Wicked lovemaking

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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.