The Stories Your Mother Never Told You — Part 4.

From the pages of a tattered journal written by a suburban housewife in the 1950’s I have drawn a number of quite sordid accounts. As disturbing as some are, I feel they hold at least some educational value. Be sure to read and comment. MM

How peaceful the mornings are once Bill is off at work. And this week he has to travel to the Minneapolis office, the headquarters of his firm. They are trying some new training method, bringing most of the managers and assistant managers to their office to talk about something called ‘supply chain’. It is all very boring, but leaves me a little time to go to the beach and enjoy some of the sunny weather we’re enjoying.

I’ve been finding it most amusing lately to go shopping with Magdalene. She’s such a free spirit. We go and buy numerous clothes, then bring them home and try them on, often swapping this or that.

I had a great time shopping with her just yesterday morning, after I’d dropped off Little Billy, and then we came back to my place for lunch. After a quick bite we laid out all our purchases and began trying them out.

I do love to mix and match. And it’s so sensible doing it this way, as we often end up sharing our clothes. It’s so very economical.

Perhaps it’s the sea air that Magdalene’s continually exposed to, but I think her wild side is barely hidden these days. She has become quite the free spirit. She’s also been reading some strange books recently, and lent me one called Spring Fire, and another called ‘Just Friends’. The second was about two girls, and I can honestly say they were more than ‘just friends’.

I have of course heard of such things, but when this afternoon Magdalene was helping me adjust my brassiere, her fingers lingered over my breasts longer and more firmly than necessary. I was shocked, but not in the way I expected.

Firstly, I was shocked that she did something that while easily explained as an accident, most certainly was not an accident. Secondly, I was shocked that I didn’t pull away, instead closing my eyes a moment and pressing my breasts against her fingers.

Since then I have been thinking constantly of Magdalene, and what she might do — what I might allow. Would I let her do it again? Would I like her to? Or maybe more?

It’s all most exciting. I felt myself so moist and I think she knew, but I dare not say a word. I expect her tomorrow morning for tea. I also have a couple of dresses I need to alter and having her help me pin them will only help.

I have decided that when I do that, I’ll be wearing the rather more exciting underwear that I often put on for the benefit of Mr. Williams. I like the way it makes my breasts feel, and the heels give me a little more height. I like that.

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I woke this morning in a state of agitation. It was a fitful night, Bill being away in Minneapolis. However after tossing and turning all night, I found a kind of sleep just as dawn was breaking.

In that moment I was troubled by the most extraordinary dreams. Dreams that were really quite unusual.

Even as I got little Billy dressed my thoughts returned to these disturbing images. I can barely believe I would trust them to paper, as it seems to make them all the more real.

You will know that I torture Mr. Williams awfully. I enjoy it, and so does he, so where’s the harm? Well, my troubled dreams were in the same vein, though it was not Mr. Williams that was being tortured by my teasing, it was Magdalene. And I was, well, not as a woman is.

I will clarify, as even to me this is very strange. I was enjoying reliving an exchange I’d had with Magdalene, as she had adjusted the straps of a dress I was trying on, only this time as I turned to her I noticed the bulge in the dress. I looked at myself and realised I had a penis, which as you’ll be able to appreciate was quite a shock. More than that, my penis was firmly erect and unmistakable to Magdalene.

As she glanced down and saw it, she pulled away. I told her not to be so silly, and pulled her towards me, and the next thing I knew I’d fallen to the floor and Magdalene was below me. My protruding member was pushing firmly against the silk of her knickers, and she was no longer pulling away.

I found wakefulness with a gasp of shock, as I realised I was beginning to enter her. How extraordinary!

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