Wicked lovemaking

Chapter III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, John, I'm awake…".

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

"Mom, are you still mad at me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting mine, lips cealing around eachother, my tongue probing the entrance to his mouth, finally finding its way, meeting his tongue, playing in his mouth in a hot and passionate but so forbidden kiss. Not the motherly kiss on the cheek, but the kiss of two lovers, hot, excited and lustfilled, ready to make up…

One moment we were fondling eachothers bodies. My hand reaching down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the payama pants, simultaneously, John's hands sqeezing my breasts, his hands working freneticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.

The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our clothes on. Our mouths met, his hands still fondling with my breasts…then I felt his member jerk fastly, his body getting stiff, climaxing. The pajama and my nightgown getting wet, his sperm soaking the material, letting my slit feel the dampness of his cum. He hadn't even entered me, not even touched my skin, his penis was still in his pajama pants. It was so hot, so erotic. So fast, but it didn't end with this…oh no…this was only the beginning…

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

After a minute or so, he regained his senses, only to find that my hand had reached into his sperma-soaked payama pants and was stroking his limp, cum-dripping rod. It felt so strange feeling his sperm covering my fingers as I formed a fist, playing it along his limp memeber, trying to awake his manhood. I was masturbating my very own son, trying to make him hard for another act of love, preparing him for me, getting his penis stiff so he could make love to his very own mother, like he had once done before. I had heard from Michael that boys were oftenly very fast when reaching orgasm the first times…but what they lacked in experience, they made up when it came to the number of times…I still hadn't cum, and I needed it bad…Like Michael had once tutored me, John was ready to go for a second round pretty fast. Again John started to hump, this time it was my closed, semen smeared fist, but I had other plans than masturbating my son, it would be different from the first time…

"Wait John, let's do it the right way…take you're clothes off…"

In a second we were naked, me on the back in the bed. This was the moment of truth, now was the time. I had longed, but mostly feared that I wouldn't be able to resist this situation. I wanted to feel his naked skin close to mine, I didn't want any silly material being in our way. I wanted him as close to me as possible, skin to skin, geniatals to genitals. I wanted his penis inside of me. I knew that what had happened at the lake earlier this day, could maybe be 'accepted' as an 'accident', you might forget and forgive. But after this night, the relationship between me and my son would never be the same innocent one, like before. Letting it happen the way I wanted it, our lives would change, our relationship would turn into something very serious and dangerous. People would hate me, lynch me, others would kill me if they found out. We wouldn't be just mother and son, from now on there would be something so much more, we would be lovers. Incestual lovers.

I parted my naked legs, exposing my flesh. Opening up like a flower to my son. Again John's body covered me, his naked skin touching mine, his chest mashing my breasts. There were no words exchanged, only moans as I grabbed his cum-dripping penis by the root, showing it's way. His penis didn't have a hard time finding home, the place where he had allready been today. Nature took over, and I let go of his rod, as his hard manhood entered my slippery and awaiting cave of lust. It was a fantastic feeling when his penis slid to the bottom of my pussy. I grabbed him around his buttocks, massaging the boyish but so manly and firm muscles. Our bodies were squirming with excitement, obscene lovemaking noises coming from our soaking, overheated genitals as my son started a steady but firm humping of my pussy.

My juices were flowing, freely, making his digging penis enter me so easely, tickling my overexcited clitoris, building up the huge orgasm I was seeking, The orgasm I was waiting for, the climax I had fantasized about all evening. The entire act was so beautiful, so passionate and romantic, so hot, that it can't be explained in words. Every time his penis left my lustcraving pussy, it felt like I wanted to scream to my son, to put it inside me. And every time he pushed his penis inside me, wonderful sensations I had missed for so long exploded inside my hot body.

The rhythm increased, his penis stabbing my fleshy, gaping hole mercyless. I was soaking wet down there, juices pouring out of me, we were like two animals in heat making up.

Then, one deep plunge, and he remained as deep as he could inside of me, touching the entrance to my womb with his mushroom tip. Then I felt his hot member twitch and a welcoming warmth spread inside my belly. He was in heaven, humping me freneticaly. Every time a new jerk came in his young member, he pushed his penis to the hilt, almost trying to penetrate my cervix. And every time he did so, another warm, creamy load of his fresh semen entered my womb. Moans of pleasure, bodies squirming, body fluids exchanging, it was so hot and passionate, that only true lovers can understand the intensity, the tenderness and beautiful love with which he was planting his young and so fresh sperm, deep, deep inside my most secret and hidden place.

I knew this was the moment for me, soon everything would be over, and I really needed the climax I had been waiting for so long. I inserted a hand between our coupling bodies, and started to massage my clitoris, feeling his penis still twitching and jerking as it was spilling more of its precious creame inside.

"Ohhh… John…don't stop, please, go on…I need to cum…please go on…"

I don't know from where he got his strenght, or how he could hear my whispering voice in the aftermath of his orgasm, but slowly he started to hump my body again…and with the help of his semi-erect penis and my oily fingers of his sticky seed, I was able to climax, finally feeling that tickling feeling in my toes, spreading upwards my legs, down to the centra of love, my penis-filled vagina.

"Ohhh…John…I'm going to cum…anhhh…don't stop…annnhh…"

Uncontrolably, my cum-filled hole started twitching and squeezing my son's young penis, finally I had found the end of my strive. I was sqeezing my lovers buttocks hard, pressing him close to me, trying to insert his softening penis even deeper inside…kissing his mouth, washing his face with my lips…I was in heaven… content…satisfied…relieved…

"Keep it inside of me…don't take it out…", I wanted to feel his flesh in mine

We had rolled so we were on our sides, facing eachother, embracing, naked, skin touching skin, kissing, his hands fondling with my breasts, his limp penis still inside my cum-filled cave.

We were both dozing, feeling the aftermath take our bodies to a dizzy, state of relief…I was again starting to get these thoughts back, about the incestual copulation. Only this time I more or less accepted it, after all, both of us wanted it bad. Time would tell how things would go, time would tell…

"Ohhh…thanks mom… It was wonderful…I really mean that"

I hugged him even closer to me, mashing my big, soft breasts to his chest, our crotches pressing even tighter…kissing his eyes so lovingly, that it wasn't hard to understand it wasn't just a kiss, a motherly kiss, but a so much more demanding kiss, a lover's kiss…

"You were wonderful…I should be thanking you…", I said to him.

"Really?"

"Yes, my love"

"Mom, could we do this again, I mean, tomorrow…or some other time?"

"You can't have enough of it, can you?", I giggled… "We'll see about that…tomorrow…you should go back to your room now, what if Tim doesn't find you there tomorrow morning?"

"Can't I stay with you just for a little…please?"

"Allright…but you have to be in your room tomorrow morning, before Tim wakes up…"

Soon our whispers died, there was only fondling, kissing and touching…then John fell asleep…

That night, I was up thinking a lot, I guess I needed that. I was thinking of how everything had developed, from just a 'skinny-dipping' to a love session in my very own bed. Not only my bed, but the bed in which I and Michael had made love for thousands of times. The same bed in which my husband and I had given the first sparks of life to John and Tim, the same place I had given birth to my sons. It was here, that I had now made love to my oldest son, it should have been Michael, and not John I was making love to…but maybe this was what life was supposed to be…my destiny. Perhaps it was my destiny to enjoy sex with my own flesh. John was my own blood, my own meat, and now not only my own son, but my own lover. John had been inside me, where only his father had been. The place where his semen had created John, the place where John came from. The same place was now being used by John, he was giving me the same wonderful treatment his father was giving me when he was alive, he was filling me up with his loving sperm, like his father had once done…

It didn't come to my mind until now, that I could get pregnant with my son. After all, I was only 36, and John was a virile man, potent of having me pregnant. I really couldn't risk that. I would have to go to the doctor and get a receipt of pills…I knew that from now on John would want it all, he would want me often, and I wouldn't be strong enough to stop him, I would comply, my flesh needed him so bad…

I could feel him snuggle up at my breasts in his sleep, the same breasts I had once offered him to nurse from when he was a baby, his penis finally slid out of my protective sheet, landing on my bare thigh. It was all wet from our mingled love-juices, some drooling out of my suddenly unplugged vagina, running in the crack of my womanhood. Slick, clinging cum, my son's sperm, the result of our lovemaking, formed a pool beside his resting penis…

Finally I fell asleep, strange dreams flying thru my head, dreams of John…my lover…