My Daughters Boyfriend

My daughters new boyfriend melted my racist heart and taught me to love.

I was a typical middle class woman living with my family in Vermont. My parents were very racist and because of that, my brothers, sisters and I were racist as well. When I was in school I had a crush on one of the only black boys and when my mom found out, I was grounded for a week. My parents said they wouldn’t tolerate their daughter race-mixing. Eventually I went to college and got married. My husband was a soldier and we had three children together. My oldest daughter was named Chloe, my middle son was named Alex, and my youngest daughter was named Katie. They were 8, 5, and 3 years old when my husband died. For years I was devastated and I became more overbearing and controlling of my children then ever. Any time my daughters would look at a black boy I would scold them.

Thankfully, although I didn’t think so at the time, my oldest daughter had the opposite response I did to my racist parental remarks. All through highschool she would intentionally try to piss me off by dating all the black boys. There were more of them now which concerned me but not as much as the fact that my daughter was hanging around them all the time. Soon enough my oldest daughter went off to college and I was left alone with my son and daughter. She would call me on the weekends and keep me updated on her classes. I knew she was out partying but I just hoped she was staying safe. Then one day she called me and said she’d be coming home for spring break and she’d be bringing her new boyfriend home with her.

I was as nervous as I was excited. I would get to see my sweet little girl again and meet the man she had chosen, I just hoped that he wasn’t black. My hopes were soon dashed when I saw my little girl walking up the driveway with a big black man hanging on her. It made me so upset to see her like this, I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t just find a nice white man to be with. Soon they got to the door and when I stood there opening it, my daughter could see the disgust and disappointment in my face.

“Hello mommy! I missed you so much, meet my new boyfriend, Marcus!” Chloe said giddily.

“Hello Mrs. C, I’m Marcus. It’s nice to meet you, Chloe told me a lot about you”, Marcus said. He was genuinely happy to meet me but I felt totally the opposite about him.

“Hello Chloe, Hello Marcus”, I replied without much enthusiasm.

“So sweety how long have you know each other for?” I asked Chloe.

“We’ve been dating for seven months now, mom. He’s been the sweetest man I’ve ever met. He’s always so romantic and takes me on such wonderful dates”, Chloe said.

“Is that so? Well Marcus, besides my daughter, what are you interested in?”, I asked in a rude tone.

“Well actually I’m on a scholarship playing football, but I’m studying English, that’s how I met Chloe. She was in my English class last fall and we hit it off. She came and watched all the games and cheered me on.” Marcus said.

“Oh really, well I don’t know what my daughter has told you about me but I’m very protective of my children.” I said almost ignoring his statement entirely.

“Mom don’t be so mean. He’s a great man and he treats me nothing but love and respect just like you want.” Chloe said rolling her eyes at me.

“Can I see you in the kitchen please? Marcus, you just stay there, make yourself comfy.” I said sternly.

Chloe got up and followed me down the hall into the kitchen. I could tell she was upset with me but I didn’t care. When we got to the kitchen I turned around and launched into her.

“What the fuck are you doing bringing some black guy home with you? Into MY house? Haven’t I told you enough times I don’t want you being with their kind, and seven months? I suppose you’ve been fucking him too? Why can’t I have a daughter that just listens to me and respects my wishes?” I said rapid fire trying to keep my voice down.

“Jesus mom, it’s not the 1950’s anymore. White girls can be seen with black guys and not get punished for it you know. I thought now that I’m an adult you’d treat me like one and accept my choice but I guess not. I do respect your wishes mom, I have dated white guys before, it’s just they don’t make me feel the same way Marcus does. He’s so kind and loving, when he kisses me it gives me butterflies.” Chloe responded.

“I just don’t want my daughter having children with someone like him. What happens when you get knocked up and he disappears? Who’s gonna want some white girl with a half black baby as their wife? What happens if Katie sees you and tries to get with some black guy, too? Am I supposed to let my daughters fall into the hands of black thugs who only want them for sex?” I said angrily.

“Oh my God mom, it’s not that serious! He’s not the kind of guy to just abandon me if I got pregnant, and I know cause I told him I’m waiting till marriage to have sex. All the white guys I’ve met run away when I say that but he stayed by, and so what if Katie sees us together? She can make her own choices in men and I’ll accept them as her sister like you should as her mother. Also, no, your daughters aren’t falling into the hands of black “thugs”, Marcus is a responsible man with loving and caring parents. When they found out he was dating a whiter girl, they weren’t upset, so why can’t you be more like them, huh?” Chloe replied.

“You know what, fine, since you won’t respect my wishes I’ll let you see for yourself what happens. i just hope you aren’t saddled with a mixed baby at the end of it.” I said.

“I just hope one day you’re able to see in him what I do, mom. I love him and just want to be happy.” she said with a saddened tone.

We make our way back to the living room and I see Marcus looking at a picture of my husband with the kids. As much as I hated the thought of him being here with my daughter I looked him up and down. He was a tall 6’3″ man with light brown skin and a lean muscular build. I could see a noticeable bulge in his pants from the side and despite my prejudice, I admit I got a little flustered. As we entered the room he turned and said, “You have a good looking family Mrs. C, I hope I can have a family like yours one day”.

“Oh, well, thank you Marcus you’re very kind, and please call me Cindy.” I said in response.

“We were just getting dinner finished up if you want to follow me to the table.” Chloe said.

“Thanks, I’m starving after that drive. Will your other kids be joining us Cindy?”

“Oh no, they’re both out with friends tonight, it’ll just be us.” I replied.

We sat around eating dinner for hours. I did start to warm up to him a bit but I still couldn’t get over his skin. He was the perfect man, even someone I would’ve married, but he was black and I couldn’t get my mind over it. After a long conversation, Marcus got up and said he’d help clean the dishes. I was surprised cause in my mind, black people weren’t supposed to be this nice and responsible. I accepted and lead him to the kitchen. I washed and he dried the dishes, the work going by quick with his help. I told him where the dishes went and as he came down from putting them away he brushes past my waist with his hand. I hated how turned on I was, it’s like I was losing control of myself. He told me I was a very beautiful woman and that he realizes where Chloe gets her looks from. He was right, for only 39 I had kept myself in pretty good shape. I exercised frequently which kept my figure looking thin. I had long flowing blonde hair which draped down my back nicely. I was a tall 5’10” with silver blue eyes. I had large 38E cup breasts which my late husband enjoyed very much during sex. My waist was thin but my bum was rounded from so many squats in the gym. My daughter looked like a scaled down version of me, 5′ 8″ with a smaller build. She was still young and she’d have more time to grow like I did.

Chloe came in and asked what the sleeping arrangement was looking like. I told her she would stay in her old room while Marcus stayed in the guest room. She looked disappointed that she couldn’t sleep in the same bed but I gave her a stern look and she backed down. With the evening over I showed Marcus to his room. Chloe was in bed earlier, still tired from the drive back here. I told Marcus if he needed anything, my room was at the end of the hall. He thanked me for a wonderful night and stepped inside. As I walked down the hall I could feel his eyes gazing down my backside. I didn’t turn around because that feeling of secret lust washed over me again and i lost control of myself. I closed my bedroom door and changed out of my clothes. I couldn’t help myself, I laid in bed with my dildo and fingered myself to the thought of Marcus ravaging my sweet little girls innocent body with his big brutish cock. My vagina clenching around the dildo as I stroked in and out imaging what he would do to me if I was any younger. It wasn’t long before I had my first intense orgasm. I covered my mouth desperately as I lay there on top of the sheets quivering in ecstasy. I kept going deeper and deeper inside until I hit my second powerful orgasm. Since my husband had passed, I hadn’t had any sex at all, so I was very skilled in pleasuring myself.

As I was too preoccupied, I didn’t hear the knock on my door. Mistaking my moaning cries of yes as permission to enter, Marcus opened the door and gets an eyeful of me spread out on my bed naked playing with myself. As soon as we both realize whats happening I scramble underneath the covers and he turns away behind the door. Taken out of the mood I ask him what he wants? He replied, “I was just looking for the bathroom, I didn’t see one up here and I couldn’t find it in the dark.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you can use mine in here. I’m under the covers so your fine coming in.” I said back.

He opened the door slowly and walked in with an embarrassed look on his face. He walked by into the master bathroom and shut the door. I hide the toy in my drawer next to the bed and waited there under the covers. When he came out, I asked him to come over real quick. I asked him what, if anything, he saw when he came in. He said he asked if he could come in and heard me say yes so he opened the door. He said he saw me on the bed totally naked with my legs spread apart but he didn’t didn’t look before he closed the door again. I told him to never tell Chloe about this and he said he understands.

“I don’t care if you do your thing, Cindy. A woman like you has her needs same as anyone. I know it must be hard for you with your husband gone so I’ll leave you alone now so you can finish.” Marcus said.

“No wait, stay here a minute.” I said grabbing him by the forearm.

“What do you need Mrs. C?” Marcus asked.

“Well I just want to say that for so many years I was so very prejudiced against your kind. When I saw you with my daughter earlier I was so angry and disgusted, but you’ve somehow turned my opinion around. I don’t know why I held onto these views so long but now I think I’m willing to accept you in my daughters life and if you two should marry one day, I’d be very happy for you both.” I said emotionally with a tear streaming down my cheek.

“Well I’m glad you approve of me, thank you.” Marcus said as he wiped the tear off my face. As he went to stand up I pulled him back down and told him to kiss me. He brushed the hair off my face and moved over on top of me kissing passionately. I was lost in lustful passion as Marcus made love to my face. He had already stripped down to his underwear for sleep so I could wrap my arms around him and feel his muscular torso. As we continued our kissing he lifted up and pulled the covers away, revealing my naked body tenderly yearning for his. Marcus moved down kissing my neck and chest before stopping on my breasts.

“You have lovely tits, Cindy. Just like your daughters but bigger.” he said breathlessly. I could only moan in pleasure as he played with my nipples with his tongue. I forgot how good it felt to have a man doing the work for me felt. He continued his journey down until he reached my vagina. Pausing he began to lick around the edges then penetrating me with his tongue. He clamped his upper lip on my clit and tongue fucked my already dripping hole. I was in another dimension of pleasure. I couldn’t believe how good this felt and that it was all from someone who I wouldn’t have ever dreamed I’d be here with. With one hand playing with my boobs and the other fingering my dripping pussy, he continued his assault with his tongue. My thighs clenched around his head like a vice grip as I orgasmed harder than I had in years, I sprayed cum juices all over his face.

He lifted his head and I told him to lay down. As he did I got up and knelt at the edge of the bed, taking his hard cock in my hands and beginning to lick from the base to the tip before swallowing as much as I could take. His cock was significantly bigger than I remember my husbands being. Maybe what they say about black guys is true after all. I sucked on his monster cock as deep as my mouth could go, wondering how far my daughter could reach and if I was doing it better. After a while I stood up and pushed his chest back onto the bed. I looked him in the eyes and said I need his cock inside me. I stand up and knelling on the bed I straddle him in and push the tip of his cock into my soaking wet vagina.

I move up and down slowly at first until I build up speed. Soon I’m riding his cock like a horse jockey and my body has never felt better. I push on this chest as I bounce on his long thick shaft. He can’t help but moan. “You’re pussy is so fucking tight! It feels so fucking good! Keep riding me!” he moans. I cover his mouth as I don’t want Chloe to find us. I lean down and with my face right next to his a whisper, “Mommy’s gonna ride your cock all fucking night, baby!” With this his eyes roll to the back of his head and he releases his first load of cum directly into my unprotected pussy. I give him a big kiss and say thank you. I ask him if he’ll be able to go another round and he says with the way we’re going, he’d be stupid to leave me now.

I roll over and spread my legs open wide. Marcus kneels at the opening of my thighs and works his cock back to life. He places my legs on his shoulders and inserts his cock back inside me. He leans down as close to my face as he can get with my legs be held back on his chest, my pussy now presented to him perfectly. Never in a million years could I imagine I’d let a black man fuck me. Now I was more pissed at myself for not listening to my daughter sooner. I could’ve been having sex like this for years. With me on the brink of yet another earth shattering orgasm, and Marcus’s cock beginning to twitch, he held his hand over my mouth silencing my moans.

It was his turn to look me in the eyes while he said, “That’s right girl, cum on daddy’s cock.” I was being thoroughly dominated by this strong black stud and I loved it. Everything about him turned me back into the submissive girl I used to be for my husband years ago. I looked up and said a silent prayer thanking God for sending me this man tonight. Just as I did, Marcus slammed his cock all the way down the base into my wet vagina. He grunted as he let out another stream of thick cum into my pussy. I could hardly contain myself as I had my final orgasm of the night as I felt the cum running out of me down my ass. He collapsed his entire weight on top of me and we laid there in naked embrace for what felt like hours. He gave me one last kiss and said he would never forget this night. I said I would cherish the memory for the rest of my life, and told him to keep this a secret from Chloe.

He got up and went to clean himself off before returning to his room for the night. I just laid there covered in sweat and cum thoroughly satisfied by the fucking I had received. I woke up the next morning and the reality hit me. I ran to the shower to try and wash the cum off me. I took a pregnancy test and sure enough it came back positive. I couldn’t believe it, how could I go from being the racist white woman to the pregnant from my own daughters black boyfriend whore? I cried as I sat there but regained my composure. I went down stairs and made breakfast for the everyone. Marcus was a complete gentleman the rest of the week and we didn’t see each other like that night the rest of the time they were here. Chloe and Marcus went back to college as usual and that was that. I had no idea how I was going to handle this situation I now found myself in, especially when I tell my racist parents their pure white daughter got knocked up by the young enough to be my own son, black boyfriend of my own daughter. I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do, I though about getting rid of it but at my age this could very well be the last baby I ever have, I didn’t want to waste this chance. Even if it would cause nothing but problems, I would find a way to work through.

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