The heavy rain that had led to such a grey day outside caused small droplets on the window which trickled slowly down the glass. I studied one, watching it as it meandered as if round unseen hillsides until finally it extinguished itself as it burst against the bottom edge of the frame. Gone but not forgotten my eyes scanned the surface for the next splash of water that would be able to hold my attention.

In truth, watching the rain like this was the only thing I could focus on for the day and I hoped that nobody would look to closely to notice that I had made no progress with my tasks. It was my daughter’s fault, or at least that is what I tried to persuade myself as my mind wandered back to memories of the night before.

Bed had been calling for a while when I finally climbed the stairs, stripping naked for bed as I always did, I climbed inside and soon found the duvet to be warm and comforting. As normal, when I slept alone, I had opened a book and was working my way through a gripping fourth chapter when I had heard my daughter return. “Shhhh,” she had begged as I heard not one but two people climbing the stairs and I wondered who she had brought back to my house for the night.

“Becs, is that you?” I called out expecting to get a muffled response from the other side of my closed bedroom door.

“Yes,” came the reply and then unexpectedly my daughter opened the door to the bedroom. In that moment I was grateful that the duvet was tucked up under my armpits as stood behind her, an arm on her shoulder was a tall, toned black guy. The dark skin of his hand stood out against the exposed, pale white skin of my daughter’s shoulder as I studied the two of them. “Are you going to introduce us?” I asked, surprised that my daughter had brought a man home.

Please do not think I am naïve, I was fully aware that my daughter was sexually active, she was twenty years of age and had been dating since her mid teen’s. However, she had never, in all that time, ever, brought a boy back to the house, at least not when I was present.

“This is T,” Becs said with a smile as I noticed her cheeks redden slightly in embarrassment that I had pointed out his presence.

“T?” It was clear from my reaction that I expected to be provided with more than an initial.

“Yes T.”

“And does he have an actual name or did his parents call him T? Does he have a brother called S and a sister called Y?”

Noticeably chided by my comments, Becs smiled awkwardly at me while ‘T’ moved his hand so that it rubbed reassuringly across her back. “His name’s Terry, so we call him T.”

“And how long have you been seen Terry?” I asked making a point of using his full name.

By now Becs was becoming exasperated at my attitude, “T and I have been together for a few months and we are now emotionally exclusive.”

“Emotionally exclusive?” I asked, nodding my head sagely as if I understood what it meant.

“Yes,” Becs replied, “I’ll explain more in the morning,” and with that she closed the door, leaving me to wonder as I listened to the pair of them shuffling into her bedroom.

The unexpected interruption that had been caused by my daughter finally bringing a boyfriend home, the idea that she felt the need to sneak him in at night troubled me. Was I really such a horrible mother that she did not want me to meet her boyfriend? Troubled by such thoughts, I was unable to get back to reading my book but also unable to find solace in sleep with the result that I tossed and turned for over an hour.

As it turned out, an hour was way to long as before I could find sleep, I found myself listening to the silent rocking of my daughter’s bed. The sound of her moans distracted me, leaving my own body feeling horny and yet inside I was conflicted about the reality that it was a person who I had brought into the world. Thankfully, the sound finally ended shortly after midnight and exhausted already I soon fell into a deep sleep.

It was not to last though. Just after three in the morning the doorbell rang followed by a hurried running up and down the stairs which left me lying in bed wondering what was happening. Soon after the sounds of sex emanated from Becs bedroom again and I found myself intrigued enough to slowly creep out from under the duvet. Opening my bedroom door, slowly so as to not make a stand I stepped out into the darkened hallway where the only illumination came from a small gap in my daughter’s bedroom door.

“I didn’t bring any condoms, I figured you guys would have them.” The voice was unknown to me and I wondered if it was T.

“That’s OK,” another male voice said, “she’s on the pill.”

My curiosity was now piqued and carefully I edged towards the gap in the door until, blinking against the brightness, I was able to focus on the bed. Kneeling on all fours in the middle, naked, her slim body displayed for all to see was my daughter. In this position her bum was raised in the air as she offered her haunches to a hung black guy who I could see immediately, was not T.

How could I tell that it was not T? For a start, he did not look like him, when he had been stood in my doorway T had sported long dreadlocks whereas this man was bald. Secondly, based on my memory of him, it was clearly T who knelt on the bed in front of my daughter’s face as she sucked greedily on his cock.

I stood there and watched, probably for too long, as the two men took it in turn to enter each of my daughter’s holes one after the other. Then, sated by their experience I had to listen, as well as watch, as they took it in turns to spill their seed into her pussy.

Finally, able to head back to bed, my mind raced with thoughts about how I felt about what I had just watched. To be fair to my daughter I could not exactly criticise her for having a threesome with two guys when I had once, at a drunken party, slept with five guys at the same time. Having said that, it was one thing to do it myself and another to accept that my daughter was following my example. In the end I had not got to sleep until gone five in the morning and with a seven o’clock alarm it did not leave much chance for quality sleep.

That morning I had sat at the small table in my kitchen, eating toast and drinking a strong, black coffee, trying to ward off the tiredness I felt when T entered. He was wearing my daughter’s pink dressing gown and as I watched him, I wondered if he realised that it was a bit on the short side.

“Hey! Morning!” he said with a smile on seeing me. “I hope we didn’t disturb you last night.”

“It’s fine, I slept like a log,” I lied as I watched him lean back against the work top and cross his arms. The dressing gown rose slightly as he did, confirming in the process what I thought I could already see, that the head of his cock was hanging down below the hem of the gown. I chose not to say anything, instead I wondered what it would be like to have such an enormous penis inside me before remembering that it was my daughter’s lover I was thinking about.

There was a sharp in take of breath from the doorway to the kitchen and my daughter bounded into the room wearing a rather lacey and see through nightie. “T!” she said, her voice filled with shock, “get out of here.”

“Uhh,” he was confused by Becs’ reaction but with a playful slap on his arm she managed to usher him out of the room without saying anything else. For a moment they, disappeared from view and the only sound was a frantic whispering in the living room followed by the heavy feet of a man on the stairs.

Becs came back into the room, her face red as she watched me, “umm, sorry about that,” she said with a hint of nerves in her voice.

“It’s fine,” I replied, “it’s been a few months since my last one.” Fearing that my comment had gone to far I watched my daughter as she considered my comment.

“I thought you were dating some guy last month?”

“Mmm, I wouldn’t have called that dating, more emotionally supporting.”

“Oh!” Becs commented, her body language suddenly suggesting that she felt awkward, “I’ve had a couple like that.”

Finishing my tea, I stood up, collecting the crockery I had used and transferring them over to the sink, “then you know how for some men, attempts at sex are a bit useless. Anyway, I hope you are being careful?”

“What do you mean?” Becs asked, her voice betraying her wariness at my question.

Stepping towards her I collected my handbag from the surface behind her, bringing us close enough that we could whisper. “You know what I mean, last night, the two guys?”

“Oh, that, you heard?”

“Yes, I heard, and I know the two of them fucked you without a condom as well.”

Becs looked down at her body through the nightie, “getting pawed like that is so amazing.”

“I know,” I whispered, making sure my voice was low enough that T was not aware of the conversation. “Look I can’t criticise you myself, I’ve slept with nearly forty guys and had a drunken gangbang with five guys once, but you have to take precautions if you are going to sleep around.”

“I do,” Becs pleaded, “it is only T’s small group of trusted friends, I’ve only slept with a handful of guys.”

Unbelieving I took a moment to lock eyes with her, my lips pursed into a line. It was a look I had given her a hundred times before when I was not convinced that I was being told the truth. It was not worth the argument though, she was an adult and free to make her own mistakes. “OK,” my voice was tense as I spoke, “I need to go.” Leaning forward, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and taking hold of her hands, I squeezed them reassuringly. “I’ll see you when I get home.”

Nodding, Becs gave a slight smile as she watched me head for the front door and the journey to work.

 

Having finally replayed the events through my head I tried to bring my work back into focus. My computer had switched into a power saving mode and I had to wait for it to restart. While it did, I took a moment to scan the room, checking that nobody had seen me zone out so badly. Thankfully, my mental absence from work appeared to have gone unnoticed and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the monitor flicker back into life.

“Linda,” it was a male voice that had called to me, a voice that I instantly recognised as belonging to Ben the team leader.

“Yes,” I replied, acting as if I had spent the morning working hard.

“Can I see you for a minute?”

I nodded in agreement and rising from my seat took a moment to straighten out my skirt.

Confidently, I walked across the office, my heels clicking on the floor as I walked. There had been a thing, a year or so before, between myself and Ben but it had not worked out after I had discovered that he was married. A revelation that had come to light after his wife found the two of us in bed on the deck of his riverboat that he moored at the edge of town.

Stepping into Ben’s office, I took the time to sit down, allowing him to admire how my skirt pulled tight around my ass. He may have been a lying bastard, but he was good looking, and his large cock had pleased me every time I had taken it.

“We’ve separated,” he commented in a very matter of fact tone that suggested he felt no emotional distress in the breakup of his marriage.

“And?”

“Well, that means I am free to play the field again and, well, you know, we had such a good time before I figured that you would love to revisit our time together?” Sighing, I raised a leg, crossed it over the other and then, lifting the foot slightly I inspected it closely. “Oh come on,” Ben said, “I know you still want me, Sylvia talks about how you watch my ass every time I cross the office.

“There is no doubt,” I replied, fixing my eyes on Ben’s face and having considered my reply. “None at all, that you are incredibly hot and that we have a great time in bed together but…” Raising a hand, Ben tried to indicate that I should be silent but I was not to be shushed by such an unfaithful snake. “Your dishonesty, not just towards your wife but more importantly to me is enough to take away any real desire I have to be with you again.”

“Look, I’ll admit, I made a mistake, but this next time will be different.”

“Will it and how can you prove that?”

“Let me take you out on Friday? We’ll have a drink, some food and maybe go on to a club or something?”

In truth, I was not exactly swimming in offers at the moment and my body was starting to feel like I had taken a vow of celibacy. “OK, I’ll think about it,” I relented and then, not giving Ben another chance to speak I stood and walked from the room.

The rest of the day did not drag as the morning had and soon, I found myself stepping back through the front door of my house. “Hi Mum,” Becs called as I entered the living room to find her and T sitting on the sofa, her head resting against his chest as they watched some awful TV movie together. Sitting down in the chair opposite them, I took a moment to catch my breath before removing my shoes.

“Mum!” Becs said, her voice nervous yet inquisitive.

“Yes?”

“T was wondering…”

“Yes?”

“Look, I think it is better if he asks you himself but please don’t be offended.”

My eyes passed from Becs to her boyfriend and while he did not wilt under my gaze he did seem to hesitate at the sudden passing of the buck.

“So, what were you wondering?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Well clearly it does, or Becs wouldn’t have brought the matter up.”

My daughter leaned back, looking over her shoulder towards T, a sense of shame seeming to show on both their faces. “We’ve started now so we can’t back out,” she said.

“But you said it would be you who asked the question.”

Sitting up, so that she put a small amount of space between the two of them Becs looked at me. “You know the conversation we had this morning?”

“Yes…”

“Well T was telling me that he has a couple of friends who would love to get to know a MILF.”

“MILF?”

“Yeah it means Moth…”

“I know what it means,” I said, cutting my daughter off, “just wondering what that has to do with me?”

“Because you’re a hot MILF that some young men would enjoy spending time with?”

“Really? I don’t feel that hot at the moment.”

“Well you are Mum, look at you, long, brunette hair, a good figure that you frame with tight blouses and skirts.”

“I’m dressed for work.”

“Yeah, and think about what happened last time you went out?”

“That was three months ago Becs.”

“I know, but you called me at four in the morning to pick you up from some guys hotel room.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “OK, you may have a point there.”

“So, you’ll come out with me on Friday night and meet these friends of T?”

I hesitated, I had to, I’d already received an offer for Friday night. “Ben has already invited me out,” I replied.

“Ben?” there was a hint of shock in Becs voice. “The same Ben who was shagging you behind his wife’s back without telling you? The same Ben who you called a misogynistic and untruthful little prick?”

“Yeah, but, you know, he’s hung and I’m, well horny.”

Glancing over at her boyfriend, Becs smiled at him in a way that seemed to be almost apologetic. It was as if she was about to embarrass him, knew that it would embarrass him, but was not prepared to avoid it. “You saw the end of T’s cock this morning?”

I nodded, unable to bring myself to verbally confirm the fact in front of the guy.

“Well I happen to know, having tried it myself, that one of the guys who is looking for a MILF makes T look small.”

“Wow,” I gasped before the realisation of what my daughter had said hit me. “You want me to sleep with a guy you had already been fucked by?”

“Yes!”

For a moment my stomach lurched as I realised what was being proposed. “I’m really not certain about doing that,” I commented as my guts rolled for a second time and I wondered if I was going to be sick.

“Think about it, please.”

Feeling trapped, I had no choice but to agree that I would think about the offer rather than turn it down completely.

 

Friday night arrived too quickly, and I was not certain that I had handled it in the best way, but Jean had insisted it was the best solution and I had found myself unable to resist. My best friend, and also a work colleague, she had listened intently one lunch time as I had described my predicament to her. Did I go for dinner with Ben, the rat who had hidden his wife from me but whom I knew I was destined to end up in bed with or… did I take up my daughter’s offer and sleep with her boyfriend’s friends?

“Do both,” Jean had suggested as she had sipped on a post meal liquor to help her quell the excitement she felt at my story.

“Do both?” I had asked, shocked at the reply that she had given. “I can’t do both, they are on the same night.”

“Mmm mmm,” she nodded, her eyes watching me closely over the rim of her glass as she poured its contents into her mouth. In a previous life Jean had been an escort and amateur porn star until she had settled down with a butch dyke who had gone on to transition into a man. As such Jean was always open minded about the opportunities that life presented to her.

“So how can I, DO BOTH?” I emphasised as I asked the question.

Placing the glass back down, Jean glanced to her left and right, checking that the staff were outside of ear shot. “I know you like Ben, but you also feel betrayed and angry because of what he did to you.”

“And?”

“So, let him have a taste of his own medicine.”

My mind raced for a moment as I tried to comprehend what my friend was saying. “You mean, take him on a date and end up with the black guys?”

Jean did not need to reply, she simply picked her glass up again, a wicked look in her eye as she downed the last of its contents.

That was now, on this night I was stood in my bedroom in lacey, red lingerie with stockings studying myself in the mirror as I prepared to pull on my dress. A gentle knock at the door was followed by a slight creak as it opened slightly and Becs’ head appeared through the gap. “Hey, how’s it going? Nervous?”

“Absolutely terrified,” I replied, which was true, I was riddled with nerves, but I also knew that there was a broad and excited grin on my face.

“Can I suggest something?”

“Sure, anything that will help make this night a success.”

Opening the door further, my daughter stepped inside. She looked ravishing in the skin-tight black dress that she wore with confidence. The neck-line hung down between her boobs, exposing the side of them to the open air while the hem line stopped just below her ass.

“You look amazing,” I ventured as I watched her teeter on the black heels she was wearing.

“And you will do but I have some improvements you can make.”

Indicating for her to continue with a nod of my head, I watched as my daughter hitched up the hem of her dress. “T’s mates love it when a woman wears as little underwear as possible.”

Looking down I realised that I could see Bec’s exposed hips, the tops of her hold up stockings and between, her naked vagina with its thin line of well-trimmed hair. “What about a bra?”

“I never wear a bra for them, though I am lucky, I have small boobs unlike you.”

My eyes switched from my daughter and back towards the mirror where I studied my own reflection. “OK,” I said with a smile and with a couple of minutes of adjustment I checked myself again. Red suspenders held up a pair of black stockings which framed perfectly my now exposed pussy, hairless, the way it had been for over ten years. “Just one more thing,” I said as my daughter watched me adjust my lingerie and reaching behind, I tugged at the straps of my bra. Feeling the release of the back strap, I shrugged the rest forward until, catching the item in a hand I tossed it onto the bed. My large breasts hung free and I marvelled at how, despite my age, the nipples still stood pert and pointy.

“You’re going to go braless, even with those big things?” my daughter asked, nodding her head towards my boobs in the process.

I looked down and studied them for a moment, “do you think T’s friends will be impressed?”

“Yes,” Becs replied, her face going red as she thought about their response.

A knock at the front door brought the conversation to an end and Becs, straightening her dress left the room to answer it while I finished pulling on my own outfit.

Checking myself in the mirror I heard my daughter call up the stairs, Ben had arrived. There was a hint of aggression in her voice as she spoke, my daughter had not liked Ben since his duplicity had been exposed. She had expressed her disappointment when I had told her about my plan to see Ben first and then catch up with her and T. What I had not revealed, was that Ben would be there to watch every moment of my “Blacking,” as Becs liked to call it.

Walking down the stairs, I wondered if the hem of my dress was short enough that everybody would be able to see straight up it. Certainly, I felt slightly exposed under the short red skirt and white blouse that I had picked. My plan had been to wear a red dress but without a similarly coloured bra there was no risk of it being visible through the material now.

“Wow,” Ben and Becs said in unison as they saw me approach, red heels finishing the outfit so that I looked as hot on the outside as I felt on the inside.

Stepping towards me, Ben took hold of my hand and held it close to his body. “You look amazing,” he whispered before leaning forward and planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you,” I blushed as, his own view distracted, I met the eyes of my daughter and gave a wink that hinted at far naughtier things in the night ahead.

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