Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

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…

His moaning grew louder and louder, and I applyed my hardest suction, as I felt surge after surge of his tasty sperm wash down my throat. Not one single drop was lost as I swallowed every precious little wriggling seed he offered me, then I cleaned him, making him hard again…

I got up beside him on my knees, looking at him, smiling, then I invited him to use my nether hole. I wanted him to do me from behind, I had heard Michael call this a 'doggie-making', and I knew why, I wanted to be take like the bitch I was, a bitch in heat…

He was at it instantly, his penis burried inside me to the hilt. There was never a question of lubrication. I was so wet inside with Tim's cum and my juices that the mixture functioned as lubrication. He started humping me in a steady rhythm which I had learned to love, and looking down between my legs I could see his penis slide in and out of my slippery and messy pussy. Every time it was pulled out it was coated with his pre-cum, my juices but most of all the two loads of sperm Tim had injeceted inside my love canal only moments earlier, which was running down to his sac, dripping down on the sheet. I came hard, exciting scene, knowing I was taken by my other son only moments after the first had cum inside me, feeling my whole body becoming one with my vagina, trembling with excitement, travelling once again to nirvana…

This was the way I wanted to be taken. Fucked, that's right, the most dirty word of all, fucked like a bitch in heat. Like a dog.

When it subsided, I found John was still at it. I looked at Tim who was sitting at the end of the bed ogling us. I could see his hand working on his purple coloured penis, fully concentrated on what we were doing.

I smiled at him, knowing what I would do next…

"…mmmmm…ohhhh….mmmmm…Tim…come here…and I'll help you out…"

He looked surprised at me, not really understanding…

"C'mon lover…let me do that…come to me…come to moma…"

He came to me, lying on his back, me taking his hard penis in my mouth anew, the place where John had spurted only moments ago.

It wasn't til now that I noticed how different my sons were equipped. With only one year between them, one would expect them to be almost in the same state of development. However John was very much bigger, in every way that is. I never tried to estimate my son's love tools, but now I realised that John with his almost 7 inch penis would outdo Tim's little 5 inch pecker. Today I know that one oftenly say that it's not the size that's important, but any woman who is really hot, wants to feel herself filled up, stoughed with manly meat and John was more than capable of doing so with his thick member. On the other hand, having Tim's thin little member inside me, wriggling like a worm, together with the knowledge that he was in fact my own son and a really a very young boy, made it very hot.

At first I didn't want to accept the fact that it was my own two sons who attracted me, I was having my love affair with John because I loved him, like lovers ought to show their love to eachother. But after Tim started having me the same way, I didn't care anymore. I knew that I loved my two sons very much, not only because they were my own children, but what we had was a special bond. They were fascinated of me because I was their mother, doing things only mothers in their hottest dreams would do with them. Further more, I was their first love, and would be so til the end of time, they had been virgins when first having me, making our love even more special. Me on the other hand was fascinated by the vigour of my children, their sexual urges which never seemed to end. Then, again, knowing they were my own two sons, so very young who was having sex with me, made me feel very hot. It was so taboo what we did, mother and sons endulging in an incestual relationship, feeling eachother's bodies, sucking and licking and really having intercourse.

I could feel John plunge himself in and out of my cum-soaked cunny, occasionally feeling his stabbing penis hit the bottom of my vaginal tunnel. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as the wonderful mushroom tip parted my cervix, thus entering my womb which had swollen and expanded to accomodate the pregnancy of our child that was growing inside. I moaned each time he did so, trying to concentrate on giving pleasure to Tim as well.