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I just masturbated and had a great cum. I'm getting nothing done today.

 

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Thanks for the warning, I dodged that puddle.

I just masturbated and had a great cum. I'm getting nothing done today.

 

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Journal

Chris’ Journal
Wed., May 10
10:45pm


I’m going crazy. Every time I close my eyes I see my mother’s body. I’ve been having the most vivid fantasies about her and I’m constantly horny. I have got to see her naked somehow, I can’t stand it. If she only knew the things that were running through my head. Dad’s going away on a business trip and I’m going to spend all weekend alone with her. God, I’m hard as a rock right now just writing this.

I want her to know how turned on I get when I’m close to her or when I see her sexy legs or hard nipples through her shirt. I’ve been kicking myself for hiding my erection from her last week when we were together and so I’ve been getting bolder. Lately I’ve been letting my dick point down the leg of my pants when I’m hard and she’s by herself around me.

A couple of days ago, I’m sure she noticed. We were in the dining room and she had just come home from working out. Her skin was glowing and her nipples looked as if they were going to tear holes in her shirt. I was sitting at the table and felt my cock begin to swell. I adjusted myself under the table so that my erection was straining against my pants and pushing them out noticeably, halfway down my thigh. I turned my chair so that I could watch her as she moved back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room. Her ass looked so good and the head of my dick felt as if it were the size of a baseball. I’m pretty sure she must have seen it. I’m sure I caught her eyes lingering and our small talk kind of went silent.

Last night though, there was no question. Dad had gone to bed early and Mom and I sat up late watching television. Mom was still in her robe from her shower which wasn’t revealing at all, but I was pretty sure she was naked underneath and I focused on that on thought and about how just a tug on her belt would expose her naked boobs to my tongue. I was in my board shorts and a tank top and was sitting to her right. She was leaning against the armrest on the opposite side of the couch. The top of her robe was open slightly and her feet were up on the couch resting on the side of my thigh. Her legs were exposed above her knees and she smelled very sweet.

I still wasn’t able to see her nipple, but I had a clear view of the side of her breast. Of course I was hard again in no time and made no effort to hide it. In fact, when I thought she might be looking, I flexed my shaft and allowed the distended head to swell and stick out from my leg obscenely. I could sense that she was staring and caught her several times. Once instead of averting her eyes, she looked up at me intently with her lips parted slightly and then her eyes traveled back down to my hard-on and remained for at least a couple of seconds. Another time when I sensed that she was looking I actually reached down and pinched the my dick slightly between my thumb and middle finger, then flicked my finger a few times along the sensitive underside of the head. When I did this, I felt a surge of pre-cum flow out of my engorged head. I moved my hand leaving the material of my shorts tucked in around my hard-on so that she could see the full form of my throbbing cock.

We sat for quite a while and every time I glanced over, I saw that her top was open more and her legs kept shifting until the bottom of her robe was fully parted, just under her ass. At one point she started rubbing her toes up and down my thigh ever so slightly. I didn’t last long after that, I said goodnight and went to my room. I left my door open slightly and got naked on my bed. My dick seemed to tower over me as I stroked it, hoping that she would see me as she passed my room on her way to bed. A constant flow leaked from my dick as I pumped it with my hand and soon my whole shaft was lubricated and shiny. I was groaning “Mom.” lowly and the slurping sounds of my fist moving up and down seemed very loud in the quiet house.

I don’t know if she heard or saw anything, but just the fact that she might sent me into an explosive orgasm. The cum shot out with such force that it hit the headboard of my bed and some of it hit me in the face. I licked it off of my lips and watched as my dick kept pulsing and spraying all over my chest and stomach.

I can’t wait for this weekend and I hope the weather is nice so that we can open the pool and I can see her in her swim suit.

 

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Journal entry

It's mid-morning and I had to take a few minutes to write this down while the memory is fresh. Last night as I was finishing my writing Mom tapped on my door and came into my room. I was naked and still hard so I quickly pulled the sheet up to my waist to cover myself. I still had long streams of cum all over my chest, but in the dim light I doubt she could see it as she kissed me goodnight.

As she bent over me I started to jack off again with one knee bent up to hide my motions. I wonder if she could taste my sperm as she kissed me. Then she started talking about being alone with me this weekend and reminded me about dad leaving. She asked if their was anything special I'd like to do this weekend. It wasn't what she said, but how she said it and the way she looked at me that pushed me to the brink of another orgasm. I wanted so badly to ask if she would model her lingerie for me, but I couldn't. Then she brought up the dirty stories again and told me I could feel free to just relax in the boxers she bought me. When she asked again what type of stories I had been reading and even suggested that I let her read them, I couldn't answer because I was cumming again. I jacked off and came while looking into mother's eyes.

After she left I got the nerve to print out some stories. I couldn't bring myself to print any incest ones, so I just picked some that involved older women with teenage boys. I crept downstairs later and left them in the laundry room where I was sure dad wouldn't find them first before leaving.

This morning was unbeleivable. I got up and went downstairs in my boxers and nothing else. They are pretty short and barely cover the head of my dick. Dad had already gone and breakfast was sitting on the table, but mom wasn't around. Instinctively I quietly made my way to the laundry room and saw the door closed. I crept closer and placed my ear to the door. My heart stopped when I heard the sound of my mom moaning and the slippery sounds that could be mistaken for nothing else but her fingers sloshing in her wet pussy.

She was masturbating while reading the stoties I left for her to find. My stomach felt queazy with lust and disbelief. I looked down at my shorts and watched as my cock grew and stood out long from my shorts. When I touched it, the head became bloated and very sensitive. I placed a finger to my lips and drew out some saliva, then began swirling it around the most tender part of my dick, just under the head as I listened intently. But just I was really getting into it, the banging sound of the washing machine door made me jump and I retreated in a hurry to the dining room and sat down to eat my breakfast.

I heard mom approaching behind me and was too embarassed to look around to greet her good morning. As she walked by me, she tossled my hair with her fingers, said "Morning lover," and walked by. When I saw what she was wearing I almost choked. She clicked along the tiles on a very high pair of heeled slippers with little pink puffs on them like you'd see in an old movie and she was wearing a flimsy little slip that hardly covered her bubble butt. The heels made the muscles in her calves bulge and her ass bounced under the satin like two melons.

When she turned around and told me that she'd found my stories already and read part of them, my face flushed and I could do nothing but stare at the top of her nightie and the sight of her braless tits wobbling underneath and looking as if they'd fall right out. She acted very casual andremarked that the women in those stories were her age or even older and asked; "How would you like it if your mommy acted that way, doing all those nasty things? You wouldn't think it was very proper of me if I behaved like that....would you?" The way she said "would you" had a hopefull ring to it as if she wanted me to say yes.

I couldn't look her in the eye, but fiddled with my eggs and looked at my plate. Smiling and embarassed, I replied; "I think it would be very hot." Then I looked up to see her reaction. She wasn't mad, but had the most intense look on her face. A look I'd never seen before except when she looked at dad. Then she quickly broke into a smile and came over to me and kissed my forehead and hugged me, pulling my head into her soft mounds. Her stiff nipple pressed into my cheek right next to my lips and I shifted my head slightly and made the briefest contact with my mouth.

"You naughty boy," She purred and giggled, "What am I going to do with you." Then she broke away and continued to busy herself around the room as I watched and rubbed my dick that was fully exposed if she were to look under the table. She brought me a glass of orange juice and when she sat it down I could see right down her top and got my first look at her nipples. The were pink and raised up slightly from the breast with a darker pointed bud on the tip. She stood back a step and asked; "Do you like your mamma's shoes? I just found them in the back of my closet and had to wear them." She was bent forward with her hands on her thighs admiring her shoes and her tits were pushed together and totally exposed to me, as the top of her slip hung loose and open. I stared at her glorious boobs and the moment seemed to last for an hour. I squeezed the head of my aching cock and ejaculated all over the floor under the table. My chair was pushed close to the table so hopefully she didn't notice and all I could do was mumble "MmmmHmm," in reply.

Embarassed by what I'd done, I wolfed down my food and came back to my room to cool off for a minute. God I hope I get to see her in her garterbelt and stockings again this weekend.

 

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Journal entry

I can barely type because my hands are shaking so bad. I have to write this fast though because I'm supposed to be getting dressed for dinner. I was hoping this weekend would be good, that I might catch a glimpse of Mom's nipples or see her naked, but the weekend has barely started and I can't believe what's already happened.

Just as I was finishing what I wrote this morning, Mom knocked on my door and came in my room. I thought she was going to ask me about the mess I made under the table, so I kind of froze and held my breath. She didn't say a word about and I was releived. Then she told me that she had found the stories I left for her and asked if there were any others I liked. I don't know where it came from but I just blurted out; "There are a couple that I just found with a little different story line. It's a series, part one and two."

She thanked me and told me that we should stay in today because of the weather and I was thrilled to hear it. Then she suggested that we go out for dinner tonight and that she would wear her little pleated skirt. It was so much like the fantasies I've been having, it's unreal. All the while she was talking to me, she walked around my room in her slip and heels, picking things up off of my dresser and looking at posters on the walls. It was so sexy the way she moved with her firm legs and her boobs jiggling under her slip. I'd never seen her in anything so revealing until today and I was mesmerized.

When she left my room I printed out the stories and made up my mind to give her the black stockings I swiped from the vintage clothing store. I put them in a little box and wrapped them up and tried to think about anything but her body so that my dick would relax enough for me to walk out of my room, still wearing nothing but my boxers. As I walked past her room towards the stairs, she called out to me and I turned around and went to her doorway. She was sitting at her vanity putting on her make-up. I sat on my parents bed and watched her, admiring her narrow shoulders and round ass.

"What do you have there sweetie?" She asked, turning around and looking at the box next to me.

"I, um..got you something..for tonight, if you want..to." I blabbered.

"Let mommy see." she said, getting up and sitting next to me on the bed. As she was opening the box, she looked down at the papers between us and said; "I see you've printed those stories, will you read them for me?"

I was surprized at the request. "You want me to..."

"Well yes silly, why do you think I asked you to...OHH, WOW, these are beautiful, you know, I've been looking for a pair of these everywhere, but I've never been able to find them. How did you know? Where did you ever find these?

My face must have been ten shades of red, "I picked them up at the Second Hand Rose store downtown, I thought you might.."

She interupted my by kissing me on the lips and said; "If you promise to read me your stories, I'll try them on for you right now."

"I promise," I said in total disbelief that this was all happening. I could feel the blood rush to my dick as she kicked off her heels and brought her left foot up and placed it on my right knee. Her legs were opened slightly and her slip climbed up her pale thighs. She bunched up one of the seamed stockings and put her delicate toes into the reinforced foot of the nylon. She placed her pointed foot on my leg above my knee and started pulling the fine mesh up her calf. As she drew the stocking over her knee, her legs opened further and I could just see her panties and make out the color, they were white. My dick was growing and about to leave the confines of my shorts when mom tugged the wide, black top up until it was smooth and shiny, just inches from her panties that were now fully exposed.

As I watched in awe, she ran her fingers up and down her leg, from the toe to her thigh slowly as if luxuriating in the tactile sensation. When she leaned in with her hands at her foot, the top of her slip hung open and I could see her nipples again and see that they were hard. The tips were stretched out and looked like they were an inch long. I was so enthralled that I forgot to hide myself, when I glaced down I saw that my dick was standing fully hard from the leg of my shorts.
I quickly moved my hand to cover it before she could see, but to my utter amazement, she caught my hand and said; "It's O.K. baby, it's totally natural and nothing you need to be ashamed of. I'm your mother and we're not going to have any more secrets between us. Let mommy put the other one on."

I was so fucking horny I didn't care what she saw and from the serious, bothered expression on her face as she stared at my ten inch erection, I knew that she was getting just as hot from doing this. I brought my right knee onto the bed so that I was facing her and she pulled her right leg up and placed her foot on the inside of my left thigh. Her left leg was bent and I marvelled at the little wrinkles in her stockings at the back of her knee. As she bunched the other stocking up my eyes wandered to her panties and saw a spot of wetness. My dick started bobbing with the beat of my heart and large veins bulged from the sides of it. Mom was looking back and forth between my throbbing cock and my face and her mouth was open and her lips were wet as she slowly pulled the stocking up her leg.

"Mmmmmm, feel how silky my legs feel baby. Feel your mommy's legs." I reached down and touched mom's foot, then ran my hand up to her ankle. I shifted it slightly until it was resting in my crotch with her heel on my tight balls and the shaft of my long, thick rod against her arch. I slid my hand up the back of her calf, tracing the seam with my fingers as she closed her eyes and her chest heaved with her short breaths. Her legs opened more and more as I stroked her and the front of her panties were drenched and almost transparent.

Suddenly she looked at me and said; "This is so nice baby, these stockings are so lovely, let Mama see how they look with my shoes on." Then she hopped off the bed, put on her slippers and swayed across the room to her full length mirror. She turned back and forth in front of it with her back to me, admiring her legs and tugging at the tops of the stockings. I leaned back onto my elbows and watched. I wanted to rush over and plunge my cock into her pussy, but couldn't and I wanted to jack off, but didn't, so I just sat and stared, shaking all over and feeling sick from lust.

She reached up under her nightie and pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Picking them up and walking towards me, she said; "I need to finish getting ready for our day honey, would you be a dear and put these in the hamper for me?" I stood up and she pressed the saturated panties into my hand and gave me a big hug. My cock burned as it pressed against her tummy. With her head on my chest she whispered; "We're going to have so much fun this weekend. We have so much to explore, you and I."

I left the room and she closed the door. My head was spinning and I leaned back against the door and looked into my hand. My mother's panties were soaked with her juices. I unfolded the satin and lifted it to my nose, her scent filled my nostrils and I almost came. I grabbed my neglected hard-on and started jacking off, right there as I licked the crotch of her panties before stuffing them into my mouth. I sucked at the wad of fabric in my mouth and beat off so fast. Right as I felt my orgasm building I heard her groaning and I pulled her panties from my drooling mouth and shot my cum all over them. She sounded like an animal and I almost passed out and fell down. When I opened my eyes and looked down, my cupped palm was full and running over with hot, white sperm. My dick kept spasming and my orgasm seemed like it would never stop as the sounds of my mother's cries burned into my brain.

Finally, I just dropped the mess in my hand onto the floor outside her bedroom, stumbled to my bed and went out like a light. I just woke up and I'm so hard that my dick is sore. I'm not going to jerk off again, I have to get dressed and save something for later.

 

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Journal entry

I'm losing it. It's 6:00 and I'm getting dressed for dinner....again. I was so anxious for our 'date' that I didn't even look at the clock when I woke up from my nap. It was only about 1:30. I'm so horny I can't even keep track of time. I ran downstairs with only my dress shirt and socks on. All of my clean boxers and the dress slacks that mom asked me to wear were still down in the laundry room.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw that she was sitting on the couch. She called out to me, but I told her I wasn't dressed and that I had to go downstairs and get my clothes. She insisted that I come now, that she had something she wanted to say to me. I went into the living room and felt nervous about the serious tone in her voice.

As I approached, I saw that the white dress she was wearing wasn't a dress at all, but just a top and it was barely that because it had little holes all in it that you could see right through. She was wearing RED panties and her heeled slippers again. "Sit down here Chris," She said, " There's something I need to say."

I tried to weasel out of it because I knew something was wrong. "Mom, I'm not dressed yet." I attempted.

"You're fine honey," She continued, "Sit down baby." When I sat down next to her I could see that she had something on under the top, but it didn't hide much either and I could see the outlines of her nipples. "Now sweetie, I don't want to embarrass you, but I've found a couple of your little messes around the house and I want you to be more careful from now on."

"Mom, I didn't..."

"It's alright baby," She said, placing her hand on my knee, "I'm not mad at you, remember I told you that we're not going to have any more secrets between us and masturbation is completely normal." Then she looked me directly in the eye and said; "I think you know that your mommy masturbates too, don't you lover?" Before I could answer she continued quite naturally as if we were talking about my homework. "It's just that we can't be having little messes around the house that say, your father might find instead of me. That would be a little hard to explain wouldn't it?"

"Geez, I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to..."

"From now on, if you feel you need to...do it, maybe you could keep something handy like...I don't know, maybe..." With her hand still on my leg, just above the knee, she lifted her foot and pushed a short, wide cocktail glass across the coffee table a few inches. There was a brief awkward moment as we both looked at the glass, then she remarked with a smile; "Did you really think it was time to get dressed for dinner?"

"Yeah, I thought we were late." She burst into laughter and I did too. This diffused the moment and I relaxed enough to take in the spectacle of her beauty and sensuality as we talked. The only time I'd ever seen this much of her legs completely exposed was in her swimsuit, but she wasn't wearing a swimsuit, she was wearing red panties and any time I pleased, I could look down and see them. I wondered if other boys thought about thier own mom's the way I did. For some reason the fact that I shouldn't be having such feelings made those feelings even stronger. Her legs were flawless and gleamed as if she had just put lotion on them. I imagined her doing it and considered the possibility that she had thought of me while doing it. My cock began to swell.

"You know," She said, "I just couldn't wait and went ahead and read the first story you printed. It made me feel all funny inside. I hope you won't think I shouldn't feel that way, but I like 'that kind' of story better than the others, don't you?" She asked, crossing her legs and flexing her thighs together as she kicked her foot up and down.

Feeling bolder I looked directly at her breasts and answered very directly; "Those are the only ones I read mom."

Her lips parted slightly almost in a gasp and her tone changed to one of utmost seriousness. "Then I want you to read the next one to me...right now."

"Are you sure Mom?" I asked, feeling my dick grow completely rigid under the tail of my shirt.

"You promised." Was all she said as she scooted and leaned back into the corner of the couch against a pillow. One of her high heeled feet stayed on the floor, while her other leg was bent with her foot up on the couch. I picked up the papers and leaned back into the opposite end of the couch in the exact same position, but sitting up a bit more so that I could view her body. After a good long look, I began to read.

I felt embarrassed but so excited at the same time and my erection was pushing the front of my shirt up. I read the first paragraph to her meekly and went to the next. "With her eyes closed and still half asleep she was able to relive the incredibly exciting feeling of uninhibited abandon that she had been prompted to perform....." Suddenly I stopped reading.

I looked deep into my mother's eyes as if asking permission to continue. She drew her leg open further in response until her knee was against the backrest. Her mouth was open and her breathing was faster. "I want to hear it. Please, I want to hear you read it to me."

I looked her up and down and my eyes burned with lust as I stared at the silky, red material that clung tightly to her pussy. As I did this, she pulled gently at her top until the bottom of it rested just below her navel. I just kept staring with desire until she whispered, "Go on lover."

I continued, "Uninhibited abandon that she had been prompted to perform for....her son."Ohhh fuuuck." I looked up again to catch her reaction to me using such language in front of her. She was obviously becoming aroused and assured me that it was alright, so I read on. As I got into it and sensed her receptive reaction to the lurid descriptions and situations I became more confident.

Suddenly she sat up and said, "God, it's so warm in here, do you mind if I take this thing off?" I said nothing but watched in sheer amazement as my mom unbuttoned her top and tossed it aside. She laid back down with nothing but the thinnest gauze tube top covering her tits. Her nipples were clearly visible now and pushing out rudely at the front. It was very hard to read because all I wanted to do was to stare at her, but I read on in between glances. I shifted my position slightly and my massive hard-on sprang from the confines of my shirt. Rather than trying to hide it, I flexed periodically, feeling the blood course through to the head causing it to swell and engorge.

When I got to the really filthy part of the dialogue, she started to trace her fingers over her nipples and brought her foot up and placed it on top of the backrest. Her other foot came up and she hooked her heel onto the coffee table. I must have started to hyperventilate and I could feel the pre-cum pouring continuously from my pulsing cock head and running down the long shaft. I couldn't believe it was happening, my own sweet mother's legs as wide apart as they would stretch for her hard and horny son to enjoy. I started accentuating the words as I read.

"Do you want to fuck your mommy?..... Mark's decadent, horny mother....The dampness of her parted labia.....Fuck yourself for mommy, baby, stroke that long, hard dick for your mommy......She slid two fingers easily into her tender, wet pussy and began to move them noisily so that he might hear the sloshing sound of her cunt.....Unngg, God I'm horny....Mark heard this distinctly and mouthed the words Oh fuck, as he quickened the furious pace....Do you like your mother's legs dear?" She cooed as she stroked them. I see you watching me honey, do you get turned on looking at your naughty mommy?Do you want to see the tops of mama's stockings baby?... Look at my legs lover; look at the pale skin of your mother's thigh above her nylons. Does it make you want to touch me there? Carol hoped that her son was listening as she lifted the hem of her skirt to expose herself to him. Mark's mom began circling the stiff nipple at her left breast as she coaxed him softly. Mmmm, sometimes when I see my boy looking at me, I get so worked up that my pussy starts to drip. Did you know that you make your mama's pussy wet baby?"

As I read each of these unholy sentences, I would look up to watch mom's reaction. Whenever her eyes closed I would squeeze the purple head of my dick and force out more clear fluid until my balls were soaked and dripping with it for her to see. Her pussy was swollen and the front of her panties was drenched.

"Sometimes mommy's even think about fucking their sons. Do you ever think that you'd like to fuck your mommy?....I want you to watch me Mark; I want you to stroke your hard dick while you watch me touch myself. Would you like to feel your mother's soft breasts?...It's alright honey, Carol continued as she lightly pinched her pink nipples. I want you to see me and your father doesn't mind. In fact, it turns him on when I tell him how horny I become at the thought of making you hard.....What would you like me to do for you lover? Is this what you dream about when you're jacking off at night? Your mom open and willing, ready for her baby's hard dick....Do you like my panties Mark? Watch me as your mommy pushes her panties into her pussy......Oh god, oh fuck......Look at your mamma's pussy now Mark. Look what you've done to mamma's pussy."

I looked up and saw the most exciting sight of my life. Mother's eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth was wide open. She was pushing her panties into her cunt with her fingers just like the depraved woman in the story. She was staring at my glistening cock and pinching her nipple very hard through her top. I was trembling all over uncontrollably when she abruptly sat up and said, "We have to finish this later baby. Let's read the rest later." She stood up and almost fell, then made her way to the stairs. I sat on the edge of the couch and started pumping my dick as I watched her walking away. The whole bottom half of the back of her panties was dark and wet. By the time she was halfway up the stairs I was holding the cocktail glass in my hand and I filled the bottom of it with my sperm as I watched her pull off her top and climb the rest of the way with her naked, white boobs bouncing wildly.

I followed shortly after, hoping that she was waiting for me in my bed, but her door was closed and as I passed I could hear the sound of a vibrator and her voice saying over and over, "Look what you've done to Mama's pussy."

 

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Hey

I'm running late again as usual, but wanted to drop you a note and let you know how hot it makes me when I get your diary entries. I hope that it's affecting you the same way and if so, that you'll let me know. I've stayed up past 3:00am writing the past two nights, I get into it so much, I lose all track of time. It's turning into a cliff hanger, I can't wait to see what direction it takes next. I find myself thinking about it during the day and I masturbate thinking of it in the morning.

T

P.S.
Happy Mother's Day
(You knew I was going to say it.)

 

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Hope you had a good day.

T

 

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Memories

This process of writing has brought a lot of old fantasies and memories to the surface. When I masturbate lately my thoughts drift between the image of what I think you look like and memories of occurances in my house as a teenager.

I remember once at home alone with my mom, she was lying on the couch in the living room in her nightgown watching television. I was sitting in a chair perpenidicular to the couch wearing shorts, which were shorter back then. I was always horny and fantasising about her when we were alone and I started getting hard as I took any opportunity to glance over at her body.

I decided to let her see me hard and went into the other room to adjust my dick so that it was pointing down my right leg. My cock curves slightly to the left, so it was very prominent and sticking up. I felt very dirty doing this and back then I could maintain an erection indefinately. I just sat, facing her and pretended to be watching the T.V., giving her time to notice. I would even flex myself when I thought she was looking and I'm sure my dick was clearly in view through the open leg of my shorts.

I don't remember how long we sat like that but it seemed like quite a while. Every time I looked over at her, the hem of her gown was higher and the neckline was lower and I caught her looking at me several times but pretended not to notice. At some point she brought her knee up and her nightgown fell to her waist. She would close her eyes when I looked over and I could stare openly at her panties and her nipples that were barely covered.

Finally I couldn't take any more and went to my room and jacked off, I took my time and left the door to my room open slightly so that she might see or hear me. I wish I was better able to describe the height of my arousal or the electricity in the air during those times, but I know that you're experiencing the same things, so I don't need to. By the way, her nipples were more like an inch and a half. I looked at a ruler at work and thought about it. Just thought I'd tell you.

I hope that our diary game and my true accounts give you new ideas about teasing your son and that you act some of them out.

T

 

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Just got home and read your first email. I thought I'd reply before I read your diary enrties and savor the antici......pation. This writing has kept me in pretty much a constant stae of arousal as well. The last few mornings I've had to come twice before leaving the house, I've been waking up with the most intense erections. I wish I could share them with you, but then, in a way I guess I am. You're doing wonderful things to me.

I should tell you that my mother passed away a few years ago. We were always very close in the normal way and she was a sweet, loving, vibrant woman. She had a great sense of humor and I miss her.

The incidents I've shared with you didn't occur on a regular basis and I know that you wouldn't want it that way in your home either. I'm not pushing you to escalate anything and I know that you'll tell me when and if things get interesting. The mall trip is the most exciting thing I've ever read. Actually it's the only real, first hand account I've read and I've always dreamed of hearing from the other side of the coin, so to speak. I know I keep saying this, but this whole thing really couldn't be more exciting.

I'm going to read you now and I'm very ready.

T

 

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Part 2?

Believe me, you are doing the best job ever at writing these things and are conveying so much. I'm very critical of myself too and wish I could do better. Writing for me is at the same time very arousing and very frustrating. It takes me literally 4 hours to write a handfull of paragraphs. Sometimes it flows and I get so horny that I'll stop and pleasure myself for a few minutes and revel in how real it feels. Then I'll be writing and struggling with fucking punctuation or just feel totally at a loss at how to describe what I'm thinking. I always come when I finish, but have better orgasms thinking of it..and you..the next morning.

I guess you didn't get to part 2 yet. It's O.K., I just wanted to tell you in case you sent it and I didn't get it for some reason. I haven't started part 3 yet, I currently have more urgent things to write. (wink) The only time I can devote to writing is at night, thank god I don't have to get up early in the mornings.

So exciting to imagine you at your computer having your mini orgasms. I loved "Profanely horny" and "Strange, chilling feeling", Mmmm, so delicious, so delicious. I could easily come right now reading the part about drinking my sperm, I have a crystal clear image of you doing it and the thrill of hearing what it felt like. I meant to take the glass upstairs with me and almost changed that part the next morning, I'm glad I didn't. I love you nasty.

 

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Journal entry

Mom just left my room and I had to write this down really fast. I hope no one ever finds this journal, but I don't want to forget one thing that's happened. She was carrying the glass that I jacked off into and left it, empty for me to use again when I needed. Everything she said to me made me hornier and hornier. First, she told me that I should never be afraid to let her see me uncovered and then she even let me know in a round about way that she WANTED to see me that way and that she wanted to take pictures of me. I hope she lets me take some of her too, it's more than I could haved dreamed, all of this.

She also warned me that we shouldn't take it too far, that the stories we both like are just fantasy and that it would be alright if we would just tease each other and "Touch a bit". I was starting to feel like she was putting an end to what's been happening with us and I was getting bummed until she said that last part. God, if she lets me see her naked tits, I don't know what I'll do. Oh my god, what if she lets me suck on her nipples while I jack off in front of her.

She also mentioned that she might let me watch some of Dad's pornos while we were alone tonight after dinner. I've always wanted to watch one and I hope I can get the nerve to bring up the subject again. Right before she left my room she was talking to me about masturbation and said that I must be doing it so often because of the stories I read. I caught her by the wrist and started to tell her that the reason I have to do it so often isn't because of the stories, but because I'm thinking of her and that she's beautiful. When we touched it felt like a lightning bolt went through me and I couldn't speak. Tonight I'm tell her that I can come at least six times a day because of her and still want more.

I just looked over at the glass that I came in and there are lipstick prints on it. Did she? No, that's impossible, I really have to get a grip, they must have been there all along, but I sure didn't notice them before. Maybe it's a different glass. I'm really going to give her something to find. I'm going to keep one just like it hidden in the refrigerator and I'm not going to leave it out until it's full.

I can't wait to see what she's going to wear tonight. She should be in the bath by now, I'm going to go down and tell her I have to pee and see if she'll let me in.

 

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Journal entry

She wouldn't let me in, she told me to use the other one and then she said, "Sometimes impatient boys miss desert." Can you believe that? I was so nervous when I knocked on the door. God, I've got to see her boobs, I'm pretty sure she's going to let me tonight and I don't want to ruin it.

I knew she would be in the bathroom for a while, so I took the opportunity to snoop in their room. I love to look through her things and feel them. I took one of her stockings and used it to make myself come. I held it so that there was about two feet of it between my hands. I was naked and on my knees in their bed with my forehead against the wall. I held my hard cock suspended in the hose, kind of like a hammock and then just moved my hands up and down in a see-sawing motion. The feeling was indescribable, kind of a really deep burning feeling as the nylon glided continuously under the head of my dick.

It was torturous because I wouldn't grasp or pump my dick at all, just the tingling grazing of the stocking. My knee kicked a pillow on the bed and something was underneath it. I pulled it out and it was a long, pink dildo. For a moment I just stared at it breathing heavily, I was almost in a trance and this perverted discovery drove me deeper. I picked it up and saw that it was still wet and covered with her cum. I smelled it and without even thinking of what I was doing, I shoved iy into my mouth. It felt so dirty and gave me the idea to try and suck my own cock. The thought that she might come in and catch me really drove me crazy. I waited till I was about to cum, then slid my hard-on into the nylon and squeezed very hard while rubbing my swollen balls with the other end. I came with such force that my dick made a squirting sound as my first blast filled mom's hose and kept shooting and spraying as I pictured the expression on her face last night, with her bare legs spread wide in front of me. God that look of passion on her face as if mad with it. I imagined her gaping mouth catching and swallowing my hot sperm.

My orgasm lasted forever and I was frozen and rigid for minutes, the dildo slid from my throat, trailing my drool. If she had come in just then, I wouldn't have been able to move a muscle. Finally it was over and I put the rubber dick back under the pillow, made it to my room and emptied my semen into the glass. I stuffed the stocking under my mattress and hurried downstairs to put the glass in the fridge. I found a good spot behind Dad's beer that I doubt she'll find.

I heard her leaving the bathroom when I was halfway up the stairs and I hurried back to my room. I want to spy on her while she's changing for dinner, but I don't want to ruin the surprise. I'm gonna get all up into some X-Box and try to chill out.

 

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Too goooooood

I've written as much as I can tonight and I have to go to bed. I wanted to finish it for you, but I'm exhausted. I have to tell you how incredible your last entries were. Just incredible and I wanted to ask if you've thought about what an amazing thing it is that we're doing or if I'm alone in feeling such a wonder at the intensity of this beautiful decadent communion of our minds. Just our minds. I'm delerious, I can't even spell the word. I'll post soon baby. I'm off work the next couple of days.

I feel you.

 

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10:30am

I woke up and the images of your letters flooded my mind. I masturbated and came thinking of your words, "Kiss mommy's nylons." I laid there for some time, still thinking of things you described and soon I was hard again. I didn't jack off again, but decided to start writing. I usually go to breakfast with my friend Dave, but he hasn't called, so I'm going to write for a while.

There was a drive-in movie theater called Blackford County Drive-in, when I was a teenager, that showed pornos. On at least one occasion Mom hinted at taking me there. I remember her saying, "I don't know what I'd do." I was too embarassed and scared to reply to the offer or to bring it up later myself, but I used to fantasize about us going and that she'd be in a skirt with stockings and that she'd get so worked up that we'd masturbate together. Almost everthing we've written about has some basis of fact in it.

Do something dirty for me today and tell me about it. Anything, but make it nasty.

 

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Vile and uncouth

I'm not sure why I'm vile or an un-appreciating pig but I like it when you talk dirty. Eating a bannana fresh from your pussy is exciting, but it's not the dirtiest thing that you could or will do for me. I'll think about it when I eat my sperm later, as requested. What are you wearing today?

In your story, I need to know where the bathroom is in relation to your bedroom. Is it upstairs or down? The one you used your dildo in.

 

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Mail

It's Yahoo, but I'm saving them in a separate folder. Why? You're to worried.

 

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Nonsense

You'll never forget all this nonsense and neither will I. I know I made a mistake by not pursuing the movie date, thanks for rubbing it in you naughty slut. I wish I could turn you over my knee and spank your bare, pink ass right now.

 

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My Journal

I've only written to the part where I've finished taking pictures of you and you've left for your room. Which bathroom did you masturbate in? I'll post what I have so far, please give me time to catch up before you post again.

 

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I'll keep your letters safe. Find a way to send me a picture and I'll do whatever you want.

 

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Journal entry

So much has happened so fast that it seems like I'm in a dream. I was hoping that my mom thought about the same kinds of things I did, the sexual things I mean and I hoped to just catch even a brief glimpse of her this weekend. My wildest fantasies seem tame and pale compared to the openness that's developed between us tonight. My mind and body are burning with lust and words can't begin to describe the new and consumingly powerful feelings, but I'll try.

Where do I start? When I tried to play video games, I couldn't focus and kept pacing back and forth between my console and my bedroom door. I couldn't wait to see more of her, but would stop myself and turn away from my door, then go back to my game and just stare at it like an idiot. I must have walked around in circles like a dumbass for ten minutes. I dressed for dinner and decided that I wouldn't bother her, but that I'd just stroll past her room and glance over for a peek.

When I walked by, mother's door was open and my plan fell apart. She was in a short robe and had her foot up on her vanity bench, trying to buckle her shoe. She was wearing the stockings I gave her and the shoes she had out looked like something a stripper might wear. They were so high and made her look so naughty. Without thinking, I asked if she needed help and immediately kicked myself for pestering her. In the sexiest way ever she replied, "Would you be a dear and help Mommy buckle her shoes?"

I must have jumped to the other side of the room and knelt at her feet. I took my time with the ankle strap and tried to drink in every angle of her toes, foot, heel and exposed leg. I was in heaven and needless to say, my penis was growing. Having finished my task with mother's ankle strap, I bided my time and felt the glorious sensation of my hand on her sheathed calf. Without speaking, she moved her foot down and lifted the other for me to fix. This put me directly between her legs and caused me to almost feel sick inside as I started attaching the tiny buckle.

Mom began speaking to me in the most erotic fashion as I fumbled with shaking hands. Saying things like, "Did you notice mommy was wearing your gift?" and "You can feel them if you like." As I knelt and worshiped her legs, her voice was like that of a goddess, coaxing and assuring me to continue. "Oh, yes darling just like that. They are yours to feel baby. That makes mommy feel so very naughty. You can go higher and feel how nice they fit. Go ahead and feel the tops of mommy's stockings, feel how nice they fit my thighs. Oh yes darling, you are such a naughty boy with your mommy. You are making your mommy have such nasty little thoughts."

Every time she said the word "Mommy", it turned my heart to butter and my dick to steel. My hands were everywhere at once, my fingers felt the hard, clear plastic of her shoe and heel as my other hand touched the point where her garter clasp held the thicker, silky top of her hose. Her hands were in my hair as I rubbed my palm on the shiny knee of her bent leg and glided my middle finger up and down the raised seam at the back of her other.

I watched her trembling visibly with my mouth open as she drew my head towards her delicious legs until my face was pressed between her thighs. The world stopped and seconds became hours, like in a car crash where every millisecond seems frozen in your mind. My face turned back and forth and burrowed into my mother until the top of my head was pressing into her pussy. I mouthed the words as her nylon encased flesh enveloped my face. "My mother's pussy. God, my own mother's pussy. My own mother's pussy. My mother's pussy."

I reached for her round, firm ass but was thwarted and obeyed as she reminded me, "You love mommy don't you and you wouldn't want her to be upset with you would you? Just keep feeling them with your hands and face honey, don't they feel wonderful? Your face feels so warm to mommy. It's warming me all up inside. That's it baby; yes that's it just like that baby. You're such a good boy for mommy. Kiss mommy's legs there, yes baby show mommy how much you love mommy's nylons. Yes. Yes, baby just like that nice and soft, OH yes Baby."

Every time the word "Mommy" met my ears, I shivered and went insane, licking and sucking the nylon between my lips. I was saying the filthiest words under my breath, "I want to suck your cunt mommy. Open your pussy for your son. Oh god, spread your pussy for my dick. Suck me in your cunt." Her legs jerked and twitched in the lewdest way as her pelvis seared and ground into my head. Just as I was about to pull my dick out of my pants she pulled my head away and told me that we had to stop. She stared with hunger in her eyes at my erection that pushed the front of my slacks out and asked me not to relieve "My condition" because she wanted me to be ready when I saw her outfit. I watched her face as I grasped my rod and re-adjusted it in my pants. For a moment I thought she would reach out and touch me there, but then her expression changed from intently serious and lustful, to a devilish grin and she turned me around and smacked my ass as she pushed me out of her room.

When the door closed behind me I leaned with my back against it and felt the top of my head. My hair was sticking up everywhere and the top of it was wet. Wet with her. I closed my eyes and held her scent to my nose. The aroma was wonderful and light. I was content to refrain from beating off, as I was 100 percent certain that I'd be rewarded later in a very special way. Our deepest, darkest desires were out in the open between us and the rules were clear. I felt a surge of masculine power and sexual confidence as I made my way to the fridge and opened a beer. I chugged the whole thing and crumpled the can, then threw it away.

I felt like a king preparing for a banquet as I swaggered through the living room. I got a call from a buddy on my cell, but ignored it. I whistled a tune as I went to the mirror in the bathroom and checked my appearance. I leaned in close and said out loud, "You are the luckiest bastard on earth." I was back in the living room when I heard her heels clicking and saw her coming down the stairs. Oh..my..god, I was smitten, she was wearing the shortest little pleated skirt that only covered the very tops of her stockings and a low cut, V-neck sweater. Her boobs were pointing straight out like I'd never seen them look before and were wobbling around crazily as she clopped on her stilt like heels.

She said something to me about "Being seen with a woman like me on our date." All I could say was the word "Fuck" as plain and loud as if I were saying hello. I guess I was feeling pretty full of myself and it just came out. She just laughed at me and came and hugged me. I was surprised at how daring she had dressed and couldn't believe that she would leave the house looking like that, it was so unlike her. Everything about her appearance screamed SEX, and I was thrilled. We took my car to the restaurant and her skirt was at her waist the whole way. When we got there I thought I was going to clock the asshole valet when he made some smart remark to my mom as she was getting out of the car. I mad-dogged him and went to her side, offering my arm.

Her breast was wiggling around on my arm as we were led to our table and I felt like a pimp to have such a dish next to me with all the men staring and the women looking really bummed. We sat in the back and had a large booth to ourselves. As soon as the waiter left, I placed my hand on her thigh and enjoyed the texture of her stockings. At first she protested, worrying that someone would see, but I assured her that they couldn't, so she relented.

I don't know if it was the wine or our new-found mutual understanding, but I started telling her things I wouldn't have dreamed of a week ago, or yesterday for that matter. I admitted that I had been fantasizing about her for a long time and about how frequently I masturbated. We talked about all kinds of things like that; my crush at school, my virginity and we spoke at length about how we needed to be very quiet about the flirting and games that we were playing together. I couldn't take my eyes off of her boobs. She seemed to be wearing a bra of some sort, but the tops of her breasts weren't covered and her nipples were pointing out like bullets. Most of the time we talked, my hand was feeling the length of her legs from her knees to the bare skin above her stockings. Whenever my hand went from her knee to her thigh my arm pressed gently into her breasts and at one point her hand was resting on my leg with her forearm right on top of my dick.

The whole dinner was so sensual and relaxed. I was very horny, but also, I just felt very proud and loving. The topic of watching some movies together popped up and I admitted that I'd never watched one before. We started to talk about playing with the digital camera when we were interrupted by Todd of all people; I was pissed when I saw him until I saw his mom. Todd was trying to act all cool and kept eyeballing mom's tits until I led him away and went to get a closer look at his mother. It seemed that they were doing just about the same thing we were from the way she was dressed. We talked for a couple of minutes before mom joined us. As the two greeted each other, I pictured them kissing each other and opening each other's shirts. Todd's mom has really big tits and they were really on display tonight. I even caught mom staring at them and imagined her sucking them. Man would that be good.

Mom nudged my arm and disrupted the scene in my head. We left and she was a little freaked out about seeing someone we knew. I told her they seemed to be doing exactly what we were and mentioned what his mom was wearing, hoping that she would make a comment about her. She remarked at how hot she looked and asked why they were out like that together. She seemed as curious as I was, as to whether the two of them ever fooled around. I hinted to the fact by saying that they went out like that whenever his father was busy.

We forgot all about them when we left and were alone together in the car. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh, then told me outright that I could continue to feel her nylons. I slid my hand right up past the top of her stocking and she caught it before I got to her panties and reminded me of our rules. She asked what I was about to tell her before dipshit ruined the moment and I told her that I was about to ask her if I could take some pictures of her, after she took mine. She questioned whether I’d be discreet and not show anyone. I promised not to and she said she would let me if I just wore my shirt around the house with nothing else on. I reminded her that I’d definitely get hard and I couldn’t control it. I was shocked to hear her say that “I hope so.”

It was hard to focus on the road with her boobs bouncing around unrestrained as we bumped along in my car. I would take my hand from her leg occasionally and push down on my dick that was screaming for release. The few times my erection had subsided in the restaurant, my balls ached. When we got inside the house, I couldn’t stand it and held her close to me. When I thanked her for the great dinner, she placed her finger to my lips and said, “Well the evening isn’t over yet is it.” I’ve never been able to be so bold with girls at school, but I held her hand and sucked her whole finger into my mouth. The look on her face was enough to satisfy me for a lifetime. Her eyes fluttered and her long false eyelashes made her look like a model. The moment was surreal and erotic.

She asked for more wine so I ran and I grabbed a bottle, opened it and poured us both a glass. When we sat down on the couch together, I made no pretense, but lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her tummy. I didn’t even look her in the eye, but just let my gaze drift between her outrageously jutting tits and nipples, then down to the magical space between her tiny panties and her stocking tops. It had been dark in the restaurant and the car, but now I could make out every detail of her beauty, every goose bump on her arms and every wrinkle of her hose. Her nipples seemed to beg me to suck at them as she sat very still without protest as I fed my desires. But the thing that really fueled my lust for her was the oily wetness that coated the entire area of the insides of her legs just below her panties.

We both stared at that point and she started breathing more rapidly and opened her legs a bit wider. Two viscous strands of her lubricant clung and draped between her thighs, fresh from my mother’s dripping cunt. I reached in slowly and placed my middle finger under the dangling slime. I drew it upwards and then began to massage it into her warm flesh; making little circles an inch away from her pussy. Then, still without looking her in the eye, I asked, “Mom, do you think when you change; you could leave your stockings on?”

She polished off her glass of wine and then kissed me and whispered into my ear with her lips brushing my earlobe. “I’ll go change now, and I’ll leave my nylons on for you.” As she rose and started to leave, I asked if I could take a few shots of her before she changed. She asked where I wanted her and we went over to the fireplace. I got her to remove her scarves and open up her top a little more. I thought she might pull her breasts right out of the V-neck, but I could just make out the pink edge of her nipples before she stopped. She let me take a few more and all the while I had to restrain myself from doing god knows what. At one point I was squatted down on the floor and she was bent over me with her foot on the coffee table. Another angle of her back over on the couch displayed the entire bottom half of her ass, which I hadn’t seen all night. My mom works out and runs a lot and her butt is epic. I asked her to bend over and push her ass in the air, but she giggled and wouldn’t do it for me. She left for her room saying that her turn was next.

As soon as mom was out of site, I went to my room and stripped down. My boxers were a mess and I tossed them aside. I wiped the head of my dick clean and put on a fresh wife-beater. I tried to relax, but the only way I could keep from making myself come was to listen to Turbonegro at full volume with my headphones on. After a few minutes, my erection subsided enough for me to leave my room.

I poured mom a glass of wine, then had the wicked idea to dip my fingers into the glass of cum behind the beer. As I coated the rim of her wine glass with my sperm I became so aroused by what I was doing and the anticipation of what was about to happen, that before I knew it my dick was in my hand and I came in volume. Now about a quarter of the cocktail glass was full and I wouldn't come pre-maturely in front of her. After I had revived, I headed for her room to wait.

 

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Ancient

I'm 46, but I look 36. Why do you ask all of the sudden? My profile should have given you a rough idea. I was enjoying our real time conversation, but after I finished the journal I had to run and buy paint. I just started painting and it's 4:00. It's hard to focus. I'm going to find way and a place for you to post a picture anonymously.

Have you started the next part of the diary or should I?

 

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It's my intention to sound like a teenager in my journal. I'm glad it's convincing. I'm trying to get in touch with how I felt back then give you that perspective. Besides, I'm not your typical geezer, I spend most of my time with kids in their early twenties. You're a tough one. I like it, but I'd also like to see you. Please think about it, I'm sure there's a way and I want it so bad. Haven't I been good? I'll post a shot of myself for one day in my profile, if you'd like. That should put you at ease as to my identity.

No other comments on my entry? I feel like I've followed yours too close and not supplied enough of my own input, but I had a lot to cover. I hope you liked it. It sounds like you already have more to add. Is that so, or would you like me to lead?

 

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God, you're good to me, I love it. I love the thought of you alone in your house, so horny as I am, sitting at your computer thinking of such filthy things and writing them down. I was so distracted and horny all day yesterday, I jacked off three times and hardly got anything done. I couldn't start a journal entry last night, so I started part 3 of the request story. I want to send it to you, because I want to think of you masturbating for me today, but I don't want to ruin the surprise.

If you have time today, will you put a drop of honey on your nipples and suck it off for me? Will you bind your breasts again for me? I wish you could see my cock right now. If I get a P.O. box, will you send a picture?

 

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I won't be able to post a journal entry today. If I start writing now, I won't be able to work. I have to finish painting because we're going to list this house in a few days and this is the only day I have left. Believe me when I say that I'm very anxious to respond and add to what you've started. It seems so real to me.