A Daughter’s Mother (Part One)

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A Daughter’s Mother (Part One)[ This is for Julie, long-time friend and confidant, and erotic muse. For all the kind and helpful suggestions—this one is for you! Enjoy!]My daughter, Tiffany, delivered my husband and I quite a shock not long ago when she revealed that she was dating a black guy, and not just a black guy, but a considerably older black guy. My husband, Ronald, threw a huge, and noisy fit over it; and though I was definitely surprised by Tiffany’s revelation, I wasn’t angry with her (if anything, I was rather envious of her).Ronald had always been an openly racist person, and though that had bothered me at the time he and I got married, I just thought he’d grow out of it, or that my influence might at least moderate it to some degree. But none of that happened, and he’s remained a flagrant racist ever since. As I said above, I was a little envious of my daughter’s choice in dates. For one thing, I had always been intrigued by what it would be like to ‘date’ (and fuck) a black guy; and now my own daughter had done what I had only occasionally fantasized about! Then there was also another contributing factor to my inward envy of my daughters flaunting of her fathers overt racism, and that had to do with Ronald’s disappointing performance in bed. Ronald’s idea of a good fuck was for him to come as fast as possible, and then slide off and fall asleep—leaving me hanging, just getting warmed up! Plus, Ronald snored like a freight train, and I’d adopted the use of another istanbul escort bedroom to which I would repair once the snoring began; and there I’d finger my frustrated pussy and clit to the sort of orgasm Ronald seemed uninterested in helping contribute to! Tiffany and began talking about her boyfriend when Ronald was out of ear-shot, and he sounded like a really nice guy. My daughter was crazy about him, and seeing that added to my overall feelings of frustration with Ronald (as a husband and as a bed partner), and that left me feeling all the more envious of her good fortune.I wanted to me Tiffany’s boyfriend (Duane), but I knew that Ronald had no interest in meeting him, himself, so I met Tiffany and Duane at a local coffee shop one afternoon, and though I’m her mother, I confess that I was greatly attracted to this tall, well-built, and very handsome young black guy; and I actually made my panties wet while the three of us sat and sipped coffee and talked! I felt a sort of lust I hadn’t experienced in quite a while; and though I would have never come between my daughter and Duane, I found myself wishing that (somehow, someway) that I could meet some younger black guy like Duane and…well, okay, I’ll just say it: And FUCK my brains out with him! But, that, I told myself as I said goodbye to Tiffany and Duane, was totally out of the question! Though Ronald was an unrepentant racist, he had other qualities avcılar escort that I loved (though sex was certainly NOT one of those qualities).After meeting Tiffany’s boyfriend Duane, I found myself wishing more and more that I, too, could find some one like Duane; but where would I do that? I was in my mid-to-late 50’s, for gods sake! It wasn’t very likely that a guy Duane’s age would find me sexually attractive. It seemed too late for any of that now. But then…a very interesting thing happened that changed that significantly. My daughter suggested that I should meet a friend of Duane’s, a guy by the name of Tyrone, who, though younger than Duane, was particularly interested in meeting white, married females, looking for some sexual adventures but without any strings attached, or expectations of anything more than some nice fucking!”I’m not that sort of woman,” said to my daughter, protesting in what I hoped was convincing, but Tiffany just smiled and dismissed that.”Look,” she said. “I know that you and dad don’t have sex any more. Okay? It’s not a secret. I’ve know that for years.”She caught me by surprise. I’d assumed she had no idea that her father and I were, essentially, sexless, and had been for decades; but she apparently had known that!”I could never cheat on your father, Tiffany,” I replied.”I’m not suggesting you dump him! That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that your still an attractive woman. I’m saying that you should şirinevler escort get some good sex in your life. This is 2020, mom. Women can do things today that they couldn’t have years ago. Okay? Dad doesn’t ‘own’ you. Your not his property. Right? Since he’s not interested sex, that doesn’t mean your not. So, all I’m saying is that Duane might be a nice—change, a nice diversion for you. Besides, you and I both know that dad is totally obsessed with himself. Right? You know that. I know you know that. He’d never suspect that you were…that you were, with someone else. It would never occur to him! I’m just talking about sex here, mom. You’ve gone without that for a long time! Okay? So, think about it.”Then she handed me a slip of paper on which she had written Duane’s phone number. “Text him,” she said as I took the paper.I looked up at my daughter and saw that she was smiling.”Come on, mom. Do it. Have an adventure! You deserve to.” She hugged me and then said that it was up to me if anything else was ever going to happen. She paused and then added, still smiling: “You need to have a good fuck, mom! Do it. Duane’s nice! I think you’d like him. I do. Think about it. Okay?””Okay,” I replied, feeling butterflies in my tummy as I said so. Tiffany hugged me again, and then she left the room. I did nothing at first. I kept Duane’s phone number hidden in my purse for several weeks; and then one day, on a whim, I sent him a text, identifying myself as Tiffany’s mother. I awkwardly described my possible interest in maybe meeting him somewhere for coffee, and ‘talking.’ As I sent the text, I had a burst of panic, but it was too late to delete the text by then.He agreed with my idea! I was stunned at first. So, the next day we met at a local coffee shop, and that’s how it began.(Part Two will arrive later!)

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