Dear Diary: Last night I was at a Rock Festival. Great bands. Great musicians. Particularly one of them. Turned out to be a great fuck, too. And nice. He gave me an electronic keyboard and said he would teach me to play it. Today I'm putting it together. I don't realize that at some point my son came in. I must have been a show. As usual when I'm home, I don't wear a bra. I like loose tops. I like short skirts. They bring out my best assets: never-ending long, slim legs. And my cute ass. When I turn around to get some water, my son is standing there, trying to hide his hard cock that is out. He must have seen my tits hanging in the top when I bent forward, and my panties and ass when I turned around to play. He is at an age when tits and ass make him instantly hard. Even if they are his Mammy's. It really is my fault. And he has a really beautiful cock. Really. And big. I can't take my eyes off his manhood. I can't resist to touch him. It feels so good, so hard. I'm still horny from last night. I still crave more cock. The handjob is not enough for me. I need to feel his hardness somewhere inside. I go down on him, take him in my mouth. It feels sooo good. So hard. So - well, fresh, young, horny. I lick and suck on him excitedly. He lasts only a few minutes. I take his first load in my mouth. I can't take his second load, it's too much. It lands on my face. Millions of sperms. It's like I can feel them moving in my mouth and on my skin. He is a good son. I hope I am a good Mammy. What do you think