Curt lasted a few hours home alone before he read her diary again. He saw only one new entry.
“I need it. I need it so bad. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had black dick or hung out with Danielle. I’m going on one last binge with her and that’s it.
She’s inviting me to go out of town with her. She’s lying to her husband, saying it’s a yearly work conference. Whatever, I’m getting black cock with her.
I don’t know what this weekend will have in store, but it will be a wild, insane time, afterward, I hope to never see Danielle again.”
Curt threw his mother’s diary across the room. “No!”
When she rushed out of their home, she told him she’d be back late Sunday night. He didn’t know where she was, Curt wondered if it was the beach or perhaps to Miami a few hours away. He wondered if she was staying at TJ’s or a random black guy’s house the entire weekend. He didn’t know what to do or what he could do.
He waited instead.
She never showed Sunday night. He got a text around 11pm saying, she’s staying the night and would be home in the morning. Miranda still didn’t say where she was or what she was doing.
Curt got up Monday morning an hour earlier. He saw his mother’s car in the driveway; she’d returned during the night. He was surprised he didn’t hear her arrive. He peeped into her bedroom; she was knocked out, wearing a dress. He closed the door letting her sleep, hoping whatever was in her system was finally out. He was tired of her not being around, tired of her out sleeping with black men. He wanted her home.
-10-
She was cooking dinner the following weekend. Curt watched her chop vegetables having just returned from the gym. She was still wearing her sports bra and yoga shorts, her tummy exposed. He approached her from behind, sliding his hands around her, resting them on her stomach.
Miranda put the knife down, resting her hands on Curt. “Please be done,” Curt thought. “Please be done with this and stay here with me.”
His mother turned around, hugging her son tightly.
“I love you,” she said, ending the embrace, kissing his cheek, resuming preparing for dinner. Curt nodded and went to his room to study.
Dinner was quiet. Afterward, mother and son sat on the couch. Miranda popped in a movie and slid next to her son, wrapping his arm around her. Curt smiled, kissed her head and watched the movie with her.
When it was over, Miranda sat up, kissed his forehead and went to bed. “Goodnight. I’m going to shower.”
Curt watched her leave, watching her hips sway, watching her muscular ass flex. He thought about how amazing she looked. Then he remembered the previous weekend. He remembered her diary.
He quickly made his way to her room, hearing the shower. He sat on the chair, pulling out the diary, hurriedly flipping through to find new entries. He only found one.
“Danielle took me to a trailer park. It was in a swampy area of Florida about three hours away. This was the place she claimed she visited once a year. Once a year for what she called the best black cock she’s ever had.
She talked on and on about her little cock husband, how good it felt sneaking around and cheating on him. Danielle was saying how her son wouldn’t do a thing. He was as useless as his dad. He would never take charge and please a woman; he would never take charge and confess what he witnessed to his father. I stayed quiet, my pussy oozing with the thought of an entire trailer park of black men to have sex with.
When we arrived, Danielle immediately stripped naked. She was greeted by several men – they all knew her apparently. I was introduced next and ordered to undress by Danielle. We were given vodka and rum shots and led to Danielle’s sole purpose for going to this place.
His name was Hoover. He was around 80 years old. He had white hair and no front teeth. I watched Danielle immediately go to him, sticking her tongue down the old man’s throat. She then went to her knees and began sucking off the longest cock I’d ever seen. Several of his relatives were around, watching smiling, grabbing my ass. They were all waiting for us.
Danielle popped his cock out of her mouth and ordered me to join her. More rum flowed, more shots downed. I was going all out this weekend.
I joined Danielle, immediately licking and slobbering all over Hoover’s huge cock. Danielle was on one side, I on the other. We licked and kissed our way to the cockhead. Then Danielle grabbed my face, kissing me hard. She told me this would be the wildest weekend of my life. She wasn’t kidding.
After she came all over Hoover’s cock, Danielle stood, drank more, grabbed one of the other black men in Hoover’s trailer and left with a group of them.
I remained behind, loving all over Hoover’s cock. I took another shot of rum and cleaned Danielle’s pussy juices off it. Then I carefully straddled the old man. I asked him why they called him Hoover.
He showed me by sucking my tits so hard I nearly came right then and there. Seconds later, I did, and Hoover guided me to all fours. He used his mouth, with its lack of front teeth, so suck all over my ass. My butt cheeks were no doubt covered in hickeys.
Then Hoover guided his cock into me from behind – I couldn’t help but come again. I loved it. I can see why Danielle visited this place once a year. It’s a shame she’s betraying her husband to do so.
Hoover and I went at it for hours. Drinking, kissing, sucking, and fucking until well after midnight. He eventually grew tired. He asked me if it was ok for him to finish inside me. I told him of course. He thanked me and quietly climaxed, his beautiful, old cock pumping me full of cum.
I said goodnight. I told him I’d see him soon and left.
I found Danielle around a huge bon fire in the center of the trailer park getting double penetrated in a gang bang of sorts. A younger black guy passed me a bottle of rum, I took a big swig. He picked me up and took me to his trailer. Several more joined us and before I knew it I had a cock in every hole of my body.
Shortly after dawn, they finished with me. I limped out of their trailer and ran into Danielle. She was limping too. She grabbed my arm and pulled me along to the trailer where we’d be resting.
She slammed me against the wall once we got inside, kissing me hard. I kissed her back, grabbing her big ass. Danielle pushed me on the bed, climbed on top and sat on my face. In my drunken stupor I licked semen out of her pussy and ass. She did the same to me in our 69-position.
Several minutes passed and we climaxed together. Danielle and I shook and cried out in ecstasy in that little trailer. She got off my face and collapsed next to me. We were asleep moments later.
This was the weekend routine. We’d service and fuck every black man there – focusing on Hoover the most.
Sunday was horrible. I truly saw how despicable Danielle was.”
Curt paused, making sure his mother was still showering, not wanting to be taken off guard. He looked back to the paper of her diary, seeing a circular smudge mark blurring some ink. It appeared to be a teardrop.
“It was shortly after noon. I was exhausted from constant sex throughout the weekend. I was on top of Hoover, approaching another climax, when he stopped me. His eyes shot open, he grabbed my face, bringing it to his. He told me to keep going, don’t stop – he said we’ll climax together, one final time for him.