I guess when you start a diary; you should always start at the beginning. It is not my intention that anyone ever reads my diary, but I guess I have had some rotten luck as the years have gone by. My real Mum died; well that's what I tell myself, but to be honest, I don't even think of her as my real Mum. My step Mum was called Ruth. She was not my biologi...
The next month flew in for Jack; he got involved in a computer upgrade at the home. All the records had to be updated and then, for security to be backed on to two Cloud data-banks. One morning Jean had told this was going to happen, a company had tendered for it and we're charging tens of thousands to do the work. Jean was worried as she hadn't budgeted for...
Sam was a slut. She knew it, her family knew it, her friends knew it, in fact everyone knew it. She didn't care though. She actually had a medical condition; Hornyfuckslutism. She had never heard of it until the day her mum forced her to see a 'sexual doctor'. Her mum had walked in on her being fucked by two older men when she was just 18. One was up her ass...
A few days later, Drew and I are enjoying a long free period since our physical education teacher wasn't around that day. We head to our school's library and use his laptop to check out what's happening at my house, hoping to catch something interesting. What we see is interesting alright. My mum is lounging around on the bed with Aaron (see chapter 11) and...
Chapter 21 Sunday Evening, The main storyline of this chapter is for a special request from a local Singaporean fan who wanted me to write about me watching him fuck my mum. Hope all readers enjoy it and look forward to chapter 22 which is also coming out shortly. The rest of the guys are back at the house now, packing up to leave. Kim seems to have alrea...
My Stepmother Teresa hadn't done much, it seemed, in quite a while, since her last experience documented in her other stories. She dressed pretty conservatively again, and all seemed quiet and placid in our lives. This peace was broken one day, however, when I was walking with Mum around the corner, past the local shops. There was a group of youths in their...
Standing on the edge of the cliff looking out to sea, I watched in the distance, the silhouette of an oil tanker going out to sea. Putting a hand on either side of my hips then taking a deep breath of clean air at the same time listening to the ocean crash on the rocks below. Kneeling down I scooped a handful of dirt then bringing it up to my nose smelling t...
The next day, I woke up very early, heading to Drew's room so we could hopefully catch some morning sex. I know that my mum either blows or fucks my dad almost every morning and if she's really offering a full on 'tai tai' trophy wife experience to the Sheikh, she would almost certainly get him off to start the day. When we tune in though, the room is still...
Jack arrived home just after one in the afternoon; it was his last day of the University term, he now had nine weeks of summer holidays, next year would be his final year, he was looking forward to that. Jack was studying medicine; he was smart, he had started when he was seventeen, which was over four years ago. His holidays had usually been spent helping h...
This story has been adapted from entries from diaries entrusted to me after my mother's death. I have 'changed names' to protect the innocent or guilty depending on your point of view and I have added a little bit of poetic licence to add substance. This is by no means meant to denigrate her memory but to share a little of the real sensuous, broad-minded wom...