Me on the other hand was busy fixing the house. I thought that going away for a month or two would keep it nice and clean. But when I got home I found out it was so dusty it needed a good cleaning.
I went to a doctor, for consultation, and everything looked fine. Even though I hadn't started growing yet, it wasn't more than 2 months since I had gotten impregnated, I started feeling the familiar signs… My breasts had swollen a little and gotten somewhat more heavy, my vaginal juices had changed it's consistency to a more clinging and sticky substance, and I had gained some weigth. Soon, in less than 7 months, I would give birth to our child.
John was very happy to know everything was fine with me, and that the pregnancy went normal. Since I knew that too much inbreeding wasn't good on animals, I went to the library and read some from a large book of medecine. A chapter included something called 'genetical defects of the child' or something like that. It treated several kinds of handicaps, some due to the woman's old age when conceiving, but it also said something about close-related pregnancies and childbearing which caught my eye. I must say I was very scared when I read that in some cases, children where the parents were close-related, showed some 'genetical defects' which could be amplified by the parents unknown and unseen defects, leading to handicaps of different levels. There was several examples including studies made on pregnencies between cousins, as well as father and daugther, but it said nothing on pregnencies between mother and son. I was very afraid that our child would have one of these 'defects', so I went to the doctor again, telling him that I would like to do a complete check-up with tests, because I was worried that I was old. He believed me, and did all the tests necessary, giving me the result I was fine, and so was the child.
In bed, John never ceased satisfying himself with me, as well as satisfying me. He was a great lover, as he was a man and coming father. He had become so manly, so responsible. He knew how to take, but also how to give, and he gave me all his tender love. We made eachother happy every night. At first I was afraid, but then both my desire and John's pleas made up my mind, making me dare make love to him when Tim was home and awake. We used to sneak into the bathroom or into the stable and make up, then returning like nothing had ever happened…
One of the most wonderful things we used to do when Tim was out with some friends, was to get undressed and take showers together. It was during these very educative lessons of anatomy that John learned everything there was to learn of the woman body. Here I would lie on my back while John was between my fully parted legs, playing with his fingers inside my pussy, sawing and stabbing my cave with them like it would be his wonderful penis. He could feel me up for hours that way if I wouldn't stop him, playing with his tongue on my slit, directing the hot water spray towards my exposed clitoris. Sometimes he would just stare at it, while opening up my vagina to his view by pulling it open with his fingers, looking inside it, like he wanted to get a glimpse of our growing child, deep inside my tummy. Peeking inside the place where he had once so lovingly planted his own very special seed, which had united with my awaiting egg, caugth, and started growing in all it's splendour. The same place where he had once been planted by his own father in the same loving and caring way.
Then it was my turn to give him my tender touches. With my fingers, lips and cosy warmth of my mouth I would drive him insane. I taught my lover how to control his climax, how to enjoy making love even more. He had learned to hold on for a very long time if he wanted to…and by doing this he would give me wonderful nocturnal pleasures as we lay in bed for hours making love…
Chapter VIII
We had been home for almost 5 weeks when it happened. It was more or less inevitable… end school until an hour later on Fridays, thus leaving us all by ourselves. We went up to the bathroom, like we oftenly did these days, and started caressing our bodies, playing tightly against eachother, letting the cool and soothing water run down our hot flesh.
John whispered something in my ear while sliding his manhood between my naked thighs.
I lovingly fulfilled his request when getting down on my knees in front of my son's erect penis, parting my lips, and taking his tool inside my silksoft mouth. I heard him give out a moan of pleasure as I knowingly played my tonuge around his tip, swirling it, tasting every drop of pre-cum he was producing.
Together we had made lovemaking not only pleasurable, but an art as well. Together we had discovered new things with our bodies, revealed things to eachother about ourselves. We had learned what felt good, and how to stick to this loving feeling, holding on to every second of it. We had learned eachother's signals. I knew exactly what to do to make my sucking as pleasurable as possible. John on the other hand knew exactly how to stimulate me to madness, keeping me on the verge with his fantastic tongue and magic fingers. And when it came to the penetration, he had learned how much pleasure he could give me by changing rhythm and motions, especially rotating his hips. I had learned how to use my vaginal muscles anew on my new lover, clamping them tightly around the intruder, welcoming it with lovely milking and sucking motions.
I felt he was close, and wanting some pleasure myself, I sat down ontop the bathtub, parting my aged, but still slender legs. John knew what I wanted and expertly performed his pleasure giving on my slit, playing with his wet fingers inside it while licking my erect clitoris. The secret place he had gotten to know so well.
Then it was time, time for the actual lovemaking. I stayed in that position while John got down on his knees, his member pointing straight at the entrance to my pussy. Then he entered me, sawing inside me so mercyless but so wonderful, like he had done for more than 4 months each day, and night. His hands massaging my breasts, that had swelled some, allready showing the early signs of my pregnancy, his fingers occasionally reaching down for my clitoris which he had learned how to stimulate so expertly.
'Ohh John…don't…don't stop…'
He knew I was close and with that he started off with an intense pounding inside my soft flesh which had become so slippery from the water and the excitement.
When I finally came, he moved down between my legs, sucking in my exposed and sensitive clitoris between his lips while my climax made my whole body jerk with wonderful spasms…
I felt the aftermath of the orgasm overflow my body with that loving and pleasurable tiredness…but I knew John needed me. Slowly, not disturbing the wonderful moments, I got down on my knees again, facing Johns erection, wet with my own love liquids and the spraying water from the shower. Once again I took it inside my mouth, sucking at the so sensitive and purple tip, swirling my tongue, then milking it hard with my sucking motions, tasting my own juices on his love pistil.
His panting grew louder and faster as he approached his climax. I looked him in his glassy eyes, and I knew what he wanted. I leaned myself backwards, parting my lips, holding his member in a tight grip inches away from my mouth, my other hand tightly squeezing his sac. Then the first squirt came, entering my mouth, and another and another…his hands grabbed my head, holding it in place, as strings of clinging sperm formed between my lips and the tip of his penis.
I had learned that, even though it felt a little strange doing this, John liked seeing me when taking his semen in my mouth, seeing me play with it on my tongue and lips, then swallowing it. He said 'it made him cum harder', and it sure did. I had gotten accustomed to taste his sperm several times a day and night, and I had more or less become an addict to it. It made me happy knowing I could please my son even greater by putting on a little show…
After playing with his love cream for his eyes to see, he moved my head towards his penis, my lips engulfing it, sucking the last oozing drops of his cream, swallowing the baby making milk, with which he had so lovingly inseminated me more than 3 months ago.
No! It couldn't be. Oh no!… my body jerked as the vision in the doorway finally was registered in the corner of my eye. It couldn't be!!!…
I tried to hide myself, wanting to warn John, whose penis was still inside my cum soaked mouth. I didn't manage to say a word, only letting him slide out of my mouth as I turned my head to see the figure standing in the doorway, a drop of sperm dribbling from the corner of my mouth, landing on my naked breast. John was still in the aftermath of the orgasm and didn't notice the presence until I finally, whispering, managed to pronounce the name of my son, arrows of pain striking me…shame, guilt and fear.
'Tim…!'
