had deposited
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inside of me only minutes earlier, squishing and squelching out of
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my tunnel of love only to soak my panties, making them stick and
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clib between my thighs. Thus reminding me of our lovemaking...
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At home, I tried to do my chores, fixing some dinner, washing,
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but my mind kept wandering away, reminding me of the sinful but yet
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so pleasurable act earlier. I needed to be alone for awhile, to
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think my situation over. I couldn't even look my own son in his
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eyes any longer, avoiding eye-contact, feeling shame and guilt
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flushing my body every time my eyes met his, every time I had to
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talk to him.
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I wanted to talk with John about what had happened, but I
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couldn't. I had wanted to clear some things out, maybe to tell him
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I was sorry, that we should forget all about it, on the other hand
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I wasn't able to conduct such a discussion in the state of
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decomposure I was in...I was really happy when Tim was around, it
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felt much more easier...
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**
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That night John came to me. I somehow knew it would happen
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again, and yes, I was hoping for him to come. I knew what the
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sex-urge was, how hard it was resisting it, how easy it was to give
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in. If I needed it so bad, then how much more did my son need it?
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I knew from experience what the sex-drive meant for a youngster...I
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knew that by letting him take a bite from the forbidden apple, he
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would want it all, and he would come after more. I knew I wasn't
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strong enough to stop him, I wanted it as bad as him, missing it
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for so long... That night when my son came into my room, I knew our
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lives would change. Nothing would be the same...ever.
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I was lying awake, thinking of the day, remembering the
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wonderful few moments I had had on my birthday, the moments of pure
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love my son had given to me, the loving moments, so dangerous and
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immoral, but so pleasurable and heavenly. However they were blurry.
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Blurry with the feeling of guilt and sin. Then I couldn't remember
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everything straight. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the pure
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excitement...
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I was fingering myself for the second time since I had gone to
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bed when I heard my bedroom door open.
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"Mom, are you awake", hearing John's whispering voice really
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startled me, I was hoping with all my hart that he would come to
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me, knowing how sinful it would be...I had awaited him, like a
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woman awaits her secret lover at night...
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"Yes, John, I'm awake...".
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I could see the shadow of his body in the pale moonshine
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shooting through our window. He sat down on my bed, facing me.
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"Mom, are you still mad at me?"
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"Oh..no John, how could I be mad at you? Why do you think that?"
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"Well...after you know...what happened at the lake, you haven't
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talked to me...or... anything...you don't even look at me..."
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"Come here John.", I sat up in bed, and hugged him motherly, as
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I had done for so many times, only this time I felt other strange
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feelings overwhelm my body than just motherly love. Oh how I wanted
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my son, the man that I had given birth to, the man I had nursed,
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the man I had washed and taken care of. The same man was now
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driving me crazy with animal lust, feelings I couldn't show to my
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son. I wanted him, but at the same time I knew how wrong it would
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be...
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I hugged him closely to me, rocking our bodies, feeling the
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warmth from his chest spread to my breasts through my thin
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night-gown and my son's payama, my nipples getting erect.
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"No, my son, it's not that I'm mad at you, it's just that...what
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happened at the lake today shouldn't have happened. It was bad of
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me to let things get out of hand. Maybe it was the wine, I don't
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know really...You're big enough to know about what happened today,
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to understand that a mother isn't supposed to do such a thing to
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her child...it's bad. They call it incest, something forbidden by
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law."
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"But mom, you didn't do anything to me, it was something that
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just happened...I wanted it to happen to, it's really my fault, and
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I'm sorry you're mad at me..."
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"No John, at that moment I wanted it to happen, but it's a bad
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thing to want that. But you see...it's been..an awful long time
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since I've been with...someone...a woman needs a man, exactly like
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a man needs a woman...I guess I got too crazy to think... I'm not
|
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trying to excuse myself...I know I can't...but I just want to...to
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explain..."...my concience was loosing the grip, without thinking,
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my hands were caressing John's back, occasioanlly gripping his
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buttocks, my body pressed tightly to his..."Oh John, forgive me,
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please do...I wanted you so...I wanted to feel a man, even though
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you're my son." I was pressing myself even tighter, my body
|
|
squirming, my mouth kissing his eyes, his beuatiful and innocent
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eyes..."I'm sorry of what happened, but I needed you so bad, I
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understand if you...I..if you wont forgive me...I needed you!".
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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
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had sex. I could go on forever... "I'm sorry John, I'm so
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sorry...we shouldn't...be...doing..." I found my hand patting his
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|
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 absolutly
|
|
nothing, it was pure nonsense...
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Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my
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big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the thin silky fabric, like
|
|
he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting mine, lips cealing around
|
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eachother, 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 lustfilled,
|
|
ready to make up...
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One moment we were fondling eachothers bodies. My hand reaching
|
|
down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the payama
|
|
pants, simultaneously, John's hands sqeezing my breasts, his hands
|
|
working freneticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like all
|
|
boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.
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|
The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon
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|
painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat,
|
|
moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping me,
|
|
but we still had our clothes on. Our mouths met, his hands still
|
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fondling with my breasts...then I felt his member jerk fastly, 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...
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|
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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.
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|
|
|
After a minute or so, he regained his senses, only to find that
|
|
my hand had reached into his sperma-soaked payama 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 memeber, 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 oftenly very fast when reaching orgasm
|
|
the first times...but what they lacked in experience, they made up
|
|
when it came to the number of times...I still hadn't cum, and I
|
|
needed it bad...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..."
|
|
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|
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, geniatals 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. But after this night, the relationship between me and my
|
|
son 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 allready 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 easely, 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 lustcraving 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
|
|
mercyless. 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 freneticaly.
|
|
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 creame 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 strenght, 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 centra of love, my
|
|
penis-filled vagina.
|
|
|
|
"Ohhh...John...I'm going to cum...anhhh...don't
|
|
stop...annnhh..."
|
|
|
|
Uncontrolably, my cum-filled hole started twitching and
|
|
squeezing my son's young penis, finally I had found the end of my
|
|
strive. I was sqeezing 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 eachother,
|
|
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?"
|
|
|
|
"Allright...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 I and Michael 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 now 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. The same place was now being used by John, 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...
|
|
|
|
~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I
|
|
~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
|
|
|
|
* * * * * * * *
|
|
Chapter IV
|
|
|
|
To wake up from an erotic dream is a very beuatiful and sexy
|
|
experience, it makes you feel like having butterflies in your belly
|
|
all day long. But to wake up, only to find they are true, is
|
|
somehting even more erotic. That was the way I woke up.
|
|
|
|
John was at it again. His morning erection playing on my naked
|
|
thigh as he was dryhumping my slender leg, playing with my soft
|
|
breasts. Only this time, he wasn't only fondling with them, he was
|
|
sucking my nipples like he had done once before, when he was a
|
|
baby-boy and I used to nurse him.
|
|
|
|
I put my arm around him, caressing his dark-brown hair. He
|
|
looked up at me with his beautiful and innocent eyes and almost
|
|
smiled at me with them, then he concentrated on sucking my breasts
|
|
again. It felt so good, it reminded me of how much I enjoyed this
|
|
when he was a child, when I could produce milk for him. He was
|
|
sucking harder and harder, like he expected something from them,
|
|
something I couldn't give him any longer...
|
|
|
|
After a minute or so of this treatment, I noticed his erecting
|
|
member had started to pump out some pre-cum on my thigh, smearing
|
|
it out, tickling my nakedness... I knew he was not far from
|
|
excitement, but I wanted to do something special this morning than
|
|
just let him make love to me in his 'unexperienced fashion'. This
|
|
morning I would teach him something new, that could be enjoyed very
|
|
much...Something Michael had taught me and done with me...
|
|
|
|
Slowly, not disturbing his session, I rolled on top of him,
|
|
straddling his belly, my big breasts hanging down in his face. He
|
|
tried to enter me, but I was way to up on his belly for him to
|
|
reach the place he was looking for.
|
|
|
|
"Good morning my love, would you like me to show you something?"
|
|
|
|
He let go of my saliva dripping nipple. My breasts bouncing
|
|
against his innocent face, his head in my cleavage.
|
|
|
|
"Can't we just...just do it? I really need it...I need it bad!"
|
|
|
|
"I know you do my love, but I want to make it even better for
|
|
you...I want to show you something that feels very good to you, I
|
|
promise you'll enjoy it at least as much as making love...and
|
|
honey, it's called making love..."
|
|
|
|
I spoke to him in a soft seducing voice, letting my big soft
|
|
breasts play on his face, my body riding his belly, my wet
|
|
womanhood leaking love-juices on his skin, smearing him with it,
|
|
like I was giving him massage. I knew I was still a sexy woman who
|
|
could turn on most guys, so I pouted with my lips, and whispered "I
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just want to please you the best way I can..."
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I didn't wait for an answer...gently, not disturbing the
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beautiful moment, I slid down his belly, til I reached his magic
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pole, letting his penis provocativly run in the crack of my
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womanhood. He started stabbing me with his love-tool, jerking his
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hips upwards to meet my vagina, but I was prepared for this. I
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continued down his legs...moving as easy and gingerly as mist,
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facing him, looking him in his eyes, leaning forward, thus letting
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my big breasts hang loosly, dingling and swaying in rhythm with my
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movements.
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"Part your legs honey..."
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Slowly, like in a trance he did so. I let his penis play in the
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crack of my breasts, giving them a squeeze from each side. Mashing
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his rod between my softness, watching some of his crystal-clear
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pre-cum dribble out of his hot-looking penis glistening, his sexy
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purple-coloured mushroom-head, between my pale flesh. It was
|
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fascinating, so beautiful, so simple, naked skin to skin. Again he
|
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started stabbing me with his manhood, sliding his penis up in the
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soft, fleshy cleavage. Again I was prepared for it and continued my
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strive downwards.
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I lay down on my belly, straddling his leg, letting my wet
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softness play on his naked shin as I rode his muscular but still
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boyish and almost hairless leg, my clitoris springing to full
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attention, my breasts on each side of his thigh.
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I looked him in his beautiful eyes, smiling to him, smiling that
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seductive smile I knew could drive Michael crazy with lust. I
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didn't feel obliged to this, I had never been with Michael either.
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It was something I liked to do, I knew how good it felt, and I
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wanted to give all possible love and pleasure to my son, thanking
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him for the wonderful awakening he had given me. I knew that the
|
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love between us, the way it had been just a day earlier, would
|
|
never come back. Our love was not only the natural love between
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mother and son, but the sofisticated love and affection as for two
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lovers, the game of giving and taking. The game of giving an
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receiving pleasure in the most exciting way. I knew it was wrong to
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do this kind of things, but I somehow accepted it, understanding
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that I liked it, my son liked it, and as long as no one found out,
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we could both enjoy this great time for as long as John wanted. Of
|
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course, there would come a time when John would have to go his own
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way, to find his life companion, his own girl to love and care for.
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I would urge him to do so, he couldn't get stuck with me for the
|
|
rest of my life. Maybe it was good for him to have an older, more
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knowing woman guide him in the intricate world of sexuality, to
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show him everything and to teach him the beauties and the most
|
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pleasurable ways. Maybe this could help him in the future. And
|
|
after all, would it that bad besides the mere act of incest if it
|
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was with the person who loved him the most, a person who he could
|
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rely fully on, a woman who would do anything for him, any request,
|
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his very own mother? Someday he would be someone else's lover, but
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until then I was his and he was mine, that was what mattered at
|
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that point. What we were doing, wasn't hurting anyone. He liked it
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and I liked it.
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Maybe today, I would have proceeded differently, I don't know,
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but I probably wouldn't, after all, knowing of how great our
|
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relationship has been...how great it still is...
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So I proceded with my illegal but so pleasurable seduction of my
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willing son.
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I lowered my head down, opened my mouth and let my son's wet
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penis slide inside my hot warmth.
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"Ohhh...MOM!"
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I watched my son deeply in his eyes, that were as big as onions
|
|
from the sudden surprise, his body jerking as I had entered his
|
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love-shaft inside my craving mouth, his jaw hanging loose, mouth
|
|
open.
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|
I could smell the muscy perfume from his love-tool, my nostrils
|
|
fluttering with delight and anticipation from the so familiar and
|
|
longtime missed smell. I could taste his manly secretions from his
|
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rod, still just keeping him inside my mouth, letting my saliva soak
|
|
his shaft, washing his member and letting it mingle with his lovely
|
|
penis extracts.
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|
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|
Gently I started twirling my tongue over and around his mushroom
|
|
tip, feeling the sharp edge, playing with my tongue over his pee-
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|
hole, wandering down along his penis, I explored each vein of his
|
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lovely member.
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|
John had a hard time holding still, his eyes had closed, his
|
|
head was leaned backwards, his hips trying to hump my face. I knew
|
|
this was the time, his moans got louder, his body squirming faster
|
|
and more violently...I sucked, I sucked for dear life, like it was
|
|
the only thing that would keep me alive. I was nursing my own son's
|
|
penis like he had once nursed my breasts, awaiting the moment of
|
|
truth, his milkish semen, like he had once sucked my breasts dry
|
|
for motherly milk. His hands were suddenly around my head, pulling
|
|
my head down on his rod. I knew what he wanted. I started moving my
|
|
head up and down, like I would be fucking him. Fuck, what an
|
|
obscene word, but it was the most appropriate word for this act.
|
|
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|
It didn't take my son more than a few seconds before I could
|
|
feel the so familiar sweel of his tip, his pre-cum dripping out of
|
|
his member. A sudden, "Ohhhhh....ohhhhh....", then I felt a hard
|
|
twitch, a jerk, and I could sense the hot sticky seed pump inside
|
|
my eagerly sucking mouth. I wanted his first blow-job, to be the
|
|
best ever for him, something to look back to. Maybe his girlfriend
|
|
wouldn't like to do this to him when he got one, so he would have
|
|
something very memorable... I grabbed his small sac with my hand,
|
|
and with every jerk, I squeezed gently his testicles, feeling them
|
|
work freely as they were pumping out potent spunk in my mouth. And
|
|
with every jerk of his penis, I sucked as hard as I could, forcing
|
|
his ejaculating penis pump out all the bitter and salty taste of my
|
|
lover's cream, emptying his testicles, the fresh load of his
|
|
wonderful milk filling my belly.
|
|
|
|
At first, oral-sex to me was pretty discusting, however Michael
|
|
had shown me that it could be one of the most pleasurable things
|
|
for both women and men. After doing it a couple of times with him,
|
|
I learned to keep his semen in my mouth, after that I stopped
|
|
spitting it out. From not really liking the strange spicy
|
|
love-cream, I learned to love the taste of it, I learned to enjoy
|
|
swallowing it, feeling the gooey hotness dribble down my throat,
|
|
tasting every drop of it. I became an addict to it.
|
|
|
|
John was shaking with excitement as he was climaxing, every
|
|
muscle apperead on his young body, showing he was a young man, and
|
|
not a boy any longer. His manhood was spewing out his manly juices,
|
|
filling my mouth as he was jerking uncontrolably. I tasted his
|
|
sperm, enjoying the spicy and bitter taste of caviar, his hot cream
|
|
running down my throat as I swallowed. I enjoyed feeling his gooey
|
|
load ejaculate in my mouth. It was so hot to know I was drinking
|
|
his cum, the essence of masculinity, the essence of life, the
|
|
essence of my own son.
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
His cum had stopped oozing out, his penis was semi-erect, still
|
|
in my mouth. His body had relaxed, the squirming had stopped. I was
|
|
still holding his small sac in my hand massaging it carefully, the
|
|
other hand around the base of his penis, in a firm grip, keeping it
|
|
hard by not letting the blood leave his love-stick. My tongue was
|
|
playing on the tip of his rod, washing it with my saliva, cleaning
|
|
it up.
|
|
|
|
He opened his eyes, our glances met. I sucked all the excessive
|
|
liquids that covered his hardening penis, and swallowed, once more
|
|
tasting his muscy aroma. Then I let it slide out of my mouth,
|
|
slowly I crawled up to his side, my hand working on his growing
|
|
penis, masturbating my son.
|
|
|
|
"Did you like that John?", I asked him, with a whispering voice.
|
|
|
|
"Ohh, yeah mom...I..I never knew you could...could do it that
|
|
way...", he was looking at me like he still didn't believed what I
|
|
had done...
|
|
|
|
"Ohh yes John, there's a lot of ways one can receive plesures
|
|
from, this is only one...it's called oral sex..."
|
|
|
|
I looked him deep into his brown eyes, he was so beautiful, I
|
|
never thought I would wake up beside a man again. I never thought
|
|
I would receive and give pleasures to someone in the night as well
|
|
as in the morning. I never thought that John would ever agree on
|
|
it, it was out of the question. Now when we both had accepted it,
|
|
I knew this would come to last. He was so beautiful and virile, a
|
|
young stud. I almost laughed at the thought of comparing him with
|
|
a young wild horse...
|
|
|
|
I bent down, my breasts falling down on his chest, and I kissed
|
|
him. Feeling his mouth pressed tight to mine, I let my lips open,
|
|
then I started to play on his lips with my tongue, forcing it into
|
|
his opening mouth.
|
|
|
|
Suddenly I felt his hard penis play on my thigh, he was ready to
|
|
go for another shot. But I wanted something else...
|
|
|
|
"John", I whispered, "would you like to do a favour to me?".
|
|
|
|
"uhh..yeah..mom."
|
|
|
|
I rolled off him, lying on my back, I took his hand, parted my
|
|
slender legs and guided his hand down to my wet hole. I started
|
|
massaging myself with his hand, and soon he caught it. He started
|
|
playing with his fingers on my mound...making me part my legs even
|
|
more.
|
|
|
|
"Ohhh...John...it feels so good...play with your fingers...
|
|
uuhhhmmm...", I was so hot, my liquids pouring out of me as he was
|
|
playing, still very uncertain of himself, with my love cave.
|
|
|
|
Slowly, not wanting to disturb him, I crawled up in bed, my head
|
|
resting on the pillows...his head was at my belly. I put my hands
|
|
on his head, gently pushing him downwards...
|
|
|
|
"Ohhh...", I heard him whisper. He was down between my opened
|
|
legs. Looking directly into my pussy, the place he had once come
|
|
from. It felt so strange to have a man between my legs again, to
|
|
have my own son look into my most secret place, but I didn't have
|
|
any second thoughts. His hand was making miracles down there...
|
|
|
|
I accomodated myself with the pillow under my head so I could
|
|
see the entire act. Gently I started caressing his dark-brown hair,
|
|
the same colour as my pubic hair, watching his surprised gaze on my
|
|
pussy. In the amazement he had forgotten everything, so carefully,
|
|
not disturbing his view, I grabbed his hand and started to move it
|
|
on my flesh in circles...
|
|
|
|
Slowly, I parted my legs as much as I could, bending the knees
|
|
and bringing the legs up towards my belly, finding, that it was the
|
|
same position I had once had when I had given birth to John, only
|
|
now he was a big boy, with manly desires, a stallion between his
|
|
mother's legs.
|
|
|
|
He gave out yet another "ohhh", when seeing my pussy open up in
|
|
front of his face, my inner lips protruding, my cave appearing to
|
|
be seen by his eyes for the very first time.
|
|
|
|
"mmmm....John...move your hand like that...it feels so good..."
|
|
|
|
He somehow got it, and started moving his hand with fascination,
|
|
feeling my soft womanly flesh, slick with juices, play under his
|
|
fingers.
|
|
|
|
Not disturbing his fingering, I parted my lips with my fingers,
|
|
making my hard and bloodfilled clitoris appear.
|
|
|
|
He was only inches away from my steaming pussy. He was looking
|
|
at it like in a trance, watching the entrance to my vagina expand,
|
|
thus making the hole appear.
|
|
|
|
"Would you like to put your finger inside of me John?"
|
|
|
|
"Can I...I mean..."
|
|
|
|
"Sure honey...I would love that, just be careful...so you don't
|
|
scratch me..."
|
|
|
|
I felt his unexperienced index finger probe at the entrance,
|
|
then it found it's way in, sinking into my slippery slit like it
|
|
was melting butter.
|
|
|
|
"mmmmhhh....that feels really good...", I moaned, feeling his
|
|
finger slide in as far as it could go...
|
|
|
|
"ohhh...it's so wet mom..."
|
|
|
|
"Yes John, it is...it becomes that way when a woman gets
|
|
excited...it's designed that way to make the pecker enter more
|
|
easier into the pussy...you do know what those things are..." I
|
|
wanted to ease up the tension by talking a little to him...
|
|
|
|
"I...I know what pecker is...but not the other...the other word"
|
|
|
|
"Well, it's where you have your finger right now...some call it
|
|
vagina, others call it cunt...but I prefer pussy...", I moaned when
|
|
I felt his finger bend inside my vagina. "mmmm...move it in and out
|
|
of me and wriggle it just like that honey...like you would with
|
|
your pecker...it makes me feel good that way...the same way it
|
|
makes you feel good."
|
|
|
|
He did as I asked him, watching in fascination as my pussy would
|
|
respond to his finger. Each time he pushed it in me, my entrance
|
|
would sink inwards almost collapsing, and each time he withdrew his
|
|
juice covered finger, my pussy would follow his finger outwards,
|
|
like it didn't want to let go of it...
|
|
|
|
I started to massage my clitoris with my fingers while my son
|
|
was in my pussy with his. He was right, I was so wet between my
|
|
legs, the sex-act so far had made me all excited, making my juices
|
|
flow frow my cave, some dribbling out, smearing my slender thighs.
|
|
|
|
"mmmmmm...uhmmmm, yes....it feels so good John...rub this little
|
|
bud here with your thumb while you play with your
|
|
finger....ahhhh....that's the way....mmmmmm...."
|
|
|
|
John was a quick learner, fascinated by what he saw, looking in
|
|
trance at the strange process that happened only inches away from
|
|
his beautiful face.
|
|
|
|
He was doing what I loved the most when Michael was fingering my
|
|
pussy, I had learned that I enjoyed feeling a finger or a penis
|
|
inside my pussy while he was tickling my clitoris with his other
|
|
finger or thumb. Now John was giving me the same treatment...and I
|
|
wasn't far from orgasm...
|
|
|
|
"mmmm...that's right...put in a...ahhh...one more....
|
|
finger...", he did what I asked, and soon I felt another finger
|
|
slide into the depths of my pussy, accompanying the other as he
|
|
expanded my hole further...
|
|
|
|
"ahhhh...faster....faster John..."
|
|
|
|
Then it came, so fast and mercyless, like a tornado, taking my
|
|
body up to heights of plesure and relief. My pussy clamping around
|
|
his fingers, jerking and twitching as I came in a ravaging orgasm.
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
I was caressing his hair, his fingers had ceased playing in my
|
|
sensitive hole, my pussy still giving an occasional twitch in the
|
|
aftermath of the orgasm.
|
|
|
|
"What happened mom, did I hurt you or anything?"
|
|
|
|
"No John, it felt marvelous..."
|
|
|
|
"Can I play with...it...some more?"
|
|
|
|
I smiled at him softly, played my hand on his hair, enjoying the
|
|
sense of the aftermath...
|
|
|
|
"Yes John...you can play with my...pussy...", it felt strange to
|
|
say that word to my son, even though he was looking straight into
|
|
my juice dripping hole. "...you can play with my pussy every time
|
|
you'd like to..."
|
|
|
|
"Really mom?"
|
|
|
|
He inserted one of his fingers into my sticky hole, sawing it in
|
|
and out of me, like moments earlier.
|
|
|
|
"Anytime you'd like, it will be ready waiting for you..", I
|
|
moaned feeling his little finger wriggling inside my sensitive
|
|
flesh, "play your thumb on the little bud...that's what drives a
|
|
girl crazy..."
|
|
|
|
"You mean this..?" he asked, looking up at me.
|
|
|
|
"Yes lover, it's called clitoris...that's were the woman gets
|
|
very excited when touching her..."
|
|
|
|
I looked down at my son, he looked so concentrated, so occupied
|
|
and devoted to what he was doing, transfixed by the act...
|
|
|
|
"It's so beautiful..." I heard him whisper.
|
|
|
|
"Would you like to do something even more beautiful, something
|
|
that would give me even more pleasures honey?"
|
|
|
|
"Uhuh..."
|
|
|
|
Gently I pushed his head towards the entrance to my pussy. I
|
|
felt a little hesitation at first, but then he gave in. This was
|
|
what I had waited for...
|
|
|
|
"Please John, lick me down there..."
|
|
|
|
I saw him look up at me, hesitantly, like not believing what I
|
|
was asking him to do, then his tentative tounge touched my
|
|
fluttering lips.
|
|
|
|
"...mmmm...yes John...that's right...play with your tongue on
|
|
that little bud...", I showed him that I meant my clitoris,
|
|
"...ahhhh...yes....".
|
|
|
|
He was a quick learner, and I didn't have to instruct him what
|
|
I wanted him to do. It came so natural for him. I felt tears coming
|
|
in my eyes from the excitement and love for my child. The child
|
|
that now so affectionatly was giving me such a pleasure, like only
|
|
one man before had ever done.
|
|
|
|
I watched in fascination as he was flickering his tongue on my
|
|
clitors, rewarding me with loving feelings, playing in the crack of
|
|
my pussy, and then occasionally he let it dart in and out of my
|
|
steaming cave, my juices pouring out of me...
|
|
|
|
"...uuunnhhhh...unhhh...yes...that's right...go on...faster...
|
|
faster my love...I'm going...to...cuuuuummmmm....annnhhh..."
|
|
|
|
I felt the familiar tingling in my toes, then came the torrent,
|
|
my pussy exploding in pleasure as it was cramping around his little
|
|
tongue. My legs had locked him up between my thighs, forcing his
|
|
face tight to my lips, my hips grinding without control against his
|
|
beautiful face, smearing my juices on his face, my pussy almost
|
|
wanting to take his entire head inside of me. To have him inside my
|
|
womb like I had once so long ago.
|
|
|
|
My entire body was shivering as waves of lust took control of
|
|
me, mercyless making it twitch and jerk with lust and wonderful
|
|
feelings...I was in heaven...
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
Slowly I awoke from the trance I had been in, finding that John
|
|
was plying with his fingers on me, occasionally giving me a lick
|
|
while he was stroking his erected member.
|
|
|
|
"Thank you John...it felt...so good..."
|
|
|
|
He stopped masturbating and looked up at me with his beautiful
|
|
eyes.
|
|
|
|
"I never knew girls could like it that bad...I only thought
|
|
boys...I thought girls hated these kind of things...at least...
|
|
that's what I've heard...I mean..."
|
|
|
|
I smiled at him, caressing his hair again, motherly, like I had
|
|
done so many times before.
|
|
|
|
"...as I told you my love, you have a lot to learn...girls will
|
|
like it as much as boys will. Only they hide it...they don't want
|
|
to admit it..."
|
|
|
|
"Mom."
|
|
|
|
"Yes my son, what is on your mind?"
|
|
|
|
"Could we do it...I mean...like we did it yesterday... I really
|
|
need it...could we? Please mom?"
|
|
|
|
"Sure honey...I can see you need it...I guess it's that way when
|
|
you're young...come here..."
|
|
|
|
I opened up my arms, he crawled up, his body moving like a mist,
|
|
his body pressed tight to mine, my breasts crushing under his
|
|
weight...
|
|
|
|
Momentarily he started humping me, however, his penis was just
|
|
playing on my belly. I lowered my hand, gripped his wet penis, and
|
|
showed him the entrance...
|
|
|
|
"That's it lover...push it in slowly now...ahhhhhh...." I didn't
|
|
have to wait long for him to enter me. He burried his love stick to
|
|
the hilt in me with one mighty plunge. I was so well lubricated
|
|
that it went in and out so easily.
|
|
|
|
He came soon. He had only been humping me for half a minute or
|
|
so, then it was too much for him. The rhythm increased as he neared
|
|
his climax, then with a sighing "oohhhh moooom..." he burried his
|
|
member as deep as he could, his small sac smacking against my
|
|
buttocks, his body started shivering as he exploded inside my
|
|
pussy, his hot sticky cum spurting deep inside my waiting
|
|
hole....Surge after surge of love-juices erupting as I was
|
|
squeezing his buttocks, pressing his crotch close to mine, our
|
|
genitals being one, grinding against eachother in a strive of
|
|
sexual relief.
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
I didn't let his member go limp, after all I hadn't orgasmed
|
|
with him inside me yet, and I really wanted him to make me cum one
|
|
final time.
|
|
|
|
His penis was still twitching when I rolled ontop of him, our
|
|
mouths meeting in a deep kiss, my drooling tongue playing inside
|
|
his wet mouth, meeting his tongue.
|
|
|
|
I slid down his body, til I reached his semi-erect penis. I
|
|
looked up at him, he was in heaven, his eyes squirming as I saw
|
|
drools of beautiful white sperm still dribbling out of his
|
|
mushroom-like slit.
|
|
|
|
I took him inside my mouth, sucking his sensitive penis as hard
|
|
as I could, sucking out all the excessive spunk out of his hot
|
|
member which mixed with the juices from my hole he had been inside
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only moments earlier. I let the liquids play on my tastebuds,
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enjoying the taste of our mingled cum, then swallowing. With my
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hands I was holding his little sac, squeezing it gently while
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working my other hand up and down rhythmically, masturbating him.
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"Ohhhh...moooommm....", his hands were pressing my head down on
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his penis, and I knew what he wanted. Slowly, but still with the
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sucking motion, I started moving my head up and down on his shaft,
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thus turning my mouth into an artificial vagina, only that my hot
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mouth was sucking him hard like a vagina could never do.
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I could feel the taste of his pre-cum, and knew this was the
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time. I let him go out of my mouth, watching as a string of cum and
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saliva clang between his penis and my lips. Eagerly I darted my
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tongue out and cut it, lapping it up, letting my tongue move
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lightly on his mushroom tip, tickling his purpour coloured penis.
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I gave it a final kiss, tenderly my lips closing around it while
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my tongue played on it, leaving a large amount of juices and
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saliva. Then I proceeded with the strive for relief.
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I straddled him, in a riding position, my big breasts hanging
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only inches from his face. Grabbing his penis with my hand I played
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with it in the crack of my slit, then finally guiding it to the
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entrance, positioning it. I was so wet with the previous cum, still
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oozing out of me, and his penis so wet with my spit and his cum,
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that when lowering myself on his intruder, it went in so easily
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that it felt like it was meant to be inside of me forever.
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Gently I started riding him in a slow rhythm, feeling his big
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shaft plunge into the depth of me, every time I lowered myself down
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on him.
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I looked him in the eyes, saw the hot glances of an animal in
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heat in my son. I lowered my upper body so that my breasts reached
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his face, bumping against it, guiding them so he could suck on my
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nipples.
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"Please John, play with my breasts...please suck on them...
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anhhhh... that's right..."
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John was more than eager to fulfill my wish, the passion was so
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tremendous that no one can understand how good it felt, only true
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lovers. There was no right or wrong, no legal or illegal, moral or
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immoral act. It was pure lust and desire. Love and affection for my
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son.
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I orgasmed twice, while I was riding him, then he came inside of
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me, once more filling me up with his loving semen, the evidence of
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how much he loved me.
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**
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After our wonderful love session, and some more playing, we got
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out of bed. It was still very early, and John reluctantly tip-toed
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to his room after trying to stay "a little while longer". I
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persuaded him, after letting him suck on my motherly breasts once
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more, to go to his room, and go to sleep, after all, it was Monday,
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and that meant he would have to leave for his summer-job and
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besides, I needed some sleep too.
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I sprawled out on the bed, naked, the sheets clinging to my body
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from the sweat and the cum, and I started caressing my swollen and
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somewhat soure pussy. Sticking a finger up inside me, I could feel
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his seed from the two climaxes. I played a little with myself,
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tasting the cum from my pussy, savouring the taste and remembering
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the wonderful moments only minutes ago. I thought of going to the
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bathroom and wash myself up, especially my genitals, to minimize
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the risk of getting pregnant, but I put the idea aside. I knew my
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son was fertile, but I reasoned it would after all be too late for
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that now. Besides, I liked knowing I had my son's spunk inside of
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me, even though I knew it was a hazardous game, it kind of thrilled
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me, knowing I could get pregnant...
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~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I
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~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
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* * * * * * * *
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Chapter V
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When I awoke, it was almost 10 o'clock, and I was amazed at how
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long I had slept. I checked John's and Tim's rooms and saw they
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were gone. John worked on a ranch a few miles away, and Tim had a
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summer-job in town at a supermarket. I took a shower and fixed
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myself up.
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I started the week by doing the regular chores, which included
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laundring, cleaning the household, making myself some lunch and
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taking care of our stable which consisted of 4 beautiful horses and
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2 cows.
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Since Tim worked at the supermarket, he did all the shoppings,
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so I didn't have to bother going to town for groceries. Tim would
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take it with his motorette. When my boys got home I would have
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supper ready for them, and we would all eat together. Then we would
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play some cards, watch some television, and eventuallly we would go
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to bed, only that from now on John would share my bed. Every night
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from now on he could stay with me, to make love with me, to sleep
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with me like lovers do. I had a hard time all day long, thinking of
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John, wanting him every minute. I had to finger myself several
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times during the day, to relief myself.
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*
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It seemed like my longing was rewarded. It was about mid-day. I
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had just eaten some lunch and gone out to the stable getting some
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hay for the horses, and started feeding the cows when I heard the
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sound of hooves outside. At the entrance I saw John leading
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Blackie, his horse inside the barn.
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"Hi Mom!"
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"Hello John, you're early today..."
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"I guess so..."
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He led the horse into his box and unsaddled him, getting some
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hay for him...then he turned to me.
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Now when he was finally here with me, I didn't really know what
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to do...
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"I didn't expect you this early...so I didn't make any food...
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but I'll make you something if you want to...I mean if you're
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hungry.
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He had gotten to me and was standing only two-three feet away
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from me. Looking me in the eyes. I had a hard time enduring his
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glances and had to look in another direction.
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"I'm a little hungry...but that could wait..."
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"Well...maybe you'll help me fix the horses...they sure need
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some brushing...especially Blackie...you ought to take care of him
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better..."
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He was still looking at me, then I felt his strong arms around
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me, pressing me tight to him, my breasts feeling the warmth of his
|
|
sweaty shirt. His body was shivering like he was cold, but I knew
|
|
he wasn't shivering from that reason. His warm cheek against mine,
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|
his young beard-stubble tickling me, while his warm breath was
|
|
panting close to my naked neck.
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"Ohhh mom...I love you so much...", I heard him whisper in my
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ear.
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"I love you too, honey...I love you too...but this is so
|
|
wrong...we shouldn't be doing this...I shouldn't feel what I feel
|
|
for you, not in this way...". All day I had thought of John, of
|
|
making love to him, of receiving his delighting penis, but now when
|
|
I saw him, I had again received those feelings that this was
|
|
wrong...it was so...
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"mmm John...."
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He had knelt in front of me, his face pressed against my crotch,
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|
grinding, like he wanted to enter me with his head, his hands
|
|
around my thighs closing me in tight against him.
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I leaned backwards, against the wall, parting my legs, closing
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|
my eyes, letting it happen again...like I would for so many times
|
|
to come, over and over again...
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John got under my skirt, his hot breath tickling my crotch, his
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|
steamy breath wettening my allready damp panties. I started
|
|
caressing John's head thru the fabric. If it wouldn't be for the
|
|
strange bulge forming between my legs no one could guess that there
|
|
was a man down there... It was so exciting to feel his face on my
|
|
mound, his lips wettening the thin fabric of the panties, my vagina
|
|
letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin material.
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|
"...mmmm....it feels so good John...please...take off my
|
|
panties...I want to feel you close to me... please..."
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He did as I asked him. After a bit of struggle, I could feel the
|
|
enprisoning panties slide down my calves. I stepped out of them and
|
|
finally I was free...
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John proceeded directly, his tongue snaking inside the cleavage
|
|
of my pussy, licking up all the wonderful juices I was producing,
|
|
occasionally letting it enter me.
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I came very intense, my legs barely holding me up, almost
|
|
collapsing ontop of him as he darted his tongue in and out of my
|
|
climaxing pussy. I couldn't help it, but for the first time in my
|
|
life I screamed. I screamed like I had never screamed before. It
|
|
was like a roar, from an animal in heat, a roar of exctacy. My hole
|
|
body shivering...then came the wonderful aftermath...
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*
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I don't really know what happened after that, but I found myself
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|
on my back. My bra was unsnapped, my left breast hanging outside
|
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the unbottened shirt, John's mouth sucking hard at it. My skirt was
|
|
up at my waist, my naked legs spread wide and my lover's body
|
|
between them, his hips moving up and down on me as he was pounding
|
|
his member in and out of my slippery cunt. Then I felt him plunge
|
|
one final time, and he came with his warm seed deep inside my
|
|
belly, squirting his loving spunk into my womb...
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|
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|
I don't know who, but it sounded like my voice, told him to go
|
|
on, to 'fuck me again'. It was the first time I had ever said that
|
|
to my son, the first time I had uses such a coarse language, but I
|
|
was in such extacy, I didn't think, I only wanted pleasure.
|
|
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|
I entwingled my legs around him, locking him up inside of me,
|
|
his mouth meeting mine, tongues exchanging juices. Then I started
|
|
my vaginal massage on his shrinking penis. I knew I could do
|
|
miracles this way...and I did. The cramping of my pussy around his
|
|
precious member, working tight like a clamp around him, got him
|
|
hard in moments and soon he was pumping my cumfilled vagina anew.
|
|
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, we came together,
|
|
his penis filling my already cum soaked vagina once again with his
|
|
lovly cream, shooting deep inside me.
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|
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*
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|
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|
We lay close to eachother for a long time, playing with
|
|
eachothers' bodies, feeling the warmth spread, our sweat mingling
|
|
in the warmth while we were playing with our soaking and glistening
|
|
genitals. We didn't speak, we only touched, examining our bodies.
|
|
It was like magic in the air. It was true love and devotion. What
|
|
can be more beautiful than a mother's love for her child?
|
|
|
|
"It was fantastic John, I...I've never felt this good in my
|
|
whole life...you were wonderful to me." I hugged him close to me,
|
|
enjoying feeling his warmth, his slick rod in the crack of my cum
|
|
dripping vagina.
|
|
|
|
"I love you mom..."
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|
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|
"I love you too honey..."
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|
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*
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|
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|
Together, hand in hand, we went to the house to fix ourselves
|
|
up. I really needed it. My panties were all wet due to the John's
|
|
and my cum leaking out of me. It felt strange walking around with
|
|
cum soaked panties, my son's cum squishing between my legs, if felt
|
|
nasty!
|
|
|
|
I made John some late lunch while he was taking a shower and
|
|
then it was my turn...
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|
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*
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|
|
|
We were startled when we heard the sound of John's motorette
|
|
approach. We were completly lost in eachother. Time had passed so
|
|
quickly, it often does when one has a great time. After eating and
|
|
showering we lay on the sofa in the living room, John sprawled out
|
|
naked. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. He asked me if
|
|
I could 'make love to me with my mouth, like I had in the morning',
|
|
and I was more than happy to oblige. His penis was all red from the
|
|
daily adventures. After all, he had cum 5 times already today and
|
|
I was fascinated he had the power to get it erect. I wished I could
|
|
be young and vigorous like him again. But he did get hard, and once
|
|
more I tasted his sperm, if not as much creame as earlier, I
|
|
enjoyed tasting his precious seed that seemed to have drained the
|
|
last times he had ejaculated.
|
|
|
|
After I had given him as much pleasure as I could, I lay back on
|
|
bed, my morning robe open, legs parted while John licked my fresh
|
|
pussy, his hands fondling my swollen breasts.
|
|
|
|
Now, when we heard the motorette, the romantic trance broke, he
|
|
looked questioningly at me, I looked at him, seeing his face
|
|
glistening with my juices.
|
|
|
|
"Tim is coming!". With that both of us got up, there was an
|
|
instance of panic. "I'm going upstairs to get dressed" I said, John
|
|
had already started to put his clothes on.
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
It felt odd to have Tim around. In some ways it was good, I
|
|
could do some thinking, to try and accept that I was having a
|
|
relationship with my son, and not only mother/son, but sexual as
|
|
well as a relationship based on two lovers feelings towards
|
|
eachother. I also needed some time to calm down. My pussy was
|
|
hurting a little, all swollen and red. On the other hand I got so
|
|
nervous and impatient to have Tim around. Most of all I would have
|
|
wanted to be alone with John, to have him for myself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I was afraid of looking at John, fearing that our sinful
|
|
relationship could somehow be understood.
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
When I was doing the dishes from supper, John came into the
|
|
kitchen and hugged me tight to him fom behind. I could feel his
|
|
erect penis thru his pants, pressing tight against my buttocks. His
|
|
hands were around my breasts, sqeezing them hard, his breath
|
|
tickling my neck and ear while he started humping my buttocks with
|
|
his enprisoned member...
|
|
|
|
"Wait John, not here...not now...Tim could come in by mistake...
|
|
do you understand?"
|
|
|
|
"Can't we go to your room and...make love?" he asked with a
|
|
whispering voice...
|
|
|
|
"We can't do it now and here, we'll have to wait...but I'd love
|
|
to be with you tonight, if you'd want that I mean. You could come
|
|
to my room after Tim is asleep...remember to lock our door...".
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
That night he came to me, and we made passionate love for hours,
|
|
feeling eachother up, tasting eachother. And from now on he came to
|
|
me every night. John didn't go to his summer-job anymore, he said
|
|
he wanted to be with me and to make love to me all the time. At
|
|
first I protested, not wanting him to get obsessed by me, but I
|
|
needed him as bad as he needed me.
|
|
|
|
Not only did my love for him increase, but so did his technique
|
|
when it came to sex. He learned to hold on to the wonderful feeling
|
|
before orgasm, to prelong the time before climaxing, thus giving me
|
|
even more pleasure. He became a great lover.
|
|
|
|
First thing in the morning when we awoke was that he gave me one
|
|
or two fresh loads of his semen inside me, and such was the last
|
|
thing before going to sleep in eachothers arms. During the day we
|
|
would make love like animals, anywhere, everywhere and in anyway
|
|
possible. He learned there were several positions, however he liked
|
|
the missionary and me riding him the most. He was fascinated by my
|
|
breasts, he could lick and suck them for hours, that until he
|
|
learned about breast sex...
|
|
|
|
I knew what the result of our lovemaking would be, I was afraid,
|
|
afraid that people would find out, that John would get angry at me,
|
|
but I wanted it so bad, I couldn't stop it from happening...it was
|
|
my destiny...
|
|
|
|
~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (6/10)
|
|
~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
|
|
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* * * * * * * *
|
|
Chapter VI
|
|
|
|
"John, there's something I have to tell you..."
|
|
|
|
"...go ahead mom."
|
|
|
|
"I'm pregnant!"
|
|
|
|
He stopped sucking my nipples and looked up at me, a string of
|
|
his sticky saliva hanging from his mouth to me erected and
|
|
blood-filled nipple, our glances meeting, a questioning expression
|
|
on his face...
|
|
|
|
I had been as startled myself when I had missed my period
|
|
several days. I had gone to the pharmacy to find out with a
|
|
self-test. Even though that during the last month we had been
|
|
making love like rabbits, I couldn't believe that I was really
|
|
pregnant. Several times per day, and night, my lover would deposit
|
|
his potent semen in my womb, and each time he did this, I was
|
|
hoping it would be the heavenly moment that I would get
|
|
inseminated. Little did I know that one of his tiny wriggling and
|
|
little seed, the peek of his manhood, would catch and start growing
|
|
inside my fertile womb, even though I was always full of his cream.
|
|
I remember that at first I insisted on having my panties on when
|
|
walking around in the house and doing the chores, but later on I
|
|
discovered that it wouldn't be possible. The cum that oozed out of
|
|
me would force me to wash panties every single day since they got
|
|
all sticky and then turning hard as his cum dried. So instead, I
|
|
was naked under my skirt, besides, this would leave me more
|
|
acessible to my son whenever he wanted, or had recouped his power,
|
|
to enter me anew, which was very often. It felt odd to walk around
|
|
with his spunk drooling out of me, squishing around and trickling
|
|
down along the insides of my thighs, wettening them. It seemed like
|
|
it would never stop leaking, it was like I was so full off his
|
|
precious honey, that my pussy had turned into a well of semen. Any
|
|
time it was about to drain, it would be refilled with fresh and
|
|
newly produced baby-making juices, with such love and care,
|
|
millions of seeds wriggling their way towards my egg and with only
|
|
one goal. To make a baby inside of me, inside his own loving
|
|
mother.
|
|
|
|
I caressed his head, pressing his head in tight between my soft
|
|
naked breasts.
|
|
|
|
"Yes John, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with our child John.
|
|
You're going to be a father..."
|
|
|
|
I held his head in my hands, and looked in his eyes. "I thought
|
|
you would be happy John."
|
|
|
|
He cleared his throat, looking a little wild at me. "...well,
|
|
it...I mean...I didn't really think that you... that you would
|
|
get... pregnant... I've heard there are...ways... not to... I
|
|
mean... that's what I've heard...that's what I meant"
|
|
|
|
"Ohhh John...of course there are ways...but don't you
|
|
understand? Don't you see how much I love you? I love you so much
|
|
that I want to have your child, I want to bear the fruit of our
|
|
love. You know I've always wanted many children, but Michael didn't
|
|
have the time to stay with me...he died so soon. I have missed a
|
|
man by my side for so long, someone to love and care for, someone
|
|
to enjoy pleasures as well as sorrows, someone to share parenthood
|
|
with. Now you darling can be all this, my new loved husband. If not
|
|
married to me, then at least the father of my children, head of the
|
|
family. You are my man from now on, and I am you're woman...I love
|
|
you John and I want to be together with you for the rest of my
|
|
life...I care for you soo much..."
|
|
|
|
There was silence...we were both thinking...I knew that want I
|
|
wanted could never be true...he wouldn't be mine for always... I
|
|
would grow old...soon age would show it's mercyless effects on me.
|
|
I was still young, I had learned this from John. I was 36, and was
|
|
pretty good-looking and John had made me feel even younger with his
|
|
tender love and affection...but now, I knew that soon I would
|
|
change...in a couple of years I wouldn't be as attractive to him as
|
|
now and someday he would find someone else to love...someone his
|
|
own age...a girl to marry for real. But then we would both have
|
|
something in common, our child to love and to care for...
|
|
|
|
"I thought you were prepared for this, to be with me, share my
|
|
bed every night. To love and care for our child like you care for
|
|
me...maybe...maybe I was wrong...but I wanted to show you how
|
|
much...how much I love you...
|
|
|
|
"I love you too mom...", he hugged me close to me and I could
|
|
feel the calming warmth from him spread to my body..."...but what
|
|
if someone finds out...you've said that...what we're doing is
|
|
against the law...that you could go to jail if someone ever found
|
|
out, that they would take me away from you...what if they find out
|
|
you're pregnant? Won't they send you to jail? I don't want that..."
|
|
|
|
"They won't John, they will never do that...no one except you
|
|
and me has to know about our child, it will be our secret..."
|
|
|
|
"But won't everyone ask? I mean they know you have no husband.
|
|
And I've seen that pregnancy can't be hidden..."
|
|
|
|
"They will ask...but that is not a problem..." and so I told him
|
|
about the plans to go away for awhile, to go on a holiday. After
|
|
all, we hadn't been on a holiday for 3 years...and I did have some
|
|
savings for a trip, which had never been made...
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
I must say I felt a lot of guilt. After all, I should have
|
|
discussed an eventual pregnency with my son before. But I wanted to
|
|
bear his child so much, and I was afraid he wouldn't want a child,
|
|
so I didn't bring it up. Now I was afraid he would feel like I had
|
|
used him, only to get what I wanted. He was right, there were ways
|
|
to protect oneself from getting pregnant...a mother wasn't supposed
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to have her son as a lover, further on, having a child with him was
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even worse. It was playing at a high risk...
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*
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For the first time in weeks, I had cooked a deasent supper. And
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for the first time, John didn't come to make love to me, and this
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scared me. I knew from earlier he enjoyed having sex while I was
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working in the kitchen. Every day when I was making some lunch or
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supper he would sneak up behind me, pull up my skirt, and make love
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to me from behind, my breasts swinging free over the sink while he
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squeezed them. Then he would either spurt inside me and let me lick
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his penis clean, or he would put it between my breasts, sliding it
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up and down in the cleavage as I was pressing the flesh together,
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and squirt either on them or inside my mouth.
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Sometimes we would make love in a chair, me straddling his lap,
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facing him as he sucked my breasts or I would be on my back on the
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kitchen table, him standing between my parted legs, massaging my
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breasts, finally spurting inside me.
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Half an hour later he would come again, and repeat the coupling,
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leaving me all sour and sticky with his cum. But so satisfied and
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content.
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Today he did neither of these things with me.
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*
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I was in bed crying. I thought I had lost him. It was late and
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for the first time, he hadn't come into my room to spend the night
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with me like he used to do.
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But then I heard the door open, and the sound of his slippers on
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the floor as he got in, closing and locking it like he had done for
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so many nights...
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"Mom, are you awake?"
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"mmm"... I was relieved...maybe after all I hadn't lost him...
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He got under the covers, embracing me for the first time since
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I told him the news, and it felt like it was an eternity. I pulled
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him close to my naked body, feeling his loving warmth which I had
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learned I couldn't live without. I couldn't help it. I fought, but
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to no avail. I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, then I let
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go...
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"Mom! You're crying! What's wrong mommy?"
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"...if you only knew John...if you only knew..." I caressed his
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soft brown hair, like I had done for so many times before, caring
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for him with all my heart, with my whole body...
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"...know what mom?...what? Tell me what's wrong...
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I couldn't help myself, but the words came out in a torrent...
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"Oh John...I was so afraid you wouldn't want me anymore, that you
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wouldn't love me, because I'm pregnant... I was afraid you would
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hate me, for using you...that you would feel I didn't want you, but
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a child..."
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Again the tears came, his young face shining in the beautiful
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moonlight. Oh how I loved him! Why did it have to be this way...so
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complicated to love him, just because he was my son. It wasn't just
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that, it was what I felt inside... I felt so strange, happy but
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sad... it was my concience, almost killing me slowly. I knew what
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a dreadful thing this was, I had conceived a child with my own son,
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and what scared me was that I had wanted it...and I didn't regret
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it...now I had thought he hated me...
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"No mom! That's not true! I love you so much, I would never do
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such a thing to you. Never. It doesn't matter whether you're
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pregnant or not. I would love you as much! Why did you ever think
|
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that I would hate you?"
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"...I got afraid John..."
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"Why?"
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"After I told you...you...you never came to me like you did
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before...you never made love to me again..."
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"But you're pregnant...I mean...I thought that if you're
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pregnant...you couldn't make love...that's what I've heard..."
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I now understood how silly this situation was... how could he
|
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know...it was such a misunderstanding...it was ridicolous.
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"Oh John...this is so silly...how could you know...of course I
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can make love to you! I want to, I love to...just because I'm
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pregnant doesn't mean that you can't make love to me. I was afraid
|
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you didn't love me anymore..."
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"Can I really...make love to you...even though you're pregnant?
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Could we make love when your belly gets big too? Wouldn't it hurt
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the child?"
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"Yes! of course you can...each and every day...it doesn't matter
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if my belly gets big...and the child won't get hurt by making
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love...not if you're careful...you can have me anytime you want to,
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day or night, if you don't find me unattractive when I get big,
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that is..."
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"I will never think you are unattractive mom...you are the best
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and beautiful there is!"
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"Oh darling, you're so kind to me..." I led his hand to my
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breast, which I knew he loved to play with and let him squeeze it
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like he loved to do...then I said:
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"Here, let me show you just how much I love you...and what we
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can do..."
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*
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That night we made love like never before. I applyed all my
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skills, all my devotion. I wanted to show him how much I loved him,
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and in how many different ways I loved him...I took him inside my
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mouth, sucking him as hard as I ever could, then when I knew he was
|
|
about to climax, I pressed my fingers tightly around the base of
|
|
his wonderful member, thus prolonging his orgasm time after time.
|
|
When I finally let him erupt inside my mouth, he was begging me to
|
|
let him, and how he came...his young and virile body exploding like
|
|
a volcano, shooting his manly juices with such powerful jets I had
|
|
never thought was possible...
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Then, I rode him. My breasts hanging loosly on his face, bumping
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against it, my nipples playing in his mouth as he sucked them hard,
|
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his hands either squeezing them or my buttocks in rhythm with our
|
|
lovemaking. Again I repeated the procedure with my fingers, thus
|
|
holding him back for what seemed like an eternity. I was so wet, so
|
|
horny, that I came several times before finally matching my orgasm
|
|
with his, at last letting him creame on my insides with his
|
|
baby-making juices, letting jet after jet of his seed enter my
|
|
already pregnant and life bearing womb. It was so beautiful, so
|
|
romantic and lovingly. Two lovers, mother and son, giving oneselves
|
|
to eachother, showing the utter devotion and affection to
|
|
eachother's bodies. Pleasing, and receiving pleasure as we again
|
|
and again made love that night. Two animals in heat, making up,
|
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mating.
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~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (7/10)
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~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
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* * * * * * * *
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Chapter VII
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As we had agreed, John, Tim and I went on vacation. I knew of a
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very beautiful cottage close to the wonderful beaches of the
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|
Mexican bay. It was in a somewhat deserted town, but it was very
|
|
beautiful and romantic there. I remember the day Michael had taken
|
|
me there, when we were on our honey moon. We had spent most of the
|
|
time making love together, in bed, in the water, on the beach,
|
|
everywhere... It was the most wonderful time of my life...
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|
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|
Even though it was early month of July, I found out it was
|
|
unoccupied, so I hired it til the middle of August, thus we would
|
|
be staying here for almost a month and a half. John and Tim were so
|
|
excited. We hadn't been outside our town for three years, at that
|
|
occasion we had gone to see Michael's parents. However, not soon
|
|
after that they moved from Houston to New York, the distance too
|
|
long for us.
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|
We went there by bus, finally arriving at the landlady who owned
|
|
it. I was amazed. She was almost 80, and she remembered me and
|
|
Michael from our honey-moon, over 15 years back in time...
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*
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We had a wonderful time together. The days passed too rapidly,
|
|
but for the first time in my life since Michal's death, I was
|
|
happy. Tim had borrowed a bicycle from the landlady, and was out
|
|
fishing or in town most of the time while John stayed with me. We
|
|
used to make love somewhere on a deserted beach without name,
|
|
between the warm rocks, feeling the water wash our overheated
|
|
bodies as we lay lazily ontop of eachother. The same deserted beach
|
|
where I and Michael had once made love onto. Then we would make
|
|
love in the water, reminding us of the first time we had done it
|
|
back home. We were lucky, the weather was fine, although, somewhat
|
|
too hot.
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|
|
|
Everyday John would ask me when the result of our breeding would
|
|
show, when I would give birth to our child. He was so cute, so
|
|
wonderful, serving me like I would be in my last week.
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|
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|
At night, John and I would tip-toe out of the cottage down to
|
|
the beach. There we would make love for hours without risking
|
|
getting caught by Tim.
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|
|
|
In the morning Tim would wake us up with the so familiar 'Hey
|
|
sleepy heads...wake up!' and he rushed to town on his bicycle doing
|
|
whatever boys do when they are together. Thus he left us, day after
|
|
day, on our own. If we weren't making love, then we would be
|
|
fondling eachother. If we weren't fondling eachother we would stay
|
|
close together, naked skin touching naked skin.
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|
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*
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|
|
|
But everything must come to an end, and so did our vacation. It
|
|
felt like we had spent 7 weeks in paradise, and we were all very
|
|
sad when leaving. The landlady told us several times to come back
|
|
next summer, and I promised both her, my sons and myself that we
|
|
would do so. Tim had made quite a lot of friends while going to
|
|
town, and I must say I was amazed at how many children came to wave
|
|
us good-bye when we took the bus back home.
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|
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*
|
|
|
|
Once back home, John and Tim went back to school. At first, like
|
|
all children, they didn't want to do it. But as time passed, they
|
|
got into it. I made it clear for John, that he could make love with
|
|
me anytime he wanted, day or night, as long as he didn't cut
|
|
classes, and did good in school. If he failed one of these
|
|
conditions, our love-making would stop promptly. I knew he wouldn't
|
|
want that, and the truth is, neither did I, but he did good in
|
|
school, and it apperared he took my words pretty serious. Tim was
|
|
also doing great, and whenever he had a problem at school, his
|
|
big-brother would come help him. They were very close to eachother.
|
|
|
|
Me on the other hand was busy fixing the house. I thought that
|
|
going away for a month or two would keep it nice and clean. But
|
|
when I got home I found out it was so dusty it needed a good
|
|
cleaning.
|
|
|
|
I went to a doctor, for consultation, and everything looked
|
|
fine. Even though I hadn't started growing yet, it wasn't more than
|
|
2 months since I had gotten impregnated, I started feeling the
|
|
familiar signs... My breasts had swollen a little and gotten
|
|
somewhat more heavy, my vaginal juices had changed it's consistency
|
|
to a more clinging and sticky substance, and I had gained some
|
|
weigth. Soon, in less than 7 months, I would give birth to our
|
|
child.
|
|
|
|
John was very happy to know everything was fine with me, and
|
|
that the pregnancy went normal. Since I knew that too much
|
|
inbreeding wasn't good on animals, I went to the library and read
|
|
some from a large book of medecine. A chapter included something
|
|
called 'genetical defects of the child' or something like that. It
|
|
treated several kinds of handicaps, some due to the woman's old age
|
|
when conceiving, but it also said something about close-related
|
|
pregnancies and childbearing which caught my eye. I must say I was
|
|
very scared when I read that in some cases, children where the
|
|
parents were close-related, showed some 'genetical defects' which
|
|
could be amplified by the parents unknown and unseen defects,
|
|
leading to handicaps of different levels. There was several
|
|
examples including studies made on pregnencies between cousins, as
|
|
well as father and daugther, but it said nothing on pregnencies
|
|
between mother and son. I was very afraid that our child would have
|
|
one of these 'defects', so I went to the doctor again, telling him
|
|
that I would like to do a complete check-up with tests, because I
|
|
was worried that I was old. He believed me, and did all the tests
|
|
necessary, giving me the result I was fine, and so was the child.
|
|
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
In bed, John never ceased satisfying himself with me, as well as
|
|
satisfying me. He was a great lover, as he was a man and coming
|
|
father. He had become so manly, so responsible. He knew how to
|
|
take, but also how to give, and he gave me all his tender love. We
|
|
made eachother happy every night. At first I was afraid, but then
|
|
both my desire and John's pleas made up my mind, making me dare
|
|
make love to him when Tim was home and awake. We used to sneak into
|
|
the bathroom or into the stable and make up, then returning like
|
|
nothing had ever happened...
|
|
|
|
One of the most wonderful things we used to do when Tim was out
|
|
with some friends, was to get undressed and take showers together.
|
|
It was during these very educative lessons of anatomy that John
|
|
learned everything there was to learn of the woman body. Here I
|
|
would lie on my back while John was between my fully parted legs,
|
|
playing with his fingers inside my pussy, sawing and stabbing my
|
|
cave with them like it would be his wonderful penis. He could feel
|
|
me up for hours that way if I wouldn't stop him, playing with his
|
|
tongue on my slit, directing the hot water spray towards my exposed
|
|
clitoris. Sometimes he would just stare at it, while opening up my
|
|
vagina to his view by pulling it open with his fingers, looking
|
|
inside it, like he wanted to get a glimpse of our growing child,
|
|
deep inside my tummy. Peeking inside the place where he had once so
|
|
lovingly planted his own very special seed, which had united with
|
|
my awaiting egg, caugth, and started growing in all it's splendour.
|
|
The same place where he had once been planted by his own father in
|
|
the same loving and caring way.
|
|
|
|
Then it was my turn to give him my tender touches. With my
|
|
fingers, lips and cosy warmth of my mouth I would drive him insane.
|
|
I taught my lover how to control his climax, how to enjoy making
|
|
love even more. He had learned to hold on for a very long time if
|
|
he wanted to...and by doing this he would give me wonderful
|
|
nocturnal pleasures as we lay in bed for hours making love...
|
|
|
|
~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (8/10)
|
|
~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
|
|
|
|
* * * * * * * *
|
|
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 oftenly did these
|
|
days, and started caressing our bodies, playing tightly against
|
|
eachother, 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 silksoft mouth. I heard him give out a moan of
|
|
pleasure as I knowingly played my tonuge 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 eachother 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 eachother'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 ontop 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 mercyless 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, allready 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 allways took that precation...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
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you, by anyone. I have taught both you and John that there
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shouldn't be any secrets or things hidden from the other members of
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the family...however...this is one thing I never wanted you to
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see..."
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I waited to see how he would react, but he showed no sign of
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reaction...I figured since he didn't want to talk and wanted to be
|
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stubborn, maybe I should do it the hard way...
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"...I have also taught you about privacy...now tell me, why did
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you unlock that door...and don't tell me you didn't because I know
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it was locked...and I have taught you it's a bad thing not to
|
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respect privacy, and it's a bad thing not to knock before entering
|
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someones room...especially the bathroom"
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Finally he turned around, his eyes meeting mine, ogling me. I
|
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had never before in my life felt such a shame and guilt as his
|
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young and innocent eyes met mine, looking hurt and somewhat
|
|
betrayed.
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"It was because I wanted to know. I wanted to see if it was
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true...true that you were...that you were doing it with John."
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His face turned red, showing the blushing as he said that.
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"But I never expected it to be true..."
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Now, once again I felt the devastating feelings overflow my
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body, hopelessness, disgrace and pain.
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"...it is...and I can't deny it...what...what you saw...is
|
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true...but I am ashamed of it, I don't know what to say to you...or
|
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what to do...I never wanted you to see me this way... Ohh Tim...why
|
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did you have to open that door..."
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|
|
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I could feel the tears fill my eyes...why...why did he have to
|
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see me...I had taken precations...I had done everything in my power
|
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to keep it a secret...why?
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|
|
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"Tell me...why?!"
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|
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"Do you really want to know? Do you? It was because I wanted to
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see with my own eyes if it was true or not... ever since the time
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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
|
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I never thought you had really done it with him. After that,
|
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something felt wrong. You didn't talk to me anymore, you just kept
|
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yourself away from me, not wanting me to be around."
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|
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I felt a burning pain as he reflected on that. I knew I was not
|
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only guilty for the mere act I had been discovered doing with his
|
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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
|
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more or less had wanted Tim never to exist. My tears started
|
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running down my cheek as I no longer could control the burden.
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He saw the tears, but went on...
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|
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"Then, 1 week ago, I went to the bathroom at night. I heard some
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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 allways 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..."
|
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I sat down on his bed, feeling destroyed, finished, tears
|
|
running down my cheeks uncotrolably, 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 protectivly 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 Timmie...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
|
|
eachother.
|
|
|
|
*
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|
|
|
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 realised 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 me and John 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 wan't 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 heared 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 stough 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 was 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 fantisized 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 Timmie do it...but now it
|
|
was a fact, as clear as the virginal and incestous 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,
|
|
it's 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 ontop 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 the 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 had 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 unexperienced...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 confort.
|
|
|
|
"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 realised the extent of the damage I had done...I wanted to
|
|
hug him to confort 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 ashole!"
|
|
|
|
"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 crazyness 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 dissappointement 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 allways 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...
|
|
|
|
~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (9/10)
|
|
~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
|
|
|
|
* * * * * * * *
|
|
Wicked Lovemaking Series I:
|
|
Two Sons, Two Lovers
|
|
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.
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I could feel his trembling little hand land on my breast
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heavily. For the first time in what seemed like ages I was wearing
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a negligee, but it didn't stop him. In a moment his hand crept
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under it, gently sqeezing my breast. Later I found out that Tim was
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as fixed to my breasts as John.
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Everything I had thought of, telling him how wrong it would be
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to continue didn't have effect...it felt like he owned me and my
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soul, like he hypnotised me...I was lost...
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It wasn't long till I could feel his hands pull up my neglige,
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then his hard pre-cum leaking penis vibrating in my crack with
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excitement. He was so feverish as I felt him seek my hole, his
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member bumping around between my legs and in the slit. Then he
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entered me.
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Like with John the first times, he was very fast for reaching
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climax. It didn't take him more than a few strokes. Once again he
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emptied himself inside me, only this time it wasn't virginal juices
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any longer...even though it wasn't John's, it was from my own son.
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And once again like with John, he was ready to go again in minutes.
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After that I sent him to his room. Reluctantly he left, I told
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him I needed to be alone. I didn't expect him to listen to me, but
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he did...maybe it was because he had gotten what he had come for.
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I lay on my back in bed, legs and arms sprawled wide as he had
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left me when going to his room, the cream he had deposited oozing
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out of my cum-soaked and used vagina, running in the crack of my
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buttocks til it met the sweaty and sticky sheets.
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I didn't feel like a whore. No, a whore would at least get some
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money for the time and usage of her body...I felt like a hole,
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something anybody could use whenever they wanted a fuck! I was
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disgusted by myself and my own body.
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*
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The weekend felt like it would never end. I was afraid John
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would turn to doing stupidities. All day long he was gone,
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sometimes coming home very late. I tried to ask him where he had
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been, but he just grunted 'what do you care about me'. I tried to
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show him how much I loved him, but he was as cold as ice towards
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me.
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The days and nights I belonged to Tim. He never let me out of
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his sight, and he never kept feeling me up and actually making it
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with me several times a day.
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As I already confessed, I got to enjoying it during the
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nextcoming 2 weeks. Well, maybe enjoying it would be the wrong
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word...I got to love it...to silently await the moment when Tim
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would get hard again to do me...I couldn't tell him, like I had
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|
told John when I needed it... which was after all, most of the
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|
time...so I quietly awaited his lovemaking sessions with me,
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playing the role of doing it reluctantly...which I couldn't play
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|
for a long time...
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|
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John had made a sexaholic out of me, an addict to sex...now,
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|
when he refused to even talking to me, I gave myself completly to
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Tim, not caring anymore what was wrong or right...it was the strive
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for pleasure that counted, nothing else.
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|
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|
Once again I started my training and teaching, showing my new
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lover the wonders of lovemaking. I did everything with him that I
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had done with John, tasting his juices, as well as letting him
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taste mine...and my was he eager and a quick learner, he became
|
|
quit good too, at licking me...
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But a part of me was always thinking of John...and the growing
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child inside me, which we had produced...
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**
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It wasn't til about 2 weeks later that John couldn't hold any
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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...
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|
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.
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Tim had acted like a sex maniac. As soon as he had entered the
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house he had attacked my breasts, sucking them hard, squeezing the
|
|
soft flesh mercyless. Then he lapped at my slit for over 10 minutes
|
|
giving me 3 wonderful orgasms, him drinking my juices.
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|
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Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my bedroom, guiding
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|
my overheated body which was like drugged from the sudden session
|
|
of ours.
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|
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.
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|
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|
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.
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|
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|
After my womb had been sprayed and filled with a second load of
|
|
his love honey, he lay ontop 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.
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|
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|
"ohh mom...that felt...sooo good...I love you so much..."
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|
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|
"mmmm...it was honey...and I love you too..."
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|
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|
"...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..."
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|
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I giggled...
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|
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|
"Ohh Tim, you're so sweet, so young and beautiful...what you're
|
|
saying is soo 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...
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|
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|
"No mommy, you're not old! And I don't want anyone else, I want
|
|
you, I want to marry you..."
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|
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|
I hugged him close to me, feeling his body snuggling close to
|
|
mine...
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|
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|
"Oh Timmie...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"
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|
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|
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...
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|
|
|
He rolled off me, laying on his back and I got down between his
|
|
legs, kneeling, feeling a steady flow of sperma 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.
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|
|
|
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 realised 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 realised 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 realised 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
|
|
eachother, we needed eachother to feel secure, loved and pleased.
|
|
|
|
I shivered as I felt I rivulet of sperm leave my cunny, 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 again uptook the attention of John. I could feel his hard
|
|
trembling penis pressing up against my belly, leaving trails of
|
|
whaterish 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?"
|
|
|
|
"mmm..."
|
|
|
|
So I commenced my develish 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 til a
|
|
week ago that I had really started fantisizing 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 completly 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 favour, the favour of letting them relieve their so strong
|
|
urges they posessed 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 was founded
|
|
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 beeing
|
|
surroended by young studs, to be loved and taken care of by my
|
|
lovers. To be taken by my two lovers continously. 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 wich 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 realised 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 flag-pole, 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, probablay 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 relasing 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 applyed 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 burried 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 injeceted 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, travelling 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 coloured penis, fully concentrated on
|
|
what we were doing.
|
|
|
|
I smiled at him, knowing what I would do next...
|
|
|
|
"...mmmmm...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 moma..."
|
|
|
|
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 til 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 realised that John with his almost 7
|
|
inch penis would outdo Tim's little 5 inch pecker. Today I know
|
|
that one oftenly say that it's not the size that's important, but
|
|
any woman who is really hot, wants to feel herself filled up,
|
|
stoughed 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
|
|
eachother. 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 til 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
|
|
vigour of my children, their sexual urges which never seemed to
|
|
end. Then, again, knowing they were my own two sons, so very young
|
|
who was having sex with me, made me feel very hot. It was so taboo
|
|
what we did, mother and sons endulging in an incestual
|
|
relationship, feeling eachother's bodies, sucking and licking and
|
|
really having intercourse.
|
|
|
|
I could feel John plunge himself in and out of my cum-soaked
|
|
cunny, 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 accomodate 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, litteraly '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
|
|
guffing moans with each penetration of his feeling the orgasm rule
|
|
my body stronger and stronger, my whole body trembling. My
|
|
hypersensitive cunny gave out obscene sounds with every movement of
|
|
John's penis. Squelshing sounds from the two loads of sperm that
|
|
Tim had dumped inside me, but also my own juices running freely.
|
|
Loud smackings could be heard from our copulating organs as he
|
|
poked and rotated inside me in every possible way, making me
|
|
squelsh with orgasmic lust.
|
|
|
|
Far off in the distance I heard a 'ohhh....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 noices from the moaning, noices which
|
|
today reminds me of a little newborn's gurglings, gurglings 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.
|
|
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I remember feeling Tim slip out of my mouth. Then I felt hands
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squeezing my breasts hard, pulling me close to John, who was
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kneeling behind me, his penis working like a locomotive inside my
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cunny, in and out, in and out. I felt Tim's cream running out of
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the corners of my mouth, tickling it's way down my chin, dripping
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down in the cleavage my handcouvered breasts formed.
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I remember hearing an animalic grunt in my ear, then came a deep
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plunge into my vibrating pussy, John's tool entering deeper than he
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had ever been inside of me, parting my cervix, entering my womb.
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With a moan, I felt a warmth spread deep inside my tummy as I felt
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his first load of sperm inject Then he pulled himself out halfway,
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and with a slow but even deeper plunge than the first one he ripped
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past my cervix, a gurgling scream erupting from my throat, Johns
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tool squirting more of his baby-making milk, the wonderful sticky
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honey uniting with Tim's, John's wriggling seeds mingling with
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Tim's. It was so hot, so fascinating, a human wasn't supposed to
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feel such heavenly feelings, perverted feelings, orgasmic feelings
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and pain. Each time John gave my body a huge plunge, I was tossed
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forward, my torso bending forward as his belly slapped hard against
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my buttocks, trying to enter me as deep as possible, stabbing me
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like he wanted to go through me...At the same time his big, manly
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hands were kneeding my swaying and slapping breasts hard, sqeezing
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them like it would be dough. My knees were bending, I couldn't
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support myself, and if it woudln't have been for his hands around
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my breasts and his penis fully embedded in my climaxing pussy, I
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would have collapsed. I was like a leaf in his hands, which he was
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tossing and flipping in every possible way as he emptied himself
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hard inside me. I don't know if it was my brain that fooled me, but
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I thought I heard a bestialic roar unite with my sporadic screams
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of lust each time he pushed the tip of his penis inside my womb and
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spurting a powerfull jet of semen where our child was growing. Then
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everything went black.
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**
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I awoke slowly, coming to life like from a trance or a deep
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sleep. I was alone in bed. I felt so relaxed. 23.36 said the red
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digits of my bedroom clock. I must have slept for over 3 hours,
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without even waking up once...I sighed, feeling every little muscle
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aching tiredly, my mouth, breasts, but most of all the places
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around my slit and inside of it. But it was a pleasant tiredness.
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I was naked, sweaty, my skin showing spots of dried semen. I still
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had the bitter-tasting cum-flavour of Tim's sperm in my mouth, and
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I could still feel the wetness in my pussy. I mused, I felt like a
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little school-girl after touching herself for the very first time.
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I felt like an innocent little girl who had for her first time
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found out about boys. Even though I had been a virgin when marrying
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Michael, my dead husband, I had 'fooled around', letting boys feel
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me up in the breaks at school. We had played games like, 'I'll show
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you mine if you show me your's'. Then we had played doctor.
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I felt in need of a shower really bad. I went to the bathroom,
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taking the sweaty and cum-stained sheets with me.
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*
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I had a hard time washing myself. Especially my cunny, since it
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was very sensitive. It was almost unbearable to turn the water
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spray towards my open pussy, washing the insides clean. My lips
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were all red and swollen, and my little rosebud weren't to be
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touched. I thought back at what had happened earlier in bed. It was
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something I had only read of. They called it multiple-orgasms, and
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I am pretty sure I had one of these at that time. I had never
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experienced anything like that ever. Everytime an orgasm subsided,
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I was rewarded with a new one. But it was somehting I would come to
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know very well in the future
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I watched myself in the mirror while drying myself off, watching
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my breasts and belly which clearly showed I was pregnant. At least
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to my eyes.
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I've heard that some women looses all interest in sex once they
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get pregnant. They feel ugly and are disgusted by their own body.
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But seeing myself in the mirror I was excited to note that my belly
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had swollen, I was excited to know I was still a fertile woman,
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with possibilities of giving life.
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There was a discrete knock at the door.
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"Mom, are you allright?"
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"Uhuh..."
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"Can I come in..."
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I first thought of wrapping my towel or robe around me, but then
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I thought that would be silly after all we had done.
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"...sure..."
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He opened the door only to find me stark naked.
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I saw his eyes enlarge as he looked at me, he was ogling my
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body.
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"What are you staring at?", I heard myself asking very
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seductivly.
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"...uh...well...I had forgot how beautiful you are ma..."
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I smiled at him, turning to my side, inhaling, drawing in my
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belly to make a sexy pose.
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"Do you really think so...do you think I still look sexy to
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you?"
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"uhuh...you really are gorgeous mom..."
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"Well thank you John, you really know how to charm a lady..." I
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said smiling at him. "But do you you think I will still be sexy
|
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when my belly and breasts starts growing...?"
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"...yeah...I...you'll just be even more sexy..."
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I moved close to him, putting my hands on his hips.
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"You know John...you're very handsome yourself..."
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"You think so mom..."
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"Sure honey...your so beautiful...you are a reel hunk as we used
|
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to say at school...", I mused when thinking of how he resembled to
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the boys his own age a long time ago that we girls used to discuss
|
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and refer to as 'hunk' if they were cute...unfortunately it remaind
|
|
on that stage until I met my big love...
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"I've missed you John...", I said, looking him in the eyes,
|
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caressing his beautiful brown hair.
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"I've missed you to ma..."
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"I don't want to loose you honey...never again...I was afraid
|
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you would hate me forever...we have so much to give eachother. You
|
|
are my son, and we shouldn't be hating eachother...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
|
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father of my child...I hope you haven't forgotten about that."
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"Oh no mom...how could I...I'll never leave you again...I
|
|
promise..."
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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
|
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loved him. But I would show him how bad he needed me, that I wasn't
|
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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
|
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make love like madmen.
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"John...could I ask you something..."
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"...yes mom..."
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"What do you think of me..."
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|
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"You're gorgeous mom!"
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"No...I mean, what do you think of me...after all I have done...
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|
you know that a mother and a son should never indulge in such acts
|
|
we have...they should never touch eachother like we have, or
|
|
furthermore make love..."
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"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..."
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|
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"...but what about me doing it with Tim...you did call me a
|
|
whore...do you think of me that way still...?"
|
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|
|
"Oh no mom...I...I told you I was sorry for saying that..."
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I was holding his head between my hands, looking him in the
|
|
eyes, caressing him with my glances.
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|
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"How did you feel when you saw me together with Tim?"
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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? Dit it make you feel hard like you are
|
|
now"
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
I started unbuttoning his shirt, looking him straight in the
|
|
eyes.
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|
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"...did you like what you saw John? Did you?"
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"...I...I guess so..."
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
"Did it make you so hot you didn't care if I had done it with
|
|
Tim?"
|
|
|
|
"...uhuh..."
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|
|
|
"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...
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|
|
|
"You got so excited you wanted to share me with Tim right away?
|
|
Didn't you honey?"
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|
|
|
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 wetten my soft skin.
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|
|
|
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, burrying 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...
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|
|
|
"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 mercyless 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 lovemakings, both with
|
|
John and Tim, we fell asleep, all 3 of us. Or should I say 4?
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~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (10/10)
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~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi
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* * * * * * * *
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|
Chapter X
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|
|
Time passed, winter arrived. It was cold and windy outside, but
|
|
in our house there was allways warmth and love. Tim and John was
|
|
doing good at school, and they had really looked forward to their
|
|
Christmas Vacation. I was very happy myself. Whenever my son's
|
|
weren't at home and I didn't have any chores, I would go into town
|
|
and meet with some old friends in a cafe. I felt like I was again
|
|
alive, after so many years, thanks to my lovly sons. Of course,
|
|
word got by that I was pregnant. But I knew what to tell them, that
|
|
I had rehearsed a long time ago. I told them of the wonderful man
|
|
I was going to marry soon. I told them I had met him on vacation
|
|
this summer. It was an old and dear friend of mine. I made them
|
|
believe I loved him immensly, and that he wanted many children
|
|
around him. Then I told them lies of how wonderful he was, that he
|
|
worked at this big oil company, allways busy. Some thought I was
|
|
too old to have children, but I told them we both wanted them.
|
|
Others asked why I didn't marry him before having the child, but to
|
|
them I said that we would. Soon, I said, I was going to leave town
|
|
and make a family with my husband to be...and people accepted it.
|
|
|
|
Tim was the first to find out about it, after all, he had read
|
|
about these things at school. Five months pregnant he came to me
|
|
and said...
|
|
|
|
"Mom...you've grown...I mean your...your belly..."
|
|
|
|
I looked at John, who nodded in approval. I guess it was time to
|
|
tell him, he would figure it out sooner or later anyway.
|
|
|
|
When he heard that I was having a child with his brother, John,
|
|
he just said one thing: "Wow..."
|
|
|
|
I did have to explain the same thing to Tim, as John had thought
|
|
so wrongly of. A pregnant woman can, and if she feels like it,
|
|
should have sex with her partners if they want to and they don't
|
|
get disguested by her being big. And they did want to make love to
|
|
me. Me being big only made me 'hotter' as both John and Tim used to
|
|
say.
|
|
|
|
My sex life was great, as were my two son's. I did anything to
|
|
please them, and they did anything to please me.
|
|
|
|
I had never before seen my two sons so happy. They were so
|
|
eager, so positive when it came to loving me. They were allways
|
|
ready to make love with me, and I was more than ready to let them.
|
|
|
|
When awaiting my two sons to come home from school, I put on
|
|
sexy clothes I knew excited them. I had bought some underwear,
|
|
which looked very hot on me. But most of the time during their
|
|
winter vacation I was nude, in my bed, mostly on my back, one of my
|
|
lovers humping me while the other rested or had his penis in my
|
|
eagerly sucking mouth.
|
|
|
|
They would never cease attending my body. I was allways full of
|
|
manly flesh, allways feeling young experimenting hands on my body.
|
|
But most of all, I allways had a fresh load of cum from both my
|
|
sons, mingling in the depths were it was deposited with the
|
|
previous. Bathing our growing child with the essence of love and
|
|
care. Precious drops of the most delightful and wonderful thing a
|
|
man could produce.
|
|
|
|
When going to sleep, we would end up making love for hours,
|
|
finally falling asleep, one lover on each side of me, their mouths
|
|
and hands still nibbling and caressing my breasts, their legs
|
|
around mine, their wet penises on my thighs, leaving trails of
|
|
semen from my happy pussy as their fingers were playing in my
|
|
crack.
|
|
|
|
Sometimes at night I was awakened by feeling a penis slide in
|
|
and out of my creamy and motherly cave, only to be rewarded with
|
|
yet another injection from one of my own boys' young semen. I
|
|
didn't care who it was, just as long as we both felt good. If I was
|
|
too tired, I just went to sleep, letting my boys have their fun,
|
|
while their humpings gave me pleasant dreams. Sometimes I didn't
|
|
wake up, I dreamt I was making love, but I couldn't tell in the
|
|
morning if I had dreamed or not, since there was allways someone
|
|
between my legs.
|
|
|
|
In the morning I would be awoken by a penis playing on my lips,
|
|
hot salty, pre-cum wettening my mouth while another penis was
|
|
playing at my nether lips, wettening me, preparing me for the love
|
|
session that would follow.
|
|
|
|
Their morning erections lasted long, and they oftenly had to
|
|
empty themselves more than once before they were through with me
|
|
for a couple of hours. All to my great satisfaction. They sometimes
|
|
took turns, stopping moments before erupting, replacing eachother,
|
|
making the act last very long. After I had come several times, I
|
|
just dozed off, lying sprawled out on the bed, feeling my wholes
|
|
being used, not caring what was happening or being done to my body,
|
|
only feeling the pleasure, the ultimate pleasure a woman can feel.
|
|
A dream all women have, to be loved and attended by not only one,
|
|
but two pleasure giving studs at the same time. To feel oneself
|
|
drift off into a heavenly emotional state...accompanied by the
|
|
undulating humpings of the bed as my sons took places hoovering my
|
|
body, my vagina letting out obscene lovemaking noises. 'Clatchings,
|
|
smackings and gurglings' could be heard as they fevereslhy pumped
|
|
my cum filled vagina.
|
|
|
|
**
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|
|
|
It was early February. I was alone at home, doing the chores,
|
|
when I suddenly felt the pain in my belly. Then it came again and
|
|
again. I tried calming down by lying down in bed, still warm from
|
|
the morning lovemaking. It was after my two sons had both relieved
|
|
themselves in me that I felt the first signs of birthgiving. But it
|
|
was too early, it should be one week or more until...
|
|
|
|
Everything went so fast. I called the doctor's office, he sent
|
|
the midwife and a nurse over to my house. Since I was alone and
|
|
wasn't in condition to drive, I would give birth at home.
|
|
|
|
After 2 hours it was over. In my exhausted arms I was holding a
|
|
little creature, so innocent and beatiful. She was asleep, my
|
|
beautiful baby-daughter.
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|
|
|
**
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|
|
|
When my boys came home, I was in bed. The nurse had helped
|
|
cleaning me, and taken care of the blood-soaked sheets. Even though
|
|
it was the third time I was giving birth, I had been very worried.
|
|
Anything could go wrong...But now, holding my beatiful child in my
|
|
arms, close to my naked breasts, I was happy. For almost nine
|
|
months I had been carrying this child in me. It had become a part
|
|
of me. It was my own flesh, as much as her father was my own flesh.
|
|
The pains I had had just a while ago letting my child leave my cozy
|
|
womb, was nothing compared to the happiness I was feeling, to be a
|
|
mother, a mother of a beautiful baby-girl.
|
|
|
|
They both stood in the doorway, looking at me. I was so tired,
|
|
I could only produce a quick smile, closing my eyes.
|
|
|
|
Parting them, I could still see my both sons standing in the
|
|
doorway, ogling me and the child under the cover, sleeping
|
|
contently between my breasts.
|
|
|
|
"Don't you two gentlement want to come over and see the child?"
|
|
|
|
Like in trance they moved closer, being welcomed by a tired but
|
|
content motherly face.
|
|
|
|
"Look John...it's your daughter...our child...you have become a
|
|
father my love..."
|
|
|
|
I peeled off the cover, presenting the little miracle we had
|
|
both produced with such love and care, the result of our
|
|
lovemaking, the most beautiful thing two lovers can make together.
|
|
|
|
I saw John and Tim starring at the newborn baby-girl with huge
|
|
eyes, not saying a word.
|
|
|
|
"What's wrong with you two, have you never seen a little child
|
|
before? Don't you like your daughter John?"
|
|
|
|
"...uhuh...but..."
|
|
|
|
"...but what John?", I started getting a little afraid something
|
|
was wrong...
|
|
|
|
"...she looks so strange..."
|
|
|
|
"STRANGE?"
|
|
|
|
"...well...her skin is like a raisins...you know all folded and
|
|
stough..."
|
|
|
|
I almost started to laugh...it was so odd...
|
|
|
|
"Ohh John. All children that are newborn look like this...it's
|
|
normal..."
|
|
|
|
"Oh..."
|
|
|
|
*
|
|
|
|
After doing the regular tests on the baby-girl and myself,
|
|
finding out everything was normal, we finally started making love
|
|
again. It had been more than 2 weeks since I last had felt the
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presence of a young penis inside of me, and I was really happy when
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my sons uptook their lovemaking with me, even though it hurt a
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little at first. I knew I had lost some of the tightness of my
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vaginal muscles with the birthgiving, but what I lacked in
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tightness, I tried making up by squeezing their members with my
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muscles and sucking hard with my mouth. They were allmost fighting
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over who would enter me first, but finally we were at it again...
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However, my two lovers did new things to me, things I had never
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thought were possible to do...
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They would play with my cunny more intensly, but in a new sort
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of way. It all started when they fingered me down there. Instead of
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just pushing one finger in and out of me, they pushed two,
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three...finally, finding out it didn't hurt me, they were pushing
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all fingers in my cum lubricated pussy. The childbirth had made me
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quite loose down there and I more or less told them to go on. I was
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as fascinated as they were when seeing that I had a hand and half
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the forearm inside of me. I knew this only triggered my sons
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fascination for my pussy. Until that time it was only something you
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put your 'thing' in to get off, or to lick, just because it made me
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feel good.
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Today I have heard it's called something like 'fist-fucking',
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but at that time it was only a game for us. They would take turns
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pushing their hands inside of me, sometimes as deep as halfway up
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to their elbows. I can't say I really got any pleasure out of it,
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more than feeling myself very stuffed, something I couldn't get
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enough of. They enjoeyed feeling my insides, the foldings of my
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vagina, but their touching of my uterus wasn't too appreciated, it
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hurt when they did that if I wasn't too excited.
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The game continued a little, and they started pushing other
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things up my pussy, I remember them trying baseball-bats,
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vegetables and yes, even a beer-bottle.
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If it wouldn't have been for their expertly flickering tongues
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on my clit, I wouldn't have allowed them to do this. But since they
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were giving me great pleasure, I let them have it their way.
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What we did come to enjoy, all of us, was when my sons and
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daughter would suck at my breasts. At first it was just
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experimenting. But after a while it was an obsession.
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Everytime I had fed Mindy, our daughter, my
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sons were next. They would suck my milk-producing breasts til they
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were drained. I had learned enjoying those sessions immensly,
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feeling my warm motherly milk being sucked out of my heavy breasts
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by my two sons like they had once done before so lovingly. Of
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course, Mindy was allways first, no question about that. But as
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soon as she had finished my both sons were more than eager to suck
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the rest out of me.
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I was so happy to be able to produce milk again, like I had once
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been. And was I producing...my breasts were allways more than
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filled with hot milk to be sucked out of them. It seemed like the
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more my sons drank out of it, the more I produced. I had swelled
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quite some in breast size and sometimes I really had to beg my sons
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to come and ease the tension. Sometimes the production was so great
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that just by walking around doing the regualar chores, the bumpings
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would cause milk squirting out of my pink and enlarged nipples,
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which not only served an infant, but my two sons as well.
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Sometimes I was so full of milk after Mindy had nursed, that I
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just had to relieve myself. I had found a way to suck my own
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nipples, nursing my own breasts, but it was a position that made my
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neck hurt since I had to suck for a long time. What I used to do
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most of the time was to take a small bucket, place it on the floor
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as I sat on a little chair. Then I would bend forward, letting my
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large and overfilled breasts dingle downwards. My hands would go
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around them and start squeezing, warm jets of milk squirting from
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my nipples, filling the bucket. Then I would bottle it up, drinking
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some of it, leaving it to my sons but sometimes I used it for
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making cookies. They loved my cookies. We stopped bying milk, since
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I was producing more than we could all drink. I felt so strange, so
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beautiful with my huge bossom, swaying as I walked around all day
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doing the chores. There was allways an aroma of warm milk
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surrounding me due to my lactating breasts, the sweet aroma of warm
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motherly milk. Everytime I got the bucket to fill, I felt so
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animalic, so hot, it might sound crazy to you, but I felt like I
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was a cow. Ready to be mated with any bull, then producing milk
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every day for hungry mouths she gave birth to...
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I think my sons quit drinking ordinary milk, and even water.
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Everytime they were thirsty they would come to me, I was their
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source.
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Every night when we got to sleep they would suck my breasts
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while they made love to me. Afterwards they would continue while I
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fell asleep, happy, feeling wonderful, their nibblings, one at each
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nipple, making me muse in my sleep.
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In the morning at breakfast, I would expose my breasts while
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sitting on a chair, and they would get down on their knees, one on
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each side and take care of my milk producing breasts. Afterwards I
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would take them in my mouth or my cunny, taking their bitter
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tasting baby-making sperm in me once more in the morning.
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Everyday when they were having their lunchbreaks, I would take
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the car and ride into town, going to my sons school. There they
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would wait at the entrance getting into my car. We would drive to
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a deserted spot, and there they would have their lunches, eating,
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but most of all to my delight, drinking. Drinking my warm milk,
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directly from the source. They even had their favourite breast.
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John allways nursed my left one, while Tim took the other. When
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they had finished eating they would put their mouths around my
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swollen nipples, grab my breasts with their hands, and gently
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squeeze, thus making all the milk squirt into their loving mouths.
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When the milk stopped coming out that easily, they would add their
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hard sucking mouths at my large nipples to extract the last drops.
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Then they would both make love to me, and off they went, I as well
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as them, content. My belly full with their wriggling seeds, their's
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full of my motherly milk.
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When dropping them off at school they would plant a wet and milk
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smelling kisses on my cheeks and mouth, while I gave them a squeeze
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between their legs, and then they ran to classes. There in the
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school-yard I could see girls and boys, their own age, the boys
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allways trying to impress the girls, who allways played hard to
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get, but wanted it as much as the boys did. But my two sons never
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had to go thru this. I was allways ready and opened up for them. I
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wasn't the kind of sissy who would give signs of wanting, and then
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when seeing it worked with the boys, turning their back. Oh no, I
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was allways ready for my lovers. And I would do everything with
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them, I would suck them, let them make reel love to me, not like
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the sissies their own age. Then I would offer them my milking
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breasts, to nurse from, something the girls could never do even if
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they wanted, the stupid cows.
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But the weekends were the best. We would lie together in bed,
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for hours, making love, covered with sweat, spots of sperm, pussy
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juice and milk on our bodies as we copulated.
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I allways had a pillow stoughed under my buttocks, and I allways
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had a small plug of wood which I had told John to make. I put it in
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whenever I was walking around doing the chores. The reason, well,
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I wanted to feel their hot sticky juices remain inside me during
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|
the day, and night. But most of all, I wanted to get pregnant anew.
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I wanted to have a lot of children, each time I had a new freshly
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load injected into my belly, I dreamed it would be the moment of
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|
impregnation. The heavenly moment one of their tiny baby-making
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sperms would reach my lifegiving egg. Uniting, forming a child. I
|
|
was thrilled knowing I had both my sons loving semen inside me,
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|
millions and millions of wriggling sperms from their nut shaped
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testicles mingling, racing in the most important race ever. The
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race for life.
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***
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EPILOGOUE
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Today, I am 57. A fulfilled mother. I have seen all my children
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grow up and start their lives as adults more or less. 4 months
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|
after John and I had Mindy, I was pregnant again. It must have been
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|
the nursing which made it difficult for the new impregnation. But
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|
I didn't mind trying over and over again. It made it even more
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|
thrilling and delightfull each time they orgasmed, knowing this
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time could be the time one of their seeds they were planting deep
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|
inside my fertile womb would catch and start growing.
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This time however, I didn't know who the father is, and I don't
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|
really care if it's little Tim, or John, but Linda our daughter
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|
sure has some of John's looks... After 1 year John moved away to a
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bigger town for college, and Tim had me all by himself. Together we
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|
had two sons, Michael and James, named after my dead husband. Of
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|
course John missed me, and I missed him. But he would come home
|
|
every 2 weeks, and then I would be 'his'. I know he was a little
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|
jelous of Tim who could do me whenever he wanted, but that didn't
|
|
keep him from sharing me with Tim. He said he enjoyed seing me with
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his brother. Watching me make love with another man.
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I know one learns a lot of different things at collage. But what
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|
John learned was something I had never heard of. I had read about
|
|
anal sex, but that was allways taboo, until one of these weekends
|
|
John came to town. I remember I was straddling Tim, riding his now
|
|
quite large penis, when hearing John whisper something in my ear.
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|
He said he wanted to try something new, pulling out his rigid
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member, covering it with vaseline. I didn't understand what it was
|
|
all about until he started smearing out vaseline on my bum-hole and
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|
even pushing his vaseline couvered fingers inside. I must say I
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|
panicked, but he told me it wouldn't hurt so much, and I would
|
|
enjoy it more than I thought. Besides this was his weekend, and I
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|
was his woman. I'll never forget the moment when he placed his
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member against my back hole and started sliding his penis inside.
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|
I must say it did hurt. But John was very gentle with me. After the
|
|
initial tearing sensation, he slid inside me completly, resting for
|
|
some time. Tim didn't understand at first what was happening, but
|
|
then he justed grunted, and exclaimed his surprise with a 'Oh wow'.
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|
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|
I can't say I really liked the anal-sex thing. But together with
|
|
a penis inside my vagina it felt wonderful. It felt so odd when my
|
|
two lover's rods slid in and out of me. Everytime John pulled out,
|
|
Tim would push and vice versa. I could feel the thin membrane
|
|
separating my vagina from the anal region being massaged by their
|
|
moving penises, and my two sons used to joke about feeling their
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|
penises through my membrane. I have never ever felt that filled.
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|
But there was more to come. One day when I was straddling Tim, my
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|
back against him, riding him, John licking and sucking my milk
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|
producing breasts, I suddenly felt John place himself at the
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|
entrance of my vagina. I looked at him questioningly, but he just
|
|
continued with a 'hold still you guys'. Now I had given birth to 3
|
|
children during the 3 last years and my two sons had played a lot
|
|
with things in my vagina, enlarging it, so I was pretty loose. But
|
|
having two penises inside my vagina was something I had never
|
|
thougt possible. Tim pulled my back to his chest, holding my
|
|
breasts in his hands while John started humping me, occasionally
|
|
sucking my erect and milk dribbling nipples. I couldn't believe I
|
|
had both my sons love pistills inside my pussy at the same time,
|
|
but it was true. I could almost se in front of me their penises
|
|
rubbing against eachother, filling me up, parting my cave completly
|
|
thus playing on my clitoris til I reached orgasm after orgasm. Then
|
|
they would time their orgasmes with mine, shooting their unified
|
|
jets of sperm right into my womb, mixing with remains from previous
|
|
deposits. These were the best days of my life...
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*
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Eventually, both John and Tim found their women. John married a
|
|
girl at school who...well...she was, according to my opinion, a
|
|
little too loose, but my son handled her well...and strangely
|
|
enough they are married today. I know that he had been able to keep
|
|
her more than satisfied in bed...today they have two boy
|
|
children...the line of boys in our family seems to be very
|
|
strong...
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|
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|
I remember one time when I visited Johns house. It was Monday
|
|
morning and he and his wife Jenny were still in bed. I could hear
|
|
grunts and screams and thought something was wrong. I cracked the
|
|
door to their bedroom only to find them making love. The scene was
|
|
furios and almost unreal. In front of my eyes, my oldest son and
|
|
lover, was having sex with his wife. She was holding the bedpost,
|
|
kneeling in the bed as John drove his member deep inside her,
|
|
making her body lift from the bed each time he pumped her. Her
|
|
breasts massaged by his big manly hands, making them squirt milk,
|
|
(yes, he told me later he had told his wife he wanted her
|
|
lactating, and even gotten her a breast pump, at first she didn't
|
|
like it, but, well, you know women...). During the five minutes I
|
|
stood there, the poor girl must have orgasmed 3 or 4 times,
|
|
screaming things like, 'I'cant take it anymore...', 'I'm...I'm
|
|
cumming...','you animal...'. Yes it was animalic seeing him do it
|
|
to his wife, it was furios lovemaking, bestial. Then, when she was
|
|
almost passing out, he just tossed her in the bed on her back,
|
|
kneeling beside her head which he grabbed between his hands and
|
|
pushing his penis inside her mouth. He pumped her mouth furiously,
|
|
she coughed, tried to scream, but he went on. Then his body
|
|
stiffened and his penis ejaculated in her throat. When he had
|
|
relieved himself, he let himself slide in and out of her mouth yet
|
|
a couple of times, cum leaking from her lips, her eyes closed. Then
|
|
he bent down to her breasts, sucked for a while and went to the
|
|
bathroom, taking a shower. During the entire act in front of me, I
|
|
couldn't help it, but I had to play with myself. After several
|
|
minutes, the abused wife of his, rolled onto her side and peeled up
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|
the cover, sighing, then going to sleep. An hour later, when I was
|
|
barbequeing with John and his sons in their beautiful garden, she
|
|
descended. I saw a grin on her face, she kissed me, welcoming me
|
|
like a good daughter-in-law should do. She had cleaned up and
|
|
dressed in a skirt and blouse, she looked pretty. I turned away to
|
|
the children and started talking to them, but in the corner of my
|
|
eye I could see her embrace my son, her hand between his legs,
|
|
squeezing his manhood...I allmost got jelous of her...she had her
|
|
hands full...in both senses...she had more than she could ever
|
|
handle alone...
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|
|
|
Tim found a very attractive and good wife to be, a farmer's
|
|
daughter that went to school with him. She was very young, only 13,
|
|
and virgin when he first met her, her parents didn't really like it
|
|
I guess, my son was after all 20 years old. He used to make love to
|
|
her at home, sometimes in the barn. He knew I was peeking, and he
|
|
liked it. She was so tender and fragile, so beautiful, like a
|
|
princess out of a legend. And she loved him and most of all his
|
|
experteese when it came to lovemaking. After waiting 4 years, for
|
|
her to get her legal-age, and finally her parents approval, he
|
|
married her. Today they have 1 daugther, and she is 4 months
|
|
pregnant with next child.
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|
|
|
My sons moved down to Florida where they opened a big firm that
|
|
deals mostly with import and export to South America and the
|
|
Islands. I allmost forgot to tell you that John has a Major in
|
|
economy...I followed my sons to Florida where they bought me a
|
|
fantastic house. There I live today with our children, Mindy,
|
|
Linda, Michael and James. Of course, our, John's, Tim's and my
|
|
children will never find out who their real fathers are. To our
|
|
common children they are just being friendly uncles, visiting me
|
|
every now and then...
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|
|
|
I cannot hide that I have had my lusts for young boys,
|
|
especially Michael and James, however, nothing has ever happened
|
|
between us, and I don't think anything will, especially not now
|
|
when they both have girlfriends...
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|
|
|
But I know I do have a weekness for young boys, and that nothing
|
|
will ever change. Several times during the last 2 years I have
|
|
found myself seducing boys of 13 to 15 years in my own home.
|
|
Sometimes the pizza delivery boy or the paperboy or just a boy from
|
|
the grocery store, it makes me feel like a predator. Sometimes I
|
|
stay at the beach, finally catching a boy ogling my body, covered
|
|
only with a too small bikini, exposing more than it is designed to.
|
|
I know it's risky, after all I don't want my children to find out,
|
|
but the urge of doing it with a virgin boy, to feel once again the
|
|
wonderful moments so long ago is sometimes too strong. I remember
|
|
one of these occasions at the beach when I met 3 boys, two were
|
|
brothers and the third was their cousins on vacation. The youngest
|
|
was only 12 and the oldest 15. I'll never forget the tight bond
|
|
which we built during a month. Everyday I would go to the beach
|
|
when my children were at school. We had a secret hiding place in
|
|
the park not far away. There all three of them would come and enjoy
|
|
my body. I teached them everything there was to teach. I did things
|
|
with them that not many women would comply of doing, like sucking
|
|
them, letting them suck milk out of my lactating breasts...it was
|
|
so wonderful, teaching the youngsters games they would learn in the
|
|
close future. But what was so wonderful was that they were virgins,
|
|
the twelve year-old was too immature to be able to ejaculate,
|
|
unfortunately, because I love virgin boys and I love virginal sperm
|
|
inside my sloppy, cumfilled vagina, it makes me feel so wicked...
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|
|
|
Of course I meet John and Tim. Almost everyday when my children
|
|
are away at school I take the car to the factory where they have
|
|
their offices and have sex. It feels wonderful to know that even
|
|
though I am an aged woman of 57, I still excite men...and boys.
|
|
Several times I used to have an adventure with young boys before
|
|
going to them. They knew I was doing it with youngsters, once they
|
|
saw me in their own warehouse letting a 15 year-old boy slide in
|
|
and out of my eagerly sucking mouth. Then going to my sons, letting
|
|
them take me like the boy had done. I have done my best to keep my
|
|
figure in good shape, and it seems like I have. Even though they
|
|
are married and have a faithful wife at home, I still am THE one
|
|
for them as they say. Their wifes never suspect anything or that
|
|
they are having a love-affair...how could they after all?
|
|
|
|
I know today, as well as I knew then, that what we have done is
|
|
considered immoral, bad. It's name is incest. But unlike many cases
|
|
of incest, we all wanted it to happen. It is a big part of our
|
|
lives. Of course we have allways had to hide ourselves, John and
|
|
Tim may never be able to tell our children that they are fathers
|
|
and not uncles. I cannot tell my children they are their brothers,
|
|
it wouldn't match the story I've depicted to them about their
|
|
father who died... It's confusing sometimes to sort things out. I
|
|
am the mother of Tim and John, but am I the grandmother of our
|
|
children, are my sons brothers or fathers? It's wierd...
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|
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|
And of course it sometimes seems like we all live in a lie...
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But this is our destiny...
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The End
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