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?
Chapter X
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.
My sex life was great, as were my two son's. I did anything to please them, and they did anything to please me.
I had never before seen my two sons so happy. They were so eager, so positive when it came to loving me. They were allways ready to make love with me, and I was more than ready to let them.
When awaiting my two sons to come home from school, I put on sexy clothes I knew excited them. I had bought some underwear, which looked very hot on me. But most of the time during their winter vacation I was nude, in my bed, mostly on my back, one of my lovers humping me while the other rested or had his penis in my eagerly sucking mouth.
They would never cease attending my body. I was allways full of manly flesh, allways feeling young experimenting hands on my body. But most of all, I allways had a fresh load of cum from both my sons, mingling in the depths were it was deposited with the previous. Bathing our growing child with the essence of love and care. Precious drops of the most delightful and wonderful thing a man could produce.
When going to sleep, we would end up making love for hours, finally falling asleep, one lover on each side of me, their mouths and hands still nibbling and caressing my breasts, their legs around mine, their wet penises on my thighs, leaving trails of semen from my happy pussy as their fingers were playing in my crack.
Sometimes at night I was awakened by feeling a penis slide in and out of my creamy and motherly cave, only to be rewarded with yet another injection from one of my own boys' young semen. I didn't care who it was, just as long as we both felt good. If I was too tired, I just went to sleep, letting my boys have their fun, while their humpings gave me pleasant dreams. Sometimes I didn't wake up, I dreamt I was making love, but I couldn't tell in the morning if I had dreamed or not, since there was allways someone between my legs.
In the morning I would be awoken by a penis playing on my lips, hot salty, pre-cum wettening my mouth while another penis was playing at my nether lips, wettening me, preparing me for the love session that would follow.
Their morning erections lasted long, and they oftenly had to empty themselves more than once before they were through with me for a couple of hours. All to my great satisfaction. They sometimes took turns, stopping moments before erupting, replacing eachother, making the act last very long. After I had come several times, I just dozed off, lying sprawled out on the bed, feeling my wholes being used, not caring what was happening or being done to my body, only feeling the pleasure, the ultimate pleasure a woman can feel. A dream all women have, to be loved and attended by not only one, but two pleasure giving studs at the same time. To feel oneself drift off into a heavenly emotional state…accompanied by the undulating humpings of the bed as my sons took places hoovering my body, my vagina letting out obscene lovemaking noises. 'Clatchings, smackings and gurglings' could be heard as they fevereslhy pumped my cum filled vagina.
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It was early February. I was alone at home, doing the chores, when I suddenly felt the pain in my belly. Then it came again and again. I tried calming down by lying down in bed, still warm from the morning lovemaking. It was after my two sons had both relieved themselves in me that I felt the first signs of birthgiving. But it was too early, it should be one week or more until…
Everything went so fast. I called the doctor's office, he sent the midwife and a nurse over to my house. Since I was alone and wasn't in condition to drive, I would give birth at home.
After 2 hours it was over. In my exhausted arms I was holding a little creature, so innocent and beatiful. She was asleep, my beautiful baby-daughter.
When my boys came home, I was in bed. The nurse had helped cleaning me, and taken care of the blood- soaked sheets. Even though it was the third time I was giving birth, I had been very worried. Anything could go wrong…But now, holding my beatiful child in my arms, close to my naked breasts, I was happy. For almost nine months I had been carrying this child in me. It had become a part of me. It was my own flesh, as much as her father was my own flesh. The pains I had had just a while ago letting my child leave my cozy womb, was nothing
