A mother finds out that her daughter really loves her when she shares her boyfriend with her

I’ve always had great relationship with my daughter;
she’s my confidant and my best friend. She always was,
since she could talk.

My husband died tragically several years ago. This
brought Sally and I even closer together, and I thanked
God for the strength we gave each other.

Sally was only 14 when her father died, so I was alone to
guide her through her adolescence.

Sally is beautiful and personable, and has always been a
popular girl. It could have been difficult for her as
colored girl growing up in a mainly white middle-class
neighborhood like ours, but thanks to her personality and
good looks, she’s never had a problem finding friends.

As I’ve said, she was my confidant and best friend; we
talked about love and sex more as friends than as mother
and daughter. Sally lost her virginity at 16, and wasted
no time telling me about it. Of course, as her mother, I
couldn’t help but be upset. But as her friend, I could
only be happy for her. She was positively glowing with
the excitement and fulfillment of it. I was truly glad
that her first experience had been so positive, lord
knows mine wasn’t.

A year later she was still seeing the same boy. His name
was Kenny.

And I was still alone, not having had a man since before
my husband had fallen ill.

“Mom, isn’t it time you found a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend? What kind term was that? I had just turned 40
years old. I might find a lover, but it was unlikely to
be someone who could be referred to as a “boyfriend”.

“I really don’t feel ready yet for a new relationship,
Sally.” I told her.

“Okay, but at least you could find a lover. You’re a
good-looking woman, mom. I bet there’s lots of guys who
would be interested in you.”

She was right. By good fortune, I’ve kept my good looks.
It really is just luck. I’m careful to eat healthily, but
I’ve never been into any kind of exercise or sport trip.
Nonetheless, I still have a fine trim figure, and a
smooth even complexion. There is no gray in my hair, and
it’s still thick, black and shiny. All right, so I go to
the beauty parlor once a week, but the color is natural.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all Sally. But I just don’t want
to devote the time that it would take. There are a couple
of guys down at the office who’ve been pestering me for a
date, but I’m not really interested in either of them.”

“Come on, out with it, mom. What are they like?”

“In their 50s.”

“Okay. Never mind them. There must be other guys giving
you the look.”

“Well, yes, there are sometimes. But the whole dating
thing really turns me off. I haven’t dated for 20 years,
I don’t remember how.”

“I don’t think there’s anything to know, mom. The guy
asks you out, you say ‘yes’, and he takes you to a movie
and buys you dinner. If the dinner was good, you let him
come in when he brings you home. If he’s cute, you let
him spend the night. And in the morning I’ll make you
both a nice breakfast!”

We both had a good laugh at that.

“That’s really sweet of you, Sally. But I just don’t feel
like getting into it, all the bullshit; ‘what do you do?
What’s your sign? What’s your gross annual income?'”

When she said to me; “How about a night with Kenny? I bet
you wouldn’t mind that!” I assumed she was joking.

“Now a nice young hunk like Kenny would go down with that
idea, I just couldn’t imagine. You can do the dating
rituals, and then send him to my room for sex!” I said
jokingly.

“Oh mom, he’s so sweet! I think you’ll just love him!”

“You’re not serious!”

“Sure! What’s wrong with it? You’re always so good to me,
mom. You buy me things, you cook for me. I’d love to be
able to do something for you for a change.”

“I really don’t think it would be a good idea Sally.
Kenny is your boyfriend, and I do think he’s a sweetie.
But I don’t want anything coming between us, especially
not a boy.”

“Shit, mom. It’s not like I’m going to marry him or
something. Actually, I don’t think our relationship is
going to last much longer anyway.”

I was surprised by that, “Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s starting to get old. As you always
told me, these things come and go, especially at my age.
So, tell me why you shouldn’t sleep with Kenny.”

“He’s about 23 years younger than me, for one reason.”

“So? You’re a beauty, and he’s a hunk. I’m not suggesting
you settle down with the guy, just have some fun with
him. You need it, you deserve it. You’ve been working too
much lately, and you need a break. Some relaxation.”

If this was Sally at 17 years old, imagine what she was
going to be like by the time she was my age? I thought.

“I’m sure Kenny wouldn’t be interested in an old lady
like me.”

“Okay, mom. I’ll make a bet with you. If Kenny is
“interested”, as you put it, he spends the night with
you. If he’s not, then he doesn’t!”

“Fine. And how do we discern if he’s interested?”

“Nothing could be easier. I’ll ask him.”

Well, she’d worked me into a corner. Perhaps I allowed
myself to be worked, I don’t know.

Kenny often spent the night at our place, with Sally. I
know some people think that I’m way too liberal, but the
fact is that they’re going to do it. Girls and boys do,
no matter what their parents say or think. I like to know
that Sally is safe at home, and if she’s getting laid,
let it be in her own bed. Comfortable, safe, and secure.

I like Kenny; as I said, he’s a sweetie. And as Sally
said, he’s a hunk. He was always so respectful toward me;
“Let me get that for you Mrs. Johnson.” Or; “I’ll do the
dishes tonight, Mrs. Johnson. Thanks for the great meal!”

Relationships don’t seem to last very long these days,
and I knew it was incredibly unlikely that my daughter’s
relationship should be any different, but somehow I’d
always imagined Kenny as a lovely son-in-law.

I tried to put it out of my mind, a sexual encounter with
a young stud like Kenny. But he came over the next day
after school.

“Hi, Mrs. Johnson! Is Sally upstairs?”

Oh he was lovely. Young, fresh, enthusiastic, energetic.
As I looked into his face I couldn’t help but think of
taking him into my arms, kissing his young lips, tasting
his young mouth. His clear blue eyes radiated health.

“Yes, Kenny. Go on up.” I told him.

As I busied myself in the kitchen, I found myself
wondering what his penis looked like, if the skin of his
trim round butt was as white and smooth as his face.

I called the kids down for dinner after a couple of
hours.

As we ate, I thought Kenny was looking at me differently.
I had the idea that he was sizing me up whenever I was
looking in another direction. Could Sally have actually
asked him? Never, I thought. How could a girl possibly
ask her boyfriend if he was interested in her mother
sexually? Never.

“Mom,” Sally said after dinner, “I’m going to spend the
night over at Joanne’s place. I’ve already phoned her,
and it’s cool.”

I stared at her. No. She didn’t. She was poker faced. I
looked at Kenny. He was starting to blush.

“I’ll, um, I’ll do the dishes!” And without meeting my
eyes, he gathered up the plates and headed for the
kitchen.

“Sally! You didn’t actually ask him?”

She pretended to be busy with something, and wouldn’t
meet my eyes either.

“I sure did, mom. And guess what he said?”

She looked up at me, and the grin on her face was so
wide, that I couldn’t help but laugh. This was so
ludicrous, so ridiculous. She wasn’t serious.

She laughed as well, but she was completely serious.

She was out the door within seconds. She had known me her
whole life, she knew me perfectly. She gave me no
opportunity to object.

I have to admit that if I really hadn’t wanted Kenny, I
would’ve found a way to object. But I didn’t find a way,
did I?

I went into the kitchen. Kenny was drying the dishes.

“Kenny.”

He turned, and met my eyes with his at last. This was
awkward.

Awkward is not a strong enough word for the situation.

He didn’t seem to have anything to say; what could he say
to a woman more than twice his age, whom he was supposed
to now seduce?

“Kenny, this is a little strange. I really like you, I
think you’re a fine young man. I don’t know what Sally
said to you exactly, but, um, maybe it would be better if
you just went home.”

I was trying to judge his emotions; it was difficult.
Something between relief and disappointment. I’d expected
him to bolt. But I had underestimated the young fellow,
he stood his ground.

“If that’s what you want, Mrs. Johnson.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Of course I was
conflicted, my sense of moral decency was totally
clashing with my animal desire. My carnal desire to have
him, lie with him….

I suddenly realized that I hadn’t replied. That I was
simply staring at him, staring at him with lust in my
heart, with fire between my legs.

“I’m not sure what I want, Kenny. What about you? Do you
really want…. want to be with me? Did Sally pressure
you somehow?”

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Johnson. The idea of
spending the night with you…. It excites me.”

He was blushing beet red, but he kept eye contact with
me. What would I regret more, I thought to myself; taking
advantage of this young man, or letting this opportunity
slip by?

He met me halfway across the kitchen floor. Our arms
opened, closed around each other, pull each other close.
I was wearing high heels, I usually did. It made me
slightly taller than him. His hands caressed the skin of
my back through the thin blouse I was wearing, his young
pink lips found mine, rational thought abandoned me.

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” He said to me between
kisses, running one hand gently, respectively, over my
behind, testing the firmness of my flesh through my
skirt.

“Kenny, this is wrong. We shouldn’t.”

But we wanted to. We both wanted to very much. Finally, I
surrendered to my base desire. I took his hand in mine,
and led him up the stairs to my bedroom.

My breasts are still full, although they do hang some. My
ass isn’t what it was. I still look good, good for a 40-
year-old woman. Kenny’s lover was my seventeen-year-old
daughter. I was afraid of his reaction when he would see
my naked body for the first time.

He removed his trousers, and I immediately knew that
everything was okay. His cock was beautiful, pink, stiff.
Fully erect, fully erect just looking at me. It made me
incredibly happy, that I’d inspired his young desire. His
lust for me was perverse, I knew that. But I didn’t care,
his lust was real, he was real. His young body was very
real.

I had loved my husband very much, bless his soul. But he
had had a weak libido. It had taken a lot to excite him,
and then to keep him excited.

The contrast with young Kenny couldn’t be greater.

Of course I had fantasized, even before Sally had ever
brought it up, I’d fantasized about Kenny’s young body.
He was the only male in my vicinity most of the time, how
could I help it? The fantasies had been harmless. This
wasn’t. Or perhaps it was, I was confused.

His hands on my skin were delicious, his lips delectable.
His body was so white against mine. I had only ever been
with two men, and I had never been with a white man
before. I noticed that I was thinking of Kenny as “a
man”.

I put my hand on his stiff penis, it was warm, soft on
the outside and hard on the inside.

When my husband was alive, I used to shave myself all the
way up. I regretted now that I had not done that for
quite a while. I shaved my legs regularly, I had to look
good for my job, but my pubes were long and curly. Kenny
went down on me regardless, and just the wickedness of it
was nearly enough to bring me to climax. But his young
tongue so enthusiastically working to please me, his
clear blue eyes staring up at me, his pale hands roaming
over my dark skin.

I couldn’t stop myself, I clutched his blond hair and
cried as I came, came for the first time, by another, in
years.

I had always heard that white men were inadequate lovers
with inadequate cocks. I can’t say I’ve taken a very
large sample, but all I can say girls, is give them a
try.

He entered me, I lay on my back with my knees up, and he
crawled up between my legs and entered me. Oh, it was
good. Very good. I’d forgotten how good.

“I can’t hold it.” He said in my ear.

“Don’t hold it, Kenny. You can come, come.” I whispered
back, clutching his beautiful round firm ass in my hands.
I felt the spasm move through his body, his young muscles
contracting, relaxing, contracting again. He clutched me,
squeezed my older body while he blessed me with his
sticky white complement.

When I felt him come, I came again, I came with him.

We relaxed afterwards, cuddling together, kissing,
caressing.

I slept better than I had for years. I awoke, thinking it
had all been a dream. Then I heard the gentle snores of
my child lover, sleeping peacefully next to me in my bed.

His broad pale back was uncovered. He was on the high
school football team; he had an excellent build. I
wondered what he would be feeling as he woke, finding
himself in bed with woman more than twice his age, his
girlfriend’s mother.

I reached over, and gently touched his ivory skin. I ran
my fingers gently across his shoulder blades, down the
indentation of his spine. He was so lovely, I wanted to
eat him.

I had been worried that I would feel disgusted with
myself. I realized now that I wasn’t quite that prudish.
I felt happy, I had no regrets. Kenny could go back with
Sally, they could get married, or they could split up,
whatever. The sex we had shared, the joy he had given me.
That was good. That was mine.

He was awake. He hadn’t moved, but I knew that he was
awake. I continued to caress him. I started to massage
him, his wonderful physique pliant in my hands.

I lowered the quilt, uncovering his wonderful round ivory
ass. So white under my brown hands, so firm, young and
luscious.

I had only meant to be affectionate, but I couldn’t
resist the allure of him. I slid my hand under, to his
balls. He lifted his hips. I slid my arm further, to his
beautiful young sex. He was hard, hard as iron.

He rolled over, and we were in each other’s arms once
more, grappling, holding, consuming each other. It filled
me with joy that he should want me again. Our combined
lust was like fire.

He fucked me simply and hard, and once more we shared our
orgasms in my once lonely bed.

We showered together; so sweet, so romantic. Was romance
possible between a 40-year-old woman and seventeen-year-
old boy? After that night, anything was possible.

We soaped each other, and then we kissed for a while, our
warm soapy bodies sliding over each other.

It was unbelievable to me, but he was hard again. I had
forgotten what young men could do. Or perhaps I had never
really known.

We dried off, and still naked, I led him back to the bed.

Now was the time for variations; now I wanted to show him
things, things I had done with my husband, for my
husband, to arouse him.

Kenny of course, didn’t need arousing. But that didn’t
mean he wouldn’t enjoy this.

I sucked his young cock for the first time, I cradled his
lovely balls in my palm.

I pressed my finger against his anus, I pushed it a short
way inside.

I pushed him onto his side, he was passive and compliant.
I rimmed him, licking his pink young hole while I pulled
on his penis with my hand.

I pushed him once more onto his back, and climbed onto
his lovely pole, and pinched his nipples while I rocked
back and forth, bringing myself to the edge.

But this wasn’t for myself, this was for him, my young
Adonis.

I took myself from my pleasure, and engulfed him with my
mouth once more.

He moaned with ecstasy, but I pulled away when I felt his
orgasm was approaching, blowing on him gently to cool his
fire.

I worked over his young body for at least half an hour,
keeping him always on the edge.

Then I told him, my face an inch from his, our breaths
intermingling; “I’m going to suck you now until you come.
I want you to come in my mouth, I want you to come hard.
Will you do that for me?”

“Yes.” He said, and I kissed him, pushing my tongue deep
into his mouth, our naked bodies knotted together.

It was amazing that it was possible for him to have such
a powerful orgasm, considering how he’d performed in the
previous 12 hours. I swallowed it down joyfully, and we
lay together cuddling for a few minutes before I rose to
make breakfast.

*

Sally came in as we were eating. She looked from one of
us to the other, and started to laugh.

“Well, I don’t have to ask how things went!”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh.” She replied.

*

People noticed at work, too.

“Why Alice, you’re looking positively radiant today!” My
boss told me.

“Say, Alice. Have you done something with your hair?”
Said one of my colleagues.

“Alice! Did you meet someone?” asked my secretary.

*

I didn’t think it likely that Kenny would want to be my
lover again, but I knew now that I did need loving. I was
ready to start living again, even if it meant having to
grind through all those dating rituals that I’d been
complaining to Sally about.

But Kenny did want to be my lover; in fact, he started
spending almost every night at our house. Sally and I
shared him.

I was amazed, I still am, and how smoothly it went. I
would have expected us to get jealous of each other, but
somehow we didn’t. Perhaps it was the love that Sally and
I share. She truly didn’t resent me enjoying myself with
Kenny, and I definitely didn’t resent her, either.

I suppose everyone will think it’s obscene, mother and
daughter sharing a man. All I can say is it felt right.
Well, it felt good anyway.

Sally won a scholarship to Stanford, and she’s gone off
to school now. Kenny is at a local university, and has
moved in with me.

We tell everyone that he’s just renting a room from me. I
don’t know if everyone believes that!

I don’t know what will happen now. I wonder if Sally will
meet a new boy at Stanford, and what will happen when she
comes back for the summer.

What I do know is that I haven’t felt this good for at
least 10 years. I know this can’t last, Kenny will have
to move on soon. And I’m a little worried about the way I
keep fantasizing of having his baby.

I’m afraid that perhaps I’m in love, and it must
inevitably end in tragedy.

Meanwhile, I worship him. I feed him, keep him. I buy
sexy negligees, I shave my pussy, I suck his cock for
hours, I rim him. I even sit with him while he watches
football on TV. Now that’s love!

And he’s good to me, he never makes me feel old. He still
gets turned on by me, he still screws me silly.

What can I do?

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