Wednesday morning

Wedensday, 2:17pm

Dear Diary,

Today I planned to sleep in. I know, I know, I said I would wake up Johnny early and all that, but: That was when I thought I'd get up for work that early myself anyway. Now though? I had taken a vacation... Except my body knew better than me. See, you almost fell for it, too, I know you did! I am NOT on vacation, I am on punishment mandated leave from work. And naughty mommies dont get to sleep in.

So I went to Johnnys room 7 am, just like most days to wake him up. As a matter of fact, after walking around the house yesterday all evening and watching him doing chores, it felt really good to be able to walk up the stairs without having my legs spread and my cheeks pulled apart. Of course I'd take the pose again once I went in the room, but just for a few moments, that spot in front of his room became my happy place. The more I stood there, the more I felt exposed though. It was ironic really, given how I was NOT seen by anyone at the moment, and was not even spreading my legs or cheeks, nor bending over! Still, I had the urge to cover up.

I did my best, knowing that even with my hand on my titties, I could not really hide them. And my babymaker neither. Sure, it was easy to cover my sluthole with my fingers, but if I truly believed someone was looking at it, I know as well as you do that I'd use those same fingers to spread it for them because of Johnnys punishment. So what could I do then?

Well, believe it or not, but I found a solution! Concentrated problems. It is easier to solve 1 big problem than 1000 small ones. There were a thousand spots on my tits that I didn't want people to stare at, but I only had one pair of nipples. So I grabbed those two nubs and started rubbing them between my fingers until they got hard.

I didn't have much experience doing something like this, so I couldn't tell at what point they actually were hard enough to be considered 'poking out' so I just had to lift them into my mouth and suck on them for a bit. See, this is why it was important to do this before I went into Johnnys room. In there I couldnt have lifted my tits, since my hands would be busy.

Once I was done, I applied the same solution to my cunt problem. All I had to do was shove a finger inside me and rub my clit until I was wet and dripping. I made sure that it was also visible on my inner thighs. That way, the focus will be drawn there and not on my needy hole. Which was exactly the point. With my nubs hard and my cunt wet, the focus would be exactly on those parts of me, so I'd have less parts that I need to cover to not feel exposed again!

Once I was done I went inside, closed the door behind me and assumed my position - hands on my ass, legs open wide and shoulders back. I gently stepped next to his bed. Normally I started the day by opening the blinds on his window but I couldn't really do that without my hands now, could I? So instead I'd just poke him a bit and wake him up, so he can do it himself.

As I stood next to him I realized that for both of those things - stroking his cheek and poking him awake - I'd need my fingers as well, theoretically. Luckily fate had given me an alternative. My way of problem solving has proven efficient once more as a great source of foresight as well.

I leaned down and stroked his cheek with my nipples, to replace my finger. I pushed them a bit further and rested my tits on his face to simulate me putting a hand on his cheek. I moved up and down for a minute or two until he finally awoke proper. He must have had a bad dream though since he jerked... well not up but forward. His mouth jumped onto my nipple-finger and he bit down on it. Luckily not too hard, but it still stung quite intensely.

I know it is dangerous to pull someone out if they are sleepwalking, so I figured the same applied here. I had to keep quiet to make sure he wouldn't be hurt, even if it took a while.

And it did. It actually began to strain my back, since I had to stay next to his bed and bend over into his face for it. Normally I'd stabilize myself with my hands on the bed, but, well, you know - spreading. That turned out to be way more limiting in my actions than I originally assumed.

Some minutes later I had hoped he finally woke up, but he actually didn't. You see, he had raised his hands and started groping and fondling my melons, while switching back and forth between my nipples with his mouth. Though everytime I asked him if he was awake or just said his name, he moved my tits away from his face shortly so I could see his eyes were still closed, proving that he was still asleep.

I stopped asking quickly though, since his instinct must have told him to really pull my poor babyfeeders to his face hard everytime they were moved away, so I just waited it out as long as I could. I don't know exactly how long that was since his clock was behind me, but eventually I lost my strength. Staying bend over by itself is hard for a long time. Doing it while you're having your nipples and tits molested makes it a lot harder. If said molestation consists of being pulled forward abrupt and forcefully over and over, it becomes herculean!

So it came as it had to and I fell tits first onto my sons face. He was rightfully pissed at me for this. I quickly climbed off him and apologized, but we agreed that it was not enough. For my mistake, I was going to get a spanking. 25, delivered to my backside by the son that I had wronged.

Or that is what I should have received. You see, there was my original problem again that had caused all this in the first place. I am spreading my ass. It's almost funny how many problems are caused by this if you think about it. Well, the newest addition to that list is that I can't get spanked on my ass, since I'd have to take away my hands from my cheeks for that, which is an obvious no-can-do.

I'm lucky that I have a smart son though, who was willing to adapt to my situation. He said that he would be okay with spanking me on the cunt instead of my ass. I was worried right away for multiple reasons. The first one was a stupid false equality. See, I first worried if it might be indecent if he got to spank my cunt, since that is my primary sexual organ that he would touch. But obviously there is nothing sexual about a spanking, it's a punishment, and those are never sexual. And even if it were sexual, because it is a punishment I couldn't even apply my own standards of decency since I was not the one giving the punishment now.

The second reason was the one I actually brought up and mentioned to him. If he was going to spank my cunt, it might get damaged. Unlike my asscheeks, my cunt was meant to make babies, not get spanked. To make things worse, Johnny said he would not go softer or hold back either, just because it would hurt more. I was desperately thinking of a way to avoid the cuntslaps, but that was wrong. Johnny was the one who came up with the solution, and it had nothing to do with having mercy on my cunt, you see?

After every slap, my son would make sure I was still undamaged. He'd make sure my cunt still fulfilled every function it should have! Well, all but one, he couldn't really impregnate me 25 times and have me bear a child real quick so he can slap me again. But since his spanking was just on my cunt entrance, that part would not be damaged anyway, so it's perfect.

His test would include if I could get fingered, get stretched and if I could cum properly. Johnny said that testing all these things would take some time, so I should climb on top of his chest and just lay down facing away from him, baring it in a way so he could punish me best. He also said that making me cum over and over would become challenging for him, so I had to quickly walk down into my bedroom and grab my strongest vibrator and my biggest dildo.

That part was actually pretty embarrassing. You might remember my previous... experiences with them. Or not. I don't actually know if I ever told you about them, but I know for sure that I definitely never told Johnny about them before. Now I had to though, so he knew their history and context to me. Long story short, Johnnys father Marco had gotten the wand for me and we used it only once. It did the trick allright, it made me cum so hard that I... had to clean the sheets afterwards. Marco hated it though and took it away from me, since neither he nor I myself could ever get myself to do that any other way. I think it hurt his pride. After I was alone I never used it again since it felt like it would be betraying his wishes, but I never bothered to throw it away.

For the dildo I got the L-Sized from the purple box. I believe I did tell you about this so the short version to catch you up: Marco had bought me a sex toy box, which consisted of 5 dildos of different sizes for us to 'play with'. We only used the smallest 3 though, since they were smaller than him and they also just felt more comfortable for me. The second to largest one we have used once or twice but since it was almost exactly Marcos size, we just didn't have much reason for not using his 'flesh version'. The biggest one that I had now brought to Johnnys room was completely unused, since Marco did not like me using toys that were bigger than he was, and this one was close to 7 inches.

I had a bad thought while bringing the toys that if Johnny had the same rules about which toys I could use as his father, then I'd not only get to use the L-size I was bringing him now, but would probably even use XL and XXL sizes without it being a threat to him. I scolded myself for those thoughts, but I am still writing them to you since my therapist said that especially the thoughts I dont want to have are the ones I have to deal with and are the reason I am writing a diary. So here they are: My son has the biggest cock I have ever seen, and I could not stop myself from wondering how it would feel to get fucked by a cock that size. Mind you, not by him, just a cock his size! I'm not a freak like that!

Once I was back at my safe space in front of his door I realized my hands had to go back to my ass, so carrying those toys could proof troublesome - but it didn't really. I put the purple one between my lips and pushed it in far enough that I could comfortably hold it in my mouth. Then I put the wand on top of my tits and lowered my head so I could press it in there. Finally I assumed my pose and walked back in. I approached Johnny and leaned forward so he could take the dildo out, but he must have misunderstood, as he pushed it into my mouth further. I gagged pretty hard but my instinct saved me as I stepped backwards while he was still holding the toy, so he pulled it out. Or rather I pulled myself off it. The wand had fallen into his lap in the process.

I noticed that Johnny had opened the blinds of his window while I was gone. He also had removed the blanket, so now he was laying in bed naked. And now you get to be proud of me: Despite my previous thoughts about his size, I managed to perfectly keep my gaze proper and not stare at his cock.

As I attempted to climb on top of him so I could receive my spanking, I caught the first one early. Though it wasn't on my cunt as I expected, but on my tits. He smacked them from the side, making them bounce. I was pretty aghast at his actions but he explained them perfectly. You see, it's my fault that he has so much extra work. I made a mistake by shoving my tits into his face and waking him inappropriately. I am the one who keeps her asscheeks spread and cant get spanked properly and I am also the one who has the cunt that needs inspection. And my poor son has to endure all that and do so much extra work for it, that he decided to punish me for that as well. He said until I have gone 1 year without getting any other punishment, he would occasionally remind me of my bad behavior by smacking me around a bit.

Since he couldn't really slap my ass right now, he'd just spank my tits or my face when I deserved it. He said that he was forgiving me this time for flinching away, but in the future when he corrects my behavior, he expects me to be grateful and not remove myself or he will be **** to spit in my face or mouth. I was having none of it obviously! I was his mother, so I knew best that bad habits formed fast, if you let them grab hold even once. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, insisting he spat in it. Or at the very least slap my tits or face some more.

Being the kind soul that he is, Johnny did all of it multiple times. He truly is becoming a little angel in these last days.

Now that the situation had cleared up some more I finally climbed on top of him. Embarrassingly, this put me face to cock with his... well, cock. It was embarrassing since it poked into my throat a couple times. From the outside! Don't get any ideas.

And then it started. I anticipated for only a few seconds before the first hit on my kitty came. I hope kitty is a term I can use, I'll have to ask Johnny later... or maybe I don't need to? Okay fine, yes you're right I'm stalling. Sorry, but just remembering it is hard. Johnny is REALLY strong, and he was telling the truth when he said he wouldn't hold back. He smacked the shit out of my cunt, making me reflexively let go of my ass and cover my cunt with my hands while falling forward - giving myself a face full of dick and balls to smell.

On an ordinary day, the smell itself would have been the low point of the week, given how Johnny hadn't had time to clean since yesterday and was still sweaty. Today though, compared to the carnival of explosions going on between my legs, it seemed mediocre at worst, maybe even like a fun idea at best.

My hands were trying to rub my sore cunt, but Johnnys hand was covering it. He had not moved it away after the slap, so all I could do was put my hands on his and cry into his ballsack.

I told him how bad it hurt but he had his priorities straight and reminded me that my hands better get back to my ass, or he'd have to double the spankings. Let me just tell you, I didn't move my hands away from my ass afterwards anymore. 25 of these would be harsh... 50 a **** sentence for my fuckhole.

Johnny was nice though, and let me get back in my proper position - which meant with my head lifted from his balls as well. He hadn't even mentioned it, like a true gentleman. He decided to give me a quick break of what was going on to adapt, while he played with his stone. Sadly that stone was still in my asshole, so he had to push his fingers inside of my backdoor to reach it, but that's just bad luck. I couldn't stop him from taking his own property, could I?

It took him a good minute or two of fidgeting until he finally got the stone out of me. I don't know where he put it next, but it wasn't inside me, and since I was still showing how little interest I had in the stone and that I didn't try to steal it again, I did not ask for it either.

Another short pause later I felt something touch my cunt. It wasn't gentle or soft, but not rough either. It was firm and knew where it was going - inside me. Which normally would have been a bearable penetration of what my feeling told me was 1 of my sons fingers, was anything but today. The stinging of his slap had made me a lot more sensitive, but not in the good way.

I kept my eyes closed, like they had been since we started this, but now I also pressed my lips together hard to not make any wrong sounds. He was testing if I could still get fingered and if I failed... that is when I realized I hadn't even bothered to ask what happened if I failed his inspections. Was this an easy way out maybe? You know me and I am not a cheater, but... if your cunt is on fire after a single slap and you have taken a face full of musky balls in the last ten minutes, your perspective on things change, you know?

I asked Johnny and he thought about it for a short bit only, until he explained to me that if I failed, that means my vagina (his word, I'm just quoting!) failed. And if I don't have a vagina (again!), I'm not a woman. Not a woman means obviously also not a mother. In other words, if I fail these tests, it means I don't have any human rights anymore and I'd become a brainless sex toy that's not allowed to refuse anything. He even told me that he'd probably fuck my ass if that happened and then impregnate me since we wouldn't be family anymore, before selling me to those weird porn shows where they **** the girl or make her get with gross dudes or animals. I wanted to get mad at him, but it made sense. If I wasn't his mom, or even a human anymore, then selling me to those places was probably the best use of my body since they'd pay the most. Since I'd be brainless I also couldnt work other normal jobs anymore. In other words, I could not afford to fail the tests.

Which made it all too much more devastating that while he explained all this to me, Johnny kept his finger in my cunt and moved it around only a tiny bit. He was sounding increasingly dissatisfied though, so I asked him what was wrong.

You see, in the last 10 years, culture must have changed a lot. Back in my days of dating, when a girl got fingered, it was mostly for her pleasure, or to get her hot maybe. Maybe even to do the boy a favor and let him get a feel for her... but today that is different.

Today, if a girl gets fingered then the movement comes from her, not the finger. She has to move her body up and down the finger - or in my case since he pushed in from the back, back and forth. It's also an important part of getting fingered that the girl keeps asking to get fucked and says how badly she needs it, or else it is assumed that she just has a "boring pussy" that never wants sex. The only exception is if their mouth is busy, like if you get fingered while making out with a boy, you obviously dont have to yell into his mouth how bad you want him. But the last thing, luckily, Johnny said was fine if I didnt do. You see, it wasn't just that the girl has to move her body now, it's the legs too. When you push your cunt towards the finger and take it deeper, then you must spread your legs wide. But when you pull away and back from it, you must close your legs and clench your cunt tight, so the boys dont think youre too loose and aren't a fun lay. Of course with my permanently spread legs that was not an option so Johnny forgave me if all I did was clench my cunt around his finger.

After I had passed my test to get fingered for a few minutes, next up was to get stretched. I gulped as I figured this is what he had me get the big dildo for. I breathed deeply, preparing myself for it - but I couldn't believe what happened next.

Without any preparation, warning or semblance of holding back, my son shoved the dildo into me. But into my asshole. He took my anal virginity with a dildo! I screamed, spit and cursed at him since obviously this had nothing to do with my CUNT inspection. Despite their physical closeness, shockingly there is a huge difference between my cunt and my asshole! I know, surprising! At least it seemed to be for Johnny.

He heard me out with all my complaints, but despite my many demands, he did not pull it out of me, just waiting for me to finish talking. As I eventually did, he told me that I was right: The dildo in my asshole had nothing to do with my cunt inspection. However, it was still my fault. You see, I had sucked all his naughty thoughts out of his balls yesterday, but this morning they were back and I did nothing about it. So when I pushed my cunt and asshole towards him, it really was my own fault that he couldn't stop himself from opening my brown star up.

He said that he didn't have a choice but to "dildo fuck my slutty mommy ass" anytime I was not sucking his balls good enough. I understood and agreed, but asked him to at least take it out since it was stretching me quite a lot. Sadly that also was not possible since taking a dildo that your mom had in her ass is a lot more perverted than just shoving a dildo into some sluts asshole while she is spreading it for you. So he said he wasn't perverted enough yet to take it out. I considered just waiting out until he got to that point but he said that fucking my ass with the dildo would come long before releasing me, so if I wanted to avoid that, I'd just have to get rid of all his naughty thoughts by sucking, and then remove it myself once we were done with the full spanking session.

I nodded and leaned down to start his detox, but it became impossible due to his cock. Due to my closed eyes, I hadn't realized it before but if I leaned down to his balls, his cock was always pressing against my face, and obviously I did not want it to do that. I wasn't some oral slut who sucked dick, I only gave him a detox!

I kept trying to nudge his cock up with my face, pushed it aside, but everytime I almost had it, there was a sort of muscle spasm that pushed it back down. Finally Johnny gave in and said that he would forgive me if I did it the only reasonable way. I would have to put his cock into my mouth and then move my entire body backwards. Once my face was about the height of his belly button, I could slide my mouth of his cock and it would naturally fall down on his belly, so that when I leaned back forward I could reach his balls without his cock being in the way. It would mean that I'd have to push my tits together with my shoulders to nudge his cock between them, though, or else it would quickly slide back down again.

I was very grateful that he allowed me to do this method. We both knew it was somewhat sexual to move his cock around with my mouth, but there simply was no other way, so him promising that as long as I did it in the most efficient way and wasn't doing anything more than that, he would forgive me for acting like a whore, was heartwarming.

I leaned down and put my lips on his cock, slowly sinking down. As I tried leaning back, Johnny stopped me though. He said that if I just did it, it would not be peak efficient, since I wouldnt know the most optimal movements. We first had to discover just how deep his cock had to be in my mouth for the optimal setup. I also had to find the proper spot for my tongue since I should use it to stabilize his cock in my mouth. After all if I moved it around too much, it might be overly sexual, which was clearly what we both tried to avoid.

For the next five minutes I spend bobbing my head up and down while making circles with my tongue around the tip of his dick, until Johnny said this would not work. He reached down passed me and put a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down further while thrusting up. I felt him thrust into my throat - this time from the inside. Sadly just at that moment I had to face a moment that proofed that my son was still a teenager and betrayed his former maturity. See, he got distracted by the cunt in front of him.

He told me that I acted like a prime tier fuckmeat because when his cock went into my throat, my fuckhole started leaking more pussy juice and also spasmed and tightened like it wanted that cock, too. According to Johnny, that's a good thing because most sluts have to train their cunts to do that, when mine did it automatically. He wanted to see it some more so he pushed his dick in and out of my throat repeatedly, while I was trying to tell him to get back to the test.

Eventually he got there, as he slowed down and admitted that he almost went too far. I myself believe he already had gone too far, but at least we agreed that the point to stop fucking my throat had come. Johnny then said the best position to move his dick was with my face so far down that my nose was touching his balls, and with everything that has gone on in the last few minutes I just obliged and wanted to get it over with.

It didn't go that easy though. You see, taking his dick and moving backwards was fine, but Johnnys hand must have grabbed the purple dildo in my asshole for stabilization while he was testing out my throat. So now when I moved my body backwards, I was pushing my asshole down the dildo, impaling myself even deeper. And I couldn't even complain about it because of the massive member in my throat. At this point, even if it is shameful I must admit: I have opened my eyes twice, during this. Once just as his tip was in my mouth, and then once again when he was all in there. The first one I feel ashamed for, while the second is fine. With his cock fully in my mouth, there was nothing indecent for me to see, so opening my eyes was fine. I should have closed them sooner though, since I saw it again when I finally - now with a dildo lodged all the way in my ass - let him out of my mouth.

I felt relieved when I moved back down with my face towards his balls, that I noticed the dildo being pulled out of my ass again. I even groaned, which made me blush a bit. I quietly made sure his cock was securely lodged between my tits and then leaned down. In that moment, I felt the dildo pushed all the way back inside, this time a lot faster and harder than when I had moved it. Johnny explained right away that he noticed it sliding out and was worried it might fall out by itself, so he secured it inside.

As I asked what would be bad about it falling out, he said that he'd be **** to continue my inspection by using the dildo on my cunt and he didn't want to embarrass his poor mommys cunt by making it use an ass dildo. I gulped audibly since that was indeed something I did not want my poor mommy cunt to have to do.

To prevent him from thinking I actually should, I quickly started my job and opened my mouth to begin sucking and licking his balls again. This time it was a lot harder though. I had to move my upper body, mainly my tits, up and down his dick the entire time, since otherwise the suction of my lips would pull the cock back where it came from and we'd have to repeat the entire process.

After a couple minutes of giving me the time to adapt to the new situation, Johnny continued his inspection. Next up was the stretching. Since he didn't have a dildo for it anymore, he just pushed both of his index fingers into my cunt and pulled it apart.

He didn't get it opened far, as he informed me that I was still as tight as a girl should be. Apparently it is a compliment nowadays for girls to be told how tight their fuckslits are, since Johnny insisted I thank him everytime he made a comment about how "fuckable" I was. It was okay since he didn't overdo it and I still got to suck his balls for most of the time.

After the stretching part had been passed, next was my orgasm test. For this, Johnny took the vibrator wand and plugged it into the outlet before aiming it directly at my clit. I knew what was going to come, so I begged him to start slow. It had 3 settings and I never tested the third. The first was enough to get me to an orgasm, the second had produced that unfortunate memory.

Johnny obeyed and the magic started. The buzzing came and I felt my pussy take over. My entire mind was reduced to my cunt. It was happy. I was happy. It vibrated. I vibrated. Johnny told me to not stop sucking, but my cunt doesn't have a mouth so it cant suck. I feel so slutty for admitting this but it took me less than 30 seconds until I was cumming right in front of my sons face. I sank down and laid still, beaten my how powerful that orgasm was... except it wasn't a real one.

See, Johnny had heard my story about HOW strong I was able to cum earlier when I explained the history of the wand, so the only orgasms that were gonna proof I hadn't taken any damage from my spanking were those that were that strong. He asked if he should keep the wand on the first setting or if I wanted to try it with setting 2. Due to the memories I didn't want stage 2, even though I feared I would not have a choice much longer, but for now I went with a repeat performance.

And it turned into an exact repeat. I didn't last any longer than before, half a minute and I was cumming on his toy again. This time Johnny had also rubbed my cunt with his thumb a bit, at least he told me so, but I couldn't feel that. All I felt was the sensation of the wand, shaking my very soul and making me into a pussy until it was taken away once more.

For the third round, Johnny didn't ask for my opinion on the setting, and a second after he started I understood that was the right call. A pussy doesn't choose how she gets treated, she enjoys it or she doesn't. She wants the best treatment, but she cant do anything to influence it.

I came again, at this time my stamina was beginning to affect me as it was exhausting to cum so fast and so often. But those were problems of the body, not of the pussy. It was a shame that the mind didn't return to the body after this one though. Johnny kept the magic alive by not turning it off this time after I came, it just kept going... and so did I. I spasmed and shook and begged and cried but mostly I came. God I came so much.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I do know that eventually the setting changed. He had upped it and I obeyed. I was a good pussy and pussies love setting 2. Pussies squirt with setting 2. I squirted. All over his chest, but that did't matter. All that mattered was the all encumbering need to be a good pussy.

And then it ended. Just like that, my brain went back into my head. I was shocked as I looked over my shoulder and saw Johnny sitting there. I knew he had never expected me to do this or react like this, and I was so sorry. I wanted to apologize but just as I opened my mouth he poked me with the wand in the clit, setting turned back to 1, causing an instant orgasm again.

He laughed, which reliefed me. He could take the situation with humor, which he proved by making me cum 3 more times with quick zaps to my pussy. The next 15 minutes we trained that I wouldn't stop sucking his balls and moving my titties while he made me cum over and over. Once I was finally getting the drill of it, he said that I had passed my first inspection. So we could move on to the second of my 25 slaps.

For roughly the next 2 hours we continued my punishment spankings and inspections. During the 6th one I had my 100th orgasm. Johnny had told me to count them so we could celebrate it. Our celebration was him grabbing my ass dildo and starting to thrust it in and out of my ass really fast and hard for 2 minutes, with me shouting "I'm an **** buttslut who wants to get pregnant from her son" every time I came. I only had to shout it 3 times though, so I was pretty happy with my restraint, or else it might have gotten weird. I had to keep shouting it now whenever I came, not only from my butt, though. Although, since it now was part of the normal punishment, it wasn't sexual anymore, so the shame aspect of it went away.

Half an hour later I was in the middle of inspection number 8 and around orgasm 150 when suddenly Johnnys cock started spurting between my tits. Sure, I had been rubbing them up and down his shaft whenever I could, while sucking on his balls, but I didn't expect him to cum from that!

I waited for him to finish and then leaned back upwards... only to get the last spurt against my chin and face.

My instincts told me to be angry. I hadn't even allowed Marco to ever fuck my tits, so my brain said I was defiled. But that was not the truth. See, he didn't fuck my tits after all. He just happened to cum while coincidentally having his cock there while I rubbed him. While these things seem related, they actually weren't.

Secondly, I had literally squirted on his chest, face and bed 9 times already (some inspections had me squirt twice since he wasn't looking when I did it the first time)

Johnny allowed me a short break in which I was allowed to lick my tits off of his spunk and swallow it, but I couldnt reach it all. I'd need my hands. Kindly, he offered to grab my asscheeks and spread them for me, so I could use mine to clean my tits. He did insist that since he was helping me so much, that I better not spit anywhere. If he was helping me clean this cum off my body, he didn't want any remains in his room, so I better put it all in my mouth. I nodded, of course, as I looked up at the mirror on his wall in front of me.

At that moment I realized that he had cum quite a lot again, sure, but... it was not even half the amount he had yesterday. Weird. I will think about this more later.

For now I just continued to clean myself up and swallow the cum away. Once I was done I came up with a smart idea and reached behind me. Now that Johnny was helping me keep my ass open, I could take the dildo out of it. Sadly as I reached for it, Johnny let go of my cheeks and my hands had to return to their duty. As I asked him why he wouldn't let me do it, he didn't answer at first. Then he grabbed the dildo and started fucking my ass with it again and told me to imagine how it is from his perspective. I wouldn't want to see my mother use an ass dildo in front of me either, would I? So I should just leave it in there.

I wanted to apologize as I understood his condition a bit better now, but I didnt get to it as his thrusting made me cum once more and I had to say my line and afterwards the moment was over.

We took a short inspection break in which he just kept pumping my ass but nothing important happened, until his cock got hard again so I could return to my position to finish the inspections.

Right now we are at the 13th. inspection. What, you thought we were done? It takes a long time to make sure my body works right, and I am very proud of my son for not skimming on his duties. It takes longer with each though since my body seems to learn to cum faster by now. At the beginning he just made me cum with the wand. Then the dildo. Now if I dont suck well he just blows air on my cunt too hard and sends me on edge... over it even, once. It would be so humiliating to cum so much and so easy, if it wasn't necessary to proof that I'm still a woman. Oh, also he came once more 2 inspections ago, but I just cleaned it up like before. I made sure it was mostly in my mouth and face right away since I knew what I'd have to do right away this time.

Eventually I had asked him if I could borrow his laptop so I could write my diary on it while he finished inspecting me. It did lower my attention to his balls somewhat, so he was **** to pinch my clit and dildo fuck my ass some more, but really it was worth it since its my own fault. I have to email myself this document so I can save it with the other diary entrees on my own PC. In case you wondered how I managed to write without the use of my hands: Johnny has a very handy speech to text device. The first few paragraphs were very hard but I learned quickly. Basically I just say a word, or a few, then say 'print' if it heard me correctly, so it gets added. Johnny was fine as long as I said it all loud enough so he could hear as well. We made the agreement that he could read my diary, but not talk to me about it. It stays private, he just gets to peek.

Johnny said he wants me to read them to him eventually, while he jerks off. I don't know yet how I feel about it. Anyway, I'll go back to full time ballsucking now, because my asshole starts to get sore from the constant fucking it takes. I'm afraid if he fucks it too much more, I might start having anal sex dreams, soon. I already gave up on pretending I wont be having sex dreams of the vibe or my inspections. Johnny likes that idea and said it's a sign of a good mommy. Oh, on that note Johnny said he would be keeping both toys since he can't trust me abusing them, and given how badly my body needs them right now, I feel that is a smart choice.

Yours truly

Angelica

Mates... these chapters keep getting longer and longer. And I'm not planning this. Ffs, I only wanted to do the first half of wednesday in this chapter - and I did - and it still turned so long. And I cut stuff! I literally cut out stuff that I wanted to do, to shorten it. Originally Johnnys cunt testing would have consisted of not just testing 3 things but testing: 'does mommy get wet from rubbing' - 'can I finger her' - 'is she stretching properly' - 'is her clit reacting like it should' - 'does she cum properly'.

I cut that down to just finger, stretching, cumming to save some space. Honestly, I am writing this before the first chapter was published, so I REALLY hope you people are going to enjoy this and don't find it boring or feel like I am rambling on too much with what is 'foreplay' to some (since there is no (non plastic)penis in Angelica yet).

Also I have decided to definitely start publishing these once I hit Friday. Which is where it will officially end with 'part 1'. You see, when I hadnt written anything yet, my plan was:

Write Monday - Friday in chapter 1, should be 2000-3000 words. Then if it is well received, write Chapter 2 Friday - Whatever time it takes to add the sister to the fun.

so basically Chapter 1 would have been Moms mind falling under the stones changes, becoming fully oblivious to it, and then starting with the weekend, It would be the sisters turn. Yeah. With me now being over 10k words in, and only halfway through the work-week, I can guarantee I wont write a single sister scene without confirmation that people actually want this. I do love writing, but normally in a different way, so I mostly do it on here for the readers! Feel happy, youre my main source of motivation! Whoop whoop!

Well you can still probably feel that after the first inspection I summed up the rest of the morning a bit faster. On the one hand I wanted the chapter to get to an end, on the other I kinda didn't need to just repeat the same events over and over, so I am quite happy with what came of it.

Anyway, I'm rambling again. This might be why the chapters are so long... anyway, see you in the next one! We still have 48 hours of moms journey left!

PS: Before anyone asks: Yes, that wand is actual magic. I have decided that there is a magic stone that changes your mind the more you touch it, and a vibrator wand that literally makes every girl cum in less than a minute, or squirt on higher settings. I have not yet decided if setting 3 will be happening in this story or not, but probably not, since it just doesn't fit. The idea was that the "I am a pussy" mindset will become permanent when used on a girl, and while that is hot, it kinda contradicts the 'Oblivious' mindset that is steadily developing in Angelica. I just mostly found it funny that the toy is called magic wand, and she has an actual magic magic wand and just never used it because her husband was jealous of it.