His Mothers Diary
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Introduction
The summer I turned 17, I started keeping a diary as a writing exercise. The first couple months were rather mundane, but things took a dramatic turn right after Labor Day. I recently came across the diary when we were settling my mother?s estate. The following is extracted from that diary, edited for readabilty, and only slightly embellished. I?ll follow up with more entries if folks like it.
Tuesday, September 7
BIG doings today!!! I still can?t really believe it?and the best part is that I have definite proof?.
One of those late-summer, mid-Atlantic mornings?.still just a hint of cool dampness, but definitely knew it would be a scorcher later on. Went to the woods with new 1000MM lens and 2X adapter, thought I?d give them a shot.
Since public schools went back yesterday, I knew I?d have the place to myself. Parked the bike off the loop, and walked down to the edge of the golf course. Got some great distance stuff of the clubhouse, etc?oh, c?mon?get to the good stuff!
Was on the way back after 3 rolls of film (both color, and 1 b/w), and decided to go down to the pit to burn one. I was still messing around with the new lens, and was looking through the viewer when I saw something moving in the sun on the berm behind the pit.
Got a good focus on?.BETSY!!!!! NAKED!!!!! Damn near dropped the Nikon right there on the spot. Leaned up against a tree to try to get steadier focus?and sure enough, good ole? Beets right there in all her glory, spread out like a starfish in the noonday sun. Loaded a roll of b/w, and decided to get closer so I could lose the 2X?
Remembered the platform E and R built, and thought I?d give it a shot. PERFECTO!!! Then, to make it even better, who comes out of the cave but Betsy?s friend Suzanne?.guess they don?t start until next week either. Wearing a bikini, and carrying something in her hands?.definitely won the kewpie doll on this deal!
Good thing I went to the woods today, good thing I parked the minitrail on the downside of the loop, good thing I went to the pit, and GOOD THING I USED B/W film!!!! Can?t wait for everyone to leave in the morning, so I can develop all 5 rolls of film I shot at the pit without looking over my shoulder?.
Wednesday
I have to get this down in some kind of order. I laid out everything on contact sheets so I could follow a story line, and made half a dozen copies?.for posterity!!! Who?da thought my next door neighbor was such a dirty girl!!! And where?s she been hiding those titties???
Made a sandwich, and sat down out back to look through what I had. Betsy naked, Suzanne standing at the edge of the pit, running her hands up and down Betsy?s body, playing with her tits, down her tummy, and into her twat?.thought I was gonna lose it right there!!!!
Just about then, I heard Betsy and her mother?.and heard the BIG L start the car and drive off?heard Betsy moving around on her back porch. Looking at the pictures?just kept getting dirtier?finally couldn?t stand it?I never really thought about it, but realized I OWN HER ASS!!!
"Hey Beets?you want to check out some pix I shot yesterday? Got some great stuff with my new lens." "Sure?be right over?" I really did this to someone I?ve known most of my life. A minute later, she came around to the gate, and came in. "What?d you get," she asked, sitting down and grabbing one of my butts. So I showed her?.
She screamed, jumped up, threw the cig at me, yelled, "YOU SICK FUCK," and ran out. Didn?t expect that, and figured I?d better stash my extra copies DEEP in case things broke bad. Had just finished putting my closet back in order when I heard a knock at the door. Went down, and there?s Betsy, a little teary, a little shaky, but back. I opened the screen door, and she walked by me into the living room.
"What are you going to do with those pictures," she whispered. "Well, that depends." "On what?" "On you?what would you do to make sure they never got out?that no one ever saw them?" "Oh, god?." Tears really streaming now. "What do you want?"
"Well, I haven?t really had time to think about it, but given what?s in them, I?d bet you?ll go pretty far, right?" She nodded. "What," I said. "Yes," she barely breathed. "WHAT," I yelled, making her jump. "Yes," she sobbed. I took a deep breath, feeling like I was about to jump off a cliff.
"O.K., here?s the deal. You?re going to be my slave. For the next year, until I go away to college, you?ll do anything I say, anytime I say, any where I say. If you don?t, I?ll make sure these pictures get out both around the neighborhood and around your school. "
"A whole year?" "Yep, and that year starts here and now." "I?m not sure I can do this." "Tell you what, I?ve got to take a leak. If you agree, go downstairs, take your clothes off, and wait for me. When I?m done, I?ll come down. If you?re not there, I?ll know you don?t care who sees them." Without waiting for an answer, I walked past her and went to the john.
I took awhile in the bathroom?my dick was so hard it was just about impossible to pee. FINALLY I was able to unload my bladder. Washed up REALLY well, gave myself a wink in the mirror, and headed off to the greatest day of my life!
Went downstairs as quietly as I could, looked around the corner, and what a sight. There she was, over on the far side of the pool table. Her shorts and tee were on the table, and she was standing facing the fireplace. As I watched, her hands reached up to undo her bra?man , she was shaking so bad I thought she?d never get it undone. But after a half-dozen tries or so, she finally got it. She turned around to put it with her other clothes, saw me, and froze.
Before either of us had time to think, she clutched her bra to her chest and just stood there, staring at me. "God, I hate you," she hissed, without moving. "That?s not really important right now, is it? The important thing is that you?re here, you?re mine, and you were just carrying out your first order. Now put that down, and put your arms down at your sides."
She tried to stare me down, but finally looked down, reached out to drop her bra, then slowly, biting her lip, she put her hands to her side. As I watched, not saying anything, I saw a blush spread all the way from her nipples, across her chest and neck, up her face, finally disappearing into her hairline.
I croaked, "I?m getting some water. While I?m gone, finish stripping, then get up on the pool table, lay down on your back, and put your hands and feet in the corner pockets." On the way out of the room, I turned out all the lights except for the one over the table.
Got two glasses of ice water and was about to head back down when I had a thought, and went up to my room to get the one set of contacts I left out. I went back down making noise this time, and when I got back Betsy was naked, spread-eagle on the felt. I put the water and pictures on the coffee table, and went to take my first close-up look at my new toy.
Hadn?t really considered Beets as a sexual thing?too many other cuties in the neighborhood?but now that she?s mine, kinda pretty, dirty blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, skinny, 32B titties, brown cone-shaped nips, flat tummy, VERY pronounced love bone, whispy reddish-blonde pubes, boney hips, long, skinny legs.
Reached down to touch her stomach?her head?s turned to the side, eyes closed tight. As I felt her flesh for the first time, she opened her eyes wide, breathed in really deep, and closed her eyes tight again. "Open your eyes," I said. She did, staring at the wall. "Look at me, " I ordered, hand still on her tummy. As she looked at me, I almost broke. Biting her lip, tears streaming from both eyes.
"This doesn?t have to be awful, you know," I said, moving my hand in small circles. "Yeah? How would you feel if you were me?" "You didn?t seem to mind taking orders yesterday," I offered, tracing larger routes around her mid-section. "That was different! That was?" "That was what," I asked.
"Nothing," she snapped. "Just do what you?re going to do." Sliding my hand right down on top of her pubes, I said, "Now, that?s not a good attitude, is it? And before you answer, just remember why you?re here in the first place. You?re mine, and we?re gonna do things my way." I slid my hand up to her left tit, and gave it a healthy squeeze.
"OWWWWW," she raised up off the table a little, then settled back down as I eased off. "Please," she whispered, "I promised." "Promised who?" "Barb?Suzanne," she answered. "You were about to say Barbara, weren?t you?" "Oh, god" "WEREN?T YOU?" "Yes." "Sounds like a story to me. We?ll get back to that."
"First off, yesterday I watched you playing with yourself. I want to see you do that now." "Pervert," she hissed. "That may be, but you did and you will." Shutting her eyes, she slowly brought her hands down to her tits, rubbing her nips with her thumbs. "Nice," I said after a few minutes, "but I didn?t say you could shut your eyes." As she opened them, I said, "now how about moving one hand on down the way?"
Staring at the ceiling, she slowly slid her right hand down to rest between her legs, middle finger along her slit. "Please," she said, "I?m still sore." "From what, from fucking a stick?" "Yes, it was my first time." "Now THAT?s a story I?ve got to hear. But first, you?re gonna help me with a little problem. Instead of licking a wooden toy, you?re gonna try the real thing. Get up."
She rolled off the table and stood up in front of me, hands clasped together in front of her crotch, and arms squeezed together as if to hide her. "Hands at your sides and stand up straight," I ordered. "Now, go turn on all the lights, and come back here." She was REALLY quick, as if being in motion was being less exposed.
She came back to where she started, and I watched while she fought an internal war with herself, her hands moving several times to cover herself but finally going to rest at her sides again. Moving directly in front of her, I leaned in to kiss her.
She recoiled, so I stood back and barked, "?kay, if that?s the way you want it, we?ll do things the other way. Feet three feet apart, and hands behind your head." Staring right back at me, she did as I?d ordered.
"It?s probably good to get a few things straight. What are you?" "What do you mean," she said. "What are you? Why are you standing here naked in my basement? What did I tell you upstairs? What are you?" "Oh, that." "Damn right, now what are you?" "Okay, I?m your slave," she sneered.
"Right. That means your job is to make sure your Master is happy. In fact, we should probably get it out in the open. If you disobey or disappoint, you will be punished. You can always end this, and take your chances with having the world see those, " I said with a little more confidence than I was feeling and pointing to the contact sheets on the coffee table.
"What do you mean, punished?" "Well, slaves used to get whipped, and certainly bad little girls deserve to get spanked, so let?s just leave it at that for now." "Like hell you?re gonna whip me!" "Fine, then what?s it going to be?are you going to be a good slave, or do you want to take your chances?" She stood there, staring at me, wanting for all the world to tell me off. She blinked. "I?ll be good."
"Fine, then there won?t be any reason for me to punish you, will there?" "No." "I think ?No, Sir? would be more appropriate, don?t you?" "You?ve gotta be kidding!" "No, I?m not, and any further outburst will earn six smacks with my belt. Remember, you can always just leave. Now come over hear and kiss me."
It took her about forever to cross the 3 feet between us. She took in a deep breath, then leaned in towards me as if I was on fire. I grabbed her around the waist, and said, "Oh, c?mon. Put your arms around me and kiss me!" Slowly, her arms came up around my neck, and she pulled me to her. How can such skinny lips feel so hot and full?
As I watched, she opened her eyes only to look directly into mine. She shut her eyes tight and blushed again (man, her whole body gets hotter when she does that!), then opened her eyes to look at me as she pushed her tongue slowly into my mouth. In absolute heaven, I became increasingly aware of my hardon now pressed against her tummy.
I slid my hand up to cup her right breast, causing her to gasp a little then get right back to tongue wrestling. As I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I could feel it harden, and she began to push back against the pressure just a bit. I reached up and took hold of her wrist, slowly pulling it down between us and pressing it against my now well-tented shorts.
Mustering all the confidence I could find, I broke our kiss and said in a strong voice, "It?s time to serve your Master, slave." Stepping back to lean against the pool table, I guided her in front of me and began to push down on her shoulders. "Please, can?t we turn the lights out?" "I want to see you, slave." She whimpered a little, then allowed herself to be pushed to her knees.
"I?ve never done this before." "Really? Then what did I see yesterday?" "That was?" "That was what, practice?" "I guess so." "Well then, it?s time for the real thing. Now undo my shorts." Hands shaking, she undid my belt, unbuttoned the button, and began to pull down my fly. Her fingers slipped off the zipper several times, and I finally got frustrated, reached down, and finished the job myself.
She pulled at my shorts, and they got hung up on my cock. She pulled at the front to make room, and my 7 inches popped her right in the nose! She sat back on her heels, staring at my crotch. I looked down, my cock was twitching, ready to burst. I reached down, grabbed her by the back of her head, and pulled her back up on her knees. I slid my hands down her shoulders to her wrists, pulling her hands back to my waist.
"This time won?t take long." Holding her wrists, I started sliding her hands towards each other. As she touched me, we both jumped, but she didn?t let go. As she held me in her hands, I could see a small change come over her. She was still blushing continually, but her eyes never left my dick, which was jumping up and down like an excited puppy.
I reached back down and grabbed her gently by the pony tail. Pulling her head towards me, I said, "kiss me there." I was already on the edge, but the feeling of her warm lips on the tip of my cock sent me over, and, "OH?GODDDDDDDDD?" I shot all over her face. "EWWWWWW!!!" she screamed, and ran up the stairs where I heard the bathroom door slam.
I calmed down, slipped my shorts back on, then turned off all the lights except the down lights over the sofa. Took Betsy?s clothes and put them in the wall cabinet. Lit a cig, had a drink of water, and sat back with the pictures, admiring my work. I heard the toilet flush, and a few seconds later I heard her coming back downstairs.
As she came back across the room, I could see her eyes go first to the pool table, then around the room. "Where?s my clothes?" "You?ll get them back when I say so. Now, let?s talk about these pictures. Come over here and sit next to me." "You got to put your shorts on." "That?s right, slave, now come here."
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CuckoldDear Diary, I am typing this now as I’m watching my sweet hubby fucking my daughters. I took a break just now from giving a prolonged blowjob to my husband for almost 20 minutes and the bottom part of my tongue is aching from it. I wanted to relax for a bit before joining in the action, drink some water, and I also needed to give some time to my daughters to enjoy as I’m not selfish enough to have the fun all by myself. My younger daughter has already started to complain about me, blaming that...
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September 1 Dear Diary, First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Jane Stevens and I can't believe I started at the infamous St Trinians school school today! I learned that there are over 600 students in the school - but only about 100 in the senior year - still I doubt I'll ever get to know all of them, I just hope to recognize a few of them!!! They said that the senior year is the easiest one of all, I don't believe it!!! My roommate seems nice enough, but we don't have any...
Lynn’s Diary: my travels down a road of sexual exploration… My mind is reeling; it’s hard for me to comprehend everything that happened last night. I’m lying here in bed, stark naked, and I’m not alone. (That, in itself, is front page news for me, ever since my divorce four years ago). Not only am I not alone, but the companions are in bed with me. (Yes, there are two of them…) I hardly know where to begin, as I think about how to write today’s diary entry. I look back over the last four...
HardcoreA few years ago, I moved back in with my parents. I became depressed after the man I loved (supposedly) died while touring in Afghanistan, and I needed the support. When I moved back in, I discovered just how big of a whore my little sister had become while I was away. (And how big of a slut she had been without my noticing.)One Friday night she left to attend a college frat party while mom and dad went on date night. With nothing to do so early in the evening, I decided to do some chores. I...
Dec 27, 2006 Dear Diary, Mummy has been as good as her word! She enrolled me today in a ballet school, my Christmas present from her: six months of weekly dance lessons to see if I have what it takes for that kind of life. Do I have the discipline required. The instructor is a rather handsome man in his mid-thirties or early-forties, I'd guess ... but with an athletic build and cute bum ... a dancer in his youth most likely. Not sure if he's gay. Most male dancers are, you know. He was...
Beep, Beep, Beep, Fuck, I forgot to turn that dam alarm clock off again, it’s Saturday morning. But before I could get out of my bed, Darcy came into my room wearing her white robe, and she shut it off. “Dam-it Marcy, it’s Saturday,” she said as she came over to me and sat down on my bed. She then leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I open my mouth and her tongue went into my mouth. I could tell she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, her breath smelled terrible, but I’m sure mine was just as...
All-in-all this has been a crappy year, so when a heavy package arrived from the law firm of Holland, Scharz and Jacobs I was expecting the worst. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company...
InterracialDorothy and Maude spend the week with Donald and Emma. Twice more, the four women do play together. Once in the afternoon when Donald and Emma are both out, and one night when the two older women slip out in the night, as arranged, to spend the night with Karen and Julie. The morning after that night together, all are a bit groggy at breakfast.Donald and Emma want Dorothy and Maude to stay through New Year’s, but the women say no, they want to enjoy being on the train heading home on New Year’s...
Love StoriesDear diary Sept 12 Saturday, OMG diary this is the first time I have made an entry that really feels like it means something. Today, well tonight actually mom drank almost half a bottle of wine and got really drunk. She started crying and apologizing to me but I couldn't get her to tell me why she was sorry at first. Finally she said it was because she was such a geek, and that she knows that she raised me to be such a geek too. I think that its because she's really lonely, all...
This is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her f****y was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old f****y papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
January 1st 2017Dear Diary,Well, I did it again. New Year’s resolution nailed within half an hour of the clock striking twelve. And why not, eh? Why set targets that take all year when you can get immediate results?It’s Saskia’s fault. This year, last year and the year before. All her. She’s a bad influence. She arranged things in advance this time - practically sold tickets. Brazen slut! She’s terrible but you’ve got to love her. You should have seen what she was wearing last night. Absolutely...
Oral SexWe were having coffee after dinner when she excused herself, with a wink, to visit the restroom. For no particular reason, I glanced at her open purse lying on the table and noticed the small pink book that said “Diary” on the cover. I sheepishly pulled it out and fanned the pages to browse its contents. My heart nearly stopped beating when I read the latest entry: "Dear Diary, I’m going out with him again this week and it is so bitter sweet. Such a sweet, generous man, but one who is very...
FetishThis is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her family was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old family papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
The following are excerpts from a adult baby diary found a few years back at a garage sale. I have no idea if it truely happened. Saturday: College is no different than the rest of my life. Because of my size, I 'm forgotten, looked over, lonely. It might be better to be a dwarf, at least they don't look like a kid, but me, I'm just little. People mistake me for an eight year old and I have to buy all my clothes in the kids department. I've always been a basketball fan,...
LILY'S DIARY June 15 I've just started work for my new employers, Mr Trent, Bill, and Ms Williams, Alison, but of course I have to just call them Sir and Madam. She's told me to write this occasional diary and assured me that I won't be punished whatever I write, although of course I would be if I spoke the same words. She's told me that it would amuse her to read about my reactions to my new life of work here but I don't understand why. I arrived last night but was excused...
Please read the writer’s guidelines before adding chapters. A diary gets released onto the internet as everyone finds about the deepest, darkest, most private secrets that were once locked away in a diary. Perhaps they’re an egotistical jock who will finally be taken down a peg, or maybe they’re a pop star being controlled by her label, finally able to free herself and be free. Whoever it is, I wouldn’t envy them, and yet... maybe I would? This is clearly a new thing I’m trying. It’s similar to...
I don't know what to say about Barbie... Malibu Barbie, to be precise. I hadn't seen her in all those years. Memories rushed in that I'd pushed back into the recesses of my mind. Time was, I'd use it as my primo dildo. Not the head, mind you, my hole isn't that big! The feet, always feet first. Yes, both of them. Once started, I'd poke my fingers inside me and move the legs from side to side. I realized I'd absentmindedly spread my legs apart and discovered I was cupping my...
Bad things happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeWhat can happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeIf you found this diary, please do know that everything written in here is true. Whatever happened or written in here, no matter what I said or what I wrote, please know that I love you. I always love you and always do. I want to share this with you, but I can’t bring myself to tell you this in person. Thus, the diary. Forgive me, honey. And I love you. Always. Winter, Your loving wife. 12th August 2015 Dear husband, Today is our wedding day. I was so excited about it. Everything...