But Mom, I love him
She had met him in Junior College, at a party. He had been the perfect
gentleman, and had treated her like she was a queen.
True, most of her friends considered her a plain Jane, but this guy made her
feel like she was someone important.
That he was black, did not bother her at all. In fact, after their 3rd date,
she had ended up going to his place, and had experienced some really fantastic
sex. Even though she had been with only two other men sexually, this one was as
different as night and day.... hmmmm, yes that was a true statement. His skin
was almost a blueish black.
She had wrote her mom that she had met a wonderful guy at school, and it was
starting to turn serious.
She did not mention that he was black, because she felt she would have a hard
time explaining it in a letter.
So over the Christmas break, they were going to be staying over at her parents
home. She had some long talks with her boyfriend, explaining that her parents
were of the old school, meaning that they were not very liberal with their
thoughts on people of color..... as her father had called it, more than once.
Her boyfriend had only smiled, and told her "No problem."
When they had arrived, the first joyful hug had turned into awkward stares when
he had followed her into the house. There had been the introductions, but she
could tell her parents were not very happy with what they saw.
That first hour had been like pulling teeth. Everyone had measured their words
carefully, so as not to say the wrong thing, and you could have cut the air with
a knife, it was so tense.
After the small talk about how things were going back at school, it had been her
mother who had asked her to give her a hand in the kitchen.
She was scared about leaving her boyfriend alone with her father, but her mother
insisted on it.
No sooner was the kitchen door closed, than her mother lit into her.
"Nancy, what the heck is going on here? You bring a black boy into our house
and tell us that your in love with him?"
She wanted to turn around and leave with her boyfriend, but she loved her mother
too much to cut the cord like that.
"Mom, he is the first guy that truly loves me. He is the perfect gentleman,
and treats me like a lady"
Her mom could see it in her eyes, that her daughter was in fact in love with
this black boy. One part of her knew that this would never work out, but
another part knew that if she interfered with their relationship, she would lose
her daughter.
Over dinner, the ice had finally been broken. Her father had been asking her
boyfriend questions about what courses he was taking at school. They had talked
about sports and then they found that they both were avid hockey fans. Not for
the same teams, but that did not matter. All of a sudden, they had something in
common that they could relate to.
This did not go unnoticed by her mom. She started looking closer at this young
man, and noticed how her daughter hung on his every word, and how he in turn was
treating her daughter like they were truly in love.
As they were cleaning the dishes, while the men were in the other room arguing
about who's hockey team was the best, she finally turned to her daughter and
threw an arm around her and hugged her.
"I'm happy for you honey. He seems like a nice young man, and if you love him,
then that's good enough for us".
That had broken the friction between them, and they started talking from the
heart, instead of measuring their words. The chatter had turned to how this
young man was treating her, and if this was really going to become a serious
relationship.
"Oh mom, he makes me feel so good. Always holding out a chair when we go
dinning, or asking me what he can do to help with some of my classes. Oh, and
the love he shows me, is more than I ever imagined possible."
"What do you mean hon?"
Her daughter kind of dropped her eyes down, and softly said "Mom, in bed he
takes me to heights I never knew even existed"
Her mother looked at her and asked her what she meant.
"Mom, he is hung like a horse, and he knows how to use it"..... she had blurted
it out, before realizing what she was saying.
Her mother raised an eyebrow, and a hint of a smile crossed her face. She had
heard stories at work from the other woman, about this or that woman having gone
out with black guys. In fact, one of them at work had ended up getting pregnant
by a black man. She had left the firm where they worked, and ended up having
the baby, and moving out of state with the man. So she knew that there were
some white women, who seemed to really go for the black guys.
"Are you using protection, when you guys are having sex?"
Her daughter looked up, bit her lip, and shook her head no.
"Nancy, what the hell are you doing. Don't you know what can happen if he
doesn't use a condom"?
Her daughter nodded, but kept her eyes downcast.
That's when it hit her...."Nancy, are you pregnant?"
"Yes mom", the words send shivers up her mothers spine. They had dropped the
subject, and gone back and joined the men. But for the rest of the evening, her
mother started looking closer and closer at this young black man. As much as
she tried to envision him as a father, she kept going back to what her daughter
had said...."mom, he is hung like a horse"
Geez, why had she said that to her. Now she caught herself checking out his
crotch when he was sitting across from her. She may have been in her early
40's, but sexually she was far from dead.
She started visualizing her daughter and this black man in bed, making love.
Her thoughts kept going back to the "hung like a horse" statement, and she
wondered how big he really was. Several times she had seen that her daughter
had caught her checking out her boyfriend. Finally they both smiled at each
other, and she knew that her daughter would be telling her everything.
The next day was when it happened.... Her husband had to go back for the last
day of work before the holidays, and the two women had ended up in the garden
and out of earshot of her boyfriend.
So Nancy, just how hung is this guy?"
Nancy laughed, and held her hands apart, like a man describing the fish that had
gotten away.
Her mom's eyes got bigger and bigger, when her daughter told her that when he
was hard, it was a good eleven inches long.
"But that's not the main thing, Mom. He is thick..... i mean REALLY thick!"
Her mother had started feeling that wetness between her legs, that she had not
felt in a very long time.
Her daughter smiled and softly said "Mom, he stays hard for the longest time,
when he does me. I mean, he can go for twenty or thirty minutes before he cums,
and ten minutes later, he is ready to do it again!"
"There have been times, when I had to tell him flat out that I was just getting
too sore to continue".
"Mom"? She looked at her mother who seemed to be staring a million miles away.
"Mom... are you okay?"
"Eleven inches, Nancy... come on now, they don't get that big"
"Mom, I'm not k**ding you. The first time i saw it, I held his throbbing cock
while I measured it."
She turned her head away from her daughter, and softly said "How i wish your
father were that big. He is about five or six inches, and stays hard for about
five minutes, before he cums, and rolls off to go to sleep."
They had hugged, and he mother whispered into her ear... "Your one lucky girl."
No.... the mother didn't end up having sex with her daughters black boyfriend.
Thing like that don't happen, BUT her mother did spend many nights playing with
herself while picturing her daughter getting fucked by the black guy, while her
husband was laying next to her snoring.
After all, isn't that what every mother wants for her daughter....
gentleman, and had treated her like she was a queen.
True, most of her friends considered her a plain Jane, but this guy made her
feel like she was someone important.
That he was black, did not bother her at all. In fact, after their 3rd date,
she had ended up going to his place, and had experienced some really fantastic
sex. Even though she had been with only two other men sexually, this one was as
different as night and day.... hmmmm, yes that was a true statement. His skin
was almost a blueish black.
She had wrote her mom that she had met a wonderful guy at school, and it was
starting to turn serious.
She did not mention that he was black, because she felt she would have a hard
time explaining it in a letter.
So over the Christmas break, they were going to be staying over at her parents
home. She had some long talks with her boyfriend, explaining that her parents
were of the old school, meaning that they were not very liberal with their
thoughts on people of color..... as her father had called it, more than once.
Her boyfriend had only smiled, and told her "No problem."
When they had arrived, the first joyful hug had turned into awkward stares when
he had followed her into the house. There had been the introductions, but she
could tell her parents were not very happy with what they saw.
That first hour had been like pulling teeth. Everyone had measured their words
carefully, so as not to say the wrong thing, and you could have cut the air with
a knife, it was so tense.
After the small talk about how things were going back at school, it had been her
mother who had asked her to give her a hand in the kitchen.
She was scared about leaving her boyfriend alone with her father, but her mother
insisted on it.
No sooner was the kitchen door closed, than her mother lit into her.
"Nancy, what the heck is going on here? You bring a black boy into our house
and tell us that your in love with him?"
She wanted to turn around and leave with her boyfriend, but she loved her mother
too much to cut the cord like that.
"Mom, he is the first guy that truly loves me. He is the perfect gentleman,
and treats me like a lady"
Her mom could see it in her eyes, that her daughter was in fact in love with
this black boy. One part of her knew that this would never work out, but
another part knew that if she interfered with their relationship, she would lose
her daughter.
Over dinner, the ice had finally been broken. Her father had been asking her
boyfriend questions about what courses he was taking at school. They had talked
about sports and then they found that they both were avid hockey fans. Not for
the same teams, but that did not matter. All of a sudden, they had something in
common that they could relate to.
This did not go unnoticed by her mom. She started looking closer at this young
man, and noticed how her daughter hung on his every word, and how he in turn was
treating her daughter like they were truly in love.
As they were cleaning the dishes, while the men were in the other room arguing
about who's hockey team was the best, she finally turned to her daughter and
threw an arm around her and hugged her.
"I'm happy for you honey. He seems like a nice young man, and if you love him,
then that's good enough for us".
That had broken the friction between them, and they started talking from the
heart, instead of measuring their words. The chatter had turned to how this
young man was treating her, and if this was really going to become a serious
relationship.
"Oh mom, he makes me feel so good. Always holding out a chair when we go
dinning, or asking me what he can do to help with some of my classes. Oh, and
the love he shows me, is more than I ever imagined possible."
"What do you mean hon?"
Her daughter kind of dropped her eyes down, and softly said "Mom, in bed he
takes me to heights I never knew even existed"
Her mother looked at her and asked her what she meant.
"Mom, he is hung like a horse, and he knows how to use it"..... she had blurted
it out, before realizing what she was saying.
Her mother raised an eyebrow, and a hint of a smile crossed her face. She had
heard stories at work from the other woman, about this or that woman having gone
out with black guys. In fact, one of them at work had ended up getting pregnant
by a black man. She had left the firm where they worked, and ended up having
the baby, and moving out of state with the man. So she knew that there were
some white women, who seemed to really go for the black guys.
"Are you using protection, when you guys are having sex?"
Her daughter looked up, bit her lip, and shook her head no.
"Nancy, what the hell are you doing. Don't you know what can happen if he
doesn't use a condom"?
Her daughter nodded, but kept her eyes downcast.
That's when it hit her...."Nancy, are you pregnant?"
"Yes mom", the words send shivers up her mothers spine. They had dropped the
subject, and gone back and joined the men. But for the rest of the evening, her
mother started looking closer and closer at this young black man. As much as
she tried to envision him as a father, she kept going back to what her daughter
had said...."mom, he is hung like a horse"
Geez, why had she said that to her. Now she caught herself checking out his
crotch when he was sitting across from her. She may have been in her early
40's, but sexually she was far from dead.
She started visualizing her daughter and this black man in bed, making love.
Her thoughts kept going back to the "hung like a horse" statement, and she
wondered how big he really was. Several times she had seen that her daughter
had caught her checking out her boyfriend. Finally they both smiled at each
other, and she knew that her daughter would be telling her everything.
The next day was when it happened.... Her husband had to go back for the last
day of work before the holidays, and the two women had ended up in the garden
and out of earshot of her boyfriend.
So Nancy, just how hung is this guy?"
Nancy laughed, and held her hands apart, like a man describing the fish that had
gotten away.
Her mom's eyes got bigger and bigger, when her daughter told her that when he
was hard, it was a good eleven inches long.
"But that's not the main thing, Mom. He is thick..... i mean REALLY thick!"
Her mother had started feeling that wetness between her legs, that she had not
felt in a very long time.
Her daughter smiled and softly said "Mom, he stays hard for the longest time,
when he does me. I mean, he can go for twenty or thirty minutes before he cums,
and ten minutes later, he is ready to do it again!"
"There have been times, when I had to tell him flat out that I was just getting
too sore to continue".
"Mom"? She looked at her mother who seemed to be staring a million miles away.
"Mom... are you okay?"
"Eleven inches, Nancy... come on now, they don't get that big"
"Mom, I'm not k**ding you. The first time i saw it, I held his throbbing cock
while I measured it."
She turned her head away from her daughter, and softly said "How i wish your
father were that big. He is about five or six inches, and stays hard for about
five minutes, before he cums, and rolls off to go to sleep."
They had hugged, and he mother whispered into her ear... "Your one lucky girl."
No.... the mother didn't end up having sex with her daughters black boyfriend.
Thing like that don't happen, BUT her mother did spend many nights playing with
herself while picturing her daughter getting fucked by the black guy, while her
husband was laying next to her snoring.
After all, isn't that what every mother wants for her daughter....
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