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June 4th
Dear Journal,
Well, I’m here, my first night at my Mom’s place. So far, things are good, though it’s a little weird being here. When I saw Mom at the Airport this afternoon it was the first time I’d seen her in nearly a year. She’d changed enough that I had to double check to be sure before I went over to her in the terminal. Her blonde hair was cut up to her neckline, she was wearing sunglasses, she was tan, and moreover, she looked somehow smaller than the last time I’d seen her. She hadn’t lost weight or anything, she’s always been a healthy size, not fat, not skinny, but still she seemed to have shrunk.
I didn’t realize why, until she said it. When I walked up to her, feeling a little shy, she seemed surprised to see me. “Jason? Holy cow! You’re taller than me! Oh my god! You’ve gone and grown up!” she said. I smiled at her, realizing it was true; I was now an inch taller than her.
“Hi mom.”
“Come ‘ere, give me a hug sweety,” she said, holding out her arms. I wrapped my arms around her. I smelled the familiar scent of her hair, sweet, and fruity. Right away, I felt a rush of memories, like a spark of static electricity. And something else. Something…I don’t know. I felt my heart racing for a second, and my head swimming.
“Well…welcome to California, heh, come on, let’s get your stuff in the car. We can grab a bite to eat on our way home.”
We got my bags loaded into her car, and sat as we drove down the expressway. We chatted a little, trying to make small talk. It was a little tricky. Mom and Dad got divorced when I was six, and I’ve lived with Dad ever since. I’ve seen Mom a couple a times a year for ten years, but we’ve always had a continent between us for the most part. We just, don’t know each other all that well. I mean I love Mom, and I know she loves me; it’s just that…It’s hard thinking of her as my mother. I guess we’re gonna have to change that.
So we stopped off at a diner and had some burgers. She filled me in on her job, what her neighborhood was like, how there were kids around my age, (of course since it’s already summer vacation, I won’t get a chance to meet any of them in school!) I filled her in on my grades, if I was dating anyone (yeah right!). We chatted a little about Dad and his new job working overseas, if he was dating anyone and in general tried to get each other up to speed.
When we were done, we went up to her place. A nice house in the suburbs, set back from other houses, with a big yard and pool out back. (Can’t wait to try it out!) It felt warm and inviting inside, she had made up a room on the second floor for me. She stood next to me by the bed and squeezed me up against her. As she did I felt that…whatever it is, pass through me again, though not as strong this time. She said, “Welcome home Jason” soft and gently. And, I guess that’s where I am.
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June 5th
Dear Journal,
The craziest thing happened today! I feel kinda weird just thinking about it, but I feel like I have to write about it. It woke up this morning after my first night in Mom’s house. I was still feeling a little weird being here, almost like I was a trespasser. But I could smell coffee wafting up from downstairs and felt my stomach rumble. I poked my head out the door into the hallway to scope things out. I could hear the coffee pot burbling, and the shower running. I figured I would slip downstairs, sit down, have a cup of coffee, and have a bowl of cereal while mom was in the bathroom. She’d come downstairs, see me up already, and we’d be a little more comfortable. It wouldn’t be like I was cramping her style. I was about to head into the hallway, when I froze. I was so used to living with dad I was about to walk out in my boxers (not that that would have mattered too much, more on that later.) I pulled on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt and started down the hall.
I got down to the table, poured some coffee, found some cereal in the cabinet (she had picked up some Lucky charms for me, guess she remembered they were my favorite) and settled in. I was relaxing, enjoying my breakfast and thinking about what I was gonna do for the day. A few minutes later, the shower turned off. I heard steps coming down the stairs.
“Good morning honey,“ Mom Said. I glanced up from my cereal to say good morning back, my mouth was open but right then I found I couldn’t say anything. She walked down to the table, her head was wrapped in a towel, she was wearing a white robe that was open and she was naked underneath! I could see everything!
Her body, still slick from the shower was totally exposed. Long smooth legs and thighs, mid-rift, bellybutton…her breasts and nipples (they were pink!), even her, um…man this is hard to get out… even her bush. I could see the small patch of dark hair between her legs. I felt my cheeks start to burn. I was trying to say something but all that came out was “um…” Mom must have seen something in my face. She looked at me curiously.
“Jason, what is- oh!” She looked down at her naked body and quickly pulled her robe closed. I looked away fast, but even as I did, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to forget it. “Oh my god!” she muttered, tittering nervously, “Jeeze I’m sorry honey. I guess I’m too used to living alone. I’m pretty casual around here. Gotta remember I’ve got someone else in the house,” she said as she tied the belt around her waist and walk over to the coffee pot.
“No, it’s ok Mom,” I said, not quite looking at her. “It’s your house.”
“Thank you dear, but really, I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”
“No sweat, really, I mean, it was nothing. Um… so, you have any plans today?” I asked, as I tried to look back up at her. Her cheeks were red as she as she poured herself a mug, and she smiled shyly at me as she pulled out a chair and sat down.
We shot the shit for a bit. That was all weird enough, but the really weird thing was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. As we sat there talking I kept picturing what I had seen beneath her robe. I could picture it perfectly in my brain and I couldn’t stop seeing it. All day it’d keep flashing in my head. While I was watching TV, or sitting on the patio out back reading, I’d see her standing there, naked.
Finally, around four o’clock in the afternoon I went up to the room (my room gotta get used to thinking of it as that). I knew why I was going, but I wouldn’t admit it to myself at first. Mom was out by the pool smoking a cigarette with a paperback novel in one hand. I got to the room, and shut the door behind me. I stood looking at the bed for a second, and then, god this is weird to write but I gotta get it out, I started slip out of my clothes. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans, then finally tugged off my boxers.
I stood there naked for a second, before lying down over the sheets. I stared up at the ceiling, and then closed my eyes. I could see her. I imagined her standing there, hair in the towel, perfect round breasts with small pink nipples, neatly trimmed trail of pubic hair between her smooth thighs, framed by the open white robe. I reached down between my legs and found myself hard. I started to stroke the shaft, picturing her, feeling dirty and wrong as I did, but so, so excited and hard too. The bed started to squeak as I started to stroke faster. I pictured every inch of her body in perfect detail. I imagined her face, innocently smiling at me, not realizing she was totally exposed to me. I rolled my thumb over the throbbing tip of my dick, wet with pre-cum. My jaw was clenched shut. I could her myself grunting, I was breathing hard. And then in my brain, mom opened her mouth and whispered ‘like what you see baby?’ I exploded! I groaned softly. I felt the usual splash as the jizz of my stomach. My arm was dead with exhaustion and fell to the mattress. I lay there, quietly panting.
A second later, I heard a creak. It sounded like something moving outside my door. I opened my eyes and over at my door. It was open. Just a little crack, but it was totally open!
*
June 6th
Dear Journal,
Scorcher today. Decided to try out the pool finally. It’s blocked from the street by the house on one side, and trees on the other three, giving it a nice secluded feel. Dressed in my trunks and with a towel draped over my shoulder I stepped off the patio, eyeing the cool blue water greedily.
“Good morning honey,” I heard from beside me. Startled, I looked over. Mom was sitting on a pool chair, dressed in a green two piece, smiling. I smiled back, “Oh, morning mom. Figured I’d try out the pool, if that’s cool. It’s brutal out here today!”
“Sure thing! Gotta put on some sun block first though. Can’t be too careful out here in Cali,” she said, handing me the bottle. Shrugging I started rubbing it over my body, thinking how good it’s be to slip under the water.
“Sit down. Let me get your back and shoulders,” Mom said. She shifted on the chair to make room for me as I handed her back the bottle. She started rubbing the greasy cream over my shoulders. There was nothing particularly odd about it, just a mom rubbing sunscreen on her son’s back. Except…it didn’t feel like that to me. I mean, I guess I don’t know how it’s supposed to feel (I never grew up with a mom around most of the time remember), but I felt was kinda weird. Like nervous and excited. Having her touch me like that, slowly, gently, tenderly, it felt kinda like…holding hands with a girl for the first time. Leaning in for a first kiss? My heart was beating hard, and I felt unsteady.
“There. All done.” Mom said. I said thanks, went to stand up, and as I did, got a bit of a scare. My shorts. They’d become a bit of a tent. I sat back down, and clenched my thighs together. Mom looked at me curious glance. I struggled to try to cover. “Um…do you want me to do your back mom?” I asked. Mom seemed to think over for a second then shrugged.
“Sure, thanks!”
She laid herself face down on the pool chair. I gaped a little when I saw how the back of her bathing suit bottoms disappeared up her…well you know. You could see a lot is what I mean. I picked up the bottle, but as I did, she reached back over her back and tugged at the strings of her bikini top. The strings fell to the sides and her back was bare.
“Don’t want tan lines,” she muttered, as she tilted her head to the side. I stared down at her back for a moment, swallowed and then squirted the lotion onto her. I put my fingers on to her skin and started to move them, rubbing the cream in. I felt my heart in rattling in my ribcage! I lathered it over her shoulders, down to the small of her back…and yeah a little farther down I guess, almost to the line of her thong. The webbing on the inside of my trunks was digging into me. Finally, I pulled my hands away. I was sweating. Trembling. There was an ache in my stomach! (Oh god, it’s so weird to think about!)
“Thanks honey,” she said softly.
“No problem,” I said. I got to my feet, trying to stay as bent over as I could and rushed over to the water. I jumped in and felt the cool waters take me in. As I sank to the bottom, I thought, something very, very funny is going on here.
(Later)
It’s the middle of the night, but I wanted to put this down before I went to sleep. I was just out of my room, taking a piss. As I was coming back, I had to pass by Mom’s bedroom door. While I was staggering back in the dark hall, I heard something. It was very low and faint, but the house was quiet and I heard it clearly. It was a kind of a hum, like an electric razor, a ‘bzzz’. It got gradually louder and louder as I got closer to mom’s room. When I passed by I could see a sliver of light, like from a nightstand lamp, coming from the corner of the door. It was open. I looked. Just turned my heard, attracted by the sound. From the angle I was at, and how much door was open, all I could see was the very foot of her bed and one of mom’s bare feet. The buzzing continued, and then a few seconds later, her foot twitched, the toes curled and her heel shook. I heard a muffled gasp, “huh!” Then the Buzz stopped.
I started to walk away. I took one-step, when I heard a long, loud creak. I froze, waiting for mom to call out, or get up and throw the door open. Neither happened. I scurried back to my room. I’m tired, but before I go to sleep… I think… I’m going to need to do one more thing before I go back to sleep.
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June 10th
Dear Journal,
The past couple of days have been…interesting. Mom and I have been hanging out, falling into a sort of routine. She had to go back to work, so I’ve had the house to myself. I’ve been trying to get out when it’s not too hot. I’ll go out walking around the neighborhood, stop off at the gas station for a coke, or Mcidies for a burger. I’ve seen a few kids around my age around. I’ve thought about trying to go over and introduce myself, but they’re always in groups. I mean what am I supposed to do? Walk over and say, “Hey, I’m Jason, I’m sixteen and I just moved here, you guys wanna be my friends?” So I’ve kept to myself.
Then back at the house mom will get home after her day at work. We’ll talk and watch TV and eat dinner. It’s all very... well, I wanna say normal, but there is something else going on. For instance, mom still comes down to breakfast in her robe. She keeps it closed now, but I still see it just beginning to slip open and she doesn’t seem to mind it too much. And then there’s how we keep brushing up against each other. In the hallway, in the kitchen, going into the bathroom, we keep ending up bumping into each other. Our bodies will slide by each other, and I’ll smile and she’ll smile and say ‘excuse me.’ But I don’t know if it’s all that accidental. The other night while we were sitting on the couch, she took off her shoes and was rubbing her feet. I saw and asked, “Want me to do that mom?”
She seemed to think it over then smiled, “You sure sweety?”
I nodded, “Sure mom, what are sons for?”
She shrugged, “Well if you’re offering I won’t say no, but careful you don’t do it too well. Otherwise I’ll start demanding it.” She swung her feet up onto my lap (god, right over my junk) and reclined on the couch. I started to knead the skin, running my fingers over the balls and arches. I don’t have thing for feet, don’t get me wrong, but touching her… that was nice. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and she was cooing softly.
“Mmmmm you do that very good,” she crooned.
“Feel good?”
“Oh yeah. Too good. Sorry, but you’re on the hook now.”
“Happy to be of service. You don’t have many people who’d um….rub your feet mom?” I asked, hearing my voice tremble. She half opened her eyes and smiled coyly at me.
“A few…not all that many though…and none do it this nicely.”
“Did Dad ever do this?”
She laughed, “Heh! Nah, your dad wasn’t all that interested in things like…foot rubs.”
It’s become out routine now, that every night she’ll come home, we’ll eat dinner, sit down on the couch afterwards and she’ll take her shoes and put her feet up on my lap and I’ll massage them. That was all interesting enough, but then yesterday night something different happened. After I’d been massaging her for a couple minutes, she asked, “Jason, I think I left my phone in my room, can you run a grab it for me?”
“Sure thing mom.” I headed down the hall and into her open door. The bed was made and the room was in order. The phone was on top of the dresser. As I walked over, I noticed the others were closed securely, but the top drawer was open. When I got there and picked up the phone, I looked down. There were some lacey things inside, panties, bras, and stockings. On top of it all, was a vibrator. It was seven inches long, and made of purple rubber. My eyes fixed on it. I flashed back to the other night, and thought about her foot twitching. I thought of the muffled “huh!” I imagined her naked on her bed, with that fake cock between her legs, throwing herself all over the bed. I was shaking.
I picked up the phone and turned out of the room. I walked down the hall slowly. She was lying on the couch. She looked at me, her eyes were bright and clear, but she wasn’t quite smiling. “Find it?”
I nodded slowly. I held out the phone after moment, I almost had forgotten I was holding it. “Good. Thanks dear.”
*
June 15th
I’m ready to admit it. I want her. I know it’s wrong. She’s my mother. But I don’t see her that way! At least… not all the way. It’s like… she’s maybe 50 or 40 percent my mother and the rest. She’s just… a really hot woman. A woman I live with. A woman who I’m around all the time… who I get to touch…and see nearly naked. Oh god. I’m going crazy.
And I don’t think I’m alone. If I wasn’t sure after the night I found (was shown) her dildo, the past few days have. The day after I gave mom that foot rub, I decided to test things. See where things stood. That morning, I got up, dressed only in my boxers as usual and got out of bed. But instead of pulling on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt, I walked out into the hallway in just my boxers. I nearly jumped back into my room at first. But I gave it a moment. Took a deep breath and walked down towards the kitchen.
Mom was already in the kitchen, fresh out the shower in her robe, coffee mug in one hand, paper in the other. I was terrified, ready for her to scream, or worse (soo much worse) laugh, but I tried to sound cool as a cucumber when I said “morning mom.” She looked up, and her eyebrows rose just a little. She was silent a second, and in that second I felt her eyes scan me, from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair.
Then she smiled calmly and said, “Good morning Jason, sleep well?”
I sat across from her, relaxing a little, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of being here like this. I was still jittery and nervous and felt just a little foolish, but I also felt exhilarated oddly. We chatted, we sipped coffee ate some muffins. All the while, I had my eyes on her and she had them on me.
“Any plans today?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Might jump in the pool, care to join me?”
“Sure thing,” she said smoothly. I don’t know she was already planning what came next but it certainly caught me off guard. Around noon, I wondered down to the poolside in my trunks. Mom was there, lying stretched out on her back on the pool chair in her sunglasses, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray besides her. She was topless. Breasts the size of large oranges stood out from her bare chest. I stopped in my tracks. My mouth hung slack. I swear I could actually feel all my blood surging up to my cheeks and down to my crotch. I my stomach fluttered. She looked up and grinned nonchalantly.
“Hey. Thought I’d soak up some sun.”
“Cool,” I said, hoping I sounded as calm. I knew I was blushing. I knew she could see it. And I was trying (so, so, so hard!) not to stare at them. I wasn’t doing a very good job I’m afraid to say. Kept feeling my eyes dropping, getting sucked back to those beautiful tits. Suddenly I had another issue brewing. I was swelling up and fast. I couldn’t move, worse I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stand there looking at her while my flagpole went to half-mast in my swim shorts. I turned around finally, maybe a little too awkwardly and dropped into the water.
When I came back up, I paddle out to the deep end and treaded water for a minute, watching her, laying there, not a care in the world. Puffing elegantly on her cigarette, stretching her arms out over her head. As she stretched, her chest heaved out and the sun bounced off them brilliantly. She glanced over at me and saw me watching.
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Dear Journal,
Well, I’m here, my first night at my Mom’s place. So far, things are good, though it’s a little weird being here. When I saw Mom at the Airport this afternoon it was the first time I’d seen her in nearly a year. She’d changed enough that I had to double check to be sure before I went over to her in the terminal. Her blonde hair was cut up to her neckline, she was wearing sunglasses, she was tan, and moreover, she looked somehow smaller than the last time I’d seen her. She hadn’t lost weight or anything, she’s always been a healthy size, not fat, not skinny, but still she seemed to have shrunk.
I didn’t realize why, until she said it. When I walked up to her, feeling a little shy, she seemed surprised to see me. “Jason? Holy cow! You’re taller than me! Oh my god! You’ve gone and grown up!” she said. I smiled at her, realizing it was true; I was now an inch taller than her.
“Hi mom.”
“Come ‘ere, give me a hug sweety,” she said, holding out her arms. I wrapped my arms around her. I smelled the familiar scent of her hair, sweet, and fruity. Right away, I felt a rush of memories, like a spark of static electricity. And something else. Something…I don’t know. I felt my heart racing for a second, and my head swimming.
“Well…welcome to California, heh, come on, let’s get your stuff in the car. We can grab a bite to eat on our way home.”
We got my bags loaded into her car, and sat as we drove down the expressway. We chatted a little, trying to make small talk. It was a little tricky. Mom and Dad got divorced when I was six, and I’ve lived with Dad ever since. I’ve seen Mom a couple a times a year for ten years, but we’ve always had a continent between us for the most part. We just, don’t know each other all that well. I mean I love Mom, and I know she loves me; it’s just that…It’s hard thinking of her as my mother. I guess we’re gonna have to change that.
So we stopped off at a diner and had some burgers. She filled me in on her job, what her neighborhood was like, how there were kids around my age, (of course since it’s already summer vacation, I won’t get a chance to meet any of them in school!) I filled her in on my grades, if I was dating anyone (yeah right!). We chatted a little about Dad and his new job working overseas, if he was dating anyone and in general tried to get each other up to speed.
When we were done, we went up to her place. A nice house in the suburbs, set back from other houses, with a big yard and pool out back. (Can’t wait to try it out!) It felt warm and inviting inside, she had made up a room on the second floor for me. She stood next to me by the bed and squeezed me up against her. As she did I felt that…whatever it is, pass through me again, though not as strong this time. She said, “Welcome home Jason” soft and gently. And, I guess that’s where I am.
*
June 5th
Dear Journal,
The craziest thing happened today! I feel kinda weird just thinking about it, but I feel like I have to write about it. It woke up this morning after my first night in Mom’s house. I was still feeling a little weird being here, almost like I was a trespasser. But I could smell coffee wafting up from downstairs and felt my stomach rumble. I poked my head out the door into the hallway to scope things out. I could hear the coffee pot burbling, and the shower running. I figured I would slip downstairs, sit down, have a cup of coffee, and have a bowl of cereal while mom was in the bathroom. She’d come downstairs, see me up already, and we’d be a little more comfortable. It wouldn’t be like I was cramping her style. I was about to head into the hallway, when I froze. I was so used to living with dad I was about to walk out in my boxers (not that that would have mattered too much, more on that later.) I pulled on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt and started down the hall.
I got down to the table, poured some coffee, found some cereal in the cabinet (she had picked up some Lucky charms for me, guess she remembered they were my favorite) and settled in. I was relaxing, enjoying my breakfast and thinking about what I was gonna do for the day. A few minutes later, the shower turned off. I heard steps coming down the stairs.
“Good morning honey,“ Mom Said. I glanced up from my cereal to say good morning back, my mouth was open but right then I found I couldn’t say anything. She walked down to the table, her head was wrapped in a towel, she was wearing a white robe that was open and she was naked underneath! I could see everything!
Her body, still slick from the shower was totally exposed. Long smooth legs and thighs, mid-rift, bellybutton…her breasts and nipples (they were pink!), even her, um…man this is hard to get out… even her bush. I could see the small patch of dark hair between her legs. I felt my cheeks start to burn. I was trying to say something but all that came out was “um…” Mom must have seen something in my face. She looked at me curiously.
“Jason, what is- oh!” She looked down at her naked body and quickly pulled her robe closed. I looked away fast, but even as I did, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to forget it. “Oh my god!” she muttered, tittering nervously, “Jeeze I’m sorry honey. I guess I’m too used to living alone. I’m pretty casual around here. Gotta remember I’ve got someone else in the house,” she said as she tied the belt around her waist and walk over to the coffee pot.
“No, it’s ok Mom,” I said, not quite looking at her. “It’s your house.”
“Thank you dear, but really, I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”
“No sweat, really, I mean, it was nothing. Um… so, you have any plans today?” I asked, as I tried to look back up at her. Her cheeks were red as she as she poured herself a mug, and she smiled shyly at me as she pulled out a chair and sat down.
We shot the shit for a bit. That was all weird enough, but the really weird thing was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. As we sat there talking I kept picturing what I had seen beneath her robe. I could picture it perfectly in my brain and I couldn’t stop seeing it. All day it’d keep flashing in my head. While I was watching TV, or sitting on the patio out back reading, I’d see her standing there, naked.
Finally, around four o’clock in the afternoon I went up to the room (my room gotta get used to thinking of it as that). I knew why I was going, but I wouldn’t admit it to myself at first. Mom was out by the pool smoking a cigarette with a paperback novel in one hand. I got to the room, and shut the door behind me. I stood looking at the bed for a second, and then, god this is weird to write but I gotta get it out, I started slip out of my clothes. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans, then finally tugged off my boxers.
I stood there naked for a second, before lying down over the sheets. I stared up at the ceiling, and then closed my eyes. I could see her. I imagined her standing there, hair in the towel, perfect round breasts with small pink nipples, neatly trimmed trail of pubic hair between her smooth thighs, framed by the open white robe. I reached down between my legs and found myself hard. I started to stroke the shaft, picturing her, feeling dirty and wrong as I did, but so, so excited and hard too. The bed started to squeak as I started to stroke faster. I pictured every inch of her body in perfect detail. I imagined her face, innocently smiling at me, not realizing she was totally exposed to me. I rolled my thumb over the throbbing tip of my dick, wet with pre-cum. My jaw was clenched shut. I could her myself grunting, I was breathing hard. And then in my brain, mom opened her mouth and whispered ‘like what you see baby?’ I exploded! I groaned softly. I felt the usual splash as the jizz of my stomach. My arm was dead with exhaustion and fell to the mattress. I lay there, quietly panting.
A second later, I heard a creak. It sounded like something moving outside my door. I opened my eyes and over at my door. It was open. Just a little crack, but it was totally open!
*
June 6th
Dear Journal,
Scorcher today. Decided to try out the pool finally. It’s blocked from the street by the house on one side, and trees on the other three, giving it a nice secluded feel. Dressed in my trunks and with a towel draped over my shoulder I stepped off the patio, eyeing the cool blue water greedily.
“Good morning honey,” I heard from beside me. Startled, I looked over. Mom was sitting on a pool chair, dressed in a green two piece, smiling. I smiled back, “Oh, morning mom. Figured I’d try out the pool, if that’s cool. It’s brutal out here today!”
“Sure thing! Gotta put on some sun block first though. Can’t be too careful out here in Cali,” she said, handing me the bottle. Shrugging I started rubbing it over my body, thinking how good it’s be to slip under the water.
“Sit down. Let me get your back and shoulders,” Mom said. She shifted on the chair to make room for me as I handed her back the bottle. She started rubbing the greasy cream over my shoulders. There was nothing particularly odd about it, just a mom rubbing sunscreen on her son’s back. Except…it didn’t feel like that to me. I mean, I guess I don’t know how it’s supposed to feel (I never grew up with a mom around most of the time remember), but I felt was kinda weird. Like nervous and excited. Having her touch me like that, slowly, gently, tenderly, it felt kinda like…holding hands with a girl for the first time. Leaning in for a first kiss? My heart was beating hard, and I felt unsteady.
“There. All done.” Mom said. I said thanks, went to stand up, and as I did, got a bit of a scare. My shorts. They’d become a bit of a tent. I sat back down, and clenched my thighs together. Mom looked at me curious glance. I struggled to try to cover. “Um…do you want me to do your back mom?” I asked. Mom seemed to think over for a second then shrugged.
“Sure, thanks!”
She laid herself face down on the pool chair. I gaped a little when I saw how the back of her bathing suit bottoms disappeared up her…well you know. You could see a lot is what I mean. I picked up the bottle, but as I did, she reached back over her back and tugged at the strings of her bikini top. The strings fell to the sides and her back was bare.
“Don’t want tan lines,” she muttered, as she tilted her head to the side. I stared down at her back for a moment, swallowed and then squirted the lotion onto her. I put my fingers on to her skin and started to move them, rubbing the cream in. I felt my heart in rattling in my ribcage! I lathered it over her shoulders, down to the small of her back…and yeah a little farther down I guess, almost to the line of her thong. The webbing on the inside of my trunks was digging into me. Finally, I pulled my hands away. I was sweating. Trembling. There was an ache in my stomach! (Oh god, it’s so weird to think about!)
“Thanks honey,” she said softly.
“No problem,” I said. I got to my feet, trying to stay as bent over as I could and rushed over to the water. I jumped in and felt the cool waters take me in. As I sank to the bottom, I thought, something very, very funny is going on here.
(Later)
It’s the middle of the night, but I wanted to put this down before I went to sleep. I was just out of my room, taking a piss. As I was coming back, I had to pass by Mom’s bedroom door. While I was staggering back in the dark hall, I heard something. It was very low and faint, but the house was quiet and I heard it clearly. It was a kind of a hum, like an electric razor, a ‘bzzz’. It got gradually louder and louder as I got closer to mom’s room. When I passed by I could see a sliver of light, like from a nightstand lamp, coming from the corner of the door. It was open. I looked. Just turned my heard, attracted by the sound. From the angle I was at, and how much door was open, all I could see was the very foot of her bed and one of mom’s bare feet. The buzzing continued, and then a few seconds later, her foot twitched, the toes curled and her heel shook. I heard a muffled gasp, “huh!” Then the Buzz stopped.
I started to walk away. I took one-step, when I heard a long, loud creak. I froze, waiting for mom to call out, or get up and throw the door open. Neither happened. I scurried back to my room. I’m tired, but before I go to sleep… I think… I’m going to need to do one more thing before I go back to sleep.
*
June 10th
Dear Journal,
The past couple of days have been…interesting. Mom and I have been hanging out, falling into a sort of routine. She had to go back to work, so I’ve had the house to myself. I’ve been trying to get out when it’s not too hot. I’ll go out walking around the neighborhood, stop off at the gas station for a coke, or Mcidies for a burger. I’ve seen a few kids around my age around. I’ve thought about trying to go over and introduce myself, but they’re always in groups. I mean what am I supposed to do? Walk over and say, “Hey, I’m Jason, I’m sixteen and I just moved here, you guys wanna be my friends?” So I’ve kept to myself.
Then back at the house mom will get home after her day at work. We’ll talk and watch TV and eat dinner. It’s all very... well, I wanna say normal, but there is something else going on. For instance, mom still comes down to breakfast in her robe. She keeps it closed now, but I still see it just beginning to slip open and she doesn’t seem to mind it too much. And then there’s how we keep brushing up against each other. In the hallway, in the kitchen, going into the bathroom, we keep ending up bumping into each other. Our bodies will slide by each other, and I’ll smile and she’ll smile and say ‘excuse me.’ But I don’t know if it’s all that accidental. The other night while we were sitting on the couch, she took off her shoes and was rubbing her feet. I saw and asked, “Want me to do that mom?”
She seemed to think it over then smiled, “You sure sweety?”
I nodded, “Sure mom, what are sons for?”
She shrugged, “Well if you’re offering I won’t say no, but careful you don’t do it too well. Otherwise I’ll start demanding it.” She swung her feet up onto my lap (god, right over my junk) and reclined on the couch. I started to knead the skin, running my fingers over the balls and arches. I don’t have thing for feet, don’t get me wrong, but touching her… that was nice. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and she was cooing softly.
“Mmmmm you do that very good,” she crooned.
“Feel good?”
“Oh yeah. Too good. Sorry, but you’re on the hook now.”
“Happy to be of service. You don’t have many people who’d um….rub your feet mom?” I asked, hearing my voice tremble. She half opened her eyes and smiled coyly at me.
“A few…not all that many though…and none do it this nicely.”
“Did Dad ever do this?”
She laughed, “Heh! Nah, your dad wasn’t all that interested in things like…foot rubs.”
It’s become out routine now, that every night she’ll come home, we’ll eat dinner, sit down on the couch afterwards and she’ll take her shoes and put her feet up on my lap and I’ll massage them. That was all interesting enough, but then yesterday night something different happened. After I’d been massaging her for a couple minutes, she asked, “Jason, I think I left my phone in my room, can you run a grab it for me?”
“Sure thing mom.” I headed down the hall and into her open door. The bed was made and the room was in order. The phone was on top of the dresser. As I walked over, I noticed the others were closed securely, but the top drawer was open. When I got there and picked up the phone, I looked down. There were some lacey things inside, panties, bras, and stockings. On top of it all, was a vibrator. It was seven inches long, and made of purple rubber. My eyes fixed on it. I flashed back to the other night, and thought about her foot twitching. I thought of the muffled “huh!” I imagined her naked on her bed, with that fake cock between her legs, throwing herself all over the bed. I was shaking.
I picked up the phone and turned out of the room. I walked down the hall slowly. She was lying on the couch. She looked at me, her eyes were bright and clear, but she wasn’t quite smiling. “Find it?”
I nodded slowly. I held out the phone after moment, I almost had forgotten I was holding it. “Good. Thanks dear.”
*
June 15th
I’m ready to admit it. I want her. I know it’s wrong. She’s my mother. But I don’t see her that way! At least… not all the way. It’s like… she’s maybe 50 or 40 percent my mother and the rest. She’s just… a really hot woman. A woman I live with. A woman who I’m around all the time… who I get to touch…and see nearly naked. Oh god. I’m going crazy.
And I don’t think I’m alone. If I wasn’t sure after the night I found (was shown) her dildo, the past few days have. The day after I gave mom that foot rub, I decided to test things. See where things stood. That morning, I got up, dressed only in my boxers as usual and got out of bed. But instead of pulling on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt, I walked out into the hallway in just my boxers. I nearly jumped back into my room at first. But I gave it a moment. Took a deep breath and walked down towards the kitchen.
Mom was already in the kitchen, fresh out the shower in her robe, coffee mug in one hand, paper in the other. I was terrified, ready for her to scream, or worse (soo much worse) laugh, but I tried to sound cool as a cucumber when I said “morning mom.” She looked up, and her eyebrows rose just a little. She was silent a second, and in that second I felt her eyes scan me, from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair.
Then she smiled calmly and said, “Good morning Jason, sleep well?”
I sat across from her, relaxing a little, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of being here like this. I was still jittery and nervous and felt just a little foolish, but I also felt exhilarated oddly. We chatted, we sipped coffee ate some muffins. All the while, I had my eyes on her and she had them on me.
“Any plans today?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Might jump in the pool, care to join me?”
“Sure thing,” she said smoothly. I don’t know she was already planning what came next but it certainly caught me off guard. Around noon, I wondered down to the poolside in my trunks. Mom was there, lying stretched out on her back on the pool chair in her sunglasses, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray besides her. She was topless. Breasts the size of large oranges stood out from her bare chest. I stopped in my tracks. My mouth hung slack. I swear I could actually feel all my blood surging up to my cheeks and down to my crotch. I my stomach fluttered. She looked up and grinned nonchalantly.
“Hey. Thought I’d soak up some sun.”
“Cool,” I said, hoping I sounded as calm. I knew I was blushing. I knew she could see it. And I was trying (so, so, so hard!) not to stare at them. I wasn’t doing a very good job I’m afraid to say. Kept feeling my eyes dropping, getting sucked back to those beautiful tits. Suddenly I had another issue brewing. I was swelling up and fast. I couldn’t move, worse I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stand there looking at her while my flagpole went to half-mast in my swim shorts. I turned around finally, maybe a little too awkwardly and dropped into the water.
When I came back up, I paddle out to the deep end and treaded water for a minute, watching her, laying there, not a care in the world. Puffing elegantly on her cigarette, stretching her arms out over her head. As she stretched, her chest heaved out and the sun bounced off them brilliantly. She glanced over at me and saw me watching.
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