Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

Sometimes we would make love in a chair, me straddling his lap, facing him as he sucked my breasts or I would be on my back on the kitchen table, him standing between my parted legs, massaging my breasts, finally spurting inside me.

Half an hour later he would come again, and repeat the coupling, leaving me all sour and sticky with his cum. But so satisfied and content.

Today he did neither of these things with me.

I was in bed crying. I thought I had lost him. It was late and for the first time, he hadn't come into my room to spend the night with me like he used to do.

But then I heard the door open, and the sound of his slippers on the floor as he got in, closing and locking it like he had done for so many nights…

"Mom, are you awake?"

"mmm"… I was relieved…maybe after all I hadn't lost him…

He got under the covers, embracing me for the first time since I told him the news, and it felt like it was an eternity. I pulled him close to my naked body, feeling his loving warmth which I had learned I couldn't live without. I couldn't help it. I fought, but to no avail. I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, then I let go…

"Mom! You're crying! What's wrong mommy?"

"…if you only knew John…if you only knew…" I caressed his soft brown hair, like I had done for so many times before, caring for him with all my heart, with my whole body…

"…know what mom?…what? Tell me what's wrong…

I couldn't help myself, but the words came out in a torrent… "Oh John…I was so afraid you wouldn't want me anymore, that you wouldn't love me, because I'm pregnant… I was afraid you would hate me, for using you…that you would feel I didn't want you, but a child…"

Again the tears came, his young face shining in the beautiful moonlight. Oh how I loved him! Why did it have to be this way…so complicated to love him, just because he was my son. It wasn't just that, it was what I felt inside… I felt so strange, happy but sad… it was my concience, almost killing me slowly. I knew what a dreadful thing this was, I had conceived a child with my own son, and what scared me was that I had wanted it…and I didn't regret it…now I had thought he hated me…

"No mom! That's not true! I love you so much, I would never do such a thing to you. Never. It doesn't matter whether you're pregnant or not. I would love you as much! Why did you ever think that I would hate you?"

"…I got afraid John…"

"Why?"

"After I told you…you…you never came to me like you did before…you never made love to me again…"

"But you're pregnant…I mean…I thought that if you're pregnant…you couldn't make love…that's what I've heard…"

I now understood how silly this situation was… how could he know…it was such a misunderstanding…it was ridicolous.

"Oh John…this is so silly…how could you know…of course I can make love to you! I want to, I love to…just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that you can't make love to me. I was afraid you didn't love me anymore…"

"Can I really…make love to you…even though you're pregnant? Could we make love when your belly gets big too? Wouldn't it hurt the child?"

"Yes! of course you can…each and every day…it doesn't matter if my belly gets big…and the child won't get hurt by making love…not if you're careful…you can have me anytime you want to, day or night, if you don't find me unattractive when I get big, that is…"

"I will never think you are unattractive mom…you are the best and beautiful there is!"

"Oh darling, you're so kind to me…" I led his hand to my breast, which I knew he loved to play with and let him squeeze it like he loved to do…then I said:

"Here, let me show you just how much I love you…and what we can do…"

That night we made love like never before. I applyed all my skills, all my devotion. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, and in how many different ways I loved him…I took him inside my mouth, sucking him as hard as I ever could, then when I knew he was about to climax, I pressed my fingers tightly around the base of his wonderful member, thus prolonging his orgasm time after time. When I finally let him erupt inside my mouth, he was begging me to let him, and how he came…his young and virile body exploding like a volcano, shooting his manly juices with such powerful jets I had never thought was possible…

Then, I rode him. My breasts hanging loosly on his face, bumping against it, my nipples playing in his mouth as he sucked them hard, his hands either squeezing them or my buttocks in rhythm with our lovemaking. Again I repeated the procedure with my fingers, thus holding him back for what seemed like an eternity. I was so wet, so horny, that I came several times before finally matching my orgasm with his, at last letting him creame on my insides with his baby-making juices, letting jet after jet of his seed enter my already pregnant and life bearing womb. It was so beautiful, so romantic and lovingly. Two lovers, mother and son, giving oneselves to eachother, showing the utter devotion and affection to eachother's bodies. Pleasing, and receiving pleasure as we again and again made love that night. Two animals in heat, making up, mating. ~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (7/10) ~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi

As we had agreed, John, Tim and I went on vacation. I knew of a very beautiful cottage close to the wonderful beaches of the Mexican bay. It was in a somewhat deserted town, but it was very beautiful and romantic there. I remember the day Michael had taken me there, when we were on our honey moon. We had spent most of the time making love together, in bed, in the water, on the beach, everywhere… It was the most wonderful time of my life…

Even though it was early month of July, I found out it was unoccupied, so I hired it til the middle of August, thus we would be staying here for almost a month and a half. John and Tim were so excited. We hadn't been outside our town for three years, at that occasion we had gone to see Michael's parents. However, not soon after that they moved from Houston to New York, the distance too long for us.

We went there by bus, finally arriving at the landlady who owned it. I was amazed. She was almost 80, and she remembered me and Michael from our honey-moon, over 15 years back in time…

We had a wonderful time together. The days passed too rapidly, but for the first time in my life since Michal's death, I was happy. Tim had borrowed a bicycle from the landlady, and was out fishing or in town most of the time while John stayed with me. We used to make love somewhere on a deserted beach without name, between the warm rocks, feeling the water wash our overheated bodies as we lay lazily ontop of eachother. The same deserted beach where I and Michael had once made love onto. Then we would make love in the water, reminding us of the first time we had done it back home. We were lucky, the weather was fine, although, somewhat too hot.

Everyday John would ask me when the result of our breeding would show, when I would give birth to our child. He was so cute, so wonderful, serving me like I would be in my last week.

At night, John and I would tip-toe out of the cottage down to the beach. There we would make love for hours without risking getting caught by Tim.

In the morning Tim would wake us up with the so familiar 'Hey sleepy heads…wake up!' and he rushed to town on his bicycle doing whatever boys do when they are together. Thus he left us, day after day, on our own. If we weren't making love, then we would be fondling eachother. If we weren't fondling eachother we would stay close together, naked skin touching naked skin.

But everything must come to an end, and so did our vacation. It felt like we had spent 7 weeks in paradise, and we were all very sad when leaving. The landlady told us several times to come back next summer, and I promised both her, my sons and myself that we would do so. Tim had made quite a lot of friends while going to town, and I must say I was amazed at how many children came to wave us good-bye when we took the bus back home.