Mother and Child Diary 1

Author: nihaodada
Word count: 10342
I had dinner with my classmates that day, so it was past twelve o’clock in the evening when I got home.

I was afraid that I would wake up my mother, so I tried to keep my voice down as much as possible when I entered the door.

When I passed by my mother’s room, I gently opened the half-closed door a crack, and found that my mother was still awake, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book concentrating on the small bedside lamp. Her back was facing the door, so she didn’t notice me, so I walked back to my room gently.

After returning to the room, I habitually opened my locked secret cabinet.

“Ah!” I found that the things in my dark cabinet had been moved. For a long time, the position of the things I put in it was very clear.

The current position is not only wrong, but also seems to be missing something. I checked right away, oops…my diary…is gone.

My so-called dark cabinet is just a big wooden box where I put some personal belongings when I was young. When I was a child, I kept comic books. After I started to get in touch with pornographic books when I was in middle school, I locked it and made an agreement with my mother not to look at my private collection.

Over the past few years, I have been constantly changing the collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes. Since then, I have become obsessed with my mother’s body. In addition to collecting a large number of incest novels, books, videos, CDs, and mother’s sexy briefs, I also write down my sexual fantasies about my mother in my diary.

I was very angry at first, and I wanted to rush into my mother’s room to question her why she didn’t keep her word, but after I gradually calmed down, I thought, anyway, this is the end of the matter, any reaction from me will only make the relationship between our mother and child more awkward. Just pretend you don’t know, and observe your mother’s reaction first!

So I exited the room and tiptoed to the door of my mother’s room. From the light shining through the crack of the door, I could tell that she was still reading, and what she was reading might be my diary full of sexual confessions to my mother. I walked gently to the living room again, opened and closed the door, and let it make a closing sound, indicating that I had returned.

Just as I closed the door with a “touch”, I found that the light in my mother’s room suddenly went out. I was even more sure that my mother was peeking at my diary, so I deliberately came to my mother’s room, opened the door and called her softly.

“mom…”

Mom was pretending to be asleep and didn’t respond to me. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the quilt.

I still calmly went back to the room and took a change of clothes to the bathroom to take a shower. I usually take a bath for about 20 minutes, but in fact, I did not take a bath when I entered the bathroom, but I wanted to give my mother a time to put the diary back, because I guess she would also be afraid that I would find that the diary was gone after I took a shower, and if I waited until tomorrow, it might be too late.

I turned on the faucet to make the sound of water and sang a song deliberately to show that I was taking a bath, but in fact I was observing the behavior of my mother’s room through the crack in the bathroom. After a while, sure enough, my mother also tiptoedI tiptoed out of the room, holding my diary in my hand. After she came out of my room and went back to the room, I left the bathroom and went back to my room. The first thing is of course to open the dark cabinet to have a look. Sure enough, it has been put back, apparently in a rather hasty way, and the position is down.

I didn’t get much sleep that night, and I thought about it, how should I deal with this matter? Obviously, my mother will definitely pretend that this is not the case, and although my Oedipus diary is not written every day, it has been a thick book for several years, especially after I went to college, I have become so obsessed with my mother’s mature body. So what I wrote down in the diary was how I secretly admired her behind her back, how I admired her plump breasts, high buttocks, and even peeked at her bathing, changing clothes, masturbating with her briefs and so on.

I figured she might not have finished it yet, so I assumed she might pick it up again while I was away. To prove this, I put a hair on the back of the diary and locked the cabinet. If the hair is not there tomorrow, it means that she has moved again. I didn’t go to sleep until everything was arranged. But before falling asleep, I conceived another daring plan.