"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. 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…