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 June 4th

   Dear Journal,

   Well, I'm here, my first night at my Mom's place.  So far, things are
good, though it's a little weird being here.  When I saw Mom at the Airport
this afternoon it was the first time I'd seen her in nearly a year.  She'd
changed enough that I had to double check to be sure before I went over to
her in the terminal.  Her blonde hair was cut up to her neckline, she was
wearing sunglasses, she was tan, and moreover, she looked somehow smaller
than the last time I'd seen her.  She hadn't lost weight or anything, she's
always been a healthy size, not fat, not skinny, but still she seemed to
have shrunk.

   I didn't realize why, until she said it.  When I walked up to her,
feeling a little shy, she seemed surprised to see me.  "Jason?  Holy cow!
You're taller than me!  Oh my god!  You've gone and grown up!" she said.  I
smiled at her, realizing it was true; I was now an inch taller than her.

   "Hi mom."

   "Come `ere, give me a hug sweety," she said, holding out her arms.  I
wrapped my arms around her.  I smelled the familiar scent of her hair,
sweet, and fruity.  Right away, I felt a rush of memories, like a spark of
static electricity.  And something else.  Something...I don't know.  I felt
my heart racing for a second, and my head swimming.

   "Well...welcome to California, heh, come on, let's get your stuff in the
car.  We can grab a bite to eat on our way home."

   We got my bags loaded into her car, and sat as we drove down the
expressway.  We chatted a little, trying to make small talk.  It was a
little tricky.  Mom and Dad got divorced when I was six, and I've lived
with Dad ever since.  I've seen Mom a couple a times a year for ten years,
but we've always had a continent between us for the most part.  We just,
don't know each other all that well.  I mean I love Mom, and I know she
loves me; it's just that...It's hard thinking of her as my mother.  I guess
we're gonna have to change that.

   So we stopped off at a diner and had some burgers.  She filled me in on
her job, what her neighborhood was like, how there were kids around my age,
(of course since it's already summer vacation, I won't get a chance to meet
any of them in school!) I filled her in on my grades, if I was dating
anyone (yeah right!).  We chatted a little about Dad and his new job
working overseas, if he was dating anyone and in general tried to get each
other up to speed.

   When we were done, we went up to her place.  A nice house in the
suburbs, set back from other houses, with a big yard and pool out back. 
(Can't wait to try it out!) It felt warm and inviting inside, she had made
up a room on the second floor for me.  She stood next to me by the bed and
squeezed me up against her.  As she did I felt that...whatever it is, pass
through me again, though not as strong this time.  She said, "Welcome home
Jason" soft and gently.  And, I guess that's where I am.

   ***

   June 5th

   Dear Journal,

   The craziest thing happened today!  I feel kinda weird just thinking
about it, but I feel like I have to write about it.  It woke up this
morning after my first night in Mom's house.  I was still feeling a little
weird being here, almost like I was a trespasser.  But I could smell coffee
wafting up from downstairs and felt my stomach rumble.  I poked my head out
the door into the hallway to scope things out.  I could hear the coffee pot
burbling, and the shower running.  I figured I would slip downstairs, sit
down, have a cup of coffee, and have a bowl of cereal while mom was in the
bathroom.  She'd come downstairs, see me up already, and we'd be a little
more comfortable.  It wouldn't be like I was cramping her style.  I was
about to head into the hallway, when I froze.  I was so used to living with
dad I was about to walk out in my boxers (not that that would have mattered
too much, more on that later.) I pulled on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt
and started down the hall.

   I got down to the table, poured some coffee, found some cereal in the
cabinet (she had picked up some Lucky charms for me, guess she remembered
they were my favorite) and settled in.  I was relaxing, enjoying my
breakfast and thinking about what I was gonna do for the day.  A few
minutes later, the shower turned off.  I heard steps coming down the
stairs.

   "Good morning honey," Mom Said.  I glanced up from my cereal to say good
morning back, my mouth was open but right then I found I couldn't say
anything.  She walked down to the table, her head was wrapped in a towel,
she was wearing a white robe that was open and she was naked underneath!  I
could see everything!

   Her body, still slick from the shower was totally exposed.  Long smooth
legs and thighs, mid-rift, bellybutton...her breasts and nipples (they were
pink!), even her, um...man this is hard to get out...  even her bush.  I
could see the small patch of dark hair between her legs.  I felt my cheeks
start to burn.  I was trying to say something but all that came out was
"um..." Mom must have seen something in my face.  She looked at me
curiously.

   "Jason, what is- oh!" She looked down at her naked body and quickly
pulled her robe closed.  I looked away fast, but even as I did, I knew that
I wouldn't be able to forget it.  "Oh my god!" she muttered, tittering
nervously, "Jeeze I'm sorry honey.  I guess I'm too used to living alone.
I'm pretty casual around here.  Gotta remember I've got someone else in the
house," she said as she tied the belt around her waist and walk over to the
coffee pot.

   "No, it's ok Mom," I said, not quite looking at her.  "It's your house."

   "Thank you dear, but really, I hope I didn't embarrass you too much."

   "No sweat, really, I mean, it was nothing.  Um...  so, you have any
plans today?" I asked, as I tried to look back up at her.  Her cheeks were
red as she as she poured herself a mug, and she smiled shyly at me as she
pulled out a chair and sat down.

   We shot the shit for a bit.  That was all weird enough, but the really
weird thing was that I couldn't stop thinking about it.  As we sat there
talking I kept picturing what I had seen beneath her robe.  I could picture
it perfectly in my brain and I couldn't stop seeing it.  All day it'd keep
flashing in my head.  While I was watching TV, or sitting on the patio out
back reading, I'd see her standing there, naked.

   Finally, around four o'clock in the afternoon I went up to the room (my
room gotta get used to thinking of it as that).  I knew why I was going,
but I wouldn't admit it to myself at first.  Mom was out by the pool
smoking a cigarette with a paperback novel in one hand.  I got to the room,
and shut the door behind me.  I stood looking at the bed for a second, and
then, god this is weird to write but I gotta get it out, I started slip out
of my clothes.  I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my
belt and pulled down my jeans, then finally tugged off my boxers.

   I stood there naked for a second, before lying down over the sheets.  I
stared up at the ceiling, and then closed my eyes.  I could see her.  I
imagined her standing there, hair in the towel, perfect round breasts with
small pink nipples, neatly trimmed trail of pubic hair between her smooth
thighs, framed by the open white robe.  I reached down between my legs and
found myself hard.  I started to stroke the shaft, picturing her, feeling
dirty and wrong as I did, but so, so excited and hard too.  The bed started
to squeak as I started to stroke faster.  I pictured every inch of her body
in perfect detail.  I imagined her face, innocently smiling at me, not
realizing she was totally exposed to me.  I rolled my thumb over the
throbbing tip of my dick, wet with pre-cum.  My jaw was clenched shut.  I
could her myself grunting, I was breathing hard.  And then in my brain, mom
opened her mouth and whispered `like what you see baby?' I exploded!  I
groaned softly.  I felt the usual splash as the jizz of my stomach.  My arm
was dead with exhaustion and fell to the mattress.  I lay there, quietly
panting.

   A second later, I heard a creak.  It sounded like something moving
outside my door.  I opened my eyes and over at my door.  It was open.  Just
a little crack, but it was totally open!

   ***

   June 6th

   Dear Journal,

   Scorcher today.  Decided to try out the pool finally.  It's blocked from
the street by the house on one side, and trees on the other three, giving
it a nice secluded feel.  Dressed in my trunks and with a towel draped over
my shoulder I stepped off the patio, eyeing the cool blue water greedily.

   "Good morning honey," I heard from beside me.  Startled, I looked over.
Mom was sitting on a pool chair, dressed in a green two piece, smiling.  I
smiled back, "Oh, morning mom.  Figured I'd try out the pool, if that's
cool.  It's brutal out here today!"

   "Sure thing!  Gotta put on some sun block first though.  Can't be too
careful out here in Cali," she said, handing me the bottle.  Shrugging I
started rubbing it over my body, thinking how good it's be to slip under
the water.

   "Sit down.  Let me get your back and shoulders," Mom said.  She shifted
on the chair to make room for me as I handed her back the bottle.  She
started rubbing the greasy cream over my shoulders.  There was nothing
particularly odd about it, just a mom rubbing sunscreen on her son's back.
Except...it didn't feel like that to me.  I mean, I guess I don't know how
it's supposed to feel (I never grew up with a mom around most of the time
remember), but I felt was kinda weird.  Like nervous and excited.  Having
her touch me like that, slowly, gently, tenderly, it felt kinda
like...holding hands with a girl for the first time.  Leaning in for a
first kiss?  My heart was beating hard, and I felt unsteady.

   "There.  All done." Mom said.  I said thanks, went to stand up, and as I
did, got a bit of a scare.  My shorts.  They'd become a bit of a tent.  I
sat back down, and clenched my thighs together.  Mom looked at me curious
glance.  I struggled to try to cover.  "Um...do you want me to do your back
mom?" I asked.  Mom seemed to think over for a second then shrugged.

   "Sure, thanks!"

   She laid herself face down on the pool chair.  I gaped a little when I
saw how the back of her bathing suit bottoms disappeared up her...well you
know.  You could see a lot is what I mean.  I picked up the bottle, but as
I did, she reached back over her back and tugged at the strings of her
bikini top.  The strings fell to the sides and her back was bare.

   "Don't want tan lines," she muttered, as she tilted her head to the
side. I stared down at her back for a moment, swallowed and then squirted
the lotion onto her.  I put my fingers on to her skin and started to move
them, rubbing the cream in.  I felt my heart in rattling in my ribcage!  I
lathered it over her shoulders, down to the small of her back...and yeah a
little farther down I guess, almost to the line of her thong.  The webbing
on the inside of my trunks was digging into me.  Finally, I pulled my hands
away.  I was sweating.  Trembling.  There was an ache in my stomach!  (Oh
god, it's so weird to think about!)

   "Thanks honey," she said softly.

   "No problem," I said.  I got to my feet, trying to stay as bent over as
I could and rushed over to the water.  I jumped in and felt the cool waters
take me in.  As I sank to the bottom, I thought, something very, very funny
is going on here.

   (Later)

   It's the middle of the night, but I wanted to put this down before I
went to sleep.  I was just out of my room, taking a piss.  As I was coming
back, I had to pass by Mom's bedroom door.  While I was staggering back in
the dark hall, I heard something.  It was very low and faint, but the house
was quiet and I heard it clearly.  It was a kind of a hum, like an electric
razor, a `bzzz'.  It got gradually louder and louder as I got closer to
mom's room.  When I passed by I could see a sliver of light, like from a
nightstand lamp, coming from the corner of the door.  It was open.  I
looked.  Just turned my heard, attracted by the sound.  From the angle I
was at, and how much door was open, all I could see was the very foot of
her bed and one of mom's bare feet.  The buzzing continued, and then a few
seconds later, her foot twitched, the toes curled and her heel shook.  I
heard a muffled gasp, "huh!" Then the Buzz stopped.

   I started to walk away.  I took one-step, when I heard a long, loud
creak.  I froze, waiting for mom to call out, or get up and throw the door
open.  Neither happened.  I scurried back to my room.  I'm tired, but
before I go to sleep...  I think...  I'm going to need to do one more thing
before I go back to sleep.

   ***

   June 10th

   Dear Journal,

   The past couple of days have been...interesting.  Mom and I have been
hanging out, falling into a sort of routine.  She had to go back to work,
so I've had the house to myself.  I've been trying to get out when it's not
too hot.  I'll go out walking around the neighborhood, stop off at the gas
station for a coke, or Mcidies for a burger.  I've seen a few kids around
my age around.  I've thought about trying to go over and introduce myself,
but they're always in groups.  I mean what am I supposed to do?  Walk over
and say, "Hey, I'm Jason, I'm sixteen and I just moved here, you guys wanna
be my friends?" So I've kept to myself.

   Then back at the house mom will get home after her day at work.  We'll
talk and watch TV and eat dinner.  It's all very...  well, I wanna say
normal, but there is something else going on.  For instance, mom still
comes down to breakfast in her robe.  She keeps it closed now, but I still
see it just beginning to slip open and she doesn't seem to mind it too
much. And then there's how we keep brushing up against each other.  In the
hallway, in the kitchen, going into the bathroom, we keep ending up bumping
into each other.  Our bodies will slide by each other, and I'll smile and
she'll smile and say `excuse me.' But I don't know if it's all that
accidental.  The other night while we were sitting on the couch, she took
off her shoes and was rubbing her feet.  I saw and asked, "Want me to do
that mom?"

   She seemed to think it over then smiled, "You sure sweety?"

   I nodded, "Sure mom, what are sons for?"

   She shrugged, "Well if you're offering I won't say no, but careful you
don't do it too well.  Otherwise I'll start demanding it." She swung her
feet up onto my lap (god, right over my junk) and reclined on the couch.  I
started to knead the skin, running my fingers over the balls and arches.  I
don't have thing for feet, don't get me wrong, but touching her...  that
was nice.  I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and she was cooing
softly.

   "Mmmmm you do that very good," she crooned.

   "Feel good?"

   "Oh yeah.  Too good.  Sorry, but you're on the hook now."

   "Happy to be of service.  You don't have many people who'd um....rub
your feet mom?" I asked, hearing my voice tremble.  She half opened her
eyes and smiled coyly at me.

   "A few...not all that many though...and none do it this nicely."

   "Did Dad ever do this?"

   She laughed, "Heh!  Nah, your dad wasn't all that interested in things
like...foot rubs."

   It's become out routine now, that every night she'll come home, we'll
eat dinner, sit down on the couch afterwards and she'll take her shoes and
put her feet up on my lap and I'll massage them.  That was all interesting
enough, but then yesterday night something different happened.  After I'd
been massaging her for a couple minutes, she asked, "Jason, I think I left
my phone in my room, can you run a grab it for me?"

   "Sure thing mom." I headed down the hall and into her open door.  The
bed was made and the room was in order.  The phone was on top of the
dresser.  As I walked over, I noticed the others were closed securely, but
the top drawer was open.  When I got there and picked up the phone, I
looked down.  There were some lacey things inside, panties, bras, and
stockings.  On top of it all, was a vibrator.  It was seven inches long,
and made of purple rubber.  My eyes fixed on it.  I flashed back to the
other night, and thought about her foot twitching.  I thought of the
muffled "huh!" I imagined her naked on her bed, with that fake cock between
her legs, throwing herself all over the bed.  I was shaking.

   I picked up the phone and turned out of the room.  I walked down the
hall slowly.  She was lying on the couch.  She looked at me, her eyes were
bright and clear, but she wasn't quite smiling.  "Find it?"

   I nodded slowly.  I held out the phone after moment, I almost had
forgotten I was holding it.  "Good.  Thanks dear."

   ***

   June 15th

   I'm ready to admit it.  I want her.  I know it's wrong.  She's my
mother. But I don't see her that way!  At least...  not all the way.  It's
like...  she's maybe 50 or 40 percent my mother and the rest.  She's
just... a really hot woman.  A woman I live with.  A woman who I'm around
all the time...  who I get to touch...and see nearly naked.  Oh god.  I'm
going crazy.

   And I don't think I'm alone.  If I wasn't sure after the night I found
(was shown) her dildo, the past few days have.  The day after I gave mom
that foot rub, I decided to test things.  See where things stood.  That
morning, I got up, dressed only in my boxers as usual and got out of bed.
But instead of pulling on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt, I walked out into
the hallway in just my boxers.  I nearly jumped back into my room at first.
But I gave it a moment.  Took a deep breath and walked down towards the
kitchen.

   Mom was already in the kitchen, fresh out the shower in her robe, coffee
mug in one hand, paper in the other.  I was terrified, ready for her to
scream, or worse (soo much worse) laugh, but I tried to sound cool as a
cucumber when I said "morning mom." She looked up, and her eyebrows rose
just a little.  She was silent a second, and in that second I felt her eyes
scan me, from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair.

   Then she smiled calmly and said, "Good morning Jason, sleep well?"

   I sat across from her, relaxing a little, trying not to laugh at the
ridiculousness of being here like this.  I was still jittery and nervous
and felt just a little foolish, but I also felt exhilarated oddly.  We
chatted, we sipped coffee ate some muffins.  All the while, I had my eyes
on her and she had them on me.

   "Any plans today?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  Might jump in the pool, care to join me?"

   "Sure thing," she said smoothly.  I don't know she was already planning
what came next but it certainly caught me off guard.  Around noon, I
wondered down to the poolside in my trunks.  Mom was there, lying stretched
out on her back on the pool chair in her sunglasses, a cigarette smoldering
in the ashtray besides her.  She was topless.  Breasts the size of large
oranges stood out from her bare chest.  I stopped in my tracks.  My mouth
hung slack.  I swear I could actually feel all my blood surging up to my
cheeks and down to my crotch.  I my stomach fluttered.  She looked up and
grinned nonchalantly.

   "Hey.  Thought I'd soak up some sun."

   "Cool," I said, hoping I sounded as calm.  I knew I was blushing.  I
knew she could see it.  And I was trying (so, so, so hard!) not to stare at
them.  I wasn't doing a very good job I'm afraid to say.  Kept feeling my
eyes dropping, getting sucked back to those beautiful tits.  Suddenly I had
another issue brewing.  I was swelling up and fast.  I couldn't move, worse
I didn't want to move.  I just wanted to stand there looking at her while
my flagpole went to half-mast in my swim shorts.  I turned around finally,
maybe a little too awkwardly and dropped into the water.

   When I came back up, I paddle out to the deep end and treaded water for
a minute, watching her, laying there, not a care in the world.  Puffing
elegantly on her cigarette, stretching her arms out over her head.  As she
stretched, her chest heaved out and the sun bounced off them brilliantly.
She glanced over at me and saw me watching.

   "Perk of having a secluded pool.  Hope it doesn't bother you dear. 
Another thing I kinda got used to living alone."

   I shook my head.  "No, of course not mom, it's fine.  I mean like said
before, your house."

   "You sure it doesn't...  you know, bother you?"

   I back paddled to the side of the pool and hung on the side.  "Nah.  I
mean...  you're my mom, and they're just...  um...  you know."

   "Boobs?" she suggested, tittering a little girlishly.

   "Sure, yeah, boobs."

   She sighed, "Mmmm sometimes...hehe...I love to come down here at
night...and just jump in stark naked.  The cool water, all over every inch
of body...feels fantastic."

   "Sounds nice."

   "It is...have you ever skinny dipped?"

   I blushed harder.  "Mom!"

   "Come on, I thought it didn't embarrass you."

   "...no."

   "If you ever want to...  it's a nice perk of having a pool that no one
can see."

   I shrugged.  "Maybe I'll take you up on some day."

   I swam for a while longer then got out and toweled off.  Later that
night mom made us up some spaghetti and we sat eating it on the patio,
eating as the sun was setting.  That night mom was drinking wine.  Her
cheeks were getting red, and soon, she was laughing little more than usual,
talking a little more.  We sat there a little longer, the sun turning the
sky pink then red.  I watched pour herself another glass of pinot.

   "Mind if I have a little?" I asked shyly.

   She thought it over and smiled, "sure, I don't see the harm in just a
little." She poured about half my glass, then after a moment but another
quarter in.  "Drink it slowly."

   I started sipping.  Trying to go slow, but I kept on sipping.  It was
tart but sweet.  Pretty soon, my head felt little heavier.  I started
smiling a little more.  I wasn't drunk, just feeling a little...  giddier.

   "So Jason, now that you've been here a little longer, have you met
anyone...  maybe any girls?" Mom asked flirtatiously.

   I rolled my eyes, "I'll see what I can do once I am school...  besides,
we always talk about my social life, how `bout you huh?  What's your social
scene like?"

   She giggled, "Heh, fair enough...  mmm well...  there is a guy.  He
works in my office, I get together with him every once in a while.  Really
though, he's just more of a good fu...friend.  Heh.  Good friend." She
blushed and covered her mouth, trying to look innocent, throwing her eyes
at me then darting them away.  She looked out over the pool.  A twinkle
seemed to come into her eyes.  "Say, did you still want to try out skinny
dipping?" She asked giddily.

   Seeing where this was going, I felt my heart beat skip up.  I took
another deep swig of the wine and asked, "You mean, like...right now?"

   She shrugged, "sure why not?" she asked already starting rise out of her
seat.

   "Well...  I dunno.  I mean...  you're my...  and I'm."

   "Oh come on!  Don't be so shy!  Like you said earlier," she was kicking
off her sandals and beginning to tug off her shirt.  It slid off revealing
her breasts again.  I was so amazed by her complete lack of shame I just
sat staring!  "There, just boobs, right?"

   "Um...yeah."

   She was unbuckling her caprice pants.  "Sooo?" She asked, letting the
fall to the floor, and oh god now she was wearing only a pair of boy
shorts. And then they were sliding to the floor as well.  She stood there
totally nude in profile, against the backdrop of the pool and the now dark
sky.  "Whatcha say, don't tell me you're old mom is braver than you...  you
don't have anything I haven't seen dear." She turned and started running to
the pool.  I watched her round, firm butt moving away from me and then I
heard the water splashing.  Not thinking, not processing, just feeling
dizzy with arousal, a full stomach, and a glass of sweet wine, I stood and
started pulling off my own shirt.  I kept thinking, is this happening? 
Like really, really happening?  I pushed down my cargo shorts.  My cock
popped out, half stiff already and I bet I looked ridiculous as I sprinted
to the pool.  I dove in, mom squealed with laughter as the water hit her.
The water was cool, and refreshing.  When I came back up mom was kicking
water in front of me beaming, here wet hair plastered around her cheeks and
neck.

   "Quite a thrill huh?" she asked, panting.  Her eyes slowly drifted
beneath the water.

   "Yes...very."

   We swam a little while longer.  Splashed each other and chased each
other a little, playfully.  It was fun and innocent and yes very, very hot.
I watched her as she walked out of the pool.  Watched her bend over to pick
up her clothes, and saw the pink lips of her pussy beneath her toned ass.
Once she was gone.  I drifted in the water a little while longer.  Then I
went upstairs, and I jacked off twice.

   That might all seem like a lot but there is a little more.  I came
downstairs in my boxers again this morning.  Turns out, I was overdressed.
Mom was in the kitchen, making some toast.

   She looked up, "Morning sweety." She had a towel wrapped around her head
and nothing else on but a smile.

   June 20th

   Dear Journal,

   Every morning I come down now in my underwear to the kitchen, and every
morning mom is totally naked out of the shower.  Neither of us acknowledges
anything is different, or weird or inappropriate about this.  Then when we
Mom gets home from work, she'll gradually shed her clothing.  By the time
she slides her feet over my lap for her foot rub (best part of the day!)
she's usually wearing just her underwear, sometimes a nightie.  The best
one is purple, totally sheer and stops as her upper thigh.  I swear I can
watch her nipples getting hard as I massage her aches and toes!  She tells
me that I give the best foot rubs she's ever had...  she says she wished
dad had touched her like this.

   Though they aren't just foot rubs anymore.  Sometimes, my hands start to
wander a little up her calves, then up to her thighs, just a little.  The
other night, she asked if I would mind rubbing her shoulders.  I said of
course, and started to get up.

   "Sit still," she said.  She shifted in her seat.  Before I knew, what
was going on she was laying her head onto my lap and sticking her feet over
the armrest.  I fidgeted in my seat and exhaled slowly.  She was right over
my junk!  I had to slam my thighs together to keep my cock from popping up
right into her ear.  "Mmmm, do your magic son," she murmured.

   I cracked my knuckles and lay my hands on her upper back, and began to
gently work at her muscles.  As I did, I looked out over her body, and
watched her butt wiggle a little in her boy shorts.  Her head nuzzled
against me.

   "Oooh God...  That feels so nice.  You'll make a very nice husband... 
mmmm one of these days."

   I fidgeted a little more, wrenching my thighs closed.  Mom asked if I
was okay.  As she spoke, I could feel the warmth of her breath creeping
down my fly.

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  Does this feel good?" I asked.  My hands were creeping
down her spine, feeling her tension seep out of her.  I stopped them right
about her butt-cheeks.  Part of my brain (the part that lives in my pants)
told me to just keep going.  Just grab hold of her ass then if she balked,
I could just say I hadn't been paying attention.  See if she would let me.
Sensing she wanted me to...  but I didn't.  I froze up and let my fingers
slider back up.  Mom wiggled a little more.

   "Oh honey, it feels amazing...  you know just where to touch me."

   Afterwards she went up to bed.  I sat downstairs a little longer.  I
waited in silence.  Waiting for a familiar sound.  Then in the still of the
house, I heard it.  The buzz.  I closed my eyes and imagined it.  I started
massaging myself through my shorts.  As I did, I suddenly had a very odd
thought.  I walked up the stairs.  Not thundering but not really trying to
hide my presence either.  When I got to the landing, I could hear the
buzzing louder.  Her door was open as I expected and as I slipped by, I
looked in enough to her full leg on her bed.

   I could her moaning lowly, "ah...mmn...aaaw!" very softly but clearly. I
slipped into my own room leaving the door open about a foot.

   I pulled up boxers off and sat on the bed.  I spit into my palm, wrapped
my hand around the meat of my shaft and started to work it.  The bed
creaked.  I stroked myself fast, faster than I normally would.  I wanted it
to make a sound, a put-put-put sound of skin hitting skin.  I wanted the
bed to squeak as well.  I noticed the buzzing got louder.  I groaned a
little.  Started to breath heavy.  We were doing it together.  I closed my
eyes and imagined that there wasn't a hallway between us.  I wondered if
she was dreaming the same thing.  After a few minutes, I heard her panting.
I speed up; my bed was really creaking now.  I heard her cry out, sharp and
clear, "Aww!  Awww!" My eyes closed hard and I bet forward.

   "Gaw!  Uh!" I groaned.

   I fell back on the bed breathing harder.  My face was dripping sweat; my
cock lay draining onto my sheets.  I heard the faint sound of a drawer
opening and closing.  "Goodnight Jason." I heard a voice whisper softly. 
Then the door closed.  Sometime later, I fell asleep.

   ***

   June 24th

   Dear Journal,

   Came down this morning as usual, but instead of mom I found a plate of
Eggo Waffles on the kitchen table with a note beside it.  I sat down,
picked up the paper, and immediately recognized mom's slender, feminine
hand writing:

   Had to leave early today, big day at work.  Have a nice day!  Try to get
out, meet some people, and get some fresh air!  Be home by four though,
I'll be home early and I am planning on a special treat for dinner...  and
I want my foot rub :-P



   Love, Mom.



   I considered the note as I munched my waffles.  A special treat for
dinner, what could she mean?  For all I knew.  It meat just what it sounded
like.  She was trying out a new recipe or making my favorite.  You have to
get that, as totally weird as things are...they aren't just weird.  They're
also normal.  That doesn't make sense but it's the only way I know to put
it.  When we aren't naked or having one of our late night listening
sensations, she's still just my mom.  So that might have been all she
meant...  but I thought different.  It kinda felt like she was dropping my
hint to be out of the house for a little while.

   So I finished up the breakfast, washed my plate, showered and dressed. I
waited til' a little after noon then headed out.  I walked to the park,
found a nice little spot to read and dig into a PB and J.  I All day though
I kept looking at my phone to check the time.  I knew I was just counting
down the hours `til 4.  Time was moving so damn slow!  I tried walking some
more, watching some kids playing a pickup game of baseball, all the while
my mind kept turning back to mom and the "special treat" she had waiting
for me.

   Finally, at around 3:30 I headed back.  Trying to walk slowly, but
getting faster and faster as I went.  When I got to our street, I stopped
dead in my tracks.  There was another car in the driveway.  A silver
Porsche, no more than a year old.  I walked toward it slowly.  I looked
from it to the house then back again.  I was totally confused now.  What
did this development mean?

   I walked up to door and after a minute of consideration opened it.  I
heard it right away.  Steady creaks, and thumping from upstairs, almost
like a box spring and headboard hitting a wall.  I closed the door behind
me, very carefully, trying to move silently.  I could hear two voices
drifting down the stairs.  "Aw!  Oh!  Yea!  Yea!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

   "Huh!  Huh!  Mm!  Shit!  Uh you like that!  Uhh!  You like getting
nailed like that?"

   "Huh, oh yeah, mmm, I fucking love it...mmm, hang on, oh god lemme get
up...fuck me doggy style."

   I crept silently across the floor and stood at the bottom of the stairs
looking up.  I could hear it all so clearly, the bed creaking, the sheets
rustling, the floor shaking.  I took a deep breath and kicked off my shoes.
I started walking up the stairs, taking one at a time on tiptoes.  I could
hear the steps creaking minutely under my feet and felt my stomach turn
over.  I got to the landing and when I peered down the hall, I saw that the
door was open.  Not just a crack, but halfway open.

   I pressed myself up against the far wall and started creeping my way
along the hall.  My entire body was trembling.  I thought I was going to
faint as I got to the door.  Mom's bed is up against the wall next to the
door, and I could see both of them.  Mom was on her knees, legs parted, her
fingers gripping into the sheets.  Her...friend was behind her.  I could
only see the back of his head, a mane of brown hair in disarray.  He was
broad shouldered and well muscled.  He was bent behind her, hands wrapped
around her hips, well-toned ass heaving back and forth, as he grunted. 
Mom's head was bent down and her back was arched.  The entire floor was
shuddering and groaning as they moved.

   "Oh!  Uh!  Yeah!  Goddamn you're so fucking wet...mmm you're such a
nasty slut."

   "Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me like a nasty slut...mmm I love it!  Aw!  Huh! 
Huh!"

   My heart was beating so hard and I was shaking so bad I had to close my
eyes for a moment and count to five just so I could see straight.  There
was so much going through my head.  It was hot.  So, so hot, hearing her
moan like that.  Watching him thrusting, knowing that his thick, meaty cock
was pounding into her and she was loving it.  Hearing the sound of his
thighs colliding with hers, the panting and the dirty talking.  I'm soooo
hard now just thinking about it.  But also, I was...jealous.  I wanted to
be the one on the bed behind her.  I wanted to be the one making her moan
like that.

   I don't know how long that went on, but a moment later, her head lifted,
throwing out her chin in the air.  There was a mirror on the door of the
closet across from the bed.  I could see her face.  Eyes closed, mouth hung
open in a silent, ecstatic scream, cheeks burning like coals.  Her breasts
jiggled with the impact of his body on hers.  I wanted to dart away to my
room and beat my throbbing meat.  But I couldn't move.  I had to see more.
And I was glad I stayed, because a moment later she opened her eyes.  They
seemed to sparkle, as they fell on the mirror and onto me.  She was looking
straight at me, no denying it.  I was caught.  My mouth opened and I took
in a tiny little gasp of fear and shame, feeling like a little boy with his
hand in the cookie jar.  My brain was screaming at my legs to run but they
wouldn't move!

   Then her face changed.  She smiled.  A wide, Cheshire cat grin.  Looking
right at me as her body rocked back and forth.  Her eyes closed again
sharply and she grimaced.  "Gaw!  Keep going!  Gonna cum!  Aw shit...hmm!
Aaaah!"

   He sped up.  Her eyes squeezed closed.  "Huh!  Huh!  You want my cum
baby, you ready for some hot cum!  You fuckin' slut, aw!"

   "Yeah...Yeah I want it."

   He slid himself out of her and Mom turned around to face him, lying on
her belly.  She wrapped her lips around his member.  Her eyes looked up at
him...then darted towards the door.  Towards me.

   "I want your load in my mouth," she said, before licking her lips and
taking it back in.  Her fingers pumped at his shaft (it looked so big in
her hand!) She opened her mouth wide, her tongued rolled on the wet, purple
tip.

   "Uh..uuuh!  Oh!  Huh!" His load shot out of him and into her.  It
spurted out and she lapped it up eagerly.  It ran over her chin and down
her cheeks.  Finally, she took the draining dick into her mouth and suckled
out the last offerings it had.  Her hand was slowly working between her
legs as she did.  She cooed in a satisfied way as she did.  Her friend just
panted, stroking her hair, slowly melting down to the bed.

   When at last she broke her lips away from it.  She looked up at him and
smiled.  "That was really nice...but you better get moving.  I told my son
to be home by 6."

   "Yeah...ok.  I'll grab a shower."

   That got my legs going finally.  I darted quickly down the stairs,
moving as silently as I could, taking long strides.  I ran towards the door
then froze and double backed.  I grabbed my shoes and scampered out the
back door on the patio.  I sat on the deck chair, closed my eyes and took
long deep breaths.  It was replaying repeatedly.  Her breasts bouncing as
he bucked into her.  Her wild moans.  The expression that crossed her face
as she reached her orgasm.  The hungry desire in her eyes as she sucked
every last drop of cum out of his cock and balls.

   Without realizing I was doing it, I unzipped my jeans.  Slowly and
without much thought, I began stroking myself.  I came within seconds.  I
felt myself fading.  With my climax I simply had crashed, unable to handle
any more input.  The warm sun and gentle breeze soothed me.  I don't know
how long I just lay there drifting between being asleep and awake. 
Sometime later, I heard a car pulling away.  It seemed so far away I barely
noticed.

   "Jason?" I heard someone say.  I flinched just a little, coming fully
awake.  "Jason sweety," Mom said.  I turned to look at her.  Her cheeks
were glowing; her eyes were wide and alive with joy, dressed now in a pair
of jeans and tank top.

   "Oh, hi mom.  I got back a few minutes ago...sat down to read...guess I
nodded off.  How was your day?"

   "Wonderful!  We got a major deal closed up at the office today.  We
ended up getting off early.  So I decided to celebrate...whatcha say?  Care
to go out for some pizza?"

   "Sounds great!" I said.  I wanted to say more.  I don't know how much
longer we can keep up this charade.  This...game.

   "Awesome, we can go in about half an hour, why don't you...wash up in
the meantime." Her eyes flashed to below my waist.  She turned and walked
back into the house.  I looked down and saw what she'd been looking at.  My
cock was still lying limp between my legs on my jeans, dripping.  The game
continues I guess.  Oh lord!  Something's gotta give!

   ***

   June 25th

   Dear journal,

   I wrote last night that something had to give...I guess I was right.  I
am trying to think of way to put this down...how it happened.  I guess I
ought to write just like I have all the other entries.  It's hard to write.
Hard to focus.  I'll try though.  Settle in, this might take a bit.

   It was a typical day, well as typical as it's been around here I mean.
Mom and I sat in the kitchen naked, chatting, drinking coffee and eating
breakfast.  She had to rush off though, the big deal she had closed
yesterday made for a lot of new work.  She told me she might be late coming
home, that she would stop for take out on the way home.

   Around noon, I got an idea.  I had just about everything I needed and I
could pick up what I didn't have at the local grocery store for less than
twenty bucks.  I headed out and bought some ground beef, a big loaf of
French bread and Parmesan cheese.  My mind was buzzing with ideas, hoping I
could pull this off.  I put water on around six, waited for it to boil and
dropped in spaghetti.  Around ten minutes later mom texted me: "Home, by
7:00.  What you want to eat?"

   As I was putting the beef on to brown I texted her back: "Don't stop. 
Got a surprise for your J."

   I rushed to finish up.  I set the table the table and after a little
thought, I put out some candles.  I took a bottle of wine off the rack by
the sink and set it on the table.  I ladled the spaghetti onto the plates
and covered them with sauce.  I lit the candles about thirty seconds before
she opened the door.

   "Jason, honey I'm h- oh!" Her eyes lit up as she looked at the table
decked out with food.  "Jason!  This is fantastic!  You did this?"

   "Yeah...hope you like it." I said, standing shyly by the table.  Smiling
at her face.

   "Like it?  Oh my god!  This is so sweet of you!  Thank you dear!" Then
she leaned forward and gave me a kiss.  No...that is putting it wrong. 
That sounds too tame.  She kissed me.  She put her hands on my shoulders, I
expected her to peck my cheek, but she placed her lips right on mine.  I
was totally caught off guard.  Her lips were open a little, and as they
touched me, I thought about them wrapped around her lovers cock.  Then they
broke away.  It was just a second or so.  But it was like a jolt of
lightning.  She went and put her purse down and sat back across from me.

   She board herself a glass of wine and without hesitation board me one as
well.  It was...magical.  I know that's cheesy, but it was.  It was like
something out of a movie.  We talked, and laughed and ate and drank (I
finished off my glass and had just half a one after that, she had at least
three), and it was really something special.  The pasta came out perfect,
and the wine was sweet.  The candles seemed to make her glow.  It seemed to
last hours.

   "Honey," she said at last, "I don't think I've ever had a nicer
candlelit dinner ever.  Thank you."

   I blushed, "Thanks mom.  I just wanted to do something special for you.
To show I really appreciate everything you've done.  I'm glad you liked it.
Why don't you go get comfortable, I'll wash up."

   "Nonsense!  I'll get these, you've done enough dear."

   I shook my head, already picking up the plates.  "I got it!  I already
started them anyway.  Dad always taught me that a good cook should clean as
they go."

   This seemed to make her frown a little.  "Your Dad...certainly raised a
fine young man.  It's really been wonderful having you here.  It's been
nice...getting to know you better.  I love you honey."

   "I love you too mom." I said.  I love every part of you, I thought.  I
felt so dirty at that moment.  I didn't care.  In fact, I liked it.

   She headed upstairs and I finished up the last of the dishes.  When she
came back down, she was in her purple baby-doll nightie and a pair of pink
low-rise boy shorts with a lace trims.  "You want your foot rub now Mom?" I
asked, hoping to sound confident, like a charmer.

   She grinned, "You are spoiling me little boy...of course I do.  But you
go get comfy first.  I'll be on the couch." I started to walk towards the
stairs, and then thought better of it.  Why bother going to my room?  It
was silly.  Instead, I just started pulling off my shirt.  I headed down
the hall to the small laundry room and dropped my shirt and jeans into the
hamper.  I came back into the living room in my boxers.

   The TV was on.  She had lain herself down beside me, resting her head on
the armrest, bare legs crossed neatly.  I walked around the couch with her
other side.  She lifted her legs primly upwards to let me slide down
beneath her.  She settled her feet over lap, sliding deliberately and
smoothly over my junk as she did.  I fidgeted a little, but decided to make
no effort to hide my hardon.  I took her foot and began to work at it.  The
arches, the heels, the balls, I rubbed them with more vigor than I had
before.  She signed long and deep.

   "Feels so nice," she whispered.  I massaged her feet for a few minutes
more, and then began to work her calves.  Kneading her tense muscles with
earnest determination.  My fingers crept up her skin, from ankle to knee.

   "Jason?" Mom said softly.

   "Yes Mom?" My fingers, shaking just a little bit, crept up over her knee
to her thigh.

   "I was wondering something...what were you thinking...while you were
watching Howard fuck me yesterday?"

   I froze up.  I looked up from her leg to her face.  She was smiling a
little, and raised her eyebrows.  I squirmed again.  I looked back down and
started massaging her thigh again.  She spread her legs a little, and bent
her leg, so that her foot was flat against my crotch.  "I don't know what
you mean." I answered coolly.

   "I think we can stop being coy son.  I know you were watching.  I saw
you.  What were you thinking?"

   My hands slid the entire why up her thigh, then back down.  I moved on
to the other.  "I was watching your face...listening as you moaned...I was
thinking about him...his..."

   "Cock?"

   "Yeah...I thinking of it plowing into you.  In...  and out.  Mom...it
was so hot.  How was it for you?"

   She cooed as my hands pushed back up her leg, `til my hand rested right
at the base of her underwear.  "Mmmm...  It felt so nice.  Howard has such
a big cock.  I love feeling it spear me...  I've been so fucking horny
lately....mmm knowing you were watching was so, so sexy Jason."

   "You like it doggy style?"

   "Yes...but there was a reason I wanted him to take me like that
yesterday...on my knees, with him behind me, I could imagine it was someone
else fucking me."

   I swallowed hard.  My cock was rigid now, and she was gently rubbing it
with her foot.  "Who?"

   "Oh honey..." she said, and rather than say anything else, she stroked
my arm, took hold of my wrist and place it over her Panties.  I could feel
the warm cleft beneath the soft lace.  My hand pushed against the fabric.
She gasped and my fingers rubbed up and down.  She grabbed my wrist with
both hands and pushed my hand under her underwear.  She was hot and wet
beneath and my fingers pet her soft lips, my palm rested on the downy fuzz
of her pubic hair.  My jaw opened and I stared at the bizarre, amazing
sight of my hand cut off at the wrist under her shorts.  I felt like I was
drunk or dreaming.

   Mom's back arched and she gasped again.  "Hah!  Aaw...Oh you know just
where to touch me...." she crooned.

   Something seemed to...kind of pop in my head.  I turned in my seat,
started to pull her shorts down.  "Mom!" I said desperately.  She looked
back at me her eyes wide, hungry, and eager.  "Jason!  Honey, oh god.  Do
you want this?  Do you want me...?" She asked her voice breathy.

   I cast her panties to the side and leaned over her.  She took me by the
shoulders.  "Mom, I do.  I want you so, so bad.  I know it's wrong, but god
I do!  You want this?" She pulled herself up against me, lacing her fingers
in my hair.  I started to kiss her neck and shoulders.

   "I've...wanted this...since I first saw the look on your face...when my
robe was open.  The very first day...then I saw you...jacking off in your
room...touching yourself...I knew you were thinking of me...touch me baby.
Touch me all over."

   She pushed her face into mine and our lips found each other.  Her tongue
slid into my mouth.  My hands slid over her shoulders, down her breasts.  I
squeezed them, her nipples hard beneath the fabric of her baby-doll.  Her
mouth...  and the feel of her tongue against mine, her body moving against
mine.  She broke away and she looked into my eyes.  They were big and full
of love and desire.  Without saying anything, she stood up and let her
nightgown slip to the floor.  She sat back down and pressed her naked body
up against mine.  I explored her with my hands, and my lips and my tongue.

   My hands glided over her back.  I kissed and licked my way over her
breasts.  Mom was purring, stroking my hair and cheek as I extended my
tongue and rolled it around her nipple, before taking it into my mouth.  I
moved to the next one.  I kissed her down her stomach, creeping to the
floor as I did.  I knelt in front of her and she scooted all the way to the
edge of the couch.  I placed my hands on her knees and gently pushed them
open.

   "Spread your legs wide...I want to look at you," I whispered.

   She opened her legs as wide as they would go.  She was totally exposed
to me.  I saw the dark patch of her hair.  Her wet, pink lips the slick,
jewel of her clit, the narrow tunnel of her vag.  I rested my hands on her
knees and looked up at her.  She looked down at me and it seemed like
something unspoken passed between us.  I was looking at the place I had
come from.  It was odd.  Like seeing the Grand Canyon, or the statue of
liberty.  Something of huge importance and beauty.  "You're so beautiful
Mom," I said, my voice hushed and awed.  Her hands ran though my hair, and
cupped my face.

   "Do wanna kiss me honey?  Mmm, do you want put your mouth on my body,
your tongue inside me?  Oh, my sweet baby." She murmured.  And then she was
drawing me in, between her thighs.  I parted my lips, and placed them on
hers.  The taste...it was sweet, salty, and warm.  My mouth began to
undulate.  My tongue danced and pushed inside of her.  It wiggled and
slithered, up and down her slit, it circled her throbbing nub of her
clitoris.  Mom's body tensed.  She sucked in air sharply.

   "Huh!  Uuuh...that's right....just like that..."

   I let my tongue explore her more, and then pushed it firmly against her
clit.  I'd only done this once before, but I'd listened to advice from
friends.  And I followed the cues her body was giving me.  I grabbed her
thighs tightly and drove my face as deeply into her as I could, her scent
filling my nose, her juices rolling down my cheeks and chin.  I rolled the
tip of my tongue on her in a smooth and constant loop, as my lips moved
back and forth in a deep kiss.

   "Uuuuuuuuh...yes baby...ooooh you do that so good....uh!  Aw!  Mmmmn!"
She was breathing hard.  "Huh!  Huh!  Huh!  Oh!  Oh!" Her hips bucked out
like crazy!  I was a little scared for a second, as her legs shook and she
crammed my head and crammed it deeper into her.  I was worried I'd smother.
But then she relaxed and fell back against the couch.  She let go of me and
I looked up at her.  Her cheeks were red, her mouth open, and eyes burning.
"Come up here, sit close to me," she said in that breathy voice.  I did as
she said, sitting flush with her.  I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her
breast.  She took my free hand and set it down between her legs.  My
fingers pressed against her.  She reached down and began to massage my
bulging shorts.  Her hand slid into the fly and wrapped around my shaft. 
Gently she started stroking me.

   "You like this?" she asked.

   "Mom...oh...yes!  God yes!  I...love you mom...I love your body....mmm,
is that wrong?" I answered, sliding a finder up her pussy.  Her other arm
held me by the shoulders.  "Aw!  Aaah!  Honey...there is nothing
wrong...with loving someone else...nothing wrong with -mmn!-feeling
good....put another finger in me...tell me what you want to do to me."

   Obligingly I slid a second finger inside of her.  I moved them in and
out; her body seemed to suck them in wetly.  "I wanna fuck you mom..."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah.  I wanna...put my cock into my mother's tight; dripping pussy...I
want to be balls deep in you..."

   "Huh, huh...I know...I want it inside me.  I want my son's throbbing
cock in me.  I want you to take me...haaaah." Her voice was shaking.

   "So what do we do now?" I asked as she squeezed my dick tighter.

   "I think...we ought to go into the bedroom now."

   I was scared.  I was thrilled.  I was so fucking horny.  Mom and I stood
up.  She took my hand and we started walking up the stairs.  I felt
detached from myself.  Like I was watching this all in a movie.  I wondered
again, fleetingly if this was wrong.  If maybe, I ought to stop it now. 
But I kept walking, knowing there was no way I could stop it now even if I
really wanted to.  When we got to her room, we stood in the door looking
down at the bed.  She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.  She let go,
and started to walk to the bed.

   "Mom," I said shyly and she turned to look at me.  "I just wanted...I
should let you know...this is the first...I've never..." I couldn't finish.
I didn't have to.  She smiled reassuringly at me.

   "You're a virgin honey?" she suggested.  I nodded.  She took my hands.
"Don't worry...just relax." She pulled me towards her, as she lay back over
the sheets.  I fell on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, holding her
hips.  We squirmed up the bed and she spread her legs apart.  I positioned
myself between them, placing the tip of my cock on her pussy lips.  I broke
away from her mouth and looked at her eyes.  They sparkled.  Smiling, she
wrapped her hands around my butt cheeks and gently pushed on them.  I
started to slide into her.

   The warmth of her slipped over me as I pushed inwards.  Her eyes got
wider and her mouth hung open.  She gasped a little.  I went in deeper. 
She was dripping wet and sooo tight.  Her muscled squeezed against me. 
When I stopped she smiled, and laughed a little, not meanly or anything,
but with girlish delight.  She stroked my cheek.  "Welcome home Jason." And
I guess that's where I was.

   (Later)

   Mom just fell back asleep.  It's the middle of the night now.  But I'm
too awake fall back asleep just yet.  Besides, I'm just enjoying the
spectacle of her.  Sleeping there, naked in the tangled sheets, half under
the covers.  Breathing in and out, her hair plastered by sweat to her
forehead.  In a moment, I will curl up next to her.  Drape my arm over her,
press myself up to her body and sleep deeply.  But I am up now, and I want
to write about what just happened.

   That first time, was wonderful, magical...though a little fast.  We both
enjoyed it for sure.  But, you have to remember I'm still a newbie.  I
started to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, caught up by the
warmth and the tightness of her.  Then getting faster, as she pulled her
legs further apart.  I grabbed her hips for leverage and started to really
move.  She was so wet!  I slipped in and out so fast and so easily.  She
started to thrust up to meet me, gyrating her hips up to mine.  Our bodies
made a beautiful rhythm, hitting each other.  Her face contorted, her mouth
opened and she squeezed my butt-cheeks harder.

   Mom started to moan.  "Aw...ooooh....deep, deep baby...yes!" I pumped
harder, feeling myself coming to the edge.  Her hands slide over my back,
up into my hair and she pushed me into a kiss.  I groaned.  I gave one last
push, holding back as long as I could.  The bed started to creak.  The
headboard hit the wall.  Mom was panting.  "Huh!  Huh!  Huh!  Baby that's
it!  Oh....God!"

   "I'm gonna cum mom!" I crowed.

   "Cum in me sweety, shoot your load in me!"

   I thrust just one more and felt the jizz shoot out of me, load after
load.  I trembled, gasping, as mom's pussy flexed around me.  I stayed
there for a moment just looking down at her.  She looked back up at me, her
eyes full of affection.  Finally, I rolled off of her.  She reached out and
clutched me, one hand on my chest, the other on my brow.  I looked over at
her feeling tired and satiated.  "What now?" I asked

   "Now, just rest honey.  Close your eyes..." I did as she said, closed my
eyes and cuddled up next to her.  At some point, I drifted off into sleep.

   I think the two of us must have just lain there for at least two or
three hours, holding each other as we slept.  The next thing I remember was
a feeling of warmth from below my waist.  A sort of wet, slick feeling
spreading over my body.  My sleep addled brain flashed back to when I was a
kid who used to wet the bed.  My eyes slowly parted, almost expecting to be
in my own bed, with a patch of moisture spreading over my PJ bottoms.

   Mom was crouched before me, her mouth moving up and down on my dick,
which was stirring again.  Her lips moved in and out, her tongue slid
around the tip.  She reached out and started to grope my balls.  Before I
knew it, my cock was rigid again.  I watched in silence, feeling her tongue
slithering up and down my shaft, sucking me gently as she massaged my sack.

   She pulled her head up and grinned at me kittenishly.  She ran her hand
slowly up and down my shaft, while her thumb circled the tip.  Her other
hand was between her legs.  "I love doing this...sucking a man's cock after
he's fucked me," she said.

   "Why?"

   "It's like tasting pure sex.  Tasting my pussy juices, his cum.  It's
sweet and salty, and nasty and delicious....mmmm it makes me so wet." She
started to crawl upwards over my body.  She positioned herself over my
cock, angled it and started to lower herself.  The heat took me back in and
contracted herself around me.  I exhaled slowly.  I looked down, wanting to
see my dick sliding into her, but she nudged my chin.  "No, look at my eyes
honey." So I locked eyes with her.  She settled down on me, purred with
satisfaction then pushed herself back up as she started to ride me.

   "Jason...I've been dreaming about this...mmmm, lying here, playing with
myself...ooh....  wishing you'd walk into my room....mmmm!  So glad it
finally happened!"

   I grabbed her hips as she began to move faster, grinding her against my
thighs, impaling herself on me.  Her back arched and her breasts heaved and
bounced up and down with the rhythm of her body.  I started to thrust
upwards.  She took my hands and moved them up.  She settled them on her
tits and squeezed them.  I pinched her nipples, and her face twisted in
pleasure.  She started to lean backwards as she moved, and her fingers
started to rub her clit.  She was moaning louder now and I thrust up
harder. Her fingers moved fast.  I feel her juices sliding over my cock!

   Her eyes never left mine.  She was looking at me as if to say `all for
you, baby, all for you.' It was so damn hot!  I was breathing hard.  She
stopped moving, leaned over me and whispered in that breathy voice, "I want
it on my knees." Then she was sliding off of me.  I got up as fast as I
could as she was bending over onto all fours.  As I got behind her,
positioned my dick against the wet, pink cleft of her slit, grabbing around
her hips, I asked.  "Did Dad ever fuck you like this?"

   Mom giggled a little as I started to push in.  "Hehe, oooh huh, huh,
never so good baby...it was never so good...you in me...it's like you
belong."

   I started to plow.  I moved so easy, she was so fucking wet.  I was
watching her face on the mirror across from the bed.  Watching her eyes
flutter, her mouth opening and closing, her head bob, her breasts hanging
and bouncing.  I gripped her firmer.  The entire bed was rocking now, just
like it did when Howard was here.  I was panting, my chest was hammering,
and I felt so damn alive.  It was amazing!  Mom started howling.

   "Uuuuh!  Aaaaaw!  God!  Yes!  Uh!  Fuck me!  Make mommy your fucking
whore!  God!  Feels so good to have you back inside me!  That's it!  God
baby mommy's almost there!  Don't stop!  Aaaaaaah!" I tugged back on her
hair, firmly but not too hard.  She was throwing her ass back into my hips.
I plowed ahead, as hard as I could.  I was getting to the edge again.  I
held off as best I could.  She was so tight!

   "I'm cumming!  Mommy's cumming baby!" she croaked, her voice shuddering.
That was all I could take.  "Oh!" I grunted as I exploded into her again.
She laid her head on the mattress, her ass sticking up in the air as I fell
back.  I watched the cum dripping out of her, down her thighs, over her
lips.  Mom crawled around the bed and up to the pillow.  She gave me a
look, a deeply satisfied smile.  "You are going to make a very good husband
someday baby."

   She fell back asleep a few minutes later.  I think I'm going to go and
lay down beside her now.  I love her so much.

   ***

   June 26th

   Dear Journal,

   When I woke up this morning, mom was sitting at the corner of the bed,
still naked with something in her lap.  It was this journal.  It was open
and she was reading it.  My heart stopped, thinking what I'd written over
the past month.  But then I remembered last night, and realized it didn't
matter.  I shifted to my knees and crept over to her without a word.  I sat
down beside her.  She was reading yesterday's entry, a delighted smile on
my face.

   "Morning mom," I said, feeling a little nervous.  A little guilty I
guess.  She looked over at me.  She had that look of some much affection on
her face.

   "Morning.  Jason, honey, you write beautifully."

   I felt myself blushing.  "You really think so?"

   "Yes!  Jason, you capture exactly how I felt...the way you write, it's
so personal, so pretty.  You're going to be a writer someday."

   "Thanks mom that means a lot.  I love you."

   "I love you too honey.  You know what I can't what for?" She smiled at
me mischievously, closing the book and setting it on the bed.

   "What's that?"

   She started to lean over towards me, putting her hand on my thigh.  "To
read what happens next."