WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW...
This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them.
This is an interracial story.
This is a story around a mother, Michelle and her daughter, Natalie. Michelle is 40 and Natalie is 20. Both women have dark brunette hair that falls to the shoulders for Michelle and a bit shorter on Natalie. Both women are white with clean, shaven pussies. Michelle's breasts are larger than her daughter, C-cup, while Natalie's are perky B-cup. Natalie is in her second year of college. The college is local and makes the commute from home. Michelle's husband (Natalie's father) left them abruptly years before. Out of the divorce settlement, they kept their nice home in the suburbs and financial support. It required that Michelle get a part-time job, which she managed around Natalie's schedule with school and activities. Over the 12 years since, Michelle and Natalie became very close, often acting more like sisters, especially in the later years.
A latent, nagging issue for Michelle since her ex-husband was her sexual identity. Her ex complained at the end about her lack of adventurousness in sex. She thought that was funny since he never suggested or encouraged anything. The truth was, he found the 'floosy', as Michelle came to call her, who was very adventurous sexually. Michelle never felt there was anything she could do about that, though. She didn't want to bring men home with Natalie young and in the house. Ironically, by the time Michelle got around to thinking about her sexuality, again, Natalie had already become active. The two were close enough that both issues were shared with each other and it became something of a joke between them that Michelle seemed to talk to her daughter about sex and what men liked despite Natalie's still rather limited experience.
With Natalie's encouragement and support, Michelle jumped back into dating. She tried being setup by friends, the local bar scene, and finally on-line dating. Michelle and Natalie spent hours composing and editing Michelle's profile and responses. Michelle was terrified and uncertain. Natalie was overjoyed for her mother and had more than enough confidence in her mom to cover her. They took profile pictures for her page and to share, including some bikini shots from a recent visit to the beach. The most interesting response was from a business professional two years older who had lost his wife to illness and was also trying to get back into a full after life. He was perfect. Michelle was nervous. Natalie insisted. His name was Marcus. Marcus is black.
A little more than a year later and Marcus hasn't inhibited the closeness of the two women. In fact, he was a catalyst in tying them even closer and an intriguing relationship dynamic.
MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS: MICHELLE & NATALIE
The house was quiet when she came home. This was the last week of classes in her sophomore year of college and her schedule was very different with tests and massive amounts of studying. She tried to avoid the panic to cram for these tests and to treat them like any other. She knew she did much better with repetitive reviews rather than cramming. Studying with a friend in second-year math had her late, again. It was interesting how helping her friend through her problems with the subject solidified the information firmly into her own mind. She was parked next to Marcus's car in front of the garage. They were here somewhere and Natalie had a pretty good idea where that would be.
She clumped up the stairs and turned to the right where both she and her mom had their bedrooms. When her father still lived with them, a decade ago or so, he had used the bedroom she now had for an office. It took Natalie years at her mother's urging to move down the hall closer to her. Natalie now dropped her backpack in her open bedroom door and turned to the door across the hall, which hadn't been completely closed. From inside the room, she heard the muffled giggles and soft baritone chuckles indicating they were done... or between.
She pushed the door open and walked in with no hesitation, question, or concern about them inside. She knew they had been making love, probably for the past hour. Marcus was like that in bed, a freaking love machine with a nine-inch cock. After Natalie had pushed Michelle to not write off a black guy from the dating site, she had quickly fallen for him and he felt the same way. That was over a year ago and things between them, including Natalie, were very interesting.
"Natalie, you're home." Her mom rolled over onto her back and put out her hand.
"Hey mom, hey Marcus." Natalie stopped next to the side of the bed and held her mom's outstretched hand. She could feel her shoulder sag and her brain start going fuzzy now that she was home. One more test, the math test, tomorrow afternoon and she was ready for the summer break. Marcus had rolled onto his side as her mom rolled to her back. They were both naked. Michelle's pussy area was glistening with the juices of the past time spent very actively together. Marcus's very black hand was idly caressing over the white stomach and breasts of her mom.
Her mom looked more intently at her and exclaimed, "Honey, you look like you might fall over." She nudged Marcus and scooted to the side herself and a space opened between them. "Lie down and tell me about it."
Now... in most families, this might be weird. Even a father and mother wouldn't so casually invite their 20-year-old daughter to lie between them when they were naked, much less right after they had fucked and the scent of their activity was still hanging in the room. But this wasn't most families. The closeness of mother and daughter was certainly impactful in Natalie's life. It was so impactful, in fact, that when Michelle and Marcus became serious (as in very serious) about each other, Natalie was not left out. Michelle had taken her sexuality to a level her ex might not have discovered even with the floozy he ran off with.
So, when Michelle patted the bed between her and Marcus, Natalie crawled between them, suddenly feeling bone-weary from the hours of preparation and concentration. One more test. One more day. But she was home now and here she could relax and be cared for. So, she collapsed between them very dramatically.
Both Michelle and Marcus turned on their sides toward her. Her mother cooed with her soothing voice as she gently pulled details from her daughter. Marcus softly encouraged and reinforced her about her efforts and preparation.
Natalie looked at both the middle-aged adults and smiled. It always felt better after spending a little 'encouraging' time with her mom. And Marcus had been a dream come true for them. He was a strong, successful businessman but he effortlessly melded into the life Michelle and Natalie had created to thrive alone. He accepted the role of being a rock both women could lean and depend on while allowing Michelle to keep her strong voice. From the time the two of them met and began dating on their own, Natalie was treated and expected to act as another adult in the group. Marcus hadn't ever seemed to be an intrusion but a strong addition.
A few months ago, the relationship had taken a dramatic turn to include Natalie fully as an equal with them and it was on her mom's initiative that it happened. The two women had become too dependent and committed to each other in the years they survived and then thrived for Natalie to be excluded in anything, Michelle told her. It was obvious to anyone paying any interest to the two of them that they were deeply, madly in love. Natalie thought it was all very dramatic and romantic: two drifting, lost souls suddenly, unexpectedly finding the perfect match. And maybe that perfect match was reinforced by them not being the expected match: she was white who had lived a white life in her suburbs with the white acceptance that came with it; he was a black collegiate athlete-graduate who had struggled and clawed to be a success against odds that many in the white world were blind to.
As she looked at the two, though, she had to smile. Her mom was still beautiful even if she had to be convinced as she stressed about starting dating a couple years ago. She was 5' 6" and trim with breasts that were between C and D. Michelle's waist and hips were still firm. Natalie sometimes wondered what happened with her share of the gene pool; why she ended up with pert B-cups as if she were still developing but neither Michelle nor Marcus was shy about reinforcing the beauty of her young, firm, and trim body. Marcus had an athletic body on his 6-foot frame and his nine-inch cock lay on the bed in front of him with still a sheen from fucking her mother.
Her mom was had been lightly stroking Natalie's stomach and had pulled the tee-shirt from the waist of the shorts and was now stroking the bare skin underneath. Marcus, seeing the efforts of Michelle, began stroking his big, black hands over the nearest thigh of the girl between them. Natalie was comfortable with both and didn't negatively react even when Marcus's finger played at the bottom of the leg opening and slipped up to the covered crotch. Michelle was equally busy with her hand moving the bottom of the tee-shirt up and now using fingers to lightly stroke the girl's bra encased breast.