Oh my God, my journal was gone! I panicked, checked everywhere, but nothing! I knew where I had left it last night, under my nighties in my bottom drawer next to my bed. My son surely has it and read all of my secret incestuous thoughts about him. Then I heard my son come in, walk to my room, then stand before me. He pulled off my top and bra causing my t*** to spring out. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing them tightly. He pushed me back against the wall and started to s*** on my n******. I pushed my son back and hurriedly took off my jeans and G-string, standing totally naked in front of him. He got me to turn around slowly, inspecting my body. He reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his jeans fall to his ankles. I watched silently as he took my hands and placed them on either side of his boxers. I pulled down and he stepped out of them, pulling his t-shirt off as well. My eyes widened as I stared upon the hard c*** of my naked son, It was throbbing and oozing pre-c**, the smell excited me. It had been awhile since I had s** with anyone but myself, and I was aching for it. Suddenly he grabbed me by arms and pushed me onto my bed, his c*** hard and pointing upward, he spread open my legs to expose my shaven p**** for his inspection. I loved it, his eyes and hands on me, helping himself to my body. He moved up my body, lying on top of me. Pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. He pulled back and looked down at me, supporting most of his weight with his strong arms. He reached down and rubbed the tip of his c*** up and down my slit, teasing me, enjoying seeing me push up my hips to try and get his c*** inside me. I gasped in delight feeling him inside me for the first time since I gave birth to him. He pounded into me hard and I loved every thrust. Again and again he fucked me relentlessly, making me scream with each o***** I had. The pleasure of finally getting to f*** his own mother made him groan too, pushing me yet again toward another o*****. He moaned and then with a grunt and a shudder, he emptied the contents of his balls deep into my womb. The sensation of feeling my sons c** filling up my p**** was enough to make me c** again, my juices gushing out and coating his c*** still moving inside me. We were both panting and recovering from the wave of pleasure cascading through our bodies. As I looked into his eyes above me. I saw them soften from the aggressiveness that was in there before. He leant down and kissed me softly, gently. I could feel his love in his kiss. I kissed him back to show I loved him too and I was his.