When I woke up this morning, mom looked so beautiful laying there. She was on her side, facing away from me and I could make out the outline of her curves through the sheet My mind, flooded with the events from the past few days, wasn’t sure what was real and what was imagination. Had these days actually happened or was it some fucked up dream that felt so real I could practically feel the cum in my boxers?
A moment later as I moved my leg I looked down – yeah, scratch that . . . there WAS cum in my boxers. Just wasn’t sure whose it was. Mine? Hers? Both?
I stood up to stretch and walked over to see her laying there. Every inch of her was beautiful. The way her hair laid across her face, that subtle sense that she was completely relaxed and happy. I was about to walk away to jump in the shower when I noticed her diary by the edge of the bed. Against my better judgement, I picked it up quietly and thumbed through it when I came to the day after Valentine’s Day, her last entry. I walked back to my side of the bed and sat down to read it.
It only took a few minutes to read, maybe 3-4, but it made my heart beat so fast I was about to burst. My mind kept going back to several key words . . . ‘womb’ and ‘bald little sweet spot’. Although these brought back flashbacks from that night that made me smile, there was one phrase that stood out above all. The very last line. That last, life changing line made my heart stop . . . ‘I am HIS bitch … and my son owns me!’
Nothing could have prepared me for that. It scared me and excited me at the same time. We had crossed that forbidden bridge and there was no going back. How could we?
I looked over at mom as she slept and smiled. I remembered her touch, her smell, her taste. My head was swimming in excitement, but she needed her rest so I quietly went to the bathroom to shower.
As I got in the shower, a thought occurred to me. As I was reading mom’s diary a few minutes ago, a small voice was trying to tell me something but my excitement drowned it out. That voice wasn’t trying to tell me anything about what she wrote necessarily, but, rather, what she didn’t.
My mom apparently has a dirty mouth (and dirty mind), but she didn’t mention any of it. Not one word. Maybe she chooses to ignore this, or maybe keeps those thoughts only in those passionate moments, I don’t know.
On Valentine’s Day, when we first fucked, she was fairly quiet until she asked me to cum inside her. As I was pumping her she looked me in the eye and said “that’s right baby, fuck mommy’s little pussy. It feels so good to have you back inside me sweetie. My body’s missed you Mark!” No mention of that, but it was super hot in the moment.
I thought that was a bit on the dirty side, but the morning after was WAY dirtier. After we had our little “talk” and I went down on her, she was pulling my face into her pink and I remember her borderline shouting “fuck Mark…you can eat pussy WAY better than your dad. That’s right baby…right there. FUUUUCK baby! Eat that pussy you came out of sweetie!”
Once she squirted, she calmed down for a few seconds and then said “you did NOT get that gene from your dad! He NEVER ate me out and when he did, he sucked at it. I guess my body needed to make its perfect match. Your tongue was custom made for me sweetie!”
I was already hard, but when I heard that, I was about ready to shoot my load. I rolled her over and took her doggy style. After a few pumps she said “fuck baby, you feel so good! You’re hitting that spot on my cervix just right sweetie, don’t stop.” A few moments later she added “fuck baby, your dad could never hit that spot from behind. Leave it to his son to do what he couldn’t! It’s crazy how your dick was made for mommy’s pussy!” She squirted a few seconds later and then wanted to flip over on her back for missionary so she could see me when I came inside her.
After I started to get a rhythm going, she smiled at me and looked into my eyes, which made it more intimate and close. I LOVED it. I felt like I was the luckiest guy in the world.
She flashed the biggest smile then whispered “when I married your dad, I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. Only now do I realize he was just a stepping stone . . . I needed him to make my own happily ever after!” She gave me a wink and then closed her eyes to enjoy the ride.
But of all moments to leave out of her diary, I thought surely she would’ve included the ending. Right as I was about to cum, she clasped her hands around my head, looked me in the eye, and whispered “Honey, I know you’ve been mad at your dad since the divorce. Now’s your chance to displace him and take everything that was once his. You’re already fucking his first love and first wife . . . now flood my pussy and put a baby in your mother and his high school sweetheart!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lnvdx4/found_moms_diary