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Dearest

By: mzzbabycakes



Dearest,

My mind never stops! I go to bed with you on my mind and then I wake up in the morning with you on my mind! I can't get you out of my head! 

This morning as I woke up, I kept thinking about us making love! Remember the first day we had sex? How awkward it was? Remember the frustration you had with me because I just didn't know what to do. We fought more over sex than anything else for a very long time. Very interesting problem to have! lol. We got over that hurdle though! Things got better. We began to experiment. Do you remember when I told you how I wanted to make you "pee?" I wanted you to "spurt." You were afraid to try this. Afraid that I wouldn't like it and it would turn me off. Then we tried it...the rest is history...we never looked back!! We soaked so many sheets and blankets. I loved it! I miss those days! Remember when we were at our friends' place? We were afraid to leave the bed clothes, yet we couldn't do any laundry. 

Remember how you were afraid when you were on your period that I wouldn't want to be intimate with you? Well.......!!! Never bothered me...in fact, it turned me on! I got my "red wings," remember? Remember the time in the kitchen and living room and bedroom where I just pulled out your tampon and we started at it? Another time you were embarrassed, but such a turn on! Having sex in the kitchen, Sunday afternoon? Wow....that was fun!!! Sex on the couch (quite a few times, I might add)! Remember how much we loved Saturdays? We would wake up together and have breakfast together, then spend the afternoon or most of the day in bed trying new things. Sunday afternoon was also a day expected to be filled with sex!

Remember how we tried new things with toys? Licking your ass even? Anal sex was amazing! It was so much fun and so dirty to lick your ass and then your pussy and then your ass....so on! Then once you were ready to go inside you and FUCK you for a while in your ass and then move to your pussy! So Dirty!! I remember well how it turned you on sooooooo much! I loved that! It was my pleasure to make love to you, but it made me so happy to please you.

Remember how I could just put my fingers inside of you and it was like instant orgasm? And then to have my hot mouth on your pussy?

I remember how much I enjoyed having you kiss me and lick me. It was even fun for you to put the dildo up my ass! It was awkward at first, because I didn't know what to expect, but it got better. Then you would go down on me! Wow! My favourite thing for you to do to me! It wasn't at first. (Although that first night, I did "explode" quite quickly!) We had to play around with that one for a while. You were so frustrated by that. That I didn't like it and that you hurt me. As time went on, you were able to try it here and there and then one day it just clicked! We found the perfect way to do it! I loved it!

I enjoyed the day that we had a bath together and you played with me. My cum just shot out of me. It was such an intense orgasm! 

I loved cumming in your mouth! Especially after being inside your ass and your pussy! Something you said you would never do, yet you let me.

Remember the day you peed on me on the kitchen floor? Remember the day you peed in my mouth up in bed and how much that turned you on! It turned me on so much! I remember it was, I think, the best orgasm I ever had! We finished having sex and I was still hard! It took me a good few minutes to come down off that one! 

I loved when you were on top of me! That position worked great for us! You loved it too! Then you would go slowly. It WAS very much....making love! You would grind your hips back and forth and I would feel the intensity. 

Then I would grab you and I learnt to be rough with you. I know I had a lot to learn still about that. Whenever I held you roughly and pushed you around, choked you, pulled your hair...you loved it. You wanted to be dominated by me! I found it hard to do, just because I respected you and didn't want to hurt you, but I understood that sometimes you just wanted to be dominated. That was so hot for you!

I loved being able to wake up in your arms. You were still asleep, so I would think about you and about how much I loved you! I would get so turned on, that I would need you. I would flip you if need be and stick my dick inside of you. I would fuck you until I came. You would groggily roll over and go back to sleep sometimes, but I knew deep down you loved it! You wanted me to want you! And I did!!!! Many a times! 

I would think about you at work and think about us making love and having sex. I would think about fucking you up the ass, or making you squirt or you sucking my dick. I would want you so much! Often, I had to push those thoughts aside so I could do my work. I wanted to come home from work every day pretty much to be with you! The days I acted on my thoughts and came home were amazing! I would stop by for a quickie! 

I loved how some days before we even had sex, I would just hold you! You would lie in my arms and I was just lay there. Other days I would kiss you. As I kissed your neck, I couldn't help but want you! You loved when I kissed your neck. When I kissed your body, I would suck you a bit! You loved it! I loved it! I remember the days that you just wanted to kiss for a while before we had sex. As I kissed your lips and your mouth and the intensity grew, I would just get so hard! As our tongues met, I just couldn't help but want you so so bad! I loved kissing you! I know it was not a big thing for you, but I really enjoyed every single time you kissed me or let me kiss you!

I loved kissing your breasts! I know you are dissatisfied with the size of your breasts, but I love your breasts! I loved to just kiss and suck them! I would suck the end of with a little bit of teeth. The days surrounding your period, that was especially good, as you loved it too!

I loved the days we had showers together! It was so hot to see you all lathered up in soap! Then sometimes I would just go down on you while you stood over me! That was hot! 

I will continue to write these emails to you daily...sometimes, maybe two or three. May you know the depth of my love for you!

I love you, baby! More than words can say!

Dearest



This is my first time posting anything, constructive comments are greatly appreciated! xxx, Morella

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My Dearest Jonathan;

As I lay here and reflect on my life, there are things in my past that I must confess to you. This cancer which has destroyed my body has luckily left my mind intact. I know that I do not have much time left, therefore I must write this letter before it is impossible for me to do so.

Do you remember when we first met? You were 12 years old, and such a shy, awkward little boy. I had fallen in love with your father, and we were engaged to be married. I was 24 at the time, your dad was significantly older than me at the age of 40. I felt so sorry for you, your parents both had successful careers and weren't around much for you. You spent most of your time in the company of a nanny and the housekeeper. After your mother's death in that terrible car crash, your father in his grief worked even harder and longer hours. I think deep down he loved you tremendously, but you were so much like your mother it was incredibly painful for him to spend time with you.

I'm sure you remember all the trouble I caused soon after your father and I were married. I decided to fire both your nanny and housekeeper and devote myself full time to caring for you. Your father wasn't interested in having another baby, and that didn't really matter to me. I had you to look after, anyways. I got you involved with social activities in school, and playing sports. As your dad continued to focus on his career, we became closer. I was the one who went to your football games, taught you to drive, and helped you pick out your flowers for your prom date. I loved every minute of the time we had together, and never regretted not having a career or another child.

The day of your graduation was one of the proudest days of my life. I watched as you took the stage in front of your classmates to give your valedictorian speech with tears in my eyes. You had transformed from a shy little boy with no friends to a tall, strong young man with intelligence and kindness for everyone. All your teachers commented to me on how well you had done in school, and how you would go far in life. 

That evening, we held your graduation party for family and friends. Your girlfriend was there, I'm sure you remember the argument you two had that evening. I knew you two were close but you hadn't yet had sex, I had already had a frank discussion with you on the subject. You wanted to lose your virginity to her before you went off to college. However, since she had such a strict religious upbringing, she was against the idea. I was a little upset that she decided to break up with you at your graduation party, but you just shrugged your shoulders and said everything would be fine. The party was over around 10 pm and you decided to go to a friends house for a while. Since you had always been such a good kid, I had never really enforced any sort of curfew, just a rule to be quiet when returning home late at night. Your father always went to bed early, and would have been furious had he known how late you came home some evenings. After you left, I cleaned up and since it was so warm, decided to go swimming. Since no one else was there, I stripped off my clothes and dived into the pool nude.

I had tried to keep myself in shape as much as possible. At 30, I was still slim with full DD breasts, a tiny waist, and long curly red hair. I kept my hair long since I knew your father liked it so much. I swam a few laps in the pool, and then climbed out and lay down on the lounge chair to relax. I hadn't laid there very long before I had that feeling of being watched. Sitting up, I noticed you standing there watching me. The look on your face was one of lust and a little bit of curiosity too. I could tell you were aroused by the bulge in the front of your shorts. Seeing you standing there like that looking at me caused the moisture to pool between my thighs. I held out my had to you, and you walked over to me slowly. I looked up into your eyes, and gently lowered the fly of your shorts and undid the button. You gasped in shock as my hand wrapped around your stiff hard cock and drew it out into the warm night air. I slowly licked up and down, using my hand to stroke you as well. My other hand tickled your balls as I gave you your first blow job. Soon, your hands were in my hair, forcing me to take you deeper into my throat as you moaned my name softly. I could tell you were getting close to cumming, so I slowly withdrew you from my mouth, and lay back down on the lounge chair. You were on me in an instant, your mouth on mine and your hands full of my breasts, squeezing them gently. You pinched my nipples lightly and I moaned at the sensation, becoming even wetter. Slowly I reached down between our bodies, and guided your cock to the entrance of my dripping pussy. With one thrust of your hips, you buried yourself deep inside of me. We both moaned at the sensation, and slowly I began to move my hips beneath you, teaching you how to fuck a woman properly. Soon we developed a rhythm of our own, and you became more confident, thrusting harder and deeper into my pussy. I reached down between us and showed you how to play with my clit, and bring me closer to orgasm. When I came, I cried out softly into the night air, and felt my pussy muscles clench tightly around your hard cock. That was enough to send you over the edge and you came hard, crying out my name and filling me with your hot cum. You collapsed on me, breathing hard as I wrapped my arms around you. We both lay there in silence contemplating this new development in our relationship.

We continued to fuck at every opportunity we could over the summer, until it was time for you to go off to college. Our last time together was the day before you left. Your father, as usual was going away on business the next day, so he had went to bed early. We clung to each other with the passion and love that we felt for each other, knowing it was the last time we could be together. We had already discussed our situation, and decided that when you went to college our sexual relationship would end. I was, after all, your stepmother and you had your whole life ahead of you. The next morning, we packed your car for college, and I helped you get settled into your dorm. I drove away from you that day with tears rolling down my face and a heavy ache in my heart.

Nine months later, we had a new addition to the family. All your friends thought it was really cool that you had a baby sister while you were in college. Your father was surprised at first at the news that I was pregnant, but thrilled in the end. Emma was a beautiful baby when she was born, everyone commented on how she looked just like her big brother. I just smiled at them and said I thought she looked like her father.

Now my love, you know the truth about our relationship. I can go to my death with a clear conscious and a happy heart. I write you this letter because I think you deserve to know the truth. You have always cared for Emma, please continue to look after her as you always have. I will leave it up to you to decide if you wish her to know that you are her true father. I only hope that you can forgive my foolishness in not telling you sooner.

All my love,

Anna



Dearest



Dearest Nikki,

I know how hard things have been for you the last two years. I can't imagine what it must like to be in jail and I always feel like I I'm not doing enough you know? Like I should be writing you more or I should be sending your more money or I should visit more often. I know you're always telling me that I do more than enough but it never feels like enough. Maybe that's just me and my habit of thinking that I'm not good enough. 

Sometimes it gets so frustrating that I want to scream. I really hate to write this like I'm complaining about things because I shouldn't be. I don't have the right to complain. I'm not the one locked up forced to live my life in a five by five block of concrete forced to eat crap. I eat crap but that's because I can't cook to save my life, not because I'm forced to. That just makes me feel that much worse that I'm complaining about my life. You know there is only one reason why I talk down about my own life. You told me that you didn't want me to sugar coat the world. You wanted me to tell you the truth. I don't' know if you were telling the truth but I take you at your word so I won't lie. 

The last year, 2009, sucked and it sucked for pretty much everybody. For you it was just another year in jail but for the rest of us it was an collapsing economy. It was a worked where there were just no jobs to be had anywhere and what jobs we could find or did have were cutting back our pay and our hours. It was just bullshit all around. 

It's a damn good thing you're getting out soon. I can barely wait the next six months until you're free and clear. Some times it can be hard to even think straight knowing how small the stretch of time separating us has become. I already know what I'm going to do to you when you get out. 

I'm going to start by kissing you. Not on your lips, but on your feet. Starting all the way down at the tips of your toes I'm going to kiss every inch of your luscious body. Your toes, your instep, your heel, your calf, your thighs. I might skip your pussy cus if I stop there I might be trapped there for a while. Instead I'm going to work my way over your belly and across your shoulders. I still remember where your spot is, just behind your back and the way you're entire body comes to life at the slightest touch there. I think I'm going to linger there until you beg me to move on with the rest of your body.

You know even writing about this is giving me a hardon. If I didn't need both hands to type I'd probably be jacking myself off right now. Even knowing that I need to hurry up and finish this letter it's hard to keep from just reaching down, wrapping my hand around my big fat hard cock and stroking myself off. The only problem is that if I do I'll never finish this letter. Consider it your fault, you and your goddamned cursed with curves body's fault that I'm suffering through a hardon!

Once I've finished kissing every single square inch of your body, including the back of your shoulders, down your spine to that sensitive spot just above your ass and even every bit of your ass I'm gonna flip you over and lick your cunt till you cum. I'm gonna make you cum Nikki, over and over again. I remember how you taste, and you used to squeeze down with your thighs when you were really close to cumming. I'm just waiting for when I get to do that again.

That's just where I'm going to start with you though. After I've made you cum I'm gonna grab you by the ankles and fold you in half. You're ankles will be on either side of your skull when I sink my cock into you. And it won't be gentle. I'm not making love to you when you get out; it's been too long for either us for that. I'm just gonna fuck you within an inch of your life. We're talking the whole nine yards here, hair pulling, ass spanking, the whole nine yards. My goal is to make sure you aren't able to fucking walk when I'm done fucking you.

Damn it's hard to type one handed. It's just I can't help it. I know that after three years apart you're going to be damn near as horny as I am. I'm gonna devour you the moment you walk through the door. Right now I've got my cock in one hand as I'm thinking about it. I just can't stop myself. I want to, I need to but I just can't. 

I hate when that happens, when I can't help it because I start thinking about you too much and I just can't help myself. You'll probably be able to smell it on this letter though. That little stain in the corner is exactly what you think it is. Sorry about that by the way I though I had gotten all of it off my fingers but I guess I missed a spot.

Well I've already given you way too much it's time for me to jump in the shower and then get outta here. I hope to hear form you soon and I hope all is well with you.

Sean 



Dearest Carter



Dearest Carter,

Hello my dear Lover. I know you aren't really but it is fun to think about. What would I do if you were here with me right now? I'd begin by stroking your arms as I sit closer to you. Then I'd run my hand up your arm and pull your face next to mine as I kiss your sweet sexy lips. I love your smile and the dimples just drive me crazy. As I look into your eyes I can see your soul. The things within you drive me totally over the edge and into paradise, Carter

I know in my brain that you are actually a stranger to me; but when I see you I feel as if I know you. I wish that there were a way I could meet you but with the way my luck runs I'd stutter and make a complete fool of myself. It's hard to recover from a first impression like that.

Well, maybe you'd like to know what I'd do after I kissed you; first I'd wait to see if you kissed me back. If you did I'd really like that. As I run my lips across your face to your sweet ear I'd tell you just what is going through my mind. 'Baby', I'd say, 'I want to make wild passionate love to you'. You'd probably smile from ear to ear as your hands and arms hold me close to you. My one hand is holding your head as I kiss you again while the other is unbuttoning your shirt so I feel your skin against mine.

As I lean back I look at your body and I smile with a twinkle in my eye. Maybe you'd ask me if I have any objection to getting to know each other more. As I say, 'No I'd like that', you reach up to my chest and pull my shirt off over my head to expose my naked tits to your eyes. As you gaze at me you lower your lips to my breast. Your tongue swirls around a nipple and then you look up into my face as you sigh. 

My hand has now moved down to the snap on your jeans as I pull it open and then reach for the tab to the zipper to lower it. I whisper into your ear, 'So tell me about yourself' as I kiss your shoulder and neck while my fingers run through your hair. You mention that normally you don't get to know someone like this. I ask you if you want me to stop and you say, 'No please do continue dear Maggie'.

I ask you if I can sit in your lap & you sigh, 'sounds like an excellent idea to me'. I stand up and lower my jeans to the floor as I hear you gasp. 'Did I shock you?'

I ask you as I smile. I slide myself onto your still covered lap as I feel your strong arms caress my body. Your hair is tangled around my fingers as I lower my lips to yours, you begin with, 'Well I was born in Michigan and I have a sister and 2 brothers......' You pause as I whisper to you, 'please do go on'.

You push me back a little as you say, 'I can't concentrate while you nibble on my ear'. I pout but I sit back somewhat as you tell me more. Then you say, 'Okay it's your turn now'.

I tell you that I was also born in Michigan but that I was raise in South Florida & that when I discovered you my life changed completely. You hold me close to you as you ask me, 'What is it that I do that makes you want me?' I just smile as I say, 'Just being you'.

I ask you if I can have my way with you. You ask me if there is nothing you can do to change my mind, I say, 'No just let my fingers do the walking". You smile up into my face as you lay me down on the bed, you say softly, 'Maggie you drive me crazy. I want you'. As you lean over me my hand falls to your lap. I whisper into your ear, 'What do you have in here?' as I find my way into your jeans. What my hand touches next electrifies me. I can feel the shaft of your cock resting against my finger tips. You give a slight sigh as I smile up into your face. You bring your lips down against my chest as you kiss your way to my belly button. My eyes are watching your head as it moves from one side to the other. 

I whisper to you, 'Let me make love to you?' My one hand is touching your wonderful hardness. You close your eyes as my other hand works at getting your jeans down. Once we are both all nice and naked I say, 'You lay back so I can show you what I have dreamt of'

As you get comfortable I lick my lips as I stroke your cock with my hand and I glance down at what my fingers are caressing a sigh escapes my lips. I lower my face to your lap as my lips gently encircle your cock. My tongue is running around the head and down the shaft as I feel your hands guiding my head down onto you. I am sucking you into my mouth, you taste absolutely wonderful. I slide you out of my mouth and lick the length of your cock like an ice cream cone. I can hear a low yummy sound come from your lips.

I kiss my way up your gorgeous chest to your face as I ask you, 'What can I do to make you happy?' You reach to my face with your strong hands and kiss my lips as you say, 'What you were doing is just fine'. I lower my lips down to your cock as I lick and suck on it. Your hands are on the back of my head as you guide my lips down.

The hair on the back of my neck is standing straight up as I feel your fingers in my hair. I can feel the head of your cock against the back of my throat, this sensation is marvelous.

I want you & I to make love, to feel you inside of me, to feel your body move with mine as we please each other. What you are letting me do is wonderful. I love pleasing you this way. As I slide my lips up to the head of your cock I let it slip out of my mouth as I say, 'I love you Carter'.

Your eyes are closed as you savor the feelings I'm giving you. I love the feeling of your hard cock in my mouth as I move up and down,

My hips are moving as I feel your body move against mine. You pull my head up off your cock as I open my eyes you smile at me and whisper softly, 'Let me show you how I make love to a woman'. I lay back on the bed as I feel you move above me. Your knee is between my thighs as you reach down to my butt with your hand and then I feel you against my belly.

Your cock is so nice and hard as I feel you rise up and then you look down my body to where we are almost joined. As I bring my knees up you move ever so slightly and with a split second you are inside of me; as you begin to move up and down you rise up on your arms and look into my eyes. You take a deep breath as you ask me, 'Is this how you want to make love?' I nod my head. You say, 'Open your eyes so you can see who is making you feel this way' I open my eyes and you begin to move faster as my sighs get a little louder. Your head is only inches away from mine as I feel your hair brush against my cheek and I run my fingers through it. Then you say softly, 'Are you feeling what I'm feeling?' I close my eyes as I whisper to you, 'Ohmygawd yes, I want to feel you come inside of me'. 

I hear a sigh and a moan from your sweet lips as you say, 'Hold on baby, we are almost there'. I bring my legs up to wrap them around your body as I hold your chest close to mine. With only a few strokes I can feel your body move with mine as we climax together. This sensation is so beautiful. I can't describe it in words.

The sighs and moans of us both are mixing in the air above us. Your body collapses on top of me as your lips find mine and we share another sweet kiss. I'd spend the rest of my life just like this I'm thinking. As your cock slips softly out of me I sigh, 'You have given me my dream'. Your hand reaches down to my butt as your fingers dig into the flesh there. With your strong arms you turn us both over so now I'm on top of you. I sit up as I run my hands up & down your chest. You close you eyes as you smile and say, 'You feel so good'. I lower my face to yours as I kiss your eyes, your nose and then your lips. I've had orgasms before, but never like this.........



Dearest Diary



Selected entries from Evelyn Mercer's Diary:

June 23rd

Dearest Diary. My sweet Kenneth is coming back home!! My little baby boy is moving back in with me. It is sad that he lost his job and has all those student loans. But I am so very excited to have him back! It will be so nice to have a man around the house again. I started clearing out the big bedroom on the first floor for him. What a blessing! 

June 28th

Dearest Diary. I have been so happy since my sweet baby boy moved back in. He now has all of his stuff here. Moved from his little apartment. I hope he likes it here. I've been working hard to make him feel at home. Oh. Funny story. I was cleaning his room today. He'd left his computer on. One of those smaller kinds that folds up. Anyhoo. I looked over and there were some dirty pictures on the screen. Oh my. Not sure what a MILF is or why you'd want to hunt one. It must have come up on his computer screen by accident. I've heard all kinds of stories about the things on AOL and the world wide web thingie. Spam and things taking over your computer. Well, I know my sweet boy is all grown up now. So hopefully he won't be too shocked by that kind of thing. Maybe he'll ask me about it. I hope not though. But I do hope he's ok. I certainly won't bring it up. Don't want to embarrass him.

July 8th

Dearest Diary. It has been so wonderful having Kenneth back home. Hard to believe he grew up so fast. It is great having him around the house. Still a few bumps in the road though. I need to do better. I was a bad mom today. Not on purpose of course. I walked into his bedroom to put away his clean laundry. Silly me forgot to knock. I just barged right in. Not thinking. Oh my. Kenneth was on his bed and wasn't wearing any clothes. His legs were spread apart and he was tickling his pickle. He had on headphones and was watching something on his folding computer. I froze for a minute, kicking myself because I was so insensitive to his privacy. I put down the laundry basket, said sorry (he probably couldn't hear me) and turned to leave. Clumsy me knocked into a chair. My poor baby looked up (surprised) and stopped his self love. Such a healthy boy. Oh my. I stared briefly and then rushed out. I shouldn't have embarrassed him like that. He's a young man with natural urges. He must not have met any nice, young ladies around here yet. Got to make sure the plumbing still in order though. Ha, ha. He must be lonely, poor thing. I won't mention it to him. Don't want to embarrass anyone. But I will try to keep him company best I can. But what young man really wants to hang out with his mother. Ha,ha. He needs a nice girl to settle down with.

July 21st

Dearest Diary. I thought I was the forgetful one. It must run in the family. Ha, ha. Today Kenneth left his new camera in my bathroom by accident. Good thing for him I found it. It was under a pile of towels near my shower. You almost couldn't see it. I didn't mention it to him. I just put it back in his room. I'll bet he takes wonderful pictures. But the camera is so small. I don't see how there's enough room for the film. Good thing he knows about all that stuff. Such a bright boy. Maybe he's taking a photography class. I think he'd enjoy that. He should have a nice hobby. And maybe he could meet a nice young lady who also likes cameras.

August 3rd

Dearest Diary. Kenneth has been here for sex weeks, I mean six weeks. Every day has been a blessing having my sweet boy back home. So nice having dinner with him. Watching TV. I'm in heaven. Something funny happened today. Hardly worth mentioning. But it was funny so I will. This evening I couldn't find my reading glasses and thought Kenneth might know where they were. I am so forgetful sometimes. I called to him from the top of stairs to ask him. He said he couldn't hear me and came to the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a robe that I'd given him. It looked nice on him. But after a few seconds I noticed that his robe was hanging open. His naughty bits were just hanging out there. Oh my. I don't think he even realized his twig and berries were peeking out. I didn't want to embarrass him. But I must admit I was a bit flustered once I saw everything out free and easy like that. It certainly has been a long time since a man has paraded his family jewels around this house. Maybe too long. Ha, ha. But it is awfully hot out. So I don't blame him for not wearing much. I'm getting off track. We didn't talk for very long. I finally found my glasses in the pocket of my jacket. Silly me.

August 17th

Dearest Diary. Oh my. Another little oopsie by mommy today. Well. I was putting away clean towels in the bathroom downstairs. The door wasn't closed so I didn't think anything of walking right in. I should have been more careful. As I walked in, my Kenneth was standing there naked as a jaybird (Actually, he still had his pants around his ankles. A jaybird with pants? Ha, ha.) He had a small pair of scissors and was trimming his pubic hair. He said sorry about the door or something like that, but didn't seem too surprised. I said I'd be more careful in the future but that it looked like he was doing a good job with the trim. I closed the door. I was embarrassed. His little soldier was nearly standing at attention after I walked in. It was certainly bigger than his father's. Although I guess a mother shouldn't notice such things. Ha, ha. He is certainly in good shape though. I'm so proud of my baby boy. His wife will be a lucky woman.

September 18th

Dearest Diary. Something funny happened today. I'm not sure why Kenneth has recently taken to using the upstairs bathroom. The one down the hall from my bedroom. Maybe I'm not keeping his downstairs bathroom clean enough for him. I must remember to check. Oh dear. Anyhow, this evening I was taking a long, warm bath upstairs. It felt so good. No bubbles though. But I must have forgotten to lock the door. Although I never had any problem before. Forgetful Kenneth opened the door and walked right into the bathroom just as I got out of the tub. Oh, silly me. What a scene. The poor boy had to see his mother standing there just as naked as the day she was born. My fun bags, ham hocks, and secret garden exposed to all the world. Lordy me. But he was a good sport about it and didn't seem too horrified. Ha, ha. I mean, I think I am in pretty ok shape for a woman my age (I do still turn at least one or maybe two heads if I gussy up, although I must remember vanity IS a sin) but I still felt guilty about putting him in that position. I must be more careful in the future. He's been so down about not finding a job and having to borrow money. So I can't do anything to discourage him. I must be more supportive.

September 24th

Dearest Diary. I am so upset with myself. Just last week I was telling myself I must be more respectful of Kenneth's privacy. I need to be more careful. This evening I walked into the family room to watch some TV. Poor Kenneth must have been so tired from his day. He'd fallen asleep on the couch. He looked so content sleeping there. My sweet little boy. His robe had fallen open while he napped. Well, maybe before he fell asleep. He didn't really have it on, I guess. More like he was on top of it. Anyhow, my poor dear looked cold. Just there with nothing to keep him warm. And his legs were spread apart so that his little who who dilly was right out there in the open. I wanted to put a blanket over him. But then I figured I didn't want to embarrass him. Then he'd know I'd seen him here in his birthday suit. My baby boy is in good shape though. Well, a little pooch, but it is so adorable. I walked over to take a closer look. I just did it without thinking. Oh dear. What would have happened if my hand had accidentally brushed against him while he slept. I'd just die of embarrassment. I wouldn't dream of doing something like that. Silly me.

October 1st

Dearest Diary. Another funny thing happened today. So you get to hear about it. My dear sweet Kenneth helped me unload the groceries from the trunk of my car today. So helpful. I was so appreciative after he put the bags on the counter. He went to head back to his videogames. But first I gave him a nice, big thank you hug. His arms are so strong. It lasted longer than I thought it would. Then I went to give my sweet boo a kiss on the cheek. This is so funny. Somehow. Well, I guess my aim was off. Or he might have moved. Anyhow, we ended up kissing full on the lips. How funny! I must have surprised him. His mouth was slightly open. And I think I even felt his tongue spring out just a little bit. What a hoot. Someone who didn't know any better could have thought he was giving me a Yankee nickel. How silly. But that would, of course, never happen. Not with my sweet little boy. I mean, don't get me wrong. Any woman would be happy to get to first base with such a handsome, desirable young man. Of course he is all that. It's just silly to think he'd do that with his broken down mother. Ha, ha. I hope he meets a nice girl soon.

October 19th

Dearest Diary. So, Kenneth IS taking a photography class. Online or something. I'm so glad he's got a hobby. Of course, I want to support him. Anything for my baby boy. I just still can't believe what I did today. Just can't believe it. But of course I wanted to help him out. So I took a deep breath and did it. I sure did. He needed someone to help him with an assignment. And he asked to take pictures of me. Of course I agreed. But I could sense he was nervous about something. He said they had to be nudie pictures. That was a surprise. But then, of course, this is for a real art class, not smut. More like in that Titanic movie. But I guess that was painting or drawing or something. Ha, ha. I asked why he didn't get some nice, young girl in the neighborhood to pose for him. He said that is what everyone does. He thinks this would be different. Set him apart. And he said I'd look even better anyhow. What a sweet boy. 

Well, he made sense so I agreed to do it. I said to do it now, before I lost my nerve. I put on some make up. (Warpaint I call it. Ha, ha.) He had me pose on the living room couch. He gave me some baby oil to rub on my body. Said it would help with the lighting or something. I hadn't put on baby oil since I tanned in high school. Lordy my. Anyhow, I was pretty nervous as I took off my clothes and oiled up. Kenneth was very polite and just watched without saying anything. He must have taken pictures of me for over an hour. He is so thorough. I'll bet he aces this class. I got more comfortable after a few minutes. He is so good at this. Having me get in different poses. Moving my arms and legs to get the poses just right. Even touching up my baby oil for me. So sweet and attentive. He told me the pictures turned out perfect and that he couldn't have a prettier model. He was just being polite, of course. Such a good boy. He offered to show me the pictures. I blushed. But of course I couldn't possibly look at them. To help with his assignment was one thing. That's art. But I didn't want to look at myself. I hope he gets an A+. He deserves it.

November 9th

Dearest Diary. I hadn't been to see a movie in a theater in years. I'd almost forgotten what it was like. The movie was ok. A bit too much of "the sexy" for me. What happened to modesty? I've never seen more girly bits, sweater puppies, and baby makers than I saw in that movie. Oh my. Oh my. Parts of it seemed almost pornographic to me. I should have walked out. I could barely keep my eyes on the screen. But it was nice seeing it with Kenneth. And I couldn't leave him there. He seemed so excited about this film. It must be real art. Anyhow, he must have thought I was cold. I guess it was a bit chilly in the theater. (But I was strangely warm for some reason.) He'd asked me to wear a skirt. I don't know why. But anything for me sweet boy. I'd forgotten I had anything that short. So I guess maybe my legs were a little bit chilled. Maybe he was right. He was nice and put his arm around me and pulled me to him to keep me warm. Sweet, but really not necessary. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I let him pull me in. His arm must have fallen asleep though. His hand slipped several times and fell into my chest. A couple of times even brushing against my mary ellens, once even touching one of my pointer sisters. Silly me. My fault for not wearing a bra. Anyhow, my poor sweetheart. He so wanted to make sure I was warm enough. And he must have known I was uncomfortable during the sex scenes. He put his hand on my bare leg to comfort me during those scenes. Such a gentleman. He must not have realized how close he was to my cave of wonders. Things even started to wake up a bit down there. Ha, ha. But I didn't want to embarrass him, so I didn't take his hand away. He's been down lately still with no job and all and the movie really seemed to perk him up. Whew. Quite a day. Ha, ha. 

December 8th

Dearest Diary. Rough day at work. I got home and was so tired and sore today. So much stress I needed to release. Things got better once I took off my shoes (should have worn flats today), got out of my clothes, and put on my robe. Kenneth was so sweet. He offered to give me a shoulder rub after dinner. Usually I wouldn't impose on him like that. He's so sweet. But today my neck was really tight. The rub felt wonderful. He has very talented hands. And really relaxed me. It was funny. I was SO relaxed that it wasn't until later that I realized at some point my robe had fallen from my shoulders and Kenneth was rubbing my bare shoulders and back. It felt really good though. I didn't want to embarrass him and make a big deal out of it. 

I really ought to get a professional massage at some point. Kenneth did very well though. Maybe he should get a job doing that! His touch was so tender. At some point he even unhooked my bra. He must have thought it was cutting into my skin. But it wasn't necessary, it felt fine. I don't know how long he ended up working on my neck and shoulders. Such endurance. He really took care of my stress. I will sleep well tonight! He offered to give me a massage in bed to help me sleep. So sweet. That would have been nice, but of course I couldn't ask him to do that. I told him he'd done plenty already and that I'd have no trouble sleeping at all. What a good boy. Taking such good care of his old mother. I really hope he finds a nice girl to settle down with soon. He's such a catch! But, of course, all mothers think that about their little boys.

December 24th

Dearest Diary. It is sooo cold. Our heater stopped working. It just went off like it had no power. Kenneth said he looked at it but couldn't figure it out. I'm no help. I don't even know how to find the fuse box. Ha, ha. They still have those, right? Anyhow, there's no way we'll get a repairman out until after Christmas. 

It was so cold inside. I think I said that. I put on a coat and gloves to keep warm. Kenneth really enjoyed dinner. It was fun. I even drank a whole glass of wine. I may have been a bit tipsy. After dinner Kenneth pulled out a big, thick blanket so we could keep warm while watching television. It was definitely warm under the blanket, and Kenneth kept close to share his body's warmth. So thoughtful. It got so warm under the blanket I could take off my coat and gloves. Kenneth must be more tolerant of cold than I am. He just had on his favorite robe and slippers under the heavy blanket. Kenneth pulled me close to him to keep me warm. So diligent. So good to his mother. As we watched the movie I must have gotten a bit sleepy, maybe even dozed off briefly. Must have been the wine. Ha, ha. Then I realized I was nearly lying on top of Kenneth. Poor dear. I must have been crushing him. He was so kind he didn't complain a bit. But it was certainly warm and comfy in that position. 

Toward the end of the movie I thought something in Kenneth's pocket was poking me. I reached down to reposition my body. Funny story. It wasn't something in his pocket. I'd forgotten he only had on a robe. It must have fallen open at some point. Probably my moving around too much while I briefly dozed off. Poor dear. It is so funny thinking back on it. I ended up touching my own son's, well you know what. So very firm and smooth. Sigh. Not the proper thing for a mother to think about of course! I'd never do that. Well, once I realized where my hand was I froze. Kenneth was a dear and pretended he didn't notice my clumsiness. I didn't want to pull away too quickly. So I slowly eased it off of him and let my hand rest on his hip. He was kind enough not to acknowledge my faux pas and we stayed like that until the end of the movie. His firmness still pressed against my body. I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for him. Such a good boy. Anyhow, I think my mistakenly and accidentally touching him was understandable given how close we had to stay to keep warm. Kenneth's hands brushed against my body as well. But just a few times. Really not that much. And I did likewise and pretended not to notice. 

Anyhow, almost time for bed. Kenneth is so sweet. He offered to sleep in my bed tonight to conserve body heat. I would never have thought of that. He's so thoughtful. He also said he read in a book that it is warmer to sleep without any bedclothes on. I'm not sure how that works. And of course I've ever slept all nudie before. But it is worth a try to help keep warm. Clever AND considerate. What a wonderful son. I really hope he finds a nice girl.



Dearest Dream



My Dearest Dream,

I wanted to write you because I can never get myself to say what I need to when I'm talking to you. I know it's pretty chicken shit of me to be this way, but you have to understand the risk to me.

I guess the point is that I treasure every minute I've ever spent with you and I don't think I could handle only being able to think of those moments as memories, with no hope of ever experiencing new ones. And believe me I remember...ohhh boy I remember. I remember the night we met and knowing that I had fallen for you, hell I still remember the white pants and the white sweater that so well camouflaged your true personality behind a façade of innocence. I remember the first movie that we went to, even though I didn't see two minutes of it because I was watching you, disbelieving that you were there with me. I remember every date and every touch and, oh my god, do I remember your kiss.

I've always wondered where you learned that soft kiss that just seems to pull me, melting me into you. So help me, if I felt it every moment of my life for a century I would never grow the ability to resist that kiss.

And then there were the other times. My breath still catches when I think of the first time I saw you slip out of your shirt, exposing me to the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. Even now, nearly twenty years later, it's clearer than this morning's first thought. Is it too late to apologize for being such a clumsy kid that first time? For what it's worth I'm not real sure I could hold out much longer if we were to do it again today. I've never felt another touch so near my core as you did every time you touched me. And the way you opened me up to the things I wanted and would fantasize about for all of my life since then. You have become the standard by which all others are measured, and all others fail to measure up.

Remember at the park, the first time I ate you? It was on the little cars on the rails. Barely hidden by the shadows yet I didn't care. That taste still lingers sweetly, the finest wine I've ever had. And boy what a passion that started...even now I believe I would rather eat pussy than fuck. Many times I've told men who proclaimed a dislike for it that if they show me a man who doesn't eat pussy, I'll show them a girlfriend (or wife) that I can steal. Oh yes what an obsession. By the way I've gotten much better at it since then. I've even been tutored on the subject by a couple of lesbian friends through the years, and according to my wife I have reached "God" status when it comes to my tongue. I wonder if she would ever have me do it again if she knew that it was you I saw every time I did it? Even now, here, alone, just thinking about it creates such a stir that I must relieve myself or I'll never finish.

Ok, that's better.

But now, I dream of what is left to come. Will I ever feel that kiss or taste that wine again? I don't know. I hope though. And I dream. In my dream I step up to your door, just returned to town for the first time in years. You open the door and step in to hug me. The scent of your perfume surrounds me as your softness massages my senses. You invite me in and we sit to talk over drinks. Rehashing old times bitter and sweet. Somewhere in the course of the evening you drift closer, until, lost in a laugh, you finally kiss me. Surrounding me with an electric current that drives my impulse. As I lose myself in the moment you reach up to take hold of my head, holding me in a kiss. Then you lead me by the hand to your bed, stripping away our clothes as we nearly ran to the room. In your room you push me down onto the bed and continue to undress. Then you climb up on to me pausing for one more kiss before you slide your sweetly dripping pussy up to my mouth. Hungrily I lick away at your center as you sit on my face, softly and smoothly moving from your g-spot to your clit and everywhere along the way. Watching you closely as the rocking rhythm of your hips gives way to a primal dance of need. You reach down, helpfully, to hold open your lips allowing me even deeper access. Until you explode in an orgasm more powerful than ever before, coating me with your juices.

"Now," you say, " I want you inside me." And you slide down me to pull my throbbing member into your waiting pussy, settling down onto me, rocking as if on a toy horse.

I reach up to caress your creamy breast and then pull you down by the shoulders onto me crushing our bodies together. You lean down to kiss me again without breaking stride.

Slowing, you roll off of me and onto the edge of the bed. Lifting your legs open you invite me between them and into you once again. I stand on shaking legs, thrusting myself into you as deep as I can. Holding your legs on my shoulders for balance I pull myself harder and faster. Feeling an orgasm suddenly build, I stop for a moment to catch my breath.

You lay me down on the bed with an offer of a drink of water, and as I relax you slowly lower your head to my lap. Sucking me into you completely, yet softly. Your tongue caresses me, searching for some perfect spot to taste. I nearly scream as you find it and within minutes you bring me to an explosive eruption.

We lay talking and giggling until I regain the ability to continue, when you pop up onto all fours and pull me into you from behind, quivering as I pound into you. 

I reach up to feel the softness of your neck and shoulders and allow my hands to wander down to your breasts and eventually to rub your sopping wet clit as I continue to writhe inside you, and then they retrace their steps back up your body. You pull my hands up and start to lick your juices off my fingers as we both come together in a symphony of pleasure.

Wow, I'm just thinking about it and I still feel my breathing shorten and my pulse race. I know this will probably never happen, you would never do anything with me (I tell myself it's because I'm married) and I would be too afraid to try, for fear of pushing you away. 

Well, I guess I better go. I'm just getting myself into trouble here, and I don't even know if I can send this letter, anyway. But just in case I do. Thank you for every minute, real and Imagined that you have spent with me and for giving me the hope that I need to keep going. 

I wish you every happiness and I hope you still think kindly of me.

Forever,

Your Dreamer