Curt couldn’t stand it any longer. He rushed back to his room and jacked off, pumping his cock for several seconds until it erupted all over his floor.
When he settled down, he used a dirty t-shirt from the corner to clean his mess. “All she wants is black dick,” he grumbled before going back to sleep.
The next morning TJ was gone and Curt did his best to avoid his mother.
*
A week later, his mother came home from work, barely saying anything to her son. Something was wrong. She seemed troubled and distracted, unable to focus on dinner.
“You ok?” Curt asked, hoping she wasn’t mad at him, hoping she didn’t find out he read through her diary.
“Fine,” Miranda lied.
They ate dinner in silence, his mother retreating to the shower afterward, leaving Curt to clean the dishes.
Curt waited for a few days before he could get to her diary again. His mother was better, but he could tell something was still bothering her. One day before she got home, he took his opportunity to read her newest entries.
“The woman at the gym knows TJ and I are sleeping together. She’s been glaring at me from across the locker room. I’ve seen her staring at me, sizing me up again. She’s bound to see me as a threat. Maybe she wants TJ. She can have him, if she wants. He and I aren’t committed.”
Miranda arrived home earlier than expected. Curt closed the diary, stuffing it under the chair cushion and ran out of his mother’s room.
“This is stupid. I shouldn’t do this. If she wants to be a slut and be all about black cock, so be it. She’s not treating me poorly,” Curt thought, rolling over on his bed. A pang of anger still tugged at his heart. He thought he knew why he was angry, but still couldn’t admit it.
-6-
Curt’s shower masturbation sessions decreased along with his late night cock erupting orgasms with thoughts of his mother on his mind.
He stopped reading her diary. He barely noticed her writing in it. He instead focused on school work. It was difficult; Curt struggled to resist the urge to invade her privacy. It was like an addiction he was quitting cold-turkey.
Overall, his mother seemed much happier as the holidays approached. Every weekend Miranda was out on Friday and Saturday nights. Curt didn’t know what she was up to and didn’t care.
Thanksgiving and Christmas were boring. He saw some family, but it was nothing special. He couldn’t help but notice how jovial his mother was while conversing with relatives. Curt shrugged it off, keeping to himself.
The night before New Year’s Eve, Curt saw his mother writing in her diary again. She was humming, occasionally giggling while she wrote.
Curt rolled his eyes. “Great. Writing on and on about how much she loves black cock. Slut.” He got up and went to his room.
There was a knock at his door an hour later. “Come in,” Curt said, knowing it was his mother. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Hi. You got any plans tomorrow?” his mother asked, sitting on his bed.
For a brief second Curt thought she would ask him to hang out or go to dinner. “Uh no.”
“Aww. Well if you want to go out with your friends, please be safe. I’ll be hanging with my friends; I’ll probably be home very late. I’ll leave that pasta dish you love so much in the fridge.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Curt said.
His mother patted his knee, stood and kissed his forehead. Curt closed his eyes, her sweet smelling hair filling his nostril.
“Goodnight,” she smiled at her son, closing his door.
“Goodnight,” Curt sighed.
*
“The woman at the gym confronted me. Her name is Danielle. She’s married as I suspected. I truly thought she was going to beat me up.”
Curt’s mouth dropped, after reading that line in his mother’s diary. Miranda was out for New Year’s Eve. Curt, home alone, not caring about hanging out with his friends, decided to catch up on some reading. He pushed guilt aside, unable to ignore the desire to read it, and gave in.
“She slammed me against a locker before I had a chance to change, or well, do anything. She was so strong. She held me in place, her forearm against my collarbone. I was able to get a good look at her face. She appeared to be a few years older than me, in her early 40s, I’d say. She wasn’t the most attractive up close, I suppose.
She told me she knew what TJ and I are up to. She said she could tell all about me just by looking at me. I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her.
Danielle told me I was made for one thing and one thing only – it was the one thing she was also made for. I was confused.
She spun me around in the empty locker room and slammed me against the locker again. She pulled down my shorts, while pinning me against the locker with her free arm. I thought about screaming, but something about this told me she wasn’t going to hurt me like I initially though.
Danielle slapped my bare ass several times. She told me it was made for one thing – black cock.
She turned me back around, not pressing hard against me like before. She smiled and, looking me over. She took a step back and turned her back to me. I watched Danielle slowly pull her black, tight shorts down, revealing her own bare ass.
She told me hers was made for black dick too. Her butt was gorgeous, so sexy.
I asked her what the hell she wanted, why was she telling me this. Facing me again, she said TJ as her answer. She wanted him; she wanted every single black man she saw. Danielle then proposed she and I work together. She demanded my phone number.
I didn’t know what to say.
She grabbed my hands, placing them on her ass. She told me squeeze and for some reason I did. Danielle told me she has a network of women that all work together and find black cock. She told me I could be part of it – I could be a black cock queen like her.
I released her toned ass; I didn’t know what to say. She told me to think about it. Danielle admitted she saw me as a threat at first, but then decided since I met and fucked TJ the first time he showed up to the gym, that I might make a good ally for her network.
I went home, shaken, thinking about her words. TJ snuck over around 2am, we had quiet sex, not waking Curt. I couldn’t help but picture Danielle and I slobbering all over TJ’s cock.”
“No way,” Curt thought. He had to know more. “This explains her being out of sorts that week.”
-7-
“I thought about Danielle’s offer for a few days. The thought of a married woman sneaking around bothered me. I wondered if she wore it for show, or was really married. I looked for her at the gym, not seeing her out front or in the sauna. I didn’t see her in the women’s locker room, but I heard moans coming out of the men’s.
Behind me I heard a couple people approaching. They were whispering something, I caught a few words, and then two younger black men brushed past me saying Danielle was in the locker room. Just as I figured.
I waited and waited in the women’s locker. Finally she appeared. I asked her if she was married. She was brushing sweat off her forehead and tummy. Her hair was a mess and it looked as though she haphazardly put her clothing back on.
She said she was – almost 20 years. I grimaced at hearing her words. How could she do this to her husband? Danielle pinned me up against locker and kissed me – hard.