December 7th, 2002 -Jake-

We lived on a 120-acre tree farm in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. We were a good 15 miles outside a small town, and it was probably the worst place to live if you preferred to be around people. Even visiting our neighbors was a solid half-mile hike, and in the winter, you could forget it. You could sled down the hill, I suppose, but you weren't coming back the same way.

I loved riding my bike down the hill to catch speed and then launch up my neighbor's paved driveway. They owned a winery that was open to the public, so there was a long, smooth driveway that allowed you to maintain speed all the way to the top. It was a thrill anytime I needed to visit them, but the hike back home was a nightmare.

Despite hating country living, I loved the freedom of being on a large properly away from the busy city. After high school, I decided to stay and keep working on the farm. Mom wanted me to go to college, but I have no idea what I would study. They probably don't have a degree for masturbating and watching war movies.

My parents had been selling Christmas trees across the state for the last 20 years—before I was even born. Growing up way out there, I never really had much to do. I would climb trees, help Mom around the house, and help Dad with the tree trimming. Winters were the best because I could earn extra cash; it always snowed, and above all, it meant my dad and "his men" would spend weeks traveling and delivering trees, while Mom and I got to do our own thing.

She was a lot less strict than Dad. We would stay up late, watch movies, eat junk food, and I could invite friends over for sleepovers. My friends loved my mom- she was always up to date on the trends and lingo. You probably thought you saw where this was going, but you are wrong.

One winter night, at about 10 p.m., Mom got a call. She broke down in tears immediately. Watching her from the living room couch, I knew it was about Dad. I stood up and walked over to Mom, placing my hand on her back. She gently touched my cheek, tears running down her face. After piecing together the one-sided conversation and watching the dread run over her, I was pretty sure Dad was dead. Mom hung up the phone and gave me a tight hug.

"Your Dad was in an accident, baby."

A jolt ran up my back.

"Is he..."

"He's dead," Mom said as she squeezed me tighter.

"Jesus..." I responded quietly. "How?" I asked.

"He was headed through Santiam Pass when he lost control. The truck and trailer were found at the bottom of the mountain. Todd was with him, nobody made it," she explained.

"I'm sorry, Mom" I said as I wiped a tear from my eye.

"I know, baby. We'll figure it out. I'm gonna call Aunt Shay and Jack tomorrow morning to figure things out. I'm sorry, honey," she said, touching my face.

"It's OK, Mom. We always got it figured out. We got each other and we will be ok," I whispered.

We sat together on the couch—Rambo, our Rottweiler, was curled up on the floor by the fireplace. Midnight ticked by before we realized how long we had sat in silence.

"We should try to get some sleep," Mom said. I nodded as we parted ways to our bedrooms.

June 13th, 2003 -Susan-

Jake and I hung up clothes on the lines in the front yard. It was getting warmer, and laundry always smelled the best when drying outside on the farm. The cool brisk air and early summer sun meant our clothes would be dry and fresh before the end of the day.

"It's disgustingly humid today," I mumbled, glancing over at Jake.

"We should get a pool," replied Jake.

"Oh yeah? You gonna be the one to keep it clean?" I smirked.

"Heck yeah, I always wanted to be a pool boy," he joked.

"Oh yes, a lonely widow and the shredded pool boy," I grinned.

"Mom! That's weird. It sounds like a bad porno," Jake blushed.

We both paused for a moment before I started thinking about what I just said.

"Sorry, Jake. That wasn't appropriate of me to say," I said quietly.

Jake chuckled. "It's fine, Mom. It was just a joke. Except for me being shredded. Besides, bad pornos are often the hottest."

"What! You don't watch porn," I replied with a playful sense of shock.

Jake laughed. "Now that is a good joke, Mom."

I thought for a moment, "do you really?"

"Watch porn? I dunno, sometimes maybe, but our internet is really slow," Jake said.

I sighed. "I guess my boy is all grown up and full of sin," I said, sarcastically.

"Whatever, Mom! You're the one with the vibrator in your nightstand," Jake joked.

My chest caved. "Wha—what were you doing in my nightstand?"

"I was looking for nail clippers," Jake said defensively, "but it's OK, Mom. I get it. I don't judge you."

"Let's just finish these clothes," I replied, nervous and unsettled.

As the day went on, I couldn't stop thinking about that conversation. Jake and I have always been close and open with each other, but the topic of sex never really came up—except when he first learned about sex because his father let him watch that terrible, R-rated movie, Waterland. And again when he discovered his first boner—that was just adorable. And again with his first girlfriend. Oh, and again when I got home from the store and caught him and a girl alone in his room. And let's not forget the countless times I caught him masturbating, only for him to pretend he was just cracking his knuckles or scratching himself. Come to think of it, I may have been exposed to more of my son's sex life than is normal for a mother. Am I traumatized?

June 14th, 2003 -Jake-

Mom grabbed her coffee and walked outside to the chair next to mine. Rambo sat in between our chairs, licking his balls and making a loud, wet slapping sound.

"Jesus, Rambo is disgusting," I chuckled.

"He takes after your father," Mom said.

"Dad could lick his own balls?" I asked.

"No, Jake. I mean he was gross, like most men," Mom rolled her eyes.

"Am I gross?" I smiled innocently.

"Most of the time," Mom winked.

I paused and glared at her. "What do you mean most of the time?"

"Well, apparently you like playing with my vibrator," Mom teased.

"Oh, you think you're funny! You think my trauma is a big joke!" I said sarcastically.

"Trauma! Oh, please," Mom laughed.

"Yes, and it smelled like shit!" I responded.

Mom's jaw dropped. "You little fucker! It does not!"

I laughed and Mom continued, "I don't even put it up there, only on my vag."

"Wow, Mom. TMI," I said.

"Sorry, but you're the one that smelled it," Mom blushed as she picked up her coffee to take a sip.

It had been a weird couple of days, joking like this with Mom. I couldn't help but keep thinking how Dad would react if he heard these conversations. They were fun and playful. Were we just feeling more free, feeling closer, or something else? It was impossible not to imagine Mom on her bed with her legs spread, rubbing herself with the vibrator. How was I supposed to feel about that? It was so wrong but unavoidable. When someone tells you not to think of an object, what do you do? You picture it.

June 14th, 2003 -Susan-

Later that night, I cuddled up under the covers, fully stretched and relaxed. The clock's gentle ticking, combined with Rambo's heavy breathing, provided a comforting ambiance. Looking over to my nightstand, I reached over and opened the drawer, grabbing the soft blue toy. I brought it up to my nose.

"It does not smell like poop," I whispered to myself.

With a slow, gentle turn, the vibrator came to life. Gently sliding it under the covers, I slowly rubbed it against my inner thighs. Stretching out my legs, I gave a relaxing moan. The light tickle of the vibration against my flesh began to excite me. I reached down with my other hand and caressed my breast. For a split second, Jake popped into my head. Jake as a pool boy, fishing leaves out of our new above-ground pool.

"Mmmm," I moaned, biting my lower lip.

Moments later, I felt myself getting wet. I lowered the head of the toy toward my opening.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered.

Jake's Room -Jake-

I laid back, deeply engrossed in Chapter 4 of Shutter Island, when there arose such a clatter. I laid the book down on my chest and looked over at my open door. That sounded like—wait, "really?" I whispered to myself as I slowly crept over to Mom's door.

Mom's Room -Susan-

"Mmm, yes," I moaned quietly.

I clutched my breast tightly as the warm buzzing shaft teased my entrance. Hearing a sound, I opened my eyes and looked at the door. The shadow of feet hovered under the door's gap. I turned off the vibrator and sat up.

"Jake?"

The door slowly opened.

"Mom?" Jake whispered as he slowly approached the bed. "Do you, maybe, want some help?"

A rush of fear and excitement filled my body. My heart beat quickly but my pussy throbbed. This felt so wrong- forbidden- dirty, but I said nothing. I slowly parted my legs, looking up at my son. His hand slowly grazed my leg as it slid up my thigh, sending shivers across my body. His fingertips met my wet folds with a sensual shock.

"Ahh!" I gasped.

"Oh my god, Mom, you feel so wet," Jake whispered.

I cupped both of my breasts as his hand explored my throbbing wetness. "Oh, fuck!" I closed my eyes, as if it made me innocent for not looking at him.

Mom's Room -Jake-

I lifted my fingers to my mouth, tasting her thick ovulation as my cock hardened. I slowly backed up to the foot of the bed and crawled up toward Mom's legs. She spread wider, knowing what I was trying to do.

"Oh, honey, I love you so much," she whispered.

I looked up at her, then down at her dripping entrance. A small patch of hair rested on her mature, pink fruit. I moved in close, clutching her thighs. The smell of her body wash, combined with womanly musk, filled my senses. The excitement of the forbidden made it that much more exciting. It wasn't even about the sex, it was about not caring and feeling free- free to explore fantasies and desires without judgment. With one slow lick from bottom to top, I absorbed her sweet taste.

"Mmm, Mom, you're so tasty," I said.

"Oh, hun, it feels so good."

Parting her lips, I continued to lick and suck her folds and clit, slurping up her slimy nectar. Her hand grabbed my hair, pulling me deeper. I complied.

Mom's Room -Susan-

"Oh, fuck, sweetie, oh, God!" I yelled as his tongue moved faster and deeper.

"Stop! Come here, baby," I demanded.

Jake crawled back and stood up. My mind raced with emotions—fear overcome by lust, doubt overcome by love. It was so wrong, but I needed it and I wanted it. Jake approached me from the side. I slid my hand over his stomach and onto his growing bulge.

"Let Mommy see it," I looked up at him, pleading. He pulled down his shorts, and his hard cock sprung upward.

"Holy fuck, Jake!" I said in awe, eyeing his massive member.

"What?" he smiled. I grabbed his shaft and leaned forward, allowing him to enter my mouth. My pussy dripped and throbbed as I started to bob on his dick. His balls were smooth, soft, and warm- freshly bathed. Lifting his cock, I licked his sack. Jake proceeded to take control, gently grabbing my head and thrusting. I could feel his cock pushing against the back of my throat- his father used to do the same thing.

"Mmmhph, kah!" I coughed and hacked.

I quickly began to rub my pussy. The more he fucked my throat, the closer I came to the edge. I couldn't talk or signal my climax; I felt paralyzed as I leaked out over my sheets.

Jake pulled out mid-orgasm and inserted two fingers into me.

"Ah, fuck! I'm cumming!" I yelled.

Jake aggressively fingered me, pushing and pulling on my pelvis, smashing his fingers into my G-spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gushed. My fluids drenched the bed and Jake's hand.

Mom's Body -Jake-

I grabbed my cock with my wet hand, rubbing her juices all over my shaft. I slowly stroked while Mom came down from her climax.

"I love you, too, Mom," I said, smiling deviously.

"Oh, sweetheart. Take me. I need to feel you inside of me," she pleaded, turning her body and spreading her legs. I gently pushed them back toward her head. As I hovered over, I pushed my cock into her. Her tight lips hugged my girth as it burrowed deeply into her cervix.

"Oh, Jake, oh my god, you are so big," Mom whispered. Mom's legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I began to thrust—slow, long, deep thrusts. Feeling her pulsing walls grabbing my shaft, milking me.

Our hands locked together. We watched each other's eyes as I thrusted faster and faster. My cock convulsed with each thrust.

"I'm gonna cum, Mom," I said.

"Yes, yes, baby. Please. Cum inside me."

Our hands remained locked as I exploded, shooting several spurts of my seed deep inside Mom's insides.

-Susan-

"Come here, sweetheart," I asked, tears running down my face. Jake crawled into bed next to me. He placed his arm around me. I gently kissed him on his cheek, "now as the man of the house, you have to get a job," I smiled, resting my head on his chest.

"Pool boy?" said Jake.