The ties that bind
~Dawn~
Dawn was exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally, but she couldn't sleep. She lay with her hands behind her head, staring up at the ceiling.
On this very night, about an hour ago, she'd watched her beautiful 18-year-old daughter lose her virginity to a 68-year-old black man right before her eyes... and she'd done nothing to stop it. As a matter of fact, she'd watched and masturbated desperately to their very intimate moment like some sort of degenerate. Her initial response was to stop them, but the impulse evaporated as the scene unfolded before her astonished eyes.
Shame flooded through her at the memory. So did a powerful and uncontrollable sexual excitement.
She put her hot flushed face in her hands and shook her head, groaning in shame and frustration.
Watching two such complete opposites, absolute polarized versions of each other, come together so passionately and unreservedly had been both disturbing and incredibly stimulating... especially since Heather looked so much like her.
She'd pictured herself having sex with the ugly old black man. She'd pictured him taking HER virginity. She pictured that enormous glistening black cock plunging into HER.
Her beautiful daughter had given and taken in equal measure from the hideous old black man. She hadn't hesitated for a single moment. She'd eagerly offered him her priceless virginity on a silver platter... willingly... unreservedly... passionately.
Dawn squirmed at the remembered passion. A passion all three of them had shared, though her daughter and Darnell had been completely unaware of her presence in the hallway... watching... recording... masturbating... fantasizing she was the one getting deflowered by the ugly old black man.
She turned and snatched up her cell phone from the nightstand, slid the tip of her forefinger on its face, tapped it, lowered the volume and intently watched the electrifying images that flashed on the screen. She fast-forwarded to the moment when the old black man tried to pull his enormous black cock out, but Heather was on top of him and in complete control. She'd plunged her pelvis down on him pushing him deep inside her then she'd churned her hips, grinding her clit against him in orgasm. The young blonde locked herself to him, his huge black cock in her depths... pulsing... throbbing... cumming.
Dawn watched with wide dilated eyes as her beautiful blonde daughter and the hideous fat black man bucked and twisted together, cumming simultaneously, their mouths and genitals intimately connected, their cries of pleasure blending together to make a symphony of lust and love. They shook with the intensity of their orgasms which combined in an explosive crescendo that enveloped them and transported them to a place where everything else ceased to exist.
Dawn watched the scene over and over.
She couldn't help herself, eventually her hand slid under her panties and she rubbed herself to orgasm yet again. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in passion. The pain and coppery taste of blood in her mouth intensified her orgasm and the hand holding her phone quivered at the intensity of her body's frenzied reaction.
Eventually, passion sated, her breathing calmed. She laid languidly relaxed, eyes half-closed, legs wide-spread with her right hand resting on her shapely thigh and her left hand on her chest, loosely holding the cell phone.
A last disquieting thought flitted through her mind before sleep finally claimed her.
"Everything's going to be different from now on."
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Dawn dreamed...
***
She watched Darnell take Heather's virginity.
Darnell's thick shaft bent as the large purple cockhead pushed against Heather's tight pussy. She hunched her hips up to try to force him inside her, but he broke their kiss, lowered his head and sucked her pale breast into his wide mouth. When Heather arched her back in pleasure, he thrust forward suddenly and she cried out in pain and surprise. His monster black cock tore inexorably through her hymen...
***
She saw Heather standing proudly with a swollen pregnant belly while Darnell, older and fatter, stood behind her holding the hands of two small dark children with bright blue eyes.
***
Dawn felt herself lose her virginity to Darnell.
She felt Darnell's thick shaft bend as the large purple cockhead pushed against her sex. She hunched her hips up to try to force him inside her, but he broke their kiss, lowered his head and sucked her breast into his mouth. When she arched her back at the pleasure, he thrust forward suddenly and she cried out in pain and surprise. His monster black cock tore through her hymen...
***
She stood next to Heather and held her hand as they looked at themselves in a large mirror... two beautiful blonde women, their bellies swollen with child while Darnell stood behind them, arms crossed, a smug smile on his dark ugly face.
***
A beam of sunlight snuck through a crack in the curtain, shining bright and hot on Dawn's face.
She woke.
Her body was drenched in sweat and she was twisted in her blankets.
By the quality of light, it was early morning. Her head felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. She'd had a restless night. Her dreams had been filled with a seemingly endless loop of disturbing visions of herself, Heather and Darnell.
She sat up and looked around groggily... the dreams faded like mist and were gone, disappeared into the recesses of her subconscious.
She hopped out of bed, shaking off the wispy lingering dreams, and hurried to get ready for the day. She was deep in thought as she mindlessly went through her normal morning routine. She brushed her teeth, showered, dried her hair, moisturized and dressed in comfortable clothes. It was the day after she landed three large accounts for her business and she had no plans to go to work.
Thoughts circled like wheeling birds through her mind.
'If I tell her she can't be with Darnell, she's 18 years old, she'll just leave. I can't legally obligate her to stay.'
'If I say she can be with him, she won't leave but she'll keep sleeping with the old man.'
'If I tell her not to have sex in this house, she'll leave and just do it somewhere else.'
'The more I tell her she can't do something, the more obstinate she'll become.'
Apparently, Heather had inherited her own stubborn streak. Once she made up her mind about something, there was no changing it.
As she'd concluded the day before, Dawn knew she had to be supportive. There was no other choice, no way to convince her daughter the old black man was no good for her. She couldn't risk alienating and hurting her... losing her.
But where would all this lead?
Did Heather want to marry him? Live with him? Have babies with him?
She fleetingly wondered what their babies would look like and an indistinct image of last night's dream floated through her consciousness for a split second then faded away.
'Does our family have some sort of curse?'
'Or maybe the women in our family have some sort of genetic abnormality?'
'We're all attracted to old men... not OLDER men, OLD men. My mother and grandmother married old men in their 60s.'
Then... a revelation.
'Actually, I think they were 68.'
Her mother died of cancer when she was 15 and the 65-year-old man next door, a childless widower, took her in and gave her a home, a place to live. One thing led to another and they married when she turned 18, their eldest daughter was born three months after their marriage, their second daughter one year after, and Heather a year after her. He died of a heart attack eight years later at the age of 78.
He may have been a dried up, leathery old man, but he'd made Dawn very happy and left the family comfortably off when he passed.
The difference in their ages hadn't bothered her, just as it didn't bother Heather and, just as with Heather, her attraction hadn't been DESPITE their differences but BECAUSE of them.
She couldn't help she had a preference for old men. Apparently, a preference she and her daughter shared and one her daughter had taken a step further... old BLACK men... better yet, a specific old black man.
Dawn felt like a hypocrite for wanting to deny Heather what she wanted, but she had to look out for her best interests... her attachment to Darnell wasn't in her best interests. If word ever got out, it would be painful for everyone involved.
A pretty blonde cheerleader dating the ugly old black janitor... it wouldn't end well. She'll be judged, ostracized, reviled, rejected, discriminated against, bullied... and it was barely the middle of the school year. If word got out, Heather's final year of school had the potential to be a disaster... and what about her life after high school?
Dawn sighed and walked out of her bedroom, hearing Heather and Darnell's chattering voices echo easily from the kitchen.
When she walked in, the first thing she saw was Darnell sitting like a squatting frog on a stool at the kitchen island staring fixedly at Heather's ass as she stood facing the stove. She was wearing a tight tank top that ended just below the swell of her breasts with two little spaghetti straps holding it up and a pair of snug pink shorts with the word PINK written in bold white letters across her shapely ass.
Dawn could tell the girl wasn't wearing a stitch of underwear. Her nipples were plainly visible through her thin pink tank top and there no lines showing on her butt.
"Good morning everyone," she said cheerily as she entered the room, deciding to disregard the underwear situation.
