A MILF'S DIARY Pt 1 By Naughty Nina
My parents divorced when I was in High school. I'm not sure what the problem was or why it happened. My parents didn't seem to fight very much. I don't think my *** was fooling around; mom looked at least 10 years younger than her age. In fact, nobody believed her when she introduced me as her son. I mean, we're both blond with blue yes, but I'm 5'10, and she's only 5'4" weighing about 120lbs. Body-wise, she was comparable to my ex-girlfriend who weighed 110lbs. I'm guessing my mom weighed about 10 more pounds because she's more top heavy. If I had to guess, I'd say she was at least a full c-cup.
Anyway, my sister and I decided to live with my father because he'd moved to an area with better schools close by. But mom kept the house and we visited often, at first. I began keeping my distance because I became aware that my mom was living with someone and she kept it rather secretive, so it was always kind of an awkward subject.
A year later, I went over and was looking around for some of my belongings when the house was empty, when I ran across a box with her diaries in it. I wasn't really planning on reading it, but after a while, my curiosity got the best of me. So, I picked up one and began thumbing through it. To my surprise, I found out more information than I wanted to know. It took me a while to figure this one out, but it seems that the "man" my mother was living with was a guy that I'd gone to school with before I moved. I knew him as "Jimmy", but she called him Jim. I went back to the first entry that I could find that mentions it, and here it is:
Nov 1-
Dear Diary,
Wow, what a night! If I didn't feel so good, I'd feel guilty. Yesterday, I was talking to Karen about her Halloween party. I was feeling down about the separation and didn't think I wanted to be around people, but she talked me into it. I didn't have a costume, so she let me borrow one of hers (her ********'s actually, since hers wouldn't have fit me, but I didn't say that). So there I am at the party dressed up as, of all things, a cheerleader!! Ha ha. I surprised myself at my own audacity, but I got plenty of compliments.
After a few drinks, I was much more comfortable and even did a few "cheers" when asked to pose for some pictures. The other costumes were great, but the one I liked the best was the guy that dressed up as a 70's basketball star. He had a big afro and short-shorts. His red, white and blue uniform and wrist bands/head band were a big hit. To my surprise, he was very talkative with me and I felt comfortable around him. His name was Jim, and he asked me to dance a few times before I finally gave in and actually got out on the dance floor with him. I hadn't danced in... years (had it been that long?), but it was really fun, even if I didn't recognize any of the songs. We must've looked like quite the pair seeing as how he was a 6'2" black man (yes, I said black), and here I am, all 5'4" of white girl barely at eye-level with his chest.
Well, the later it got, it seemed the more alone the two of us were. I felt so relaxed around him that I didn't even feel strange when he kissed me. I know I should have, but it was so natural, not to mention positively electric. There we were, standing alone in the kitchen; he was commenting on my ponytail when he gently grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, leaned forward and kissed me. Wow, just the thought gives me chills. I stood there with my head tilted back and kissed him deeply, our tongues intertwining. I'd never kissed a guy with a moustache before, either. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close while he ran his hands down my back and began grabbing my ass. His hands her under my skirt for quite a while before I realized that we didn't exactly have much privacy there. I looked around the kitchen, relieved that no one was gawking at us. He grabbed me by the hand and lead me upstairs. I don't know why, but I followed him without question.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, he picked me up and laid me on the bed, his mouth all over mine, his hands running up my thighs and between my legs. His fingers quickly slid my panties aside and found my pussy. I was so hot that I reached down to feel him. As his finger pushed inside my pussy, I lost my coordination and could only fumble with his shorts. He quickly helped me out by pulling his cock out and placing my hand on it. I was shocked at how big it was, not to mention it being rock hard. We played with each other for a few minutes before I pushed him onto his back and went down on him. I don't know what made me so brave, but I began giving him head before he could say anything. Wow, what a big cock. I slid my mouth up and down on him and looked up into his eyes while he held me my ponytail and worked my head onto his cock. He sat up and the next thing I knew, he had my panties off and was lifting me up on to his lap. I remember saying something about a condom as I straddled him, but he had the head of his cock inside me in seconds, leaving me speechless. Well, maybe not completely speechless, I do remember moaning a lot. Shit, that was the first cock I'd had in months (actually over a year). I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in so long, or the fact that his cock was really that big, but as he slid further inside me, I felt him filling me in places I didn't know I had. I felt like I came almost instantly. My head was reeling from my orgasm as he pumped his hips lifting me off the bed. I really was riding him, and all I could do was hold on and cum.
After a while, he rested on the bed while I did the pumping. I worked my hips wildly, working my pussy up and down on his manhood. I don't know how long that lasted, but he eventually stopped me and rolled me over, without pulling out of me even, and fucked me missionary style (I feel so dirty for even writing some of these words) while I came again. I wrapped my legs around him, my skirt riding up around my waist as he pumped deeper and deeper into me. He kissed my mouth and neck while I bit on his shoulder. It felt like he got even bigger while he was inside me that way and his strokes became quicker and more forceful. It was driving me wild! I began to climax again, my arms wrapped around him for dear life. I was lost in my orgasm, not realizing that he was cumming inside me. I finally realized that it was his big cock spasming against my pussy and not just my own convulsions. Mmmm... I didn't ever want him to stop cumming.
Eventually, we laid back after we'd both been spent. Even though my legs were trembling, I felt like I could drift off to sleep right then and there. Shit, I can't remember when I felt that relaxed.
A few minutes later, we heard someone coming up the stairs, so we got dressed quickly and made our way downstairs to the noise and commotion of the party (turns out we'd been gone to an hour and a half). He asked me for my number, which I practically yelled out as quickly as I could. We laughed at that and then he had me write it down for him. I still can't believe what I did. I have to get this cheerleader outfit dry cleaned now, but boy was it worth it. I so hope he calls.
My parents divorced when I was in High school. I'm not sure what the problem was or why it happened. My parents didn't seem to fight very much. I don't think my *** was fooling around; mom looked at least 10 years younger than her age. In fact, nobody believed her when she introduced me as her son. I mean, we're both blond with blue yes, but I'm 5'10, and she's only 5'4" weighing about 120lbs. Body-wise, she was comparable to my ex-girlfriend who weighed 110lbs. I'm guessing my mom weighed about 10 more pounds because she's more top heavy. If I had to guess, I'd say she was at least a full c-cup.
Anyway, my sister and I decided to live with my father because he'd moved to an area with better schools close by. But mom kept the house and we visited often, at first. I began keeping my distance because I became aware that my mom was living with someone and she kept it rather secretive, so it was always kind of an awkward subject.
A year later, I went over and was looking around for some of my belongings when the house was empty, when I ran across a box with her diaries in it. I wasn't really planning on reading it, but after a while, my curiosity got the best of me. So, I picked up one and began thumbing through it. To my surprise, I found out more information than I wanted to know. It took me a while to figure this one out, but it seems that the "man" my mother was living with was a guy that I'd gone to school with before I moved. I knew him as "Jimmy", but she called him Jim. I went back to the first entry that I could find that mentions it, and here it is:
Nov 1-
Dear Diary,
Wow, what a night! If I didn't feel so good, I'd feel guilty. Yesterday, I was talking to Karen about her Halloween party. I was feeling down about the separation and didn't think I wanted to be around people, but she talked me into it. I didn't have a costume, so she let me borrow one of hers (her ********'s actually, since hers wouldn't have fit me, but I didn't say that). So there I am at the party dressed up as, of all things, a cheerleader!! Ha ha. I surprised myself at my own audacity, but I got plenty of compliments.
After a few drinks, I was much more comfortable and even did a few "cheers" when asked to pose for some pictures. The other costumes were great, but the one I liked the best was the guy that dressed up as a 70's basketball star. He had a big afro and short-shorts. His red, white and blue uniform and wrist bands/head band were a big hit. To my surprise, he was very talkative with me and I felt comfortable around him. His name was Jim, and he asked me to dance a few times before I finally gave in and actually got out on the dance floor with him. I hadn't danced in... years (had it been that long?), but it was really fun, even if I didn't recognize any of the songs. We must've looked like quite the pair seeing as how he was a 6'2" black man (yes, I said black), and here I am, all 5'4" of white girl barely at eye-level with his chest.
Well, the later it got, it seemed the more alone the two of us were. I felt so relaxed around him that I didn't even feel strange when he kissed me. I know I should have, but it was so natural, not to mention positively electric. There we were, standing alone in the kitchen; he was commenting on my ponytail when he gently grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, leaned forward and kissed me. Wow, just the thought gives me chills. I stood there with my head tilted back and kissed him deeply, our tongues intertwining. I'd never kissed a guy with a moustache before, either. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close while he ran his hands down my back and began grabbing my ass. His hands her under my skirt for quite a while before I realized that we didn't exactly have much privacy there. I looked around the kitchen, relieved that no one was gawking at us. He grabbed me by the hand and lead me upstairs. I don't know why, but I followed him without question.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, he picked me up and laid me on the bed, his mouth all over mine, his hands running up my thighs and between my legs. His fingers quickly slid my panties aside and found my pussy. I was so hot that I reached down to feel him. As his finger pushed inside my pussy, I lost my coordination and could only fumble with his shorts. He quickly helped me out by pulling his cock out and placing my hand on it. I was shocked at how big it was, not to mention it being rock hard. We played with each other for a few minutes before I pushed him onto his back and went down on him. I don't know what made me so brave, but I began giving him head before he could say anything. Wow, what a big cock. I slid my mouth up and down on him and looked up into his eyes while he held me my ponytail and worked my head onto his cock. He sat up and the next thing I knew, he had my panties off and was lifting me up on to his lap. I remember saying something about a condom as I straddled him, but he had the head of his cock inside me in seconds, leaving me speechless. Well, maybe not completely speechless, I do remember moaning a lot. Shit, that was the first cock I'd had in months (actually over a year). I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in so long, or the fact that his cock was really that big, but as he slid further inside me, I felt him filling me in places I didn't know I had. I felt like I came almost instantly. My head was reeling from my orgasm as he pumped his hips lifting me off the bed. I really was riding him, and all I could do was hold on and cum.
After a while, he rested on the bed while I did the pumping. I worked my hips wildly, working my pussy up and down on his manhood. I don't know how long that lasted, but he eventually stopped me and rolled me over, without pulling out of me even, and fucked me missionary style (I feel so dirty for even writing some of these words) while I came again. I wrapped my legs around him, my skirt riding up around my waist as he pumped deeper and deeper into me. He kissed my mouth and neck while I bit on his shoulder. It felt like he got even bigger while he was inside me that way and his strokes became quicker and more forceful. It was driving me wild! I began to climax again, my arms wrapped around him for dear life. I was lost in my orgasm, not realizing that he was cumming inside me. I finally realized that it was his big cock spasming against my pussy and not just my own convulsions. Mmmm... I didn't ever want him to stop cumming.
Eventually, we laid back after we'd both been spent. Even though my legs were trembling, I felt like I could drift off to sleep right then and there. Shit, I can't remember when I felt that relaxed.
A few minutes later, we heard someone coming up the stairs, so we got dressed quickly and made our way downstairs to the noise and commotion of the party (turns out we'd been gone to an hour and a half). He asked me for my number, which I practically yelled out as quickly as I could. We laughed at that and then he had me write it down for him. I still can't believe what I did. I have to get this cheerleader outfit dry cleaned now, but boy was it worth it. I so hope he calls.
