Dear Diary,

It was a long day. Wednesdays are a grind with five back-to-back classes. I can't wait for this semester to be over. I didn't think freshman year would be this difficult. Having to commute from home just adds to the stress of my day. Right now, my happy place is my bed.

Today started like any other. My first class was at 7 AM and the day is almost non-stop from there. Luckily, I have a forty-five-minute break in the afternoon before I sit through a three-hour sociology lecture. It's a tough class for me to stay awake and it's nearly impossible when I am exhausted. During my break, I sat with my bestie Kara. She was curious to know if I was still being awakened by my mother's seismic orgasms. I laughed and let her know that Frank was still taking good care of my mother's needs. She giggled and moved on, not mentioning our lesbian one-night stand last week.

As I'm writing this, the earthquake of passion in the next room has begun. I have an urge and want to watch, from the patio, and see my mother having monkey sex (tee-hee) with her lover Frank. I'm going to pause here. I'll be back in a while.

I'm back now, and OH MY GOD! Before I fall asleep, I need to write this while it's fresh in my mind. I don't want to miss a single detail about what went on.

Where do I start? I tip-toed to my favorite spot outside Mom's bedroom window. As usual, the curtain was partially open. If she ever knew that I watch her, I don't know what she would do. I positioned a lawn chair to get a good view and settled in. I expected to see Frank fucking her in one of the many positions they enjoy so much. Instead, what I saw was shocking. The woman that lives next door, Bonnie, was tied to the bed nude, spread-eagle. My mother was dressed in a slutty leather corset and was squatting on her face while Bonnie's tongue was flailing up and down her pussy. Mom was gripping the headboard, grinding into Bonnie's face hard. Her moaning was constant. I could tell she loved dominating Bonnie.

That was hot. It brought back the memory of Kara taking me to the brink of passionate hysteria. I lifted my nightgown and pulled down my panties, letting the cool September night-time breeze blow across my pussy. My fingers massaged my clitoris and it became hard as I started to spasm. My eyes were shut tight and I wanted to cry out, but I knew they would hear me. I did my best to contain myself. Then I went into my fantasy of being with Frank. My body started to tremble as I silently screamed inside. I guess I am just like my mother, very expressive when it comes to orgasms. When I opened my eyes, my mother had changed her position. She was kneeling between Bonnie's legs with a variety of toys spread out on the bed. They were things that I've only seen online.

Bonnie started to whimper. Mom was teasing her with a small object that was the size of lipstick. From what I could tell, it vibrated. The whimpers turned into full-blown cries of excitement. Bonnie was shaking, arching her hips in the air. I started to play with myself again. Then, my mother started to fuck Bonnie with a very large red dildo and I pressed my fingers into my soaking wet pussy. Instinctively, I started to scrape and rub inside; the sensation was astonishing. I was panting like a dog. Mom was still fucking Bonnie as I became delirious. I was rocking my hips up and down like Frank's cock was sliding in and out of me.

As I started to recover from my convulsion, it dawned on me, where was Frank? I know he was home when I went to bed. I couldn't believe he would miss out on this. I shifted so I could look around the room, and finally saw him. He was tied to a chair in a corner of the room. My mother was making him watch while she was forcing Bonnie to come. When I focused in on him, I could see that he wasn't just tied, he had clothes pins on his nipples and his cock was fully erect. What a waste. I wanted to rescue him and feel his big beautiful dick inside me.

While I was focused on Frank, my mom walked to him. My eyes wandered over to Bonnie. She still had the red dildo stuffed inside her, squirming as if she needed more. I looked back toward Frank. Mom reached out and yanked the clothespins off him. He screamed at the pain. Then she started to untie him while whispering in his ear. I wish I knew what she said. With each rope removed, I could see the relief on his face. Then, she helped him off the chair and brought him to the bed.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Frank had a similar red dildo in his ass. I could hear my mother ordering him not to drop it or he would suffer the consequences. She pushed his head between Bonnie's legs and forced him to bite down on the red dildo and start thrusting it in and out of her. While he performed this act, Mom was jamming the dildo in his ass in the same motion. He was moaning with pain but was doing nothing to stop it. I think he was enjoying it. At the same time, Bonnie started to rock with pleasure. This warm and loving person who raised me has a cruel sadistic streak. The man I yearn for was being tortured for my mother's pleasure. I couldn't watch Frank be victimized any longer. I decided I'd had enough and went back to my room.

I have to admit, I wanted to be in that room more than ever. The thought of my mother and Frank teaching me how to enjoy this kind of self-indulgence is exhilarating. Add Bonnie to the mix, maybe even throw in Kara for good measure and I could imagine the lewd orgy that could take place. I have a whole new fantasy to dream about, maybe bondage, or put on a show of my own. Possibly even making my mother suffer like she made Frank take her abuse.

I'm so worked up right now I hope I can relax enough to sleep. I need to try, I have another early class in the morning, so for now, good night my diary...