I was going to get sex, finally, after so long. With a man, a huge, big black man. I could barely drive; I had trouble focusing on following TJ.
We arrived at his apartment, I followed him in. We entered, he set his keys down, smiled at me, and like two magnets we became stuck together. Kissing frantically. He stopped it.
TJ told me he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or anything serious. As he caressed my face, he told me he loves white women, loves sex with them.
I said nothing. I backed away, reached down, pulled my dress up high over my head and let it fall to the floor. I looked into his eyes, standing nude before him.”
“Holy shit,” Curt paused, his cock rock hard. “I had no idea she was lonely and horny like this.”
He gulped, took a deep breath, turned the page and continued. He grabbed and squeezed his erection through his shorts.
“I watched TJ undress. I nearly climaxed from that alone. He was a sculpted specimen, statuesque, hard.
My mouth hung open when I saw his cock. There’s no way it would fit in me. I’ve lost count of how long I went without sex, there’s no way he could stretch me out – too big.
My legs were trembling. I instinctually went to my knees before him. I didn’t know where to begin. I knew what I wanted, but it’s been so long.
I stopped hesitating and grabbed that huge dick, licking all over the shaft and tip. He tasted so good. I covered it in my drool.
I looked to him; he nodded, approving of my mediocre cock worshiping skills. Apparently I was doing something right.
He guided me to my feet, TJ bent down, wrapped his huge arms around me. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my ass, and he walked us to his bedroom.
Standing at the foot of his bed, he released one of my asscheeks; then I felt it – the tip of his cock at my pussy entrance.
I whimpered when he inserted himself in me, not all the way. He nodded, kissed my cheek, and told me to relax. He slid more of himself in, taking it slow.
I’ve never been stretched like this. My pussy lips were pried apart, his invading dick sliding in inch by inch until finally landing against my cervix. That couldn’t be all of him.
Next TJ slowly lifted me up and down on his cock, letting my pussy, my body get used to him. I came in less than 30 seconds. He held me while I shook and climaxed. He was so thick.
He sat on his bed next. I came off the first of many orgasms that night and straddled him. He nodded and I got to work. I ground and squatted up and down on him, as slow or as fast as I wanted. I came on his big black cock several more times before tiring out.
TJ simply watched me. Watched me ride, cum, and get used to his big dick. I was exhausted, another orgasm washing over me. I smiled at him; he stood, and then guided me onto my back. It was his turn.
Rolling and grinding his hips against me, propping himself with his huge arms, TJ made me cum over and over again. I loved watching his muscular, dark-brown body work as he fucked me. It was so, so very good.
Several hours later, he rolled off me. We were both a sweaty mess. He still hadn’t cum. I threw my legs over his face, my hands to his cock, my mouth covering it. I wanted his cum; I wanted to drink all of it.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head when his tongue licked all around my asshole. I kept going though. I kept jacking and sucking that cock of his, waiting for his semen to fill my mouth.
Then it happened. TJ grunted, his body tightening below me. He was blowing his load. I covered his big cockhead with my mouth and let it flow into me. His cock spurt several times and I drank every last drop.”
Curt ejaculated in his shorts, quickly slamming the diary shut and sliding it back under the cushion. He went to his room, slammed his door and went to bed, angry at himself for cumming to thoughts of his mother.
-5-
He avoided his mother the next day. Part of it was the embarrassment of cumming to thoughts of her and TJ, the other part was anger at her for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint. Curt initially thought it was because she’d been secretive, but that couldn’t be it.
It was Sunday. Miranda went to the gym, then grocery shopping. Curt took the opportunity home alone to catch up more on her diary.
The entries about TJ went on and on. Detailed, long entries about sex with him. Curt shook his head; it was all she seemed to write about.
Miranda went in details about how TJ worshiped her ass, sucked her breasts until they were sore, and lasted so long that she thought she was going to pass out.
Curt was shocked to learn that his mother snuck TJ into her bedroom multiples times before he caught her.
“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe she’d do that,” Curt thought, squeezing his erection. He continued reading.
He read about how they worked out together. He read about his mother and TJ fucking in the parking lot before going into the gym together. He read about them having sex after a late night workout, in the showers, in the men’s locker room, and one time, outside the gym in an alley.
The entries finally ended. Curt was caught up with his mother’s private written thoughts and life. He jacked off once more in the shower, after putting her diary back where it belonged.
*
A couple weeks later, Curt’s mother appeared in the living room wearing a Halloween costume. She was wearing a black wig, plastic gold arm and wrist bracelets, gold head band, tall white and gold boots and a small, white skirt with matching top – her tummy exposed.
“Well?” she asked her son, his eyes widening.
“Uh.”
“I’m Cleopatra. What do you think?”
“Um, it’s nice,” Curt said, blushing, turning away.
His mother giggled, gave him a hug and told him to have a nice night. She was going to a Halloween party, Curt assumed with TJ, and would be back late.
Curt heard a car honk from the driveway. “I better go, my friend is here. Goodnight!” Miranda said, taking her leave.
Curt rushed to a window, watching her get into the car of a black man – TJ. He watched her head immediately go to TJ’s lap. Curt shook his head watching his mother’s head bob up and down as TJ backed out of the driveway.
He read more of her diary. She had new entries. They were all about TJ, his black cock, and what his mother loved about it. She loved how big and long it was; how TJ could be rough and animalistic, or gentle and loving. He read about how much she loved drinking his cum, occasionally taking a huge load on her face.
Several more entries and Curt was caught up. He decided to go to bed, not jack off, and forget all about this. He knew who the man was, he knew who his mother was spending time with, and he knew what she loved – black cock. He frowned and rolled over to sleep.
*
He was asleep when she arrived. Curt’s mom tried to be quiet while having sex with TJ. But her moans of pleasure, while not as loud as they were at TJ’s apartment, were enough to wake Curt.
“Beautiful,” Curt thought, mouth hanging open, watching his mother in her Cleopatra costume, minus the skirt, thong pulled to the side, ride TJ’s glorious black dick. With the black wig and accessories, she looked just like an erotic, Egyptian, sexual goddess.