Unknown: Wicked lovemaking

"I'll run ahead I said…" slowly, not really wanting to, I turned around and headed for the water…I needed to cool off, to cool off bad! To get rith of my horny feelings, feelings towards my sons!

I tried no to look, but seeing my boys coming towards me 20 yards away, I watched them closely. I eyed them in maybe the closest way I had ever inspected them.

Ooh, how tall and beautiful they were, John was only 15, and yet so tall, shoulders broad like his father's, the muscles he had gotten from working on a ranch part time were playing on his body as he moved, his body, which already showed the masculine power it possessed. Girls would chase him in a year or two, he was really handsome, every wet schoolgirls dream… Puberty had come, and already set the marks on him, he looked gorgeous. It was strange how fast he had grown to be a man, I hadn't realised he was a man till now, admiring his male flesh, watching his semi-erected penis, which had already received the cute dark-brown bush above it. Then we had little Tim, only 14, looking so innocent and sweet, still a child compared to John, I couldn't see at this distance, but I couldn't figure out whether he had any blonde hairs covering his… his…manhood… but… they were no children any longer… they were men, at least if you judged by their young and beautiful erected… ooh what was I thinking of…I hadn't seen a man naked for 14 years, and for 14 years I had made myself happy in bed, with my fingers, imagining it was Michael, my husband making love to me, however lately I no longer enjoyed it as much, imagination didn't have any effect on me any longer. But now I felt really horny, for the first time in years, it must have been the wine that was playing a game on me…

I held my breath and took a couple of strokes under the water, feeling the coolness around me, seeking deeper water. By the time I surfaced, John and Tim were in the lake, swimming towards me.

"Come on you two! or maybe you're chickening out?" I tried to ease up the tension the odd situation had created, and I knew Tim couldn't resist a challenge, always wanting to win every possible contest. So he lunged himself towards me, taking a pair of quick strokes, then as he approached, he stopped a few feet away from me. Then SPLASH, a rain of water drenched my face as Tim hit the water with his palm…

"What are you doing?" I yelled at the sudden attack, laughing…

"Let's se who's chickening out?" He yelled, giving me several more splashes. Then there was war, me and Tim splashing water on each other and suddenly John was in the battle too, only he was on my side… Timmie fought bravely, but was doomed to loose, not liking it, he took a couple of strong strokes, and off he went…

"I'm going to take a swim…I'm heading for those rocks, to get a sun-tan" he said, lunging himself towards a couple of rocks some 100 yards away, along the shore, probably setting up a new challenge.

"Be careful.", I said, like any mother would…even though I new my sons were good swimmers.

"Sooo, we won!", said John happily.

"Sure did", I took a step closer to him, feeling the soft sand tickling my toes, the waterline at my shoulders…

Then, splash!

"Oh, you little…", I never had the chance to speak out, another splash, now it was John who were giving me a hard time.

I tried getting away, but he kept scooping water on me, so I I went for the kill…but I ended up bumping against him, my big, soft breasts pressed against his naked chest, my long legs against his muscular, but then, there was his semi-erected penis, between my legs, barely parting my cleavage, slightly pushing at the entrance…twitching, tickling my clitoris, following the rhythm of the undulating water movements… I was melting from the treatment…and he was growing…his penis reaching full stiffness, full erection, really deserving to be called a manhood…

We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, which couldn't have been more than a few seconds. His eyes meeting mine, hot glances exchanged, talking through them with each other, expressing what we both so sinfully wanted. Then nature took over our oversexed bodies which ached so bad for relief. John started to hump me, even though he hadn't entered me, he was running his penis in the crack of my womanhood, his eyes, glassy like mine with the hot lust, passion-burning, no more logic, no more sense, no more moral. Pure animal lust, owned our bodies… I wanted him, I wanted him now. Feeling his penis play in my crack, was exciting me a lot, I was going to cum… I realised I wanted him inside! I wanted him where I couldn't have him, where no mother was allowed to have her son after once giving birth to her child…I wanted him in my pussy, deep, deep where his father once planted him. I wanted to have sex with him, I was hot…

I moaned, looked at his closed eyes, the eyelids fluttering as he was experiencing great pleasures from feeling his stiff penis running between my slippery vaginal lips, his hands were at my waist, keeping me close to him, his lower body working in a fast rhythm to satisfy his eager need, the need to mate, he was beyond rational thinking, his entire body shaking without control, seeking that ultimate lust.

He's my son! echoed in my head, I can't do what I'm about to do! It would be a great sin, it would be incest! I thought, but feeling his penis bumping against my hole, almost entering, stimulating my erected and hypersensitive clitoris, made up my mind… I wanted him as much as he wanted me…

I grabbed his penis with my hand, the other one went around his buttocks. When he felt that he couldn't hump anymore he opened his eyes dreamily…

"Ohh…please… don't make me stop mom, it feels so good…I've never felt this good before…just let…"

"Shhhh…", I hushed him motherly, "I know my love, I want to help you…I only want to make it even better…for us…"

Slowly, like in a trance I directed my sons virginal penis against my love cave, letting it part my fluttering butterfly- like lips. I was trying hard to find a good reason to tell him I wanted to stop, one final effort to stop this depraved incestuous act, as a mother and grown-up, it is my duty to see what's right or wrong, but I was blinded. I could not see nor hear anything but only feel his pulsing penis in my hand, guiding it towards my welcoming hole…

When finally it was positioned, I slowly started pressing his penis against my overheated womanhood. I could feel the entrance muscle, starting to soften as I applied pressure, dilating as his penis pushed forward. There was a sudden 'Pop' and his mushroom tip sank inside me, I gave out a loud moan of pleasure, simultaneously I heard John gasp…

For more than 14 years, no one had been there, and for the first time I was doing it with someone else than my husband. For the first time I was letting my son enter me, letting my son fulfill our pleasure strive of lust, to tame my pussy in heat, letting happen the most perverted thing a mother could do with her son, to have intercourse…For the first time my beautiful son made love to a woman, and it would be me who was going to be his first…I was enjoying it, I tried to convince myself that it made no difference whether he was my son or not, and after all, he would still fuck some woman someday, so why not making it with someone who loves you most in this world, someone who won't cheat on you, someone with patience and the will of teaching the act of lovemaking…I've allways tried to give my sons what's best for them, now I would only give him the most beautiful pleasures a boy can receive…that couldn't be wrong as both enjoyed it, yes I would receive pleasures myself that I had for missed for so long, but we would have a great time together…Part of my brain desperatly tried to convince the other, why I should let this happen…but it was finally the feelings from 'down there' that made up my mind…