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…
It was bigger than I had expected, I think it was even bigger than Michael's had been. It felt wonderful having his mushroom tip just inside my entry muscle, enlarging my soaking wet canal, twitching. I was still holding his penis, when he couldn't hold it back any more. He pushed his big rod to the bottom in one plunge, slicing through my tight, oversoaked vagina like it was melting butter. I joined him in with a loud moan from the sudden thrust, then I felt it coming, beginning in my toes, legs starting to go limp, my vagina starting to contract, I was climaxing…The scene of making love to my own son in the a lake, seeking sexual fullfillment like never before, was highly erotic…It was the peak…
'mmmpph…mphhh…I'm..coming…ahhhh…do it…do it to me… my son… do it…fill me up…', I couldn't talk, only give out guttural noises. In the frenzy I grabbed my son around his buttocks and started pushing his body tight against me. He got the idea and started humping me. He didn't last long, my orgasm-cramping vagina massaged his young, inexperienced and virginal, member merciless. He was so excited he gave me short humps and stabs with his mighty penis for only 5 or 6 times, but who cared how long he lasted, I was already coming hard. In the dizziness I was in I heard my son moan, pressing himself tight against my body, my breasts flattening against his boy-hairy chest, nipples erect, his penis filling me up to the brim.
'Ohhhh…moooom…it's going to happen…ohhh…', then, as I was climaxing I felt a sudden twitch in his member, then another and another. I could feel the so familiar and for such a long time missed hot clinging juice filling my pussy and I realised that my loving son was shooting me full of his sperm, his incestuous sperm…our bodies shuddering with the intensity of our orgasmic pleasures, our genitals matching each other. Every time John's cunt- embedded penis spew out a new gooey load of his hot incestuous seed deep inside my belly, my pussy would clamp tightly around his flesh, milking merciless for it's precious honey. In the frenzy, I found myself squeezing his buttocks hard, then moving my hand to his small sac, starting to squeeze it gently, feeling the two nuts inside, small and tiny, but yet so manly, contracting as they were pumping out potent seed. By squeezing his sac in time with his contractions like Michael had taught me to, my pussy milking his penis in time with every outburst of his, I was helping his throbbing penis on its way to relief by squeezing out the virginal spunk his fresh testicles had produced for this heavenly act, the act of sex. It felt like my vagina had its own life, like its only goal was to dry- suck my beautiful son's and lover's lovemaking penis…
