Chapter 1

Widow Kathy Joy Schmitz, age 39, lounged on the plush beige sofa in the living room, her tanned legs crossed at the ankles, the tight denim of her daisy duke shorts hugging her curves like a second skin. The tank top she wore clung to her ample breasts, accentuating their fullness, while her wavy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the sunlight streaming through the window. Her sandals lay discarded on the floor, revealing her toned feet with their freshly painted nails and sexy white soles. The heavy makeup she favored—smoky eyes, bold lips—gave her a sultry, almost predatory air, though her glowing blue eyes held a hint of knowing ecstasy.

Kathy Joy stood up and strode into the dimly lit hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as she clutched a leather-bound journal to her chest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and dust, a familiar aroma that had always reminded her of her late husband. But now, as she stared at the words scrawled across the page, her mind was flooded with a different kind of sensation – one that was equal parts arousal and shame. The journal belonged to her 18-year-old son, Eric Jay, and within its pages, she had discovered a world that was both fascinating and deeply disturbing.

The words leapt off the page, describing in vivid detail the fantasies that Eric had woven around her. Kathy’s eyes widened as she read the explicit passages, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and disgust. She had always known that Eric was a talented writer, but she had never imagined that his talents extended to the erotic. The stories were raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically sexual, with Kathy as the central figure in many of them. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she read the words, her nipples hardening beneath her silk blouse.

As she delved deeper into the journal, Kathy stumbled upon a series of drawings that Eric had tucked between the pages. The sketches were crude yet captivating, depicting her in various states of undress, her curves exaggerated and her features idealized. There were other drawings too – of women she didn’t recognize, their bodies contorted in ecstasy as they engaged in acts that made Kathy’s breath catch in her throat. She felt a surge of arousal, her pussy throbbing with a need that she hadn’t felt in years. But it was the discovery of the plastic jars in Eric’s hidden basement bedroom fridge freezer that truly pushed Kathy over the edge. She had always been a nosy mother, and one day when he was gone she stumbled upon the collection, hidden behind several items. The jars were filled with a thick, white substance that she immediately recognized as semen. Her eyes widened as she realized that this was Eric’s personal collection, a trove of his most intimate moments. The thought of him stroking his cock, his body wracked with pleasure as he filled jar after jar, sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.