Taboo Diary Part 3

I started to wonder what would happen if mom actually left. What would I do -- live with my father as if nothing had happened? What would she tell him for the reason she was leaving? I had another year of school and couldn't imagine a home with mom.

I lounged around the remainder of the day, sleeping occasionally, reflecting on the past few months and my life in general. Until recently, I had considered life boring. Even with the current turmoil, I wouldn't trade in my current life for my former existence. Better short and interesting then long and boring. I ate a microwave pizza for dinner, alone in my room. I barely saw either of my parents after they got home from work. I decided I would not plead any more with my mom. She could decide for herself - my feelings were perfectly clear.

I watched TV until I pa.s.sed out. Later I awoke at about midnight and shut off the TV. As I laid there, thoughts of my mother brought me a quick stiffy. I thought I heard the slight sound of a door closing. Me being awake wouldn't follow the fantasy, but at this point I didn't give a f.u.c.k. I heard the slightest of sounds and closed my eyes. Two nights before, I had set my alarm clock light on the brightest setting, hoping if mom came to me, it would provide sufficient light to soak up her wonders. I had the sense someone was in my room, and unless my mind was playing tricks on me, I could smell moms perfume.

G.o.d, please don't fool me again.

'James? James, are you alright?' was the music that hit my ears. My d.i.c.k twitched nearly uncontrollably. I heard my door pull closed. That was not part of my movie and I feared she had left. I was positive I was conscious and this was no dream. Again, I felt a presence, which was confirmed as I felt the bed move from someone sitting down. A hand touched my leg so delicately that my body shuddered. I felt long nails moving up and down my leg. After a moment, the hand circled up to my lower stomach, and ever so slowly, trailed down to my b.a.l.l.s. The hand lightly touched my ball sack, then softly felt the underside of my d.i.c.k. I wanted to c.u.m all over that hand but managed to control myself. No longer caring to follow the movie, I opened my eyes and saw my prize. Sitting next to me, mom was dressed in a black nightgown I had never seen. She was the most unbelievable beauty I had ever seen and her t.i.ts looked bigger than ever in what looked like silk. I resisted feeling them, wondering what she would do next. I didn't wait long as she looked right in my eyes, a pleasant smile playing on her lips. She bent down ever so slowly, while cradling my c.o.c.k in her hand. She started kissing it, licking up and down my shaft. The feeling was amazing, beyond anything Lisa was ever able to do for me.

Her touch was so light that I got goose b.u.mps all over my arms. As she took my rod into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head.

The back of my neck felt electrified and I would not have been surprised if my hair was standing up from the electric jolt I was feeling. She sucked on me slowly, reminding me of an artist, with my c.o.c.k as her masterpiece. She never got more than halfway down on me but it was better than I could imagine. Having prevented my o.r.g.a.s.m earlier, I felt new confidence in my ability to last awhile. I raised up on an elbow and touched her face. So smooth and gorgeous, the look of my d.i.c.k in her mouth should be hung up next to the Mona Lisa. Her wavy brown hair was cascaded over my legs and it was ticklish. I couldn't help but wonder how I was noticing all of these sense that were normally hidden. I finally trailed my hand down to her nightie.

My hand hesitated as it hovered near her perfect globes. I finally trailed the back of my hand along the silk and felt the dent of her nipple. I circled it with my finger and heard a moan of approval. It grew in hardness. It was not large or long, but it was perfect. I couldn't wait to get it in between my lips. I continued to tease her nipple but was growing inpatient for more fruits. I placed my hand behind her neck and softly pulled her off my d.i.c.k. She didn't resist and her mouth flowed towards mine. We hesitated before our lips lightly touched. A few more light probes, and I tested her lips with my tongue. My next stab was met with her own tongue, and we opened our mouths fully. I never was a large fan of kissing but this was unbelievable. I knew it was all due to the pa.s.sion of the moment, but G.o.d d.a.m.n. I felt her twisting her body and moving her leg over my stomach. We continued our tongue twist as she slowly mounted me and sat astride just north of my wanting c.o.c.k head. I felt the silkiness of panties on my stomach and reached down with both hands. Feeling her a.s.s through the slick silk was once again, amazing. I pushed my fingers under the band and for the first time, felt my mothers bare a.s.s cheeks. While her mouth was on fire, her a.s.s was cool to the touch. I couldn't wait to warm it up. I moved my hands along the upper band until I reached the front. I finally reached my limit and knew I was going to drop a load. I reached down with a hand and pointed my c.o.c.k downward as I came a heavenly o.r.g.a.s.m. I went back to work on her panties, finally ma.s.saging her lower belly. My hands trembling, I felt downward until I could feel the curly pubic hairs under the smooth silk. With her sitting on my stomach, her hole was unreachable. I could feel the moistness developing and I wanted to put that lubricant to work. I pushed at her panties a bit, like a pleading toddler. We broke our embrace for the few seconds it took her to stand up and remove her underwear. She was back on top of me in no time, kissing as if she hadn't been kissed in years. I leaned her to the side and rolled on top of her. I felt she was due some payback while I regenerated. I moved her nightgown up above her hips, waiting in antic.i.p.ation of seeing the first of my prizes. Her p.u.s.s.y hair appeared to be trimmed to a bikini line. I've never been a fan of either the shaved or full-cut look, so I was very pleased. I pushed her legs apart and she moaned in antic.i.p.ation of something she may well have never experienced. My father did everything by the book in life and I'm sure the missionary was the only position he experienced. After learning on Lisa, I felt confident with my mom. I slowly used the heel of my hand to press against her mound, and make slow circles. Mom let out several moans and my hand was damp in no time. G.o.d she was wet!

After a minute, I spread her lips and slipped a finger inside. She was tighter than I had antic.i.p.ated and my d.i.c.k started twitching. I worked one, and then two fingers into her, building up a steady rhythm. With my other hand, I started working on her c.l.i.t. My mother started to buck slightly against my fingers but I didn't want her to o.r.g.a.s.m too quickly. I wanted a long, slow buildup with an explosion to rival the 4th of July. I pulled back my fingers. She lifted her head to see what I was doing. I backed up on the bed and positioned her legs over my shoulders. I inched forward and put two fingers back in her. She responded strongly and let out a soft scream. I dove in with my tongue and searched out her c.l.i.t. As my tongue struck gold, mom's body rocked with a jolt. I slowed my fingers down and kept a slow circle with my tongue. Whenever she seemed to get in a rhythm, I changed my own. I didn't want that o.r.g.a.s.m coming quite yet. I could have laid there all night, lapping away and fingering that smooth ca.n.a.l, but my c.o.c.k was straining and starting to hurt. I pulled back and once again she looked up at me. She had been moaning softly for quite some time and looked slightly disappointed I had stopped. As she saw me pulling myself up, she knew what was coming next. Showing her experience, she pushed off from the headboard, giving ample room for our inevitable ride up the bed. Before lying between her legs, I realized I hadn't seen my other two desires. I grabbed the bottom of the nightgown and slid it up. She raised up her smooth, athletic arms and the bottom of the nightgown crept up her body. As the bottom of her t.i.ts came into view, I almost came again. Mom pulled the remainder of the nightgown off herself as I stared in wonder. DD or DDD, I didn't know but I was in pure heaven. She laid back down and I followed with her. A hand on the outside of each one, I pushed them together. G.o.d, they were softer than anything I ever knew. I bent9 down and started licking. In my excitement, I wanted to gobble them all up. The attention I showed those gorgeous t.i.ts was not lost on my mother. She was groaning and moaning as much as before. I tried not to focus too much on her nipples, but they got the better of me eventually. I sucked and pursed my lips around them and lost track of time. Coming back to reality, I pulled my body farther up and rested my manhood against her mound. I started rubbing it all over her and her reaction was spectacular. I made several poking moves at her hole, not trying overly hard. This seemed to drive her wild and I backed off as she seemed close to o.r.g.a.s.m. I finally stabbed and split both sets of lips. I caught myself as just the head was poking inside. G.o.d I wanted to explode. My earlier o.r.g.a.s.m was giving me more control and I was glad for it. I wanted to play this out as long as I was capable. I finally rocked back and forth a bit and little by little, I entered her. Her slickness was delirious and I wanted to ram into her all at once. I kept control as she started breathing heavier and faster. I kept inching into her until my full length was engulfed by her wonder. I started a slow motion, not wanting to pull to far out of her wonderful warmth. Extended on my arms, I was amazed at her beauty. As I knew she would, she had a wonderful f.u.c.k face. On each downward thrust, her forehead creased. I wish I had a camera to catch that sight permanently. I dropped to my elbows and worked by arms under her back.

Eventually, my hands trailed under that wonderful a.s.s, that I cupped in each hand. I pulled her up and into me and our motion quickened. I had a slow, unusual o.r.g.a.s.m building. Mom was showing similar signs to those I had been dreaming about since our last encounter. I wanted this to last forever but I knew we had time. I moved back into a push-up stance and she wrapped her legs around me. 'Oh G.o.ddd', came out of her mouth and I almost came right then. Her moans were increasing in intensity and frequency. She picked her head up and I leaned down to kiss her. This was beyond pa.s.sionate and I kept building. She pulled her legs up higher and pulled my body into hers.

Each inward thrust was met with a throaty groan and I knew I was done.

I let out my own set up grunts and that put her into overdrive. She started shaking uncontrollably and I felt her p.u.s.s.y tighten around my own spasiming c.o.c.k. Knowing she was c.u.mming brought me to a new high.

My head was suddenly clear and I finally knew the true meaning of ecstasy. Whether I ever got to touch her again, I was satisfied in life. My mother continued to hold on, rubbing her pubic bone against my own. A few light screams escaped her and suddenly she was quiet.

She laid back with a distant stare in her eyes. I fell off her to one side, her p.u.s.s.y trying desperately trying to hold onto my c.o.c.k. I laid against her, not wanting to disturb whatever world she was off in. A few minutes pa.s.sed before she turned towards me, seeking a kiss. She turned more and I laid behind her, my c.o.c.k spooning her a.s.s. I slipped an arm under her and was in heaven as I ma.s.saged her glorious b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She occasionally bent back and we kissed, intertwining our tongues.

Thinking about this wonderful experience got my c.o.c.k stirring again.

She reached between her legs and started stroking me. I didn't spring to life so easily this time but she seemed content to play with me.

After a few more minutes, I stiffened up and she led me into her p.u.s.s.y from behind. I had never been in the position and it was awkward. I did what I had seen in movies and scooted down in he bed to be able to move in and out. She could tell I was struggling and arched her a.s.s back as far as she could. What an erotic site and I went completely hard. I raised her upper leg, pulling it towards us. I started pumping in and out and my whole life flashed before my eyes. I would have traded the whole thing in to keep this night running forever. I managed to work my lower hand down to a point that I was able to work her c.l.i.t. This brought her a.s.s back to what seemed an impossible angle. She started shaking again and I realized she wouldn't last long. This time I didn't mind so I kept the rhythm going. After a few more minutes, she let out a long moan and I felt the wonderful tightness again. I slowed down, to let her enjoy the moment. We laid still for a few minutes and I pulled out. I pushed her b.u.t.t into the air and she moved with me. I entered her from behind and worked up a slow rhythm. As much fun as I had tonight, nothing compared to watching her a.s.s as I slammed into her. I leaned to the side and watched those lovely melons, pulled down by gravity, and shaking with our rhythm. I wanted to c.u.m again from the sight but held off. I picked up the pace and loved the sound of her a.s.s slapping my thighs.

I reached down with both hands and ma.s.saged those t.i.ts. She started breathing heavily again and I was shocked she was coming to o.r.g.a.s.m again so quickly. I wanted to wait for her but the feel and site of her a.s.s and t.i.ts was too much. I poured my load into her and kept on pumping. She seemed on the verge as I kept pus.h.i.+ng, but eventually I was not pus.h.i.+ng with any erection. I pulled out and pulled her back to our spoon position. I started to work on her c.l.i.t with my hand but she lightly pulled it away. 'I'm fine honey', were the first words spoken to me since we had started. I wanted to please her endlessly but I felt my energy begin to seep out at an increasing rate. She laid in my arms, neither of us saying anything. I didn't want to let her go, fearing she would leave when I fell asleep. My mind started jumbling up and I couldn't focus on specific thoughts. My mother's leg kicked and I knew she was falling asleep. I kept running the nights events through my head and prayed it wasn't another dream.

I awoke with a start, and it took me a second to get my bearings.

Feeling a ma.s.sive breast in one hand brought a flood of memories back to me. The smell of her clean hair and light perfume gave me a strong erection. I looked at the clock, seeing it was 4:30 in the morning. It would be light in another hour or so. I didn't want to let her go, but knew we had to be smart. I tried moving my arm from under her and she stretched out. I got up and quietly opened my door, not knowing if a crazy father/husband was waiting on the other side. I realized this was stupid and went to the bathroom. p.i.s.sing after a lot of s.e.x is one of those experiences that both hurts and feels good and this time was both worse and better than ever before. I started the shower as the bathroom door quietly opened. Seeing her naked in bright lights for the first time was another wonder. Her light skin was showing goose b.u.mps and I hurried her into the warm water. We stood in the small stall, facing each other, speaking no words. We started hugging and the kissing followed soon after. My d.i.c.k raised up between her legs.

She gradually opened her stance and I slid up into her slit. I pumped along the bottom of her p.u.s.s.y, her juices mixing with the water. I reached behind her, grabbed the back of her legs and lifted up. Not as easy as I expected, she looped her hands behind my head and pulled herself up. She locked her legs around my hips and freed one of her hands to guide me into her. With the water running, the entry wasn't as smooth as before. Once inside, her juices lubricated me. I leaned her against the wall, and after the initial shock of the cold tile, we worked into a very slow f.u.c.k. We went at it for about five minutes before we both tired and she got off my c.o.c.k. We washed each other and shampooed each others hair. It was tremendous. I wished I could find such a woman to share my life with. We got out and dried each other off. Before we exited the bathroom, we had one more long kiss and hug.

We said we loved each other, in a different way than ever before. She left first. I waited a second and high-tailed it back to my room. I flopped onto my bed, ecstatic that my story had its final chapter.

Unfreakingbelievable. My mind drifted and before I knew it, I was dreaming.

20 Aug I awoke to the sound of my fathers car with a bad m.u.f.fler. I laid back and reflected on the extraordinary night. The light smell of s.e.x remaining in the room confirmed last night was no dream, just the completion of a fantasy. As I laid there, my mother entered the doorway I had failed to close the night before.

She pointed at the black nightgown on the ground and said, 'Did you have a visitor last night?' I was shocked at her joking mood, expecting her to be depressed and distant from me.

She walked over, shaking my favorite hips, stood on my bed, straddled me and lowered herself. She peeled away her regular nightgown, showing her naked body underneath. Quickly, she guided my now bouncing c.o.c.k into her wet p.u.s.s.y. Slowly, she moved up and down. Completing my fantasy from the movie, I reached up and grabbed her wonders. I had forgotten their softness and there was just too much of them to get a hold of. I worked them as she worked my c.o.c.k. I would give anything to wake up to this every morning. She started speeding up and I pulled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to my mouth. Without fear of being caught, my mother was moaning very loudly. This in turn was turning me on and bringing me quickly to o.r.g.a.s.m. I used one hand to work her c.l.i.t while the other handled her sweet t.i.t with my mouth. She started quickening her pace and let out several sweet-voiced screams. They were not loud, but the effect on my c.o.c.k was tremendous. I worked her c.l.i.t faster and to my surprise she climaxed before me. With her p.u.s.s.y clenching my throbbing c.o.c.k, she let out several deep, loud, throaty moans. That was all I needed as I blasted away, shooting my sperm where I knew it should have never gone. To my shock, my o.r.g.a.s.m seemed to build again and I shot a few more loads into her. She kept riding my c.o.c.k for another minute until I was soft. She slowly raised up and my d.i.c.k made a slurping sound as it fell out of her. I held onto her t.i.ts as she lowered her body onto mine.

'I hope that is everything you wanted because that is all I have to give.'

At a loss for words and with nothing left to give, I smiled my broadest smile and nodded my head.

She stared at me for another minute, finally a tear coming to her eye and rolling down her cheek. I felt the need to do something, so I wiped the tear away. She bent down, kissed me on the forehead, said, 'I love you', and got up. She didn't look back as she walked out the door. I laid back, fingers interlaced behind my head and soaked up the moment. How lucky am I? I just f.u.c.ked the most wondrous woman in the world. I know I will spend the rest of my life searching out her equivalent, and if I'm lucky again, I'll find her. I fell asleep as my mind drifted.

I woke to extreme hunger pains. After another pleasure/pain trip to the bathroom, I went into the kitchen. As I made some sandwiches, I saw several written pages on the table. The first page had my fathers name on top and was three pages long. I breezed through it and it basically said she has been confused in life for a long time and could no longer lead a false life. She was leaving forever and didn't want anyone to try and find her. It went into much more depth and had a hundred apologies but that was the jist.

I was kind of surprised she went through with it even though she had said she might.

I went back to my room and saw a short letter on top of my TV I had not seen when I woke up. I didn't want to read it but had to:

Dear James,

I know you may always wonder why I have left so suddenly. You should realize this is the best thing for everyone and the only choice I had.

I need to start fresh and see if I can rediscover myself. Never blame yourself for what happened. I'm glad we've grown closer over the past few months and I'll never forget the experiences we had. I hope you find what you are looking for in life. I will love you forever.

Although my fantasy had been achieved and was beyond my wildest imagination, my adventure didn't finish with the happy ending I expected. I wonder in the days, weeks, and years ahead if I will regret giving up my mother forever for one night of pleasure. I'm already starting to have doubts.