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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi) *** Chapter V When I awoke, it was almost 10 o'clock, and I was amazed at how long I had slept. I checked John and Tim's rooms and saw they were gone. John worked on a ranch a few miles away, and Tim had a summer-job in town at a supermarket. I took a shower and fixed myself up. I started the week by doing the regular chores, which included laundering, cleaning the household, making myself some lunch and taking care of our stable which consisted of 4 beautiful horses and 2 cows. Since Tim worked at the supermarket, he did all the shopping, so I didn't have to bother going to town for groceries. Tim would take it with his motorette. When my boys got home I would have supper ready for them, and we would all eat together. Then we would play some cards, watch some television, and eventually we would go to bed, only that from now on John would share my bed. Every night from now on he could stay with me, to make love with me, to sleep with me like lovers do. I had a hard time all day long, thinking of John, wanting him every minute. I had to finger myself several times during the day, to relief myself. ** It seemed like my longing was rewarded. It was about mid-day. I had just eaten some lunch and gone out to the stable getting some hay for the horses, and started feeding the cows when I heard the sound of hooves outside. At the entrance I saw John leading Blackie, his horse inside the barn. "Hi Mom!" "Hello John, you're early today..." "I guess so..." He led the horse into his box and unsaddled him, getting some hay for him...then he turned to me. Now when he was finally here with me, I didn't really know what to do... "I didn't expect you this early...so I didn't make any food... but I'll make you something if you want to...I mean if you're hungry. He had gotten to me and was standing only two-three feet away from me. Looking me in the eyes. I had a hard time enduring his glances and had to look in another direction. "I'm a little hungry...but that could wait..." "Well...maybe you'll help me fix the horses...they sure need some brushing...especially Blackie...you ought to take care of him better..." He was still looking at me, then I felt his strong arms around 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, his young beard-stubble tickling me, while his warm breath was panting close to my naked neck. "Ohhh mom...I love you so much...", I heard him whisper in my ear. "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... "mmm John...." He had knelt in front of me, his face pressed against my crotch, grinding, like he wanted to enter me with his head, his hands around my thighs closing me in tight against him. I leaned backwards, against the wall, parting my legs, closing my eyes, letting it happen again...like I would for so many times to come, over and over again... John got under my skirt, his hot breath tickling my crotch, his steamy breath wetting my already 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 wetting the thin fabric of the panties, my vagina letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin material. "...mmmm....it feels so good John...please...take off my panties...I want to feel you close to me... please..." He did as I asked him. After a bit of struggle, I could feel the imprisoning panties slide down my calves. I stepped out of them and finally I was free... 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. I came very intense, my legs barely holding me up, almost collapsing on top 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 ecstasy. My hole body shivering...then came the wonderful aftermath... * I don't really know what happened after that, but I found myself on my back. My bra was unsnapped, my left breast hanging outside the unbuttoned 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... 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 ecstasy, I didn't think, I only wanted pleasure. I entwined 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 lovely cream, shooting deep inside me. * We lay close to each other for a long time, playing with each others' 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..." "I love you too honey..." * 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... * We were startled when we heard the sound of John's motorette approach. We were completely lost in each other. 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 cream 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 each other. 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 from behind. I could feel his erect penis thru his pants, pressing tight against my buttocks. His hands were around my breasts, squeezing them hard, his breath tickling my neck and ear while he started humping my buttocks with his imprisoned 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 each other up, tasting each other. 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 prolong 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 each other's 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... Continued in part 6... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This archive does not condone child abuse, we also do not censor authors. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years "getting it up the butt" by a fellow convict in their local penitentiary. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 7