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

***

Chapter X

Time passed, winter arrived. It was cold and windy 
outside, but in our house there was always 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 
lovely 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 immensely, 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, always 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 her being big doesn't disgust them. 
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 sons'. 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 always 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 always 
full of manly flesh, always feeling young experimenting 
hands on my body. But most of all, I always 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 thrusting 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 always someone between my legs.

In the morning I would be awoken by a penis playing on 
my lips, hot salty, pre-cum wetting my mouth while 
another penis was playing at my nether lips, wetting 
me, preparing me for the love session that would 
follow.

Their morning erections lasted long, and they often 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 each other, 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 thrusting of the bed as my sons took places 
hoovering my body, my vagina letting out obscene 
lovemaking noises. 'Clutching, smacking and gurgling 
could be heard as they feverishly pumped my cum filled 
vagina.

**

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 birth giving. 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 beautiful. 
She was asleep, my beautiful baby-daughter.

**

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 beautiful 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 gentlemen 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 tough..."

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 presence of a young 
penis inside of me, and I was really happy when my sons 
took up their lovemaking with me again, even though it 
hurt a little at first. I knew I had lost some of the 
tightness of my vaginal muscles with the birth giving, 
but what I lacked in tightness, I tried making up by 
squeezing their members with my muscles and sucking 
hard with my mouth. They were almost fighting over who 
would enter me first, but finally we were at it 
again...

However, my two lovers did new things to me, things I 
had never thought were possible to do...

They would play with my cunt more intensely, but in a 
new sort of way. It all started when they fingered me 
down there. Instead of just pushing one finger in and 
out of me, they pushed two, three...finally, finding 
out it didn't hurt me, they were pushing all fingers in 
my cum lubricated pussy. The childbirth had made me 
quite loose down there and I more or less told them to 
go on. I was as fascinated as they were when seeing 
that I had a hand and half the forearm inside of me. I 
knew this only triggered my son's fascination for my 
pussy. Until that time it was only something you put 
your 'thing' in to get off, or to lick, just because it 
made me feel good.

Today I have heard it's called something like 'fist-
fucking', but at that time it was only a game for us. 
They would take turns pushing their hands inside of me, 
sometimes as deep as halfway up to their elbows. I 
can't say I really got any pleasure out of it, more 
than feeling myself very stuffed, something I couldn't 
get enough of. They enjoyed feeling my insides, the 
folds of my vagina, but their touching of my uterus 
wasn't too appreciated, it hurt when they did that if I 
wasn't too excited.

The game continued a little, and they started pushing 
other things up my pussy, I remember them trying 
baseball-bats, vegetables and yes, even a beer-bottle.

If it wouldn't have been for their expertly flickering 
tongues on my clit, I wouldn't have allowed them to do 
this. But since they were giving me great pleasure, I 
let them have it their way.

What we did come to enjoy, all of us, was when my sons 
and daughter would suck at my breasts. At first it was 
just experimenting. But after a while it was an 
obsession.

Every time I had fed Mindy, our daughter, my sons were 
next. They would suck my milk-producing breasts till 
they were drained. I had learned enjoying those 
sessions immensely, feeling my warm motherly milk being 
sucked out of my heavy breasts by my two sons like they 
had once done before so lovingly. Of course, Mindy was 
always first, no question about that. But as soon as 
she had finished my both sons were more than eager to 
suck the rest out of me.

I was so happy to be able to produce milk again, like I 
had once been. And was I producing...my breasts were 
always more than filled with hot milk to be sucked out 
of them. It seemed like the more my sons drank out of 
it, the more I produced. I had swelled quite some in 
breast size and sometimes I really had to beg my sons 
to come and ease the tension. Sometimes the production 
was so great that just by walking around doing the 
regular chores, the bumping would cause milk squirting 
out of my pink and enlarged nipples, which not only 
served an infant, but my two sons as well.

Sometimes I was so full of milk after Mindy had nursed, 
that I just had to relieve myself. I had found a way to 
suck my own nipples, nursing my own breasts, but it was 
a position that made my neck hurt since I had to suck 
for a long time. What I used to do most of the time was 
to take a small bucket, place it on the floor as I sat 
on a little chair. Then I would bend forward, letting 
my large and overfilled breasts dingle downwards. My 
hands would go around them and start squeezing, warm 
jets of milk squirting from my nipples, filling the 
bucket. Then I would bottle it up, drinking some of it, 
leaving it to my sons but sometimes I used it for 
making cookies. They loved my cookies. 

We stopped buying milk, since I was producing more than 
we could all drink. I felt so strange, so beautiful 
with my huge bosom, swaying as I walked around all day 
doing the chores. There was always an aroma of warm 
milk surrounding me due to my lactating breasts, the 
sweet aroma of warm motherly milk. Every time I got the 
bucket to fill, I felt so animalistic, so hot, it might 
sound crazy to you, but I felt like I was a cow. Ready 
to be mated with any bull, then producing milk every 
day for hungry mouths she gave birth to...

I think my sons quit drinking ordinary milk, and even 
water. Every time they were thirsty they would come to 
me, I was their source.

Every night when we got to sleep they would suck my 
breasts while they made love to me. Afterwards they 
would continue while I fell asleep, happy, feeling 
wonderful, their nibbling, one at each nipple, making 
me muse in my sleep.

In the morning at breakfast, I would expose my breasts 
while sitting on a chair, and they would get down on 
their knees, one on each side and take care of my milk 
producing breasts. Afterwards I would take them in my 
mouth or my cunt, taking their bitter tasting baby-
making sperm in me once more in the morning.

Everyday when they were having their lunch breaks, I 
would take the car and ride into town, going to my 
son's school. There they would wait at the entrance 
getting into my car. We would drive to a deserted spot, 
and there they would have their lunches, eating, but 
most of all to my delight, drinking. Drinking my warm 
milk, directly from the source. They even had their 
favorite breast. John always nursed my left one, while 
Tim took the other. 

When they had finished eating they would put their 
mouths around my swollen nipples, grab my breasts with 
their hands, and gently squeeze, thus making all the 
milk squirt into their loving mouths. When the milk 
stopped coming out that easily, they would add their 
hard sucking mouths at my large nipples to extract the 
last drops. Then they would both make love to me, and 
off they went, I as well as them, content. My belly 
full with their wriggling seeds, theirs full of my 
motherly milk.

When dropping them off at school they would plant a wet 
and milk smelling kisses on my cheeks and mouth, while 
I gave them a squeeze between their legs, and then they 
ran to classes. There in the school-yard I could see 
girls and boys, their own age, the boys always trying 
to impress the girls, who always played hard to get, 
but wanted it as much as the boys did. But my two sons 
never had to go thru this. 

I was always ready and opened up for them. I wasn't the 
kind of sissy who would give signs of wanting, and then 
when seeing it worked with the boys, turning their 
back. Oh no, I was always ready for my lovers. And I 
would do everything with them, I would suck them, let 
them make reel love to me, not like the sissies their 
own age. Then I would offer them my milking breasts, to 
nurse from, something the girls could never do even if 
they wanted, the stupid cows.

But the weekends were the best. We would lie together 
in bed, for hours, making love, covered with sweat, 
spots of sperm, pussy juice and milk on our bodies as 
we copulated.

I always had a pillow sloughed under my buttocks, and I 
always had a small plug of wood, which I had told John 
to make. I put it in whenever I was walking around 
doing the chores. The reason, well, I wanted to feel 
their hot sticky juices remain inside me during the 
day, and night. 

But most of all, I wanted to get pregnant anew. I 
wanted to have a lot of children, each time I had a new 
freshly load injected into my belly, I dreamed it would 
be the moment of impregnation. The heavenly moment one 
of their tiny baby-making sperms would reach my life-
giving egg. Uniting, forming a child. I was thrilled 
knowing I had both my sons loving semen inside me, 
millions and millions of wriggling sperms from their 
nut shaped testicles mingling, racing in the most 
important race ever. The race for life.


EPILOGOUE

Today, I am 57. A fulfilled mother. I have seen all my 
children grow up and start their lives as adults more 
or less. 4 months after John and I had Mindy, I was 
pregnant again. It must have been the nursing, which 
made it difficult for the new impregnation. But I 
didn't mind trying over and over again. It made it even 
more thrilling and delightful each time they orgasmed, 
knowing this time could be the time one of their seeds 
they were planting deep inside my fertile womb would 
catch and start growing.

This time however, I didn't know who the father is, and 
I don't really care if it's little Tim, or John, but 
Linda our daughter sure has some of John's looks... 
After 1 year John moved away to a bigger town for 
college, and Tim had me all by himself. Together we had 
two sons, Michael and James, named after my dead 
husband. Of 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 jealous of Tim who 
could do me whenever he wanted, but that didn't keep 
him from sharing me with Tim. He said he enjoyed seeing 
me with his brother. Watching me make love with another 
man.

I know one learns a lot of different things at collage. 
But what John learned was something I had never heard 
of. I had read about anal sex, but that was always 
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. He said he wanted to try something new, pulling 
out his rigid 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 even 
pushing his Vaseline covered fingers inside. 

I must say I 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 was his woman. I'll 
never forget the moment when he placed his member 
against my back hole and started sliding his penis 
inside. I must say it did hurt. But John was very 
gentle with me. 

After the initial tearing sensation, he slid inside me 
completely, resting for some time. Tim didn't 
understand at first what was happening, but then he 
just grunted, and exclaimed his surprise with an 'Oh 
wow!'

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. Every time 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 penises through my 
membrane. I have never ever felt that filled. But there 
was more to come. 

One day when I was straddling Tim, my back against him, 
riding him, John licking and sucking my milk producing 
breasts, I suddenly felt John place himself at the 
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 
thought 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 pistols 
inside my pussy at the same time, but it was true. I 
could almost se in front of me their penises rubbing 
against each other, filling me up, parting my cave 
completely thus playing on my clitoris till I reached 
orgasm after orgasm. Then they would time their orgasms 
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...

**

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...

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 
furious 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 can't take it anymore... I'm...I'm cumming... you 
animal..."

Yes it was animalistic seeing him do it to his wife, it 
was furious 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 the cover, sighing, then 
going to sleep. An hour later, when I was barbequing 
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 almost got jealous of her...she had her 
hands full...in both senses...she had more than she 
could ever handle alone...

 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 expertise when it came to 
lovemaking. After waiting 4 years, for her to get her 
legal age, and finally her parent's approval, he 
married her. Today they have 1 daughter, and she is 4 
months pregnant with next child.

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 almost 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, 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...

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...

But I know I do have a weakness 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 
taught 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, cum-filled 
vagina, it makes me feel so wicked...

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 wives 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. Its 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 always 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 
weird...

And of course it sometimes seems like we all live in a 
lie...

But this is our destiny...

The End

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