His Mother's Diary

*

A couple weeks later, Curt's mother appeared in the living room wearing a Halloween costume. She was wearing a black wig, plastic gold arm and wrist bracelets, gold head band, tall white and gold boots and a small, white skirt with matching top -- her tummy exposed.

"Well?" she asked her son, his eyes widening.

"Uh."

"I'm Cleopatra. What do you think?"

"Um, it's nice," Curt said, blushing, turning away.

His mother giggled, gave him a hug and told him to have a nice night. She was going to a Halloween party, Curt assumed with TJ, and would be back late.

Curt heard a car honk from the driveway. "I better go, my friend is here. Goodnight!" Miranda said, taking her leave.

Curt rushed to a window, watching her get into the car of a black man -- TJ. He watched her head immediately go to TJ's lap. Curt shook his head watching his mother's head bob up and down as TJ backed out of the driveway.

He read more of her diary. She had new entries. They were all about TJ, his black cock, and what his mother loved about it. She loved how big and long it was; how TJ could be rough and animalistic, or gentle and loving. He read about how much she loved drinking his cum, occasionally taking a huge load on her face.

Several more entries and Curt was caught up. He decided to go to bed, not jack off, and forget all about this. He knew who the man was, he knew who his mother was spending time with, and he knew what she loved -- black cock. He frowned and rolled over to sleep.

*

He was asleep when she arrived. Curt's mom tried to be quiet while having sex with TJ. But her moans of pleasure, while not as loud as they were at TJ's apartment, were enough to wake Curt.

"Beautiful," Curt thought, mouth hanging open, watching his mother in her Cleopatra costume, minus the skirt, thong pulled to the side, ride TJ's glorious black dick. With the black wig and accessories, she looked just like an erotic, Egyptian, sexual goddess.

Curt couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed back to his room and jacked off, pumping his cock for several seconds until it erupted all over his floor.

When he settled down, he used a dirty t-shirt from the corner to clean his mess. "All she wants is black dick," he grumbled before going back to sleep.

The next morning TJ was gone and Curt did his best to avoid his mother.

*

A week later, his mother came home from work, barely saying anything to her son. Something was wrong. She seemed troubled and distracted, unable to focus on dinner.

"You ok?" Curt asked, hoping she wasn't mad at him, hoping she didn't find out he read through her diary.

"Fine," Miranda lied.

They ate dinner in silence, his mother retreating to the shower afterward, leaving Curt to clean the dishes.

Curt waited for a few days before he could get to her diary again. His mother was better, but he could tell something was still bothering her. One day before she got home, he took his opportunity to read her newest entries.

"The woman at the gym knows TJ and I are sleeping together. She's been glaring at me from across the locker room. I've seen her staring at me, sizing me up again. She's bound to see me as a threat. Maybe she wants TJ. She can have him, if she wants. He and I aren't committed."

Miranda arrived home earlier than expected. Curt closed the diary, stuffing it under the chair cushion and ran out of his mother's room.

"This is stupid. I shouldn't do this. If she wants to be a slut and be all about black cock, so be it. She's not treating me poorly," Curt thought, rolling over on his bed. A pang of anger still tugged at his heart. He thought he knew why he was angry, but still couldn't admit it.

-6-

Curt's shower masturbation sessions decreased along with his late night cock erupting orgasms with thoughts of his mother on his mind.

He stopped reading her diary. He barely noticed her writing in it. He instead focused on school work. It was difficult; Curt struggled to resist the urge to invade her privacy. It was like an addiction he was quitting cold-turkey.

Overall, his mother seemed much happier as the holidays approached. Every weekend Miranda was out on Friday and Saturday nights. Curt didn't know what she was up to and didn't care.

Thanksgiving and Christmas were boring. He saw some family, but it was nothing special. He couldn't help but notice how jovial his mother was while conversing with relatives. Curt shrugged it off, keeping to himself.

The night before New Year's Eve, Curt saw his mother writing in her diary again. She was humming, occasionally giggling while she wrote.

Curt rolled his eyes. "Great. Writing on and on about how much she loves black cock. Slut." He got up and went to his room.

There was a knock at his door an hour later. "Come in," Curt said, knowing it was his mother. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hi. You got any plans tomorrow?" his mother asked, sitting on his bed.

For a brief second Curt thought she would ask him to hang out or go to dinner. "Uh no."

"Aww. Well if you want to go out with your friends, please be safe. I'll be hanging with my friends; I'll probably be home very late. I'll leave that pasta dish you love so much in the fridge."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Curt said.

His mother patted his knee, stood and kissed his forehead. Curt closed his eyes, her sweet smelling hair filling his nostril.

"Goodnight," she smiled at her son, closing his door.

"Goodnight," Curt sighed.

*

"The woman at the gym confronted me. Her name is Danielle. She's married as I suspected. I truly thought she was going to beat me up."

Curt's mouth dropped, after reading that line in his mother's diary. Miranda was out for New Year's Eve. Curt, home alone, not caring about hanging out with his friends, decided to catch up on some reading. He pushed guilt aside, unable to ignore the desire to read it, and gave in. "She slammed me against a locker before I had a chance to change, or well, do anything. She was so strong. She held me in place, her forearm against my collarbone. I was able to get a good look at her face. She appeared to be a few years older than me, in her early 40s, I'd say. She wasn't the most attractive up close, I suppose.

She told me she knew what TJ and I are up to. She said she could tell all about me just by looking at me. I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her.

Danielle told me I was made for one thing and one thing only -- it was the one thing she was also made for. I was confused.

She spun me around in the empty locker room and slammed me against the locker again. She pulled down my shorts, while pinning me against the locker with her free arm. I thought about screaming, but something about this told me she wasn't going to hurt me like I initially though.

Danielle slapped my bare ass several times. She told me it was made for one thing -- black cock.

She turned me back around, not pressing hard against me like before. She smiled and, looking me over. She took a step back and turned her back to me. I watched Danielle slowly pull her black, tight shorts down, revealing her own bare ass.

She told me hers was made for black dick too. Her butt was gorgeous, so sexy.

I asked her what the hell she wanted, why was she telling me this. Facing me again, she said TJ as her answer. She wanted him; she wanted every single black man she saw. Danielle then proposed she and I work together. She demanded my phone number.

I didn't know what to say.

She grabbed my hands, placing them on her ass. She told me squeeze and for some reason I did. Danielle told me she has a network of women that all work together and find black cock. She told me I could be part of it -- I could be a black cock queen like her.

I released her toned ass; I didn't know what to say. She told me to think about it. Danielle admitted she saw me as a threat at first, but then decided since I met and fucked TJ the first time he showed up to the gym, that I might make a good ally for her network.

I went home, shaken, thinking about her words. TJ snuck over around 2am, we had quiet sex, not waking Curt. I couldn't help but picture Danielle and I slobbering all over TJ's cock."

"No way," Curt thought. He had to know more. "This explains her being out of sorts that week."

-7-

"I thought about Danielle's offer for a few days. The thought of a married woman sneaking around bothered me. I wondered if she wore it for show, or was really married. I looked for her at the gym, not seeing her out front or in the sauna. I didn't see her in the women's locker room, but I heard moans coming out of the men's.

Behind me I heard a couple people approaching. They were whispering something, I caught a few words, and then two younger black men brushed past me saying Danielle was in the locker room. Just as I figured.

I waited and waited in the women's locker. Finally she appeared. I asked her if she was married. She was brushing sweat off her forehead and tummy. Her hair was a mess and it looked as though she haphazardly put her clothing back on.

She said she was -- almost 20 years. I grimaced at hearing her words. How could she do this to her husband? Danielle pinned me up against locker and kissed me -- hard.

I was petrified, I let her. She asked me if I tasted the semen on her tongue, I nodded. Danielle told me I could drink it every single day if I wanted, she would help me.

She demanded my number again, a devilish grin on her face this time. I sighed, and gave it to her. What was I thinking? Black cock I guess.

She thanked me and asked about TJ. She said she wanted him. I did too, again. I also wanted to see her in action; I wanted to watch her fuck. Later that night, I got a chance to.

Danielle rode with me over to TJ's after showering in the locker room. I couldn't help but steal a few glances at her muscular body in the stall next to mine. Maybe her body was built to serve black men. I'd find out soon.

She called her husband, talking sweetly to him, lying about going dinner with a friend. Danielle made sure to use female pronouns. I remained silent, fueled by my own lust for black cock.

She was insane -- absolutely insane. She nearly broke TJ's bed. She squatted up and down on his black pole, never stopping, never slowing, and cumming over and over. Those squats and lunges paid off. I sat in TJ's bedroom, watching her. She didn't even let me cum, pushing me off his bed, and attacking him.

TJ couldn't hold out any longer. He came, filling her pussy, in far less time than he did with me. Perhaps Danielle was just that good. She was built for black cock.

I listened to her cuss and grunt like a man might. She kissed TJ hard, playfully slapping him, saying he had a good dick.

I smiled at TJ, nodding at him. He thanked me for bringing a friend.

I drove back to the gym parking lot, letting her out. She told me she'll see me soon. I don't know what to expect. I'm kind of excited but scared at the same time."

New Year's Eve dragged on, Curt jacked off while reading his mother's diary, going from page to page of entries she wrote since his break from reading it back in November. Midnight came and went, Curt didn't notice.

He read about their escapades, how this Danielle woman introduced his mother to a new world -- a world full of fucking black men.

Miranda's diary entries skipped to weekends only, this explained why Curt hardly saw her write in it. He wondered if she wrote it during the morning before he woke up.

Curt read about Danielle's "associates".

"I met Aline and Melissa. Two tall Latina's, hour glass bodies, big booties like Danielle, and well, me. I'm getting very impressed with the results of my consistent work outs.

Anyway, Danielle called them her associates, or wing women. She sometimes called them black cock hunters. They found black men at the club and brought them to this married woman -- Danielle. They also allowed Danielle to stay at one of their apartments and cheat on her husband with black men.

I had to hide my disgust at Danielle and her friends -- after all, I wanted black cock too.

The first night the four of us were at a club, a night Danielle told her husband was a girl's night out, we ended up back at Aline's with four black men. I don't even remember the name of the one they found for me.

We switched and took turns with them all."

Curt paused -- disdain toward his mother going down this slutty path rising. It wasn't the only thing rising. His cock was too. He kept reading.

"I invited TJ out the following weekend. He already knew Aline and Melissa. He no doubt fucks them every once in a while. With a body like his, he probably has pussy every day.

TJ wasn't alone. He brought a friend. A friend I nearly fainted upon seeing. I thought TJ was a hunk, his friend, a man named Ulysses, was even more so. I wanted to strip naked upon seeing him, and ride both their cocks until the sun rose.

Danielle maintained her composure upon meeting Ulysses. She's probably had so much black cock that nothing fazes her.

Two Latinas, two white women, two black men was our composition. TJ and Ulysses had a woman on each arm.

We all ended back in TJ's bed. Six people crammed in there, Danielle directing the event. TJ and Ulysses were on their backs while the four of us slid, slithered, licked, kissed all over their bodies. We took turns sitting on their faces and riding their cocks.

I was sitting on Ulysses' face, Danielle was riding him. We switched. She was facing away from me, sitting on Ulysses' face. Her ass, it was so amazing. I only hope I can get mine to be a good as hers -- perfect for black cock.

The four of us women eventually fell asleep. After TJ and Ulysses' cocks erupted like fountains for us. We held our tongues out, collecting their cum."

Curt put her diary down, squeezed his cock several times, and ejaculated all over himself.

-8-

His mother came home on New Year's Day, smiling sweetly at her son. Curt smiled back, nodding awkwardly to her. He watched her do laundry, clean up the kitchen, and then sit and write in her diary. He shook his head.

"She's so beautiful," he thought. "No," he stopped himself, attempting to build anger toward her.

He felt awkward and ashamed around her, so Curt mostly kept to himself, focusing on school work. He would read her diary on the weekends, when she was out with Danielle.

The two of them were like best friends, sleeping with as many black men as Danielle and her associates could find. However, Curt could tell that his mom didn't quite approve of Danielle, only using her to obtain more black cock. Miranda never wrote about how Danielle was cheating on her husband, opting to ignore that horrible fact.

Curt read about Miranda, Danielle, and TJ's threeways. He read about Ulysses joining in when he was in town. He read about the two wing women helping out occasionally.

One entry stood out for Curt. He learned more about Danielle.

"There's something odd about her. No, not odd, horrible. Danielle's married, but she also has a son. He's Curt's age. He doesn't go to the same high school though.

I struggle to put my conscience on hold. Every time I'm around Danielle I want to tell her how horrible she is. But I don't. My mouth is usually filled with black cock and cum. She supplies me with what I crave. My conscience can keep quiet.

Tonight though, on our way back to a random guy's apartment, she talked more about her family. She belittled them, she mocked them, she bragged about her lifestyle.

She made fun of her husband's cock and bedroom stamina. Then..."

There was an empty section of the page. Curt's eyes scrolled down, noticing his mother's hand writing became jagged, not as clean and eloquent.

"She belittled her son. She called him a little bitch, like his father. She went on about how he'll never please a woman with a little white dick like his dad."

"What?" Curt asked out loud. "Danielle's psychotic."

"I was too shocked to say anything. How could she? How could a mother ever talk about her son like that? What is wrong with her? What's wrong with me? Why didn't I tell her to take me home right then?

Loneliness, boredom, horniness, and wanting black dick. She is the supplier and there is so very much of it. That's why I shut up. I feel so stupid now. I could never, ever imagine talking about Curt like that. I love him more than anything, more than, well, my own sex life."

His mother's hand writing returned to its normal style. She was angry, livid when she wrote that about Danielle.

A new tidal wave of guilt washed over Curt once more. Any blood in his penis, any sexual arousal he had from reading of his mother's sexcapades, died down. He wasn't horny anymore. He didn't want to read anymore. He put the diary back and went to bed, lying wide awake for hours.

*

Curt continued watching his mother, not have sex, but simply watching her. He watched her cook dinner for him, do his laundry, all while hating himself. She seemed different too, sad almost. He wondered what she was writing about.

Miranda still went out on weekends, inviting Curt to hang out with her a few times. He always declined.

Her son went a few weeks once more, without invading her privacy, but like an addiction, he gave in.

Curt was surprised to see his mother hardly wrote in her diary at all. The weekend after Valentine's Day -- a day his mother asked him to dinner, his shame causing him to say no, Miranda was out again. Curt flipped through her diary, only seeing a few new entries.

"Last weekend was Valentine's Day. I was hoping to take Curt out to dinner, but I guess he didn't want to hang out with his mom.

Danielle called me. She snuck out of her house after dinner with her husband. They had sex, he went to sleep, and she headed to one of her safe houses -- Aline's or Melissa's. I should've said no. I should've hung up on her, but I didn't.

Maybe I'm an addict. I can't get enough of TJ. I can't get enough of all the black men Danielle brings me. I love black dick.

We were at a club, after midnight, on Valentine's Day.

I stared right into Danielle's face, out in the middle of the dance floor while a black man fucked her from behind. Then another, then another, and another. This married woman was holding her dress up, exposing her ass, letting these men take her from behind -- one after another all night.

I couldn't do it. I didn't have the courage.

I found a nice guy, maybe in his 20s, and had sex with him in the parking lot. I couldn't do it on the dance floor like Danielle did.

Her and I met up later. Two black men were with her. My addiction kicked in and 30 minutes later we were back at Danielle's house, her son and husband asleep, riding those men on a couch in her basement.

When we were done, our pussies filled, Danielle's far more than me; she led them out, walking naked to her front door upstairs. I was getting dressed when she came back downstairs.

I was putting my shoes on when she scooped out cum from her pussy. She held her middle and index finger up to my mouth and nodded at me. She said she knew this is what I loved. She told me I was a black cock queen. I hesitated, looking at the cum on her fingers, then reluctantly licked it.

She told me of a yearly trip she makes in the spring to a place a few hours away. Danielle said she's been going there about five years, telling her husband it was a work conference of some sort. She invited me. I shrugged and told her maybe. I just wanted to go home, I felt horrible.

The house was quiet when I got home. But I couldn't sleep. I touched myself, until dawn. Mostly thought of TJ or Ulysses. I wished I stuck to them only. I wished I never craved more. They felt so good. I'm getting worked up writing this. Curt is asleep now. I want to cum again."