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Story title : Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers

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Wicked Lovemaking - Two Sons, Two Lovers 
by Anonymous Author (an204955@anon.penet.fi)

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Chapter IV

To wake up from an erotic dream is a very beautiful
and sexy experience, it makes you feel like having 
butterflies in your belly all day long. But to wake
up, only to find they are true, is something even more 
erotic. That was the way I woke up.

John was at it again. His morning erection playing on 
my naked thigh as he was dry humping my leg, playing 
with my soft breasts. Only this time, he wasn't only 
fondling with them, he was sucking my nipples like he 
had done once before, when he was a baby-boy and I
used to nurse him.

I put my arm around him, caressing his dark-brown hair. 
He looked up at me with his beautiful and innocent eyes 
and almost smiled at me with them, then he concentrated 
on sucking my breasts again. It felt so good, it 
reminded me of how much I enjoyed this when he was a 
child, when I could produce milk for him. He was 
sucking harder and harder, like he expected something 
from them, something I couldn't give him any longer...

After a minute or so of this treatment, I noticed his 
erecting member had started to pump out some pre-cum on 
my thigh, smearing it out, tickling my nakedness... I 
knew he was not far from excitement, but I wanted to do 
something special this morning than just let him make 
love to me in his 'inexperienced fashion'. This morning 
I would teach him something new, that could be enjoyed 
very much...Something Michael had taught me and done 
with me...

Slowly, not disturbing his session, I rolled on top of 
him, straddling his belly, my big breasts hanging down 
in his face. He tried to enter me, but I was way to up 
on his belly for him to reach the place he was looking 
for.

"Good morning my love, would you like me to show you 
something?"

He let go of my saliva-dripping nipple. My breasts 
bouncing against his innocent face, his head in my 
cleavage.

"Can't we just...just do it? I really need it...I need 
it bad!"

"I know you do my love, but I want to make it even 
better for you...I want to show you something that 
feels very good to you, I promise you'll enjoy it at 
least as much as making love...and honey, it's called 
making love..."

I spoke to him in a soft seducing voice, letting my big 
soft breasts play on his face, my body riding his 
belly, my wet womanhood leaking love-juices on his 
skin, smearing him with it, like I was giving him 
massage. I knew I was still a sexy woman who could turn 
on most guys, so I pouted with my lips, and whispered 
"I just want to please you the best way I can..."

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

"Part your legs honey..."

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

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

I looked him in his beautiful eyes, smiling to him, 
smiling that seductive smile I knew could drive Michael 
crazy with lust. I didn't feel obliged to this, I had 
never been with Michael either. It was something I 
liked to do, I knew how good it felt, and I wanted to 
give all possible love and pleasure to my son, thanking 
him for the wonderful awakening he had given me. 

I knew that the love between us, the way it had been 
just a day earlier, would never come back. Our love was 
not only the natural love between mother and son, but 
the sophisticated love and affection as for two lovers, 
the game of giving and taking. The game of giving and 
receiving pleasure in the most exciting way. I knew it 
was wrong to do this kind of things, but I somehow 
accepted it, understanding that I liked it, my son 
liked it, and as long as no one found out, we could 
both enjoy this great time for as long as John wanted. 

Of course, there would come a time when John would have 
to go his own way, to find his life companion, his own 
girl to love and care for. I would urge him to do so, 
he couldn't get stuck with me for the rest of my life. 

Maybe it was good for him to have an older, more 
knowing woman guide him in the intricate world of 
sexuality, to show him everything and to teach him the 
beauties and the most pleasurable ways. Maybe this 
could help him in the future. And after all, would it 
that bad besides the mere act of incest if it was with 
the person who loved him the most, a person who he 
could rely fully on, a woman who would do anything for 
him, any request, his very own mother? 

Someday he would be someone else's lover, but until 
then I was his and he was mine that was what mattered 
at that point. What we were doing, wasn't hurting 
anyone. He liked it and I liked it.

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

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

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

"Ohhh...MOM!"

I watched my son deeply in his eyes, that were as big 
as onions from the sudden surprise, his body jerking as 
I had entered his love-shaft inside my craving mouth, 
his jaw hanging loose, mouth open.

I could smell the musky perfume from his love-tool, my 
nostrils fluttering with delight and anticipation from 
the so familiar and longtime missed smell. I could 
taste his manly secretions from his rod, still just 
keeping him inside my mouth, letting my saliva soak his 
shaft, washing his member and letting it mingle with 
his lovely penis extracts.

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

John had a hard time holding still, his eyes had 
closed, his head was leaned backwards, his hips trying 
to hump my face. I knew this was the time, his moans 
got louder, his body squirming faster and more 
violently...I sucked, I sucked for dear life, like it 
was the only thing that would keep me alive. I was 
nursing my own son's penis like he had once nursed my 
breasts, awaiting the moment of truth, his milkish 
semen, like he had once sucked my breasts dry for 
motherly milk. His hands were suddenly around my head, 
pulling my head down on his rod. I knew what he wanted. 
I started moving my head up and down, like I would be 
fucking him. Fuck, what an obscene word, but it was the 
most appropriate word for this act.

It didn't take my son more than a few seconds before I 
could feel the so familiar swell of his tip, his pre-
cum dripping out of his member. A sudden, "Ohhhhh.... 
ohhhhh...." then I felt a hard twitch, a jerk, and I 
could sense the hot sticky seed pump inside my eagerly 
sucking mouth. I wanted his first blowjob, to be the 
best ever for him, something to look back to. Maybe his 
girlfriend wouldn't like to do this to him when he got 
one, so he would have something very memorable... 

I grabbed his small sac with my hand, and with every 
jerk, I squeezed gently his testicles, feeling them 
work freely as they were pumping out potent spunk in my 
mouth. And with every jerk of his penis, I sucked as 
hard as I could, forcing his ejaculating penis pump out 
all the bitter and salty taste of my lover's cream, 
emptying his testicles, the fresh load of his wonderful 
milk filling my belly.

At first, oral sex to me was pretty disgusting, however 
Michael had shown me that it could be one of the most 
pleasurable things for both women and men. After doing 
it a couple of times with him, I learned to keep his 
semen in my mouth, after that I stopped spitting it 
out. From not really liking the strange spicy love-
cream, I learned to love the taste of it, I learned to 
enjoy swallowing it, feeling the gooey hotness dribble 
down my throat, tasting every drop of it. I became an 
addict to it.

John was shaking with excitement as he was climaxing, 
every muscle appeared on his young body, showing he was 
a young man, and not a boy any longer. His manhood was 
spewing out his manly juices, filling my mouth as he 
was jerking uncontrollably. I tasted his sperm, 
enjoying the spicy and bitter taste of caviar, his hot 
cream running down my throat as I swallowed. I enjoyed 
feeling his gooey load ejaculate in my mouth. It was so 
hot to know I was drinking his cum, the essence of 
masculinity, the essence of life, the essence of my own 
son.

**

His cum had stopped oozing out, his penis was semi-
erect, still in my mouth. His body had relaxed, the 
squirming had stopped. I was still holding his small 
sac in my hand massaging it carefully, the other hand 
around the base of his penis, in a firm grip, keeping 
it hard by not letting the blood leave his love-stick. 
My tongue was playing on the tip of his rod, washing it 
with my saliva, cleaning it up.

He opened his eyes, our glances met. I sucked all the 
excessive liquids that covered his hardening penis, and 
swallowed, once more tasting his musky aroma. Then I 
let it slide out of my mouth, slowly I crawled up to 
his side, my hand working on his growing penis, 
masturbating my son.

"Did you like that John?", I asked him, with a 
whispering voice.

"Ohh, yeah mom...I..I never knew you could...could do 
it that way...", he was looking at me like he still 
didn't believed what I had done...

"Ohh yes John, there's a lot of ways one can receive 
pleasures from, this is only one...it's called oral 
sex..."

I looked him deep into his brown eyes, he was so 
beautiful, I never thought I would wake up beside a man 
again. I never thought I would receive and give 
pleasures to someone in the night as well as in the 
morning. I never thought that John would ever agree on 
it, it was out of the question. Now when we both had 
accepted it, I knew this would come to last. He was so 
beautiful and virile, a young stud. I almost laughed at 
the thought of comparing him with a young wild horse...

I bent down, my breasts falling down on his chest, and 
I kissed him. Feeling his mouth pressed tight to mine, 
I let my lips open, then I started to play on his lips 
with my tongue, forcing it into his opening mouth.

Suddenly I felt his hard penis play on my thigh, he was 
ready to go for another shot. But I wanted something 
else...

"John", I whispered, "would you like to do a favor to 
me?".

"uhh..yeah..mom."

I rolled off him, lying on my back, I took his hand, 
parted my slender legs and guided his hand down to my 
wet hole. I started massaging myself with his hand, and 
soon he caught it. He started playing with his fingers 
on my mound...making me part my legs even more.

"Ohhh...John...it feels so good...play with your 
fingers... uuhhhmmm..." I was so hot, my liquids 
pouring out of me as he was playing, still very 
uncertain of himself, with my love cave.

Slowly, not wanting to disturb him, I crawled up in 
bed, my head resting on the pillows...his head was at 
my belly. I put my hands on his head, gently pushing 
him downwards...

"Ohhh...", I heard him whisper. He was down between my 
opened legs. Looking directly into my pussy, the place 
he had once come from. It felt so strange to have a man 
between my legs again, to have my own son look into my 
most secret place, but I didn't have any second 
thoughts. His hand was making miracles down there...

I accommodated myself with the pillow under my head so 
I could see the entire act. Gently I started caressing 
his dark-brown hair, the same color as my pubic hair, 
watching his surprised gaze on my pussy. In the 
amazement he had forgotten everything, so carefully, 
not disturbing his view, I grabbed his hand and started 
to move it on my flesh in circles...

Slowly, I parted my legs as much as I could, bending 
the knees and bringing the legs up towards my belly, 
finding, that it was the same position I had once had 
when I had given birth to John, only now he was a big 
boy, with manly desires, a stallion between his 
mother's legs.

He gave out yet another "ohhh," when seeing my pussy 
open up in front of his face, my inner lips protruding, 
my cave appearing to be seen by his eyes for the very 
first time.

"Mmmmm....John...move your hand like that...it feels so 
good..."

He somehow got it, and started moving his hand with 
fascination, feeling my soft womanly flesh, slick with 
juices, play under his fingers.

Not disturbing his fingering, I parted my lips with my 
fingers, making my hard and blood-filled clitoris 
appear.

He was only inches away from my steaming pussy. He was 
looking at it like in a trance, watching the entrance 
to my vagina expand, thus making the hole appear.

"Would you like to put your finger inside of me John?"

"Can I...I mean..."

"Sure honey...I would love that, just be careful...so 
you don't scratch me..."

I felt his inexperienced index finger probe at the 
entrance, then it found it's way in, sinking into my 
slippery slit like it was melting butter.

"Mmmmhhh....that feels really good...", I moaned, 
feeling his finger slide in as far as it could go...

"ohhh...it's so wet mom..."

"Yes John, it is...it becomes that way when a woman 
gets excited...it's designed that way to make the 
pecker enter more easier into the pussy...you do know 
what those things are..." I wanted to ease up the 
tension by talking a little to him...

"I...I know what pecker is...but not the other...the 
other word"

"Well, it's where you have your finger right now...some 
call it vagina, others call it cunt...but I prefer 
pussy...", I moaned when I felt his finger bend inside 
my vagina. "Mmmmm...move it in and out of me and 
wriggle it just like that honey...like you would with 
your pecker...it makes me feel good that way...the same 
way it makes you feel good."

He did as I asked him, watching in fascination as my 
pussy would respond to his finger. Each time he pushed 
it in me, my entrance would sink inwards almost 
collapsing, and each time he withdrew his juice covered 
finger, my pussy would follow his finger outwards, like 
it didn't want to let go of it...

I started to massage my clitoris with my fingers while 
my son was in my pussy with his. He was right, I was so 
wet between my legs, the sex-act so far had made me all 
excited, making my juices flow from my cave, some 
dribbling out, smearing my slender thighs.

"Mmmmmm...uhmmmm, yes....it feels so good John...rub 
this little bud here with your thumb while you play 
with your finger....ahhhh....that's the 
way....mmmmmm...."

John was a quick learner, fascinated by what he saw, 
looking in trance at the strange process that happened 
only inches away from his beautiful face.

He was doing what I loved the most when Michael was 
fingering my pussy, I had learned that I enjoyed 
feeling a finger or a penis inside my pussy while he 
was tickling my clitoris with his other finger or 
thumb. Now John was giving me the same treatment...and 
I wasn't far from orgasm...

"Mmmm...that's right...put in a...ahhh...one more.... 
finger...", he did what I asked, and soon I felt 
another finger slide into the depths of my pussy, 
accompanying the other as he expanded my hole 
further...

"Ahhhh...faster....faster John..."

Then it came, so fast and merciless, like a tornado, 
taking my body up to heights of pleasure and relief. My 
pussy clamping around his fingers, jerking and 
twitching as I came in a ravaging orgasm.

**

I was caressing his hair, his fingers had ceased 
playing in my sensitive hole, my pussy still giving an 
occasional twitch in the aftermath of the orgasm.

"What happened mom, did I hurt you or anything?"

"No John, it felt marvelous..."

"Can I play with...it...some more?"

I smiled at him softly, played my hand on his hair, 
enjoying the sense of the aftermath...

"Yes John...you can play with my...pussy...", it felt 
strange to say that word to my son, even though he was 
looking straight into my juice dripping hole. "...you 
can play with my pussy every time you'd like to..."

"Really mom?"

He inserted one of his fingers into my sticky hole, 
sawing it in and out of me, like moments earlier.

"Anytime you'd like, it will be ready waiting for 
you..", I moaned feeling his little finger wriggling 
inside my sensitive flesh, "play your thumb on the 
little bud...that's what drives a girl crazy..."

"You mean this..?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yes lover, it's called clitoris...that's were the 
woman gets very excited when touching her..."

I looked down at my son, he looked so concentrated, so 
occupied and devoted to what he was doing, transfixed 
by the act...

"It's so beautiful..." I heard him whisper.

"Would you like to do something even more beautiful, 
something that would give me even more pleasures 
honey?"

"Uhuh..."

Gently I pushed his head towards the entrance to my 
pussy. I felt a little hesitation at first, but then he 
gave in. This was what I had waited for...

"Please John, lick me down there..."

I saw him look up at me, hesitantly, like not believing 
what I was asking him to do, then his tentative tongue 
touched my fluttering lips.

"...mmmm...yes John...that's right...play with your 
tongue on that little bud...", I showed him that I 
meant my clitoris, "...ahhhh...yes....".

He was a quick learner, and I didn't have to instruct 
him what I wanted him to do. It came so natural for 
him. I felt tears coming in my eyes from the excitement 
and love for my child. The child that now so 
affectionately was giving me such a pleasure, like only 
one man before had ever done.

I watched in fascination as he was flickering his 
tongue on my clitoris, rewarding me with loving 
feelings, playing in the crack of my pussy, and then 
occasionally he let it dart in and out of my steaming 
cave, my juices pouring out of me...

"...uuunnhhhh...unhhh...yes...that's right...go 
on...faster... faster my love...I'm 
going...to...cuuuuummmmm....annnhhh..."

I felt the familiar tingling in my toes, then came the 
torrent, my pussy exploding in pleasure as it was 
cramping around his little tongue. My legs had locked 
him up between my thighs, forcing his face tight to my 
lips, my hips grinding without control against his 
beautiful face, smearing my juices on his face, my 
pussy almost wanting to take his entire head inside of 
me. To have him inside my womb like I had once so long 
ago.

My entire body was shivering as waves of lust took 
control of me, merciless making it twitch and jerk with 
lust and wonderful feelings...I was in heaven...

**

Slowly I awoke from the trance I had been in, finding 
that John was plying with his fingers on me, 
occasionally giving me a lick while he was stroking his 
erected member.

"Thank you John...it felt...so good..."

He stopped masturbating and looked up at me with his 
beautiful eyes.

"I never knew girls could like it that bad...I only 
thought boys...I thought girls hated these kind of 
things...at least... that's what I've heard...I 
mean..."

I smiled at him, caressing his hair again, motherly, 
like I had done so many times before.

"...as I told you my love, you have a lot to 
learn...girls will like it as much as boys will. Only 
they hide it...they don't want to admit it..."

"Mom."

"Yes my son, what is on your mind?"

"Could we do it...I mean...like we did it yesterday... 
I really need it...could we? Please mom?"

"Sure honey...I can see you need it...I guess it's that 
way when you're young...come here..."

I opened up my arms, he crawled up, his body moving 
like a mist, his body pressed tight to mine, my breasts 
crushing under his weight...

Momentarily he started humping me, however, his penis 
was just playing on my belly. I lowered my hand, 
gripped his wet penis, and showed him the entrance...

"That's it lover...push it in slowly now...ahhhhhh...." 
I didn't have to wait long for him to enter me. He 
buried his love stick to the hilt in me with one mighty 
plunge. I was so well lubricated that it went in and 
out so easily.

He came soon. He had only been humping me for half a 
minute or so, then it was too much for him. The rhythm 
increased as he neared his climax, then with a sighing 
"Ooohhhh moooom..." he buried his member as deep as he 
could, his small sac smacking against my buttocks, his 
body started shivering as he exploded inside my pussy, 
his hot sticky cum spurting deep inside my waiting 
hole....Surge after surge of love-juices erupting as I 
was squeezing his buttocks, pressing his crotch close 
to mine, our genitals being one, grinding against each 
other in a strive of sexual relief.

**

I didn't let his member go limp, after all I hadn't 
orgasmed with him inside me yet, and I really wanted 
him to make me cum one final time.

His penis was still twitching when I rolled on top of 
him, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss, my drooling 
tongue playing inside his wet mouth, meeting his 
tongue.

I slid down his body, till I reached his semi-erect 
penis. I looked up at him, he was in heaven, his eyes 
squirming as I saw drools of beautiful white sperm 
still dribbling out of his mushroom-like slit.

I took him inside my mouth, sucking his sensitive penis 
as hard as I could, sucking out all the excessive spunk 
out of his hot member which mixed with the juices from 
my hole he had been inside only moments earlier. I let 
the liquids play on my taste buds, enjoying the taste 
of our mingled cum, then swallowing. With my hands I 
was holding his little sac, squeezing it gently while 
working my other hand up and down rhythmically, 
masturbating him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please John, play with my breasts...please suck on 
them... anhhhh... that's right..."

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

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

**

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

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

Besides, I liked knowing I had my son's spunk inside
of me, even though I knew it was a hazardous game, it
kind of thrilled me, knowing I could get pregnant...

Continued in part 5...

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