Chapter VI

To wake up from an erotic dream is a very beuatiful and sexy experience, it makes you feel like having butterflies in your belly all day long. But to wake up, only to find they are true, is somehting even more erotic. That was the way I woke up.

John was at it again. His morning erection playing on my naked thigh as he was dryhumping my slender leg, playing with my soft breasts. Only this time, he wasn't only fondling with them, he was sucking my nipples like he had done once before, when he was a baby-boy and I used to nurse him.

I put my arm around him, caressing his dark-brown hair. He looked up at me with his beautiful and innocent eyes and almost smiled at me with them, then he concentrated on sucking my breasts again. It felt so good, it reminded me of how much I enjoyed this when he was a child, when I could produce milk for him. He was sucking harder and harder, like he expected something from them, something I couldn't give him any longer…

After a minute or so of this treatment, I noticed his erecting member had started to pump out some pre-cum on my thigh, smearing it out, tickling my nakedness… I knew he was not far from excitement, but I wanted to do something special this morning than just let him make love to me in his 'unexperienced fashion'. This morning I would teach him something new, that could be enjoyed very much…Something Michael had taught me and done with me…

Slowly, not disturbing his session, I rolled on top of him, straddling his belly, my big breasts hanging down in his face. He tried to enter me, but I was way to up on his belly for him to reach the place he was looking for.

"Good morning my love, would you like me to show you something?"

He let go of my saliva dripping nipple. My breasts bouncing against his innocent face, his head in my cleavage.

"Can't we just…just do it? I really need it…I need it bad!"

"I know you do my love, but I want to make it even better for you…I want to show you something that feels very good to you, I promise you'll enjoy it at least as much as making love…and honey, it's called making love…"

I spoke to him in a soft seducing voice, letting my big soft breasts play on his face, my body riding his belly, my wet womanhood leaking love-juices on his skin, smearing him with it, like I was giving him massage. I knew I was still a sexy woman who could turn on most guys, so I pouted with my lips, and whispered "I just want to please you the best way I can…"

I didn't wait for an answer…gently, not disturbing the beautiful moment, I slid down his belly, til I reached his magic pole, letting his penis provocativly run in the crack of my womanhood. He started stabbing me with his love-tool, jerking his hips upwards to meet my vagina, but I was prepared for this. I continued down his legs…moving as easy and gingerly as mist, facing him, looking him in his eyes, leaning forward, thus letting my big breasts hang loosly, dingling and swaying in rhythm with my movements.

"Part your legs honey…"

Slowly, like in a trance he did so. I let his penis play in the crack of my breasts, giving them a squeeze from each side. Mashing his rod between my softness, watching some of his crystal-clear pre-cum dribble out of his hot-looking penis glistening, his sexy purple-coloured mushroom-head, between my pale flesh. It was fascinating, so beautiful, so simple, naked skin to skin. Again he started stabbing me with his manhood, sliding his penis up in the soft, fleshy cleavage. Again I was prepared for it and continued my strive downwards.

I lay down on my belly, straddling his leg, letting my wet softness play on his naked shin as I rode his muscular but still boyish and almost hairless leg, my clitoris springing to full attention, my breasts on each side of his thigh.

I looked him in his beautiful eyes, smiling to him, smiling that seductive smile I knew could drive Michael crazy with lust. I didn't feel obliged to this, I had never been with Michael either. It was something I liked to do, I knew how good it felt, and I wanted to give all possible love and pleasure to my son, thanking him for the wonderful awakening he had given me. I knew that the love between us, the way it had been just a day earlier, would never come back. Our love was not only the natural love between mother and son, but the sofisticated love and affection as for two lovers, the game of giving and taking. The game of giving an receiving pleasure in the most exciting way. I knew it was wrong to do this kind of things, but I somehow accepted it, understanding that I liked it, my son liked it, and as long as no one found out, we could both enjoy this great time for as long as John wanted. Of course, there would come a time when John would have to go his own way, to find his life companion, his own girl to love and care for. I would urge him to do so, he couldn't get stuck with me for the rest of my life. Maybe it was good for him to have an older, more knowing woman guide him in the intricate world of sexuality, to show him everything and to teach him the beauties and the most pleasurable ways. Maybe this could help him in the future. And after all, would it that bad besides the mere act of incest if it was with the person who loved him the most, a person who he could rely fully on, a woman who would do anything for him, any request, his very own mother? Someday he would be someone else's lover, but until then I was his and he was mine, that was what mattered at that point. What we were doing, wasn't hurting anyone. He liked it and I liked it.

Maybe today, I would have proceeded differently, I don't know, but I probably wouldn't, after all, knowing of how great our relationship has been…how great it still is…

So I proceded with my illegal but so pleasurable seduction of my willing son.

I lowered my head down, opened my mouth and let my son's wet penis slide inside my hot warmth.

"Ohhh…MOM!"

I watched my son deeply in his eyes, that were as big as onions from the sudden surprise, his body jerking as I had entered his love-shaft inside my craving mouth, his jaw hanging loose, mouth open.

I could smell the muscy perfume from his love-tool, my nostrils fluttering with delight and anticipation from the so familiar and longtime missed smell. I could taste his manly secretions from his rod, still just keeping him inside my mouth, letting my saliva soak his shaft, washing his member and letting it mingle with his lovely penis extracts.

Gently I started twirling my tongue over and around his mushroom tip, feeling the sharp edge, playing with my tongue over his pee- hole, wandering down along his penis, I explored each vein of his lovely member.

John had a hard time holding still, his eyes had closed, his head was leaned backwards, his hips trying to hump my face. I knew this was the time, his moans got louder, his body squirming faster and more violently…I sucked, I sucked for dear life, like it was the only thing that would keep me alive. I was nursing my own son's penis like he had once nursed my breasts, awaiting the moment of truth, his milkish semen, like he had once sucked my breasts dry for motherly milk. His hands were suddenly around my head, pulling my head down on his rod. I knew what he wanted. I started moving my head up and down, like I would be fucking him. Fuck, what an obscene word, but it was the most appropriate word for this act.

It didn't take my son more than a few seconds before I could feel the so familiar sweel of his tip, his pre-cum dripping out of his member. A sudden, "Ohhhhh…ohhhhh…", then I felt a hard twitch, a jerk, and I could sense the hot sticky seed pump inside my eagerly sucking mouth. I wanted his first blow-job, to be the best ever for him, something to look back to. Maybe his girlfriend wouldn't like to do this to him when he got one, so he would have something very memorable… I grabbed his small sac with my hand, and with every jerk, I squeezed gently his testicles, feeling them work freely as they were pumping out potent spunk in my mouth. And with every jerk of his penis, I sucked as hard as I could, forcing his ejaculating penis pump out all the bitter and salty taste of my lover's cream, emptying his testicles, the fresh load of his wonderful milk filling my belly.

At first, oral-sex to me was pretty discusting, however Michael had shown me that it could be one of the most pleasurable things for both women and men. After doing it a couple of times with him, I learned to keep his semen in my mouth, after that I stopped spitting it out. From not really liking the strange spicy love-cream, I learned to love the taste of it, I learned to enjoy swallowing it, feeling the gooey hotness dribble down my throat, tasting every drop of it. I became an addict to it.

John was shaking with excitement as he was climaxing, every muscle apperead on his young body, showing he was a young man, and not a boy any longer. His manhood was spewing out his manly juices, filling my mouth as he was jerking uncontrolably. I tasted his sperm, enjoying the spicy and bitter taste of caviar, his hot cream running down my throat as I swallowed. I enjoyed feeling his gooey load ejaculate in my mouth. It was so hot to know I was drinking his cum, the essence of masculinity, the essence of life, the essence of my own son.

His cum had stopped oozing out, his penis was semi-erect, still in my mouth. His body had relaxed, the squirming had stopped. I was still holding his small sac in my hand massaging it carefully, the other hand around the base of his penis, in a firm grip, keeping it hard by not letting the blood leave his love-stick. My tongue was playing on the tip of his rod, washing it with my saliva, cleaning it up.

He opened his eyes, our glances met. I sucked all the excessive liquids that covered his hardening penis, and swallowed, once more tasting his muscy aroma. Then I let it slide out of my mouth, slowly I crawled up to his side, my hand working on his growing penis, masturbating my son.

"Did you like that John?", I asked him, with a whispering voice.

"Ohh, yeah mom…I..I never knew you could…could do it that way…", he was looking at me like he still didn't believed what I had done…

"Ohh yes John, there's a lot of ways one can receive plesures from, this is only one…it's called oral sex…"

I looked him deep into his brown eyes, he was so beautiful, I never thought I would wake up beside a man again. I never thought I would receive and give pleasures to someone in the night as well as in the morning. I never thought that John would ever agree on it, it was out of the question. Now when we both had accepted it, I knew this would come to last. He was so beautiful and virile, a young stud. I almost laughed at the thought of comparing him with a young wild horse…

I bent down, my breasts falling down on his chest, and I kissed him. Feeling his mouth pressed tight to mine, I let my lips open, then I started to play on his lips with my tongue, forcing it into his opening mouth.

Suddenly I felt his hard penis play on my thigh, he was ready to go for another shot. But I wanted something else…

"John", I whispered, "would you like to do a favour to me?".

"uhh..yeah..mom."

I rolled off him, lying on my back, I took his hand, parted my slender legs and guided his hand down to my wet hole. I started massaging myself with his hand, and soon he caught it. He started playing with his fingers on my mound…making me part my legs even more.

"Ohhh…John…it feels so good…play with your fingers… uuhhhmmm…", I was so hot, my liquids pouring out of me as he was playing, still very uncertain of himself, with my love cave.

Slowly, not wanting to disturb him, I crawled up in bed, my head resting on the pillows…his head was at my belly. I put my hands on his head, gently pushing him downwards…

"Ohhh…", I heard him whisper. He was down between my opened legs. Looking directly into my pussy, the place he had once come from. It felt so strange to have a man between my legs again, to have my own son look into my most secret place, but I didn't have any second thoughts. His hand was making miracles down there…

I accomodated myself with the pillow under my head so I could see the entire act. Gently I started caressing his dark-brown hair, the same colour as my pubic hair, watching his surprised gaze on my pussy. In the amazement he had forgotten everything, so carefully, not disturbing his view, I grabbed his hand and started to move it on my flesh in circles…

Slowly, I parted my legs as much as I could, bending the knees and bringing the legs up towards my belly, finding, that it was the same position I had once had when I had given birth to John, only now he was a big boy, with manly desires, a stallion between his mother's legs.

He gave out yet another "ohhh", when seeing my pussy open up in front of his face, my inner lips protruding, my cave appearing to be seen by his eyes for the very first time.

"mmmm…John…move your hand like that…it feels so good…"

He somehow got it, and started moving his hand with fascination, feeling my soft womanly flesh, slick with juices, play under his fingers.

Not disturbing his fingering, I parted my lips with my fingers, making my hard and bloodfilled clitoris appear.

He was only inches away from my steaming pussy. He was looking at it like in a trance, watching the entrance to my vagina expand, thus making the hole appear.

"Would you like to put your finger inside of me John?"

"Can I…I mean…"

"Sure honey…I would love that, just be careful…so you don't scratch me…"

I felt his unexperienced index finger probe at the entrance, then it found it's way in, sinking into my slippery slit like it was melting butter.

"mmmmhhh…that feels really good…", I moaned, feeling his finger slide in as far as it could go…

"ohhh…it's so wet mom…"

"Yes John, it is…it becomes that way when a woman gets excited…it's designed that way to make the pecker enter more easier into the pussy…you do know what those things are…" I wanted to ease up the tension by talking a little to him…

"I…I know what pecker is…but not the other…the other word"

"Well, it's where you have your finger right now…some call it vagina, others call it cunt…but I prefer pussy…", I moaned when I felt his finger bend inside my vagina. "mmmm…move it in and out of me and wriggle it just like that honey…like you would with your pecker…it makes me feel good that way…the same way it makes you feel good."

He did as I asked him, watching in fascination as my pussy would respond to his finger. Each time he pushed it in me, my entrance would sink inwards almost collapsing, and each time he withdrew his juice covered finger, my pussy would follow his finger outwards, like it didn't want to let go of it…

I started to massage my clitoris with my fingers while my son was in my pussy with his. He was right, I was so wet between my legs, the sex-act so far had made me all excited, making my juices flow frow my cave, some dribbling out, smearing my slender thighs.

"mmmmmm…uhmmmm, yes…it feels so good John…rub this little bud here with your thumb while you play with your finger…ahhhh…that's the way…mmmmmm…"

John was a quick learner, fascinated by what he saw, looking in trance at the strange process that happened only inches away from his beautiful face.

He was doing what I loved the most when Michael was fingering my pussy, I had learned that I enjoyed feeling a finger or a penis inside my pussy while he was tickling my clitoris with his other finger or thumb. Now John was giving me the same treatment…and I wasn't far from orgasm…

"mmmm…that's right…put in a…ahhh…one more… finger…", he did what I asked, and soon I felt another finger slide into the depths of my pussy, accompanying the other as he expanded my hole further…

"ahhhh…faster…faster John…"

Then it came, so fast and mercyless, like a tornado, taking my body up to heights of plesure and relief. My pussy clamping around his fingers, jerking and twitching as I came in a ravaging orgasm.

*

I was caressing his hair, his fingers had ceased playing in my sensitive hole, my pussy still giving an occasional twitch in the aftermath of the orgasm.

"What happened mom, did I hurt you or anything?"

"No John, it felt marvelous…"

"Can I play with…it…some more?"

I smiled at him softly, played my hand on his hair, enjoying the sense of the aftermath…

"Yes John…you can play with my…pussy…", it felt strange to say that word to my son, even though he was looking straight into my juice dripping hole. "…you can play with my pussy every time you'd like to…"

"Really mom?"

He inserted one of his fingers into my sticky hole, sawing it in and out of me, like moments earlier.

"Anytime you'd like, it will be ready waiting for you..", I moaned feeling his little finger wriggling inside my sensitive flesh, "play your thumb on the little bud…that's what drives a girl crazy…"

"You mean this..?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yes lover, it's called clitoris…that's were the woman gets very excited when touching her…"

I looked down at my son, he looked so concentrated, so occupied and devoted to what he was doing, transfixed by the act…

"It's so beautiful…" I heard him whisper.

"Would you like to do something even more beautiful, something that would give me even more pleasures honey?"

"Uhuh…"

Gently I pushed his head towards the entrance to my pussy. I felt a little hesitation at first, but then he gave in. This was what I had waited for…

"Please John, lick me down there…"

I saw him look up at me, hesitantly, like not believing what I was asking him to do, then his tentative tounge touched my fluttering lips.

"…mmmm…yes John…that's right…play with your tongue on that little bud…", I showed him that I meant my clitoris, "…ahhhh…yes…".

He was a quick learner, and I didn't have to instruct him what I wanted him to do. It came so natural for him. I felt tears coming in my eyes from the excitement and love for my child. The child that now so affectionatly was giving me such a pleasure, like only one man before had ever done.

I watched in fascination as he was flickering his tongue on my clitors, rewarding me with loving feelings, playing in the crack of my pussy, and then occasionally he let it dart in and out of my steaming cave, my juices pouring out of me…

"…uuunnhhhh…unhhh…yes…that's right…go on…faster… faster my love…I'm going…to…cuuuuummmmm…annnhhh…"

I felt the familiar tingling in my toes, then came the torrent, my pussy exploding in pleasure as it was cramping around his little tongue. My legs had locked him up between my thighs, forcing his face tight to my lips, my hips grinding without control against his beautiful face, smearing my juices on his face, my pussy almost wanting to take his entire head inside of me. To have him inside my womb like I had once so long ago.

My entire body was shivering as waves of lust took control of me, mercyless making it twitch and jerk with lust and wonderful feelings…I was in heaven…

Slowly I awoke from the trance I had been in, finding that John was plying with his fingers on me, occasionally giving me a lick while he was stroking his erected member.

"Thank you John…it felt…so good…"

He stopped masturbating and looked up at me with his beautiful eyes.

"I never knew girls could like it that bad…I only thought boys…I thought girls hated these kind of things…at least… that's what I've heard…I mean…"

I smiled at him, caressing his hair again, motherly, like I had done so many times before.

"…as I told you my love, you have a lot to learn…girls will like it as much as boys will. Only they hide it…they don't want to admit it…"

"Mom."

"Yes my son, what is on your mind?"

"Could we do it…I mean…like we did it yesterday… I really need it…could we? Please mom?"

"Sure honey…I can see you need it…I guess it's that way when you're young…come here…"

I opened up my arms, he crawled up, his body moving like a mist, his body pressed tight to mine, my breasts crushing under his weight…

Momentarily he started humping me, however, his penis was just playing on my belly. I lowered my hand, gripped his wet penis, and showed him the entrance…

"That's it lover…push it in slowly now…ahhhhhh…" I didn't have to wait long for him to enter me. He burried his love stick to the hilt in me with one mighty plunge. I was so well lubricated that it went in and out so easily.

He came soon. He had only been humping me for half a minute or so, then it was too much for him. The rhythm increased as he neared his climax, then with a sighing "oohhhh moooom…" he burried his member as deep as he could, his small sac smacking against my buttocks, his body started shivering as he exploded inside my pussy, his hot sticky cum spurting deep inside my waiting hole…Surge after surge of love-juices erupting as I was squeezing his buttocks, pressing his crotch close to mine, our genitals being one, grinding against eachother in a strive of sexual relief.

I didn't let his member go limp, after all I hadn't orgasmed with him inside me yet, and I really wanted him to make me cum one final time.

His penis was still twitching when I rolled ontop of him, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss, my drooling tongue playing inside his wet mouth, meeting his tongue.

I slid down his body, til I reached his semi-erect penis. I looked up at him, he was in heaven, his eyes squirming as I saw drools of beautiful white sperm still dribbling out of his mushroom-like slit.

I took him inside my mouth, sucking his sensitive penis as hard as I could, sucking out all the excessive spunk out of his hot member which mixed with the juices from my hole he had been inside only moments earlier. I let the liquids play on my tastebuds, enjoying the taste of our mingled cum, then swallowing. With my hands I was holding his little sac, squeezing it gently while working my other hand up and down rhythmically, masturbating him.

"Ohhhh…moooommm…", his hands were pressing my head down on his penis, and I knew what he wanted. Slowly, but still with the sucking motion, I started moving my head up and down on his shaft, thus turning my mouth into an artificial vagina, only that my hot mouth was sucking him hard like a vagina could never do.

I could feel the taste of his pre-cum, and knew this was the time. I let him go out of my mouth, watching as a string of cum and saliva clang between his penis and my lips. Eagerly I darted my tongue out and cut it, lapping it up, letting my tongue move lightly on his mushroom tip, tickling his purpour coloured penis.

I gave it a final kiss, tenderly my lips closing around it while my tongue played on it, leaving a large amount of juices and saliva. Then I proceeded with the strive for relief.

I straddled him, in a riding position, my big breasts hanging only inches from his face. Grabbing his penis with my hand I played with it in the crack of my slit, then finally guiding it to the entrance, positioning it. I was so wet with the previous cum, still oozing out of me, and his penis so wet with my spit and his cum, that when lowering myself on his intruder, it went in so easily that it felt like it was meant to be inside of me forever.

Gently I started riding him in a slow rhythm, feeling his big shaft plunge into the depth of me, every time I lowered myself down on him.

I looked him in the eyes, saw the hot glances of an animal in heat in my son. I lowered my upper body so that my breasts reached his face, bumping against it, guiding them so he could suck on my nipples.

"Please John, play with my breasts…please suck on them… anhhhh… that's right…"

John was more than eager to fulfill my wish, the passion was so tremendous that no one can understand how good it felt, only true lovers. There was no right or wrong, no legal or illegal, moral or immoral act. It was pure lust and desire. Love and affection for my son.

I orgasmed twice, while I was riding him, then he came inside of me, once more filling me up with his loving semen, the evidence of how much he loved me.

After our wonderful love session, and some more playing, we got out of bed. It was still very early, and John reluctantly tip-toed to his room after trying to stay "a little while longer". I persuaded him, after letting him suck on my motherly breasts once more, to go to his room, and go to sleep, after all, it was Monday, and that meant he would have to leave for his summer-job and besides, I needed some sleep too.

I sprawled out on the bed, naked, the sheets clinging to my body from the sweat and the cum, and I started caressing my swollen and somewhat soure pussy. Sticking a finger up inside me, I could feel his seed from the two climaxes. I played a little with myself, tasting the cum from my pussy, savouring the taste and remembering the wonderful moments only minutes ago. I thought of going to the bathroom and wash myself up, especially my genitals, to minimize the risk of getting pregnant, but I put the idea aside. I knew my son was fertile, but I reasoned it would after all be too late for that now. Besides, I liked knowing I had my son's spunk inside of me, even though I knew it was a hazardous game, it kind of thrilled me, knowing I could get pregnant… ~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I ~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi