INTRODUCTION
By IKEMAN
Jean's a slut. She wouldn't want to be crude about it or lewd about it, but... she likes to fuck. She's known it for a long time. In fact, it was what ultimately drove her husband away. Oh, he liked the fact that she enjoyed sex, at first. He liked it a lot. He came to enjoy it enough that he challenged her with exhibitionism, even sharing her. What he didn't like was how much she enjoyed it. Somehow, he wanted it only on his terms and he could see how her enthusiasm for sex would eventually go beyond him, if it continued. How could she not enjoy it, though, when she found she had been married to a man with a smaller cock. To her, it was just sex but it was threatening to him. So, like other weak-willed men, he left her even though he assisted in creating the problem. She likes everything about sex. Her problem, though, is how to get it. After the divorce, she had to find a job while raising their daughter. She's tried to be discrete... because of her daughter.
Toni's a slut, too. Jean didn't realize that of her daughter, of course. What mother wants to think that of her daughter? It turned out that even before Toni had graduated from high school she was getting more than her mom was. Not that Jean wasn't trying, but she felt awkward about how. When Jean made the discovery, their lives changed... both of them... and for the better.
Jean and Toni didn't turn into whores. They don't sell themselves, though they would be thanked with rewards and gifts. It wasn't why they did it. It just became one of those unique opportunities that can present itself into life. So, when the opportunity came to do what is truly enjoyed in your life, who wouldn't take the opportunity?
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CHAPTER 1: HOW IT STARTED
Jean Evans suddenly pulled her white Honda Accord sedan to the curb in front of a dark strip mall on the quiet avenue leaving the downtown area to the eastern suburbs and home. She turned in her seat belt and reached across the center console to a surprised young woman in the passenger seat, her daughter, Toni Evans.
Toni looked around outside the car, even checking the car's dashboard for some sign of trouble. "What's wrong, mom?"
Jean just stared at her daughter. Her eyes began glistening and a tear threatened to drop down her cheek. She swiped it away with the back of her hand. Jean Evans, a 39-year-old single mother has raised Toni by herself working as a receptionist/secretary for a real estate office for over 10 years since her husband filed for divorce. Despite her 39 years, she could be mistaken as considerably younger with her trim, athletic body on a 5' 5", 110-pound frame and 34C breasts with long, wavy gold-blonde hair that extends past her shoulders. The sudden stop and misting of her eyes as she took in her daughter next to her was because of sudden guilt of what she had just asked of her daughter.
Gazing at the innocent appearance of the young woman next to her just added to the feelings of betrayal that seemed to consume her in recognition of how their life had recently changed. Toni, a 19-year-old Community College student studying in a program for Administrative Assistant was the joy of her life and, if she were to be honest, turned out pretty well by a single parent except she might be too much like Jean in one respect. Toni looked very much like her mother which they both enjoyed. Toni's smaller frame, though, was still trim and athletic but on a 5'3", 100-pound frame and smaller breasts of 34B.
Jean sighed deeply, then stared out the windshield. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm a terrible mother and you're so... so... perfect. You deserve a mother that doesn't take advantage of you like this."
Toni reached across the console and pulled a hand off the steering wheel to also get her mom's attention. "Take advantage of me? Like this? Do you mean like tonight? What we did tonight?"
Jean nodded as she steeled herself to look at her daughter, the wetness in her eyes finally releasing and falling down both cheeks.
"Mom... what's going on? Tonight... tonight was just you helping me with a fantasy, a desire to experience something we've talked about." Toni reached up, placed her hand on her mom's face, and their eyes locked. "Mom, you're a wonderful mom. You're a perfect mom for me. I'm not promiscuous because of you. Remember? I was promiscuous in high school before I had a clue you were, too. We both hid our experiences so well neither of us had a clue. It wasn't until your date that one night ended badly and you came home early and caught me with Johnny Bartles."
Jean giggled, "In my bed, too."
Toni laughed, "Yeah, it seemed especially wicked at the time." Toni squeezed her mom's hand and looked deeply into her eyes. "Mom, I love you. What you've given me is wonderful. Now that we understand each other... what we need... what we both desire... we can be open about it. Maybe you had enough to drink tonight that allowed you to take us to the next level. But what happened tonight, mom... it was amazing! It was a desire come true."
Jean nervously giggled. "Do you believe us? What kind of mother-daughter relationship includes sharing about a mutual desire to experience the mystique of black cocks?"
"A relationship like ours. At least we're honest with each other mom."
Jean smiled. At only 19, her daughter seemed so mature and capable and confident. She was nothing like that at the same age. "You're really okay? I mean with what's happening? It feels like we might be on a course that will take us deeper and deeper into our desires. I'm not sure that will end well. We need to think about what we're doing and how."
"I want to go home, mom. I want to do something with you that I have wanted to do for a while. I want to show you how okay I am with all of this."