Written by god_hand
ANG KARUGTONG.
Chapter V
When I awoke, it was almost 10 o’clock, and I was amazed at how long I had slept. I checked John’s 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 laundring, 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 shoppings, 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 eventuallly 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 wettening my allready damp panties. I started caressing John’s head thru the fabric. If it wouldn’t be for the strange bulge forming between my legs no one could guess that there was a man down there… It was so exciting to feel his face on my mound, his lips wettening the thin fabric of the panties, my vagina letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin material.
“…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 enprisoning 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 ontop of him as he darted his tongue in and out of my climaxing pussy. I couldn’t help it, but for the first time in my life I screamed. I screamed like I had never screamed before. It was like a roar, from an animal in heat, a roar of exctacy. My hole body shivering…then came the wonderful aftermath…
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 unbottened shirt, John’s mouth sucking hard at it. My skirt was up at my waist, my naked legs spread wide and my lover’s body between them, his hips moving up and down on me as he was pounding his member in and out of my slippery cunt. Then I felt him plunge one final time, and he came with his warm seed deep inside my belly, squirting his loving spunk into my womb…
I don’t know who, but it sounded like my voice, told him to go on, to ‘fuck me again’. It was the first time I had ever said that to my son, the first time I had uses such a coarse language, but I was in such extacy, I didn’t think, I only wanted pleasure.
I entwingled my legs around him, locking him up inside of me, his mouth meeting mine, tongues exchanging juices. Then I started my vaginal massage on his shrinking penis. I knew I could do miracles this way…and I did. The cramping of my pussy around his precious member, working tight like a clamp around him, got him hard in moments and soon he was pumping my cumfilled vagina anew. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, we came together, his penis filling my already cum soaked vagina once again with his lovly cream, shooting deep inside me.
We lay close to eachother for a long time, playing with eachothers’ bodies, feeling the warmth spread, our sweat mingling in the warmth while we were playing with our soaking and glistening genitals. We didn’t speak, we only touched, examining our bodies. It was like magic in the air. It was true love and devotion. What can be more beautiful than a mother’s love for her child?
“It was fantastic John, I…I’ve never felt this good in my whole life…you were wonderful to me.” I hugged him close to me, enjoying feeling his warmth, his slick rod in the crack of my cum dripping vagina.
“I love you mom…”
“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 completly lost in eachother. Time had passed so quickly, it often does when one has a great time. After eating and showering we lay on the sofa in the living room, John sprawled out naked. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me. He asked me if I could ‘make love to me with my mouth, like I had in the morning’, and I was more than happy to oblige. His penis was all red from the daily adventures. After all, he had cum 5 times already today and I was fascinated he had the power to get it erect. I wished I could be young and vigorous like him again. But he did get hard, and once more I tasted his sperm, if not as much creame as earlier, I enjoyed tasting his precious seed that seemed to have drained the last times he had ejaculated.
After I had given him as much pleasure as I could, I lay back on bed, my morning robe open, legs parted while John licked my fresh pussy, his hands fondling my swollen breasts.
Now, when we heard the motorette, the romantic trance broke, he looked questioningly at me, I looked at him, seeing his face glistening with my juices.
“Tim is coming!”. With that both of us got up, there was an instance of panic. “I’m going upstairs to get dressed” I said, John had already started to put his clothes on.
It felt odd to have Tim around. In some ways it was good, I could do some thinking, to try and accept that I was having a relationship with my son, and not only mother/son, but sexual as well as a relationship based on two lovers feelings towards eachother. I also needed some time to calm down. My pussy was hurting a little, all swollen and red. On the other hand I got so nervous and impatient to have Tim around. Most of all I would have wanted to be alone with John, to have him for myself.
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I was afraid of looking at John, fearing that our sinful relationship could somehow be understood.
When I was doing the dishes from supper, John came into the kitchen and hugged me tight to him fom behind. I could feel his erect penis thru his pants, pressing tight against my buttocks. His hands were around my breasts, sqeezing them hard, his breath tickling my neck and ear while he started humping my buttocks with his enprisoned member…
“Wait John, not here…not now…Tim could come in by mistake… do you understand?”
“Can’t we go to your room and…make love?” he asked with a whispering voice…
“We can’t do it now and here, we’ll have to wait…but I’d love to be with you tonight, if you’d want that I mean. You could come to my room after Tim is asleep…remember to lock our door…”.
That night he came to me, and we made passionate love for hours, feeling eachother up, tasting eachother. And from now on he came to me every night. John didn’t go to his summer-job anymore, he said he wanted to be with me and to make love to me all the time. At first I protested, not wanting him to get obsessed by me, but I needed him as bad as he needed me.
Not only did my love for him increase, but so did his technique when it came to sex. He learned to hold on to the wonderful feeling before orgasm, to prelong the time before climaxing, thus giving me even more pleasure. He became a great lover.
First thing in the morning when we awoke was that he gave me one or two fresh loads of his semen inside me, and such was the last thing before going to sleep in eachothers arms. During the day we would make love like animals, anywhere, everywhere and in anyway possible. He learned there were several positions, however he liked the missionary and me riding him the most. He was fascinated by my breasts, he could lick and suck them for hours, that until he learned about breast sex…
I knew what the result of our lovemaking would be, I was afraid, afraid that people would find out, that John would get angry at me, but I wanted it so bad, I couldn’t stop it from happening…it was my destiny…
Chapter VI
“John, there’s something I have to tell you…”
“…go ahead mom.”
“I’m pregnant!”
He stopped sucking my nipples and looked up at me, a string of his sticky saliva hanging from his mouth to me erected and blood-filled nipple, our glances meeting, a questioning expression on his face…
I had been as startled myself when I had missed my period several days. I had gone to the pharmacy to find out with a self-test. Even though that during the last month we had been making love like rabbits, I couldn’t believe that I was really pregnant. Several times per day, and night, my lover would deposit his potent semen in my womb, and each time he did this, I was hoping it would be the heavenly moment that I would get inseminated. Little did I know that one of his tiny wriggling and little seed, the peek of his manhood, would catch and start growing inside my fertile womb, even though I was always full of his cream. I remember that at first I insisted on having my panties on when walking around in the house and doing the chores, but later on I discovered that it wouldn’t be possible. The cum that oozed out of me would force me to wash panties every single day since they got all sticky and then turning hard as his cum dried. So instead, I was naked under my skirt, besides, this would leave me more acessible to my son whenever he wanted, or had recouped his power, to enter me anew, which was very often. It felt odd to walk around with his spunk drooling out of me, squishing around and trickling down along the insides of my thighs, wettening them. It seemed like it would never stop leaking, it was like I was so full off his precious honey, that my pussy had turned into a well of semen. Any time it was about to drain, it would be refilled with fresh and newly produced baby-making juices, with such love and care, millions of seeds wriggling their way towards my egg and with only one goal. To make a baby inside of me, inside his own loving mother.
I caressed his head, pressing his head in tight between my soft naked breasts.
“Yes John, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with our child John. You’re going to be a father…”
I held his head in my hands, and looked in his eyes. “I thought you would be happy John.”
He cleared his throat, looking a little wild at me. “…well, it…I mean…I didn’t really think that you… that you would get… pregnant… I’ve heard there are…ways… not to… I mean… that’s what I’ve heard…that’s what I meant”
“Ohhh John…of course there are ways…but don’t you understand? Don’t you see how much I love you? I love you so much that I want to have your child, I want to bear the fruit of our love. You know I’ve always wanted many children, but Michael didn’t have the time to stay with me…he died so soon. I have missed a man by my side for so long, someone to love and care for, someone to enjoy pleasures as well as sorrows, someone to share parenthood with. Now you darling can be all this, my new loved husband. If not married to me, then at least the father of my children, head of the family. You are my man from now on, and I am you’re woman…I love you John and I want to be together with you for the rest of my life…I care for you soo much…”
There was silence…we were both thinking…I knew that want I wanted could never be true…he wouldn’t be mine for always… I would grow old…soon age would show it’s mercyless effects on me. I was still young, I had learned this from John. I was 36, and was pretty good-looking and John had made me feel even younger with his tender love and affection…but now, I knew that soon I would change…in a couple of years I wouldn’t be as attractive to him as now and someday he would find someone else to love…someone his own age…a girl to marry for real. But then we would both have something in common, our child to love and to care for…
“I thought you were prepared for this, to be with me, share my bed every night. To love and care for our child like you care for me…maybe…maybe I was wrong…but I wanted to show you how much…how much I love you…
“I love you too mom…”, he hugged me close to me and I could feel the calming warmth from him spread to my body…”…but what if someone finds out…you’ve said that…what we’re doing is against the law…that you could go to jail if someone ever found out, that they would take me away from you…what if they find out you’re pregnant? Won’t they send you to jail? I don’t want that…”
“They won’t John, they will never do that…no one except you and me has to know about our child, it will be our secret…”
“But won’t everyone ask? I mean they know you have no husband. And I’ve seen that pregnancy can’t be hidden…”
“They will ask…but that is not a problem…” and so I told him about the plans to go away for awhile, to go on a holiday. After all, we hadn’t been on a holiday for 3 years…and I did have some savings for a trip, which had never been made…
I must say I felt a lot of guilt. After all, I should have discussed an eventual pregnency with my son before. But I wanted to bear his child so much, and I was afraid he wouldn’t want a child, so I didn’t bring it up. Now I was afraid he would feel like I had used him, only to get what I wanted. He was right, there were ways to protect oneself from getting pregnant…a mother wasn’t supposed to have her son as a lover, further on, having a child with him was even worse. It was playing at a high risk…
For the first time in weeks, I had cooked a deasent supper. And for the first time, John didn’t come to make love to me, and this scared me. I knew from earlier he enjoyed having sex while I was working in the kitchen. Every day when I was making some lunch or supper he would sneak up behind me, pull up my skirt, and make love to me from behind, my breasts swinging free over the sink while he squeezed them. Then he would either spurt inside me and let me lick his penis clean, or he would put it between my breasts, sliding it up and down in the cleavage as I was pressing the flesh together, and squirt either on them or inside my mouth.
Sometimes we would make love in a chair, me straddling his lap, facing him as he sucked my breasts or I would be on my back on the kitchen table, him standing between my parted legs, massaging my breasts, finally spurting inside me.
Half an hour later he would come again, and repeat the coupling, leaving me all sour and sticky with his cum. But so satisfied and content.
Today he did neither of these things with me.
I was in bed crying. I thought I had lost him. It was late and for the first time, he hadn’t come into my room to spend the night with me like he used to do.
But then I heard the door open, and the sound of his slippers on the floor as he got in, closing and locking it like he had done for so many nights…
“Mom, are you awake?”
“mmm”… I was relieved…maybe after all I hadn’t lost him…
He got under the covers, embracing me for the first time since I told him the news, and it felt like it was an eternity. I pulled him close to my naked body, feeling his loving warmth which I had learned I couldn’t live without. I couldn’t help it. I fought, but to no avail. I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, then I let go…
“Mom! You’re crying! What’s wrong mommy?”
“…if you only knew John…if you only knew…” I caressed his soft brown hair, like I had done for so many times before, caring for him with all my heart, with my whole body…
“…know what mom?…what? Tell me what’s wrong…
I couldn’t help myself, but the words came out in a torrent… “Oh John…I was so afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore, that you wouldn’t love me, because I’m pregnant… I was afraid you would hate me, for using you…that you would feel I didn’t want you, but a child…”
Again the tears came, his young face shining in the beautiful moonlight. Oh how I loved him! Why did it have to be this way…so complicated to love him, just because he was my son. It wasn’t just that, it was what I felt inside… I felt so strange, happy but sad… it was my concience, almost killing me slowly. I knew what a dreadful thing this was, I had conceived a child with my own son, and what scared me was that I had wanted it…and I didn’t regret it…now I had thought he hated me…
“No mom! That’s not true! I love you so much, I would never do such a thing to you. Never. It doesn’t matter whether you’re pregnant or not. I would love you as much! Why did you ever think that I would hate you?”
“…I got afraid John…”
“Why?”
“After I told you…you…you never came to me like you did before…you never made love to me again…”
“But you’re pregnant…I mean…I thought that if you’re pregnant…you couldn’t make love…that’s what I’ve heard…”
I now understood how silly this situation was… how could he know…it was such a misunderstanding…it was ridicolous.
“Oh John…this is so silly…how could you know…of course I can make love to you! I want to, I love to…just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that you can’t make love to me. I was afraid you didn’t love me anymore…”
“Can I really…make love to you…even though you’re pregnant? Could we make love when your belly gets big too? Wouldn’t it hurt the child?”
“Yes! of course you can…each and every day…it doesn’t matter if my belly gets big…and the child won’t get hurt by making love…not if you’re careful…you can have me anytime you want to, day or night, if you don’t find me unattractive when I get big, that is…”
“I will never think you are unattractive mom…you are the best and beautiful there is!”
“Oh darling, you’re so kind to me…” I led his hand to my breast, which I knew he loved to play with and let him squeeze it like he loved to do…then I said:
“Here, let me show you just how much I love you…and what we can do…”
That night we made love like never before. I applyed all my skills, all my devotion. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, and in how many different ways I loved him…I took him inside my mouth, sucking him as hard as I ever could, then when I knew he was about to climax, I pressed my fingers tightly around the base of his wonderful member, thus prolonging his orgasm time after time. When I finally let him erupt inside my mouth, he was begging me to let him, and how he came…his young and virile body exploding like a volcano, shooting his manly juices with such powerful jets I had never thought was possible…
Then, I rode him. My breasts hanging loosly on his face, bumping against it, my nipples playing in his mouth as he sucked them hard, his hands either squeezing them or my buttocks in rhythm with our lovemaking. Again I repeated the procedure with my fingers, thus holding him back for what seemed like an eternity. I was so wet, so horny, that I came several times before finally matching my orgasm with his, at last letting him creame on my insides with his baby-making juices, letting jet after jet of his seed enter my already pregnant and life bearing womb. It was so beautiful, so romantic and lovingly. Two lovers, mother and son, giving oneselves to eachother, showing the utter devotion and affection to eachother’s bodies. Pleasing, and receiving pleasure as we again and again made love that night. Two animals in heat, making up, mating.
Chapter VII
As we had agreed, John, Tim and I went on vacation. I knew of a very beautiful cottage close to the wonderful beaches of the Mexican bay. It was in a somewhat deserted town, but it was very beautiful and romantic there. I remember the day Michael had taken me there, when we were on our honey moon. We had spent most of the time making love together, in bed, in the water, on the beach, everywhere… It was the most wonderful time of my life…
Even though it was early month of July, I found out it was unoccupied, so I hired it til the middle of August, thus we would be staying here for almost a month and a half. John and Tim were so excited. We hadn’t been outside our town for three years, at that occasion we had gone to see Michael’s parents. However, not soon after that they moved from Houston to New York, the distance too long for us.
We went there by bus, finally arriving at the landlady who owned it. I was amazed. She was almost 80, and she remembered me and Michael from our honey-moon, over 15 years back in time…
We had a wonderful time together. The days passed too rapidly, but for the first time in my life since Michal’s death, I was happy. Tim had borrowed a bicycle from the landlady, and was out fishing or in town most of the time while John stayed with me. We used to make love somewhere on a deserted beach without name, between the warm rocks, feeling the water wash our overheated bodies as we lay lazily ontop of eachother. The same deserted beach where I and Michael had once made love onto. Then we would make love in the water, reminding us of the first time we had done it back home. We were lucky, the weather was fine, although, somewhat too hot.
Everyday John would ask me when the result of our breeding would show, when I would give birth to our child. He was so cute, so wonderful, serving me like I would be in my last week.
At night, John and I would tip-toe out of the cottage down to the beach. There we would make love for hours without risking getting caught by Tim.
In the morning Tim would wake us up with the so familiar ‘Hey sleepy heads…wake up!’ and he rushed to town on his bicycle doing whatever boys do when they are together. Thus he left us, day after day, on our own. If we weren’t making love, then we would be fondling eachother. If we weren’t fondling eachother we would stay close together, naked skin touching naked skin.
But everything must come to an end, and so did our vacation. It felt like we had spent 7 weeks in paradise, and we were all very sad when leaving. The landlady told us several times to come back next summer, and I promised both her, my sons and myself that we would do so. Tim had made quite a lot of friends while going to town, and I must say I was amazed at how many children came to wave us good-bye when we took the bus back home.
Once back home, John and Tim went back to school. At first, like all children, they didn’t want to do it. But as time passed, they got into it. I made it clear for John, that he could make love with me anytime he wanted, day or night, as long as he didn’t cut classes, and did good in school. If he failed one of these conditions, our love-making would stop promptly. I knew he wouldn’t want that, and the truth is, neither did I, but he did good in school, and it apperared he took my words pretty serious. Tim was also doing great, and whenever he had a problem at school, his big-brother would come help him. They were very close to eachother.
Me on the other hand was busy fixing the house. I thought that going away for a month or two would keep it nice and clean. But when I got home I found out it was so dusty it needed a good cleaning.
I went to a doctor, for consultation, and everything looked fine. Even though I hadn’t started growing yet, it wasn’t more than 2 months since I had gotten impregnated, I started feeling the familiar signs… My breasts had swollen a little and gotten somewhat more heavy, my vaginal juices had changed it’s consistency to a more clinging and sticky substance, and I had gained some weigth. Soon, in less than 7 months, I would give birth to our child.
John was very happy to know everything was fine with me, and that the pregnancy went normal. Since I knew that too much inbreeding wasn’t good on animals, I went to the library and read some from a large book of medecine. A chapter included something called ‘genetical defects of the child’ or something like that. It treated several kinds of handicaps, some due to the woman’s old age when conceiving, but it also said something about close-related pregnancies and childbearing which caught my eye.
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I must say I was very scared when I read that in some cases, children where the parents were close-related, showed some ‘genetical defects’ which could be amplified by the parents unknown and unseen defects, leading to handicaps of different levels. There was several examples including studies made on pregnencies between cousins, as well as father and daugther, but it said nothing on pregnencies between mother and son. I was very afraid that our child would have one of these ‘defects’, so I went to the doctor again, telling him that I would like to do a complete check-up with tests, because I was worried that I was old. He believed me, and did all the tests necessary, giving me the result I was fine, and so was the child.
In bed, John never ceased satisfying himself with me, as well as satisfying me. He was a great lover, as he was a man and coming father. He had become so manly, so responsible. He knew how to take, but also how to give, and he gave me all his tender love. We made eachother happy every night. At first I was afraid, but then both my desire and John’s pleas made up my mind, making me dare make love to him when Tim was home and awake. We used to sneak into the bathroom or into the stable and make up, then returning like nothing had ever happened…
One of the most wonderful things we used to do when Tim was out with some friends, was to get undressed and take showers together. It was during these very educative lessons of anatomy that John learned everything there was to learn of the woman body. Here I would lie on my back while John was between my fully parted legs, playing with his fingers inside my pussy, sawing and stabbing my cave with them like it would be his wonderful penis. He could feel me up for hours that way if I wouldn’t stop him, playing with his tongue on my slit, directing the hot water spray towards my exposed clitoris. Sometimes he would just stare at it, while opening up my vagina to his view by pulling it open with his fingers, looking inside it, like he wanted to get a glimpse of our growing child, deep inside my tummy. Peeking inside the place where he had once so lovingly planted his own very special seed, which had united with my awaiting egg, caugth, and started growing in all it’s splendour. The same place where he had once been planted by his own father in the same loving and caring way.
Then it was my turn to give him my tender touches. With my fingers, lips and cosy warmth of my mouth I would drive him insane. I taught my lover how to control his climax, how to enjoy making love even more. He had learned to hold on for a very long time if he wanted to…and by doing this he would give me wonderful nocturnal pleasures as we lay in bed for hours making love…
Chapter VIII
We had been home for almost 5 weeks when it happened. It was more or less inevitable…
end school until an hour later on Fridays, thus leaving us all by ourselves. We went up to the bathroom, like we oftenly did these days, and started caressing our bodies, playing tightly against eachother, letting the cool and soothing water run down our hot flesh.
John whispered something in my ear while sliding his manhood between my naked thighs.
I lovingly fulfilled his request when getting down on my knees in front of my son’s erect penis, parting my lips, and taking his tool inside my silksoft mouth. I heard him give out a moan of pleasure as I knowingly played my tonuge around his tip, swirling it, tasting every drop of pre-cum he was producing.
Together we had made lovemaking not only pleasurable, but an art as well. Together we had discovered new things with our bodies, revealed things to eachother about ourselves. We had learned what felt good, and how to stick to this loving feeling, holding on to every second of it. We had learned eachother’s signals. I knew exactly what to do to make my sucking as pleasurable as possible. John on the other hand knew exactly how to stimulate me to madness, keeping me on the verge with his fantastic tongue and magic fingers. And when it came to the penetration, he had learned how much pleasure he could give me by changing rhythm and motions, especially rotating his hips. I had learned how to use my vaginal muscles anew on my new lover, clamping them tightly around the intruder, welcoming it with lovely milking and sucking motions.
I felt he was close, and wanting some pleasure myself, I sat down ontop the bathtub, parting my aged, but still slender legs. John knew what I wanted and expertly performed his pleasure giving on my slit, playing with his wet fingers inside it while licking my erect clitoris. The secret place he had gotten to know so well.
Then it was time, time for the actual lovemaking. I stayed in that position while John got down on his knees, his member pointing straight at the entrance to my pussy. Then he entered me, sawing inside me so mercyless but so wonderful, like he had done for more than 4 months each day, and night. His hands massaging my breasts, that had swelled some, allready showing the early signs of my pregnancy, his fingers occasionally reaching down for my clitoris which he had learned how to stimulate so expertly.
“Ohh John…don’t…don’t stop…”
He knew I was close and with that he started off with an intense pounding inside my soft flesh which had become so slippery from the water and the excitement.
When I finally came, he moved down between my legs, sucking in my exposed and sensitive clitoris between his lips while my climax made my whole body jerk with wonderful spasms…
I felt the aftermath of the orgasm overflow my body with that loving and pleasurable tiredness…but I knew John needed me. Slowly, not disturbing the wonderful moments, I got down on my knees again, facing Johns erection, wet with my own love liquids and the spraying water from the shower. Once again I took it inside my mouth, sucking at the so sensitive and purple tip, swirling my tongue, then milking it hard with my sucking motions, tasting my own juices on his love pistil.
His panting grew louder and faster as he approached his climax. I looked him in his glassy eyes, and I knew what he wanted. I leaned myself backwards, parting my lips, holding his member in a tight grip inches away from my mouth, my other hand tightly squeezing his sac. Then the first squirt came, entering my mouth, and another and another…his hands grabbed my head, holding it in place, as strings of clinging sperm formed between my lips and the tip of his penis.
I had learned that, even though it felt a little strange doing this, John liked seeing me when taking his semen in my mouth, seeing me play with it on my tongue and lips, then swallowing it. He said ‘it made him cum harder’, and it sure did. I had gotten accustomed to taste his sperm several times a day and night, and I had more or less become an addict to it. It made me happy knowing I could please my son even greater by putting on a little show…
After playing with his love cream for his eyes to see, he moved my head towards his penis, my lips engulfing it, sucking the last oozing drops of his cream, swallowing the baby making milk, with which he had so lovingly inseminated me more than 3 months ago.
NO! It couldn’t be. Oh NO!… my body jerked as the vision in the doorway finally was registered in the corner of my eye. It couldn’t be!!!…
I tried to hide myself, wanting to warn John, whose penis was still inside my cum soaked mouth. I didn’t manage to say a word, only letting him slide out of my mouth as I turned my head to see the figure standing in the doorway, a drop of sperm dribbling from the corner of my mouth, landing on my naked breast. John was still in the aftermath of the orgasm and didn’t notice the presence until I finally, whispering, managed to pronounce the name of my son, arrows of pain striking me…shame, guilt and fear.
“Tim…!”
Finally John noticed his brother as well, he tried to hide his nakedness, but to no avail. What we had done only moments earlier, was a fact. Tim was all red on his young face, then instantly he turned around and left the bathroom, leaving me with my hart beating like it wanted to leave my body.
We quickly washed off and dried ourselves, not a word exchange until we were clothed, me only having a robe on which had gotten somewhat wet from my still water soaked body. Then John broke the silence…
“Ma, what should we do… I …I…he saw us…”, he was nervous, almost shaking, looking both afraid and expectantly at me, and I knew it was me who should deal with it.
“I…I really don’t know…I… I’ll take care of it… just…do whatever you have to…go to your room or do anything…”
With that I rushed out, to ‘take care of it’, but how? Tell my son that what he had seen wasn’t true, that it was an accident… what should I tell him…but most of all there was the question how it was possible that he had entered the bathroom when the door was locked? I allways took that precation…never leaving anything to chance…
“Tim?”, I knocked on his door, but there was no answer, so I entered. He was looking out his window, not paying any attention to me.
“Tim…” I waited for him to give a signal, to tell me he knew of my presence and wanted to talk or listen to me, but there was no such signal, he just kept staring out his window.
I got closer to him, putting my hand friendly on his shoulder. I didn’t know how to tell him, how to start…but I had to say something…
“…what you…saw today, was…was never meant to be seen by you, by anyone. I have taught both you and John that there shouldn’t be any secrets or things hidden from the other members of the family…however…this is one thing I never wanted you to see…”
I waited to see how he would react, but he showed no sign of reaction…I figured since he didn’t want to talk and wanted to be stubborn, maybe I should do it the hard way…
“…I have also taught you about privacy…now tell me, why did you unlock that door…and don’t tell me you didn’t because I know it was locked…and I have taught you it’s a bad thing not to respect privacy, and it’s a bad thing not to knock before entering someones room…especially the bathroom”
Finally he turned around, his eyes meeting mine, ogling me. I had never before in my life felt such a shame and guilt as his young and innocent eyes met mine, looking hurt and somewhat betrayed.
“It was because I wanted to know. I wanted to see if it was true…true that you were…that you were doing it with John.”
His face turned red, showing the blushing as he said that.
“But I never expected it to be true…”
Now, once again I felt the devastating feelings overflow my body, hopelessness, disgrace and pain.
“…it is…and I can’t deny it…what…what you saw…is true…but I am ashamed of it, I don’t know what to say to you…or what to do…I never wanted you to see me this way… Ohh Tim…why did you have to open that door…”
I could feel the tears fill my eyes…why…why did he have to see me…I had taken precations…I had done everything in my power to keep it a secret…why?
“Tell me…why?!”
“Do you really want to know? Do you? It was because I wanted to see with my own eyes if it was true or not… ever since the time of you birthday when we went swimming there has been something wrong. I saw you and John…but I was too far away swimming…and I never thought you had really done it with him. After that, something felt wrong. You didn’t talk to me anymore, you just kept yourself away from me, not wanting me to be around.”
I felt a burning pain as he reflected on that. I knew I was not only guilty for the mere act I had been discovered doing with his brother, but I was guilty for neglecting my duties toward Tim. It was true. Sometimes it felt like I just didn’t want to have him around me any more. I just wanted to be together with John all the time, avoiding Tim. Now when he said those words, it felt like I more or less had wanted Tim never to exist. My tears started running down my cheek as I no longer could control the burden.
He saw the tears, but went on…
“Then, 1 week ago, I went to the bathroom at night. I heard some strange sounds coming from your bedroom…it was you and John’s voices…moaning…these sounds came in the morning too, and John never returned to his bed. In fact he hasn’t slept in it a single night since I heard the sounds the first time…and your bedroom door was allways locked. Then sometimes you would lock yourselves up in the bathroom several times a day, sometimes the shower was on, sometimes not…now…I don’t know much about these things…but I wanted to see if what I… suspected was true…”
His eyes met mine, looking at me questioningly and demanding.
“Now I know it’s true…”
I sat down on his bed, feeling destroyed, finished, tears running down my cheeks uncotrolably, soaking my face which I covered with my hands, giving up, my sobbing the only sound in the room except the constant buzzing of the fan.
After what seemed an eternity, I felt him beside me on the bed. Then his arm came protectivly around me.
“…I…I’m so sorry Tim…I…what will you…think of me…from now on…you’ll hate me for seeing me do it…do it with your brother… ohh Timmie…I’m so sorry…”…my sobbing went on as a new torrent of tears flooded my face.
He pressed me close to him, finally I let go, I needed a shoulder to cry on…and it was here for me…
“…I’ll never hate you mom…I could never do such a thing…”
Then I was in his arms, and he in mine. Mother and son consoling eachother.
I had calmed myself. We were still in Tim’s bed, his arm still around my shoulders, pressing me against him. I still had my head on his shoulder, but when parting a little from him, I saw the tent in his pants, he was hard. Then I realised that my robe had parted somewhat in the front, and in the position we had been in, he had a full view of my naked breasts.
I moved away from him, closing the robe around me, but his arm was still around me, pressing me close to him. Then his other hand moved down to the front of my robe and opened it, just like before. I was surprised by the sudden act of his, but got even more surprised when I felt his hand move on my naked skin, only to finally grab my swollen breast in his hand, squeezing it gently as he continued looking down my cleavage.
“Tim, what do you think you are doing?”, with that I grabbed his hand and pulled it up from under my robe, trying to break free. But he held me too tight.
“No, wait…” once again his hand started it’s voyage down my cleavage, parting my robe so that my breasts hang loose, fully exposed, only to be grabbed by his hand.
“I love you mom…I love you so much that I could die for you…”
Once again I took his hand away, looking him in his eyes.
“Please don’t…” I heard myself saying.
“Why…can’t you see…ever since we were at the lake and I saw you…naked…I’ve had these thoughts…I’ve dreamt…each night, thinking of you…but I never thought you would want me…but now…when I saw what you and John were…”
“Tim, this doesn’t change anything between us. What happened between me and John is a separate thing. Don’t even think that what you dream of would come true. It’s bad.”
“Why mom?”
His hand went back to my breast, this time I took it away and held it in a steady grip. Suddenly I felt his lips around my nipple, sucking at my breast, nursing me like he had done so long ago. I let go of his hand and tried to pull his head away, but his hands were around my back pressing me tight to him…
“Please Tim. Don’t do this…please stop…”
But he didn’t, and I gave up, feeling the tears filling my eyes. After several moments I felt his body pressing me down in bed, and I knew what it was all about, I knew what he wanted to do. His hands worked febrile on my robe, finally parting it fully, then his hands went down to his pants, working on his belt…
“No Tim! Don’t do this…stop…don’t do this to yourself…don’t do this to me…please Tim…stop right now before it’s too late”
He didn’t listen to me. Somehow I managed to get him off my upper body, only to find myself covered with his body, pressed down against the bed again.
“I wan’t you mom…I need you…”
“No Tim…don’t…stop…let go of me…”, my voice trying to make him obey me…my hands pushing his shoulders away trying to part him from me, trying to stop the horrible act which was about to come…
“Why mom? You did it with John…why won’t you do it with me?”
I heared his angry voice close to my ear as his body pressed down on me…
“No Tim…it’s not the right thing…you’re my son…it’s bad…”
“So is John…and if you’ve done it with him…I saw you…I even saw you take his thing inside your mouth, I even saw him shoot his stough in your mouth…if he can do it, then why can’t I?”
With that, his jeans were free and he lowered them a few inches.
Once again I tried to break free, but I didn’t succeed, it felt like all powers I had, had left me when Tim had found me in the bathroom with John.
As his pants was pulled down, I felt his manhood spring free as it hit my belly, the same belly which he and John had once been inside, and in which John’s and my child now was growing. I surrendered, feeling the shame and guilt overflow me, as the tears ran down my cheeks to my ears, into my wet hair.
Yes, it was true what he had seen, it was true that John was not only his brother but my son as well, but did that justify the act Tim was trying to perform on me. What did this make out of me? A monster?
I felt his penis tickle the entrance to my slit, then he pushed, missing my hole, once again pushing, failing, then with one plunge he entered me, the depravity fulfilled, the penetration a fact. A pain striking my body as he reached as deep as his young erection could go, but the pain wasn’t physical, it was mental. I felt that all I had done these years for my sons, my love, affection and all tenderness was gone. Tim would come to hate me, he wouldn’t want me to be his mother, but a sex object. He would come to hate his brother… all the love that had been between us would die, just because I had had a weak moment on my 36:th birthday…a day I would never forget.
I was on my back in bed, Tim’s limp body covering mine, his warmth spreading to me, his panting mouth close to my ear. It was done, we had reached the point of no return. I had let my own son, so fragile and innocent take me, do me like he had dreamed. I had read boys fantisized about making love with their mothers, I knew that John and I had fallen for the temptation. But there was no intention of mine that I would let little Timmie do it…but now it was a fact, as clear as the virginal and incestous sperm I had in my belly. My son’s forbidden seed. The seed which was supposed to be available for any woman, except me. But now it was inside me, it’s way blocked by his semi-erect penis which he still had plugged inside my flesh. He would remember me forever, as the first woman he had been inside…his very own mother…something he could never tell a sole…
“I love you mom, I love you so much…”
“No Tim, don’t say that…don’t say that…” I whispered in his ear…
He emptied himself once more after that, this time it wasn’t as febrile as the first time. He was ready in moments after his first time, just like John was, like any young boy. But there was no pleasure for me to gain, I could have let myself go, float along, to share the wonderful moments he was having, but I didn’t want to, I couldn’t allow myself to do that…
I was caressing his beautiful hair as he still lay ontop of me, his member still inside my sperm soaked cave. I could hear his calm breathing in my ear as he dozed off in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Was this it? The end of the past? Would he ever love me the way he did before? Would he think of me as his mother, or would he treat me like a nobody…one thing scared me. He didn’t love me the way John did, he had seen me with his brother and wanted the same as well. He didn’t se me as a lover, a true lover, but a…a bad woman…a whore…
It was the first time Tim hadn’t listened to what I told him. I had asked him, begged him not to do it, but his urge was too great. It was the first time I had been taken against my will. No, this wasn’t a rape, one shouldn’t think of it that way. It had been different with John the first time. I had wanted him, needed a man, and he was the only one who loved me so much. I guess it could never had been Tim. He loved me as much as John, but I didn’t see the man in him that I saw in John, the man I needed so bad. I saw a child, innocent and afraid, naive and too sensitive. He had been obsessed by me when we had taken that stupid bath in the lake. Now when he found out about my relationship with John, he wanted it too. He wanted me as well. What scared me was that he didn’t even listen to me, he crossed my will. On the other hand I knew that what he had done, would never had happened if he hadn’t found me with John in that dreadful moment. When seeing what John was doing he wanted it as well, he was after all young and unexperienced…he thought that if John could do it, then it was allowed for him too…I knew, that if I would have been able to stop the process, then he would have hated me forever and he would hate his brother…I don’t know how he would react now… after he had gotten his will thru…
But what did it matter any more…what was right or wrong… it was done, and there was no return… no way to change history…
On the other hand I didn’t want to become something my two sons could use whenever they wanted. I still had my pride, I didn’t want to be a hole in which they would put their penises and relieve themselves inside…I didn’t want to be…a whore…even though it felt like I was one at this very moment…
Tim had moved so he was beside me, his limp penis hanging on my naked thigh, still coated with our mingled juices. He was sleeping by my side, embracing me, his breathing sounding calm and satisfied…the warmth tickling my nipple.
Gently, not disturbing his sleep, I got up from the bed, wrapping the robe around me. I was exhausted. When walking to my bedroom, I could feel some of the semen Tim had deposited inside me trickle down my leg as it gushed out of my vagina from the friction and pressure from the sudden movements. Again I was reminded of what had happened only moments ago.
I finally found John in the old barn. He was taking care of Blackie his horse…
“John.”
He turned around instantly then ran up to meet me, embracing me, seeking some sort of confort.
“Oh mom…what do you think will happen…do you think he will tell?”
I parted myself from him, looking him in the eyes…
“No, he won’t…even though I wish he would…”
“How can you say something like that…what about us? What about our child?”
“Ohh John…I don’t know…I don’t know if you want me anymore…or the child…I’m so confused…”
“What do you mean mom?”
Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer, my tears flooding my cheeks as I let my head fall, looking straight into the ground.
“John..Oh John…the reason…why he wont tell…is because he’s a part of it now…”
“How?”, I could feel the sound of fear in his voice, like he knew what would come next and what I was about to say…
“He did me…I had to let him do it…otherwise, I don’t know what he would do…I was afraid John…”
“WHAT?!, you did what?”
“I couldn’t help it John…please believe me when I say I didn’t want it to happen…but Tim wouldn’t listen to me…he wouldn’t tell anybody…he just wanted one thing, me…”
“How could you ma?! How could you do it?”
“Please John…try to…”
“…understand?”, he interrupted, “Understand what? I loved you mom! How could you do this to me…I thought you loved me. All the talk about me being your man, about being lovers…hell, you’re even pregnant with me and you…you…fuck Tim right in front of my nose…”
I could see the tears forming in my son’s eyes…it wasn’t until now I realised the extent of the damage I had done…I wanted to hug him to confort him, but my effort was rewarded with a push.
“I’ll kill him!”, he said…starting for the house, but I jumped in his way.
“No John…stop right now…it wasn’t Tim’s fault…I let it happen…it was my fault…”
“You’re just saying that to protect the ashole!”
“No John…No, please listen to me…he was jealous of you… he has known for a long time what we were doing…”
“But how could you let him do it?”, John almost yelled at me…
“Please…listen to me John…try to understand…if I wouldn’t have let him…then I don’t know what crazyness he would have done…what he would have said…it could have ended really bad…”
His tears flooded his face as he let go…
“Mom…I thought you loved me…you promised me I could be your man…I thought that meant that you would be the only one with me like I would be with you…ever…”
Finally he hugged me close to him…his body shivering as he let his anger and dissappointement show…
“…mom…”
“…yes John…”
“At least, promise me you’ll never do it with him again… ever…promise me that…”
“…I can’t John…you know he will come for more…just like you…he’s not different from you…”
“But I don’t want him to…to put it inside you…again…I could never make love with you again…”
“I can’t make that promise John…I can’t…he won’t listen to me…just like you didn’t listen to me the first times…he will want more of it…and if I stop him, I don’t know what he might do…”
“But mom! You’re mine! Only mine!”
“Yes John…you’re the only one in my hart…but when it comes to the other part…I will always be there for you…but at worst…”
“No! I don’t want him to do it…it’s disgusting…”
“What’s disgusting John…please be reasonable…I’m only trying to protect us…what when he finds out about our child…don’t you think he’ll put 2 and 2 together… what do you think will happen then…It will never be like with you… but you have to understand that he might want me to do these sorts of things with him…but never forget…I love you more than ever…and I will allways be there for you…anytime…”
“No…never…I don’t want to share you with anybody!”
“I’m sorry John…I don’t know what we could do otherwise… it’s the only way…”
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I never expected the discussion to take such a turn…never did I think that my eldest son would slap me in the face and call me a “fucking whore”… never ever…
TO BE CONTINUED…
- Two Sons, Two Lovers III - January 14, 2023
- Two Sons, Two Lovers II - December 29, 2022
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