It took me a second to realize what was happening. Luckily one of his sons was in the room, idly doing dishes while his old man was having sex with a white woman. I was planning on doing Hoover’s son next, but didn’t get a chance to.
Hoover was staring into my eyes, inches from my face, he just kept thrusting hard over and over again. He told me not to stop until he goes.
I did as he asked; I kept grinding and riding his black dick until I felt our bodies tighten, until his eyes rolled into the back of his head, until we both moaned with pleasure, cumming at the same time.
When we came off our mutual orgasms, I kissed him several times. There was no response.
His son was standing next to us at this point. He told me his dad is gone. Gone? I looked to Hoover, he was still; his chest wasn’t moving up and down. I checked his pulse. Nothing. I was in shock, I didn’t know what to say or do.
I kissed him again, and then kissed down his still-warm body. His cock slithered out of me. I cleaned it for him, licking his cum and my pussy juices from it. Hoover died doing what he was meant for, built for, his black cock pleasing a white woman.
Danielle found out a few minutes later, along with everyone else. She immediately complained about losing the best cock there. She cursed and dragged me to our trailer, telling me we were leaving early. I was confused and asked her what was going on.
Her true, uncaring self, shone through once again when she told me the best dick in that trailer park is dead – there was no point staying with those losers.
I was too angry and shocked to say anything. We put our clothes back on for the first time in two days. Danielle pushed me to her car. I looked over my shoulder seeing several of the trailer park’s residents hugging and consoling one another for the loss of old Hoover.
I wanted to yell at her, make her stay, but at the same time I had a better idea.
After she complained about how I got to have another round with Hoover before he died, we were quiet the rest of the three hour car ride.
She dropped me off at my house. When I saw she was out of sight, I texted Curt, telling him I would be home the next day instead.
I got in my car and left. I drove right back to that trailer park alone.
I arrived two hours later, thankful I didn’t get caught speeding. I put my car in park, got out and shed my clothes. Most of the residents were around a bon fire, sitting, drinking. I found Hoover’s son and told him how I sorry I was for his loss. I kissed and told him to use me, to use my body. He took me to bed and made love to me, filling my pussy, thanking me for returning.
After him, another son joined, then a friend, then more and more residents. All of them used my body for comfort, to help mend their sadness. It was only temporary but it’s all I could think to do. Danielle did and said nothing to them when she rushed out of there.
One by one all the black men took me, made love to me, thanking me afterward.
I left around 4am, stopping for coffee along the way. I smiled, feeling my pussy leak cum in my car. I hoped I made those nice men feel a little better after their loss.
When I got home I went straight to bed.”
Curt shut the diary, sliding it under the cushion. He went to his room, sitting on his bed, staring off into space.
Several moments passed, he kicked off his shoes, laid on his bed and went to sleep.
-11-
Curt read more of her diary when he got a chance. But there were no new entries. He went back and read the older ones, the ones that were before her encounters with interracial sex.
He learned she was extremely lonely. She attempted signing up for dating websites, never having success. Curt read that she sacrificed much to raise him and now that he was 18 she wanted to venture out and try dating. He read about all her failed attempts.
Curt also read, in those earlier entries he skipped, that she was a masturbation enthusiast, a self-pleasuring expert. Curt couldn’t help but get hard reading about how she did it every night in bed until she fell asleep, or snuck away at work to ride a dildo in the bathroom.
One day, randomly flipping through it, Curt saw a new entry.
“Danielle was caught again – this time by her husband. She called me last night, begging for a place to stay. She said Aline and Melissa were packing up, moving up north, their places were boxed up. Maybe they were tired of her too.
I told her no.
She went on and on, playing like she was the victim. She said her son set it up. He worked with the quarterback from school to arrange it. Her son took photos of them, followed them, everything.
Danielle’s son lied to his father, claiming there was an issue with the plumbing and he needed his help. This got him to come home early from work.
Danielle said he went into a rage upon seeing her riding that black student in their bed. He screamed at her, telling her to get out, threw her clothes at her, scaring the hell out of the black guy.
Danielle started crying on the phone. She said just as she was about to walk out the front door with a bag of clothes, her son stopped her. Danielle described the look on his face as smug. She cried harder when she told me her son spit in her face and pushed her out the door.
I’m shaking as I write this. It felt so good to tell her no. She begged and begged me to let her stay here. I hung up on her.
She’s horrible. I don’t know where she’ll end up and I don’t care. I’m glad I’m done with her.
I’m shaking for another reason too.
Curt, I know you’re reading this. I know you’ve been reading my diary for a few weeks now. I’m your mother, I know everything.
I know you’ve been masturbating while reading of my private sex life. I saw you one night when I came home early. You must’ve been too engrossed with whatever you were reading to hear me arrive.
I know you saw TJ and I have sex. I heard you approach from the hall. I think I even saw your shadow in my peripheral vision. I was too busy to care; I wanted to keep cumming over and over, ignoring everything else.”
Curt dropped the diary, looking around the bedroom in a panic. He got up, looking outside, not seeing his mother’s car in the drive way. His heart was racing, his breathing frantic.
“No, no, please no,” he paced around her room, unable to think straight. He picked up her diary, reading that line several times to make sure it was real.
He continued on, trying to calm his speeding heart.
“How dare you! How dare you invade my privacy! I’m so disappointed and hurt by this. I can’t believe you’ve done this. I would never do that to you. My sex life is no one’s business.
I know you thought I was a slut, reading about my sexual adventures. I know you thought I was some sort of black cock queen all about big black dick. I know that’s why you were angry at me, why you’ve been distant.
But there’s another reason. A reason I know and you have yet to realize. Masturbating to what I’ve written told me. You’re jealous.
I’m not going to punish you, Curt. The shame and embarrassment you feel should be enough.
I hurt NO ONE. I cheated on NO ONE. I didn’t ruin my family. I didn’t ridicule or talk poorly of my son! I’m not like Danielle.