MY MOTHER'S DIARY

Story by misfit446

Tho short and hopefully sweet, I hope you enjoy it. Saw the attached pic and this is what came out. HEHEHE. Give your feedback. Always enjoy it. Thanks for reading and kudos to the artist of the pic.

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MY MOTHER’S DIARY

Shelly lugged the loaded box out the door and to the moving truck. Turning, she met her mother Helen carrying another loaded box.

“Let me take that Mom,” Shelly said, grabbing the heavy box and slid it onto the truck bed.

“Whew,” Helen said, wiping her brow. “You never know how much crap you have until you move.” Shelly giggled.

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s fifty years of stuff. Some of these things are your sister Nancy’s, your brother Will’s and some is yours.”

“MINE?” Shelly shouted. “I grabbed all my stuff when I moved out years ago.”

“Well, all but one thing.”

“What was that?” asked Shelly, folding her arms across her full breasts.

“Come inside. I found it while packing.” Helen led her youngest daughter into the almost empty house. They went upstairs to her Mom’s bedroom. Lying on a box was a bulging diary, its spine straining to keep the pages together.

Helen picked it up and sighed. “This is yours.”

“I don’t remember this. What is it?”

“It’s a diary that I kept for you.” Shelly giggled.

“As you grew up. You know, when you first crawled or walked, things like that.”

“Aw, how cute,” she said, holding her hand out for the book. Helen smirked and began to hand it to her, then pulled it back.

“Not yet.”

“Come on Mom, let me see.”

“Uh uh. If I let you see it you won’t help me finish loading that truck. I’ll give it to you when we are done.”

Curiosity was killing Shelly so she agreed and worked hard to finish the task as fast as possible.

An hour later the truck was packed. Most of the furniture was sold off. Helen was moving into a brand new town home in Georgia and figured she could get some current furnishings.

“Okay Mom, done. Now let me see it.”

“Honey, take it home with you. There are a lot of memories here. I’m gonna lock up the house and begin driving.”

Shelly teared up and hugged her mother hard, groaning at the loss she and her family was going to experience when Helen moved away.

“I love you Mom,” she cried into her mother’s neck.

Patting her daughter softly, she returned the sentiment. Salty streaks clawed down both women’s cheeks. “I know we already had our goodbyes and all but I really hate to see you go.”

“I know honey. But I have too. Besides, Bonnie and Maura are already there, moved in. It’ll be fun for me. Since they left four years ago I HAVE been a little lonely. You know that.”

Choking a sob back Shelly nodded, knowing her mother was right. “Yeah.”

With the front door locked the women walked to the truck.

“It’s only a four hour drive dear. I’m not moving across the ocean or anything. And you can call anytime you want. With that pool I have in the back yard you and the kids can have so much fun when you visit. And I expect to see you a lot young lady,” she said, mock scolding her daughter.

Shelly laughed a little as she wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand. “Just be safe driving, okay?”

“I will. I’ll call when I arrive.” Helen entered the cab of the rental truck and started the engine. Shelly walked up to the open driver’s door window and smiled as her mother put the truck in gear and drove off down the street. As the truck turned out of sight Shelly looked up at the old house where she grew up and sighed.

Sadly, she fingered the surprise gift and entered her car, driving across town to her own home.

Her children Cindy at fifteen and Peter at twelve ran in and hugged their mother, knowing how hard it was to move their grandmother out of the house she lived inmost of her life.

“How are you doing?” Cindy asked.

Shelly shrugged. “It’s sad. But, life goes on.” She softly caressed her daughter’s soft mane of hair. “I’m going to my room for awhile.”

“Okay Mom.” Shelly made her way upstairs and into her bedroom. Closing the door she sat on her bed, fingering the thick book. Slowly, she opened it to the first page.

In her mother’s scrawl she read the time she was born, how much she weighed and how big a baby she was. And there was a picture taped to the page. It showed a red faced baby Shelly, feet up, her soft four inch baby cock laying across her round belly.

Shelly giggled at seeing herself. She noticed her egg sized balls hanging in her fleshy sack sitting against her round butt.

Turning the page showed Shelly crawling with dates and times. Her hanging cock dragging behind her on the linoleum in the kitchen.

The following pages showed her walking, birthdays, baths, all the things a mother likes to make note of.

Turning again she saw herself at six, sitting on her haunches in the kitchen, topless, playing with her now thirteen inch cock and her budding C cup tits. ‘God

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