Donna Marie was a MILF. No, more than a MILF. She was one of those rare, classically hot women, who had everything. Fairly petite, she stood about 5'4", had a very pretty face, longish blonde hair, a fantastic butt, not too big, but perfect in shape and size, a tight, flat stomach, full, B cup breasts that had no use for a bra, and a pair of the most magnificent legs you can imagine to hold her up on. Her complexion, on her whole body and face, was that of an olive colored, Mediterranean born woman.
Her daughter, Debra Marie, was paler than her mother, long brown hair, a butt that she thought was too large (but the boys LOVED) and A cup tits. But do not kid yourself, Debra was captain of her cheerleader squad, in both basketball, and football. She was Homecoming Queen her senior year of High School. She was hot, and attracted boys like bees to honey.
Both of them acted and dressed like ladies of breeding, classy, but rarely even close to what might be described as snobbish. They both tended to smile easily, not a fake smile, but a genuine smile.
In high school, Deb's best friend, an 18 year old, smoking hot girl of Greek heritage, had exclusively dated black guys. Debra thought it disgusting, not because of the color of their skin, but because of how poorly they treated her friend, but never said anything about it. She was far from racist, she just thought that the pretty Greek girl should at least try dating a white boy, as so many of their mutual friends would exclude her from their parties, due to her choice of boyfriends, and Debra, being her friend, chose to hang with her girlfriend.
Debra attended the University in West Virginia. Her freshman year, she started on the cheerleader squad for the football team. She loved attending the parties on the weekends and after games with the team, and her fellow cheerleaders. It took very little time for Debra to become popular with them all.
The entire cheer squad was Caucasian, the football team was virtually all black. Several of the girls enjoyed the favors of the players. Debra partied with all of them, but did not partake in sexual endeavors with any of them. Not that she wasn't hit on. She was regularly hit on by most of the players, but resisted all their advances, not enough to piss the players off, but not in any way encouraging them.
One player, the quarterback, named Tracey, was generally very polite towards her, didn't hit on her, or make her uncomfortable in any way. As a result, over the course of the season, the two found themselves hanging with each other at most of the parties, talking, and drinking, not to excess, but enough to keep them happy.
Debra, of course told her mother about Tracey, and her mother, concerned that she might begin dating Tracey, or worse, tried to warn Debra to be careful, but not in a manner that might cause Debra to rebel as teenagers were want to do.
Despite her efforts to the contrary, Debra found herself more and more in the company of Tracey.
The team began to practice the middle of the summer for the next season. Debra, had found summer employment locally near the school, so instead of going home for the summer, she had remained, working, and taking a couple of extra courses to lighten her load come the fall semester.
When Tracey arrived back at school for practice, both he and Debra found themselves together. Debra was somewhat shocked to find that she was happy to have him back at school.
The dorms were under renovation, but, of course, the university had failed to account for returning athletes, leaving a good number of them with no place to stay. Debra thought nothing of immediately offering Tracey her off campus apartment as temporary lodging.
Tracey moved his bags and books into her apartment. They celebrated his return to school with a nice dinner, and too much alcohol. Debra fell asleep on the couch, resting her head on Tracey's shoulder. Tracey, surprised at the intimate contact, put his arm around her, and after adjusting himself, fell asleep also.
It was just getting light out when Debra woke up. Still in that fuzzy just woke up-don't know where you are place, she noticed a few things as she slowly crawled from her state of sleep. First, she was laying on somebody, and that somebody was cupping her right breast, not squeezing, not molesting, but cupping it, just moving enough that she could feel her nipple was hard. Second, her hand was holding something. Like a warm, soft covered tube. Her hand was inside of something, she couldn't easily withdraw it from its location.
She opened her eyes, and without moving her head, looked around and figured a few things out. Okay, she knew where she was. Looking at her chest, she saw a black hand wrapped over her breast. She didn't jump up all angry or excited, but as she tried to withdraw her right hand to move what had to be Tracey's hand off her breast, she realized, that in her sleep, Tracey had shifted over on his side, she had then snuggled on top of him, her head on his chest, and her hand...well, her hand had apparently slid up his baggy shorts leg during the night, and was holding his now erect penis.
She sucked in a huge breath as she realized what had happened, and began to slowly extricate her hand. The slow movement woke Tracey, who immediately felt an extremely erotic movement on his cock, and thinking he was dreaming, reached down with his left hand and placed it outside his shorts, right on top of Debra's hand.
That snapped them both awake. Debra sat up, which pulled Tracey's hand off her breast, and her hand off his penis and would have allowed her hand to exit his shorts leg, had it not become entangled in the cloth.
Deb, still kept pulling at her hand, the net effect of which aroused Tracey even more, as his already stimulated cock was stroked by Deb's movements inside his pants leg.
Finally, she pulled her hand out, as they both began apologizing to each other. They started snickering, realizing that both were to blame, yet both were not at fault in the somewhat embarrassing situation.
Deb looked down at Tracey's lap, and saw an almost unreal bulge in the front. A tube like bulge that ran down his pant leg, almost to the point where it would stick out of the opening. She knew what it was, what she had been holding when she woke up, she just couldn't believe its size.
Their combined movements as they tried to seat themselves upright brought another point to Debra's attention.
She was massively, soaking wet between her legs. Looking down at her own lap, she could see the crotch was starting to soak through. Now embarrassed, she jumped up and ran for the bathroom.
