2 comments/ 54958 views/ 9 favorites A Stranger's Journal By: Moondrift We were in the process of moving into The Laurels. I was busy overseeing the men as they brought in the furniture when Emily our maid came to me and said, "Misses, I was just putting some stuff away in a cupboard and I found this right at the back of the top shelf." She handed me a rather beautiful leather bound book and across the front of it in gold letters was inscribed "My Journal," with a date some ten years back. I had a brief glance at the first entries and they seemed to be those of a young man who had recorded a cruise on board one of those floating Taj Mahals they call "Cruise Liners." I put it into the drawer of my bedside cabinet, intending to read it later. It takes a while to settle into a large house like The Laurels and so it was not until several days later I got back to the journal. I'd slept alone ever since my husband John had died, and so I wouldn't be interrupting anyone's sleep. I took the journal from the draw, and sitting up in bed began to read. What I read captivated me and I spent most of the night reading. Since my husband's death I often resort to this internet site to help me with my emotional difficulties, and so I decided I'd like to share with other users of this site some of the pleasure I gained from reading the journal. I have changed the original names, using pseudonyms as the fancy took me. It began with an undated preamble that I think sounds rather angry. The Journal. How typical of father. He always assumes that everyone will go along with his plans for them. Tonight over dinner he announced, "Adrian, since you're finishing school in a month and a half and you've done well, I've decided you and your mother will go on a luxury cruise for a month. I've made the bookings and there are some brochures on the reading desk in the library. I glanced across the table at mother. She gave an almost imperceptible shrug, smiled faintly, but said nothing. "Typical," I thought, "we all do what father wants, no argument." I was not so naïve as to think that he really wanted to reward me for doing well at my studies. He'd packed mother and me off on other occasions, but never for a month. "This one must be a top class fuck," I thought. I often wondered why mother stayed with him and I'd even asked her. Reluctantly she said that she owed him something because he'd pulled her out of pretty poor circumstances and married her. There's quite a story there but I won't write it down now. I took a look at the brochures and they told me just what I'd expected. "A Floating Palace" was one description; another said, "Why Wait, Experience Heaven Now!" Again typical of father, he thought he could pay us, or anyone else, off with a bit of overcooked luxury. Well, I suppose mum and I are stuck with it, and I can think of worse people to spend a month with. 10th December. Came on board today. It's just as I thought it would be. Everything that passes for the "Good Life:" Luxury cabins, cinema, bars (4), cabaret entertainers, gyms (2), swimming pool and spa pools, dance floors, shops, chapel and you name it, and everywhere grinning staff waiting to do your slightest bidding. Sickening. I'd much rather mum and I were doing some hang gliding or mountain climbing. 11th December. Arid, that's what it is. Everywhere I look there are wrinkles and crinkles. Some of them seem like dad, filthy rich, but most of them look as if they're having their first and last superannuation splash in first class, before sans eyes, sans ears, sans sex, sans brain, sans everything, that's what I'm stuck with. I've never had sex so I'd hoped I might lose my virginity with some girl on the loose during the cruise; no chance. I believe there are some younger people on the lower decks, but we don't go down there. I might sneak down there though and see if I can do any good for myself. 12th December. Went with mum to the cocktail lounge for the cocktail hour; I think for most of them cocktail hour is ever hour of the day. Had a strange experience; there was a woman sitting near us and she kept looking at me. Apart from mum she looked to be one of the youngest women around, I estimated about fifty. When I looked back at her she gave me a quirky sort of smile. She was wearing a shirtwaister dress in multi-coloured Indian cotton with three buttons at the neck undone, and I could just see a bit of her cleavage which was made more prominent by contrast with her large breasts. I've never seen naked breasts but trying to compare hers with other's I'd seen partially revealed by bikini wearers, I thought hers to be huge. After a while she rose and made her way towards the exit, and at the exit she turned and stood there for a full half minute looking at me, then she left. 13th December. I had a swim in the pool today while I made up my mind whether to make my foray to the lower decks. I was sitting at the side of the pool when the woman I'd seen in the cocktail lounge came and sat beside me. Feeling I ought to be friendly and make some conversation I said, "I saw you in the cocktail lounge yesterday." She smiled and said, "So you remember me?" "Yes," I replied, and trying to be affable I added, "You'd be hard to forget." Of course it was her boobs that were hard to forget but I didn't say that. "That's a lovely thing to say," she almost cooed. She was sitting very close to me and without making it to too obvious I tried to weigh her up. I could smell a subtle but seductive perfume and see fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and the flesh of her neck was showing signs of sagging, but she had the sort of face that I usually associate with a cat-walk model, with its high cheek bones, long, and slightly concave nose, wide, full lips and dark eyes deeply set under strong brows. Her long blonde hair, probably dyed, was held back by two combs, and it fell over her shoulders. I could imagine her when younger posed, mouth moistly open, hips jutting and staring at the camera with that apparently obligatory look of arrogant resentment models seem to favour. I wondered if when younger she had been a model, but I thought that they don't go in for such big breasts in that business, so perhaps not. After a while she stood and said, "I'm just going to have a swim, don't go away." She was wearing a colourfully striped beach robe, and when she took it off I saw she was wearing a bikini and my idea that she had huge breasts was confirmed. They were almost spilling out of the cups, and yet they didn't look as if they would sag without the cup support; in fact it was almost as if her breasts supported the cups rather than the other way round. Despite what I estimated to be her age, I started to get horny. My school education had been at an exclusive boys' boarding school and I remembered what the guys had said about older women. They'd come back after the holidays boasting about their sexual conquests; this included endless screwing with cousins, sisters, mothers, and in one case a grandmother. I didn't believe most of these tales, but in the case of the grandmother it was possible because it was Wanker Price who told that story. In the dormitory our beds were divided off by thin screens and Wanker made no secret of his nightly masturbation. He'd yell out, "I've shot my load five times and I'm trying for a sixth." He claimed he'd surpassed himself with his grandmother, "I came into her eight times in one night." The woman came out of the pool and her bikini was made of the sort of material that becomes semi-transparent when it's wet. I could see her nipples though the cloth of the cups, and that got me even hornier. When she'd dried herself she put on her robe and sat beside me. "We'd better introduce ourselves," she said. "I'm Angela Stern." "Adrian Sturt," I replied. We shook hands and she held on to mine for a bit longer than a normal handshake requires. "Who was that lovely lady I saw you with in the cocktail lounge?" she asked. "My mother." "You're mother! I thought she might be your older sister or even..." She didn't complete the sentence as her voice trailed away. For some reason she looked rather pleased. "It must be rather boring for you being among so many older people," she said quietly. I laughed and managed a bit of flattery. "Everybody's not old, there's you." "What a lovely young man you are," she said, "how old do you think I am." I hate that question, but I suppose I'd brought it on myself. I played it as safe as I could and said, "Oh, I'd say about thirty nine or forty." She laughed lightly and laying her hand on my thigh she said, "I think you're trying to flatter me." I began to protest but she interrupted; "Now I don't usually tell people my age, but as you're so sweet I'll let you into the secret; I'm fifty three." That was roughly what I'd estimated, but I put in my protest, "No, you're kidding me," etc. "Well, if you come to my cabin I can show you my driver's license and a few other things," she said. I was just about to agree when mum came looking for me. "It's time for lunch darling." This afternoon I played a few desultory games of quoits with mum. I don't think she's having a good time either. Pity there's not a few young guys around to keep her entertained. I saw Angela in the cocktail lounge later, but we didn't speak. 14th December. Had breakfast with mum; mountains of food and by the look of it a lot gets chucked away. We decided we'd take a spa bath. There are a couple of big ones that hold about six people and several smaller ones that hold about two. The big ones were occupied by some ancient of days trying to pretend they're teenagers. Mum and I got into one of the smaller ones. Its strange how you don't take an inventory of your mother, but I suppose inspired by Angela I took a careful look at mum. She was a very different type from Angela. She has something doll-like about her, with an almost round head poised on a long delicate neck, a snub nose, a small mouth with a full upper lip beautifully curved, and her dark hair is well groomed and worn like a helmet. One of her most attractive features is her slanting violet eyes. Like Angela she was wearing a bikini -- a red one I hadn't seen before - and the top hinted at her up-pointed nipples and upturned breasts. Her breasts were nowhere near as large as Angela's, but I thought no less seductive. I actually started to get horny over her and I got out of the spa and started to dry myself. I was just putting on my robe when mum got out and Angela appeared. Angela was wearing another robe, a green silk one, and she looked as if she'd come to take a spa bath, but she stopped to speak with us. I introduced mum and the two of them started to chat. It ended up with us having morning tea together and the two women went on talking. Mum didn't say a great deal but Angela gave out personal information like a leaky pipe. I just listened and gathered that Angela had been twice widowed; first by some old rich guy who breathed his last about three years into the marriage, and then by some younger guy called Carlos. He'd got killed driving a sports car Angela had bought him, crashing it through a barrier on a mountain road in Italy. I decided that I'd had enough of women's talk and so excusing myself I left them to yak on. For a while I stood at the ships rail; we were due to arrive at an island the next day but now there was nothing in sight except sea and more sea. I wandered into one of the gyms where a lot of oldies were gasping and panting as they walked, pedaled and tugged on exercise machines. I rode one of those stationary bicycle things for about half and hour and then went in search of mother. I found her still talking with Angela, their heads very close together. As they saw me approaching they sat back, staring at me, and then mother stood and said, "Well, I'd better leave you two." She gave me a strange look and left. I was about to sit in the seat mother had vacated when Angela stood and said, "Well, shall we go to my cabin so you can examine my credentials?" "Credentials?" "Proof of age darling...proof of age." I started to protest that there was no need, but Angela, taking my hand said, "But I insist." I shrugged and said, "Well, if it's so important to you," and so off we went. What Angela had called a "cabin" more nearly resembled a state room. I thought it must have been costing her a fortune; one of her husbands, probably not Carlos, must have been stinking rich. It was luxuriously furnished and I got a strange feeling that it had been designed with seduction in mind, with its softly curved furnishing, evocative of the female, and the contrasting understated décor. There was a large red upholstered divan on which I could imagine warm, wet wrestlings taking place, like those described by some of the boys at school. Angela disappeared into what I took to be a bedroom, to reappear a few seconds later carrying her driver's license and passport. She handed them to me saying, "Proof positive." I only glanced at them because I knew what they would tell me, she was fifty three. I made some silly protest about them having her birth date wrong and she came to me and saying, "You're very sweet," she slipped her hand inside my robe and began to stoke my chest with her hand. "I think you deserve a reward for being so nice," she said, and kissed me on the lips. I was already half way to a full erection -- she had that effect on me -- and now it became full blown. She undid the sash that held my robe together saying, "Why don't we take out robes off and be comfortable?" She didn't wait for my reply and took off my robe and let it drop to the floor. I could see her eyes glittering between narrowed lids; they looked both appraising and raptorial. She stepped back and took off her own robe, letting it join mine on the floor. I stood stupefied; she was wearing only a thong and minuscule bra that barely covered her nipples. She pressed close to me. I could feel her huge breasts against my chest. She kissed me again, running her tongue over my lips. In a low pulsating voice she said, "Your mother says you've never been with a woman, is she right?" "Yer-yes," I stammered. "We think it's time you were." She was slowly easing me backward to the divan. When the back of my legs touched the divan I toppled backwards onto it. She joined me, bending over me, kissing me and swirling her lips and tongue over my mouth. "You're coming with me to paradise today," she murmured, and I opened my mouth to say something but her mouth closed over mine and her tongue thrust into it. I felt it slowly exploring as she drew one of my hands to her breasts, pressing my fingers over one of the warm yielding hillocks. Ending the kiss she said, "Paradise now darling, heaven on earth." She moved slightly so that my face was against one of her breasts, and she rubbed a firm pink nipple teasingly over my lips saying, "It's good for sucking darling, so why don't you suckle me?" I took the nipple into my mouth and tasted her, and as I did I felt her hand push under the waist band of the briefs I had worn for the spa. She took my penis into her hand and I heard her gasp. She ran her hand along my length for a few moments and then said, "Darling, I didn't realise, you're so...oh my God, you're so big." She removed her nipple from my mouth and kneeling in front of me she took off my briefs and stayed there staring at my penis and slowly stroking my foreskin over its head. "I've never had...seen one as...big...so big...oh darling we're going to enjoy each other so much." I was lying with part of my body on the divan but with my feet on the floor. Angela rose and sat across me, and I watched fascinated as she lowered her vagina onto my penis. I saw it slowly sink into her and felt the first touch of paradise -- the wet heat, the silky smoothness of her throbbing sheath, rhythmically gripping and releasing my manhood. Perhaps the cruise publicity was not so far from the truth: "Why Wait, Experience Heaven Now!" She moved on me slowly at first as if trying to get my penis to stimulate different parts of her sex organ but soon began long strokes that nearly caused my penis to exit her, and then plunge down deep inside her. She started to make little squealing sounds, "Eee....eee...ah...eee..." that gradually increased in volume as she cried out, "Coming...it's coming...oh no...no...ah...ohwa...ohwa...come....come with me...come...eeeowah..." I shot my sperm into her and she wailed, "You beast...you beast...you beautiful beast," as she thrust down hard on me as if to get my sperm in as deeply as possible. For a few moments we became frantic as I groaned and she screamed and wept. Slowly the world around us changed from heaven back to reality, but a reality of peace and contentment. She stayed sitting on my penis for some time, her eyes closed and her tongue flickering over her lips. When finally her eyes opened she removed herself from my penis; I moved back to lie stretched out on the divan, and she came to lie beside me on her back. I moved to lie on my side, and reached out to touch and fondle her breasts. Even with both hands round one of her breasts they could not fully encompass it, I leaned over her to suckle her nipples again. Nothing in my imaginings, nothing the boys at school had said, had prepared me for the wonder of a woman's body, and above all the penetration of her vagina. As I got my second erection Angela encouraged me to come on top of her and she guided my length into her. I knew instinctively what to do but we both took a longer time to come. When we'd finished she said, "Darling, it's getting near time to dress for dinner, I think you should go now and join your mother, I mustn't be selfish." I thought that was an odd way of putting it and I protested that I didn't want to leave her. "I know darling," she said, stroking my cheek, "but I think you should." She laughed lightly and went on, "Suppose you come here tomorrow morning and I'll show you how we can feed each other. Now kiss me and go to your mother." I left her unwillingly and made my way to my cabin. I wasn't sure that I wanted to see mother, because if, as I was beginning to suspect, she'd colluded with Angela to bring about my initiation, then obviously she'd know what I'd been doing, and for some silly reason I felt embarrassed about that. I showered and dressed for dinner. Mother came into my cabin in a long black evening dress with silver trimmings. It was strapless and exposed most of her back. Split on one side it revealed most of her left leg to the top of her thigh. The top of the dress plunged down in a vee between her breasts that were clearly unsupported. She looked lovely and I told her so. I remembered getting horny over her in the spa that morning, and to escort her into dinner almost made up for the temporary discontinuation with Angela. We saw Angela at dinner, but she was sitting at another table. She just waved and smiled. 15th December. Today after breakfast I went straight to Angela's cabin (state room). Mother didn't even ask me where I was going so I suppose she knew. The cruise that had promised to be boring had suddenly taken on a whole new aspect as far as I was concerned. Angela was waiting of me. She was wearing what I believe is called a peignoir. It was flame red and made of sheer lace. I'd seen mother wearing such a garment many times, but hers were usually black or white. Angela's garment hid nothing. I could see her breasts and the little trace of pubic hair that ran down from her mons to just where her cleft started. A Stranger's Journal She smiled and said, "So you've come." "Of course," I replied. "I wondered if I'd frightened you off, but then, you are going to be my sweet boy for the rest of the cruise, aren't you?" I think it was a rhetorical question because she went straight on and asked, "How is your mother this morning?" "Mother? She's all right as far as I know, or she was at breakfast." "All right! Angela exclaimed, I thought she'd be...you don't mean you didn't..." "She stopped speaking as if she'd said too much and then went on, "Let's feed each other." "Feed...but I've only just had breakfast." She laughed and said, "This is a different sort of feeding, come on, I'll show you." She took hold of my arm and led me to the divan. "There are lots of different ways we can do this," she said, "but for the first time I think it's better if I'm in control, so undress and lay down. While I stripped off, Angela's peignoir seemed to shimmer to the floor. I lay on the divan. I needed no further stimulation because the sight of naked Angela was sufficient. I had no idea what she was going to do, but she began by kissing me, her tongue probing. I knew enough now to respond. Then her nipple was in my mouth and I was sucking that sweet protuberance, but breast feeding me was not her objective. She straddled my face with her cleft. Opening the lips with her fingers she revealed the soft pink inner lips, and saying, "Lick me there," she pressed them to my mouth. Her warm wet genitals covered my mouth and I smelt the fragrance of musk and as her juices started to flow they tasted of vinegar laced with honey. Above me I heard her cries begin, "Mmm...mmm...ohwa...ohwa...coming..." Her hands came behind my head and held me tightly to her as she commanded, "Faster...ah...ah...faster...uh...oh...uh...eeeeow...ow...ow...aaaah...." Her cries slowly subsided and when she withdrew from me the lower part of my face was soaked with her juice. Clearly this was a liquid diet. "Now you must feed me," she said and moved down to my penis. She took it in her hand and pulled back my foreskin to make its head stand out firmly. She gazed at it for a few moments, sniffed it, and then licked the tip of it. The next moment it was in her mouth, her soft tongue licking her mouth sucking. Wanker Price told us his grandmother had done this to him. Her sucking grew more avid and I began to think she would swallow my entire length, and then the first tingling sensation, sperm was pumped up my shaft and it burst into her mouth. I held her head to me as I pumped the glutinous fluid into her eagerly sucking mouth. As I finished the ship's siren began its clamour. Angela released my penis and said thickly, "We've arrived." It was the first of our island visits. There was no more sex with Angela that day. She came ashore with mother and me, and we wandered around seeing the sights. I think I saw very little because my mind was focused on getting back with Angela, but all she said was, "Same time tomorrow morning." She glanced at mother and I could have sworn she winked; then she looked me and nodded. With that I had to be content. 16th December. Last night the unbelievable happened. I had just got into bed feeling somewhat disgruntled when mother entered my cabin. I thought she had come in to say goodnight, since I had not gone to her, as was my habit. She sat on the bed and asked, "Is it good with Angela?" I was taken aback by mother's directness, but since she obviously knew what Angela I was doing there was no point in prevaricating I mumbled, "Yes." She smiled and said, "You've really got me to thank for that. I could see what she wanted and it was time you lost your virginity and she seemed like a safe and experienced woman. It's always better for a young man to have his first sexual experience with an older woman." Since Angela was the only woman I'd ever had I had no way of comparing younger with older women, so I said nothing. Mother took my hand and went on, "I think Angela is very good for you and its healthy for a young man like you to have regular sex, but you do realise darling that Angel will only last as long as the cruise. She'll go on from here to some other cruise or tour, and if she's lucky she'll find another young temporary lover. I don't want you falling in love with her and getting hurt." I told mother that I'd more or less already worked that out, and while I enjoyed Angela, she wasn't the sort of woman I'd fall in love with and want to shack up with on a permanent basis. I managed a laugh and said, "She might buy me a sports car and I'd kill myself in it." Mother was still holding my hand, and I could feel it start to tremble slightly. "Darling," she said a trifle hoarsely, "this morning, in the spa, I could see you got aroused, was that because of me?" "I'm sorry mum," I muttered, "I couldn't help it, it just happened." I felt her hand tighten on mine as if trying to control its trembling. "I don't mind darling, but I didn't realise you could feel like that about me." I didn't tell her that I'd felt like that about her quite a few times, long before the erection in the spa, so I said, "You looked so...so...er...young and se...attractive." Mother gave me a tremulous smile and said, "What I want you to know, darling, is that when this cruise is over, there'll still be me." "You?" "Adrian, if you could feel like that about me, then why I shouldn't feel like that about you. Lots of mothers have sexual feelings for their sons." "You mean you'd let me..." "I'd not only let you, darling, I want you to." "When the cruise is over?" I asked. "Whenever you feel ready, my love." The sex I'd had with Angela had only whetted my appetite for more, and this she had denied me. The talk with mother had got me horny and so I said, "I...I...I feel ready now." Mum slipped off the dressing gown she was wearing; she was naked, and she got into the bed with me. Lying side by side facing each other I felt her hand reach for and touch my penis. Her reaction was similar to Angela's, a quick intake of breath, and then she said, "Darling, I'm very small, you will be gentle won't you." In my ignorance I didn't understand what she was referring to when she said she was very small; I was destined to find out. Mother's breasts were smaller than Angela's, very firm, upturned with long pink nipples. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and tasted her. At the same time I began to massage her pudenda as Angela had taught me. It was very wet and mother started to gasp, "Darling...oh darling...do it to me..." She opened her legs wide, and as I came between them she raised them so as to present her vagina to me. She said again, "Be gentle darling," and then guided me into her. The head of my penis moved past her pubic bone, and then I learned what she meant about being small. Her vagina fitted much more tightly round my penis than Angela's, and when I'd got my full length in her she suddenly contracted her vaginal muscle. That drew a loud groan from me. At the time I had no idea that a woman could do something like that, although I had experienced Angela's pulsations, but mother's was very different. She gripped my penis like a vise and went on griping until I thought she'd never let me go. When she did finally release me she said, "Did that feel good, darling?" "Fantastic," I said, "Do it again." She obediently did it and I groaned again. She almost had me coming just doing that to me, but mum wanted a bit more. She released me again and said, "Come in me darling," and began to thrust against me. I picked up her rhythm and very quickly she started to have her orgasm. She was much quieter than Angela. She closed her eyes and seemed to croon softly, "Coming darling...coming...ooo...oh darling...aha...aha...lovely...deeper...deeper...ah I love you...mmm...mmm...beautiful..." As I let go of my load and thrust deep into her she gave a little squeal and clutched me to her, then she opened her eyes and looking at me started to spasmodically apply those vise-like grips again. When she'd finished I felt the wonderful relaxation that comes after deeply satisfying sexual intercourse. I pulled out of her and lying beside her I waited for my testes to reload and were ready to fire again. I thought I'd got mum for the night, but I was wrong. She kissed me and said, "Thank you darling, it was lovely and you didn't hurt me a bit. Goodnight." "Hey mum...mother," I protested, "I thought we'd spend the night together." "No darling, I'd like to but I mustn't be selfish." "That's what Angela said, so what's this not being selfish about?" "Well darling, I'd like to stay, but you see, I've got this arrangement with Angela that she..." "Arrangement, what arrangement, nobody asked me...?" "Angela has you during the day and I have you at night, but I must make sure you're not too worn out to service Angela properly, after all she was the one who..." "Bugger Angela," I said, "I want you and I want you now." "No Adrian," she said, "you're the one who's being selfish. Angela is counting on you to give her good time during the cruise, and I want to make sure you do." I was about to add another protest, but she had gone. 23rd December. I have neglected my journal. I realise now that mother was right, when you've got two women to service, and they want it every day, you have to apply the principal of the conservation of energy. I just haven't had the time to sit down and write. I've come to understand the different feelings I have for mother and Angela. If I might lean on a metaphor; Angela is like a mountain stream that in its season rushes freely down the mountainside, but when the season is over it dries up, (or in Angela's case finds another mountain to rush down). Mother is the eternally flowing fountain that I can return to again and again to slake my thirst. She is the fountain of love, while Angela is the stream of luxuria. The ship is now garishly decked out for Christmas. They're announcing that on Christmas Day the ship's chaplain will conduct wedding ceremonies for five couples simultaneously. It seems that some of the widows and widowers have decided to combine their superannuation until death parts them. 25th December. There was a big Christmas Eve party last night. Mountains of food and drink. I've discovered that too much booze debilitates and causes a drop off in performance. I laid off the booze because I need all the energy I can muster. Around midnight mum and I went with Angela to her cabin and I got initiated into a threesome. I think it was mother's initiation too. It felt a bit odd having mum sitting over me while I licked her genitals and Angela was sucking my penis. I'm not complaining, but I had difficulty focusing on both operations. It's just as well I don't have two penises because they might have made me penetrate them both at the same time. As it was I had to deal with them separately, and they were merciful enough to give me some recovery time between penetrations. This morning we attended the wedding ceremony. It seemed a bit odd the wrinkly brides being dressed in virginal white wedding gowns. The guys were dressed in morning suits. I wondered if they'd anticipated getting married on board and brought the appropriate gear with them. I found out later that they keep a stock of wedding gear on the ship, so they must have a lot of these shipboard romances. One poor old groom had to be propped up by two ship's stewards because he kept falling down. His fair bride must have weighed at least a hundred and twenty kilos and my imagination ran wild. The chaplain played his guitar and sang a song that went something like, "In the spring time of our lives we join together in eternal love." Went back with Angela to her cabin, but all she wanted was cunnilingus, which was just as well because I was feeling a bit fragile after the previous night's orgy. 28th December. Arrived at another island today; I can't tell the difference because they all look the same. Angela seems to be getting more demanding, so I had to apologise to mother because I felt my performance was falling off. She said it was okay because we'd have plenty of time together when the cruise was over. That got me thinking. How would we get together once we were home? I put the matter to mum who said, "Your father has gone too far this time and I'm not putting up with his philandering any more. But I'm afraid we won't be able to live as stylishly as we've been used to." "You mean we'll have to leave The Laurels?" I asked. "I'm afraid so darling, will you mind." I grinned and said, "I don't mind living less stylishly just as long as I've got my stylish mother." We went to the ship's cinema that evening and saw "Casablanca," the third time for me. Mother spent the night with me but we only copulated once. 1st January. It's really getting over the top with Angela. She's arranged with mother for me to spend a night with her. Mum said it was because the end of the cruise is in sight. 2nd January. To my shame Angela finally wore me out last night. I came into her four times and she still wanted more. I had to give her hand jobs to keep her quiet. I was supposed to service mother today, but all I could do was give her cunnilingus. I wish I had Wanker's stamina. 5th January. The end of the cruise really is in sight and we can see the coastline. I'm very grateful to Angela for introducing me to the female body, but I shall be glad when we part. I know that if the cruise went on for another month I'd fade away to nothing. I've already lost three kilos. I've wondered if her second husband, Carlos, deliberately drove that car over the edge because he couldn't cope with Angela any longer. 7th January. Back in port. Last night we had a farewell threesome. Mother told me this morning she thinks she might be pregnant. I said that there would be hell to pay, but mother said it would be okay because women often got pregnant during these cruises, and there was no telling who the father might be. Well, its home to family strife and a new life for mother and me. As we went to leave the ship we passed Angela, and it was as if she didn't recognise us. I suppose her mind was on the next cruise. * * * * * * * * That ended the journal. I closed it and lay thinking for a while. I wondered if it would be a good idea to take my son on just such a cruise. It would be all right as long as there were no Angelas around, because if anyone is going to do the initiating, it will be me.