Message-ID: <6375eli$9712131344@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: skinner@calweb.com (They) Subject: Rose Cottage A Story of Discovery Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-SMTP: helo news.calweb.com from news@calweb.com server @news.calweb.com ip 208.131.56.3 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3491f69e.3583963@news.calweb.com> 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! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |