er waist dips in, just a little, giving her a fine hourglass figure. She's got long, curly, red hair, that's quite often in the way of everything she has to do. Her eyes are light green. She has a long, graceful neck, not some stubby short thing that her head rests on. Her legs are long and smooth.

The bikini she wore was black with little stripes that kind of rose off the fabric. It perfectly framed her amazing body, showing off a lot of her white, Irish skin. Her breasts are mid-sized, not too big and not too small. I couldn't see her backside, as she was laying on her back. I watched her a short while, and felt my arousal growing. My God... I was lusting after my own mother. My mind was in a whirl. I held onto the countertop to steady myself because of the sudden feeling of vertigo in my head. I closed the fridge, which caught my mother's attention.

She lifted her head and spoke in her sweet, sultry voice, "Jonas... are you alright?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, ma. I'm okay. Just got a little dizzy."

"Okay. If you're not busy, would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back?" She pointed to the bottle lying by the lounge. It took all my effort not to fall over as I walked towards her. I pushed open the screen door, and closed it behind me, so the cat wouldn't get out. It was decently sunny out. Bright compared to the room I just stepped out of. I knelt down and took the sunscreen in my hand. My mother turned over onto her stomach. I put a dab of the cool lotion on her upper back, and started to rub it in. My pants felt even more occupied as I did this.

My hands worked quickly, I ran them across her smooth, firm back, under the strap of her bikini, and down her spine to her lower back. My hands were very quick to move there... not lingering a moment. I caught a glimpse of her fine, firm ass... and the occupation in my pants became even harder. My mother made things worse by letting out a soft purring noise. "Jonas... your hands are really nice... could you give me a little massage?"

It was torture... but I obliged. I unsnapped her bikini strap and pulled the upper straps towards her arms, baring her soft back. I rubbed her shoulders softly, and worked out any tightness and tension I could find, before I started rubbing downwards. She winced a few times as I hit particularly nasty knots, but the wincing ceased slowly. I let my hands drift towards her sides... my heart pounding in my temples as I continued the massage. I stopped once I finished her lower back... and glanced down at her bare back.

If I were bold, I would have ripped the bottom of her bikini down, taken off my clothes, and made love to her right there... but I didn't. I took her straps, rearranged them correctly, and snapped them together. She smiled and closed her eyes. "Thank you, Jonas. If I don't wake in fifteen minutes, could you yell out my window and make sure I don't burn?"

"Sure mom."

"Thank you sweety." I went to my room (after grabbing the soda) and sat down here. My body is still hard from the activities of earlier... and my mind is still twisting... ack... fifteen minutes are up. I'll close this log right here and pick up later on.

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Moira's Diary - Again... I make the usual comment about the silliness of a forty year old keeping a journal, but it keeps me sane. The day I've been asked to write about was strange. I was sitting in the backyard, sunning myself, and I saw my son out of the corner of my eye. He looked like he was getting dizzy. I called out to him, and he said as much.

I was about to flip over, so I asked him to put some sunscreen on my back. He was very gentle... and... I noticed how... well... good... his hands felt. I wanted him to give me a massage, so I asked. He quickly obliged, and I felt a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach. I was slowly getting aroused. He undid my bikini top to get to my back easier... I was starting to breathe harder... I was dizzy... his touch was so gentle, it wasn't in the least bit awkward. I knew... that I wanted him. I wouldn't mind if he took off my bikini bottom and took me. He didn't. He finished, fixed the straps and left me.

I never felt so alive than when I was in his able hands, and I knew I had to be with him. I hadn't even tried to date for six years... I felt failed when my husband left me. I felt... ugly. So I went to my son's bedroom.

I was wearing the silky chamisole and panties I always wore to bed, as well as the bedrobe which I had pulled over. I walked to his door and pushed it open slowly. My son was on his computer, wearing just his boxers. I walked in and looked at his screen... and a shock passed through me. It wasn't the fact he was looking at porn that shocked me. He was nineteen, he was mature enough... but the content totally shocked me.

Where I would have expected pictures of little barely legal teenage girls, tender things with white skin and scared reflections on their faces, he was looking at... older women. They looked my age at least... thirty, thirty-five... not much younger than I was. Their bodies weren't perfect, given their age... but... he was looking at them.

"Jonas?" I asked quickly as I walked over. He froze... his hand had been ready to close the browser window, but I moved fast enough to hold his hand down. "What is this?"

"It's... uhh... uhh..." He nervously replied, I could tell it was wounding him to have to tell his mom that he was looking at porn. I glanced at the web address... milfsonline... M.I.L.F. - Mother I'd Love to Fuck... I cleared my throat.

"I'm shocked, baby." I called him that when I was scolding him. His shoulders drooped... he said nothing. "These women are my age... why would you be interested in women that old?"

"I... just..." he couldn't speak, my presence was making him nervous... Then the words that came out were not what I was expecting. "I just wanted to see what a woman like you looked like."

I stepped back... utterly shocked... though my acting wasn't quite as good as it could have been... although I really was shocked. So it was true... so my son also felt what I felt. He closed the browser window and turned around. I slid down onto his lap and put my hands on his shoulders. "Jonas... are you saying what I think you're saying?" My presence was making him blush... and I felt his awkward squirms beneath me. "Are you saying... you want to have sex with a woman that old?"

He shook his head, "No... I... want... you." He looked up at me, his face purple with embarrassment. He squirmed... and I could tell my slender body resting on his bare legs was making him shiver. I lifted my hand, and slid my fingers through his messy brown hair. I looked into his green eyes, and pressed my lips to his forehead. He blushed further as I lowered my lips to kiss the bridge of his nose. Then he was speechless, and whitened when I pressed my lips softly to his.

There was no passionate tongue wrestling make out session as of now, just the silent acknowledgement that we both wanted the same thing. My lips stayed firm to his as my bedrobe slid down my arms. I put my hands on his teenage, nearly adult, chest and rubbed a little. He had a firm chest, hairless except for around his nipples, and a little line by his belly button. His boxers were straining against his youthful manhood as he looked at my body under the silky lingerie. He pulled from my kiss, and blushed again, I felt my own skin reddening as well. "We don't... have to do this, mom."

"I know... but... I want to." I told him. We stood up, together. We walked to his bed, together. He took me in his arms, helped my bedrobe off my body, and then started with the chamisole. He pulled it up over my soft body slowly. He didn't seem ready to do this, but he did it.

He took off my top, and then, not looking yet, he began to remove my panties. I never shaved, but I did trim my pubic triangle, the red hair there seemed an interest to him as he took my body in. He lingered on my breasts, and put his hand tenderly on my right nipple. A shiver flew through me as he began to eagerly stroke it. His fingers were soft and pleasant upon my body. I lowered my hands to the waistband of his boxers, and helped him out of them.

His manhood was erect from the sight and also my earlier resting upon his lap. It wasn't huge, it was just your typical teenaged size. Again he told me that we didn't have to do it, but I assured him I desired it, and since we were this far, we should continue. He rested me on my back on the bed, and began letting his hands explore my body. He ran a soft finger around both nipples, his hands cupping my breasts, lifting and feeling what I had. He lowered his lips, and licked one of them exploringly.

I shuddered in his hands, feeling my body ready for his touch. He lowered his hands further down my body, rubbing my hips, lifting me so he could feel my rump. He stayed there a short while, but it felt like an eternity, before he let his fingers touch my slit. It was like hitting a wall. I felt a great shudder slide through me. It had been six years since anyone had touched me like this, besides myself. His fingers were slow, deftly stroking over my entrance.

I saw his manhood begin to quiver... from the very touch on my body, it had hardened incredibly. I leaned back, and let my head rest on the pillow. My hair billowing around me prettily. He lifted his eyes from the entrance he had come from, and looked to me. I smiled as our eyes met, and an unspoken acquiescence passed between us. He lifted my head a little as he moved his hands from my nether regions. He moved himself forward and kissed my lips. Again, no passionate make out session, just a tender, long kiss.

I shivered in anticipation as I felt the head of his cock grace my warmth. He seemed there for hours, before he took that plunge inside. I let out a soft gasp, breaking the kiss as my son entered me. He put his body inside me completely, his teenage shaft filling my entrance. He just rested there, reveling in the pleasure of the moment, before starting up his rhythmic pace. I was not a moaner, I was just a gasper. As my son took me... I said nothing, he said nothing. He pumped in and out of my hot tunnel.

I rested against the pillow, squeezing his sheets with my graceful hands. He kept his eyes on how he was moving for a short while, before returning to kiss my lips. I was breathing shallowly out of my nose. I pulled from his kiss to let out another heavy gasp as I felt my body tensing. His cock pushed deeply into me, he kept the rhythm steady and constant. I pressed another kiss to his lips as we started moving together on the bed. Jonas took hold of my hips, keeping our lips locked as he speeded up his thrusting.

He surely felt wonderful as he took me, as I could tell from the look of bliss on his face. My body tensed beneath him as I moved with him, completing the sex as well as I could. His shaft pulsed inside me, and I felt ready to take him into me. No condom, no birth control pills, I was making a very large mistake, quite possibly... but I didn't care. I wanted him to be inside me as he released his seed. He closed his eyes and pulled from the kiss as a series of shudders rocked him. I pressed closer, forcing my body down on his manhood, as mine was fully aroused, his was fully ready. A few spurts of his milky seed went inside me, the warmth and feel of it something foreign to me for years. It alone was enough to force my body to climax. He let himself down slowly on me, leaving his manhood within me.

We lay there together maybe for half an hour before the gravity of the situation hit us. My son and I had just made love to each other.

Now... I know you're all looking for a happy ending. You want to see the words that my son and I made love every night from that point on, but it's not so. After that one night, we agreed never to do that again. We were awkward around each other a few days, I felt ready to grab him and force him into me once more... but my word was always golden. A year has passed, and it's still on my mind. Though now, I am re-married. Jonas told me something before I left on my honeymoon, and I think it will fit here for the end of this entry.

Jonas was the one who gave me away, as my father was dead. As we walked together, he spoke to me. "I'm giving you away, mom. I hope the memory of our one night together won't fade. I love you... and I feel this will complete that saga." I kissed his cheek as he left me at the altar, and looked forward to a new life, one with my new husband.