1. The Diary: Primal Lust


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: ruckerfarm, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    She had been with me as far back as I could remember, after my mother left, and long after my father had passed. In truth, I had no recollection of him, nor could I consider her anything other than a parental figure. She raised me to adulthood, and I watched her struggle. Single parenthood took its toll on her adult life, and she found herself facing the pitfalls of being single in her mid 40s. Weight gain had robbed her of any chance at remarrying, or so this was the case in her mind. Once confident, she had grown to fear her reflection, starring at what she could only view as a shell of her once vibrant self. There were things she liked, of course--her stomach had grown, but so too had her breasts. There was confidence lurking under the surface, and today is the day I intend to find it. I had begun to dream about her, often waking up with soaked pajamas. I could picture her, breasts to back side, and truth be told I had seen her naked enough times to picture her, to view her intimately. The thoughts burned inside me, even when I attempted to erase them. I was 15 when I discovered her journal--the secrets she kept concealed from the world around her. She had a few relationships when I was younger, and each chapter depicted her sexual escapades. Each chapter, discussing how she would make men cum, how her lips fit perfectly against a cock--how she loved the taste of cum. She had had sex on benches, in cars, at the movies. And though time allowed me to have experiences of my ...
    own, they seemed to trump hers. Through chapters she had men write about her, discussing her body, how she tasted, and how much they could not resist her. And in that moment, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist her. Her panties would hang from the wall in the bathroom, and I would take each chance I had to taste her. I'd close my eyes and would taste her against my lips. I'd close my eyes and run my cock against her panties, knowing she would wear them. In some instances, I'd cum inside them, always sure to toss them in the wash after. She had spoken to me about her relationships before. Her loss of my father seemed to instil in her a sense of ignorance that no diary could help reveal to her. "What do men look for?" She'd analyze each relationship, filling me with questions I couldn't hope to answer for her. All the while, jealousy seeped in. I was young--too young. We had a jovial relationship, always joking. I took up wrestling in my senior year of high school, and had begun showing her moves--teaching her. I dated and meet my fare share of women, but those were the moments that brought it all back. my hands around her. circling her. I shared no relation to her; yet she had raised me and nurtured me all the same, and I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt; a burden that had to be carried. I thought of her, even after moving away for college. I moved back home a few months ago, almost determined to make sense of my feelings. I've come home d***k and and laid next to her in ...
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