His Mother's Diary

Curt was hard as a rock once more. The entry ended there, his mother presumably stopping to masturbate -- right down the hall from him. He didn't recall hearing anything from her bedroom recently. She must've kept quiet.

Curt unzipped his pants, set the diary down, and jacked off right there in his mother's room.

-9-

The following weekend, after a week of nothing, mother and son somewhat quiet around each other, Curt was at it again. This night there would be no lust-filled imagery -- only anger.

"Danielle got caught. She called me about it -- laughing. Her son caught her. He came home early and found her in bed with a kid from his school.

Danielle went on and on about how funny it was seeing her son, standing in her bedroom door, a look of total shock on his face, watching his mother's ass slam down on the high school quarterback's big black cock.

I asked her if she stopped. She said she kept going, she kept riding his dick until he came inside her.

When he was done cumming, she slid off him, grabbing his cock and sucking it clean while grinning at her son. I should've hung up on her right there.

I can't forget her words, 'I sucked him dry, walked up to my son, and told him to look at that black cock. That was a real man. I told him his father isn't a real man. He can't please this ass of mine. I told him to leave, so I can have another round with what I truly love.'

I was speechless. All I could muster was to ask her what happened next. She said she sucked his cock back to life and kept going. Her husband wasn't due home for several hours. She said she acted like nothing happened around her son."

Curt slammed the diary shut. "Get away from this woman!" he yelled to no one.

He ran his fingers through his hair, angry at his mom again. He sat back, rubbing his chin, contemplating on confessing what he'd been doing or shut up and keep reading her diary.

He kept reading.

"She bragged about it for a few days. Danielle even asked if I was ok. I lied and told her I felt ill. Which wasn't too far from the truth. What kind of woman would do that to her son? I would never do that to Curt. I love him with all my heart."

Curt closed the diary, he had enough.

*

His mother seemed irritable, anxious, and unable to focus for the next couple weeks. Curt was similar but for different reasons. Mother and son rarely talked or hung out. Many would see it as normal for an 18-year-old not wanting to hang out with his mom. But it was far from normal in Curt's home.

Miranda stopped going out on weekends. Curt never saw or heard TJ sneaking into the house. She gave it up, cold turkey it seemed. Curt was proud of her for not hanging out with Danielle anymore.

One Saturday in March, late at night, Curt heard familiar moans coming from her bedroom.

"Oh no," he thought, waking up from his mother moaning.

He shook his head, threw off the covers and went to spy on her again.

No one was in her room. The bathroom door was closed, she was in there. Curt looked out her bedroom window, TJ's car wasn't there. He heard another moan again.

Placing his head against the bathroom door, he heard his mother whisper, "I need it. So horny," followed by another moan. Curt was getting an erection listening to her masturbate.

He heard her slam, what he assumed, was a dildo down on the counter and sigh heavily. His mother was so horny. He heard footsteps and quickly dashed out of her bedroom just before her bathroom door opened.

A slight twinge of sympathy for his mother came over him before he drifted to sleep.

*

In late March, his mother unexpectedly left for a weekend trip. Miranda told Curt she was going out of town with a friend. Curt couldn't question her; he couldn't ask if it was Danielle or TJ. He didn't know if she was lying, he didn't know where these people lived so he couldn't go by their houses to spy.

Curt lasted a few hours home alone before he read her diary again. He saw only one new entry. "I need it. I need it so bad. It's been a few weeks since I've had black dick or hung out with Danielle. I'm going on one last binge with her and that's it.

She's inviting me to go out of town with her. She's lying to her husband, saying it's a yearly work conference. Whatever, I'm getting black cock with her.

I don't know what this weekend will have in store, but it will be a wild, insane time, afterward, I hope to never see Danielle again."

Curt threw his mother's diary across the room. "No!"

When she rushed out of their home, she told him she'd be back late Sunday night. He didn't know where she was, Curt wondered if it was the beach or perhaps to Miami a few hours away. He wondered if she was staying at TJ's or a random black guy's house the entire weekend. He didn't know what to do or what he could do.

He waited instead.

She never showed Sunday night. He got a text around 11pm saying, she's staying the night and would be home in the morning. Miranda still didn't say where she was or what she was doing.

Curt got up Monday morning an hour earlier. He saw his mother's car in the driveway; she'd returned during the night. He was surprised he didn't hear her arrive. He peeped into her bedroom; she was knocked out, wearing a dress. He closed the door letting her sleep, hoping whatever was in her system was finally out. He was tired of her not being around, tired of her out sleeping with black men. He wanted her home.

-10-

She was cooking dinner the following weekend. Curt watched her chop vegetables having just returned from the gym. She was still wearing her sports bra and yoga shorts, her tummy exposed. He approached her from behind, sliding his hands around her, resting them on her stomach.

Miranda put the knife down, resting her hands on Curt. "Please be done," Curt thought. "Please be done with this and stay here with me."

His mother turned around, hugging her son tightly.

"I love you," she said, ending the embrace, kissing his cheek, resuming preparing for dinner. Curt nodded and went to his room to study.

Dinner was quiet. Afterward, mother and son sat on the couch. Miranda popped in a movie and slid next to her son, wrapping his arm around her. Curt smiled, kissed her head and watched the movie with her.

When it was over, Miranda sat up, kissed his forehead and went to bed. "Goodnight. I'm going to shower."

Curt watched her leave, watching her hips sway, watching her muscular ass flex. He thought about how amazing she looked. Then he remembered the previous weekend. He remembered her diary.

He quickly made his way to her room, hearing the shower. He sat on the chair, pulling out the diary, hurriedly flipping through to find new entries. He only found one.

"Danielle took me to a trailer park. It was in a swampy area of Florida about three hours away. This was the place she claimed she visited once a year. Once a year for what she called the best black cock she's ever had.

She talked on and on about her little cock husband, how good it felt sneaking around and cheating on him. Danielle was saying how her son wouldn't do a thing. He was as useless as his dad. He would never take charge and please a woman; he would never take charge and confess what he witnessed to his father. I stayed quiet, my pussy oozing with the thought of an entire trailer park of black men to have sex with.

When we arrived, Danielle immediately stripped naked. She was greeted by several men -- they all knew her apparently. I was introduced next and ordered to undress by Danielle. We were given vodka and rum shots and led to Danielle's sole purpose for going to this place.

His name was Hoover. He was around 80 years old. He had white hair and no front teeth. I watched Danielle immediately go to him, sticking her tongue down the old man's throat. She then went to her knees and began sucking off the longest cock I'd ever seen. Several of his relatives were around, watching smiling, grabbing my ass. They were all waiting for us.

Danielle popped his cock out of her mouth and ordered me to join her. More rum flowed, more shots downed. I was going all out this weekend.

I joined Danielle, immediately licking and slobbering all over Hoover's huge cock. Danielle was on one side, I on the other. We licked and kissed our way to the cockhead. Then Danielle grabbed my face, kissing me hard. She told me this would be the wildest weekend of my life. She wasn't kidding.

After she came all over Hoover's cock, Danielle stood, drank more, grabbed one of the other black men in Hoover's trailer and left with a group of them.

I remained behind, loving all over Hoover's cock. I took another shot of rum and cleaned Danielle's pussy juices off it. Then I carefully straddled the old man. I asked him why they called him Hoover.

He showed me by sucking my tits so hard I nearly came right then and there. Seconds later, I did, and Hoover guided me to all fours. He used his mouth, with its lack of front teeth, so suck all over my ass. My butt cheeks were no doubt covered in hickeys.

Then Hoover guided his cock into me from behind -- I couldn't help but come again. I loved it. I can see why Danielle visited this place once a year. It's a shame she's betraying her husband to do so.

Hoover and I went at it for hours. Drinking, kissing, sucking, and fucking until well after midnight. He eventually grew tired. He asked me if it was ok for him to finish inside me. I told him of course. He thanked me and quietly climaxed, his beautiful, old cock pumping me full of cum.

I said goodnight. I told him I'd see him soon and left.

I found Danielle around a huge bon fire in the center of the trailer park getting double penetrated in a gang bang of sorts. A younger black guy passed me a bottle of rum, I took a big swig. He picked me up and took me to his trailer. Several more joined us and before I knew it I had a cock in every hole of my body.

Shortly after dawn, they finished with me. I limped out of their trailer and ran into Danielle. She was limping too. She grabbed my arm and pulled me along to the trailer where we'd be resting.

She slammed me against the wall once we got inside, kissing me hard. I kissed her back, grabbing her big ass. Danielle pushed me on the bed, climbed on top and sat on my face. In my drunken stupor I licked semen out of her pussy and ass. She did the same to me in our 69-position.

Several minutes passed and we climaxed together. Danielle and I shook and cried out in ecstasy in that little trailer. She got off my face and collapsed next to me. We were asleep moments later.

This was the weekend routine. We'd service and fuck every black man there -- focusing on Hoover the most.

Sunday was horrible. I truly saw how despicable Danielle was."

Curt paused, making sure his mother was still showering, not wanting to be taken off guard. He looked back to the paper of her diary, seeing a circular smudge mark blurring some ink. It appeared to be a teardrop.

"It was shortly after noon. I was exhausted from constant sex throughout the weekend. I was on top of Hoover, approaching another climax, when he stopped me. His eyes shot open, he grabbed my face, bringing it to his. He told me to keep going, don't stop -- he said we'll climax together, one final time for him.

It took me a second to realize what was happening. Luckily one of his sons was in the room, idly doing dishes while his old man was having sex with a white woman. I was planning on doing Hoover's son next, but didn't get a chance to.

Hoover was staring into my eyes, inches from my face, he just kept thrusting hard over and over again. He told me not to stop until he goes.

I did as he asked; I kept grinding and riding his black dick until I felt our bodies tighten, until his eyes rolled into the back of his head, until we both moaned with pleasure, cumming at the same time.

When we came off our mutual orgasms, I kissed him several times. There was no response.

His son was standing next to us at this point. He told me his dad is gone. Gone? I looked to Hoover, he was still; his chest wasn't moving up and down. I checked his pulse. Nothing. I was in shock, I didn't know what to say or do.

I kissed him again, and then kissed down his still-warm body. His cock slithered out of me. I cleaned it for him, licking his cum and my pussy juices from it. Hoover died doing what he was meant for, built for, his black cock pleasing a white woman.

Danielle found out a few minutes later, along with everyone else. She immediately complained about losing the best cock there. She cursed and dragged me to our trailer, telling me we were leaving early. I was confused and asked her what was going on.

Her true, uncaring self, shone through once again when she told me the best dick in that trailer park is dead -- there was no point staying with those losers.

I was too angry and shocked to say anything. We put our clothes back on for the first time in two days. Danielle pushed me to her car. I looked over my shoulder seeing several of the trailer park's residents hugging and consoling one another for the loss of old Hoover.

I wanted to yell at her, make her stay, but at the same time I had a better idea.

After she complained about how I got to have another round with Hoover before he died, we were quiet the rest of the three hour car ride.

She dropped me off at my house. When I saw she was out of sight, I texted Curt, telling him I would be home the next day instead.

I got in my car and left. I drove right back to that trailer park alone.

I arrived two hours later, thankful I didn't get caught speeding. I put my car in park, got out and shed my clothes. Most of the residents were around a bon fire, sitting, drinking. I found Hoover's son and told him how I sorry I was for his loss. I kissed and told him to use me, to use my body. He took me to bed and made love to me, filling my pussy, thanking me for returning.

After him, another son joined, then a friend, then more and more residents. All of them used my body for comfort, to help mend their sadness. It was only temporary but it's all I could think to do. Danielle did and said nothing to them when she rushed out of there.

One by one all the black men took me, made love to me, thanking me afterward.

I left around 4am, stopping for coffee along the way. I smiled, feeling my pussy leak cum in my car. I hoped I made those nice men feel a little better after their loss.

When I got home I went straight to bed."

Curt shut the diary, sliding it under the cushion. He went to his room, sitting on his bed, staring off into space.

Several moments passed, he kicked off his shoes, laid on his bed and went to sleep.

-11-

Curt read more of her diary when he got a chance. But there were no new entries. He went back and read the older ones, the ones that were before her encounters with interracial sex.

He learned she was extremely lonely. She attempted signing up for dating websites, never having success. Curt read that she sacrificed much to raise him and now that he was 18 she wanted to venture out and try dating. He read about all her failed attempts.

Curt also read, in those earlier entries he skipped, that she was a masturbation enthusiast, a self-pleasuring expert. Curt couldn't help but get hard reading about how she did it every night in bed until she fell asleep, or snuck away at work to ride a dildo in the bathroom.

One day, randomly flipping through it, Curt saw a new entry.

"Danielle was caught again -- this time by her husband. She called me last night, begging for a place to stay. She said Aline and Melissa were packing up, moving up north, their places were boxed up. Maybe they were tired of her too.

I told her no.

She went on and on, playing like she was the victim. She said her son set it up. He worked with the quarterback from school to arrange it. Her son took photos of them, followed them, everything.

Danielle's son lied to his father, claiming there was an issue with the plumbing and he needed his help. This got him to come home early from work.

Danielle said he went into a rage upon seeing her riding that black student in their bed. He screamed at her, telling her to get out, threw her clothes at her, scaring the hell out of the black guy.

Danielle started crying on the phone. She said just as she was about to walk out the front door with a bag of clothes, her son stopped her. Danielle described the look on his face as smug. She cried harder when she told me her son spit in her face and pushed her out the door.

I'm shaking as I write this. It felt so good to tell her no. She begged and begged me to let her stay here. I hung up on her.

She's horrible. I don't know where she'll end up and I don't care. I'm glad I'm done with her.

I'm shaking for another reason too.

Curt, I know you're reading this. I know you've been reading my diary for a few weeks now. I'm your mother, I know everything.

I know you've been masturbating while reading of my private sex life. I saw you one night when I came home early. You must've been too engrossed with whatever you were reading to hear me arrive.

I know you saw TJ and I have sex. I heard you approach from the hall. I think I even saw your shadow in my peripheral vision. I was too busy to care; I wanted to keep cumming over and over, ignoring everything else."

Curt dropped the diary, looking around the bedroom in a panic. He got up, looking outside, not seeing his mother's car in the drive way. His heart was racing, his breathing frantic.

"No, no, please no," he paced around her room, unable to think straight. He picked up her diary, reading that line several times to make sure it was real.

He continued on, trying to calm his speeding heart.

"How dare you! How dare you invade my privacy! I'm so disappointed and hurt by this. I can't believe you've done this. I would never do that to you. My sex life is no one's business.

I know you thought I was a slut, reading about my sexual adventures. I know you thought I was some sort of black cock queen all about big black dick. I know that's why you were angry at me, why you've been distant.

But there's another reason. A reason I know and you have yet to realize. Masturbating to what I've written told me. You're jealous.

I'm not going to punish you, Curt. The shame and embarrassment you feel should be enough.

I hurt NO ONE. I cheated on NO ONE. I didn't ruin my family. I didn't ridicule or talk poorly of my son! I'm not like Danielle.

The only thing I've done wrong, as a single, lonely, horny mother, is hang out with that piece of trash for as long as I did. I should've cut her out of my life far sooner. That's the only thing I regret -- associating with her."

Curt took deep breaths, the need to run away and hide subsiding. He thought about apologizing, he thought about calling her now, telling her on the phone. He wondered if he should wait until she got home. His mother was right -- he was jealous. He felt as though he knew why at this point.

Seeing her riding black cock, her naked body, seeing her suck it, reading of her sex life -- he wanted her, badly. Curt had no idea what to do, so he kept reading.

"What I don't know is when you'll read this final entry. It's lying under the chair cushion waiting for you to read it. I'll come home every night from work, cook you dinner and act natural. If you come to my room at 10pm, then I'll know you've read this. If I'm asleep, wake me up."

Curt looked at the date his mother wrote this -- three weeks ago.

He couldn't believe it. She's said nothing this whole time.

"As I said I'm not punishing you. I think we need to talk though. We haven't talked much about anything really. Don't be afraid; just be here in my room at 10pm. I love you."