"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…
Chapter IV
To wake up from an erotic dream is a very beuatiful 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 somehting 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 dryhumping my slender 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 'unexperienced 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, til I reached his magic pole, letting his penis provocativly 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 loosly, dingling 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-coloured 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 my 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 sofisticated love and affection as for two lovers, the game of giving and taking. The game of giving an 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.