Journal Entry 21 - Maternal Affection
Hey there!
This is Emma.
Boy, was that a surprise!
So, I've been spending a lot of time at home with my mom lately. Imagine my shock when I walked downstairs one morning to find my mom introducing me to... Louisa!
Yes, THAT Louisa!
At first, I thought she didn't recognize her. So I told her, "I already know who you are. You're the one who's been messing with me and Luke."
My mom seemed really embarrassed and apologized for not knowing. "I'm so sorry, Emma. I had no idea who she was."
But Louisa just shrugged it off. "I wasn't expecting to run into you like this, I have to admit."
And that's when things got heated. Mom told her she couldn't have her around me after what she'd put me through. "I can't let you around my daughter after everything you've done to her. No one treats my daughter like that and gets away with it."
Louisa tried to defend herself. "I guess you could call it a threat?"
Mom decided to remind her what it means to be a mom. "A real mother would do anything for her child. Even when they're all grown up. To look after them, to make sacrifices, to nurture them... you're not a mother. You're not qualified to understand."
It turned out Louisa has a son too. He was taken away from her because she was too young. "I was forced into a situation where I had no choice."
Mom didn't buy it. "I can't have you around my daughter, Louisa. You're irresponsible and selfish. Your son would be better off without you."
This explanation of Louisa's broke her down. She started sobbing, sharing her vulnerability. "You're right... I only have my body to make a living... I want to make sure my son and I can live comfortably... possibly take him back from the system... and get to know him again."
I just wanted to crawl back into my room and block it all out, but I couldn't help listening. I felt so bad for Louisa, and I hated it.
Mom wasn't about to let it go. "I'm done with your nonsense. So, is our date off?"
Louisa wiped her eyes beck, accepting defeat. "I guess so."
And that was it, the end of her story. Louisa left as if a final chapter was closing. It felt so satisfying.
I apologized to my mom. "Sorry if I ruined your day. I know you were hoping for some company."
Mom was nice and friendly, sitting with me in the living room. "I have you. You're all the company I need.
She asked about my relationship with Hershey. "How have things been? Have you contacted him yet? I heard Hershey's doing well. Are you planning to get him back?"
Mom's concern for me was adorable, making me feel loved. "I don't know. I'm trying to start new things and find someone new to be with."
Mom joked, "How about a hot mom who owns a house?"
I blushed, embarrassed at the suggestion. "I'm trying, I really am."
Mom leaned in close. "To get what you want, sometimes you just have to go for it. You can patch things up later."
I took this as a sign, and I kissed my mom. It seemed like a bold act, but she didn't stop me or pull away. Instead, she allowed it. I started to panic, fearing that I had crossed a line. A blush spread over my face, and the heat of embarrassment rose. Tears pooled in my eyes, and my chest tightened in a seemingly endless cycle of struggle for each breath.
I backed away, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."
Mom rubbed my hair, trying to comfort me. "It's not something I approve of. I've been on dates with you, and with others, but please don't try anything with me. It's better for our relationship if we keep things professional."
I felt so drawn to my mom, tempted by her beauty, but she was resisting the temptation. I admire her strength, even if it meant denying my desires. It only made me want her more, but I knew she was right. We couldn't pursue a relationship that would upset our connection. It's a hard thing to accept, but I do it for the sake of our relationship.
My mom observed how I was feelling uneasy and surprisingly recommended that we watch porn together, saying, "How about this? How 'bout this one? Or, this one?"
Her words intrigued me since she appeared to savor my discomfort as she played a step-mother and step-daughter role-play on the screen, perfectly mirroring the tension between us while I watched it. Mom then snuggled up close to me without any hesitation, but I remained stiff due to her swift advance.
I was securely embraced, and she touched me with that soothing motherly touch that always struck a nerve in spots I didn't even know existed. My swelling spot below begs for attention. I was certain it wouldn't be an issue if I climaxed, but I was too anxious to do so.
Mom behaved like she was alone and continued massaging her personal area. She wasn't shy at all, chuckling, "Adorable! You're all bashful now, are you? What happened to the girl who was getting off with her mommy? Who's that mischievous lady disappeared? Hmm, Emma?"
Her eyes emitted laser beams into my being. I was mortified and didn't dare look at her. This form of manipulation by holding me hostage was twisted, but maybe I deserved it. Otherwise, I'd have fled to my room or somewhere else. I found myself imagining myself taking part in the porno playing in front of me.
I tried stealing glimpses at her to determine the appropriate reactions, and she caught on and provided a flirtatious wink and a grin. She undoubtedly enjoyed the mental game, knowing how awkward I felt, with my "secret" adult imagination game introduced by her teasing.
Mom humiliated me, "You've become mute now? What happened to the girl having a grand time with her mommy?"
Her eyes peeled my insides like rays of heat. I was so embarrassed and wouldn't dare meet her gaze. She was playing a devious game of putting me in my spot, but I really felt I needed to stay because of the risks involved. I enjoyed these imaginative moments when I inserted myself into the porno on display, even though her approval productioneezing aroused me.
I made eye contact and moaned, "What? Cut it out? I'm blushing already..."
Mom stated, "You're adorable when you're shy."
I was gravely convinced that this compliment was more malevolent than it sounded. I wanted to take back that kiss but ultimately cherished these moments. I wasn't prepared to jeopardize it all.
The day continued as Mom was teasing me from time to time, and I felt incredibly discomforted. When she finally concluded, she said, "You're trying so hard. You're a good girl, Emma."
Those words I never expected to hear from Mom made me uneasy.
I don't recognize what to do with myself following this.
I'm not sure if I even want my mom sexually, but I let dynamics dictate actions. She was keeping me from being with her willing husband. Why do I desire her more, and why is she making me feel this way? It appears she knows how she's affecting me and sees it as an unconventional form of discipline. The feelings of being teased and back-ended are agonizing and confusing.
Read also:
Source: www.nice-escort.de
