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.
I swirled my tongue on Tim's little penis, sucking as hard as I could, feeling every little blood-swollen vein on his member pulsing. If it wouldn't have been that he had already released his sperm twice, I'm sure he would have climaxed long ago.
I could feel my orgasm building as I started to loose concentration, I was getting closer and closer, and for each plunge of John, I moaned louder and louder. He knew I was going to climax soon, and he increased the tempo, like always, he wanted us to match our orgasms.
Then it came, like a wind takes a leave up, high into the sky, my toes curling, my whole body shaking, trembling and jerking as the inevitable orgasm took me in it's control. I knew I could not stop it, and I wouldn't have wanted either. I just let myself go, feeling the most wonderful sensations nature could give, letting it rule my body.
During my orgasm, I felt Tim's hands around my head pressing my head close to his crotch, litteraly 'fucking' my mouth with his growing member, the sign that it would shoot it's nectar soon.
My pussy started clamping and milking John's invading member, he started stabbing me with short in and out movements in a fast tempo, as he understood that I was climaxing. I gave out high guffing moans with each penetration of his feeling the orgasm rule my body stronger and stronger, my whole body trembling. My hypersensitive cunny gave out obscene sounds with every movement of John's penis. Squelshing sounds from the two loads of sperm that Tim had dumped inside me, but also my own juices running freely. Loud smackings could be heard from our copulating organs as he poked and rotated inside me in every possible way, making me squelsh with orgasmic lust.
Far off in the distance I heard a 'ohhh…ma!', and then my mouth was flooded with Tim's spunk, each jerk filling it even more, but I was too far off to even think about swallowing it.
The cum he was shooting started to boil and run out of my mouth as I was making gurgling noices from the moaning, noices which today reminds me of a little newborn's gurglings, gurglings with delight.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. What I do remember is very cloudy and I was very confused when it happened, the whole world tumbling around me, time standing still. I could hear myself screaming with pleasure, not caring who, where or what I was.
I remember feeling Tim slip out of my mouth. Then I felt hands squeezing my breasts hard, pulling me close to John, who was kneeling behind me, his penis working like a locomotive inside my cunny, in and out, in and out. I felt Tim's cream running out of the corners of my mouth, tickling it's way down my chin, dripping down in the cleavage my handcouvered breasts formed.
I remember hearing an animalic grunt in my ear, then came a deep plunge into my vibrating pussy, John's tool entering deeper than he had ever been inside of me, parting my cervix, entering my womb. With a moan, I felt a warmth spread deep inside my tummy as I felt his first load of sperm inject Then he pulled himself out halfway, and with a slow but even deeper plunge than the first one he ripped past my cervix, a gurgling scream erupting from my throat, Johns tool squirting more of his baby-making milk, the wonderful sticky honey uniting with Tim's, John's wriggling seeds mingling with Tim's. It was so hot, so fascinating, a human wasn't supposed to feel such heavenly feelings, perverted feelings, orgasmic feelings and pain. Each time John gave my body a huge plunge, I was tossed forward, my torso bending forward as his belly slapped hard against my buttocks, trying to enter me as deep as possible, stabbing me like he wanted to go through me…At the same time his big, manly hands were kneeding my swaying and slapping breasts hard, sqeezing them like it would be dough. My knees were bending, I couldn't support myself, and if it woudln't have been for his hands around my breasts and his penis fully embedded in my climaxing pussy, I would have collapsed. I was like a leaf in his hands, which he was tossing and flipping in every possible way as he emptied himself hard inside me. I don't know if it was my brain that fooled me, but I thought I heard a bestialic roar unite with my sporadic screams of lust each time he pushed the tip of his penis inside my womb and spurting a powerfull jet of semen where our child was growing. Then everything went black.
I awoke slowly, coming to life like from a trance or a deep sleep. I was alone in bed. I felt so relaxed. 23.36 said the red digits of my bedroom clock. I must have slept for over 3 hours, without even waking up once…I sighed, feeling every little muscle aching tiredly, my mouth, breasts, but most of all the places around my slit and inside of
