Mom's diary

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Dear diary, these past few weeks have had so much happening in my life, I hardly know how to begin. My name is Annie Morrison, I'm 39 years old, and I have been married to my husband Sam for a little over 18 years. I like to think that I'm fairly attractive and pretty well "built".

I have been having sex with my own son, and I should feel very guilty about that, but the really strange thing about it is that I don't, not in the least, nor does Billy, my son, at least he doesn't seem to. Also, he seems to be much more relaxed and at ease with the situation than I am.
Since this started, it seems to be all I can think about, 24/7, I never (hardly ever) masturbated before, and now I'm masturbating 4 to 6 times a day, besides the sex I have with Billy. I never used to think about sex at all,(well, almost never) until I started with Billy, at least, for the last few years of my marraige to Sam.

I guess I should start at the beginning, when we were in high school. Like most girls my age then, I had had sex a few times and wanted more. I was on the cheerleading squad, and was fairly popular, so it seemed natural that I should hook up with the quarterback on the school team. Everyone said what a cute couple we made, I didn't know how wrong that would turn out to be.

Sam was raised by his aunt and uncle sometime after he turned 10, his birth parents had been part of a cult who had very rigid ideas about sex and the roles of the parents and that sort of thing. Well, a whole bunch of the cult died from taking a batch of bad drugs at one of their so-called ceremonies. Sam was pretty well indoctrinated by then, but he was too young to question their ideas, so to him, everything they said was gospel. No one seemed to be surprised at his ideas, least of all me, because he was so sincere in his views, and for me at least, he was also pretty handsome. I could hardly wait to get his cock in my puss. He was contemptuous of the girls who dressed in tight clothes, and who wore cosmetics, so I dressed very plainly with no makeup to attract him, and it worked. I figured that my love would change him. (HAH!) Was I ever dumb!

Well, one night after graduation, we got in his car and got into some heavy face-sucking. When Sam started to pull my panties down, I started to help him, and he stopped, and in a mean voice, he said, "don't do that!" so I stopped, and let him fumble on by himself. He then climbed on, pumped like hell for about 2 minutes, came, then rolled off, got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and then got back in the car. I hadn't bothered to put my panties back on or pull my skirt down, as I supposed we would take up where we left off. Imagine my surprise when he said, "For Christ's sakes, cover yourself up, what a slut!"

I didn't see him again for almost 6 weeks, and by then I had discovered that I was pregnant. He finally called me for another date and I informed him of my pregnancy. He was silent for a minute, then he said, "whose is it?" I said how can you say that, I have only been with you. He said,"Well, I doubt that very much, but we will have to get married, or everyone will be talking." So we went ahead and got married, because I still thought I could change him, and all he needed was my love.

Our lovemaking (if you could call it that) continued that same pattern for years, when he got horny, he would grab me, sometimes he actually ripped off my clothes and fucked me before I was ready. He seemed to enjoy it more if it hurt me, and if I actually started to enjoy it and push back, he would slap my face and tell me to hold still, and not act like a goddamn slut. He said "Men have urges, which is only natural, but women who enjoy it are nothing but filthy whores".

So for years, the only sex I had I wasn't allowed to enjoy, so sometimes I would find myself fantasizing about some man at the gas-station, or on TV, and when Billy started getting older, sometimes about him. But never did I think it might actually happen!

Sometime after Billy turned 18, he wanted to buy a used motorcycle since he worked part time and had some money. His father was dead set against it. I didn't think it would be a good idea for him to buy a used one, since I figured there was probably a pretty good reason why they wanted to sell it, so I told Billy if he would wait a few months and buy a new one, I would pay for half of it out of my trust fund. Sam refused to let me contribute to the regular expenses because it would make it look bad for him. When we finally bought the new 750 Yamaha, Sam nearly gave himself a heart-attack yelling about it. He sulked for a week after that.

Anyway, right after he got the bike, (see, I'm starting to talk just like him) he hooked up with a blonde babe he met at a steak-house and began coming in the house smelling like sex, so I began to get worried that he was getting into situations he knew nothing about (was I ever wrong about that!) and might wind up getting a girl

knocked up. I knew neither I nor Sam had had the sex-talk, so one night, I was in bed reading when he came home from his date with Yvonne, his girl friend, I had been watching figure skating on TV, those guys with their tights so tight you could see their whole cocks, I know now it was absolutely the wrong time for me to start the sex talk, but it was one of those spur of the moment things, that just seem to get out of control. Anyway, I asked Billy into my room and started into my version of the sex talk, which I really hadn't thought out beforehand, So I came right out and asked him, "Have you fucked Yvonne yet?" or something to that effect. He tried to pretend he didn't know what I was talking about. I said, "I know you know what I'm talking about, I have heard you with your friends, and you used that word a lot, and you knew what it meant then, so I'll ask you again, have you fucked her yet?" He said "She won't let me, Mom" So then I told him all about how babies are made and then I asked him if he had any questions. At that time, I realized that I had been unconsiously playing with myself under the covers, and Billy was watching me! He said, "I have been wanting to ask you if I could see your cunt, I never saw a woman's cunt before"

When he said that, it was just as though an electric shock went through my cunt, I could hardly get my breath, and when I answered him, it sounded like someone elses voice. I said something like "I guess it would be allright".

I pulled back the covers, pulled up my nightdress, and spread my legs, then patted the bed for him to come closer. He put his face about a foot from my pussy, then looked up and asked, "Can I touch it?" I nodded my head, and he started touching it lightly, and evey time he did, it was like a little shock went through my cunt straight to my brain. Suddenly, he bent over and plunged his tongue in there, and his nose started tickling my clit. I couldn't help it, I grabbed his head and shoved it into my cunt. I never had anything in my life that felt half as good. I asked him where he had learned to do that, and he said that Yvonne had taught him to do that because she was afraid of getting pregnant. We then proceeded to fuck and suck in about 10 different ways. We both came so much that the bed was soaked. That first time I came more times than I had the entire time I was married to Sam, including the couple times I had masturbated out of sheer desperation. Billy is very considerate and very loving, and he totally loves sex. He gets this from me, because he sure doesn't get it from Sam.

Sam works as a night watchman at a building in the nearby city, so, Billy and I have slept together in his bed since that night, and we sometimes fuck 3 or 4 times a night. I should feel guilty about this, but what I actually feel is like I have been let out of prison. I know I am getting obsessed with sex and Billy, I can be in the store getting groceries and I'll see a young guy about Billy's age and all of a sudden I'm getting wet. One day I was in Wal-Mart and I started thinking about Billy's tongue in my cunt (what a talent he has) and I started cumming right there in women's wear, it started running down my leg to the floor. I got out of there to my car and masturbated for a half hour. Later that day, Billy took me on the bike to his place where he and Yvonne go, that bike is something! The vibration travels right through my cunt so I had to reach around and play with his cock, but he made me stop because he said he'd kill us both if I kept on. I had bought some crotchless panties for him ,and when I showed them to him by bending over, he just about sucked and fucked me to death, but what a way to die!
When we got home, Sam raved and roared about my dressing so slutty that he would be ashamed to show his face, When he left for work, he slammed the door so hard that the glass broke.

There is just no way I'm ever going to go back to being the mousy little woman that I have been for the last 15 or 18 years, just to feed that bastard's ego, so from now on, I'm wearing what I want to and saying what I want to, and if Sam doesn't like it, he can go to hell. Besides, this incest thing is addictive, I cum harder, longer and a hundred times more often than I ever have before, so as long as Billy wants me, he can do anything, anytime to me. I'm looking forward to all the new things he can teach me, and the new life we are beginning to live, who knows what might happen next? So, dear diary, I have 3 fingers in my cunt, a dildo in my mouth, and a buttplug in my ass, and I can hardly wait for Billy to get home.

I'm dying to find out what he will come up with next. Can't wait to tell you, 'till next time.

to be continued...