Mom's Journal II

by Elle

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I was needless to say mortified by the revelations in my mother's journal entry. Yet it all made sense suddenly -- my mother was in love with me...'not that she 'loved' me...I knew that; but she apparently wanted me on a more sensual and physical level as well. And as frightening as it was; it was indeed a relief to know that I had the power to make my mom truly happy.

Before I realized what had come over me; a tingling flushed though my entire body. I had been masturbating for nearly two years already but I had NEVER been so excited as I was at that very moment. My fingers immediately found their way to my nipples. Like nothing more than firm strawberries pressing against my white cotton tee shirt, they were gloriously tweaked and brushed by my eager hands. An audible sign proceeded my fervent eagerness to dance to this new melody playing in my mind. I slipped my left hand up under my shirt and lightly brushed my right budding breast gradually -- and then more quickly until I was soon encircling my nipple as if the fingertip had suddenly become my mother's tongue. My right hand delved between my loose jeans and my cotton panties. I dug into my soft cleft and felt the transformation of soft dry cloth into sodden warm pudding. I groaned aloud. I saw my reflection in my mother's full length vanity mirror on the back of her closet door. The same mirror that reflected her beauty back to her lovely kind soul every morning. I imagined that she had thought of me and perhaps had perpetrated this same ritual numerous times as I had just discovered at this moment in time. I laid my cheek against the cool glass and let my hand slide inside my panties. I could see my hot breath precipitously fogging the mirror with each wanton heave. I looked into me eyes and could see my mother through them. My tongue instinctively began to press against my reflection. My finger went inside my tight wet hole as I imagined french kissing my mom. My eyes closed and my orgasm was immediate. My gushing squirt could not be contained by the undulating piston strokes of my finger up my hole. I grunted like an animal as I slumped lifelessly into the mirror. I left my finger in my pussy until it contacted past all need of stimulation. I brought my nectar to my lips sucked the copious warm fluid and swallowed my cum. I wanted to taste what my mom would be sampling later that night I hoped. My mom will have no idea the joy I will bring her soon. I will be her virgin bride. A wondrous honeymoon awaits us both under her silk duvet tonight...