Two Sons, Two Lovers I

NOTE: This text is of the highly erotic kind, describing the making of an incestuous relationship between a mother and her 2 teenage sons. It includes detailed descriptions of several intercourses taking place, oral sex, taking on both her sons, pregnancy with her sons, milking/lactating and breast feeding scenes.

All the sex taking place is consensual, and romantically written (if I may say so myself).

It is a story, true or false, for you to judge, concerning one of the most taboo subjects, INCESTUAL relationships between mother/sons and INCESTUAL PREGNANCIES.

If you dislike reading stories about family members having sex or if you are under the age of 18 (or the legal age if different from this), a sensitive person or a watchman of moral law, then don’t read any further and forget that the word and act of incest even exists…

For you who like reading about these fascinating subjects.. welcome to read further……

Chapter I

After all that had happened, I still considered myself lucky. Of course, there had been very tragic moments in my life, but they seemed only to have given me more strength, and trust in myself. Nature had of course influenced me and somewhat turned me into a sad person, but this day changed it all for me, I started to live anew. I had only lived half my life, I was still young… Let me tell you how it started…

My name is Annabel, but everyone calls me Anna or just Bel. We, that is, my then 19-year-old-son John, and his 1 year younger brother Tim, lived out on the planes of Texas. We had lived there ever since the dreadful accident that changed my life in a brutal way. It was only 2 months after the birth of Tim. My husband and I had been married for almost 2 years, loving each other immensely, but life isn’t always kind. Michael worked at a big ranch and was chief when it came to handling cattle, however in a dreadful moment he was smacked against the boards by a bull, leaving him all paralysed. One week later, Michael died.

The owner of the ranch was a very kind man, he understood the tragedy, he knew I was alone, without any understanding parents to go to, with 2 children to take care of, and only 25. So he arranged for me to live in a small, but old cottage, which was situated in the outskirts of his land by a beautiful pond. It was a lovely house, which Michael and I had rode by several times, admiring, hoping that one day we could live together in a lonely but romantic place just like that.

The first years the owner visited me quite often, lending me some powerful hands belonging to his workers, to make some repairs, but later we met only once or twice a month in town. But as I said, he was a very kind man, too old for me to love but he never tried to take advantage of me and the situation in any way, and for that I respect him greatly.

Living in the cottage was fantastic, most of the times, however, getting to town was difficult, since you had to drive on a small dirt road for 4 miles, and being so far off in the countryside made life pretty lonely. There were no neighbours closeby, only uncultivated fields, but I didn’t mind. Even though the town was quite large, there were no men who would marry me, I was only 25 and looked great at that time, but having 2 children, didn’t attract any of them… I tried, I wanted and needed a man, but no one wanted me, so I was left alone, with my children, raising them, waiting for life to pass by, being forgotten.

Time passed slowly, I took occasional jobs as a waitress, assistant shopkeeper etc. I didn’t really need the money, since I was granted a sum of money from my husband’s parents and then there were the social welfare money. In other words, I managed myself.

I and my two sons had a great life together, we used to play games, cards, listen to music, going out and ride. I really took my time taking care of them. Together we built up a special bond, a special love. My sons never quarrelled with each other, like my brothers did all the time back home, instead they shared everything, they went together and stayed together. I was very proud of them, since they did very well in school too.

However, this specific summer I’m going to tell you about, changed our love for each other. It turned into a love I had missed for so long…But let’s start at the beginning….

Chapter II

It was my birthday, I was turning 36, the boys and I had decided to take a ride out to the lake for a pick-nick, sort of. We had a great time, laughing, making jokes, eating and drinking. The wine bottle I had brought was finished pretty soon, of course I didn’t want my sons to drink alcohol, but inviting them to drink a glass with me couldn’t be bad. I was feeling very joyful, maybe it was the wine that did it…

“Let’s take a swim!”, I heard myself exclaim.

“Yeah, why not?”, Tim responded.

“But, we don’t have any swimming suits with us” said John.

That was true, but what did it matter, besides I didn’t feel like I wanted to wear a swimsuit. I felt like I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. I hadn’t gone skinny dipping, since my husband was killed. After all this day was special, at least to me, and I wanted to amuse myself…

“What difference does it make” I asked, “there’s only us here, and I’ve seen you naked before! Let’s go skinny dipping!”

That was also true, but I hadn’t seen my boys naked for years. Even though we were an open family, I was raised to respect the privacy of someone, but what difference would it make now.

This day however, I’m sure it must have been the wine that got to my head and the warmth, but as I started peeling of my clothes, one by one, I started to feel.. …excited…

Michael, my husband, was a city boy, raised in Houston, before he had moved out to work in Texas. For me, he was the first man I had ever been with, even after his death. However, Michael wasn’t a beginner at making love, he showed me a lot of things, letting me explore my own as well as his body. Teaching me the differences, showing me the secret of the love-act, things I had only heard about or dreamt in my wildest dreams… He introduced me to a completely new dimension. Of course, coming from the country, I was pretty naive, and, you could say, prude and strictly raised, knowing that sex was taboo, and somewhat a sin. But Michael changed this within me, I learned that all the lectures my mother had had with me about sex, sin and duty, was falling apart. My first orgasm, that was actually the second time we made love, changed all my ideas and theories about sex, it became something pleasurable, a game, in which you couldn’t loose, you would feel good with any outcome. And he taught me that as long as everything felt good, there was no bad in it. Michael also taught me what stimulated men, but he also taught me what could stimulate women… This was one thing I got very aroused from, at first undressing in front of Michael with lit lamps, scared me. I was ashamed of myself. But he showed me that it was something that really turned him on, and that started to turn me on to, knowing that just by displaying my body to him when undressing, could make him go crazy… so crazy that we would keep the bed rocking the whole night, then keeping it warm till noon the next day, when we would get up only to eat and again have even more sex… But as I have already told you, that ended some 17 years ago, and since then I have been all alone in bed…Loosing all my trust in ever having any man again, and my rule was to first get a steady relationship, then sex. I had become sure that I would be alone for the rest of my life in bed, but how wrong I was…

The act of undressing in front of two males, may be they were my own sons, started to turn me on… Soon I was having only my bra and panties on…And slowly, as provocative as only a female can be, I peeled them off, standing all nude on the blanket, my long, brown hair hanging down in a pony tail, covering my left breast. I hadn’t paid any attention to it, until I was this naked, but my two sons had started taking off their clothes, they were staring at me with huge eyes that looked like they would pop out off their skulls any minute. It wasn’t until now, when they slowly took their jeans off that I saw the tent formation in their underwear…They had hard-ons! And I mean reel hardons! My hart skipped at least for beats, and I had a hard time not looking at their crotches…Looking up I saw them eyeing my body, and meeting their eyes, they blushed, doing there best to hide their erected penises. I felt a little embarrassed I hadn’t awaited this reaction…Here I was standing all nude, like I had only in front of one man earlier. Now I was starting to have these strange sensations a woman gets when wanting a man… NO! I couldn’t think this way! These were my sons!

“I’ll run ahead I said…” slowly, not really wanting to, I turned around and headed for the water…I needed to cool off, to cool off bad! To get rith of my horny feelings, feelings towards my sons!

I tried no to look, but seeing my boys coming towards me 20 yards away, I watched them closely. I eyed them in maybe the closest way I had ever inspected them.

Ooh, how tall and beautiful they were, John was only 19, and yet so tall, shoulders broad like his father’s, the muscles he had gotten from working on a ranch part time were playing on his body as he moved, his body, which already showed the masculine power it possessed. Girls would chase him in a year or two, he was really handsome, every wet schoolgirls dream… Puberty had come, and already set the marks on him, he looked gorgeous. It was strange how fast he had grown to be a man, I hadn’t realised he was a man till now, admiring his male flesh, watching his semi-erected penis, which had already received the cute dark-brown bush above it. Then we had little Tim, only 18, looking so innocent and sweet, still a child compared to John, I couldn’t see at this distance, but I couldn’t figure out whether he had any blonde hairs covering his… his…manhood… but… they were no children any longer… they were men, at least if you judged by their young and beautiful erected… ooh what was I thinking of…I hadn’t seen a man naked for 17 years, and for 17 years I had made myself happy in bed, with my fingers, imagining it was Michael, my husband making love to me, however lately I no longer enjoyed it as much, imagination didn’t have any effect on me any longer. But now I felt really horny, for the first time in years, it must have been the wine that was playing a game on me…

I held my breath and took a couple of strokes under the water, feeling the coolness around me, seeking deeper water. By the time I surfaced, John and Tim were in the lake, swimming towards me.

“Come on you two! or maybe you’re chickening out?” I tried to ease up the tension the odd situation had created, and I knew Tim couldn’t resist a challenge, always wanting to win every possible contest. So he lunged himself towards me, taking a pair of quick strokes, then as he approached, he stopped a few feet away from me. Then SPLASH, a rain of water drenched my face as Tim hit the water with his palm…

“What are you doing?” I yelled at the sudden attack, laughing…

“Let’s se who’s chickening out?” He yelled, giving me several more splashes. Then there was war, me and Tim splashing water on each other and suddenly John was in the battle too, only he was on my side… Timmie fought bravely, but was doomed to loose, not liking it, he took a couple of strong strokes, and off he went…

“I’m going to take a swim…I’m heading for those rocks, to get a sun-tan” he said, lunging himself towards a couple of rocks some 100 yards away, along the shore, probably setting up a new challenge.

“Be careful.”, I said, like any mother would…even though I new my sons were good swimmers.

“Sooo, we won!”, said John happily.

“Sure did”, I took a step closer to him, feeling the soft sand tickling my toes, the waterline at my shoulders…

Then, SPLASH!

“Oh, you little…”, I never had the chance to speak out, another splash, now it was John who were giving me a hard time.

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I tried getting away, but he kept scooping water on me, so I I went for the kill…but I ended up bumping against him, my big, soft breasts pressed against his naked chest, my long legs against his muscular, but then, there was his semi-erected penis, between my legs, barely parting my cleavage, slightly pushing at the entrance…twitching, tickling my clitoris, following the rhythm of the undulating water movements… I was melting from the treatment…and he was growing…his penis reaching full stiffness, full erection, really deserving to be called a manhood…

We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, which couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. His eyes meeting mine, hot glances exchanged, talking through them with each other, expressing what we both so sinfully wanted. Then nature took over our oversexed bodies which ached so bad for relief. John started to hump me, even though he hadn’t entered me, he was running his penis in the crack of my womanhood, his eyes, glassy like mine with the hot lust, passion-burning, no more logic, no more sense, no more moral. Pure animal lust, owned our bodies… I WANTED him, I wanted him NOW. Feeling his penis play in my crack, was exciting me a lot, I was going to cum… I realised I wanted him inside! I wanted him where I couldn’t have him, where no mother was allowed to have her son after once giving birth to her child…I wanted him in my pussy, deep, deep where his father once planted him. I wanted to have sex with him, I was hot…

I moaned, looked at his closed eyes, the eyelids fluttering as he was experiencing great pleasures from feeling his stiff penis running between my slippery vaginal lips, his hands were at my waist, keeping me close to him, his lower body working in a fast rhythm to satisfy his eager need, the need to mate, he was beyond rational thinking, his entire body shaking without control, seeking that ultimate lust.

He’s my son! echoed in my head, I can’t do what I’m about to do! It would be a great sin, it would be incest! I thought, but feeling his penis bumping against my hole, almost entering, stimulating my erected and hypersensitive clitoris, made up my mind… I wanted him as much as he wanted me…

I grabbed his penis with my hand, the other one went around his buttocks. When he felt that he couldn’t hump anymore he opened his eyes dreamily…

“Ohh…please… don’t make me stop mom, it feels so good…I’ve never felt this good before…just let…”

“Shhhh…”, I hushed him motherly, “I know my love, I want to help you…I only want to make it even better…for us…”

Slowly, like in a trance I directed my sons virginal penis against my love cave, letting it part my fluttering butterfly- like lips. I was trying hard to find a good reason to tell him I wanted to stop, one final effort to stop this depraved incestuous act, as a mother and grown-up, it is my duty to see what’s right or wrong, but I was blinded. I could not see nor hear anything but only feel his pulsing penis in my hand, guiding it towards my welcoming hole…

When finally it was positioned, I slowly started pressing his penis against my overheated womanhood. I could feel the entrance muscle, starting to soften as I applied pressure, dilating as his penis pushed forward. There was a sudden ‘Pop’ and his mushroom tip sank inside me, I gave out a loud moan of pleasure, simultaneously I heard John gasp…

For more than 17 years, no one had been there, and for the first time I was doing it with someone else than my husband. For the first time I was letting my son enter me, letting my son fulfill our pleasure strive of lust, to tame my pussy in heat, letting happen the most perverted thing a mother could do with her son, to have intercourse…For the first time my beautiful son made love to a woman, and it would be me who was going to be his first…I was enjoying it, I tried to convince myself that it made no difference whether he was my son or not, and after all, he would still fuck some woman someday, so why not making it with someone who loves you most in this world, someone who won’t cheat on you, someone with patience and the will of teaching the act of lovemaking…I’ve allways tried to give my sons what’s best for them, now I would only give him the most beautiful pleasures a boy can receive…that couldn’t be wrong as both enjoyed it, yes I would receive pleasures myself that I had for missed for so long, but we would have a great time together…Part of my brain desperatly tried to convince the other, why I should let this happen…but it was finally the feelings from ‘down there’ that made up my mind…

It was bigger than I had expected, I think it was even bigger than Michael’s had been. It felt wonderful having his mushroom tip just inside my entry muscle, enlarging my soaking wet canal, twitching. I was still holding his penis, when he couldn’t hold it back any more. He pushed his big rod to the bottom in one plunge, slicing through my tight, oversoaked vagina like it was melting butter. I joined him in with a loud moan from the sudden thrust, then I felt it coming, beginning in my toes, legs starting to go limp, my vagina starting to contract, I was climaxing…The scene of making love to my own son in the a lake, seeking sexual fullfillment like never before, was highly erotic…It was the peak…

“mmmpph…mphhh….I’m..coming…ahhhh…do it…do it to me… my son… do it….fill me up…”, I couldn’t talk, only give out guttural noises. In the frenzy I grabbed my son around his buttocks and started pushing his body tight against me. He got the idea and started humping me. He didn’t last long, my orgasm-cramping vagina massaged his young, inexperienced and virginal, member merciless. He was so excited he gave me short humps and stabs with his mighty penis for only 5 or 6 times, but who cared how long he lasted, I was already coming hard. In the dizziness I was in I heard my son moan, pressing himself tight against my body, my breasts flattening against his boy-hairy chest, nipples erect, his penis filling me up to the brim.

“Ohhhh…moooom…it’s going to happen…ohhh…”, then, as I was climaxing I felt a sudden twitch in his member, then another and another. I could feel the so familiar and for such a long time missed hot clinging juice filling my pussy and I realised that my loving son was shooting me full of his sperm, his incestuous sperm…our bodies shuddering with the intensity of our orgasmic pleasures, our genitals matching each other. Every time John’s cunt-embedded penis spew out a new gooey load of his hot incestuous seed deep inside my belly, my pussy would clamp tightly around his flesh, milking merciless for it’s precious honey. In the frenzy, I found myself squeezing his buttocks hard, then moving my hand to his small sac, starting to squeeze it gently, feeling the two nuts inside, small and tiny, but yet so manly, contracting as they were pumping out potent seed. By squeezing his sac in time with his contractions like Michael had taught me to, my pussy milking his penis in time with every outburst of his, I was helping his throbbing penis on its way to relief by squeezing out the virginal spunk his fresh testicles had produced for this heavenly act, the act of sex. It felt like my vagina had its own life, like its only goal was to dry-suck my beautiful son’s and lover’s lovemaking penis…

We stayed embraced for what seemed like an eternity, the water gently licking our overheated bodies, the small waves making my big, womanly, soft, breasts, bouncing against my son’s chest, nipples still erect, the excitement still showing, like a reminder of what we had done. John’s lovemaking penis was still buried inside my now sperma- soaked pussy, however, it’s present size and glory had diminished, but not the knowledge of the sinful, and yet so wonderful act we had done. It was now that it really started flushing my body, after the pleasure had subsided so much that I started to think more rational. I knew what incest was, I had read about it, and even seen some debates on our new purchased T.V. I knew it was an act of depravity, the ultimate thing a mother could do to her son. It was bad, forbidden by church and law. How could I let it happen? Giving in for my personal needs, sexual needs, I had for so long kept secret and hidden to myself? How could I let my own son loose on my body, the way I wanted and needed a man? Yes, maybe he had wanted it too, but after all, he was so young and innocent he didn’t know what was wrong or right, he just followed his instincts, his sexual instincts…Oh…how wrong I had acted…

“Ohh…what have we done…” I whispered in his ear, my brain getting aware of the fact I still had my hand firmly around his sac, still holding it gently. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I let go, feeling the shame flush…John was still holding me close to him, his hands around my buttocks in a steady grip, however he was more weak than I, and he didn’t resist when I slowly parted from him. It wasn’t until his penis slid out of my cum-filled vagina, that he awoke from his dreamy state… he blushed, looking me in my eyes…

“I’m so sorry…I…It’s my fault…I…I don’t know what got into me…”, I heard myself stammering, tears filling my eyes…

“Ohh…how could I let it happen…”…by now I was crying openly, ashamed of the dirty act I had just done…one of the most deprived things a woman could do…how could I forgive myself…how?

I felt two strong hands embracing me, John’s body pressed tight to me… “It’s all right mom, it really is…don’t cry…it felt wonderful…in fact…I’ve never, ever, felt this good in my entire life!”

Chapter III

I was in uproar for the rest of the day. Tim appeared pretty soon after our love-session, and we had to drop the subject. However, my mind was split, I was very distracted and my head was in turmoil. During the ride home, I could feel my still sex-aching vagina get stimulated from the movements in the saddle…but most of all, I could feel John’s virginal sperm, which he had deposited inside of me only minutes earlier, squishing and squelching out of my tunnel of love only to soak my panties, making them stick and clib between my thighs. Thus reminding me of our lovemaking…

At home, I tried to do my chores, fixing some dinner, washing, but my mind kept wandering away, reminding me of the sinful but yet so pleasurable act earlier. I needed to be alone for awhile, to think my situation over. I couldn’t even look my own son in his eyes any longer, avoiding eye-contact, feeling shame and guilt flushing my body every time my eyes met his, every time I had to talk to him.

I wanted to talk with John about what had happened, but I couldn’t. I had wanted to clear some things out, maybe to tell him I was sorry, that we should forget all about it, on the other hand I wasn’t able to conduct such a discussion in the state of decomposure I was in…I was really happy when Tim was around, it felt much more easier…

That night John came to me. I somehow knew it would happen again, and yes, I was hoping for him to come. I knew what the sex-urge was, how hard it was resisting it, how easy it was to give in. If I needed it so bad, then how much more did my son need it? I knew from experience what the sex-drive meant for a youngster…I knew that by letting him take a bite from the forbidden apple, he would want it all, and he would come after more. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to stop him, I wanted it as bad as him, missing it for so long… That night when my son came into my room, I knew our lives would change. Nothing would be the same…ever.

I was lying awake, thinking of the day, remembering the wonderful few moments I had had on my birthday, the moments of pure love my son had given to me, the loving moments, so dangerous and immoral, but so pleasurable and heavenly. However they were blurry. Blurry with the feeling of guilt and sin. Then I couldn’t remember everything straight. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the pure excitement…

I was fingering myself for the second time since I had gone to bed when I heard my bedroom door open.

“Mom, are you awake”, hearing John’s whispering voice really startled me, I was hoping with all my hart that he would come to me, knowing how sinful it would be…I had awaited him, like a woman awaits her secret lover at night…

“Yes, John, I’m awake…”.

I could see the shadow of his body in the pale moonshine shooting through our window. He sat down on my bed, facing me.

“Mom, are you still mad at me?”

“Oh..no John, how could I be mad at you? Why do you think that?”

“Well…after you know…what happened at the lake, you haven’t talked to me…or… anything…you don’t even look at me…”

“Come here John.”, I sat up in bed, and hugged him motherly, as I had done for so many times, only this time I felt other strange feelings overwhelm my body than just motherly love. Oh how I wanted my son, the man that I had given birth to, the man I had nursed, the man I had washed and taken care of. The same man was now driving me crazy with animal lust, feelings I couldn’t show to my son. I wanted him, but at the same time I knew how wrong it would be…

I hugged him closely to me, rocking our bodies, feeling the warmth from his chest spread to my breasts through my thin night-gown and my son’s payama, my nipples getting erect.

“No, my son, it’s not that I’m mad at you, it’s just that…what happened at the lake today shouldn’t have happened. It was bad of me to let things get out of hand. Maybe it was the wine, I don’t know really…You’re big enough to know about what happened today, to understand that a mother isn’t supposed to do such a thing to her child…it’s bad. They call it incest, something forbidden by law.”

“But mom, you didn’t do anything to me, it was something that just happened…I wanted it to happen to, it’s really my fault, and I’m sorry you’re mad at me…”

“No John, at that moment I wanted it to happen, but it’s a bad thing to want that. But you see…it’s been..an awful long time since I’ve been with…someone…a woman needs a man, exactly like a man needs a woman…I guess I got too crazy to think… I’m not trying to excuse myself…I know I can’t…but I just want to…to explain…”…my concience was loosing the grip, without thinking, my hands were caressing John’s back, occasioanlly gripping his buttocks, my body pressed tightly to his…”Oh John, forgive me, please do…I wanted you so…I wanted to feel a man, even though you’re my son.” I was pressing myself even tighter, my body squirming, my mouth kissing his eyes, his beuatiful and innocent eyes…”I’m sorry of what happened, but I needed you so bad, I understand if you…I..if you wont forgive me…I needed you!”. Feeling his body so close to mine, his warmth, his breath and most of all, his building erection, made me loose my mind. I was so horny I couldn’t think straight. I was like a youngster once having had sex. I could go on forever… “I’m sorry John, I’m so sorry…we shouldn’t…be…doing…” I found my hand patting his erection gently thru the pajama pants, feeling it grow to the wonderful size I had once felt inside of me. My mouth kept talking what my brain told it, however, it didn’t mean anything, for me in that excitement, it was only empty words, meaning absolutly nothing, it was pure nonsense…

Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting mine, lips cealing around 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…

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.

The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our clothes on. Our mouths met, his hands still fondling with my breasts…then I felt his member jerk 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…

I was caressing his hair, kissing his face tenderly, keeping him close to me, feeling the hot wetness spreading between our genitals as he was climaxing…loving him.

After a minute or so, he regained his senses, only to find that my hand had reached into his 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…”

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…

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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…

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 just want to please you the best way I can…”

I didn’t wait for an answer…gently, not disturbing the beautiful moment, I slid down his belly, til I reached his magic pole, letting his penis provocativly run in the crack of my womanhood. He started stabbing me with his love-tool, jerking his hips upwards to meet my vagina, but I was prepared for this. I continued down his legs…moving as easy and gingerly as mist, facing him, looking him in his eyes, leaning forward, thus letting my big breasts hang loosly, dingling and swaying in rhythm with my movements.

“Part your legs honey…”

Slowly, like in a trance he did so. I let his penis play in the crack of my breasts, giving them a squeeze from each side. Mashing his rod between my softness, watching some of his crystal-clear pre-cum dribble out of his hot-looking penis glistening, his sexy purple-coloured mushroom-head, between my pale flesh. It was fascinating, so beautiful, so simple, naked skin to skin. Again he started stabbing me with his manhood, sliding his penis up in the soft, fleshy cleavage. Again I was prepared for it and continued my strive downwards.

I lay down on my belly, straddling his leg, letting my wet softness play on his naked shin as I rode his muscular but still boyish and almost hairless leg, my clitoris springing to full attention, my breasts on each side of his thigh.

I looked him in his beautiful eyes, smiling to him, smiling that seductive smile I knew could drive Michael crazy with lust. I didn’t feel obliged to this, I had never been with Michael either. It was something I liked to do, I knew how good it felt, and I wanted to give all possible love and pleasure to my son, thanking him for the wonderful awakening he had given me. I knew that the 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 mother and son, but the sofisticated love and affection as for two lovers, the game of giving and taking. The game of giving an receiving pleasure in the most exciting way. I knew it was wrong to do this kind of things, but I somehow accepted it, understanding that I liked it, my son liked it, and as long as no one found out, we could both enjoy this great time for as long as John wanted. Of course, there would come a time when John would have to go his own way, to find his life companion, his own girl to love and care for. 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 knowing woman guide him in the intricate world of sexuality, to show him everything and to teach him the beauties and the most 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 was with the person who loved him the most, a person who he could rely fully on, a woman who would do anything for him, any request, his very own mother? Someday he would be someone else’s lover, but until then I was his and he was mine, that was what mattered at that point. What we were doing, wasn’t hurting anyone. He liked it and I liked it.

Maybe today, I would have proceeded differently, I don’t know, but I probably wouldn’t, after all, knowing of how great our relationship has been…how great it still is…

So I proceded with my illegal but so pleasurable seduction of my willing son.

I lowered my head down, opened my mouth and let my son’s wet penis slide inside my hot warmth.

“Ohhh…MOM!”

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 love-shaft inside my craving mouth, his jaw hanging loose, mouth open.

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 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.

Gently I started twirling my tongue over and around his mushroom tip, feeling the sharp edge, playing with my tongue over his pee- hole, wandering down along his penis, I explored each vein of his lovely member.

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.

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 only moments earlier. I let the liquids play on my tastebuds, enjoying the taste of our mingled cum, then swallowing. With my hands I was holding his little sac, squeezing it gently while working my other hand up and down rhythmically, masturbating him.

“Ohhhh…moooommm….”, his hands were pressing my head down on his penis, and I knew what he wanted. Slowly, but still with the sucking motion, I started moving my head up and down on his shaft, thus turning my mouth into an artificial vagina, only that my hot mouth was sucking him hard like a vagina could never do.

I could feel the taste of his pre-cum, and knew this was the time. I let him go out of my mouth, watching as a string of cum and saliva clang between his penis and my lips. Eagerly I darted my tongue out and cut it, lapping it up, letting my tongue move lightly on his mushroom tip, tickling his purpour coloured penis.

I gave it a final kiss, tenderly my lips closing around it while my tongue played on it, leaving a large amount of juices and saliva. Then I proceeded with the strive for relief.

I straddled him, in a riding position, my big breasts hanging only inches from his face. Grabbing his penis with my hand I played with it in the crack of my slit, then finally guiding it to the entrance, positioning it. I was so wet with the previous cum, still oozing out of me, and his penis so wet with my spit and his cum, that when lowering myself on his intruder, it went in so easily that it felt like it was meant to be inside of me forever.

Gently I started riding him in a slow rhythm, feeling his big shaft plunge into the depth of me, every time I lowered myself down on him.

I looked him in the eyes, saw the hot glances of an animal in heat in my son. I lowered my upper body so that my breasts reached his face, bumping against it, guiding them so he could suck on my nipples.

“Please John, play with my breasts…please suck on them… anhhhh… that’s right…”

John was more than eager to fulfill my wish, the passion was so tremendous that no one can understand how good it felt, only true lovers. There was no right or wrong, no legal or illegal, moral or immoral act. It was pure lust and desire. Love and affection for my son.

I orgasmed twice, while I was riding him, then he came inside of me, once more filling me up with his loving semen, the evidence of how much he loved me.

After our wonderful love session, and some more playing, we got out of bed. It was still very early, and John reluctantly tip-toed to his room after trying to stay “a little while longer”. I persuaded him, after letting him suck on my motherly breasts once more, to go to his room, and go to sleep, after all, it was Monday, and that meant he would have to leave for his summer-job and besides, I needed some sleep too.

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I sprawled out on the bed, naked, the sheets clinging to my body from the sweat and the cum, and I started caressing my swollen and somewhat soure pussy. Sticking a finger up inside me, I could feel his seed from the two climaxes. I played a little with myself, tasting the cum from my pussy, savouring the taste and remembering the wonderful moments only minutes ago. I thought of going to the bathroom and wash myself up, especially my genitals, to minimize the risk of getting pregnant, but I put the idea aside. I knew my son was fertile, but I reasoned it would after all be too late for that now. Besides, I liked knowing I had my son’s spunk inside of me, even though I knew it was a hazardous game, it kind of thrilled me, knowing I could get pregnant…

TO BE CONTINUED…