PART V
I am the author of the story of a 15 year old boy who loses his Father to death and I wrote Part II, Part III, and Part IV.
I have had some people who have read the entries, who I know, make the criticism that I certainly do not tell the whole truth. That there are blanks to fill in.
I believe ultimately that they are correct and today I intend to fill in the blanks.
They are correct to imply that the situation with my Mother didn’t just happen due to mourning for my Father.
I was 12 years old when some body functions started to take over my thoughts and actions. Some people call it Puberty. For me, it exceeded most Puberty stories of wet dreams and attraction to the opposite s**.
In a matter of a few weeks, my balls dropped and I seemed to frow in my p**** in leaps and bounds. To be sure, I remember the 1st time I masturbated.
It was not planned as such but as I examined my d***, my balls and the general area, I noticed that my d*** was growing and becoming hard. I was somewhat fascinated by the fact that my dickhead was huge. I guessed that I was at least 6 inches but I thought I could be 7 or more. From the lockerroom talk i had participated in, I went and got the Johnson and Johnson Baby OIl and began to work on a full blown j*******. I was experiencing some very strong feelings and after a while of stroking, I erupted with my first j***. I was amazed at how high the first burst came and how much came, BUT MOST OF ALL THE FIRE IN WHAT I THOUGHT MUST BE MY PROSTATE , was absolutely powerful wonderful and begged for more.
I became a regular at m***********.
I loved the feeling during and at the end.
Overtime, I had the transition occur to watch my Mother come out of the shower to dry off. I had no real desire to m********* over this vision, but I was shocked at how quickly my d*** rose. I was turned on by my Mother’s body in the n***. I quickly went into my room with the door locked and thoroughly enjoyed jacking off to my Mother after her n***** had aroused me.
I had always saw clearly what my Dad had seen in her. She was well stacked. She had a nice rack. a tight bubble b*** and her body was well proportioned. Her face was angelic and yet she being in her early 40’s, she was outstanding with Hair, with her makeup (in particular her eyes and her lips) She occasionally used pink lipstick and regardless of the color, I could see that she would be a great makeout , petting partner and someone that demanded physical satisfaction.
For the next three years, I came to the stark conclusion that I enjoyed my d***, my balls , my s******** and my attraction to my Mother. I loved the climax I was having with my m***********. It was literally leaving me light headed in the best of ways.
I was quite the catch personally. I had styled red hair that brought me a lot of attention. For whatever reason, i slicked my hair down in a Pompadour like Elvis Presley. Because I had done my hair that way for years, it was trained. I loved to dress in my Beatle Boots or Pointed Toe shoes. My shirts were sharp, pressed, and definitely I dressed well. The Yearbook listed me as most Handsome as a Freshman and Sophomore.
Cindy, my younger sister, thought I was hot. She was always physically mature and wanted to be s******* active even as a 9 or 10 year old. She took up after my Mother in so many ways, physically and attitude. My Mother and my sister were hot. Even though I was 14 and my sister was 11, she once grabbed me, embraced me and kissed me passionately. I loved it but it scared me so I didn’t follow up until later.
By Christmas time at age 15, I was infatuated with my Mother. My Dad was very sick and I anticipated that he would die about the time I was 18 and a senior.
But I sensed that my Mother had been keeping an eye on me. I caught her peeking in on me when I showered. More than once, she saw that my sheets had a protusion that was relatively high. She had caught me m*********** and I had to cover up quick.
She took great pride in her hot , well dressed, good looking son.
I can’t comment for her, but I had jacked off hundreds of times thinking of my Mother in the past three years.
And then as the story tells, unexpectedly, my Father passed in February of 1968.
As the story relates, the night after his funeral, things began with my Mother.
In fact, as we rode in the Limousine to the Cemetery, I had a rather novel event happen.
I had set my mind on the fact that I would attempt to get physical with my Mother. She was dressed in Black and sitting on the opposite seat, my eyes feasted on the widow. I also came to grips with the fact that eventually, I would have some kind of relationship with my Sister. She was sitting next to my Mother and she definitely was Top Heavy and Hot.
There are some women who literally dress and act in a way that demands male s***** attention. My Mother and Sister were classic examples of that.
There is no need to revisit the first writing. But I need to add that when my Mother and I were finished with our first heavy petting evening, my world had changed.
The power and feelings of my ejaculations over the years prior paled in comparison to the e********** i experienced that night.
Obviously, my Mother enjoyed it. While it was 48 hours later, she allowed me to penetrate and f*** her brains out. My new s***** excitement changed (ramped up) again.
I do remember one other thought that 2nd night. My engorged d*** filled the entire v***** of my Mother. Every thrust had my d*** totally surrounded. My dickhead was pushing on the entire envelope. She used her muscles to show my d*** appreciation and hot feelings.
Before we began with blowjobs, I need to describe how intense and how our love making was advancing
Two prime examples were as follows.
A couple of weeks after our full f****** sessions, I was in the kitchen helping with the dishes.
It was just me and my Mother. She had just put up the lst dishes in the cabinet and remarked,” I am wondering. What’s your idea of a treat?” I came up behind her and grabbed both breasts while I sucked on her neck. I said, “F****** your brains out!” We were disrobed, in the n*** and f****** on the kitchen floor within minutes.
The other story dealt with a Family Tradition. Every night when we went to bed, we kissed our Mother and said Good Night. One night, Cindy kissed Mother Good Night. The I followed up and gave her the hottest Tongue wrestling French kiss I could muster. She returned the favor to say the least. While kissing her, I worked over her right breast by placing my hand inside her robe. I whispered to her,” If you want the finish to that kiss you know here you have to go!” I went to my room and disrobed and began to magnify what the kiss had begun. Mother did not leave me hanging. Within minutes, she came into my room, locked the door disrobed and mounted my d*** vertically. I am sure you can understand how the next several hours went.
As Part II and Part III describe, my s** life with my Mother was phenomenal. There are tales about my new found s** life with my Sister.
I need to come clean about the Petting sessions with my Sister. Whether on the Labor Day night or the Monday nights , I dare not lie anymore. It was not very long before I was f****** my sister hard and often. I made sure I was protected but many a Trojan was used as I did become the first to f*** my sister.
It was treacherous to say the least. My sister was hotter and better than my Mother. Her blowjobs were better
In conclusion as you read Part IV, there are two points to clear up and add to.
1) My secretary at my new job in Lexington, Kentucky.
She just didn’t show up for an interview. Her daughter, the sophomore at UK, was working in our mailroom. The Mother would pick her up from work and spotted me. She told me years later (during our interlude) that she had spotted me as a man who would want to f*** her brains out. She made it a habit to pick up her daughter daily. She admitted that she fantasized about being my secretary (my concubine).
Hence, the night she had her interview, she was primed to push the issue of her hiring.
I was alone without my wife who was graduating kids and selling the house. She reminded me of my Mother and definitely was a passionate nymph.
I ended up smitten with her and by her. I bought her a Gray Full Length Mink Coat and a Blonde Full Length and a Black as Night Full Length. She loved gifts and she showed it with spectacular f*** sessions after each purpose. There was always a night on the circuit (company meetings and seminars) when a Gray or Black or Blonde Full Length Mink Coat entered my room, disrobed as the only thing being worn and you can imagine the rest.
Needless to say, she captivated me and even after Leslie arrived in Lexington, we found ways to continue our tryst.
I think in conclusion that there are just people made for certain people. The relationship I had with my Mother was overwhelming me and has overwhelmed me all my life. My sister overwhelmed me. My secretary overwhelmed me.
I was fortunate to be good looking, handsome and I learned how to make women happy and fulfilled.