Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

"I've missed you John…", I said, looking him in the eyes, caressing his beautiful brown hair.

"I've missed you to ma…"

"I don't want to loose you honey…never again…I was afraid you would hate me forever…we have so much to give eachother. You are my son, and we shouldn't be hating eachother…please John…never leave me like that…Besides…", I took his hand leading it down to my belly which had swelled some the last 2 weeks. "…besides…I need you…both as my man, but also as the father of my child…I hope you haven't forgotten about that."

"Oh no mom…how could I…I'll never leave you again…I promise…"

I was going to seduce him, even though my vagina hurt a little from the previous action I would let him do me at the end, but first I wanted to show him all my womanly charms and affection, so that he would know forever how much I wanted him and how much I loved him. But I would show him how bad he needed me, that I wasn't cheap, oh no, that I could make him beg me for it…Now I had the leading part. Then, only when he was going crazy after me would we make love like madmen.

"John…could I ask you something…"

"…yes mom…"

"What do you think of me…"

"You're gorgeous mom!"

"No…I mean, what do you think of me…after all I have done… you know that a mother and a son should never indulge in such acts we have…they should never touch eachother like we have, or furthermore make love…"

"You know I don't care what people say…we've talked so many times about this…I love you mom, more than anything…you're the best…"

"…but what about me doing it with Tim…you did call me a whore…do you think of me that way still…?"

"Oh no mom…I…I told you I was sorry for saying that…"

I was holding his head between my hands, looking him in the eyes, caressing him with my glances.

"How did you feel when you saw me together with Tim?"

There was no answer, so I went on…I pulled him closer to me, our faces only inches apart as I put my hand on his crotch. He was hard. "…did it excite you? Dit it make you feel hard like you are now"

He turned all red in his face. It was the first time I had talked 'dirty' this way. But I knew that sometimes men liked that. And talking dirty of myself made me feel hot.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, looking him straight in the eyes.

"…did you like what you saw John? Did you?"

"…I…I guess so…"

I pulled his shirt of him and proceeded with unbuckling his belt and then pulling open his fly, lowering his pants and underwear a couple of inches, freeing his member that slapped hard against his belly when it sprang free. I formed a fist around it, and started stroking it gently, smearing out his pre-cum.

"Did it make you so hot you didn't care if I had done it with Tim?"

"…uhuh…"

"You said earlier that it was disgusting to know he had been inside of me…didn't you lover…?"

He just looked foolishly at me…ogling my body…

"You got so excited you wanted to share me with Tim right away? Didn't you honey?"

I grabbed his penis at the root, then guiding it in the hot juicy canal my slit forms, letting it run along it while squeezing him with my thighs, feeling his juices wetten my soft skin.

I heard him moan from the treatment, but there was still no answer. I moved my hand so it was pressing his penis up against my hole, letting it sink inside my fleshy lips, burrying the tip of his leaking shaft in the little depth just outside the entrance to my penis longing vagina.

He tried to hump me, but I pulled away slightly.

"Would you consider sharing me with Tim in the future as well? If I beg you to?"

"Yes mom…"

"Won't you feel disgusted to know that you're putting it inside of me where he has been and filled me with his cream? Won't you honey?"

I heard a guttural 'no' as he tried to enter me anew, only to find out I was prepared and deflected his invading member…

"You know honey…Tim will spend a lot of time with me in the future as well…I'm not sure I will be alone when you come to my bed anymore…are you sure it won't bother you if you find me and Tim making love…"

There was a loud moan as I started massaging his little sac, feeling the two nut-sized testicles that had produced the sperm that had gotten me pregnant…

"It might be so that you'll just have to jump in between, when Tim has finished or when he wants me to suck him…do you think you could handle that lover? Do you…?"

"Oh mom…please…"

"…please what John?"

"Let me do it with you…don't do this to me…I don't care about Tim, or what he does when he makes it with you…"

"Do what John? I just want to make sure…you know I don't want one-night-stands John…you know that…you even said I wasn't a whore…didn't you…?"

"Yes mom…but please…"

"…soon lover…I only want to know…do you still love me? Do you honey…or do you just want to use me…like a hole?"

"…ohhh mom…I love you…but please…"

I bent down and kissed John hard, I 'frenched' him as we used to say at school about kissing boys this strange way. It was something the older girls did. My tongue swirled around John's, just like it would have been his penis in my mouth… finally we broke the kiss…

"Then let's get started lover…make love to me hard…make love to me like you used to do. Put it inside of me and fill me up with your baby-making cream just like you did when you got me pregnant. Do me…"

With a strong and mercyless plunge he entered the depths of my pussy. The sensations so beautiful, not long after that we came together, joining an orgasm, a serene expression on his face as he pumped the essence of his manhood in me once more this evening.

But the night was young, it was Friday night. That night my bed was used very well. Finally, after several lovemakings, both with John and Tim, we fell asleep, all 3 of us. Or should I say 4?

Time passed, winter arrived. It was cold and windy outside, but in our house there was allways warmth and love. Tim and John was doing good at school, and they had really looked forward to their Christmas Vacation. I was very happy myself. Whenever my son's weren't at home and I didn't have any chores, I would go into town and meet with some old friends in a cafe. I felt like I was again alive, after so many years, thanks to my lovly sons. Of course, word got by that I was pregnant. But I knew what to tell them, that I had rehearsed a long time ago. I told them of the wonderful man I was going to marry soon. I told them I had met him on vacation this summer. It was an old and dear friend of mine. I made them believe I loved him immensly, and that he wanted many children around him. Then I told them lies of how wonderful he was, that he worked at this big oil company, allways busy. Some thought I was too old to have children, but I told them we both wanted them. Others asked why I didn't marry him before having the child, but to them I said that we would. Soon, I said, I was going to leave town and make a family with my husband to be…and people accepted it.

Tim was the first to find out about it, after all, he had read about these things at school. Five months pregnant he came to me and said…

"Mom…you've grown…I mean your…your belly…"

I looked at John, who nodded in approval. I guess it was time to tell him, he would figure it out sooner or later anyway.

When he heard that I was having a child with his brother, John, he just said one thing: "Wow…"

I did have to explain the same thing to Tim, as John had thought so wrongly of. A pregnant woman can, and if she feels like it, should have sex with her partners if they want to and they don't get disguested by her being big. And they did want to make love to me. Me being big only made me 'hotter' as both John and Tim used to say.