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Hot, Sweet and Sticky

You torture me so lovely. Not even the honey? Please lick and suck some sticky, sweet honey from your pink nipples.

 

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Full of piss and vinegar

I wish I was painting you with pink and black latex. You'll be horny again after you've showered and settled down from your work-out. Do it for me then, when you're still naked and wet and your skin is glowing. Pleeease baby?

I am actually getting things done.

 

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My Swamp

When I'm done fishin' in a crawdad hole, I'm going to paint a little pink, open nipple bra and crotch-less panty set on you. After I've shaved the small bit of hair from your pussy, of course. Then I'll take my time painting your arms and legs with the black, liquid latex. When it's all dry, I'll finish my masterpiece off with the sluttiest, highest pair of black, patent leather heels and let the neighbors watch you washing my car in my driveway. In the meantime, I'll be inside preparing things.

 

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Ouch

My house isn't pink and black silly, is that what you thought? It's cream with mocha trim. I don't like playing like this. You're too good at it and like a fool I take it to heart. You win. I'm alone because I'm too nice. Please don't poke me there, it hurts.

I have a full set of teeth, I keep them in a glass by my bed.

 

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A Flintstones Jelly glass

Actually, I might keep it and rent it. Be sweet to me. Don't crush my crush. Say something sweet. I only said the part about washing my car because you were mean first. Have you ever heard of liquid latex or seen a girl painted with it?

 

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Fetishes

I'm confused. You said that you don't fault anyone for their fetishes and yet you're ridiculing a very common one. I don't have an overdeveloped attraction to rubber, but I do like some of the fetish clothes and don't make a distinction between the tactile and aesthetic pleasure of a woman in lingerie or a woman in latex or vinyl gloves and stockings.

When I lived in San Francisco, that stuff was everywhere and I thought the really extreme stuff was pretty strange, but I liked a lot of it and found it to be very creative and interesting. There was a girl named sherry, who hosted a weekly fetish night at a local club. Her professional name was The Rubber Maid and she is one of the most beautiful women I've ever met in person. Besides that she was genuinely nice.

I like playfull sarcasm, but there's something more to your ribbing that feels sincere and mean. Do you dislike me?

 

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Requests

Maybe I am over reacting, I didn't mean to offend you with my requests and I can take a little ball busting. The first time I wrote to you this morning, I was worked up from reading your diary and I just wanted something personal and sexy to think about since I had to work and couldn't reply.

I told you before that I liked the contrast of our lifestyles and I still do. I wouldn't be fun if you were a stripper or a rubber freak. I know you don't ordinarily do things like licking honey from your nipples, but can you see that that is the very thing that makes it so exciting for me?

 

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Changes

I made a few small changes to the very end of my last entry. You might want to read that first.

 

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Journal entry, Pt. 1

I was so worked up and eager that I don't think my erection ever fully subsided. By the time I was standing and waiting outside her door I was hard as a rock. I couldn't even imagine what she would be wearing, but when she opened the door I was floored. The hallway light was off and the only light in her bedroom came from her small vanity lights. She was sillouetted and I could tell that the short, black nightie she wore was almost transparent, just like in the story.

I had no idea what to say, but I suppose I didn't need to with the ten inches of solid meat sticking straight out at her. I handed her the wine with a trembling hand as I drank in the vision of my mother's form. The moment was so charged with electricity as I stood before her for the first time, naked from the waist down and fully erect. When she brought the glass to her lips and sipped I wanted to touch her breasts so badly, but I refrained and then she paused.

She was staring at my dick and she said something about him looking thirsty and asked me to point him down and give him a drink. It's a good thing I had just come a few minutes earlier or I'd have lost it right there. I did as instructed and she KNELT DOWN in front of me and brought the glass under my dick. She raised the crystal up and the disteneded head of my dick barely slid through the rim. It dipped into the wine and the cold liquid tingled the tip of my rod. Then she began moving the glass up and down, like she was fucking me with it. Her face was so intent as she teased me this way and I had to brace myself in the doorway with my free hand to stand still.

She stood up and looked me dead in the eye as she brought the wine glass to her mouth and drank from it. Then said something about it adding, "A special flavor to the wine." My face must have looked rediculous and she just smiled at me like a cat. Mother took me by the hand and led me down the stairs to the living room reminding me over her shoulder that it was her, "Turn to take pictures." When she turned around, I actually gasped out loud. The room was well lit and I could see right through her top. I couldn't imagine anything in the pornos we were about to watch together being as good as what I was looking at. Her flimsy gown stopped just under her panties and her garter straps were showing.

This was my first direct view ever at the breasts I had longed to see more than any other. My own mother's breasts. She was wearing what must have been the same type of bra she had worn earlier. It was like a bra, but there were no cups, just straps and some material underneath that lifted her boobs and caused them to bulge and point out in a very vulgar and nasty way. The black band underneath them accentuated the round curve of the bottom of her tits and the light, transparent, fabric that covered them only added to my desire to touch her there.

Here we were, a mother and son, standing in front of each other. Not only half naked but dressed for the specific purpose of sexual excitement. For fucking. She had made our boundaries very clear and given me ample warnings, but right then all I wanted to do was throw her on the couch and plunge my cock into her cunt. From the curl of her upper lip, I knew she wanted me just as desperately and I relished the thought. A woman turned from a sweet mother into a whore mommy, by the darkest, most powerful and perverse lust imaginable.

It got better, she picked up the camera and started taking pictures of me. I followed her directions and posed for several shots, lying on the couch and the coffee table, holding my dick or thrusting my hips. Then she set up the tripod and used the remote so that we could both be in the pictures. First I was standing with her kneeling in front of me as I offered her my dick. Here was my own mom, kneeling in front of me with her mouth open and her tongue out as if about to swallow her boy's organ. It was evil and heavenly. Next she had me lying on the couch and she laid her head on my chest. She gradually shifted forward until her mouth almost came into contact with the pulsating head of my prick. She was breathing in short gasps and started kissing my stomach and must have sipped from the pool of pre-cum that had collected there. Just when I thought it was going to really happen between us, she pulled away and removed the camera from the tripod and took a few more of me standing, even a few from behind.

I told her it was my turn again and asked for the camera. She handed it to me acting a bit shy, but obliged my every request. I took a couple of rather tame pin-up type shots first and then asked her to bend over the couch. She hesitated and then did it. She turned around, knelt on the couch and bent over very slowly with her head turned, watching my reaction as her gown lifted and fully exposed her incredible ass cheeks. She was wearing a thong so I had my first uninterupted view of those firm globes. I knelt behind her and got a close shot. I don't know how I was keeping the camera still at that point, but I zoomed in on her pussy and marvelled at the wetness and the tempting site of her asshole with just a little string to hide it.

I asked her to lie on her back on the coffee table and then without thinking first I said, "Spread your legs mom." The desperate, shaky sound of my voice and hearing myself utter such depraved, inscestuous words sent a chill up my spine. She reacted visibly to it as well. First she had a surprized look of shock and then her eyes fluttered and rolled back slightly in her head as her mouth opened slightly in a frown and she groaned, "Oh, god." She lifted her knees and held her hands under them and very, very slowly she inched her legs open. She kind of smiled and looked at me like a little girl and said, "I'm doing it for you." As her legs opened wider to the point of being really obscene, she said a little louder and almost scolding, "Is this how you want your mommy?" Again her face shifted to a quick look of shock from saying it, then into a frown and she threw her head back and moaned loudly. She pulled her legs open as far as they would go and stared at the ceiling with her breasts rising and falling with the pace of her heavy breath.

As I looked at her there with her slutty heels waiving in the air, I thought of how she'd been earlier this afternoon, when I was reading that story to her on the couch. Her legs were wide open and I was so horny, but this was different. Her eyes had been closed most of the time and I was peeking at her behind the papers I held. Now I was standing over her and telling her what I wanted and she was DELIBERATELY doing it for me. She was spreading her legs for her son. I clutched at the base of my dick and balls with my free hand as I took a dozen shots of her like that.

When she got up, she was clearly flustered and looked kind of confused and crazy for a moment. We smiled nervously at each other and then I asked for a few with her top off. She said that she'd do it only if I were in the pictures too. What a rush, I'd been waiting for this moment for years, but who would have ever thought that it would be under these circumstances. I attached the camera to the tripod as fast as I could and composed the shot. I stood next to her with my arm around her shoulder and watched with breathless anticipation as she pulled the left side of her top down until her naked breast was exposed.

Overtaken with excitement, I moved behind her and opened the other side of her top and placed my hand over hers on the opposite side. I hadn't even realized that my dick was lodged between the cheeks of her ass. She jerked forward and said, "No, no, no." I thought I had blown the whole thing until I saw the reassuring smile on her face. I came around her and we stood in profile to the camera. As she pulled her nightie over her head I knelt in worship before her. Her boobs stood proud and naked as I basked in the vision. Her areola stuck out slightly from her breasts and were tipped with prominent pink buds. I was in complete awe and entranced by every curve and nuance. The tender pale skin, the little bumps and wrinkles of her taut erect nipples, all framed in sexy, black satin.

Unconciously I slid my hands up and down her silky stockings, savoring the sensation of my mothers body. I even placed my hands on the side of her hips without her objection. I squeezed slightly with the intention of pulling the cheeks of her ass open. My mouth was open and poised right in front of her pussy and I could smell her arousal. The sight of her sensual face looking down at me from between her bound tits was breathtaking. The moment was broken when she announced that our photo shoot was complete and suggested that we share some more wine and a movie or two.

When she started putting her top back on, I went, "Awww." She surprised me by calling me an un-appreciative little pig, which I thought was a little harsh, but laughed anyway on my way to fetch the vino.

 

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I have no idea how to respond to all of this, but here goes.

At no point in my writing to you did I consider it a 'mudane task'. My last few additions were merely an attempt to catch up to the volumous amount of really incredible and wickedly hot scenarios that you presented and I stayed up half the night to write them. You've been leading, which is great, but I haven't had a chance to add my own twists.

How can you think I consider you 'simple' after my desperate attempt to reach you following your first feedback to me. I knew there would be magic and I was right. The canvas we painted together is a true work of art and a melding of two kindred souls, no matter how perverse it may seem to 99% of the world. Through our exploration of these strong feelings, I've come away with the realization that my own mother had many of the same thoughts and desires that you posess and hopefully you've gained some insite to what is going through your son's head.

As for my reaction to your poking fun. What really bothered me was your reference to me being without a wife or a girlfriend after I confided to you earlier about the pain of my loss. I know now that it wasn't your intention and it probably never crossed your mind, but it's just a very sensitive topic for me at this point in my life. If that makes me a 'sissy', well so be it.

It's impossible for you really know me, or know how I treat women so please don't make assumptions based on my fictional writings. They are a product of the expulsion of my psyche and have nothing to do with my real life. The little things I described concerning my teenage years have all been factual.

We have different tastes in certain areas, but only the typical ones that men and women have. I don't consider you to be vanilla and I'm not really out on a limb. I'm actually pretty conservative in my politics and daily life. My real sex life hasn't been as wild as I'd liked either. I'm just a guy looking for fun and love.

I'm not happy about your descision to end our journey together, I've enjoyed you so much. If you think about it and change your mind or want me to continue the diary where we left off, I'll start a new thread in this forum called 'Journal'. I'll be thinking of you and missing you till then.

T

P.S.
If I think of anything else later, I'll post it here.

 

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Sweet

It's very late and I'm off to bed in a minute. I was so pleased to come home and find your sweet letter. It warms me to know that you think of me personally and reciprocate in some way. I'd been hoping to hear it.

I will continue the journal, probably in a few days and I'm glad that you'll look for it. I couldn't leave our poor frustrated characters just hanging like that could I? They are enjoying themselves and each other too much. They're being very naughty. Seeing your bare breasts for the first time was delicious and such a turn-on for me to write. I must tell you once more what lovely and decadent images you've conjoured up and what a nice challenge it's been for me to live up to in my replies.

I don't wish to cause any trouble in your home and I'll leave the descision in your hands and will guard my own respect by not pleading. I know I don't need to tell you over and over how exciting it is for me to find and read you. I will keep writing and you can reply when and if you feel the desire and safety.

My hand is open in space when you choose to touch,
Tony

 

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Just saying Hello

I haven't written anything tonight, I'm going to get some early sleep. I read a few new stories on Lit., but didn't find anything very interesting. I hope you had a good weekend.

T

 

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A Typical Day

Sweetness. I want to kiss your knees. I was so happy to find you tonight and to read your pretty words. I'm sure you'll have fun with your guests. A walk in the woods sounds nice, or maybe skinny dipping in the ocean at night.

My day usually starts with breakfast at the same joint with my Realtor friend Dave. He's funny and we generally start the day with some laughs. He's into classic cars like me and helped me find a little------ that I keep at my shop. My ------stays home.

I commute an hour and spend most of my time in the town that my shop is in. It's a------- town and has many similarities to the town I moved from on the left coast. I like to get any drawing I have to do when I first get to the shop and it's quiet. --------- guys work with me and they are both very funny as well. We spend a lot of time talking shit to each other and of course I get lots of ------jokes.

The shop is usually buzzing (no pun intended) with friends and clients and when it's not, we'll close for an hour or so and----------or just take the ------for a spin downtown to look at girls, although it's usally a geriatric fest at that time of day. I fit right in.

I'm still developing the look and design of the shop and lately I've been painting signs. I just finished an overhead sign and I'm almost done with my sandwich board sign. I'm happy with both. I won't go into details for obvious reasons.

I'm very particular about the music at my shop and keep pretty tight reins without apology as to the mix. It's all downloaded in our computer from my extensive collection and to say it's eclectic would be an understatement. It's kept on a random setting and heavy with jump blues, rockabilly and swing, but your also likely to hear a lot of old school punk rock or early seventies glam.

We always have a laugh when the music shifts from one extreme to the other. Bobby Darin next to Ice Cube next to Hank Williams next to The Circle Jerks next to Ray Charles. My passion though is the old stuff and new traditional sounding rockabilly. Do yourself a favor and find a C.D. b------------or just look them up online. I think you'll love them and I'll be able to share something more with you. I don't have any ------- yet but I need to get some (wink).

When I don't work late or hang out in town afterwards, I usually get home between 9:30 or 10:00 and since Sunday, March 19th, I look for you.

T

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I'll start the new thread when I begin the next 'Journal' entry. I'm going to start it tonight, but doubt if it'll be ready to post.

Please tell me what you'll be wearing under your clothes while you're ----------- so I can see what they'd like to.

 

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What a Beautiful idea. Please tell me which day you'll do it so that I can think of it when some hick is blabbering on and on about their dumb tattoo idea to me. I'll just smile politely and imagine myself tucked into your panties, kissing the point of your------. When they tell me that their last tattoo cost them $25.00 and show me some hack job on their arm, I'll sigh and trace my finger along the little----- on the back of your tight, smooth ass as I whisper to your clit. Will you really do it? I couldn't have dreamed of anything better.

You're my secret and I haven't told a soul about you. If I ever get 100% verification that your real name isn't Lamont, I'll have my apprentice tattoo a little --- on me somewhere. I'm not even kidding.

I collect a lot of things from the 1950's and surround myself with it. Cars, music, furniture, etc. I have a lot of old pin-up art a really great collection of old girl------------. They are very tame and cute. None are totally nude and some are just of women prancing around in their lingerie. We're planning on having a little get together at the shop where we'll smoke cigars and watch them projected on the side of the shop outside at night.

When some pompus jack-ass starts boring you with his rederick. Look at him and think about saying this; "Tony and I don't give a fuck about your self important tripe. We've found a little place that belongs only to us. He'd come out of my panties and tell you about it, but he's busy and could care less about anything else."

I'm going to write for you now. I'll edit this after you've read it.

 

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Hot Writer

You write hot and sexy stories. Would like to do a roleplay with you.

love,
Lisa