My name is Vickie, I am 44 yrs old. My daughter is Emmi, she's now 23 and graduating from college with her BA in comp sci. I am about 5'3 with shoulder length dark brown wavy hair with some grey starting to show. I have a 34c chest, about 120 pounds, round hips and kinda a bubble butt. Emmi is around 5'6 with sandy blonde straight hair like her dad. Not as big in the chest, but hers are more perky. Youth you know? Having been a runner in highschool and college she has strong legs and a very firm butt. She attends a school on the other side of the state, about 3 hours or so away. She's coming home for the summer and obviously there will be a big party to celebrate with family and friends. 5 of whom she is bringing home with her. All boys.. well, not boys. Young men she knows from school. Apparently they are staying with us for a few days. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that.
Did I mention I'm divorced? Em's freshman year she brought her roommate home with her to stay a few weeks. One day while I was at work, and my husband was supposed to be at work, Emmi went to run errands. When she came home she found her father fucking her friend. She was traumatized and devastated. So our marriage ended. Em wouldn't have anything to do with him after that. Hard to blame her. But ever since she has had no trust in men, and didn't really trust girls anymore either, (before this in highschool her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend.) So I became a single mom with an asshole ex, and a 19 yr old daughter who now relied on me as mom and best friend. I heard many things over the years a mother would rather not know really. After the divorce she went kinda off the deep end with sex and I got to hear most of it.
I mean really, did I need to hear about every guys dick size? How every guys cum was different? How different 8 inches felt compared to 5.5? How some cum was thick and white, some watery and runny? Ugh. No. No I did not. I knew all this anyway, but still. I tried for a while to get her to calm down, but as she said she's an adult living on the other side of the state and I couldn't tell her who she could and couldn't fuck. True. I could not. She promised she was being safe, but a mother worries. What I found out the hard way was that her father knew. That was a surprise, and a shock when I found out exactly what she was doing.
The day the divorce was finalized I fucked a friend of my now ex husband. Out of bitterness and revenge, I had him video me on my knees sucking his cock, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, taking it out covered in my spit and stroked it right in front of my face, looking directly at his phone smiling. He stopped recording just before he came in my mouth. I had him send the vid to me and then I sent it to my ex. Oh what a reaction I got back.
His reaction came back a day or two after that. Emmi was home and we had just gotten back from shopping. I had been texting a friend and put my phone down to use the bathroom. My phone dinged. Em picked it up and saw it was her dad going off about my vid I sent him. He was calling me a whore and slut, and a bad mother. I didn't know Em saw it. She didn't tell me, she just put my phone down when she heard me coming back. I didn't find out until a week later when my ex texted me again with just a..
Mark: WTF Vickie?
Vickie: What do you want Mark?
Mark: What the fuck are you teaching our daughter?
Vickie: What do you mean? Shes back at school?
He sent me a screen shot of a text she sent him and oh my god what I saw. It was a pic of her naked on her knees holding a cock in her hand, with a faceful of cum! The message under the pic just said...
Emmi: So your calling mom a slut? How about your daughter? Go fuck yourself 'dad'. Leave us the fuck alone.
Vickie: Well, maybe her 40 yr old married father shouldn't have been fucking her 19 yr old roommate?
Shit! I thought. I was glad she was 19. At least he couldn't fight for custody. But I had to talk with her. This really wasn't acceptable, or how I raised her. I mean, I understood she was angry and hurt. And it was nice that she defended me, but still. So I planned on talking to her the next time she came home which was the following weekend.
When she came home that weekend and got settled, we were sitting out on the deck in the sun. Her thin toned body barely covered in a white bikini, while mine was a black two piece that covered most of my.... ummm. private areas. Not knowing how to start this conversation I just jumped right into it, handing her my phone with her dad's text.
"Want to explain this?"
She saw it and just started giggling.
"Oh my god! He sent that to you? Funny as fuck!"
"Is it?" I wasn't laughing. "Emmi! this is serious. I still have to deal with him!"
"That's his problem. Not mine, or yours, really. I mean, I saw his message to you a few weeks ago. I was pissed. Fuck him. Nice vid by the way. I saw it. Did he cum on you or in your mouth?"
Shocked at her response I didn't know what to say. "In my mouth, not that it's your business."
"That's cool. Have you ever taken a load on your face? Hot as fuck, really."
"Emmi! I'm your mother!" Really I didn't know how to respond, I had a guy cum on my face, but it was an accident, but I didn't think she needed to know that.
"Yeah, so? We're both adults. Besides if you haven't had a guy cum on your face you should. Best fuck of my life after I did it, it drives guys crazy. Oh, and dad's lucky I didn't send him that vid, hehehehe!"
She grabbed her phone and scrolled thru it before handing it to me. I really didn't want to look, but couldn't help myself either, so I took the phone and pushed play. There she was on all fours getting fucked slowly from behind, her face looking back at the guy fucking her, with cum on her face, and a good sized cock sliding in and out of her. I could hear her moaning.
"Fuck yes, Zack, fuck me.. god your cock is so fucking good. Fuck! Fuck me Zack! Cum on me again, god I want more, fuck me deep!"
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe I was watching my daughter get fucked like that. But that wasn't all there was. I could hear the guy, Zack apparently, moaning.
"Fuck Em, your a beautiful perfect cock-sleeve, fuck, can't get enough of you."
The video stopped at that point. Cock-sleeve? That was new to me...
"Em... ummm... what is going on with you? Are you really ok? I mean aren't you concerned about being called a slut? A whore?"
"Nope. Fuck those words. Guys who say that shit don't get to fuck this girl. I mean guys fuck anyone they want and don't get called names, why can't a girl do the same? Although I don't mind cock-sleeve (with an evil grin) I kinda like that actually. It's fitting ya know? And the way he says it its almost affectionate? In a way?"
It was. I had to admit. There was something... sonorous in how he said it. But I'm losing my own point here.
"Emmi, you need to be careful. You can't just fuck every guy you see. A rep like that can be dangerous for a girl."
"I know mom. I'm careful. I promise. I'm on the pill and I'm not fucking just anybody, I'm actually pretty picky. But thanks for worrying." She leaned over and took her phone, and gave me a side hug. "Love you, mom."
"Love you too, Emmi." We dropped the conversation after that and talked about other things. That was four years ago. Now here we are.
I knew the names of all the guys she was bringing home. Zack (from the vid), Alex, Greg, Mathew and Ben. All names I've heard a great deal about over the last four years, and met when I would go and visit her some weekends. Now these five young men, all of whom have fucked my beautiful daughter were going to be staying in my house for close to a week. I wasn't actually sure how I would handle it. I knew everything about them. Height, weight, build, and yes, cock sizes and kinks. And that every one of them wanted to date Emmi, but she had turned them all down.
The house was ready. I had two spare rooms with two beds and a couch in the basement which was an entertainment room so it's a finished basement, and whoever stayed down there would have privacy. Still, it was a lot. I was trying to plan a big party for Emmi and entertaining and cooking for five people would be difficult. Em promised I wouldn't be bothered too much, but I wasn't so sure. Just the distraction of five young good looking men that I knew everything about would be a distraction. Five cocks in my house, trying to fuck my daughter everyday would be a distraction. Especially since I was slightly turned on by the idea of these young horny men in my house. I haven't had a good fuck myself in years. Seems the few dates I had after the divorce were all very vanilla. Anyway. I'm getting distracted at the thought.
They finally arrived; two cars pulled into the driveway with six people getting out and making a lot of noise. She definitely had a type. They were all in the six ft range height wise. Well built, muscular and toned. Clean cut and clean shaven, except Matthew. He was leaner than the others, but still toned, with a well kept short beard. I went outside to greet everyone, especially Emmi. I hadn't seen her in a month due to her finals and my job. I gave her a big hug.
"Emmi! So glad your home! Everythings ready for your friends. The rooms are all set and I was thinking of just ordering pizzas for dinner?" I looked at everyone to make sure that was good enough.
"Mom!" She hugged me tight. I was, and am, grateful for our close relationship.
"Yeah mom, that sounds great. But we gotta order from Gino's! It's the best and I miss it sooo much. Like I missed you! Guys? you all remember mom right?"
"Of course we do!" Alex spoke first. "How could we forget your mom? Hi Miss Vickie!"
Miss Vickie.. they all called me that. Out of respect they said. Every guy Em ever introduced me to was always a gentleman. And I wasn't sure, but I felt there was something to what Alex said about remembering me? Just my imagination probably. One by one they all hugged me and said hello, some I thought lingered, or pulled closer than I expected, but no one seemed to notice so I let it go.
"Pizza sounds good Miss Vickie, but the five of us made a decision and we won't take no for an answer." This was Greg. "Neither you, or Em are going to pay for a damn thing for us. All food and fun is on us. Our way of thanking you for taking five homeless college grads in for a week."
