Mother's Secret

[Made especially for Mother's Day, wishing all mothers in the world sexual happiness!] Common sense and our personal experience tell us that even after we become adults, our parents still have sex lives. However, although this is a natural fact, we still feel uncomfortable discussing such things, so we generally don't talk about our parents' sex lives.
This was true for me too. One day, I suddenly discovered that my mother had such an active sex life, and not just with my father. These descriptions of her sex life were written by her herself, and fortunately, I only discovered these records after her death.
If I tell you my mother's name, you will find that she was a very famous and respected writer who wrote a series of biographies during her lifetime—Jane Austen, Isadora Duncan, Clara Schumann, Emily Bront?, and so on.
Her works were highly acclaimed, but she didn't achieve both fame and fortune. However, my mother wrote novels under another pen name, which were always bestsellers. In her novels, there are extremely exaggerated erotic descriptions. None of her heroines are virgins, or at least by the end of the story, they have all lost their virginity.
I once talked to her about her novels, saying that the content she described must be based on her own life experiences. She just smiled and didn't answer me. Whether before I met my husband or after we got married, she never discussed sex with me. When I entered the bridal chamber, I was no longer a virgin, but my sexual knowledge didn't come from my mother.
My mother died at 62, very suddenly and unexpectedly, but she didn't leave me with much grief. Of course, I was sad, but beyond respect and gratitude for giving me life, I didn't feel anything deeper.
My father was 20 years older than her and was living in a nursing home at the time, requiring 24-hour care. As their only child, I was their primary heir, and I had to work with the family lawyer—who was also another executor of the will—to handle the large number of manuscripts my mother left behind, including handwritten drafts, computer documents, and correspondence. Lawyers are always very professional, so I had to decide which documents to keep and which to destroy.
One day, while organizing a filing cabinet piled high with messy files, I stumbled upon some of her diaries. I didn't know what was written in them, so I randomly flipped to a page and started reading.
"Monday, the 22nd of a certain month. Hotel. Still can't believe it, as two married people, K and I came here for a rendezvous at 3 pm. The hotel manager greeted us warmly and politely. We had sex all afternoon, with only short breaks. K is a real sex expert; we both came. He wanted me to give him an orgasm, but he had to have sex with me first. His anus was very enjoyable, and the sensation in my vagina excited me. He quickly ejaculated in my mouth."
Reading these words, was I surprised? Shocked? Repulsed? I can't remember. But now, more than two years have passed since those initial impressions, and I believe I have sorted out my thoughts.
After much thought, I decided not to judge my mother's behavior. After reading her diary, I know that no one was hurt, no one was coerced. Everyone, including my father—whom my mother simply referred to as "P"—passionately threw themselves into this game. In fact, I concluded that everyone derived lewd passion and sexual satisfaction from it.
Very unconventional! Of course, but who can truly understand another person's thoughts, actions, and life? Were my parents unconventional? How many other couples are experiencing such extraordinary lives? It's a great pity that my mother didn't record how they entered into this lifestyle.
Her diary simply states what happened, who made love to whom, and how.
What troubles me is that I don't know how to deal with these diaries.
My mother left behind ten diaries, all written in hardcover notebooks. The entries are all about rendezvous and sexual intercourse over 20 years, with many blanks, of course. If my mother were just an ordinary housewife, I would burn these diaries, but she was a famous writer, and perhaps this material is of some value to those who want to explore my mother's life. Although people are still shocked by her actions now, perhaps future generations will understand them as societal views change?
I currently keep all ten of my mother's diaries in a bank safe deposit box, and I've decided to publish a selection here to see how people react. I hope readers will share their thoughts so I can ultimately decide how to handle these diaries.
It's clear my mother kept these diaries under someone's instruction or request; she recorded them very concisely, without any embellishment, unlike her novels. Using my own methods—in certain cases—I've identified the characters in her diaries as men or women, their appearances and personalities, etc.
Some of them are still alive, so I cannot disclose their names. However, I feel it's necessary to provide some annotations for my mother's diaries.
Judging from my mother's published works, the vocabulary used in her diaries is essentially the same and very concise. From the vocabulary used in those works, I can understand the meaning of some of the letters she used in her diaries.
In her diaries, although the abbreviations she used might cause some confusion, after reading through ten of her diaries, I can offer the following annotations: a—arse (buttocks); ah—arsehole (buttocks); b—bottom (crotch); c—cock, orcunt (penis, or vagina, depending on context); cl—clitoris (clitoris); d—dick (penis); f—fuck (sex); mb—masturbate (masturbation); mbn—masturbation (masturbation, noun); o—oral (oral sex); p—penis, prick (penis, penis); ts—tits (breasts); v—vagina (vagina).
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Thursday, the 8th of a certain month.
Resentment fills the air. Curses. It's been four days—L says he doesn't mind, but I do. Our relationship is just too messed up. However, I still wanted to spend the whole week with L (L is a lawyer, my mother met him through her agent, their relationship was sexual, not lawyer and client relationship—the part in parentheses is the daughter's interpretation of her mother's diary, the same below) and caress his butt, then apologize to him, it was my problem.
He wanted me to give him a blowjob, but he wanted me to do it to myself first, and then to him. He ejaculated on my panties. He penetrated my nipple, not my vagina. Later, we were both much calmer and less tense.
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Saturday, the 10th of a certain month.
Went to Bond Street with L to buy lingerie. The room upstairs in that store had very special and expensive clothes. We picked out two bras to match the harem pants, one black and one white. L insisted on buying me another pair of French bubble pants, and also a transparent bra that showed my nipples.
I left the store wearing those newly bought sexy lingerie. We had sex all afternoon in the hotel, the fast and powerful thrusting releasing our pent-up sexual desires from the week. We both gave each other a great orgasm.
Lying in bed, we did orgasm for a long time, then went to take a shower.
That night we went to a porn movie theater—L was a member—it was purely sensory enjoyment, not sexual pleasure. We sat in the last row, surrounded by lecherous men, some of whom tried to grope my breasts. One man knelt down and peeked under my skirt, saying, "Honey, let us see."
We quickly left, went out for an expensive meal, and then went back to the hotel. In the taxi, L's hand went under my skirt, and at the hotel bar, he did the same. The same thing happened in the elevator, in the hallway, and finally back in the room, where he stripped me naked and vigorously fucked me. My breasts were very wet, and L's penis was constantly hard; he said the afternoon's fucking allowed him to control himself well later.
It was another passionate fucking session.
In the morning, we fucked each other again, then went home, showed P my new lingerie, and told him all the dirty details; P himself enjoyed it too.
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(These two diary entries are the earliest, written very abruptly without any preceding context. Although the dates at the beginning of the diaries suggest that many things should have happened before these two entries, I have never found any diaries earlier than these two. Lost? Destroyed? I don't know.
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Friday, the 14th of a certain month.
Dear P sincerely wishes L's party plans success, because he knows I really enjoy attending these kinds of parties where I can meet interesting people. To express my gratitude to him, I gave him some sweet lollipop, and at the last moment before he ejaculated, I unbuttoned my shirt and let him ejaculate on my ts (lollipop seems to be a favorite form of oral sex, and obviously my father really likes this kind of sex).
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Saturday, the 15th of a certain month.
The party was held in a large mansion in Surrey. Nine couples attended, almost all wearing masks, but I recognized two members of parliament and their wives, as well as a television news anchor and her husband.
The mansion had three large rooms for the guests; a spacious living room on the ground floor was playing pornography on a television, and there were two bedrooms upstairs.
L and I agreed to separate first, then have sex together. Downstairs, a couple was having sex, and two men were stroking their penises… I watched them. The couple invited two men to join them for a foursome, but the men declined because there were more women than men upstairs, and they planned to play there instead.
Soon, I was lucky enough to encounter a young blonde woman who had just escaped from her male partner.
We kissed, our tongues swirling in each other's mouths.
She said to me, "Sit on top of me." I straddled her face, parted my labia, and let her tongue lick my already very wet crotch. I gently moved my body, letting her tongue lick my vulva and clitoris. She licked back and forth, finally licking my clit. I felt incredibly aroused by this. I lowered my body as much as possible, letting her fingers insert into my ah and thrust in and out.
Ah! I'm going to explode! I turned around, cooperating with the blonde, kneeling on either side of her thighs, letting her lick my vulva from behind. At this moment, I saw the blonde woman's male companion find another clit.
Many lewd scenes could be seen.
A congresswoman's wife was having one man lick her clit while giving another man an orgasm, while her husband was having sex with a young woman. L was also having sex with a woman, this woman Between the woman's breasts was another man's penis.
After a while, L and the man switched positions. The woman wanted both men to give her more, and she quickly reached orgasm, screaming loudly, her body convulsing and panting. L and I went downstairs, where four couples were entangled together. We hugged each other and watched them make love, masturbating at the same time. Later, we made love separately, and I tasted several women's penises. It
was already past midnight when I got home. My throat was sore, and I was exhausted, but V was very satisfied. P was already asleep, but I would tell him all the details tomorrow morning.
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(My mother and L's relationship lasted for about two years, during which time they attended many such parties, where my mother enjoyed bisexual pleasure. Her diary doesn't reveal how or why she broke up with L. In the
following diary excerpt, there's a name F, referring to a woman named Florence who worked as our nanny. She later went to live in Australia with her son and daughter-in-law. She passed away last year, so her name can be mentioned.
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Tuesday, the 2nd of a certain month.
P suddenly told me something: he had been having sex with F for the past few weeks. They started during my speaking tour. P wasn't enjoying my lollipop during this time and felt very lonely, so he made sexual advances to F, and she agreed. She brought P pleasure with her v, and while I wasn't home.
Why should I object?)
P said F's sexual response was very strong; they made love almost every day at home. However, she was still a little worried, afraid I would be angry. P told her there wouldn't be any problems and asked if she would allow me to watch. F was shocked. P told me that F knew I was busy working from 8 am to noon every day, so he could let me watch them make love during that time. That way, F would think I was at work and not home. We secretly plotted our plan.
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Thursday, the 4th of a certain month.
Success!
As planned, I sneaked home from my study at 9:30. P left the kitchen door ajar, and I peeked through the crack. They had already started. F was lying on the worktable, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her panties barely covering her buttocks. P was squatting behind her, rubbing her buttocks and caressing her vulva. F's legs were wide open, and P's fingers were thrusting in and out of her vagina. She murmured, but I could only hear a few words: "Comfortable, wet...as comfortable as last time...I need..."
P pulled down her panties and his pants, revealing his large, erect penis. He stroked his penis, then knelt down and licked her—ah—I think so. Then he sat on the floor to lick her vagina. F groaned loudly, saying she wanted his penis. P stood up, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust in hard. He didn't thrust fast, as if controlling the rhythm.
After a while, F turned around, her dark pubic hair forming an inverted triangle, facing P. They adjusted their positions, and P easily entered her. She screamed, wrapping her legs around his back and shaking her body violently. I heard P say: "You little woman, I'll fuck you 50 more times." I felt they were about to climax, so I moved closer to the crack in the door to see more clearly.
Oh! I quietly retreated to the study and started my own fucking. After P finished with F, he came to the study and regretted not coming sooner to see my climax. We discussed that it was worth repeating this plan.
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(This diary entry can only serve as a reference for how their relationship developed. My mother recorded that my father enjoyed having sex with Florence and also wanted to have a threesome with my mother, at least with her watching. However, the diary doesn't reveal whether the three of them actually had sex together.
The following diary excerpt jumps to the second-to-last diary entry, by which time my father was already ill, his physical strength was failing, and his sex life was also declining. However, my mother's sexual desire did not diminish. I still can't be sure who the man J and the woman S were, but their joint efforts greatly enriched my mother's life. They met at a party and immediately had an impact on my mother's life. My mother visited the couple's apartment many times. The following diary excerpt clearly records their interactions.
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Sunday, the 30th of a certain month.
My mood was terrible all week until—hopefully—I met J and S again. My mind was made up.
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Monday, the 31st of a certain month.)
J and S didn't reply, which means the Saturday gathering plan hasn't changed.
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Tuesday, the 1st of the month.
Poor P wanted me to do a lollipop for him, but I did it for a long time and he didn't react at all; he couldn't get an erection.
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Thursday, the 3rd of the month.
After so many days of abstinence, today was the most painful day. Stimulating my clitoris, vagina, and vagina provided some relief, but I still have to endure 48 more hours before I can see J and S.
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Friday, the 4th of the month.
I tried to explain J and S to P, but he seemed to have a hard time understanding. A feeling of bitterness and thirst lingered in my vagina; it was very wet, and my clitoris was constantly swollen. Looking forward to tomorrow…
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Sunday, the 6th of the month.
J and S were amazing, more amazing than ever! It was midday, in their apartment. I was wearing a cocktail dress and black lingerie (which reminded me of L from a long time ago). S announced the rules: they wouldn't have sex with me until 5 p.m. As usual, S and J made love in front of me first. I could only watch, and I wasn't allowed to touch them or my own body. If I disagreed, I could leave immediately. But I absolutely obeyed them. I waited until 5 p.m., and then…
quickly, S started dressing J: a pale green bra, a chastity belt, panties, stockings, and five-inch heels. J asked her if she was already wet. "Yes," S shook her head. J stroked her, his fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina. S lay on J's knees, asking him to slap her buttocks. After a long period of slapping and rubbing, S's vagina was swollen, and she groaned loudly, becoming increasingly excited.
Finally, J released S, and she sat side by side with him on the sofa, stroking his penis, slowly moving it up and down, licking his glans, and then taking it into her mouth. J's penis was too big; S could only take half of it in, and she sucked it very carefully. After resting for a while, we drank wine. A young and beautiful maid brought us very fine wine. The maid's name was Brunti, and she looked a lot like S. Could she be her daughter?
S wanted to... J first took off his own clothes, then took off S's panties, spread her shaved pubic hair open for me to see, and made her bend over to reveal her pink nipples. S stood up again, turned around and went to J, who was sitting on the sofa, and grabbed his large penis to masturbate him. Her vagina was definitely wet. J took off S's bra, showing me her swollen breasts and erect black nipples. He held her breasts and rubbed and gently pinched them.
She began to ride on top of him and move, letting his penis thrust inside her. S and J stared intently at me, watching my reaction. I really wanted to touch myself, but I didn't... Yes. S kept J inside her, stimulating her deepest desires, her two fingers rubbing her cl. J withdrew from her body, still very hard.
We drank some more wine. S asked me what my most lewd memory was, and I told them it was watching P and F make love on the kitchen counter. Maybe not the most lewd? J was inside V, and S was rubbing TS, all while listening to me talk. They started F again. S knelt on the carpet, and they fucked for a long time. Finally, they both reached orgasm. J rang the bell, calling the young maid to bring a towel to wipe S. Between my legs.
After a while, Brenti was summoned in again. J told her to take off my clothes, and she laughed, doing as J instructed, turning me towards them and removing my clothes, revealing my a... S and J complimented my figure in unison.
It was already 4 p.m. They were at it again. S had another orgasm, her shoulders trembling, panting heavily. Incredibly, J still didn't seem to have ejaculated. I was also barely controlling my own lust.
Brenti came in again, and S straddled J's knees, her arms hanging down. The maid took some ribbons and tied S's wrists to J's ankles. Then, Brenty turned around, grasped S's ankles, and pulled them apart, then she knelt in the middle. J spread S's buttocks apart with both hands, exposing her vagina, and made Brenty lie on top of her and lick S's vagina. She first moistened S's sphincter with her tongue, then inserted her tongue into S's vagina. S was ecstatic, she groaned loudly, wanting Brenty to lick her harder.
The maid licked her while inserting two fingers into her vagina. J's hand reached down to S's lower body, stroking her clitoris, and he and the maid brought S to orgasm together. Finally, the maid untied the ribbon and let them rest.
5 p.m.
It was finally my turn.
S wanted me to lie on the sofa, and she reached into my vagina to check how wet I was. She wouldn't be disappointed at all; my panties were already soaked.
J took off my bra and gently stroked my tummy—it felt so good! He put his penis in my mouth, filling me completely, and then started thrusting. I tightly enveloped his huge cock with my lips, while S took off my panties and used his fingers to penetrate my penis and rub my clitoris.
All the sexual desire that had accumulated over the past week and the previous five hours exploded. To give me an even stronger orgasm, J and S stopped simultaneously. I tried to reach out and touch my vulva, but J stopped me. They just watched me, eager to reach orgasm, and I begged them to help me release. J was stroking his... P and S were fingering themselves. They smiled at me, completely ignoring my pleas.
After a while, S started to take care of me. Ribbon binding, slapping my buttocks, tongue and fingers inserted into my anus.
My rectum throbbed with excitement, but I was even more looking forward to the orgasm. They knew this, so they stopped again. We continued. J raped me from behind, his fingers still inserted in my anus. S held my head, kissed me, and rubbed my genitals. I was about to explode! J fucked me harder, while S rubbed my genitals vigorously. Ah! Finally, I climaxed, a week of sexual hunger was finally released.
J pulled out and ejaculated on my face and genitals.
We finished another bottle of wine and continued to play. Various combinations, various positions, various bodies.
S and I climaxed at the same time, and J ejaculated another stream of semen into S's mouth. I watched them, rubbing my genitals incessantly, and climaxed again.

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