Mom goes back to porn, Michelle shows me who she really is and I am just along for the ride.
Diary of a Sex Addict - Part IV
Hundreds of naked pictures of my mother lay spread across the bed. Polaroid’s of a younger Kaitlyn. I couldn’t put them in my mind as mom. These were the precursor to Kaitlyn the porn star. You could see it in the way she posed. These weren’t photos of a girl sad and shy in front of the camera. These were photos of a girl in love with the camera and in love with people looking at her. Only thing is, did she know her son would love looking at her like this? Because I don’t think my cock had ever gotten harder than it did while looking at those pictures.
Oh, it did.
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I loved every luscious little inch of her body, every pore in her skin, every freckle across her cute nose. Kaitlyn was a seductress and a tease, she loved the camera and the camera loved her. So it’s no surprise when she stormed in my room and announced that we were leaving and moving back. I knew it had to do with porn but asked, “What? Why?”
“Because I can’t take this fucking redneck hickville! I don’t have money and my shit-for-brains brothers won’t give me a dime. I got a call and I have several offers to do some more work.”
“You mean porn?”
I rber the look she gave me. Sure, she knew I knew. She had to. Just like she knew I jerked off looking at naked pictures of her. She had to. But sometimes a thing not said is a thing not believed. I think she wanted to believe she was the perfect little mommy who just happened to do porn on the side. Sorry Mom, your cover was blown.
“Yes, porn.” Then she started crying. Fortunately she hadn’t seen the pictures. She was too drunk, too focused on porn. “Why are you crying?”
“Honestly I don’t know!” I walked over to her and put my arms around her. She trbled in my brace. It was like she had become the child and I had become the adult. She curled her arms into my chest and pressed her head between her hands, making herself a little ball in my arms. She seemed so weak then, so vulnerable.
“Is it because of your brothers?”
She didn’t answer just sobed louder.
“They really aren’t bad people.”
My Mom jerked herself free of my brace and looked at me with her big beautiful tear swollen eyes. That look did more to hurt me than her words would do but still they hit the mark.
“You don’t know shit Adam! Just because you are fucking your cousin doesn’t mean you have to defend this fucked up family. I…” She paused and her lip trbled with words she fought not to say. Then she looked over at the photos on the bed and her look changed. I expected fear or anger. I was convinced that one of her brothers had taken the photos and so if she hated them and their father so much, she would be furious when she saw them.
“Where did you get those!” She asked.
“A box in the basement...I…I was trying…” What was I trying to do? I had thought about trying to say I was going to show them to her. Sure, just as soon as I had jacked off a few times looking at them. Honestly I don’t know that I ever had any intention of her finding them. I think I would have gone to my grave with those photos if I could. Faded little Polaroid’s of a pre-porn Kaitlyn, of the most beautiful addiction of my life.
My Mom, Kaitlyn, grabed the open box off the floor and began filling it with the photos. Her arms moved in sweeping motions across the bed like a woman cleaning her office desk after just announcing she is quitting. After every photo was back in the box she slammed the lid shut and left the room. I caught a look on her face just before she did. It was the look of a girl at Christmas who just got the princess Barbie with the Cinderella coach and she is running back to her room to play. Talk about a reaction I didn’t expect!
I wasn’t really concerned about her reaction. Oh no. I was concerned that she had just taken a collection of about 100 amazing photos that I had just started to really masturbate over. That’s an addict for you. She took my junk! Bitch! Of course later, much later I was able to think about that odd reaction and try to figure it out. But at that moment, I damn near sat in the middle of my floor and wept. My mom was right. I was fucking Michelle. Well actually fucking was a loose term because I don’t think I had actually had real sex with Michelle by that point. But fuck her I would. Before my mother and I moved away again, Michelle would take my addiction to a new level.
Sex addiction is complicated. Like most addictions, the addict tells himself that what he is doing isn’t hurting anyone. Don’t we? We say, “Yeah, but she wanted it.” Then we go out and fuck another girl. The only time that works is when an addict finds an addict. But really, no matter how we try to justify our actions, we are just trying to get that next high and the person we are using has about as much importance to us as a discarded needle in an alley from some heroine junky. Harsh, but true. Michelle taught me that first lesson.
Our little adventure at in the bedroom had ended suddenly with a knock at the door. Before her brother picked her up Michelle gave me her number. I called it the next day and she invited me over. When I arrived I got a dose of typical Michelle. Her father, my Uncle, was in the living room watching TV. In typical southern fashion, he gave me little notice but did call for Michelle. Always full of energy, Michelle hopped into the room like a little bunny and smiled when she saw me. It’s difficult to describe my reaction to the way she was dressed…if you could say she was dressed. She was barefoot which has sexiness hard to describe. Tiny little shorts clung to her hips but did little to conceal the treasures underneath. She didn’t exactly have camel toe because far too large a gap between Michelle’s legs existed to press flesh together enough for camel toe, instead the shorts revealed slivers of the inner flesh around her pussy and under the fabric every detail of her tender little pussy lips were easily seen. As if this weren’t enough to drive any teenage boy to insanity, sex addict or not, she covered her tits in only a cut off t-shirt. So when I tell you that, you probably imagine a shirt cut off enough to show her belly. No, I’m afraid this is the God’s honest truth, she wore a little tee cut so high that the entire bottom half of her firm round breasts hung exposed. Her father’s reaction to this outfit? I rber it clearly, “Have you cleaned your room yet?” That was it! Michelle answered, “I’m working on it!” grabed my hand and off we went to her room.
Inside her room she immediately kissed me, her tongue and mine dancing between teeth. My hand knew the direction it wanted to go and slipped up what little shirt covered her huge tits. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and Michelle moaned.
“Ahh…no!” Michelle pulled away from me but with effort. I found it intensely erotic that she seemed just as turned on as I was. In fact her eyes had the look of passion and my cock begged her to reconsider.
“Why?”
“Well stupid, in case you didn’t notice my dad is in the other room and if we get going I won’t be able to stop.”
“Does your dad care you are dressed like this?”
“Dressed like what?”
Michelle seemed honestly unconcerned that she was practically nude while cleaning her room and her father, me and anyone else could see.
“Yeah, but it’s your dad!”
“He doesn’t care.”
“What, you mean he likes it?”
“No, I mean he just doesn’t care.”
“You want to go somewhere?” I asked. What I really meant was, do you want to go somewhere and fuck. I was nearly about to bust my nuts right in her bedroom. My cock ached with the need to spill some juice inside her pussy. If you had seen her tight little ass bending over, her beautiful breasts flopping out of her shirt every time she bent over, I can assure you, you would have been damn near pounding.
“I can’t, I’m going on a date.”
Date? What the hell did she mean she was going on a date? Hadn’t we just been kissing? Wasn’t she walking around close to naked in front of me?
“A date? But…”
“Yes, he has this really hot truck and I love fucking in the back of it.”
Wha…wha….WHAT!
“But…”
“God I’m horny! Come here.” Michelle said and pulled me into her closet. Inside she threw off her little top and exposed those creamy little puffy nipples. I didn’t question as she grabed the back of my head and pulled me to them.
“Oh fuck yes..I’m so wet.”
I touched her between her legs and she wasn’t lying. Michelle was dripping wet and soaked through her shorts. It took me a moment to realize that this entire little exercise of cleaning her room almost naked had been Michelle’s way of turning herself on. She had gotten herself worked up and ready to fuck. I didn’t complain.
She pressed her thighs together as I pushed my finger up and down her wet little slit. She moaned and grabed hair, grabed my shirt, anything she could squeeze.
“Oh fuck yes, god, lick me please.” Michelle begged.
I wasn’t one to argue with a beautiful girl. I pulled down her tight little shorts exposing her cute moist pussy. Instantly flooded with the smell of female, I took just a moment to allow myself a view of her pink little cunt before diving in and burying my tongue down deep. She tasted as good as she smelled. Her fresh clean little pussy smeared juices across my face as I tongue fucked her. Michelle’s thighs trbled. She struggled to keep herself standing. Oh I was in love.
“Oh god, don’t stop. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” Michelle said.
I didn’t stop, she had no reason to be worried. I didn’t want anything else in the world but to stay buried in that sweet little cunt for the rest of my life. My hands grabed the firm little cheeks of her ass and pulled her into my face. She lifted one leg and hooked it over my shoulder as she rocked her juicy little peach across my tongue. I felt her vibrate and shake. Michelle didn’t cum with quiet reserve, she screamed and moaned louder and louder. I tried to pull away. I was terrified of my uncle coming in and seeing us in the closet.
“Don’t you fucking stop!” Michelle yelled.
“Your father!”
“Fuck him!” “No, he’s here.”
I tried to right myself but Michelle held me down.
“Daddy.” She said.
He didn’t say anything immediately, just stood there looking. I waited for a tirade, a fury of blows that would rain down on my head at any moment. It didn’t come.
“You have a call.”
“Ok, can we have a few minutes. Geeshh!” Michelle replied.
“Whatever but he’s your cousin for Christ’s sake Michelle.”
“And?”
“Whatever. Your date is on the phone if you are still going out with him.”
She waited for her father to leave. I felt the aftermath of fear and let out breath I hadn’t known I was holding.
“Did you bring something this time?”
“Uhhh..” Ok, I know. I was stupid. But I had rushed out of the house not thinking.
“Well I’m not fucking without a condom.”
“Well my Mom is going to be out of town all weekend. Apparently we are moving back home.”
“Oh really?” Michelle seemed wholly unconcerned about the change. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, stroking my cock.
“I guess we better get as much in as we can before you leave?”
“I guess so.”
Michelle unzipped my fly and began sucking my cock. I wondered if her date knew he was on the phone waiting for his girlfriend to finish sucking my cock? Somehow it made me feel less used and more part of a dirty secret. I wasn’t the guy who didn’t know, I was the guy who knew everything. Somehow that made it ok.
Michelle sucked down deep, taking my cock all the way down her throat. She new how to suck cock, there was no doubt about that. She let the drool fall to the floor and I watched her huge breasts shake around as she sucked. Oh man, what a fucking idiot I was to not bring a condom. The moment I started to cum Michelle pressed her finger to my ass which pushed my cock deeper into her throat. She moaned as she swallowed every drop. Smiling, Michelle stood and kissed me deeply. I could taste my salty cum on her tongue. I pulled back.
“What?” She asked.
“I just came in your mouth.”
“Sometimes you have to get used to things you don’t like.” She said. It was wisdom of the sex addict. So very true. Sometimes you have to get used to things you don’t like. Why? Because when you do, you open new levels of pleasure. There is a world of desire and pleasure out there waiting for those who aren’t afraid to follow that one bit of advice.
Michelle walked me out the door. My uncle didn’t look back from the TV. I’m not sure how Michelle became that way. I’m not sure I’ll ever know. But she was the dirtiest little slut I had ever met and I loved every second with her.
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