Written by god_hand
ANG KARUGTONG
Chapter IX
Since that dreadful day everything changed…maybe it was so that I was a whore…I don’t know…since that day, John stopped coming to me…he was almost never home…always busy doing something else…he didn’t even talk to me. I tried to, but he didn’t answer more than yes or no, sometimes just a grunt…
Tim, well he was the new boss in the house. He did everything to help me out in the kitchen, even cleaning the house…just to get one thing…my body.
Even though it felt like he was more or less using me for pleasure, I knew that he loved me enormously…and I knew that what he was doing when he tried to help me out was to show his appreciation…his love…but it was difficult to accept it in the strange form he wanted it in.
I can’t say I didn’t really enjoy it…I was…even though I am ashamed of it. At first I didn’t…everything was mechanical…only to make the act as quick as possible… giving him what he wanted, letting him use my hole for relief, feeling cheap and dirty afterwards, hating myself. But after a couple of days I found it more and more pleasing, and when he started experimenting with my body with his hands, I had my first orgasm. I was very ashamed of myself…but I figured it didn’t really matter any longer if I held back. John didn’t make any allusions to wanting me anymore. It all started the first night…
I was alone in bed, thinking of what would happen in the future with us, a shattered family. John didn’t come this night, the first one since we had started making love. I knew he wouldn’t…what I didn’t expect was to hear Tim’s voice at the door.
“Mom, are you awake?”
I hoped he would go away if I wouldn’t answer him, but he didn’t…
Soon I felt the so familiar movement in the bed when John used to come to me at night, only this time it was Tim.
I could feel his trembling little hand land on my breast heavily. For the first time in what seemed like ages I was wearing a negligee, but it didn’t stop him. In a moment his hand crept under it, gently sqeezing my breast. Later I found out that Tim was as fixed to my breasts as John.
Everything I had thought of, telling him how wrong it would be to continue didn’t have effect…it felt like he owned me and my soul, like he hypnotised me…I was lost…
It wasn’t long till I could feel his hands pull up my neglige, then his hard pre-cum leaking penis vibrating in my crack with excitement. He was so feverish as I felt him seek my hole, his member bumping around between my legs and in the slit. Then he entered me.
Like with John the first times, he was very fast for reaching climax. It didn’t take him more than a few strokes. Once again he emptied himself inside me, only this time it wasn’t virginal juices any longer…even though it wasn’t John’s, it was from my own son. And once again like with John, he was ready to go again in minutes.
After that I sent him to his room. Reluctantly he left, I told him I needed to be alone. I didn’t expect him to listen to me, but he did…maybe it was because he had gotten what he had come for.
I lay on my back in bed, legs and arms sprawled wide as he had left me when going to his room, the cream he had deposited oozing out of my cum-soaked and used vagina, running in the crack of my buttocks til it met the sweaty and sticky sheets.
I didn’t feel like a whore. No, a whore would at least get some money for the time and usage of her body…I felt like a hole, something anybody could use whenever they wanted a fuck! I was disgusted by myself and my own body.
The weekend felt like it would never end. I was afraid John would turn to doing stupidities. All day long he was gone, sometimes coming home very late. I tried to ask him where he had been, but he just grunted ‘what do you care about me’. I tried to show him how much I loved him, but he was as cold as ice towards me.
The days and nights I belonged to Tim. He never let me out of his sight, and he never kept feeling me up and actually making it with me several times a day.
As I already confessed, I got to enjoying it during the nextcoming 2 weeks. Well, maybe enjoying it would be the wrong word…I got to love it…to silently await the moment when Tim would get hard again to do me…I couldn’t tell him, like I had told John when I needed it… which was after all, most of the time…so I quietly awaited his lovemaking sessions with me, playing the role of doing it reluctantly…which I couldn’t play for a long time…
John had made a sexaholic out of me, an addict to sex…now, when he refused to even talking to me, I gave myself completly to Tim, not caring anymore what was wrong or right…it was the strive for pleasure that counted, nothing else.
Once again I started my training and teaching, showing my new lover the wonders of lovemaking. I did everything with him that I had done with John, tasting his juices, as well as letting him taste mine…and my was he eager and a quick learner, he became quit good too, at licking me…
But a part of me was always thinking of John…and the growing child inside me, which we had produced…
It wasn’t til about 2 weeks later that John couldn’t hold any longer. I don’t know if he just needed some time thinking, most of the things had happened very fast, or if it was just his sex urge that got too strong…nowadays I don’t care…
It was Friday evening, John had taken Blackie out for a ride when he got home from school…and as usual I was in bed with Tim as soon as he passed the door.
Tim had acted like a sex maniac. As soon as he had entered the house he had attacked my breasts, sucking them hard, squeezing the soft flesh mercyless. Then he lapped at my slit for over 10 minutes giving me 3 wonderful orgasms, him drinking my juices.
Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my bedroom, guiding my overheated body which was like drugged from the sudden session of ours.
Seconds later we were in bed, his little member wriggling inside my maternal vagina like a worm. And what a worm! He spewed his hot sticky liquids inside my womb with a serene expression on his face, while I was urging him to press it even deeper inside. Then with a “make me hard, mommy” I started using my vaginal muscles on his shrinking penis, milking it with my most feminine muscles, squeezing it to life as it was filled once more with blood, rising and invading my depths once more as it had been doing for the last 2 weeks.
Tim was like John before he got more experienced. The first time was very quick, I didn’t get too much pleasure out of it, but after the initial orgasm, Tim could hold on longer to his pumping, thus giving me wonderful climaxes every time, and this time wasn’t any different.
After my womb had been sprayed and filled with a second load of his love honey, he lay ontop of me, panting in my ear, his body relaxed, his chest mashing my breasts, but I didn’t care of him not supporting his weight, my hands caring more for the firm buttocks which I adored, feeling the tightness and the muscles, rotating his hips by holding on to his buttocks, feeling his soft member play inside my pussy.
“ohh mom…that felt…sooo good…I love you so much…”
“mmmm…it was honey…and I love you too…”
“…but I love you even more…I love you so much that I want to be with you forever, I want to kiss you, feel you up and do what we just did…forever…”
I giggled…
“Ohh Tim, you’re so sweet, so young and beautiful…what you’re saying is soo lovely and beautiful, but you’ll have to find a girl of your own, a girl your own age…the girl of your life, to marry and to have kids with…I cannot be that girl, I am no girl, I am an old woman…
“No mommy, you’re not old! And I don’t want anyone else, I want you, I want to marry you…”
I hugged him close to me, feeling his body snuggling close to mine…
“Oh Timmie…your tongue is as sweet as honey…but it’s not only the words, it’s what it can do between my legs too that make it so wonderful”
We lay like that for a couple of moments, just breathing, then I heard his voice whisper in my ear, he only whispered when he wanted something special, and every time it was the same pleasure he wanted me to give…
He rolled off me, laying on his back and I got down between his legs, kneeling, feeling a steady flow of sperma and my own juices flow from my overfilled vagina. I grabbed his semi-erect penis at the root, squeezing hard to make it erect. My other hand worked with his little sac, feeling and playing with the wonderful testicles which were producing the heavenly love cream, the milky and bitter-tasting honey he had pumped inside my tunnel only moments ago, the same kind of baby-making cream with which John had inseminated me.
I lowered my head and took his manhood in my mouth, tasting the bitter, but spicy spunk which coated his member. It was so sticky with our mingled love liquids, but tasty, it was a taste I had learned to adore, making my saliva flow. I made slurping sounds as I either let him slide in and out of my mouth which I used as an artificial vagina, or I sucked as hard as I could, feeling his reviving hardness.
It was when I looked up that I saw John’s figure in the shadow of the room.
I let Tim’s penis slide out of my mouth, watching John, a large amount of the excessive saliva and his whitish cream running down his shaft. “Hi mom…”
Tim’s head span around as he heard John’s voice, his hands trying to hide his erection.
My first intention when seeing the figure was to hide my nakedness too, but I realised how silly that would be, silly because John knew all about what I was doing, both with Tim and sexually. He had done the same things with my body, so there was no reason to hide oneself.
But what really caught my eye, was what he was doing. First I didn’t notice it, but then I realised he was stroking his fully erected penis. And he was as stark naked as little Tim and I.
He slowed down and stopped as he realised that I had seen him.
“Hello John…have you…have you been out riding?”. It was such a stupid question, but I really didn’t know what to say to my son. I didn’t expect this to happen…
“Mmmm…I mean yeah…I…I took Blackie out for a ride…I guess he needed to get some moving in his legs…and I guess I needed some thinking myself…so…I…I rode down to the lake…”
He made a short pause, expecting me to say something, but I didn’t know what…I just nodded.
Tim was listening, not moving an inch, his penis limp, still in my hand…
“…I…I’ve been thinking of what you’ve said…you know… and…I’m sorry…I really am…I’m so sorry I have been like this…I mean…the last days…”
“It’s okay John…I think I would have acted the same…”
“…you know…I’m sorry that I called you these bad things… I really am…please forgive me mom…”
“ohh John…don’t be sorry…it’s okay, it really is…”
“I’ve missed you mom…”, I could hear the sadness in his voice as his head hung down.
“I’ve missed you too John…ohhh…come here…”
He came to the bed, the sunset outside playing on his muscles as he embraced me. I never thought that I would feel him close to me again, ever. But when I felt with what intensity he was embracing me, I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. We were meant for eachother, we needed eachother to feel secure, loved and pleased.
I shivered as I felt I rivulet of sperm leave my cunny, running down the inside of my sensitive thigh, remembering me of little Tim. I looked at him, seeing his questioning expression, still he hadn’t moved or said anything.
I again uptook the attention of John. I could feel his hard trembling penis pressing up against my belly, leaving trails of whaterish pre-cum on my naked skin.
I knew what he needed…
“John”, I whispered in his ear, “would you like me to make it good for you…like old times?”
“mmm…”
So I commenced my develish act, the act of a depraved mother, the act of becoming my own two sons private whore. At first the thought disgusted me, but now nothing mattered. It wasn’t til a week ago that I had really started fantisizing about it, now it would come true. At first I had been very angry with Tim for spoiling my love affairs with John, but now, after having him inside me, I knew what I wanted. I wanted both my children, I wanted them to be close to me, closer than ever. I wanted my children inside of me, I wanted them to mature with me, to prosper and develop sexually. I wanted to give myself completly to my children, to give them not only motherly love, but motherly love combined with the most wonderful love two, or three human beings could share. I was so happy, by doing this, I didn’t only do my sons a favour, the favour of letting them relieve their so strong urges they posessed inside and letting them fulfill a young boys most devoted fantasy, making love with their very own mother. But what I did was receiving as much pleasure as my children. Now my most devious dreams would come true. It was a dream that I had had when first having sex with John, but the love that was founded between us made me forget all about it. But now, after having had intercourse so many times with both my sons, did it really matter if I could get one final wish through? The wish of beeing surroended by young studs, to be loved and taken care of by my lovers. To be taken by my two lovers continously.
Join our new website to chat and read more updated stories at www.libog-stories.com
Whenever one tired, the other could finish what the first one had started. I had so much love to give and I needed so much love, that I had become an addict. I don’t think any woman could feel more satisfied at my age, an age wich could create conflicts. But the thought of my young lovers which soon would follow the road I had so secretly but hideous led them onto and the knowledge of the child that was growing in my womb each day, made me feel young again. It made me feel like I was a woman anew.
I knew how wrong this was, not only that people thought it would be wrong, but it was. One man for one woman, was the right thing. But that didn’t seem enough for me…I wanted more. I wanted it all. Now, when finally the circle was closing, I realised that everything I had put in plan the last week would soon pay off, soon the family would be complete, and my strive for pleasures fulfilled. I would be fulfilled.
Slowly I pulled John down on the bed, his shaft sticking up like a flag-pole, swaying with the blood-pulsing. I opened my mouth and engulfed my lover’s tool, which I had for so long missed. What I only moments ago had done with Tim, I was now doing with my other son. Tim staring at us, probablay not believing what he saw me doing right in front of his eyes. It seemed like John had lost all thinking of privacy. He didn’t care if his brother was seeing what he was doing either…
I sucked him hard, I sucked him gently, I did my best to please my son, tasting the salty pre-cum as it was pumped out of his penis. His hands were on the back on my head, pressing it down and then relasing the pressure, thus showing me how he wanted me to make it. It was so wonderful to feel he was back, that he was together with me.
He didn’t last too long, after all, it was his first time with me for a very long time, and it was the first time for the day…
His moaning grew louder and louder, and I applyed my hardest suction, as I felt surge after surge of his tasty sperm wash down my throat. Not one single drop was lost as I swallowed every precious little wriggling seed he offered me, then I cleaned him, making him hard again…
I got up beside him on my knees, looking at him, smiling, then I invited him to use my nether hole. I wanted him to do me from behind, I had heard Michael call this a ‘doggie-making’, and I knew why, I wanted to be take like the bitch I was, a bitch in heat…
He was at it instantly, his penis burried inside me to the hilt. There was never a question of lubrication. I was so wet inside with Tim’s cum and my juices that the mixture functioned as lubrication. He started humping me in a steady rhythm which I had learned to love, and looking down between my legs I could see his penis slide in and out of my slippery and messy pussy. Every time it was pulled out it was coated with his pre-cum, my juices but most of all the two loads of sperm Tim had injeceted inside my love canal only moments earlier, which was running down to his sac, dripping down on the sheet. I came hard, exciting scene, knowing I was taken by my other son only moments after the first had cum inside me, feeling my whole body becoming one with my vagina, trembling with excitement, travelling once again to nirvana…
This was the way I wanted to be taken. Fucked, that’s right, the most dirty word of all, fucked like a bitch in heat. Like a dog.
When it subsided, I found John was still at it. I looked at Tim who was sitting at the end of the bed ogling us. I could see his hand working on his purple coloured penis, fully concentrated on what we were doing.
I smiled at him, knowing what I would do next…
“…mmmmm…ohhhh…..mmmmm….Tim…come here…and I’ll help you out…”
He looked surprised at me, not really understanding…
“C’mon lover…let me do that…come to me…come to moma…”
He came to me, lying on his back, me taking his hard penis in my mouth anew, the place where John had spurted only moments ago.
It wasn’t til now that I noticed how different my sons were equipped. With only one year between them, one would expect them to be almost in the same state of development. However John was very much bigger, in every way that is. I never tried to estimate my son’s love tools, but now I realised that John with his almost 7 inch penis would outdo Tim’s little 5 inch pecker. Today I know that one oftenly say that it’s not the size that’s important, but any woman who is really hot, wants to feel herself filled up, stoughed with manly meat and John was more than capable of doing so with his thick member. On the other hand, having Tim’s thin little member inside me, wriggling like a worm, together with the knowledge that he was in fact my own son and a really a very young boy, made it very hot.
At first I didn’t want to accept the fact that it was my own two sons who attracted me, I was having my love affair with John because I loved him, like lovers ought to show their love to eachother. But after Tim started having me the same way, I didn’t care anymore. I knew that I loved my two sons very much, not only because they were my own children, but what we had was a special bond. They were fascinated of me because I was their mother, doing things only mothers in their hottest dreams would do with them. Further more, I was their first love, and would be so til the end of time, they had been virgins when first having me, making our love even more special. Me on the other hand was fascinated by the vigour of my children, their sexual urges which never seemed to end. Then, again, knowing they were my own two sons, so very young who was having sex with me, made me feel very hot. It was so taboo what we did, mother and sons endulging in an incestual relationship, feeling eachother’s bodies, sucking and licking and really having intercourse.
I could feel John plunge himself in and out of my cum-soaked cunny, occasionally feeling his stabbing penis hit the bottom of my vaginal tunnel. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as the wonderful mushroom tip parted my cervix, thus entering my womb which had swollen and expanded to accomodate the pregnancy of our child that was growing inside. I moaned each time he did so, trying to concentrate on giving pleasure to Tim as well.
I swirled my tongue on Tim’s little penis, sucking as hard as I could, feeling every little blood-swollen vein on his member pulsing. If it wouldn’t have been that he had already released his sperm twice, I’m sure he would have climaxed long ago.
I could feel my orgasm building as I started to loose concentration, I was getting closer and closer, and for each plunge of John, I moaned louder and louder. He knew I was going to climax soon, and he increased the tempo, like always, he wanted us to match our orgasms.
Then it came, like a wind takes a leave up, high into the sky, my toes curling, my whole body shaking, trembling and jerking as the inevitable orgasm took me in it’s control. I knew I could not stop it, and I wouldn’t have wanted either. I just let myself go, feeling the most wonderful sensations nature could give, letting it rule my body.
During my orgasm, I felt Tim’s hands around my head pressing my head close to his crotch, litteraly ‘fucking’ my mouth with his growing member, the sign that it would shoot it’s nectar soon.
My pussy started clamping and milking John’s invading member, he started stabbing me with short in and out movements in a fast tempo, as he understood that I was climaxing. I gave out high guffing moans with each penetration of his feeling the orgasm rule my body stronger and stronger, my whole body trembling. My hypersensitive cunny gave out obscene sounds with every movement of John’s penis. Squelshing sounds from the two loads of sperm that Tim had dumped inside me, but also my own juices running freely. Loud smackings could be heard from our copulating organs as he poked and rotated inside me in every possible way, making me squelsh with orgasmic lust.
Far off in the distance I heard a ‘ohhh….ma!’, and then my mouth was flooded with Tim’s spunk, each jerk filling it even more, but I was too far off to even think about swallowing it.
The cum he was shooting started to boil and run out of my mouth as I was making gurgling noices from the moaning, noices which today reminds me of a little newborn’s gurglings, gurglings with delight.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. What I do remember is very cloudy and I was very confused when it happened, the whole world tumbling around me, time standing still. I could hear myself screaming with pleasure, not caring who, where or what I was.
I remember feeling Tim slip out of my mouth. Then I felt hands squeezing my breasts hard, pulling me close to John, who was kneeling behind me, his penis working like a locomotive inside my cunny, in and out, in and out. I felt Tim’s cream running out of the corners of my mouth, tickling it’s way down my chin, dripping down in the cleavage my handcouvered breasts formed.
I remember hearing an animalic grunt in my ear, then came a deep plunge into my vibrating pussy, John’s tool entering deeper than he had ever been inside of me, parting my cervix, entering my womb. With a moan, I felt a warmth spread deep inside my tummy as I felt his first load of sperm inject Then he pulled himself out halfway, and with a slow but even deeper plunge than the first one he ripped past my cervix, a gurgling scream erupting from my throat, Johns tool squirting more of his baby-making milk, the wonderful sticky honey uniting with Tim’s, John’s wriggling seeds mingling with Tim’s. It was so hot, so fascinating, a human wasn’t supposed to feel such heavenly feelings, perverted feelings, orgasmic feelings and pain. Each time John gave my body a huge plunge, I was tossed forward, my torso bending forward as his belly slapped hard against my buttocks, trying to enter me as deep as possible, stabbing me like he wanted to go through me…At the same time his big, manly hands were kneeding my swaying and slapping breasts hard, sqeezing them like it would be dough. My knees were bending, I couldn’t support myself, and if it woudln’t have been for his hands around my breasts and his penis fully embedded in my climaxing pussy, I would have collapsed. I was like a leaf in his hands, which he was tossing and flipping in every possible way as he emptied himself hard inside me. I don’t know if it was my brain that fooled me, but I thought I heard a bestialic roar unite with my sporadic screams of lust each time he pushed the tip of his penis inside my womb and spurting a powerfull jet of semen where our child was growing. Then everything went black.
Join our new website to chat and read more updated stories at www.libog-stories.com
I awoke slowly, coming to life like from a trance or a deep sleep. I was alone in bed. I felt so relaxed. 23.36 said the red digits of my bedroom clock. I must have slept for over 3 hours, without even waking up once…I sighed, feeling every little muscle aching tiredly, my mouth, breasts, but most of all the places around my slit and inside of it. But it was a pleasant tiredness. I was naked, sweaty, my skin showing spots of dried semen. I still had the bitter-tasting cum-flavour of Tim’s sperm in my mouth, and I could still feel the wetness in my pussy. I mused, I felt like a little school-girl after touching herself for the very first time. I felt like an innocent little girl who had for her first time found out about boys. Even though I had been a virgin when marrying Michael, my dead husband, I had ‘fooled around’, letting boys feel me up in the breaks at school. We had played games like, ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me your’s’. Then we had played doctor.
I felt in need of a shower really bad. I went to the bathroom, taking the sweaty and cum-stained sheets with me.
I had a hard time washing myself. Especially my cunny, since it was very sensitive. It was almost unbearable to turn the water spray towards my open pussy, washing the insides clean. My lips were all red and swollen, and my little rosebud weren’t to be touched. I thought back at what had happened earlier in bed. It was something I had only read of. They called it multiple-orgasms, and I am pretty sure I had one of these at that time. I had never experienced anything like that ever. Everytime an orgasm subsided, I was rewarded with a new one. But it was somehting I would come to know very well in the future
I watched myself in the mirror while drying myself off, watching my breasts and belly which clearly showed I was pregnant. At least to my eyes.
I’ve heard that some women looses all interest in sex once they
get pregnant. They feel ugly and are disgusted by their own body. But seeing myself in the mirror I was excited to note that my belly had swollen, I was excited to know I was still a fertile woman, with possibilities of giving life.
There was a discrete knock at the door.
“Mom, are you allright?”
“Uhuh…”
“Can I come in…”
I first thought of wrapping my towel or robe around me, but then I thought that would be silly after all we had done.
“…sure…”
He opened the door only to find me stark naked.
I saw his eyes enlarge as he looked at me, he was ogling my body.
“What are you staring at?”, I heard myself asking very seductivly.
“…uh…well…I had forgot how beautiful you are ma…”
I smiled at him, turning to my side, inhaling, drawing in my belly to make a sexy pose.
“Do you really think so…do you think I still look sexy to you?”
“uhuh…you really are gorgeous mom…”
“Well thank you John, you really know how to charm a lady…” I said smiling at him. “But do you you think I will still be sexy when my belly and breasts starts growing…?”
“…yeah…I…you’ll just be even more sexy…”
I moved close to him, putting my hands on his hips.
“You know John…you’re very handsome yourself…”
“You think so mom…”
“Sure honey…your so beautiful…you are a reel hunk as we used to say at school…”, I mused when thinking of how he resembled to the boys his own age a long time ago that we girls used to discuss and refer to as ‘hunk’ if they were cute…unfortunately it remaind on that stage until I met my big love…
“I’ve missed you John…”, I said, looking him in the eyes, caressing his beautiful brown hair.
“I’ve missed you to ma…”
“I don’t want to loose you honey…never again…I was afraid you would hate me forever…we have so much to give eachother. You are my son, and we shouldn’t be hating eachother…please John…never leave me like that…Besides…”, I took his hand leading it down to my belly which had swelled some the last 2 weeks. “…besides…I need you…both as my man, but also as the father of my child…I hope you haven’t forgotten about that.”
“Oh no mom…how could I…I’ll never leave you again…I promise…”
I was going to seduce him, even though my vagina hurt a little from the previous action I would let him do me at the end, but first I wanted to show him all my womanly charms and affection, so that he would know forever how much I wanted him and how much I loved him. But I would show him how bad he needed me, that I wasn’t cheap, oh no, that I could make him beg me for it…Now I had the leading part. Then, only when he was going crazy after me would we make love like madmen.
“John…could I ask you something…”
“…yes mom…”
“What do you think of me…”
“You’re gorgeous mom!”
“No…I mean, what do you think of me…after all I have done… you know that a mother and a son should never indulge in such acts we have…they should never touch eachother like we have, or furthermore make love…”
“You know I don’t care what people say…we’ve talked so many times about this…I love you mom, more than anything…you’re the best…”
“…but what about me doing it with Tim…you did call me a whore…do you think of me that way still…?”
“Oh no mom…I…I told you I was sorry for saying that…”
I was holding his head between my hands, looking him in the eyes, caressing him with my glances.
“How did you feel when you saw me together with Tim?”
There was no answer, so I went on…I pulled him closer to me, our faces only inches apart as I put my hand on his crotch. He was hard. “…did it excite you? Dit it make you feel hard like you are now”
He turned all red in his face. It was the first time I had talked ‘dirty’ this way. But I knew that sometimes men liked that. And talking dirty of myself made me feel hot.
I started unbuttoning his shirt, looking him straight in the eyes.
“…did you like what you saw John? Did you?”
“…I…I guess so…”
I pulled his shirt of him and proceeded with unbuckling his belt and then pulling open his fly, lowering his pants and underwear a couple of inches, freeing his member that slapped hard against his belly when it sprang free. I formed a fist around it, and started stroking it gently, smearing out his pre-cum.
“Did it make you so hot you didn’t care if I had done it with Tim?”
“…uhuh…”
“You said earlier that it was disgusting to know he had been inside of me…didn’t you lover…?”
He just looked foolishly at me…ogling my body…
“You got so excited you wanted to share me with Tim right away? Didn’t you honey?”
I grabbed his penis at the root, then guiding it in the hot juicy canal my slit forms, letting it run along it while squeezing him with my thighs, feeling his juices wetten my soft skin.
I heard him moan from the treatment, but there was still no answer. I moved my hand so it was pressing his penis up against my hole, letting it sink inside my fleshy lips, burrying the tip of his leaking shaft in the little depth just outside the entrance to my penis longing vagina.
He tried to hump me, but I pulled away slightly.
“Would you consider sharing me with Tim in the future as well? If I beg you to?”
“Yes mom…”
“Won’t you feel disgusted to know that you’re putting it inside of me where he has been and filled me with his cream? Won’t you honey?”
I heard a guttural ‘no’ as he tried to enter me anew, only to find out I was prepared and deflected his invading member…
“You know honey…Tim will spend a lot of time with me in the future as well…I’m not sure I will be alone when you come to my bed anymore…are you sure it won’t bother you if you find me and Tim making love…”
There was a loud moan as I started massaging his little sac, feeling the two nut-sized testicles that had produced the sperm that had gotten me pregnant…
“It might be so that you’ll just have to jump in between, when Tim has finished or when he wants me to suck him…do you think you could handle that lover? Do you…?”
“Oh mom…please…”
“…please what John?”
“Let me do it with you…don’t do this to me…I don’t care about Tim, or what he does when he makes it with you…”
“Do what John? I just want to make sure…you know I don’t want one-night-stands John…you know that…you even said I wasn’t a whore…didn’t you…?”
“Yes mom…but please…”
“…soon lover…I only want to know…do you still love me? Do you honey…or do you just want to use me…like a hole?”
“…ohhh mom…I love you…but please…”
I bent down and kissed John hard, I ‘frenched’ him as we used to say at school about kissing boys this strange way. It was something the older girls did. My tongue swirled around John’s, just like it would have been his penis in my mouth… finally we broke the kiss…
“Then let’s get started lover…make love to me hard…make love to me like you used to do. Put it inside of me and fill me up with your baby-making cream just like you did when you got me pregnant. Do me…”
With a strong and mercyless plunge he entered the depths of my pussy. The sensations so beautiful, not long after that we came together, joining an orgasm, a serene expression on his face as he pumped the essence of his manhood in me once more this evening.
But the night was young, it was Friday night. That night my bed was used very well. Finally, after several lovemakings, both with John and Tim, we fell asleep, all 3 of us. Or should I say 4?
Chapter X
Time passed, winter arrived. It was cold and windy outside, but in our house there was allways warmth and love. Tim and John was doing good at school, and they had really looked forward to their Christmas Vacation. I was very happy myself. Whenever my son’s weren’t at home and I didn’t have any chores, I would go into town and meet with some old friends in a cafe. I felt like I was again alive, after so many years, thanks to my lovly sons. Of course, word got by that I was pregnant. But I knew what to tell them, that I had rehearsed a long time ago. I told them of the wonderful man I was going to marry soon. I told them I had met him on vacation this summer. It was an old and dear friend of mine. I made them believe I loved him immensly, and that he wanted many children around him. Then I told them lies of how wonderful he was, that he worked at this big oil company, allways busy. Some thought I was too old to have children, but I told them we both wanted them. Others asked why I didn’t marry him before having the child, but to them I said that we would. Soon, I said, I was going to leave town and make a family with my husband to be…and people accepted it.
Tim was the first to find out about it, after all, he had read about these things at school. Five months pregnant he came to me and said…
“Mom…you’ve grown…I mean your…your belly…”
I looked at John, who nodded in approval. I guess it was time to tell him, he would figure it out sooner or later anyway.
When he heard that I was having a child with his brother, John, he just said one thing: “Wow…”
I did have to explain the same thing to Tim, as John had thought so wrongly of. A pregnant woman can, and if she feels like it, should have sex with her partners if they want to and they don’t get disguested by her being big. And they did want to make love to me. Me being big only made me ‘hotter’ as both John and Tim used to say.
My sex life was great, as were my two son’s. I did anything to please them, and they did anything to please me.
I had never before seen my two sons so happy. They were so eager, so positive when it came to loving me. They were allways ready to make love with me, and I was more than ready to let them.
When awaiting my two sons to come home from school, I put on sexy clothes I knew excited them. I had bought some underwear, which looked very hot on me. But most of the time during their winter vacation I was nude, in my bed, mostly on my back, one of my lovers humping me while the other rested or had his penis in my eagerly sucking mouth.
They would never cease attending my body. I was allways full of manly flesh, allways feeling young experimenting hands on my body. But most of all, I allways had a fresh load of cum from both my sons, mingling in the depths were it was deposited with the previous. Bathing our growing child with the essence of love and care. Precious drops of the most delightful and wonderful thing a man could produce.
When going to sleep, we would end up making love for hours, finally falling asleep, one lover on each side of me, their mouths and hands still nibbling and caressing my breasts, their legs around mine, their wet penises on my thighs, leaving trails of semen from my happy pussy as their fingers were playing in my crack.
Sometimes at night I was awakened by feeling a penis slide in and out of my creamy and motherly cave, only to be rewarded with yet another injection from one of my own boys’ young semen. I didn’t care who it was, just as long as we both felt good. If I was too tired, I just went to sleep, letting my boys have their fun, while their humpings gave me pleasant dreams. Sometimes I didn’t wake up, I dreamt I was making love, but I couldn’t tell in the morning if I had dreamed or not, since there was allways someone between my legs.
In the morning I would be awoken by a penis playing on my lips, hot salty, pre-cum wettening my mouth while another penis was playing at my nether lips, wettening me, preparing me for the love session that would follow.
Their morning erections lasted long, and they oftenly had to empty themselves more than once before they were through with me for a couple of hours. All to my great satisfaction. They sometimes took turns, stopping moments before erupting, replacing eachother, making the act last very long. After I had come several times, I just dozed off, lying sprawled out on the bed, feeling my wholes being used, not caring what was happening or being done to my body, only feeling the pleasure, the ultimate pleasure a woman can feel. A dream all women have, to be loved and attended by not only one, but two pleasure giving studs at the same time. To feel oneself drift off into a heavenly emotional state…accompanied by the undulating humpings of the bed as my sons took places hoovering my body, my vagina letting out obscene lovemaking noises. ‘Clatchings, smackings and gurglings’ could be heard as they fevereslhy pumped my cum filled vagina.
It was early February. I was alone at home, doing the chores, when I suddenly felt the pain in my belly. Then it came again and again. I tried calming down by lying down in bed, still warm from the morning lovemaking. It was after my two sons had both relieved themselves in me that I felt the first signs of birthgiving. But it was too early, it should be one week or more until…
Everything went so fast. I called the doctor’s office, he sent the midwife and a nurse over to my house. Since I was alone and wasn’t in condition to drive, I would give birth at home.
After 2 hours it was over. In my exhausted arms I was holding a little creature, so innocent and beatiful. She was asleep, my beautiful baby-daughter.
When my boys came home, I was in bed. The nurse had helped cleaning me, and taken care of the blood-soaked sheets. Even though it was the third time I was giving birth, I had been very worried. Anything could go wrong…But now, holding my beatiful child in my arms, close to my naked breasts, I was happy. For almost nine months I had been carrying this child in me. It had become a part of me. It was my own flesh, as much as her father was my own flesh. The pains I had had just a while ago letting my child leave my cozy womb, was nothing compared to the happiness I was feeling, to be a mother, a mother of a beautiful baby-girl.
They both stood in the doorway, looking at me. I was so tired, I could only produce a quick smile, closing my eyes.
Parting them, I could still see my both sons standing in the doorway, ogling me and the child under the cover, sleeping contently between my breasts.
“Don’t you two gentlement want to come over and see the child?”
Like in trance they moved closer, being welcomed by a tired but content motherly face.
“Look John…it’s your daughter…our child…you have become a father my love…”
I peeled off the cover, presenting the little miracle we had both produced with such love and care, the result of our lovemaking, the most beautiful thing two lovers can make together.
I saw John and Tim starring at the newborn baby-girl with huge eyes, not saying a word.
“What’s wrong with you two, have you never seen a little child before? Don’t you like your daughter John?”
“…uhuh…but…”
“…but what John?”, I started getting a little afraid something was wrong…
“…she looks so strange…”
“STRANGE?”
“…well…her skin is like a raisins…you know all folded and stough…”
I almost started to laugh…it was so odd…
“Ohh John. All children that are newborn look like this…it’s normal…”
“Oh…”
After doing the regular tests on the baby-girl and myself, finding out everything was normal, we finally started making love again. It had been more than 2 weeks since I last had felt the presence of a young penis inside of me, and I was really happy when my sons uptook their lovemaking with me, even though it hurt a little at first. I knew I had lost some of the tightness of my vaginal muscles with the birthgiving, but what I lacked in tightness, I tried making up by squeezing their members with my muscles and sucking hard with my mouth. They were allmost fighting over who would enter me first, but finally we were at it again…
However, my two lovers did new things to me, things I had never thought were possible to do…
They would play with my cunny more intensly, but in a new sort of way. It all started when they fingered me down there. Instead of just pushing one finger in and out of me, they pushed two, three…finally, finding out it didn’t hurt me, they were pushing all fingers in my cum lubricated pussy. The childbirth had made me quite loose down there and I more or less told them to go on. I was as fascinated as they were when seeing that I had a hand and half the forearm inside of me. I knew this only triggered my sons fascination for my pussy. Until that time it was only something you put your ‘thing’ in to get off, or to lick, just because it made me feel good.
Today I have heard it’s called something like ‘fist-fucking’, but at that time it was only a game for us. They would take turns pushing their hands inside of me, sometimes as deep as halfway up to their elbows. I can’t say I really got any pleasure out of it, more than feeling myself very stuffed, something I couldn’t get enough of. They enjoeyed feeling my insides, the foldings of my vagina, but their touching of my uterus wasn’t too appreciated, it hurt when they did that if I wasn’t too excited.
The game continued a little, and they started pushing other things up my pussy, I remember them trying baseball-bats, vegetables and yes, even a beer-bottle.
If it wouldn’t have been for their expertly flickering tongues on my clit, I wouldn’t have allowed them to do this. But since they were giving me great pleasure, I let them have it their way.
What we did come to enjoy, all of us, was when my sons and daughter would suck at my breasts. At first it was just experimenting. But after a while it was an obsession. Everytime I had fed Mindy, our daughter, my sons were next. They would suck my milk-producing breasts til they were drained. I had learned enjoying those sessions immensly, feeling my warm motherly milk being sucked out of my heavy breasts by my two sons like they had once done before so lovingly. Of course, Mindy was allways first, no question about that. But as soon as she had finished my both sons were more than eager to suck the rest out of me.
I was so happy to be able to produce milk again, like I had once been. And was I producing…my breasts were allways more than filled with hot milk to be sucked out of them. It seemed like the more my sons drank out of it, the more I produced. I had swelled quite some in breast size and sometimes I really had to beg my sons to come and ease the tension. Sometimes the production was so great that just by walking around doing the regualar chores, the bumpings would cause milk squirting out of my pink and enlarged nipples, which not only served an infant, but my two sons as well.
Sometimes I was so full of milk after Mindy had nursed, that I just had to relieve myself. I had found a way to suck my own nipples, nursing my own breasts, but it was a position that made my neck hurt since I had to suck for a long time. What I used to do most of the time was to take a small bucket, place it on the floor as I sat on a little chair. Then I would bend forward, letting my large and overfilled breasts dingle downwards. My hands would go around them and start squeezing, warm jets of milk squirting from my nipples, filling the bucket. Then I would bottle it up, drinking some of it, leaving it to my sons but sometimes I used it for making cookies. They loved my cookies. We stopped bying milk, since I was producing more than we could all drink. I felt so strange, so beautiful with my huge bossom, swaying as I walked around all day doing the chores. There was allways an aroma of warm milk surrounding me due to my lactating breasts, the sweet aroma of warm motherly milk. Everytime I got the bucket to fill, I felt so animalic, so hot, it might sound crazy to you, but I felt like I was a cow. Ready to be mated with any bull, then producing milk every day for hungry mouths she gave birth to…
I think my sons quit drinking ordinary milk, and even water. Everytime they were thirsty they would come to me, I was their source.
Every night when we got to sleep they would suck my breasts while they made love to me. Afterwards they would continue while I fell asleep, happy, feeling wonderful, their nibblings, one at each nipple, making me muse in my sleep.
In the morning at breakfast, I would expose my breasts while sitting on a chair, and they would get down on their knees, one on each side and take care of my milk producing breasts. Afterwards I would take them in my mouth or my cunny, taking their bitter tasting baby-making sperm in me once more in the morning.
Everyday when they were having their lunchbreaks, I would take the car and ride into town, going to my sons school. There they would wait at the entrance getting into my car. We would drive to a deserted spot, and there they would have their lunches, eating, but most of all to my delight, drinking. Drinking my warm milk, directly from the source. They even had their favourite breast. John allways nursed my left one, while Tim took the other. When they had finished eating they would put their mouths around my swollen nipples, grab my breasts with their hands, and gently squeeze, thus making all the milk squirt into their loving mouths. When the milk stopped coming out that easily, they would add their hard sucking mouths at my large nipples to extract the last drops. Then they would both make love to me, and off they went, I as well as them, content. My belly full with their wriggling seeds, their’s full of my motherly milk.
When dropping them off at school they would plant a wet and milk smelling kisses on my cheeks and mouth, while I gave them a squeeze between their legs, and then they ran to classes. There in the school-yard I could see girls and boys, their own age, the boys allways trying to impress the girls, who allways played hard to get, but wanted it as much as the boys did. But my two sons never had to go thru this. I was allways ready and opened up for them. I wasn’t the kind of sissy who would give signs of wanting, and then when seeing it worked with the boys, turning their back. Oh no, I was allways ready for my lovers. And I would do everything with them, I would suck them, let them make reel love to me, not like the sissies their own age. Then I would offer them my milking breasts, to nurse from, something the girls could never do even if they wanted, the stupid cows.
But the weekends were the best. We would lie together in bed, for hours, making love, covered with sweat, spots of sperm, pussy juice and milk on our bodies as we copulated.
I allways had a pillow stoughed under my buttocks, and I allways had a small plug of wood which I had told John to make. I put it in whenever I was walking around doing the chores. The reason, well, I wanted to feel their hot sticky juices remain inside me during the day, and night. But most of all, I wanted to get pregnant anew. I wanted to have a lot of children, each time I had a new freshly load injected into my belly, I dreamed it would be the moment of impregnation. The heavenly moment one of their tiny baby-making sperms would reach my lifegiving egg. Uniting, forming a child. I was thrilled knowing I had both my sons loving semen inside me, millions and millions of wriggling sperms from their nut shaped testicles mingling, racing in the most important race ever. The race for life.
EPILOGOUE
Today, I am 57. A fulfilled mother. I have seen all my children grow up and start their lives as adults more or less. 4 months after John and I had Mindy, I was pregnant again. It must have been the nursing which made it difficult for the new impregnation. But I didn’t mind trying over and over again. It made it even more thrilling and delightfull each time they orgasmed, knowing this time could be the time one of their seeds they were planting deep inside my fertile womb would catch and start growing.
This time however, I didn’t know who the father is, and I don’t really care if it’s little Tim, or John, but Linda our daughter sure has some of John’s looks… After 1 year John moved away to a bigger town for college, and Tim had me all by himself. Together we had two sons, Michael and James, named after my dead husband. Of course John missed me, and I missed him. But he would come home every 2 weeks, and then I would be ‘his’. I know he was a little jelous of Tim who could do me whenever he wanted, but that didn’t keep him from sharing me with Tim. He said he enjoyed seing me with his brother. Watching me make love with another man.
I know one learns a lot of different things at collage. But what John learned was something I had never heard of. I had read about anal sex, but that was allways taboo, until one of these weekends John came to town. I remember I was straddling Tim, riding his now quite large penis, when hearing John whisper something in my ear. He said he wanted to try something new, pulling out his rigid member, covering it with vaseline. I didn’t understand what it was all about until he started smearing out vaseline on my bum-hole and even pushing his vaseline couvered fingers inside. I must say I panicked, but he told me it wouldn’t hurt so much, and I would enjoy it more than I thought. Besides this was his weekend, and I was his woman. I’ll never forget the moment when he placed his member against my back hole and started sliding his penis inside. I must say it did hurt. But John was very gentle with me. After the
initial tearing sensation, he slid inside me completly, resting for some time. Tim didn’t understand at first what was happening, but then he justed grunted, and exclaimed his surprise with a ‘Oh wow’.
I can’t say I really liked the anal-sex thing. But together with a penis inside my vagina it felt wonderful. It felt so odd when my two lover’s rods slid in and out of me. Everytime John pulled out, Tim would push and vice versa. I could feel the thin membrane separating my vagina from the anal region being massaged by their moving penises, and my two sons used to joke about feeling their penises through my membrane. I have never ever felt that filled. But there was more to come. One day when I was straddling Tim, my back against him, riding him, John licking and sucking my milk producing breasts, I suddenly felt John place himself at the entrance of my vagina. I looked at him questioningly, but he just continued with a ‘hold still you guys’. Now I had given birth to 3 children during the 3 last years and my two sons had played a lot with things in my vagina, enlarging it, so I was pretty loose. But having two penises inside my vagina was something I had never thougt possible. Tim pulled my back to his chest, holding my breasts in his hands while John started humping me, occasionally sucking my erect and milk dribbling nipples. I couldn’t believe I had both my sons love pistills inside my pussy at the same time, but it was true. I could almost se in front of me their penises rubbing against eachother, filling me up, parting my cave completly thus playing on my clitoris til I reached orgasm after orgasm. Then they would time their orgasmes with mine, shooting their unified jets of sperm right into my womb, mixing with remains from previous deposits. These were the best days of my life…
Join our new website to chat and read more updated stories at www.libog-stories.com
Eventually, both John and Tim found their women. John married a girl at school who…well…she was, according to my opinion, a little too loose, but my son handled her well…and strangely enough they are married today. I know that he had been able to keep her more than satisfied in bed…today they have two boy children…the line of boys in our family seems to be very strong…
I remember one time when I visited Johns house. It was Monday morning and he and his wife Jenny were still in bed. I could hear grunts and screams and thought something was wrong. I cracked the door to their bedroom only to find them making love. The scene was furios and almost unreal. In front of my eyes, my oldest son and lover, was having sex with his wife. She was holding the bedpost, kneeling in the bed as John drove his member deep inside her, making her body lift from the bed each time he pumped her. Her breasts massaged by his big manly hands, making them squirt milk, (yes, he told me later he had told his wife he wanted her lactating, and even gotten her a breast pump, at first she didn’t like it, but, well, you know women…). During the five minutes I stood there, the poor girl must have orgasmed 3 or 4 times, screaming things like, ‘I’cant take it anymore…’, ‘I’m…I’m cumming…’,’you animal…’. Yes it was animalic seeing him do it to his wife, it was furios lovemaking, bestial. Then, when she was almost passing out, he just tossed her in the bed on her back, kneeling beside her head which he grabbed between his hands and pushing his penis inside her mouth. He pumped her mouth furiously, she coughed, tried to scream, but he went on. Then his body stiffened and his penis ejaculated in her throat. When he had relieved himself, he let himself slide in and out of her mouth yet a couple of times, cum leaking from her lips, her eyes closed. Then he bent down to her breasts, sucked for a while and went to the bathroom, taking a shower. During the entire act in front of me, I couldn’t help it, but I had to play with myself. After several minutes, the abused wife of his, rolled onto her side and peeled up the cover, sighing, then going to sleep. An hour later, when I was barbequeing with John and his sons in their beautiful garden, she descended. I saw a grin on her face, she kissed me, welcoming me like a good daughter-in-law should do. She had cleaned up and dressed in a skirt and blouse, she looked pretty. I turned away to the children and started talking to them, but in the corner of my eye I could see her embrace my son, her hand between his legs, squeezing his manhood…I allmost got jelous of her…she had her hands full…in both senses…she had more than she could ever handle alone…
Tim found a very attractive and good wife to be, a farmer’s daughter that went to school with him. She was very young, only 17, and virgin when he first met her, her parents didn’t really like it I guess, my son was after all 20 years old. He used to make love to her at home, sometimes in the barn. He knew I was peeking, and he liked it. She was so tender and fragile, so beautiful, like a princess out of a legend. And she loved him and most of all his experteese when it came to lovemaking. After waiting 4 years, for her to get her legal-age, and finally her parents approval, he married her. Today they have 1 daugther, and she is 4 months pregnant with next child.
My sons moved down to Florida where they opened a big firm that deals mostly with import and export to South America and the Islands. I allmost forgot to tell you that John has a Major in economy…I followed my sons to Florida where they bought me a fantastic house. There I live today with our children, Mindy, Linda, Michael and James. Of course, our, John’s, Tim’s and my children will never find out who their real fathers are. To our common children they are just being friendly uncles, visiting me every now and then…
I cannot hide that I have had my lusts for young boys, especially Michael and James, however, nothing has ever happened between us, and I don’t think anything will, especially not now when they both have girlfriends…
But I know I do have a weekness for young boys, and that nothing will ever change. Several times during the last 2 years I have found myself seducing boys of 17 to 18 years in my own home. Sometimes the pizza delivery boy or the paperboy or just a boy from the grocery store, it makes me feel like a predator. Sometimes I stay at the beach, finally catching a boy ogling my body, covered only with a too small bikini, exposing more than it is designed to. I know it’s risky, after all I don’t want my children to find out, but the urge of doing it with a virgin boy, to feel once again the wonderful moments so long ago is sometimes too strong. I remember one of these occasions at the beach when I met 3 boys, two were brothers and the third was their cousins on vacation. The youngest was only 16 and the oldest 19. I’ll never forget the tight bond which we built during a month. Everyday I would go to the beach when my children were at school. We had a secret hiding place in the park not far away. There all three of them would come and enjoy my body. I teached them everything there was to teach. I did things with them that not many women would comply of doing, like sucking them, letting them suck milk out of my lactating breasts…it was so wonderful, teaching the youngsters games they would learn in the close future. But what was so wonderful was that they were virgins, the twelve year-old was too immature to be able to ejaculate, unfortunately, because I love virgin boys and I love virginal sperm inside my sloppy, cumfilled vagina, it makes me feel so wicked…
Of course I meet John and Tim. Almost everyday when my children are away at school I take the car to the factory where they have their offices and have sex. It feels wonderful to know that even though I am an aged woman of 57, I still excite men…and boys. Several times I used to have an adventure with young boys before going to them. They knew I was doing it with youngsters, once they saw me in their own warehouse letting a 18 year-old boy slide in and out of my eagerly sucking mouth. Then going to my sons, letting them take me like the boy had done. I have done my best to keep my figure in good shape, and it seems like I have. Even though they are married and have a faithful wife at home, I still am THE one for them as they say. Their wifes never suspect anything or that they are having a love-affair…how could they after all?
I know today, as well as I knew then, that what we have done is considered immoral, bad. It’s name is incest. But unlike many cases of incest, we all wanted it to happen. It is a big part of our lives. Of course we have allways had to hide ourselves, John and Tim may never be able to tell our children that they are fathers and not uncles. I cannot tell my children they are their brothers, it wouldn’t match the story I’ve depicted to them about their father who died… It’s confusing sometimes to sort things out. I am the mother of Tim and John, but am I the grandmother of our children, are my sons brothers or fathers? It’s wierd…
And of course it sometimes seems like we all live in a lie…
But this is our destiny…
The End…
- Two Sons, Two Lovers III - January 14, 2023
- Two Sons, Two Lovers II - December 29, 2022
- Two Sons, Two Lovers I - December 12, 2022