Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

What we did come to enjoy, all of us, was when my sons and daughter would suck at my breasts. At first it was just experimenting. But after a while it was an obsession.

Everytime I had fed Mindy, our daughter, my sons were next. They would suck my milk-producing breasts til they were drained. I had learned enjoying those sessions immensly, feeling my warm motherly milk being sucked out of my heavy breasts by my two sons like they had once done before so lovingly. Of course, Mindy was allways first, no question about that. But as soon as she had finished my both sons were more than eager to suck the rest out of me.

I was so happy to be able to produce milk again, like I had once been. And was I producing…my breasts were allways more than filled with hot milk to be sucked out of them. It seemed like the more my sons drank out of it, the more I produced. I had swelled quite some in breast size and sometimes I really had to beg my sons to come and ease the tension. Sometimes the production was so great that just by walking around doing the regualar chores, the bumpings would cause milk squirting out of my pink and enlarged nipples, which not only served an infant, but my two sons as well.

Sometimes I was so full of milk after Mindy had nursed, that I just had to relieve myself. I had found a way to suck my own nipples, nursing my own breasts, but it was a position that made my neck hurt since I had to suck for a long time. What I used to do most of the time was to take a small bucket, place it on the floor as I sat on a little chair. Then I would bend forward, letting my large and overfilled breasts dingle downwards. My hands would go around them and start squeezing, warm jets of milk squirting from my nipples, filling the bucket. Then I would bottle it up, drinking some of it, leaving it to my sons but sometimes I used it for making cookies. They loved my cookies. We stopped bying milk, since I was producing more than we could all drink. I felt so strange, so beautiful with my huge bossom, swaying as I walked around all day doing the chores. There was allways an aroma of warm milk surrounding me due to my lactating breasts, the sweet aroma of warm motherly milk. Everytime I got the bucket to fill, I felt so animalic, so hot, it might sound crazy to you, but I felt like I was a cow. Ready to be mated with any bull, then producing milk every day for hungry mouths she gave birth to…

I think my sons quit drinking ordinary milk, and even water. Everytime they were thirsty they would come to me, I was their source.

Every night when we got to sleep they would suck my breasts while they made love to me. Afterwards they would continue while I fell asleep, happy, feeling wonderful, their nibblings, one at each nipple, making me muse in my sleep.

In the morning at breakfast, I would expose my breasts while sitting on a chair, and they would get down on their knees, one on each side and take care of my milk producing breasts. Afterwards I would take them in my mouth or my cunny, taking their bitter tasting baby-making sperm in me once more in the morning.

Everyday when they were having their lunchbreaks, I would take the car and ride into town, going to my sons school. There they would wait at the entrance getting into my car. We would drive to a deserted spot, and there they would have their lunches, eating, but most of all to my delight, drinking. Drinking my warm milk, directly from the source. They even had their favourite breast. John allways nursed my left one, while Tim took the other. When they had finished eating they would put their mouths around my swollen nipples, grab my breasts with their hands, and gently squeeze, thus making all the milk squirt into their loving mouths. When the milk stopped coming out that easily, they would add their hard sucking mouths at my large nipples to extract the last drops. Then they would both make love to me, and off they went, I as well as them, content. My belly full with their wriggling seeds, their's full of my motherly milk.

When dropping them off at school they would plant a wet and milk smelling kisses on my cheeks and mouth, while I gave them a squeeze between their legs, and then they ran to classes. There in the school-yard I could see girls and boys, their own age, the boys allways trying to impress the girls, who allways played hard to get, but wanted it as much as the boys did. But my two sons never had to go thru this. I was allways ready and opened up for them. I wasn't the kind of sissy who would give signs of wanting, and then when seeing it worked with the boys, turning their back. Oh no, I was allways ready for my lovers. And I would do everything with them, I would suck them, let them make reel love to me, not like the sissies their own age. Then I would offer them my milking breasts, to nurse from, something the girls could never do even if they wanted, the stupid cows.

But the weekends were the best. We would lie together in bed, for hours, making love, covered with sweat, spots of sperm, pussy juice and milk on our bodies as we copulated.

I allways had a pillow stoughed under my buttocks, and I allways had a small plug of wood which I had told John to make. I put it in whenever I was walking around doing the chores. The reason, well, I wanted to feel their hot sticky juices remain inside me during the day, and night. But most of all, I wanted to get pregnant anew. I wanted to have a lot of children, each time I had a new freshly load injected into my belly, I dreamed it would be the moment of impregnation. The heavenly moment one of their tiny baby-making sperms would reach my lifegiving egg. Uniting, forming a child. I was thrilled knowing I had both my sons loving semen inside me, millions and millions of wriggling sperms from their nut shaped testicles mingling, racing in the most important race ever. The race for life.

Today, I am 57. A fulfilled mother. I have seen all my children grow up and start their lives as adults more or less. 4 months after John and I had Mindy, I was pregnant again. It must have been the nursing which made it difficult for the new impregnation. But I didn't mind trying over and over again. It made it even more thrilling and delightfull each time they orgasmed, knowing this time could be the time one of their seeds they were planting deep inside my fertile womb would catch and start growing.

This time however, I didn't know who the father is, and I don't really care if it's little Tim, or John, but Linda our daughter sure has some of John's looks… After 1 year John moved away to a bigger town for college, and Tim had me all by himself. Together we had two sons, Michael and James, named after my dead husband. Of course John missed me, and I missed him. But he would come home every 2 weeks, and then I would be 'his'. I know he was a little jelous of Tim who could do me whenever he wanted, but that didn't keep him from sharing me with Tim. He said he enjoyed seing me with his brother. Watching me make love with another man.

I know one learns a lot of different things at collage. But what John learned was something I had never heard of. I had read about anal sex, but that was allways taboo, until one of these weekends John came to town. I remember I was straddling Tim, riding his now quite large penis, when hearing John whisper something in my ear. He said he wanted to try something new, pulling out his rigid member, covering it with vaseline. I didn't understand what it was all about until he started smearing out vaseline on my bum-hole and even pushing his vaseline couvered fingers inside. I must say I panicked, but he told me it wouldn't hurt so much, and I would enjoy it more than I thought. Besides this was his weekend, and I was his woman. I'll never forget the moment when he placed his member against my back hole and started sliding his penis inside. I must say it did hurt. But John was very gentle with me. After the initial tearing sensation, he slid inside me completly, resting for some time. Tim didn't understand at first what was happening, but then he justed grunted, and exclaimed his surprise with a 'Oh wow'.