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ROSE COTTAGE
Summer of 1997
Private Memoirs of Claire and Jacob Ashton
edited by 1Everready and Rosimonde

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Saturday, June 14

Well, maybe living in Forest Home isn’t going to be all that bad.  I
still miss Beth so 
much.  I really hated breaking it off with her.  We thought we were
going to be together 
forever.  But, we just couldn’t see waiting four of five years, only
seeing each other a 
couple times a year.  So I guess this is for the best.  There are some
cute girls here.  But, 
they all seem to have boyfriends already.  I was so lucky meeting
Beth;  why she took a 
shine to this shy science nerd is a mystery to me.  I don’t think I
will ever find anybody 
like her.

Mom seems happier.  I wasn’t sure we were ever going to be happy again
after dad died.  
And then she told me we were moving.  I felt so betrayed.  First I
lost dad, then  I was 
going to loose Beth and grandma, and everybody else, it seemed so
unfair.  But, I guess 
mom was right, it is peaceful up here.  

And another thing, it’s so  weird -- mom trying to be a mother.  But,
I think I am 
beginning to like it.  However,  she is going to have to learn how to
cook more than 
Spanish omelets and spaghetti with clam sauce.

Claire’s Journal:  Sunday, June 15

It’s been so difficult to pull things together this past year.  I just
sort of drifted from one 
chore to the next without ever really doing anything much about them;
it was just too 
hard.  I always thought of myself as an independent woman, but I never
anticipated being 
a widow, or having to go it alone .  At the funeral, sweet old Aunt Vi
told me it would 
help let out the pain if I kept a journal.  I know that Jacob has been
writing in a diary for a 
couple of years now, ever since that sixth grade project.  My start is
a bit tardy, but here 
we go.

I am excited, for the first time in so long, over making this move to
Rose Cottage.  I liked 
being in the City, close to Mom, and for Jake to have his friends.
But the memories of 
James were everywhere!  

Forest Home is going to be good for us.  I’m going to spend more time
with Jake, get 
involved in his life, fulfill my potential as a good mother  - (yes,
yes . . . and do my 
exercises every morning and give up cream and sugar in my coffee,
well, maybe!).  It’s 
for sure I don’t care if I ever go back to the Agency, and I‘m
counting on the new 
computer consulting stuff to keep me from stagnating.  For
intellectual stimulation, I may 
or may not be able to hack PTA, but I know I’ll never be able to do
The Women’s Club.  
Oh, well.  There are just so many things you can add to your life that
go against all your 
previous experience.

Speaking of which, I must go shopping.  Business suits and silk
blouses will not serve me 
well in Forest Home.  But I just can’t  see me putting this butt into
jeans.  And I can never 
get pants with a small enough waist if they lay respectably over
mother nature’s natural 
padding.  I just wish she hadn’t been so generous.  And cleavage
doesn’t seem to be 
something you see a lot here (except on one or two cute young things);
I’ll have to find a 
compromise with flannel shirts!

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Monday, June 16

Yesterday I finished getting my telescope mounted on the hill  behind
the house.  No light 
pollution is a definite plus to living in the country.  The little
shed we built around it, so I 
can just leave it there, is great.  Now all I have to do is open the
roof and I am ready to 
watch the skies.  So much easier then San Francisco:  hauling the
‘scope up to the roof, 
then calibrating it every time I wanted to do some astronomy  (instead
of just catching the 
view in an open window or two).  Last night I watched Saturn rise, and
took some 
pictures of the Horse Head nebula.  I think they are going to turn out
great.  And when I 
have my dark room set up in the attic, I can develop my own pictures.
That way I don’t 
have to wait two to four weeks to get them back from the pharmacy.

I am not going to admit this to mom yet, but I am liking it here.

Claire’s Journal:  Wednesday, June 17

I cooked breakfast this morning - we ran out of Cherios.  Jacob, what
a sweetheart, ate 
every bit and even smiled at me.  He has the most charming smile; he
has a beautiful 
mouth.  

I MUST call Mom and ask her to recommend a cook book.  You know this
is a small 
place when they don’t even have a McDonalds here!!  Egg McMuffin is no
longer an 
option.  

But it was OK.  I got a chance to sit down with Jake and talk about
the move in regular 
tones; compared to when I first presented the plan to relocate.  I was
hoping (pretty sure) 
that once we got here his sweet, adaptable self would come to terms
with it.  He’s getting 
so big; one of the things I’m grateful for is this opportunity to just
be with him.  James 
and I missed a lot of his growing up.  

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Friday, June 20

Mom and I finished unpacking the last of the boxes this evening.  I
hope I never have to 
unpack another book box again in my life.  I knew we were big readers,
but this is 
ridiculous.  You never know what you really have until you have to
move it.  I think one 
of the reasons mom chose this place was the “library”  -- built-in
shelves on three of the 
four walls and we still filled every shelf with a couple boxes left
over.  Plus my personal 
books and hers.  Oh, well we are done, and truly settled in, I guess
it is official.  
WE ARE MOVED!!!
I still miss Beth.  We have talked a couple of times on the phone.
Finishing our good 
byes, I guess.  We will always be friends I think, but I am going to
have to move on with 
my life.  I hope I can find some nice girl around here.  I wasn’t the
most popular person at 
my old school, but Beth kept telling me I was adorable – I guess it
must be so!  Well I’m 
going to go to bed now, probably have another erotic dream about Beth.
I wonder how 
long it will take to get over missing her?

Claire’s Journal:  Saturday, June 21

The weather is to die for!  I haven’t felt this good in 21 months.  I
want to get out in the 
sunshine and inhale fresh air - the air here is almost too light to
breathe.  

I found Jake in the library and said, “Jacob Ian. . .”  He jumped and
looked guilty.  I just 
managed not to chuckle.  He took a long time to answer when I
suggested we go to the 
deli and pick out things for a picnic tomorrow (next time I’ll cook!).
But he said “umm. . 
..OK…Sure,” and looked like he meant it!  

We drove down to the “general store,” Keebler’s Emporium, I roll my
eyes every time I 
see it.  But they have a small, homey deli and really good things to
eat.  After putting the 
groceries in the car, he let me hold his arm -- in public -- as we
walked over to the ice 
cream parlor and shared a banana split (I ate the cherry and a couple
of teaspoons of hot 
fudge).  

We had a pretty deep conversation:  we talked about life and
relationships.  He’s still 
hurting from having to leave Beth Ann.  I hadn’t realized how manhood
is creeping up on 
him with all its burdens.  Love is not something I thought about in
the same breath with 
Jacob Ian.  It’s surprising to think that Jake is undoubtedly sexual.


JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Sunday, June 22

Mom and I are going on a picnic today.  She said we should celebrate
the end of the 
unpacking.  It sounds like fun.  I really enjoy getting out into the
country, hiking and 
camping.  Dad used to take me and mom up to the Sierras five or six
times a year before 
he became ill.  Yesterday we went to Keebler’s and picked up some
cheese, crackers, 
potato salad, and fried chicken for today.  Mom even bought some wine
for us.  Then we 
went to Bertha’s for ice cream.

LeAnn was working the counter at Bertha’s yesterday.  I have seen her
a couple of times 
around town.   I wish I had the courage to talk to her.  She is really
pretty, and I have 
never seen her with a boyfriend.  Yesterday, she was wearing this low
cut blouse that 
showed the top half of her breasts, and when she leaned forward to
scoop our ice-cream I 
could see all the way down her front.  She had on a white, lacy bra
that barely covered her 
nipples.  I got an instant woody.  I wish it was LeAnn going on a
picnic with me instead 
of mom.  I love mom and I enjoy spending time with her, but I am
getting so horny.  I 
haven’t had sex since that last night with Beth.  I could just imagine
LeAnn and me out in 
country at some secluded spot, kissing and fondling.  I miss having
sex with Beth, almost 
as much as I miss talking to her.

Claire’s Journal:  Monday, June 23

We missed each other at breakfast today .  Even though I have mastered
scrambled eggs 
and salsa, Jake was up and gone by the time I got up.  And in the
afternoon he called to 
say that he and a new friend were going to the soda fountain for one
of Bertha’s burgers - 
these are delicious.  About 6:00p this evening, he blew in and just
tossed off a “Hi, 
Mom,” as he headed to his attic retreat.  I haven’t been up there yet.
I should probably 
do that.

This morning, I masturbated for the first time since the funeral.
Actually, I did it Sunday 
night and twice this morning.

We had our picnic on Sunday.  We talked a lot over chicken legs and
cheese and shared a 
bottle of chenin blanc.  Ultimately, we talked about sex and Beth and
birth control -- and 
orgasms.  Jacob Ian is turning into an amazing man of depth and
secrets; I wonder why 
I’m surprised.  And we laughed more than I can ever remember.  

I grabbed up the last chicken leg just as Jake was reaching for it, he
made threatening 
gestures with his spoon and I tried to make a dash for cover; I was
laughing so hard I 
didn’t see the log and I turned my ankle trying to jump it.  

Jake helped me back down onto the blanket, slipped off my shoe and
made a very 
professional appraisal of the minimal damage.  He got ice from the
wine bucket and 
rubbed it on my ankle - just in case.  I was laying back, enjoying my
first foot rub in a 
long time, even if it was coming from my son.  As I sat up his strong,
capable hands were 
drying and stroking my ankle and I noticed something.  My skirt was
all rucked up and 
Jacob’s eyes were locked onto my crotch with a clear view of the
sheerest white lace 
bikini panties in my wardrobe - I haven’t done any laundry this week,
they were the last 
in the drawer.  And his shorts did nothing to hide his impressive
reaction.  

Time must have passed, and his gaze pulled up to mine with what
appeared to be a great 
deal of effort - his expression was tormented - at length, it was like
he didn’t have the 
power to keep himself from looking back again.  I loved it that he was
looking!  I studied 
the response in his lap and tried to imagine it; I almost could.  When
I looked up, he was 
watching me.  Nothing showed on his face, and I was fighting to keep
mine blank. 

Our gaze never unlocked as Jake helped me up, until he pressed me
against his side.  I felt 
his arm squeeze me and his lips against my hair.  Somewhere along the
line it had all 
come free and was swinging down my back and over my shoulders.  Jake
is blond, like I 
am, but he has his dad’s brown eyes; with the most beautiful lashes .
He held me pressed 
to him for a long, long time before we broke apart and began to pack
up and load the car.  
We didn’t speak after that until we talked about what to do with the
stuff as we stashed it 
in the garage.  

I was afraid to open the journal on Sunday.  Afraid of what I might
write about how 
aroused I felt.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Monday, June 23

The weirdest, scariest event happened yesterday.  It all started while
mom and I were 
having our picnic.  We had this deep personal conversation.  I don’t
how it came up, but I 
told mom I wasn’t a virgin anymore.  Then we had this birds-and-bees
kind of 
conversation.  We were talking about sex, and love, and responsibility
together.  I would 
have thought that would have been uncomfortable to talk about with
your mother, but it 
wasn’t.  It felt kind of nice.  Like we were getting closer. 

Then mom hurt her ankle while trying to escape from me with the last
piece of chicken.  
She laid back while I was rubbing her ankle with ice, so it wouldn’t
swell.  As I was 
working on her, I started noticing how nicely shaped her leg was.  Not
one of those 
skinny sticks you see on so many girls who think thinner is always
better.  

As the concept that my mother had pretty legs was sinking into my
brain, my eyes 
wandered a little higher.  Mom’s skirt had ridden up around her waist.
I could see her 
panties.  They were white, and lacy, and translucent.  I was riveted
by this sight.  I just sat 
there studying her crotch.  The panties didn’t really hide anything,
if anything they 
accentuated her pussy.   I could clearly see the small, dark patch of
hair.  It didn’t cover 
the whole area like I would have thought, if I had ever thought about
this before.  She 
must keep it trimmed.  The idea that she groomed her pubic hair
started to give me a 
hard-on.  And the thin strip of material running between her legs was
slightly pulled into 
the split.  I could distinctly see the outline of her pussy lips.  I
couldn’t move my eyes.  I 
just sat there staring at her cunt, with my cock as hard as it could
be, trying to burst from 
my shorts.

After awhile, I felt her eyes on me.  I looked up bracing myself for
some kind of outburst 
of anger.  She just sat there looking into my eyes.  She didn’t say
anything.  I couldn’t tell 
if she was mad, embarrassed, ashamed, or disappointed.  Maybe some
combination of all 
the above.  I just sat there not saying a word, waiting for her to
decide what to do with her 
perverted son.  But she didn’t do anything, just watched me.  After
awhile I couldn’t look 
her in the eyes any more.  I started to drop my eyes to my hands, but
they caught at her 
crotch again.  It took me a minute before I could tear myself away and
look at my hands.  

Then we got up and started packing to leave.  She leaned on me for
support as she 
hobbled up to the car.  I found myself smelling her hair.  I had
always loved the smell of 
Beth’s hair.  And mom’s smelled just as nice.  It was a very quiet
trip home, neither of us 
talking.  We maybe said five words to each other the rest of the day
before going to bed.

Claire’s Journal: Tuesday, June 24

8:30a, Jake and I came face to face on the stairs this morning.  After
12 agonizing 
seconds - somewhere in my head I counted them - he gave me a quick hug
and flew out 
the front door.

The hug was the high point of my day.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Wednesday, June 25

I have been avoiding mom the last couple of days.  I just can’t get
these sexual images of 
her out of my head.  Monday night, I had another erotic dream.  It
started out like usual, 
Beth and I making love in my old bedroom in San Francisco.   I was on
top of her and she 
had her legs wrapped around my back.  My cock was thrusting into her
pussy at a nice 
and strong, but not urgent, pace - to make it last.  But when I looked
again it was my 
mother under me!  Even in my dream I could tell there was something
bizarre happening.  
I shook my head and Beth was back.  A minute later it was mom again.
They kept 
switching until, at the end, I was fucking both of them at the same
time and it was 
awesome.

When I woke up it was scary, and  I just hustled out of the house
before mom could ask 
me what I wanted for breakfast.  I spent most of the day wondering
around town, and 
sitting at Bertha’s.  The one good thing that has come from this is
that LeAnn came over 
and said hi, while I was moping into my root beer float.  She sat down
and we got to 
know each other a bit.  I think I might have finally made a friend
here.  Maybe even a 
girlfriend.  It is too early to tell that.

Claire’s Journal:, Friday, June 27

I think things are finally settling down.  We had a few very normal
interchanges over this 
week.  I think he’s chasing a girl - how delightful.  I was hoping he
would be able to 
make good friends here. We went to the movies tonight; the old town
hall was having a 
wonderful Bette Davis retrospective and we saw Now Voyager - him for
the first time, 
me for the umpteenth time.  We held hands.

But I haven’t stopped masturbating, two or three times a day.  I dug
out my old vibrators.  
It must be some sort of backlash over the loss of James; I can’t
satisfy myself enough.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Saturday, June 28t

I have been hanging around with LeAnn every day this week.  She has
been showing me 
around town, showing me all the interesting spots.  I was right, she
doesn’t have a 
boyfriend.  Apparently she broke up with her last boyfriend at the end
of school this 
spring.  We have been having a lot of fun together.  She is a really
nice girl, and I am 
beginning to like her a great deal.  She has helped me a lot to get
over leaving Beth.

Now if she could just help me get mom out of my head.  I have been
having such 
powerful sex dreams of fucking mom.  And when I wake up, my dick is so
hard I have to 
jerk off, or I don’t think I would be able to put my underwear on.  I
always try to picture 
Beth or some pinup I have seen in a skin magazine, but my mind won’t
let me.  Pretty 
soon it is my moms lips I imagine sucking my cock.  It is her breasts
I imagine licking 
and nipping with my teeth.  It is her cunt sliding along the length of
my cock.  It is her 
body I am cumming in.  

I try my best to act normal around mom.  I can’t let her know I have
these thoughts in my 
head.  We went to a movie festival yesterday.  We started holding
hands, and it felt just 
like a date and I was really enjoying it.  There were a couple of
times when I caught 
myself trying too reach around mom, as if I wanted to hold her closer
to me, like a 
girlfriend of something.  I did get to hold her for a minute when she
started crying near 
the end of the movie; I wish I could get that affect just lighting up
two cigarettes (well 
maybe not cigarettes).  I kind of hope LeAnn will let me make love to
her.  I think I am 
just really horny because it has been so long since I have had any
sex.  Surely if I can 
start fucking a girl again, these thoughts about my mother will fade
away.

Claire’s Journal: Sunday June 29

1:30 am - it is actually Monday, I suppose.  I came up here to the
bedroom a while ago.  I 
lit candles all over and opened the French doors to the small porch.
The night air was 
like velvet.  I was going to see if a little ambiance would help quiet
my restlessness.  It 
was like the night was drawing me and I took a candle out and set it
beside me on the 
plant stand.  I leaned against the outside wall and shed every stitch
of my clothing, it must 
still be out there.  The night stroked all the tiny hairs on my body.
My nipples engorged 
in a rush that took my breath away  - and I plucked at them.  I looked
up into the stars and 
had the same rush I felt when I looked into Jake’s eyes.  I could feel
his mouth at my 
nipples, soft as a midnight breeze he licked them.  My insides began
to vibrate like a 
steeple bell with the first crack of the clapper, and I hugged myself
trying to ease the 
pleasure and the pressure.  I filled my hands with my own breasts and
squeezed until the 
pleasure was the second level of feeling, but instead of making me
think of something 
else, the pain just flushed into my pussy and engorged all the soft
tissues.  My pussy 
began to throb.  I slid my fingers into the Y and pressed - it felt
like Jake’s hand in my 
mind.  I squeezed my thighs around the fingers and all of my body
tensed - a few muscles 
at a time.  And I couldn’t stop the other fingers from circling my
nipple.  The flesh had 
become puckered and tight.  I teased first one side, then the other.
My clit twitched with 
every tweak.  I stroked two fingers inside of myself; I was hot and
soaked - and it felt 
sooo good.  

I gave in.  I spread my legs, cocked my hips forward and pressed my
pussy out to my 
fingers, leaning my shoulders against the cool wall.  I felt so
carnal; I was opening myself 
to Jake, my god!  I stroked into my cunt and out over my clit, just
letting the pleasure 
simmer; I could feel the heat of Jake near me.  He was stoking my
passion like shoveling 
coal into a steel furnace.  My clit was huge and hard under my
fingers.  I probed into it, 
tormenting the secret kernel.  The wetness was spreading down the
inside of my thighs 
and the orgasm was building from the inside.  Those glimpses of Jake’s
cock at the picnic 
were taking shape inside my cunt.  I opened my eyes to the stars,
blurry as the tears 
leaked out, and came violently, shaking, crying out into the night air
that was suddenly 
cold.  How incredibly awful that it felt so wonderful.

I grabbed the candle and got my biggest dildo and got into that huge
clawfoot tub full of 
hot water, staying until the bubbles evaporated and my skin got pruney
and my cunt felt 
raw.  

The craving is worse instead of better.  

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Monday, June 30

Oh god, mom isn’t making getting over her so easy.  I don’t know why I
never noticed it 
before, but she is an incredibly sexy woman.  She is only about 5’3”.
I am already taller 
then her at 5’9.  And I still have six more years of growing ahead of
me.  I expect to top 
out right around dad’s 6 feet.  But mom sure does pack a lot of woman
onto that small 
frame. She is attractive in a mature sort of way.  When she’s pulled
it all together (hair, 
makeup, clothes) she’s lovely to look at.  Just recently I’ve noticed
that she’s also very 
sensual.  She has big, pretty brown eyes and a small, kind of
cupid-bow type mouth - it 
doesn’t look big enough to give a decent blow job (what a thought!).
There’s a lot of tits 
there, but she doesn’t “flaunt it” as much as I seem to remember she
used to.  I’m more 
blond than she is, her skin is a little olive and tans really nice;
but she complains about 
the sun now that she’s “getting older.”   She has small, fine hands
with tiny oval nails; I 
dream of them caressing my body.    

Last night I was out at my telescope doing some astronomy.  The moon
was at it’s apex 
and I was getting some really nice views of its surface.  About
midnight something 
caught my attention at our house.  

I looked over and I could dimly make out mom on her bedroom patio.
She was standing 
outside holding a candle, just looking into the night.  Then she set
the candle down and 
started moving around like she was taking off her clothes.  I told
myself I shouldn’t look, 
but I couldn’t resist.  I turned my telescope toward our house and I
could see her.  She 
had just finished stripping and I could see her entire body.  It was
like I could almost 
reach out and touch her.  My cock sprang forth to full hardness, and I
couldn’t resist 
reaching down and rubbing it through my shorts.  Mom was staring out
into the night, her 
hands moving on her body.  She started to concentrate on her breasts.
She was pressing 
her fingers into the firm flesh.  I released my cock from my shorts,
exposing it to the 
same cool night air that was caressing my mother.  I focused on her
hands, imagining that 
it was my cock they were squeezing.  

Then she  slid her hand down her belly and into her pussy.  My body
jerked forward, my 
hips thrusting into my hand as my mother’s finger pressed into her
slit.  My mother was 
full-blown masturbating.  She had one hand pulling on her nipples
while she had two 
fingers from her other hand actually inside her pussy.  I had my fist
pumping so hard it 
was almost painful.  I was punishing myself with pleasure for watching
my mom have 
sex with herself and wishing it  were with me.  The expression on my
mother’s face told 
me she was deeply enjoying the feelings.  She leaned back against the
house, spreading 
her legs wide apart.  I focused the telescope onto her pelvis.  I
could see her fingers 
clearly - going in and out of her pussy -  pushing and pulling the
flesh with each stroke.  I 
matched her rhythm with my hand.  Stroking myself, wishing my cock was
where her 
fingers were; I wanted my cock to be inside my mother.  Her hips
started to jerk, and I 
realized that my mother was cumming.  We came together, I shot my
sperm deep into her 
pussy in my mind.

After mom finished she want back inside her bedroom.  I saw the candle
light go into the 
master bath.  I was so turned on by what I had watched, even though I
had just orgasmed 
onto the base of my telescope.  I don’t know what possessed me, but I
went down there 
and snuck up the backstairs to mom’s patio, and took her panties from
where she had 
dropped them.  I then went down to the kitchen door and let myself in;
I went straight to 
my room and masturbated again, feeling the silky texture of mom’s
panties, smelling the 
musky odor.  I can’t believe how sick and perverted I am becoming.

Claire’s Journal: Wednesday, July 2

We’ve made plans to go to the lake with the neighbors for fireworks.  

I feel like it’s fireworks going off in my loins  - what a quaint word
- every time I touch 
Jake, and I can’t stop touching him.

I’ve called Victor; Saturday morning I’m going into the city to spend
the weekend with 
him.  He doesn’t know it but his fondest wishes are about to be
granted.  If I can get well 
and truly fucked, maybe I can get a grip.  

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Thursday, July 3

I can’t get the idea of making love to mom out of my head.  Ever since
the picnic almost 
two weeks ago, I can’t stop looking at my mom as a sexual woman.  And
every time we 
touch it sends jolts of electricity straight to my groin.  Mom has
always been a hugger 
and a kisser.  But, now when she does it, I want to turn her pecks
into passionate kisses.  
When she hugs me, I want prolong it, feeling her feminine curves
against my body.  I 
never really noticed all the touching we did before, but now I react
to every encounter 
with every nerve in my being.

Oh, I am very glad that LeAnn and I are getting so close.  We spent
every chance we 
could get together this week.  Sometimes we would just sit the whole
day and talk, 
holding hands and getting closer to each other.  She let me kiss her
after I walked her 
home Monday night.  It felt wonderful.  But, mom is still constantly
in my thoughts.  
LeAnn’s folks invited me and mom out to their place to watch the
fireworks over the 
lake.  LeAnn hinted to me today that, if I am a good boy scout, I
should come prepared 
for some personal fireworks after the main show.  I am really looking
forward to getting 
my dick into her.  Maybe then I can finally stop imagining it inside
mom.

Claire’s Journal:   Friday, July 4 

Oh is Victor going to be ever so lucky tomorrow.  Jake and I went to
the Holt’s this 
afternoon.  Jake has been seeing a lot of their daughter LeAnn this
last couple of weeks.  I 
am really happy that he has found someone up here.

I thought I could surely get  everything under control, since nothing
has happened 
between Jake and I since that picnic, except the endless rubbing up
against one another.  
Then today we were at the Holt’s.  Their property is right on the
lake, and they have a 
small private beach.  So we all brought swimming suits to pass the
afternoon before the 
fireworks show after sunset.  Jake and LeAnn made a lovely couple
showing off their 
young bodies in bathing suits that only people under 19 can wear.  How
I felt watching 
Jake had to be the perfect definition of sinful.  

We all had fun playing and splashing around in the water.  It was a
lot colder then I am 
used to, but once we got in and started moving around, it was very
refreshing. The kids 
had a lot more energy then us older generation.  After an hour or so,
the Holts and I got 
out and just sat in some lawn chairs set up in anticipation of the
show.  We drank wine 
and got to know each other better.  Bill and Mary are a very nice
couple, and I enjoyed 
their company tremendously.

After the fire works were over, Jake and LeAnn left to take a walk
together.  I figured 
they were going to go find some nice spot and neck under the
moonlight.  I was feeling 
the effects of an afternoon of exercise and wine, so I bid farewell to
the Holts and started 
to walk home.  

It was such a lovely night out, with the moon practically full, I
decide to take the long 
way home along the lakeshore.  I was about half way home in a section
of the shore that 
hasn’t been developed yet, when I heard some soft noises down on the
beach.  I knew it 
was Jake and LeAnn:  I wasn’t able to keep myself from peeking through
the ends of the 
foliage.  I could see them laying on the grassy beach.  Jake was
laying back with his eyes 
closed, and LeAnn had his cock in her mouth.  In my mind, I knew how
it tasted.  Jake 
was obviously enjoying a wonderful blow job; I could see the muscles
of his stomach 
tense and relax to the rhythm of LeAnn’s mouth going up and down his
cock.  She must 
have had a pretty good idea of what she was doing because all of a
sudden Jake moaned 
out loud and tensed his entire body.  LeAnn clamped her mouth around
the shaft of his 
cock.  I could almost see the contractions work from Jake’s balls
through his shaft and 
into LeAnn’s mouth.  She swallowed!

As he cuddled her in his arm, I heard Jake tell  LeAnn that he had
been needing that for a 
very long time.  He told her that she had a really talented tongue and
it was going to be a 
bit before he would be able to get it up again.  So he asked her if
she’d like him to return 
the favor while they waited.  She took his face in her hands and drew
him to her slowly  
as she laid back.  Jake settled down between her thighs and started
kissing them while he 
worked his fingers under her bikini bottoms.  He slid them off her
legs and started kissing 
her pubic mound, working his lips around down between her legs.  He
then energetically 
attacked her pussy with his lips.  Jake seemed to have no reluctance
applying his mouth 
and tongue.  I could hear the loud slurps and sucking from where I was
standing.  The 
way that LeAnn’s head was thrown back, and the moans coming from deep
in her throat, 
clearly showed she was enjoying Jake’s work..  

I was enjoying it right along with her.  My pussy had been dripping
ever since the first 
moment I had seen Jake’s naked cock.  Now, imagining that it was my
pussy under his 
tongue, it was like opening flood gates.  I was touching myself,
watching the lovers on 
the beach, picturing myself out there.  It wasn’t long before LeAnn’s
body tensed and she 
loudly proclaimed her orgasm to the night.  I muffled a matching yelp
of pleasure with 
my knuckles.  With the amazing recovery power of youth, Jake was again
erect and ready 
to go.  He was crawling up LeAnn’s body, positioning himself to plant
that glorious cock 
in the center of her pussy.  I slipped back away from the beach and
returned home as fast 
as I could.  

When I reached the cottage, I was stripping clothes off as I went
through the door and up 
to my bedroom.  I threw myself on the bed, grabbing my dildo from the
night stand, and I 
ravaged my pussy until I could no longer take the pleasure or the
pain.  I then wept, 
berating myself for being such an unfit mother to lust after my son
like this.  

Watching Jake making love was more exciting than anything I have ever
experienced in 
my life. I can’t stop thinking about it; I play it over and over in my
mind and feel the 
pleasure of it every time.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Saturday, July 5

I needed that.  I have been making up for lost time with LeAnn.  Last
night we made love 
on the beach until midnight.  Today LeAnn came over after mom left
this morning to 
spend the weekend in San Francisco.  We have been fucking each other
all day.  We spent 
the rest of the morning in my bed making long slow passionate love
until we were almost 
too exhausted to move.  Then we got up and had lunch in the kitchen
together, without 
bothering to get dressed.  After that, I found out that LeAnn is a bit
of a wild cat as we 
screwed each other in the kitchen “for desert,” then later in the
living room watching old 
movies.  After dinner we even did it out on mom’s patio for the world
and the heavens to 
watch.  LeAnn is officially spending the night at a girlfriend’s, who
is covering for us, 
since mom isn’t due back until tomorrow afternoon.  She is calling me
from my bedroom 
at this very minute.  I am not sure I am going to get any sleep
tonight.  If this doesn’t cure 
me of my Oedipus complex, nothing will!

Claire’s Journal: Sunday, July 6

That’s better.  Dear, sweet Victor was everything he always promised
me he would be if 
I’d just let him demonstrate.  I think I could love Victor in some
other time.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Thursday, July 10

LeAnn is everything a guy could want.  She is pretty, smart, fun, and
willing to have sex 
anytime we get a chance.  So, Why Can’t I Stop Thinking About My Mom!
I expected 
after last weekend I would be satiated, especially since we have sex
any chance we can 
get a bit of privacy.  But every time I see my mom, my eyes are drawn
to curve of her 
bosom, the roundness of her ass, and the joining of her legs.  And I
get another hard on.  
Even if I have just fucked LeAnn, my body wants more sex, and it wants
it from mom.  
My imagination is still making up scenarios where mom and I end up
making love in her 
bed, on the couch, in the kitchen, in the meadows.  Anywhere.
Everywhere.  

I think I am losing the fight for control of myself.  I find myself
holding mom a little 
longer each time we hug, finding any excuse I can think of to grab her
hands.  Making 
sure we brush each other when are passing in the hall or stairs.  I am
starting to hope that 
she will find out how excited I am, and this really scares me.  I
mean, if mom found out I 
wanted to fuck her, she would send me away to juvenile hall or
something.

Claire’s Journal: Saturday, July 12

I’ve put off writing this week.  Jacob Ian can’t seem to stop touching
me.  And my body 
fairly squirms with delight and burrows into his hands every time he
does it.  In my mind 
I’m concocting scenarios for stepping gracefully out of his reach, but
they never get 
translated to my body.  I seem to be two beings all the time.  

I want to kiss his chiseled mouth until . . . what?

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Sunday, July 13

I can’t believe what I have been getting away with.  I think I have
done just about 
everything but put my hands under mom’s clothes.  And she has never
said a word, or 
pulled away in shock, or anything.  I could almost imagine she wants
me to touch her 
sexually.  I keep getting bolder and bolder.  Part of me is hoping to
get caught so mom 
will get mad at me and I can get this thing into perspective.  Part of
me is wanting to take 
this further and further.  But she doesn’t say or do anything when I
brush my arms against 
her breast or let my hands fall onto her butt when we hug, or look
directly at her bosom 
when she is in her bathrobe.  I just can’t believe all of this, it is
too weird.  Where is it all 
leading???? 

Claire’s Journal: Tuesday, July 15

I’ve taken to prowling around in the wee hours with a candle, like the
kid in the nursery 
rhyme (or perhaps something more wayward).  I went up to the attic
long before dawn 
yesterday.  Jake’s door was ajar and I pushed it a little further open
and peeked in.  

We watched each other watching; it was dazzling.  He was naked on top
of the bed and he 
had his prick in his hand.  When I first saw him he was already very
close to orgasm.  His 
rhythm barely faltered as I pushed the door wider and braced myself
against the frame, 
just watching.  He was so beautiful.  We glanced at each other from
time to time, but I 
wanted more than anything else to see him cum.  He had to have known;
he played 
himself for me like a fine instrument, and when he came it was a
crescendo.  

Before reality could spoil it, I closed the door and went down to the
library.  I haven’t 
slept since Saturday night because every time I lay down and close my
eyes, I see Jake.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Wednesday, July 16th

This is getting way out of hand.  Monday morning mom watched me
masturbate.  It was 
so exciting.  I was laying on my bed, rubbing my cock imaging mom
making love to me.  
When, though my half closed eyes I saw her open the door, and she
stayed to watch me!  
We had discussed masturbation at that fateful picnic so mom knew I did
it, but I never 
thought she would just stand there and watch me do it.  

I know I should have been embarrassed, I should have stopped and
covered myself up, 
but I didn’t; I didn’t want to.  I just lay there rubbing my cock
looking into my mom’s 
eyes.  And she just stood there her eyes fixed on my fist going up and
down my cock.  I 
could sense I was having an effect on her.  As I got closer to cuming,
mom got more 
tense, as if she was rising toward orgasm right along with me.  I was
feeding off mom and 
she was feeding off me.  I was building to a glorious finish and mom’s
energy was just 
making it even more spectacular.  I closed my eyes as a massive climax
shook my body.  
When I relaxed enough to open my eyes, mom was gone.

I had almost convinced myself it was a dream, an hallucination from my
desire.  Then last 
night, mom fell asleep reading a book in the library.  She was
sprawled on her side along 
the chaise lounge wearing a thin little summer dress.  In her sleep
the spaghetti straps had 
slid off her shoulders and I could see almost her entire breast.  Mom
has taken to wearing 
less clothes around the house.  She almost never wears a bra anymore
when we are at 
home.  And with the summery house dresses she has taken to, I have
caught a couple of 
glimpses of her bare butt when she has leaned forward in front of me.


Now here she was sleeping, her breasts practically exposed to me.  I
could see the edge of 
her aureole.  I was frozen in place.  I couldn’t move away.  I stood
there staring for an 
eternity.   Then, like in a dream state, I stepped close and knelt in
front of her.  I could 
feel her breath hot on my skin.  I reached out a trembling hand and
gently touched the 
swell of one breast.  I froze as my mother sighed in her sleep.
Another eternity passed as 
I waited for her to wake up.  When she showed no further signs of
waking, my fingers 
slipped under the edge of her dress and stroked her nipple.  I could
feel it swell under my 
fingertips.  Mom sighed again, and I thought I heard a small “yes”
slip from her lips.  I 
was encouraged by the depth of mom’s slumber and my self destructive
desire to be 
caught in a compromising position.  I tweaked mom’s nipple between my
fingers and I 
spread my palm over the surface of her breast.  I could actually feel
her pulse quicken.  I 
switched to her other breast and stroked that nipple into erection.  

Amazed at the brazenness of my actions, I unbuttoned the top button of
her dress.  A 
moment later I undid the second and third buttons, this exposed my
mom’s entire bosom 
to my gaze.  I started kneading her breasts again; I squeezing slowly
until I was leaving 
white pressure marks in her flesh like I had seen her do to herself
the other night with my 
telescope.  This actually caused mom to moan in her sleep.  My heart
leapt into my throat 
when she did that, but I did not release her breasts.

I began to smell a light musky scent.  I was exciting my mom and she
was lubricating in 
her sleep.  I couldn’t resist.  I slipped a hand under the hem of her
dress to see how wet 
she had gotten.  When my fingers touched my mom’s pussy a deeper moan,
almost a 
growl emanated from her throat.  I could feel the heat and moisture
with my finger.  My 
mom was really turned on.  I wondered who she was dreaming about
having sex with --  
she would be horrified to know it was actually me.  And I desperately
wanted her to 
know, so that she would punish me, so she could make me stop, so she
would let me!  

I started rubbing my finger along her slit, picking up the
lubrication, then I slipped it 
inside her.  She was moist and hot, and the flesh felt firm and
wonderful under my 
fingertips.  As I started stroking my finger in and out slowly, mom
spread her legs in her 
sleep, giving me freer access to her pussy.  I unbuttoned the rest of
the dress so I could 
see her body as well as feel it.  Now that I had better access , I
could slip two fingers into 
her.  I started fucking my mom with my hand, and I could tell she was
liking it.  Her hips 
were gently rocking with the rhythm.  I again copied the method I had
observed her using 
on her balcony.  I could sense that I was building a powerful orgasm
in her body.  She 
began to slip over the edge.  Her moans were very loud in an otherwise
silent library.  I 
was amazed she did not wake up.  Then it happened!  She spoke in her
sleep.  “Yes, Jake.  
Yes.  That’s it, fuck me Jake!”  

MY MOM WAS DREAMING OF ME!!!.  I quickly pulled my fingers out of her,

buttoned the dress as fast as I could, and beat a hasty retreat to my
room.  I still don’t 
know what to make of all this.  …

Claire’s Journal: Saturday, July 19

I got in the proverbial bathtub.  I seem to do my best thinking,
relaxing, planning, 
surrounded by bubbles and the smell of the earth after a rain (Jungle
Showers bubble 
bath).  I usually close my bedroom door unless I’m just puttering, but
it was wide open 
when I came out of the tub.  I stood naked in the doorway of the
bathroom, and Jacob Ian 
stood just inside my bedroom devouring me with his eyes.  I wanted to
preen for him.

I said “Hi.”  (merciful heaven!).  He came towards me and I put out my
hand.  He 
touched the tips of my fingers, then turned very fast back to the
door.  He was almost 
through when I called his name; it was a frantic sound even in my own
ears.  He stopped, 
turned partially toward me, but didn’t look at me.  His hand moved
down along his hip 
and over his cock; it was incredibly erotic.  I cannot remember the
last time I wanted 
someone the way I wanted my son at the moment he walked out into the
hallway.

I laid down on the bed and cried until I was exhausted.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Sunday, July 20

I am beginning to believe that mom wants to have sex with me.  After I
had calmed down 
from Wednesday night’s foolishness, I had almost convinced myself that
mom was just 
dreaming, and we really can’t control our dreams.  Just because she
had an erotic dream 
about me, doesn’t mean she would ever actually have sex with me.  That
would be stupid.  
But mom seems to be inviting me.  How am I supposed to behave in this
situation.  All 
my common sense says it is wrong and immoral to have sex with your
mother.  But my 
hormones are not listening.  They make me hard every time I sense my
mother near.  

Yesterday evening I walked in to my mothers bedroom to ask her a
question.  She had 
just stepped out of the bath.  She didn’t even have a towel wrapped
around her.  I couldn’t 
help but stare.  After a moment, she broke the silence with a simple
“Hi.”  Just as if it 
was perfectly normal for a son to stand in front if his naked mother,
devouring her with 
his eyes.  I felt myself pulled to her.  I so wanted to caress her
body, to trail kisses along 
all her curves.  She reached out a hand to me, and I reached mine out
to take hers, to take 
her into my arms, into my bed.  But, when I touched her hand, what we
were about to do 
hit me like a ton of bricks.  I bolted toward the door, toward safety.
She called my name; 
I stopped for a moment, almost giving in to the desire.  I turned
towards her, my hand 
caressed my hard cock, I wanted to make it as obvious as I could.  I
wanted her to see 
what she does to me - every time I look at her.  

I went straight to LeAnn’s house.  I needed release.  Luckily LeAnn
answered when I 
pounded on their door.  I pulled her outside and growled my need for
her.  She took me 
out behind a storage shed in back of their house.  She just pulled her
panties out from 
under her skirt, then leaned forward against the wall of the shed.  I
lifted her skirt from 
behind, dropped my pants and undershorts around my ankles, and mounted
her.  I was not 
a considerate lover, I was an animal.  I masturbated hard into LeAnn’s
cunt.  I am 
incredibly glad that she is so understanding and likes me so much,
because she didn’t 
complain or anything.  

I felt a bit better after I came hard in her cunt, except that I
almost yelled out mom’s 
name.  After I calmed down, I took her out to a nice dinner.  I won
her a little stuffed bear 
in one of those crane games.  I tried to make it up to her with a
night on the town, such as 
it is in a small town.  I feel guilty using her like that.  If I don’t
get this mother/son thing 
worked out, I could loose LeAnn, I could loose mom, I could loose my
mind.  I just don’t 
know what to do.

Claire’s Journal: Friday, July 25

Today - we kissed!  

I was standing out on the back patio watching the dawn; the sun rises
on the other side of 
the house but the back view is spectacular.  I’d made coffee and when
I began to smell it, 
I turned to go inside.

Jake was there.  Just behind me.  I practically stepped into his arms.
He sort of enclosed 
me and I slipped my arms around his slim waist.  He leaned into me and
I felt his mouth.  
Everything unfolded all of one piece, like a ballet.  I opened my lips
and he poured kisses 
into me.  Like one bottle from another we filled and emptied each
other and the air 
warmed around us.  The rapture spilled over and pooled like honey in
the sunshine and I 
melted in his arms.  He could have done anything with me.  I’d have
given him anything.  
But he resettled me on my feet and touched my face briefly.  He smiled
softly, and 
turned, saying, “There’s coffee, Mom.  I’m going to LeAnn’s.”  He was
gone before I 
could clear my mind.

When Jake finally came home this evening, he peeked into the library -
I suppose to find 
me.  He looked at me and smiled a greeting.  He stood there only a few
seconds, but it 
was long enough to see the outline of the erection inside of his
jeans; since the beach and 
the bedroom scene,  I knew just what it looked like.

I recreated it in my mind in every intimate detail I could recall.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Saturday, July 26

I have been working hard on figuring out my feeling and desires toward
mom this week.  
I have spent a lot of time on the computer researching incest, reading
literature posted by 
“survivors support groups.”  I have also looked into the incest
related news groups and I 
even found a chat room where people interested in incest gather to
talk and share.  It has 
been interesting.  I have discovered a lot of people fantasize about
this.  At least 95% of 
the stuff in the news groups and chat room was made-up fantasies.  But
I found a couple 
of nice people with real experiences to share.  I have talked to a
couple of them by e-mail 
and chat.  They were very nice and honest and I think very helpful.  I
don’t consider 
myself the sick animal I used to.  It is, after all, not so unusual to
want your mother; she is 
a female, and when you get right down to it, that’s all the human
animal really cares 
about.  It is society that makes us distinguish certain females from
others.  I don’t know if 
I still need to  have sex with mom.  But I don’t disgust myself
anymore just because I 
think about it.  This has helped a lot.  

And the first giant step:  we kissed yesterday.  It was as far from a
motherly kiss as it’s 
possible to get!.  We seemed to make love with our mouths; it was
awesome and strange.  
And afterward I felt OK with myself.  I still wonder where this is all
going to end up, but 
at least I don’t disgust myself anymore.  Also not being so torn up
inside has made it 
easier to communicate with LeAnn again.  I didn’t want to lose her
anymore then I 
wanted to lose mom.

Claire’s Journal: Monday, July 28

We are being terribly polite and gentle with each other.  Jacob keeps
coming to see where 
I am, but he is also keeping his distance.  I miss his touch very,
very badly.  It’s so 
exciting and so tense and so bizarre

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Friday. August 1

It is hard coming to grips with myself about this desire I have for my
mother.  With the 
help of the people I have met in cyberspace, I have been able to
accept the fact that my 
body gets aroused when I am around her.  I am male and she is female,
and deep in our 
animal make up is the need to propagate the human species.  

Getting to this point calmed me enough to start looking closer at
those feelings in me.  
This is more there then mere animal attraction.  My emotions are all
mixed up in this.  I 
love my mother, but not just as a son, more and more I am finding I
love her as a man.  I 
don’t want to just mate with her, I want to pleasure her.  I don’t
just want to fuck my 
mom, I want to make love to her.  God that is a scary thought!  I
don’t know what I am to 
do.  Can I suppress this desire for the next four years.  That seems
impossible to me, but 
what are the consequences if I don’t.  This is the hardest dilemma I
have ever 
experienced.  I hope I can do the right thing.  

Claire’s Journal: Monday, August 4

This morning I waylaid Jacob; I was standing at the bottom of the
stairs with a bowl of 
pancake mix.  But why I was there had absolutely nothing to do with
breakfast.  

He said, “Mom. . .,” and his voice seemed to finished with what are
you doing?  This is 
crazy?  I just set the bowl down on the landing and waited.  My heart
was beating so hard 
I had to take small, short breaths, and I was lightheaded.  When he
pressed me up against 
the wall with his body, I could feel the bulge against my hip.  I’ve
never looked at him 
since last Tuesday that he hasn’t had an obvious erection; he never
tried to hide it.  His 
hands slipped along the wall, palms pressing into my ass, pressing me
to him.  We kissed 
until my mouth ached, until he had me with my legs around his waist,
my back against 
the wall, and his cock one half inch from my cunt; two layers of
clothing and one half 
inch and it couldn’t have been farther away if he’d been in the next
room.  

Jake let me down slowly and held me until we were both breathing
somewhere in the 
normal range.  Then he took both my hands in his and kissed my
fingertips before he 
walked out the front door.

I did some more crying.  It didn’t help, it just made me ugly.  I was
standing there 
sniffling and wiping at my nose when he came charging back in.  He
swept me up in his 
arms and kissed my mouth, just touching my tongue with his.  He
whispered, “I love 
you,” and left me there again.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Tuesday, August 5

I guess it is going to be up to me if mom and I are not going to loose
control.  It is 
becoming very clear that mom would let me make love to her.  We about
lost it Monday 
on the stairs; I picked her body up and pressed it into the wall with
mine as our tongues 
did to each other what our loins would do if we let go.  I fought for
control of myself, I 
put her down on her feet again.  When my heart was finally beating
solely in the confines 
of my chest, I kissed her hands and left to think.  I could tell my
mom was hurt when I 
left so abruptly.  It broke my heart, so before I had gone more then
10 steps I went back, 
kissed her tear streaked face and then quickly left again before I
lost my resolve. 

I have got to figure this out.  Do I fight this; do I let it happen?
I wandered the rest of the 
day, aimlessly.  Thinking, coming to grips.  I don’t know!  I really
want to let this 
happen.  But isn’t it supposed to be so very wrong?  But how can
something so wrong 
feel so right?  I still don’t know what I am going to do.  This is the
kind of stuff you are 
supposed to go to your parents for advice about, but that doesn’t work
for me here, does 
it?

Claire’s Journal: Wednesday, August 6

We’re living in a soap opera!  Our stress level is agonizing - I get
no work done.  This 
morning I didn’t make breakfast; no one is eating it.  But I dropped
my cup of coffee all 
over the floor when Jacob came into the kitchen and demanded, “Mother!
Do you want 
to fuck me?”

I just said, “yes,” very softly.  I had started to bend over to pick
up the broken cup when 
he pulled me into his arms and growled, literally, and kissed me
breathless.  When he let 
me go, he sat down at the table, fussed with the salt and pepper,
looked at me and tipped 
over the chair as he stormed out and upstairs.  That didn’t last one
minute and I heard him 
fly back down the stairs.  He grabbed my hand and we walked into the
library and 
cuddled together on the chaise.  We were there for a very, very long
time, kissing softly 
now and then, snuggling.  I was afraid to say or do anything to break
the spell.  Parts of 
me were numb when he finally slipped out of my arms and kissed me
good-bye, saying 
he was going to LeAnn’s.

I started to put in another call to Victor, but I hung up. It won’t
help.

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Thursday, August 7

Well there is no doubt about it.  Mom wants to have sex with me.
Yesterday I couldn’t 
stand the question hanging over us anymore.  So I asked her, “Do you
want to fuck me?”  
She said, “Yes.”  It was almost too soft to hear, but it was there.  

We both want each other.  There is nothing really holding us back
anymore.  I took her 
into the library.  I was going to let it happen.  We started kissing
and touching.  But, it 
didn’t happen.  I am not quite ready for this.  Two months of thinking
and agonizing and 
wishing and now here it is, and I am not quite ready.

I went out and picked up LeAnn.  We spent the day talking about
nothing, holding hands, 
cuddling.  We made slow tender love in the afternoon.  But, it isn’t
going to be enough.  
LeAnn is going to be gone the next two weeks visiting relatives in the
Midwest.  Without 
her for release, I am going to seduce my mother  --  soon.  

I have been thinking about it all evening.  Planning just the right
way to do it.  So many 
possibilities exist.  I could sneak up from behind as she works on her
computer.  I could 
come down to breakfast and wrap my arms around her when she gives me
my morning 
kiss.  I could let her catch me masturbating in the living room, or
something.  I could 
walk in on her as she masturbates, which I hear her doing almost every
night.  However it 
happens, I am going to trail kisses down her body, working my way down
to her pussy.  
At this point I just breakdown into a morass of desire.  I am shaking
as I write this.  I 
don’t know if I will sleep tonight.  

Claire’s Journal: Saturday, August 9

I’d had my bath, put on a wrapper and walked through the dim, empty
house.  I looked 
into the attic, knowing Jacob was not there, and walked slowly down
the stairs to the 
library.  I was sitting in the big chair, not reading - I just can’t
concentrate, but looking 
out into the gathering shadows.  I hadn’t heard Jacob come into the
house, much less the 
library (which was a change from his recent loud, wild antics), but I
felt him at the foot of 
the chaise and looked up - first his prick, hard and stretching
against the material of his 
clothing - then his face; it was anguished.  I sat up, a little jolt
of fear in my stomach 
because he looked so distressed.

“No, Mom,” he said, putting out a soothing hand but not touching me.
“I’m OK.”  I 
should have relaxed then but it was obviously not all he had to say.

He turned away, paced, came back and dropped to his knees beside the
chaise, “I’ve 
rehearsed this for days.  I’ve played it out in my mind so often, I
had every word ready to 
say,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “every action was so carefully
planned.”

I wanted to say, “What is it, darling!”  I wanted to stroke his cheek.
But he was in too 
much pain to touch, like an animal fighting a trap.  

The next instant he buried his face in my lap and I stroked his hair,
it was damp and he 
was hot.  I felt his hand caress up my thigh under the little wrapper,
and I felt the fear and 
pleasure gush through my belly.  I just unsnapped the wrapper, all the
way, and let it 
drape open.  His hand touched me lightly everywhere he could reach,
like a starving 
thing, unable to eat because there are too many choices.  What a
perfect metaphor, 
because eat, he did.

When Jacob whimpered and pressed his face to my crotch, I just opened
to him.  I held 
his head in my hands in the classic pose and reached for his face with
my pussy.  As he 
began to tentatively explore all the secret parts of me with his
tongue and his fingers, I 
felt the tension flow away from us.  I again felt the honeyed pleasure
that curtained 
around us like a blessing.  I encouraged him and whispered a little
gentle coaching.  He 
wasn’t a pro but he was ardent and anxious to please.  There wasn’t
any deviation, the 
pleasure just built, steadily, without a hitch, right into a glowing
orgasm.  I wanted to cry 
out and moan and writhe around and tell him all the wonderful things
he was doing to 
me, but I didn’t do any of that, I just panted a little and sighed
heavily as the orgasm 
flooded my senses with gold.  

As I began to get control, we smiled at each other.  I knew he wanted
to ask . . ., “It was 
wonderful,” I promised him, meaning every word, and his wet grin was
gladdened.  

There was unmistakably more that he wanted to say and I waited, quiet.
But he didn’t 
say it.  He stood up; he was close enough to touch and I reached for
his swollen prick.  He 
moved into my hand until I touched him for the first time.  Divine!
He whispered, “I 
want to, Mom, really bad.  I will next time, I promise.”  Then he
turned away from my 
fingers.  As he stepped through the doorway, I called to him, “Jake, I
love you back.”

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Sunday, August 10

I’ve done it!  I have had SEX with my mom.  Well not completely,. . .I
licked her pussy 
yesterday.  It was so wonderful, I almost lost my mind.  I was so
nervous.  I had already 
chickened out several times trying to approach her, to touch her the
way both of us so 
wanted to be touched.  I almost chickened out again yesterday as I
went into the library.  
Mom was there, all she had on was this light robe she wears after her
bath.  After almost 
walking out again, I knelt in front of her.  I wanted to go slow, I
wanted to kiss and 
cuddle and let the moment build.  But I felt my resolve slipping
again.   What I was going 
to do terrified me as much as it excited me.  Before it was too late,
I just did it.  I put my 
lips against my mom’s pussy and kissed her.  

Once I was started, there was no going back.  I just started kissing
and licking.  Thrusting 
my tongue into her vagina.  Pressing my tongue against her clit.  Mom
ran her fingers 
through my hair.  She guided my face with her hands, and words,
telling me how to 
pleasure her.  I listened.  I followed her gentle lead.  And it wasn’t
long before she was 
cumming on my face.  I lapped the juice with my tongue, I rubbed my
face into her 
pussy.  It was so wonderful to please mom as a man. 

I got up, I was feeling such strong emotions of happiness, of
pleasure, of love.  I wanted 
to continue, but I got nervous again.  What if we regretted this in
the morning?  All the 
bad “what ifs” flooded back into my brain.  After standing next to mom
for what seemed 
an eternity while her fingers traced my prick outside my pants, I had
to walk away.  I 
wanted to be inside of her more than I wanted to breathe.   This was
going to take time to 
get used to.  I paused at the doorway as mom told me she loved me.
Somehow I knew 
this was a different kind of love.

Claire’s Journal: Monday, August 11

I had to enter this much while I could still remember it; I suspect it
will be overshadowed 
by the rest of the evening.  This morning Jacob waylaid me; one
doesn’t generally think 
of the stairs as the ideal place for sexual encounters.  As I was
going down the stairs, a 
step at a time, he was coming up.  We met on the third stair and he
had me in his arms, 
his mouth consuming mine, our bodies begging each other for
fulfillment.  I was on my 
knees in front of him before I could help myself.  I had wanted this
every waking moment 
since I touched him.  I just knelt there looking up into his face, and
he freed his cock for 
me.  It was the most seductive thing I’d ever seen.  I made love to
him, my mouth giving 
every gift of pleasure I knew how to effect, spurred on by every ounce
of desire I’ve felt 
for so many days I’ve lost count.  He came heavily and loudly down the
back of my 
throat, and I swallowed over and over, shaking with pleasure.  

This time I got up and kissed his face and escaped to the garage.  How
unseemly it would 
have been for me to beg him to fuck me right there on the stairs.  I
got into the Toyota, 
the one with more miles on it than is good for any vehicle, and roared
out onto the back 
road and drove way too fast for a very long time.  It didn’t make me
stop wanting to feel 
him buried to the hilt inside of me.  

So, there isn’t going to be any more waiting, or stopping, or
worrying:  Jake and I are 
going to make love - full stop.  It’s 6 O’clock and Jake is in the
kitchen putting the 
finishing touches on a romantic dinner for two.  I am up in my room
getting dressed up 
for him.  .  This is going to be the night to remember!

JACOB’S JOURNAL:  Tuesday, August 12

Well this is the morning after.  Mom and I are lovers.  The final act
started yesterday 
morning when I met mom on the stairs.  I grabbed her and kissed her,
pouring my desire 
into her body.  She then got down on her knees in front of me, staring
at me, begging me 
to give myself to her.  I freed my cock, and she sucked me into her
mouth.  She started 
licking and sucking, it felt so good feeding myself to mom.  The
pleasure was 
overwhelming.  I came harder then I have ever have before.  When we
were finished, it 
was mom’s turn to be troubled by what we had done, and she fled the
house, blasting out 
of the drive way in the old car spewing gravel clear up to the front
porch.

I waited for the rest of the morning for mom to get back.  While
waiting I came to the 
conclusion that there was no use fighting this anymore.  We were past
the point of no 
return.  Since it was going to happen, we might as well give in
gracefully and enjoy 
ourselves.  I started working up ways to approach her to put us both
at ease.  As it got 
close to dinner time, and she hadn’t returned yet, I decided to cook
us a romantic dinner 
for two.  I got a couple of steaks out and set them up marinating. I
mixed up a salad. I set 
the table with long candles and our best china and stem ware.  I lit a
fire in the library 
fireplace.  I put some romantic, classical music in the stereo.  Then
I dressed in my best 
suit and waited for mom to get back.  

Mom returned a little before 6 pm.  I asked her to get dressed up in
her best finery and I 
would get the steaks cooking.  I said I would have dinner ready in
about 1 hour.  I took it 
slow, giving her time to clean up and dress.  At about 7 pm, she came
downstairs in this 
WHITE DRESS, sort of a slip thing.  The thin spaghetti straps
accentuated a bare expanse 
of neck and shoulders down to the low scoop of the neckline.  It gave
a clear view deep 
into mom’s cleavage with the mesmerizing jiggling of her breasts
attesting to the lack of 
any constraint.  This was confirmed when she twirled for me and I saw
that the back of 
the dress dropped to within a breath of the small of her back.  When I
stepped into her 
embrace for a kiss, I was close enough to see, even in the subdued
lighting from the 
candles, the dark circles of her aureoles.  When she laughed softly,
it took me a moment 
to realize that it was with pleasure that I was looking at her.
Holding her, I didn’t think I 
could get any harder until she touched her nipple with a fingernail;
it crinkled up  -- and I 
got a lot harder.  She whispered, “I perfumed them with Obsession.”  I
wasn’t aware of 
the smell until she told me, and then I wanted to cum with every
breath I took.  

Backing away from her was a mistake.  I looked down and  I could also
see the dark 
rectangle that attested to the fact that she wasn’t wearing any
underclothes at all.  
Combined with her scent, I was almost powerless to stop myself from
taking her right 
then.  But, she was wearing the little charm bracelet I had given her
on her birthday, and 
it caught on my sleeve.  It took us a couple of minutes to get it
unhooked, and that was 
enough distraction to keep me from pulling her down on the floor with
me.  Of course, I 
noticed the only other thing she was wearing were these black high
heels that accentuated 
the curves of her legs.

I escorted her to her chair in the dining room and helped her into her
seat. I went to the 
kitchen and returned with our dinners.  I sat down and poured each of
us a glass of 
Opus 1.  There wasn’t a lot of conversation during dinner.  It was
mostly spent holding 
hands and looking into each others eyes.  It felt amazing, sitting
there absolutely certain 
about what we were going to do that night, with no doubts left from
either of us.

After we finished our meal, I grabbed the bottle of wine and our
glasses in one hand, put 
my other around mom’s waist and went into the library to sit in front
of the fire and finish 
our wine.  I sat down, with my back resting against the chaise, mom
sat in front of me 
between my legs, my arms wrapped around her.  We still had few words
for each other.  
The evening was unfolding so perfectly that no discussion was needed.
We sat there 
sipping our wine, luxuriating in the glow of the fire and of our own
senses.   We felt no 
need to rush, we just waited until the time was right for me to start
kissing mom’s neck.  I 
hugged her to me, as my lips descended to the back of her neck.  I
felt a shiver of 
excitement course through her as my lips touched her skin.  I worked
my mouth over to 
her shoulder and up her neck.  She leaned her head back against my
shoulder as our lips 
met for that first kiss as real lovers.  An electric shock went down
my spine straight to my 
dick.  

As the kiss lingered, our tongues caressing, I slipped the straps of
mom’s dress off her 
shoulders.  Letting the dress fall to her waist, I cupped one of her
breasts with one hand 
and again the perfume was intoxicating.   I slipped my other up her
thigh until it came in 
contact with her pussy.  I completely engulfed her with my body.
Wrapping her with my 
legs and arms.  Covering her mouth with mine, her breasts and pussy
with my hands, 
touching her at as many points as I could.  Our kisses became more
energetic as our 
excitement rose.  She then turned in my embrace so that she was facing
me.  Pushing me 
down to the floor, she proceeded to undress me.  I helped her with the
various buttons and 
zippers, raising my body off the floor here and there until I was
completely naked.  Mom 
slipped her dress the rest of the way off, and lay along side my body,
so our uncovered 
skin touched each other from head to toe.  We resumed our kiss,
exploring each others 
bodies with our hands.  

Mom started to trail a line of kisses down my body, slowly covering
the territory form my 
mouth to my cock.  Pausing for lingering moments at my nipples, the
sides of my chest, 
my belly, detouring down my thighs, before she zeroed in on my prick.
She then 
proceeded to give my genitals a tongue bath of epic proportions.
Covering my sexual 
organs from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock.  She spent
time licking me under 
my balls, sucking the balls into her mouth one by one, and together.
Rubbing the sack 
with her rough tongue.  Bathing my cock completely with her tongue
before she took the 
head into her mouth.  Even then the tongue was providing mind blowing
sensations by 
pressing and rubbing into the sensitive glands as she held just the
head in her lips for a 
minute before beginning to slowly inhale my cock into her mouth, her
tongue pressing 
into the base tube as she descended until she held me completely in
her mouth.  She 
started to move her mouth up and down my cock in a steady rhythm
slowly increasing in 
tempo, as she encouraged my matching thrusts with her hands; stroking
my thighs, 
rubbing my chest, squeezing my buttocks.  Our gazes locked together as
she shared her 
pleasure in pleasuring me.  It was not long before the oral sex ended
in my cumming in 
mom’s mouth.  As she swallowed my sperm, she smiled at me with her
eyes, continuing 
to hold me in her mouth until I finished and she had licked me clean.

It was my turn to take the lead.  I sat up into mom’s embrace.
Kissing her deeply I 
lowered her to the floor.  I started to caress her body, lightly
running my fingers across 
the surface of her skin.  Using my lips, hands, fingers, and hair, I
stroked and caressed 
mom’s body from head to toe.  Then I started in on her breasts,
messaging my fingers 
deeply into her flesh.  Stroking the nipples with my finger tips.
Swabbing across the 
aureole with my tongue, then blowing across the damp surface with my
warm breath.  As 
mom’s pleasure grew, I started nursing on her breast, sucking the
nipples deeply into my 
mouth, rubbing the tips with my rough tongue; while my hands descended
across her 
belly to her pussy.  I stroked my fingers up and down the outer lips.
Taking my time, I 
slowly worked a finger around and into her clit.  Stroking my finger
down between her 
outer lips, picking up the lubrication then stroking back up flicking
her clit with my 
finger tip.  Mom’s hips started thrusting into my hand.  Her urgency
seemed to increase 
out of control and I grabbed and held both her hands with one of mine
to keep her from 
pulling me to her.  I knew she could make me lose control, just a
little more 
encouragement and I would have forgotten everything I wanted to do to
her body just to 
fuck her because she needed it so much.   

When I started pressing the  fingers of my other hand inside her
gorgeous cunt, she 
stopped urging me and just lay there moaning under my hands.  I
inserted one, then a 
second finger - fucking into my mom’s pussy, my palm applying pressure
to her clit and 
pubic mound.  I worked my left hand into her, while I kept a vise-grip
on her wrists with 
my right,  and my lips were locked with hers.  I kept this up right
through mom’s orgasm, 
I don’t think it was the first, taking her over the edge, and then
bringing her slowly back 
down to earth.

After a powerful orgasm each, we just lay on the floor, in front of
the fire, whispering our 
affections and acceptance of each other.  When my body started to
recover, and my cock 
was getting erect, Mom rolled over to face me and started kissing me
and fondling it.  
When it was firm enough she guided it insider of her .  We spent a
long time just like 
that, laughing and playing.  With my very hard prick in her very fine
cunt, we continued 
our conversation, just thrusting enough to keep me hard and joined to
her body.  We 
played with each other for as long as we could possibly stand it;
neither of us wanted the 
pleasure to stop.  We stayed connected like that through the first
orgasm I would ever feel 
my mom have, for an endless amount of time, before we started
thrusting together in 
intercourse.  

When my thrusts started to take on the urgency of approaching orgasm,
mom rolled onto 
her back, and had me mount her with her legs bent up and supporting my
chest, ankles 
around my neck.  She urged me with hands, voice and hips to thrust
powerfully into her.  
I doubt if my mind could have overridden my body’s desire to follow
her instructions if I 
had wanted it to.  It wasn’t long before I was cumming, my cock
pressed deep into her 
pussy.  

After we could breath calmly enough to talk again, we separated and
decided we needed 
to clean up and go to bed, it was almost 1:00 am by then.  While mom
went and cleared 
the table, she insisted I go get into her bed.  I took the opportunity
to record my thoughts 
while they were fresh in my mind. 

Claire’s Journal: Wednesday, August 13

My lover is Jacob Ian, from yesterday until forever.

Cuddling against him in the library, when his lips grazed the back of
my neck, my whole 
body flooded with sensation - in a whoosh - right down to my toes.
And then we shared 
that first genuine kiss as lovers - that never-before meeting of both
mouths and both 
minds with one willing thought.   We kissed until all my bones were
jelly.  When he 
cupped my pussy in his palm, I didn’t think I could wait - I wanted
that perfect moment 
so much, but I wanted it NOW so much more.  He helped me until we were
naked.  The 
sight of him was so overwhelming, I wanted to weep, I wanted to fuck
him instantly, and 
I wanted to lay beside him and let the touch of him pour into my body
forever.  

We replayed the exquisite movements of oral sex that we had already
shared.  It was 
known ground and not quite so scary.  I wanted to create a pleasure
that would never be 
topped, and I used every skill I had ever learned to create paradise
in his cock.  

I knew he would return the favor; my pussy ached with the thought of
his tongue.  I knew 
he would bury his mouth in my sex and give me ecstasy.  But he was a
great deal more 
adroit than I had thought.  He made tactile love to my body with his
lips and fingertips 
that had me sobbing his name before his fingers crept into my mound.
When he touched 
my clit, I had that rare tenuous butterfly cum that that happens when
you are way too 
excited.  And I lost it; I begged him to fuck me.  But he didn’t.  

My hands were flailing, I wanted to pull him to me and into me, and he
grabbed my 
wrists and held them tight while he continued to torment my body with
his mouth and 
free hand.  I didn’t have any more control over the situation; I
couldn’t think or speak, I 
could only feel.  It was Jacob Ian. . . and his hands were giving me
the most intense 
pleasure I had ever felt.  The next climax brought tears to my eyes
and they leaked off my 
temples.  I don’t think he noticed, and I didn’t want to explain that
the release was so 
great it needed more than orgasm.  

When a little tender fondling had brought about a resurgence of his
desire, I straddled 
Jacob Ian’s body and we performed the final act of intimacy.  

I held his hot, swollen prick in my hand and lowered my body onto it,
filling up my cunt 
with the joy of him, inch by inch.  We were both grinning so wide it
was painful by the 
time I was firmly planted on his lap.  We laughed softly and started
several sentences, 
trying to tell each other how incredible it felt to be joined.  We
couldn’t formulate 
anything comprehensible, but we kept giggling and trying.  I would
lean over and kiss his 
stuttering mouth and stop his thought; and just as I had the right
words he would squeeze 
my breasts in his hands and I could do nothing but gasp and rock on
his prick until he 
asked me to stop.

We did that for a long, long time.  Sometimes I would reach down and
rub my clit while I 
rocked; I rubbed it very gently but even that little touch would bring
me close to another 
orgasm.  We didn’t specify it but we both knew we wanted to make our
first fucking 
continue till the very last possible instant.  

In the end Jake asked me to cum around his cock, he wanted to feel me
in the quiet of our 
playing.  I leaned back and put his fingers on my mound and he probed
in for the tight, 
sensitive kernel, and when he stimulated it, I just spilled my orgasm
over him, clenching 
and jerking around the anchor of his prick.  I think he was hard put
not to cum with me; 
he stiffened and closed his eyes and panted.  

After that, it was just the last strains of the dance as we moved
together toward the finish.  
He laid me back and while he was on his knees, I drew my legs up his
chest and had him 
hold my thighs and enter me like that (my favorite position), the
penetration was 
exquisite.  I was able to return every thrust, as he pounded his prick
against the back wall 
of my cunt, exploding bloom after bloom of gratification into my
belly.  I could feel him 
as he hardened toward release; I felt him throbbing as he drove semen
into my womb.

I wanted to sleep with Jake, and to wake up with him.  I asked him to
share my bed and 
he agreed.  I wanted to give him time to get used to the idea, so I
sent him up first.  When 
I got there he was kicked back on the bed with another splendid
erection in his hands.  I 
love watching him stroke himself.  

Considering how comfortable we were together, I suggested a bath.  We
took a bubble 
bath together and finally snuggled down into bed about three in the
morning.

This morning as the sun came up, we woke up in each other’s arms, and
we want to wake 
up that way as often as we can, forever.  I had to have coffee.  We
made love on the back 
patio with coffee and dawn.  And then I straddled Jake in the kitchen
chair at the 
breakfast table, so we never got to eating breakfast.  We fell asleep
in the library till lunch 
time.  

I found it hard to make sandwiches at the counter with my son moving
inside me.  When 
he reached around and began fingering my clit, I nearly cut myself, so
I had to stop using 
the knife (as I wasn’t going to ask him to stop fingering me!).  We
ate the sandwiches, 
even if there wasn’t any tomato, or mayonnaise - we were really
hungry!  Then we went 
back to bed.

We went out to dinner at this small Italian restaurant; but it was
terrible trying to keep 
from touching each other in a private way in a public place.  This is
too small a town to 
take many chances.   

We left and I played with his dick on the whole drive home.  We took
most everything 
home in a doggy bag, opened a bottle of wine and ate it cold.  We
didn’t care because we 
were both so hot.  Dinner wasn’t done before we were chasing each
other up the stairs to 
the bedroom.

Whenever we weren’t fucking, we were talking about how good it felt to
be fucking.  We 
shared our concerns of the past weeks, and why and how we had overcome
them.  We’re 
going to go back to bed together now, and I said we’re going to sleep
and not fuck 
tonight.  I don’t think Jake agrees with me..

Claire’s & Jacob’s Journal, Friday, August 22

It’s almost midnight.  Jacob is typing and I am sitting on the desk
trying to dictate while 
he fingers my pussy.  We wanted to record the past week together.  We
have shared our 
journals with each other, chronicling our coming together over the
past weeks.  I was a 
little embarrassed until I noticed how hard he was.  I put oil on his
gorgeous prick and 
asked him to jerk himself off while he read so I could watch (that was
just before we got 
to the part where I first watched him play with himself in his room).


What a kick, making myself cum while I read how mom felt about it and
let her watch 
me.  She’s a pretty kinky babe, my mother!

We have been naked for about ten days now.  We only put on clothes
twice, once for the 
dinner fiasco and once to go to the store (she wouldn’t let me feel
her up in the frozen 
food section).  It is a good thing LeAnn has been on vacation with her
folks the last 
couple of weeks.  I think she might have caught on to me and mom..  I
really want to get 
her into the house and naked with us, but it’s probably too risky
right now. 

School begins in a couple of weeks, and the idyll will be on hold.
But that doesn’t mean 
that we won’t be making love ardently and often.  It just means that
there will be work 
and homework and sports and housework and LeAnn and all the real world
stuff.

It’s so cool, my mother says that I mustn’t give up fucking LeAnn;
that she’s sure I’ll be 
able to handle the two of them when things begin to settle down here.
I actually can’t 
wait to be with LeAnn again, and mom knows it and wants me to as soon
as possible - 
this weekend, I hope.  Maybe I’ve died and gone to teenage heaven!

Mom says, these are the years of the biggest changes in a young man’s
life.  We have no 
idea how we will work in girlfriends, and graduation, and college -
let alone marriage and 
children.  But however those things affect our lives, we don’t want to
ever totally give up 
this incredible attachment.  We don’t intend to break this bond, so
there has to be a way 
to work it though the fabric of our everyday lives.  It’s just going
to take some careful 
planning.  

Each transition will just be another episode in the Ashton chronicles!






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