Chapter 8

Since that dreadful day everything changed... maybe it was so that I was a whore... I don't know... since that day, John stopped coming to me... he was almost never home... always busy doing something else... he didn't even talk to me. I tried to, but he didn't answer more than yes or no, sometimes just a grunt...

Tim, well he was the new boss in the house. He did everything to help me out in the kitchen, even cleaning the house... just to get one thing... my body.

Even though it felt like he was more or less using me for pleasure, I knew that he loved me enormously... and I knew that what he was doing when he tried to help me out was to show his appreciation... his love... but it was difficult to accept it in the strange form he wanted it in.

I can't say I didn't really enjoy it... I was... even though I am ashamed of it. At first I didn't... everything was mechanical... only to make the act as quick as possible... giving him what he wanted, letting him use my hole for relief, feeling cheap and dirty afterwards, hating myself. But after a couple of days I found it more and more pleasing, and when he started experimenting with my body with his hands, I had my first orgasm. I was very ashamed of myself... but I figured it didn't really matter any longer if I held back. John didn't make any allusions to wanting me anymore. It all started the first night...

I was alone in bed, thinking of what would happen in the future with us, a shattered family. John didn't come this night, the first one since we had started making love. I knew he wouldn't... what I didn't expect was to hear Tim's voice at the door.

"Mom, are you awake?"

I hoped he would go away if I wouldn't answer him, but he didn't...

Soon I felt the so familiar movement in the bed when John used to come to me at night, only this time it was Tim.

I could feel his trembling little hand land on my breast heavily. For the first time in what seemed like ages I was wearing a negligee, but it didn't stop him. In a moment his hand crept under it, gently sqeezing my breast. Later I found out that Tim was as fixed to my breasts as John.

Everything I had thought of, telling him how wrong it would be to continue didn't have effect... it felt like he owned me and my soul, like he hypnotised me... I was lost...

It wasn't long till I could feel his hands pull up my neglige, then his hard pre-cum leaking penis vibrating in my crack with excitement. He was so feverish as I felt him seek my hole, his member bumping around between my legs and in the slit. Then he entered me.

Like with John the first times, he was very fast for reaching climax. It didn't take him more than a few strokes. Once again he emptied himself inside me, only this time it wasn't virginal juices any longer... even though it wasn't John's, it was from my own son. And once again like with John, he was ready to go again in minutes.

After that I sent him to his room. Reluctantly he left, I told him I needed to be alone. I didn't expect him to listen to me, but he did... maybe it was because he had gotten what he had come for.

I lay on my back in bed, legs and arms sprawled wide as he had left me when going to his room, the cream he had deposited oozing out of my cum-soaked and used vagina, running in the crack of my buttocks til it met the sweaty and sticky sheets.

I didn't feel like a whore. No, a whore would at least get some money for the time and usage of her body... I felt like a hole, something anybody could use whenever they wanted a fuck! I was disgusted by myself and my own body.

The weekend felt like it would never end. I was afraid John would turn to doing stupidities. All day long he was gone, sometimes coming home very late. I tried to ask him where he had been, but he just grunted 'what do you care about me'. I tried to show him how much I loved him, but he was as cold as ice towards me.

The days and nights I belonged to Tim. He never let me out of his sight, and he never kept feeling me up and actually making it with me several times a day.

As I already confessed, I got to enjoying it during the nextcoming 2 weeks. Well, maybe enjoying it would be the wrong word... I got to love it... to silently await the moment when Tim would get hard again to do me... I couldn't tell him, like I had told John when I needed it... which was after all, most of the time... so I quietly awaited his lovemaking sessions with me, playing the role of doing it reluctantly... which I couldn't play for a long time...

John had made a sexaholic out of me, an addict to sex... now, when he refused to even talking to me, I gave myself completly to Tim, not caring anymore what was wrong or right... it was the strive for pleasure that counted, nothing else.

Once again I started my training and teaching, showing my new lover the wonders of lovemaking. I did everything with him that I had done with John, tasting his juices, as well as letting him taste mine... and my was he eager and a quick learner, he became quit good too, at licking me...

But a part of me was always thinking of John... and the growing child inside me, which we had produced...

It wasn't til about 2 weeks later that John couldn't hold any longer. I don't know if he just needed some time thinking, most of the things had happened very fast, or if it was just his sex urge that got too strong... nowadays I don't care...

It was Friday evening, John had taken Blackie out for a ride when he got home from school... and as usual I was in bed with Tim as soon as he passed the door.

Tim had acted like a sex maniac. As soon as he had entered the house he had attacked my breasts, sucking them hard, squeezing the soft flesh mercyless. Then he lapped at my slit for over 10 minutes giving me 3 wonderful orgasms, him drinking my juices.

Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my bedroom, guiding my overheated body which was like drugged from the sudden session of ours.

Seconds later we were in bed, his little member wriggling inside my maternal vagina like a worm. And what a worm! He spewed his hot sticky liquids inside my womb with a serene expression on his face, while I was urging him to press it even deeper inside. Then with a"make me hard, mommy" I started using my vaginal muscles on his shrinking penis, milking it with my most feminine muscles, squeezing it to life as it was filled once more with blood, rising and invading my depths once more as it had been doing for the last 2 weeks.

Tim was like John before he got more experienced. The first time was very quick, I didn't get too much pleasure out of it, but after the initial orgasm, Tim could hold on longer to his pumping, thus giving me wonderful climaxes every time, and this time wasn't any different.

After my womb had been sprayed and filled with a second load of his love honey, he lay ontop of me, panting in my ear, his body relaxed, his chest mashing my breasts, but I didn't care of him not supporting his weight, my hands caring more for the firm buttocks which I adored, feeling the tightness and the muscles, rotating his hips by holding on to his buttocks, feeling his soft member play inside my pussy.

"ohh mom... that felt... sooo good... I love you so much..."

"mmmm... it was honey... and I love you too..."

"... but I love you even more... I love you so much that I want to be with you forever, I want to kiss you, feel you up and do what we just did... forever..."

I giggled...

"Ohh Tim, you're so sweet, so young and beautiful... what you're saying is soo lovely and beautiful, but you'll have to find a girl of your own, a girl your own age... the girl of your life, to marry and to have kids with... I cannot be that girl, I am no girl, I am an old woman...

"No mommy, you're not old! And I don't want anyone else, I want you, I want to marry you..."

I hugged him close to me, feeling his body snuggling close to mine...

"Oh Timmie... your tongue is as sweet as honey... but it's not only the words, it's what it can do between my legs too that make it so wonderful"

We lay like that for a couple of moments, just breathing, then I heard his voice whisper in my ear, he only whispered when he wanted something special, and every time it was the same pleasure he wanted me to give...

He rolled off me, laying on his back and I got down between his legs, kneeling, feeling a steady flow of sperma and my own juices flow from my overfilled vagina. I grabbed his semi-erect penis at the root, squeezing hard to make it erect. My other hand worked with his little sac, feeling and playing with the wonderful testicles which were producing the heavenly love cream, the milky and bitter-tasting honey he had pumped inside my tunnel only moments ago, the same kind of baby-making cream with which John had inseminated me.

I lowered my head and took his manhood in my mouth, tasting the bitter, but spicy spunk which coated his member. It was so sticky with our mingled love liquids, but tasty, it was a taste I had learned to adore, making my saliva flow. I made slurping sounds as I either let him slide in and out of my mouth which I used as an artificial vagina, or I sucked as hard as I could, feeling his reviving hardness.

It was when I looked up that I saw John's figure in the shadow of the room.

I let Tim's penis slide out of my mouth, watching John, a large amount of the excessive saliva and his whitish cream running down his shaft."Hi mom..."

Tim's head span around as he heard John's voice, his hands trying to hide his erection.

My first intention when seeing the figure was to hide my nakedness too, but I realised how silly that would be, silly because John knew all about what I was doing, both with Tim and sexually. He had done the same things with my body, so there was no reason to hide oneself.

But what really caught my eye, was what he was doing. First I didn't notice it, but then I realised he was stroking his fully erected penis. And he was as stark naked as little Tim and I.

He slowed down and stopped as he realised that I had seen him.

"Hello John... have you... have you been out riding?". It was such a stupid question, but I really didn't know what to say to my son. I didn't expect this to happen...

"Mmmm... I mean yeah... I... I took Blackie out for a ride... I guess he needed to get some moving in his legs... and I guess I needed some thinking myself... so... I... I rode down to the lake..."

He made a short pause, expecting me to say something, but I didn't know what... I just nodded.

Tim was listening, not moving an inch, his penis limp, still in my hand...

"... I... I've been thinking of what you've said... you know... and... I'm sorry... I really am... I'm so sorry I have been like this... I mean... the last days..."

"It's okay John... I think I would have acted the same..."

"... you know... I'm sorry that I called you these bad things... I really am... please forgive me mom..."

"ohh John... don't be sorry... it's okay, it really is..."

"I've missed you mom...", I could hear the sadness in his voice as his head hung down.

"I've missed you too John... ohhh... come here..."

He came to the bed, the sunset outside playing on his muscles as he embraced me. I never thought that I would feel him close to me again, ever. But when I felt with what intensity he was embracing me, I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. We were meant for eachother, we needed eachother to feel secure, loved and pleased.

I shivered as I felt I rivulet of sperm leave my cunny, running down the inside of my sensitive thigh, remembering me of little Tim. I looked at him, seeing his questioning expression, still he hadn't moved or said anything.

I again uptook the attention of John. I could feel his hard trembling penis pressing up against my belly, leaving trails of whaterish pre-cum on my naked skin.

I knew what he needed...

"John", I whispered in his ear,"would you like me to make it good for you... like old times?"

"mmm..."

So I commenced my develish act, the act of a depraved mother, the act of becoming my own two sons private whore. At first the thought disgusted me, but now nothing mattered. It wasn't til a week ago that I had really started fantisizing about it, now it would come true. At first I had been very angry with Tim for spoiling my love affairs with John, but now, after having him inside me, I knew what I wanted. I wanted both my children, I wanted them to be close to me, closer than ever. I wanted my children inside of me, I wanted them to mature with me, to prosper and develop sexually. I wanted to give myself completly to my children, to give them not only motherly love, but motherly love combined with the most wonderful love two, or three human beings could share. I was so happy, by doing this, I didn't only do my sons a favour, the favour of letting them relieve their so strong urges they posessed inside and letting them fulfill a young boys most devoted fantasy, making love with their very own mother. But what I did was receiving as much pleasure as my children. Now my most devious dreams would come true. It was a dream that I had had when first having sex with John, but the love that was founded between us made me forget all about it. But now, after having had intercourse so many times with both my sons, did it really matter if I could get one final wish through? The wish of beeing surroended by young studs, to be loved and taken care of by my lovers. To be taken by my two lovers continously. Whenever one tired, the other could finish what the first one had started. I had so much love to give and I needed so much love, that I had become an addict. I don't think any woman could feel more satisfied at my age, an age wich could create conflicts. But the thought of my young lovers which soon would follow the road I had so secretly but hideous led them onto and the knowledge of the child that was growing in my womb each day, made me feel young again. It made me feel like I was a woman anew.

I knew how wrong this was, not only that people thought it would be wrong, but it was. One man for one woman, was the right thing. But that didn't seem enough for me... I wanted more. I wanted it all. Now, when finally the circle was closing, I realised that everything I had put in plan the last week would soon pay off, soon the family would be complete, and my strive for pleasures fulfilled. I would be fulfilled.

Slowly I pulled John down on the bed, his shaft sticking up like a flag-pole, swaying with the blood-pulsing. I opened my mouth and engulfed my lover's tool, which I had for so long missed. What I only moments ago had done with Tim, I was now doing with my other son. Tim staring at us, probablay not believing what he saw me doing right in front of his eyes. It seemed like John had lost all thinking of privacy. He didn't care if his brother was seeing what he was doing either...

I sucked him hard, I sucked him gently, I did my best to please my son, tasting the salty pre-cum as it was pumped out of his penis. His hands were on the back on my head, pressing it down and then relasing the pressure, thus showing me how he wanted me to make it. It was so wonderful to feel he was back, that he was together with 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.