Caroline And Her Kids

Caroline and Her Kids
By August

April 3rd
Caroline here. So, this is my first journal entry, ever. My therapist recommended doing this. I don’t know whether it will help. I mean, shit, I’m 39 already. What a time to start journaling. I just know that I’m really depressed. I’ve been down before, but this is worse.

My husband Dan just left me. He starting fucking that 20 year old girl he met online. Jerk. So it’s just me and the kids in the house. Stevie is 13 now, and Jenni is 11. I had a hard time explaining to them what happened. Well, I guess they took it better than I expected. Maybe they saw how miserable their father and I were together.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy again. I just don’t know what it will take. Whatever. That is all I want to write for today.

April 4th
Okay, here is another attempt at writing this stupid journal. I actually do have something to write about today.

I got home from work from the office at 5:30, like usual. I took my bra off through my blouse, and flopped down on the couch. My bra is a full C cup, I’m happy to say. Jenni was home, and Stevie was off at baseball practice. Anyway, I napped for about ten minutes. I knew I had to get some dinner going for the kids. First I had to go to the bathroom, like really badly.

I went in to the bathroom. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never been in the habit of closing the door all the way. When I was on the toilet pissing, Jenni walked in on me. This is nothing new for us. I finished, wiped myself, and pulled my jeans and panties up. Then I went to the sink to wash my hands.

Then she used the toilet too. She pulled down her pink skirt and pink panties, and sat. Yeah she likes pink. As I was standing at the mirror, I heard her piss stream come out. I don’t know why, but I’ve always been turned on by that noise. Weird, huh?

I suddenly snuck a look at my daughter. She is beginning to develop her breasts. I saw them poking through her blouse. I was about her age when I started to get them. She will need a bra soon. I then noticed her young vagina, in its prepubescent form. The slit was mostly bare, but had few stray hairs on it. Then I looked away. I don’t know if she noticed me looking or not.

Anyway, Stevie came home, and we all had dinner. I fell dead asleep in bed. Same old shit.

April 5th
Oh my God! I had the craziest dreams last night. It’s 6am, and I am writing this journal entry now so I won’t forget them. Dr. Zimmerman, what will you tell me what they mean? That I’m totally fucked up?

They were sex dreams. I usually love to have those. I was being eaten out by a woman. I could have sworn it was really happening. I felt it, and it felt good. I mean, I’ve messed around with women before. I always wondered if I was bisexual. I don’t know, whatever. My first time with a girl happened when I was sisteen. Then Dan and I had a few threesomes. Of course, they were mostly his idea. Not that I didn’t enjoy them, mind you.

Then I saw, it was Jenni doing it to me! I saw her young mouth on my pussy. She looked up and smiled at me.

Please wait…

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