This is the first part of a story about a woman who goes from being a
normal mother to being a rapist, then a pedophile and eventually a serial
killer.  If this is the type of stories you enjoy reading please by all
means send me a mail, like minded dudes as well as ladies are very welcome
to mail me!  I'm taking my time with this story so please keep that in
mind, this 1st part is the beginning of the introduction only.

   dianevanhoogendijk@gmail.com

   I've never even considered myself a bad person, I give to charity, I
bake cookies for my children's school fund raiser and I recycle for god
sake.  I'm neat, I'm tidy, I'm kind, I would even say I'm better than most
people.  I have weaknesses like everyone sure, I'll even go as far as to
say I've got impulse control issues but to say I'm bad or evil even, well I
just don't think of myself that way despite of the things I do.  I don't
condone violence in any form be it physical or sexual.  Nothing makes me
sadder than reading about rape and murder in the papers or online, though
at the same time....  I guess what I'm saying is please don't judge me for
the stories I'm about to tell.  I'm just somebody who puts herself and her
orgasm above other people's well-being, and after putting my children and
husband first for so many years I think I deserve some happiness too.

   It all began 15 years ago but I remember it as clearly as if it had
happened yesterday.  I was with my best friend at the time Diane, we were
our 30th birthday together.  Nothing big, nothing fancy, we'd both left our
kids and husbands at home and gone off on a spa-weekend together.  Diane
and I had been best friends since college, I've never had anything but
friendly warm feelings for her, perhaps too friendly but I've never desired
her in a more intimate, sexual way, to this day I still don't believe that
I do.  But somehow something were different this weekend, I felt more
relaxed than I'd done in a very long time.  Not simply because of the spa
or being away from my husband and kids but because of something else too
that I couldn't quite put my finger on, maybe finally leaving my dreaded
20's behind had something to do with it.

   Either way we'd been laughing and having fun all day and night long,
going from treatment to treatment and sharing a wonderful 3 course dinner
together.  It truly was the perfect weekend.  After dinner we headed back
to our room to continue the party and raid our mini fridge.  I guess that's
when it all began to change for me, I suddenly got strange urges I had
never had before, perhaps the alcohol was playing games with my mind but
now years later I truly believe the new side of me that was revealed that
night was always bound to show it self no matter what had happened that
weekend.

   Diane was fetching some mini bottles of vodka from the minibar and I
suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to masturbate, not cause I was turned
on by her appearance but because she was right there in the room and it was
just so naughty doing it behind her back without her noticing.  Without
even thinking twice about it I instinctively stuck a hand inside my lose
fitting sweatpants and began rubbing my pussy through the surprisingly
already increasingly damp crotch of my panties.  Almost immediately though
I had to pull my hand out of my pants as Diane turned around to face me
again.  It became almost like a game seeing how often I could sneak a hand
down my pants and panties to masturbate without her noticing it.  Every
time she looked away, even if just for a second or had to go to the
bathroom I furiously rubbed my pussy but every time I began nearing an
orgasm I had to cut short when Diane returned her gaze at me.  It started
to become more frustrating than fun.

   Sure I could have sneaked off to the bathroom and brought myself off in
privacy but that sort of defeated the purpose, I wanted to cum but I wanted
Diane in the room when I did.  Feeling a little bolder though I decided to
leave my hand resting inside my panties as she came back from the bathroom.
She looked at me a little weird but said nothing of it.  Slowly I began
running my fingers through my wet bush but making sure not to move my arm,
just teasing my pussy.  Eventually I stood up and grabbing my panties began
pulling them up above my sweats, they were white and no doubt the wetness
would have probably been quite visible had I pulled my pants a bit lower
but I stopped myself short of doing that and instead pulled my undies up a
few inches and let my fingers run against the soft material of the panties.

   Again Diane looked a bit confused but said nothing, her quiet acceptance
of what I was doing was exciting and I'd even go as far as to say it began
turning me on a bit.  Every so often as we chatted about work, family, the
future, this and that I stood up tugging at my panties, pulling them up
higher and higher till they were as high as they'd go.  My undies were now
pulled up so high they were covering my belly button and my crotch was
straining against my pussy when I tried to pull my underwear up higher, it
felt wonderful and I accidentally let out a quiet but still quite audible
moan of pleasure.

   Diane was shifting a little in her chair now, beginning to look a little
uncomfortable with the show I was giving her.  It only served to heighten
my excitement, I needed to take things a bit further.  I was wearing a semi
long top, that wasn't exactly tight or lose but somewhere in the middle, I
had let it ride up to reveal my panties but now pulled it down.  I wanted
Diane to think I was beginning to realise what I was doing and "coming to
my senses".  In a way I suppose that was exactly what I was doing but not
the way she had hoped.  Now instead I began to slowly ease my pants down
lower and lower down my hips till my top was just barely covering my
panties as long as I didn't move.

   It had all been so subtle that Diane hadn't noticed, but I wanted her to
notice, I wanted her to react so I began sagging my pants down even further
till the crotch of my white (now nearly see-through because of my juices)
panties were revealed.  I let out another quite moan as I ran my fingers
over my wet crotch.

   "Okay what's going on?"

   Clearly Diane knew something was up, I had expected the question but
even so she caught me off guard, I simply blushed, mumbled something
incoherent and tugged at my top.  It was as if I was sobering up and the
daring had been knocked out of me.

   "I think maybe it's time we go to bed, we're both pretty drunk and we've
got an early start tomorrow".

   I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom, what was wrong with me I
thought to myself, I wasn't really that drunk but it seemed like a good
excuse to use, to lie to myself and explain away my sudden uncharacteristic
behaviour.  We didn't speak much after that, instead simply got changed
into our nighties which was just really t-shirt and panties and climbed
into our twin bed to sleep.

   That night I had trouble sleeping, I kept thinking about the evening,
about me, it had been an exciting night and in retrospect I definitely felt
no embarrassment about what I'd done.  The look Diane had displayed, of
confusion, uncomfortableness and quiet acceptance kept playing in my mind.
Suddenly I wanted more again, I opened my eyes and saw Diane curled up on
the other side of the bed and I couldn't resist inching myself closer to
her.  She was fast asleep and I moved myself to within an inch of her and
smelled her hair, it smelled wonderful like rose pedals and I could feel my
panties beginning to dampen again.  I couldn't resist touching her, ever so
lightly brushing my hand over her shoulders and against her heaving perfect
little breasts, Being careful not to wake her up though.  Feeling
emboldened by this act of courage I gently worked my hand down lower and
ever so carefully let it rest against her t-shirt covered crotch.  God at
that time I would have done anything to have her shirt ride up so I could
have run my eager fingers against her panties but no such luck.

   Once again I felt horny and frustrated, I wanted so badly to stick my
hand down her panties to bring her off or better yet use her hand bring me
to climax.  Again not cause I had any romantic feelings towards Diane,
certainly not but just because it was so naughty and wrong.  I knew that
wasn't possible though, I wasn't brave enough yet so instead I turned back
around to my own side of the bed, horny and frustrated.  Then I got an
idea, an extremely exciting one at that.

   I sat up in bed and very carefully moved myself into position above
Diane's sleeping face.  Then sticking my right hand down my panties I
finally allowed myself to have my long awaited and earth shattering climax.
Flicking my fingers against and teasing my clit at first as I began nearing
orgasm I started pistoning my fingers in and out of my soaking cunt nearly
fisting myself as my panties were flooded with my sweet juices.  I nearly
bit my tongue off in order to stop myself from screaming out loud as wave
after wave of pleasure crashed through my body.  But I couldn't just do
nothing so lightning quick I sat down pressing my soaking panties against
her unsuspecting face and as quickly as I'd done that got off her face and
pretended to be fast asleep.  She definitely felt my panties on her face
and probably some of my wetness too but she was a bit drunk and simply
muttered something incoherent and went back to sleep.  I felt proud of
myself as if I had done something good and fell asleep too with a big smile
on my face.  I knew this was only the beginning of a new and wonderful
life.

   If I only knew then what I know now I might have tried to stop myself
from going any further.  If I had known about the path if would lead me
down.  But I didn't at the time, I just thought it was a bit of innocent
fun and my thoughts the next morning was only on how to take things
further. I woke up early and decided to make breakfast for us, buttering
the scones, bad thoughts began entering my mind again, bad horny thoughts.
Subconsciously I had begun masturbating and I wondered what would happen if
instead of butter I smeared my cunt cream all over the scones.  Would she
notice.  I had to find out so I withdrew my hand from my pussy, I was
covered in my wetness and I very lightly coated the scones with my juices
and then went to wake Diane up.

   By now I was as excited as a child on Christmas morning, sure I was a
bit worried how she'd react but I could always explain it away as a stupid
practical joke I figured.  As worried as I was about her getting upset at
me, I was almost more worried about her enjoying the taste of me on her
breakfast scones.  I needn't have worried though everything went perfect.
She definitely knew something was up with the scones but having never gone
down on a woman before or tasted her own syrup she didn't recognise the
taste I guess, she made a face but kept on eating, not wanting to be rude I
guess.  I had to fight the smile on my face and hoped she didn't notice
that one hand was now buried inside my undies.  Secretly climaxing right
there at the breakfast table with my best friend none the wiser as she
munched down on my specially prepped scones, at that moment I was in heaven
and I seriously didn't think it could get better than that.

   But just like before as soon I had come down again from my orgasm, I
realised I needed more I needed to push myself further.  It was a power
thing, she was mine and I could do whatever I wanted to her and get away
with it, I was in control.  We talked about the day ahead, this and that,
all the while I kept rubbing myself under the table not to bring myself off
but just cause she wasn't aware of it and made me feel good.  Eventually
Diane excused herself to go to the bathroom and suddenly I felt like I
needed to show her what I was doing, I didn't want to hide anymore.  I
moved over to sit on our bed began openly masturbating.  When Diane came
out of the bathroom, she immediately looked away in shock.

   "Oh my god, what are you doing?"

   She asked me as if she didn't already know, my plan had been to play
along and pretend I didn't want her to see me but what was she going to do.
I felt like I was in control and instead didn't take my eyes off of her,
focusing instead on my impending climax.  Diane was so confused and didn't
know what to do, she simply stood there like an idiot trying not to look at
me as I kept on masturbating.

   An awkward weird silence, neither me nor Diane knew what to say,
eventually I began moaning loudly and Diane put on a robe and left the
room. I was so close to cumming but without her in the room watching me I
couldn't do it.  So far I had gone along with my new feelings without
questioning them much but things were definitely weird now, I couldn't
begin to explain what had come over me even if I wanted to.  Diane didn't
want to bring the event up and I certainly wouldn't either.  The rest of
the day we kind of spent apart, Diane kept her distance to me I guess she
was too weirded out.

   I suppose I was too, everything was happening so quickly, I had always
been so repressed and now all of that was changing, it was like a complete
personality change was occurring, as if I was shedding the cocoon of my old
boring, repressed, conservative personality and blossoming into a
beautiful, powerful, sexy, seductive butterfly.  I was sure I wasn't a
lesbian or even bi but all I could think of was having Diane's preferably
unwilling face pressed against my pussy as I made her eat me out, it felt
like the logical next step for me and somehow I had to make it happen.

   If this is the type of stories you enjoy reading please by all means
send me a mail, like minded dudes as well as ladies are very welcome to
mail me!
   dianevanhoogendijk@gmail.com