J.D.'s first thought was, "They look just alike!"
Ashlee's mom stood in the doorway, greeting J.D. and Ashlee. She'd decided to bring him home for Christmas break, so he could meet her parents.
J.D. was a little hesitant about going. After all, Ashlee's father had given her one piece of advice when she left for college: "Stay away from black guys."
He'd actually given it to both his daughters, and Ashlee's older sister Susan heeded it, right up until the time she visited Ashlee at school and threw herself at J.D. He resisted the temptation but let several of his friends have their way with her.
Susan would also be at the house for Christmas, with her husband and a growing baby bump that may give the family a big surprise in a few months when the baby is born. That only added to what promised to be an awkward situation.
J.D. had prepared himself for all of that, but Ashlee's mom was a surprise. She was older, obviously, but she looked extremely young, her face wrinkle free. She had the same dyed blonde hair as her daughter and the same large, perky boobs pressed against the sweater she wore.
Ashlee's mom hugged her daughter then opened her arms to J.D.
"You must be the boyfriend I've heard so much about," she said and engulfed him in a hug. He felt her boobs press against his chest.
"Come," she said to both of them, sweeping her arms toward the house. She turned and led them in, and J.D. noticed .... Yep, same slamming ass as Ashlee as well.
He felt ashamed of himself for thinking those thoughts about his girlfriend's mother. It was just such a shock.
Ashlee's dad rose from an easy chair as the couple came in. Ashlee ran over and hugged him, saying, "Daddy!" He then extended a hand to J.D.
"Welcome to our home," he said. "Nice to meet you."
"You as well, sir," J.D. said.
Susan came from the kitchen, trailed by a skinny white guy who had to be her husband.
"Hello again," she said curtly.
"Susan," J.D. said, extending his arms for a hug. "Nice to see you again." He felt her shudder as he wrapped her up in his arms. He then shook the husband's hand, saying, "Susan and I got to know each other when she visited Ashlee at college." He heard her gasp as she inhaled suddenly.
"Ashlee," her mother said. "You can take your things up to your room. J.D., you're going to be staying in the guest room downstairs. I'll show you where to put everything."
He nodded and followed her.
***
Ashlee's mother, Carol, felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was determined to be a good host for the holidays, but her mind was running wild. When Ashlee first told her parents she was dating a black guy, she had a bunch of conflicting thoughts. She wanted to make sure this young man wasn't going to mistreat her, although she wasn't sure if that was racist, to assume that he might. She also knew her husband wouldn't be happy about it.
He was positive on the phone with his daughter, but to his wife, he'd complained several times. "I don't understand why she can't just find a nice white boy," he said. "Things would be so much ... easier ... for them. Why go out of your way to make things difficult?"
Carol thought she knew why. She also wondered what it was like for her daughter. She'd only been with a few men before getting married, and they all were white country club types. She couldn't imagine what that experience was like. In the first few days after Ashlee told them, she'd caught herself daydreaming about her daughter and this new black man, often feeling herself get wet as she did.
And now, seeing the boyfriend in person, she felt her mind going places it shouldn't all over again. She felt a jolt go through her body when she hugged him on the porch. Now, she was leading him downstairs, into what would be his room for the next week. He would sleep down here, take off his clothes down here. And, assuming Ashlee was like her older sister before Susan married her husband, he'd be greeted by her daughter sneaking downstairs late at night to see him.
She felt another jolt, as her mind showed her pictures of her daughter straddling this boy, naked. Of her little Ashlee kissing his chest and slowly working her way down ...
She pushed the thoughts out of her mind.
"You can just put your things anywhere," she told J.D. Your b--bed is over there. She pointed. There's a bathroom with a ... uh ... shower ... over there.
"Thank you," J.D. said. "I'm just going to change, and I'll be right up."
"Let me know if you need anything," She said.
She glanced back as she walked out the door and saw that J.D. had already taken off his shirt. His back was to her, and she saw his dark skin, glistening in the overhead light. She also saw his hands moving toward the front of his pants to unbutton them. She felt another jolt and headed upstairs.
***
Susan also had a storm of conflicting thoughts. When she visited them at college, she'd watched Ashlee give J.D. slow, sensual head late at night, and he'd caught her staring, making eye contact with her as he came in her sister's mouth.
The next morning, Susan stripped for him and offered herself but her turned her down flat, instead inviting his friends over for a gangbang that she feared left her pregnant with the baby her husband thought was his.
Seeing him again, she felt embarrassed, humiliated, but also still aroused. She'd let his friends have her every which way, but she still was curious about what it would be like with him.
Like her mother, she quickly pushed the thoughts out of her mind.
***
Ashlee's parents served a late dinner after the two kids changed out of their travel clothes. The conversation at the table was frustrating for J.D. It seemed like Ashlee's father disagreed with anything he said, while going out of his way to praise Harold, Susan's husband.
Her father asked what J.D.'s major was.
"I haven't decided yet," he said. "I still have two years before I..."
"Harold knew from the time he graduated high school that he wanted to be an accountant, didn't you Harold," dad said.
Harold nodded, nervously.
And Harold's wife also took black cocks two at a time while I watched, J.D. thought to himself. He decided not to share that.
After dinner, the girls were going to stay up and chat. J.D. headed downstairs to bed. Ashlee gave him a good night kiss--which both Susan and Carol watched intently.
"I'll sneak down later," she whispered to him. "Be naked and hard." She twitched her hip so that it made contact with him through his pants. He felt his cock jump.
J.D. went downstairs and did as he was told, stripping off his clothes. He lay on top of the covers and waited.
About an hour later, he heard the laughter upstairs die down and footsteps as everyone headed off to their rooms. He then heard footsteps coming down the stairs to his door. His cock began to stiffen.
There was a light knock and he said, "Come in," in a deep growl of a voice.
"I just wanted to check and see if you needed anythi...."
For a second, J.D. thought it was Ashlee, so he didn't move right away to cover himself.
After Ashlee's mom dropped the folded towel and washcloth she was holding and moved her hands to her mouth, he realized his mistake and quickly grabbed the edge of the blanket, throwing it over his rock hard cock.
"I'm so sorry," she stammered. "I didn't realize you were ... I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he said. "Thank you for the towels."
She rushed out of the room and upstairs.
When she reached the kitchen, Carol leaned against the door and panted. She couldn't believe what she just saw. Ashlee's boyfriend looked like he was carved from stone, lying there on the bed. Every muscle seemed so well defined and ... She took a deep ragged breath. His thing. It was so big, it couldn't be real. She felt like she must have imagined it. She'd heard women friends talk about how black men were so much bigger, but she thought it must have been an inch or two. His looked bigger than her arm.
He uses that on my daughter, she thought and felt a stirring inside. Her panties began to feel wet, but she didn't are. How does it fit? How does it feel?
She went upstairs and woke her husband for an unsatisfying round of lovemaking that was over too soon for her to start to imagine things. As her husband drifted off to sleep and began to snore, Carol began fingering herself. An hour later, when she heard the familiar creak of Ashlee sneaking downstairs, she began to do it again, more desperately, as she thought about what how her daughter was seeing that thing of his, touching it and doing all kinds of other things.
One room over, Susan also heard the creak. She also woke her husband and also wasn't happy with the outcome. She lay in bed as he snored, touching herself as well.
***
J.D. waited until after the blowjob was finished before telling Ashlee about his encounter with her mother. She began giggling.
