Dearest Diary. So, Kenneth IS taking a photography class. Online or something. I'm so glad he's got a hobby. Of course, I want to support him. Anything for my baby boy. I just still can't believe what I did today. Just can't believe it. But of course I wanted to help him out. So I took a deep breath and did it. I sure did. He needed someone to help him with an assignment. And he asked to take pictures of me. Of course I agreed. But I could sense he was nervous about something. He said they had to be nudie pictures. That was a surprise. But then, of course, this is for a real art class, not smut. More like in that Titanic movie. But I guess that was painting or drawing or something. Ha, ha. I asked why he didn't get some nice, young girl in the neighborhood to pose for him. He said that is what everyone does. He thinks this would be different. Set him apart. And he said I'd look even better anyhow. What a sweet boy.
Well, he made sense so I agreed to do it. I said to do it now, before I lost my nerve. I put on some make up. (Warpaint I call it. Ha, ha.) He had me pose on the living room couch. He gave me some baby oil to rub on my body. Said it would help with the lighting or something. I hadn't put on baby oil since I tanned in high school. Lordy my. Anyhow, I was pretty nervous as I took off my clothes and oiled up. Kenneth was very polite and just watched without saying anything. He must have taken pictures of me for over an hour. He is so thorough. I'll bet he aces this class. I got more comfortable after a few minutes. He is so good at this. Having me get in different poses. Moving my arms and legs to get the poses just right. Even touching up my baby oil for me. So sweet and attentive. He told me the pictures turned out perfect and that he couldn't have a prettier model. He was just being polite, of course. Such a good boy. He offered to show me the pictures. I blushed. But of course I couldn't possibly look at them. To help with his assignment was one thing. That's art. But I didn't want to look at myself. I hope he gets an A+. He deserves it.
November 9th
Dearest Diary. I hadn't been to see a movie in a theater in years. I'd almost forgotten what it was like. The movie was ok. A bit too much of "the sexy" for me. What happened to modesty? I've never seen more girly bits, sweater puppies, and baby makers than I saw in that movie. Oh my. Oh my. Parts of it seemed almost pornographic to me. I should have walked out. I could barely keep my eyes on the screen. But it was nice seeing it with Kenneth. And I couldn't leave him there. He seemed so excited about this film. It must be real art. Anyhow, he must have thought I was cold. I guess it was a bit chilly in the theater. (But I was strangely warm for some reason.) He'd asked me to wear a skirt. I don't know why. But anything for me sweet boy. I'd forgotten I had anything that short. So I guess maybe my legs were a little bit chilled. Maybe he was right. He was nice and put his arm around me and pulled me to him to keep me warm. Sweet, but really not necessary. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I let him pull me in. His arm must have fallen asleep though. His hand slipped several times and fell into my chest. A couple of times even brushing against my mary ellens, once even touching one of my pointer sisters. Silly me. My fault for not wearing a bra. Anyhow, my poor sweetheart. He so wanted to make sure I was warm enough. And he must have known I was uncomfortable during the sex scenes. He put his hand on my bare leg to comfort me during those scenes. Such a gentleman. He must not have realized how close he was to my cave of wonders. Things even started to wake up a bit down there. Ha, ha. But I didn't want to embarrass him, so I didn't take his hand away. He's been down lately still with no job and all and the movie really seemed to perk him up. Whew. Quite a day. Ha, ha.
December 8th
Dearest Diary. Rough day at work. I got home and was so tired and sore today. So much stress I needed to release. Things got better once I took off my shoes (should have worn flats today), got out of my clothes, and put on my robe. Kenneth was so sweet. He offered to give me a shoulder rub after dinner. Usually I wouldn't impose on him like that. He's so sweet. But today my neck was really tight. The rub felt wonderful. He has very talented hands. And really relaxed me. It was funny. I was SO relaxed that it wasn't until later that I realized at some point my robe had fallen from my shoulders and Kenneth was rubbing my bare shoulders and back. It felt really good though. I didn't want to embarrass him and make a big deal out of it.
I really ought to get a professional massage at some point. Kenneth did very well though. Maybe he should get a job doing that! His touch was so tender. At some point he even unhooked my bra. He must have thought it was cutting into my skin. But it wasn't necessary, it felt fine. I don't know how long he ended up working on my neck and shoulders. Such endurance. He really took care of my stress. I will sleep well tonight! He offered to give me a massage in bed to help me sleep. So sweet. That would have been nice, but of course I couldn't ask him to do that. I told him he'd done plenty already and that I'd have no trouble sleeping at all. What a good boy. Taking such good care of his old mother. I really hope he finds a nice girl to settle down with soon. He's such a catch! But, of course, all mothers think that about their little boys.
December 24th
Dearest Diary. It is sooo cold. Our heater stopped working. It just went off like it had no power. Kenneth said he looked at it but couldn't figure it out. I'm no help. I don't even know how to find the fuse box. Ha, ha. They still have those, right? Anyhow, there's no way we'll get a repairman out until after Christmas.
It was so cold inside. I think I said that. I put on a coat and gloves to keep warm. Kenneth really enjoyed dinner. It was fun. I even drank a whole glass of wine. I may have been a bit tipsy. After dinner Kenneth pulled out a big, thick blanket so we could keep warm while watching television. It was definitely warm under the blanket, and Kenneth kept close to share his body's warmth. So thoughtful. It got so warm under the blanket I could take off my coat and gloves. Kenneth must be more tolerant of cold than I am. He just had on his favorite robe and slippers under the heavy blanket. Kenneth pulled me close to him to keep me warm. So diligent. So good to his mother. As we watched the movie I must have gotten a bit sleepy, maybe even dozed off briefly. Must have been the wine. Ha, ha. Then I realized I was nearly lying on top of Kenneth. Poor dear. I must have been crushing him. He was so kind he didn't complain a bit. But it was certainly warm and comfy in that position.
Toward the end of the movie I thought something in Kenneth's pocket was poking me. I reached down to reposition my body. Funny story. It wasn't something in his pocket. I'd forgotten he only had on a robe. It must have fallen open at some point. Probably my moving around too much while I briefly dozed off. Poor dear. It is so funny thinking back on it. I ended up touching my own son's, well you know what. So very firm and smooth. Sigh. Not the proper thing for a mother to think about of course! I'd never do that. Well, once I realized where my hand was I froze. Kenneth was a dear and pretended he didn't notice my clumsiness. I didn't want to pull away too quickly. So I slowly eased it off of him and let my hand rest on his hip. He was kind enough not to acknowledge my faux pas and we stayed like that until the end of the movie. His firmness still pressed against my body. I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for him. Such a good boy. Anyhow, I think my mistakenly and accidentally touching him was understandable given how close we had to stay to keep warm. Kenneth's hands brushed against my body as well. But just a few times. Really not that much. And I did likewise and pretended not to notice.
Anyhow, almost time for bed. Kenneth is so sweet. He offered to sleep in my bed tonight to conserve body heat. I would never have thought of that. He's so thoughtful. He also said he read in a book that it is warmer to sleep without any bedclothes on. I'm not sure how that works. And of course I've ever slept all nudie before. But it is worth a try to help keep warm. Clever AND considerate. What a wonderful son. I really hope he finds a nice girl.
