We used our vacation home a lot more when our kids were growing up—skiing in winter, hiking and swimming in summer. Now that our son is living far away and our daughter’s in college, we don’t get there so much, but it’s still a great getaway.
One weekend last winter my husband was away on business and I was going to be home alone. I decided to drive up and do some paint ing I’d meant to do for some time. There was snow in the forecast, but I made it there just as it started. It became clear that it was going to snow much harder than expected. On the radio they were talking about blizzard conditions, advising people to stay off the roads.
Frankly I didn’t mind being snowed in for a few days. We’re far off the main road and are usually the last to get plowed out. I hoped it snowed all week end, so I could call my boss and say I was snowed in at our winter place! I was looking forward to a weekend of solitude.
I was in the den with some wine reading the latest Pent house Letters I’d bought it on my way up , when I heard an engine and the sound of spinning tires. I put the maga zine in a drawer before walk ing to the front of the house to look out. I saw two SUVs with tires spinning, struggling to climb the drive . They did, finally, and I counted eight peo ple getting out. A woman came to the porch and felt for the emergency key.
I opened the door. I don’t know who was more startled, me or my daughter Jill stand ing there all bundled up.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” she said, and a male voice from the driveway said, “Shit, there goes the weekend.” Jill said she didn’t expect me and had planned a ski weekend with her friends. In this weather they’d barely made it she didn’t see how they could leave now. I was unhappy losing my weekend of solitude, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. It appeared that we were weekend ing together.
Going by the amount of booze Jill and her friends un loaded from the SUVs, they had planned quite a week end! The group consisted of Jill, her friend Victoria and six guys: Calvin, Jerome, Gene, Nick, Rob and Law rence. We made dinner, and afterward sat in the den. The way the storm was raging, it was obvious none of us was going anywhere. Everyone was quiet, and I sensed me being there had really put a damper on their weekend.
To lighten the mood, I said I noticed they’d brought a lot of booze and I was in the mood to do some drinking. Who would join me? Law rence and Gene piped up, then got everyone drinks.
The mood lightened. Law rence, ever attentive, made sure my glass was never empty. I felt myself getting drunk, but thought, what the hell, why not? I accepted drink after drink, and actually had fun hang ing out with Jill and her friends. Maybe their show ing up wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Maybe tomorrow I could put them to work helping me paint!
Then Victoria opened the end-table drawer and found the Pent house Letters issue I’d shoved in it when I heard the fuss. I was embarrassed and pretended it wasn’t mine, saying it must have been left by someone we loaned the house to. Jill pointed at the date on the magazine and said it was the issue that just hit the newsstands.
She said she knew her dad and I have read Pent house Letters for years she found our old copies in a box in the back of our closet last summer before she left for college—and read them all in a week end! Everyone laughed. I finally admitted it was mine. It turned out that all of Jill’s friends read it too!
Victoria said we should all say what our favorite type of letter was. She said hers was letters about group sex, where a woman gets her brains fucked by a group of guys. Jill said she also liked those, but her favorite was letters about white women having sex with black men. She said this while looking at Law rence, Gene and Cal vin, who were all black.
The guys went next. Cal vin and Gene said, like Jill, they liked let ters of a black guy fucking a white chick. Lawrence, Jerome, Nick and Rob all said they liked letters about a young guy hooking up with a sexy MILF who couldn’t get enough of their young cocks. Lawrence liked the ones about white MILFs and black guys best. As they talked about MILFs, they all stared at me. Jill noticed, and smiled at me.
I didn’t want to answer, but everyone insisted, and finally I admitted that, like Jill, I like letters about a married white woman hooking up with one or more black men. Everyone cheered. Jill leaned over and whispered that if I wanted to get laid tonight, it would be our secret Dad would never know.
I told her to behave herself. She said, “That’s no fun.”
She got up and produced our Trivial Pursuit game. I thought that would be fun until I heard her proposed rules, “to make it more interesting.” If you answered a question correctly, everyone else had to do a shot of tequila. If you answered wrong, you had to take some thing off. Once naked, you were out of the game, but you couldn’t put your clothes on until the game was over.
Everyone nodded agreement except me. Normally I would never in a million years have even considered playing, or letting my daugh ter and her friends play that under my roof. But I had had a lot to drink. The parent in me knew this was a very bad idea, but part of me wanted to play. I had never seen a real black cock, and was curious if I might actually get to see Calvin, Gene or Law rence naked.
I decided to play until I saw one of them naked and satisfied my curiosity. Then I’d go to bed. We started, and I did okay for a while, but remember, I’d been sipping wine before they all arrived, and had drunk a lot of their liquor even before the tequila shots began.
When I missed my first question, I took off my socks. A few minutes later I missed and took off my blouse. The guys stared at my breasts in my bra. Rob said, “Nothing like a little MILF cleavage to liven up the game.” I did okay for a half-hour, then had to take off my jeans. When I missed again, I covered my breasts with my hands and forearms as I removed my bra. The guys booed.
After another 20 minutes, the group was largely undressed. Jill and I were down to our panties actually a thong in her case , and Law rence, Rob, Calvin and Nick were down to their briefs. Vic toria, Jerome and Rob had done best. Je rome was still fully clothed, not missing any ques tions. Rob had lost his shirt. Victoria still had both bra and panties.
Jill missed her next question and stepped out of her thong. Cal vin missed his and peeled off his briefs, baring his beautiful cock, huge and dark. I tried to burn that glorious image into my mind.
Now that I’d seen my first black cock, I said I was tired and was going to bed. Every one protested. Jill said if I wanted to quit, I had to take off the rest of my clothes! I said I’d keep playing! Every one else got their next question right, so I had to down six straight shots of tequila.
I had no idea about my next question. To chants of “MILF, MILF, MILF,” I took off my panties and stood nude, making no attempt to cover myself with my hands—those still in the game had earned the right to see me naked. It was also satisfying at 46 to be naked in front of college hunks and excite them!
As the game continued, I wandered off in search of Jill, who’d vanished. Calvin was missing too. I found them in the dining room, with her on her knees suck ing his cock. I was under no illusions that my daughter was a virgin. Still, I wasn’t expecting to see this. Then again, I never expected to play strip Trivial Pursuit with her and her college friends either!
I was mesmerized, and didn’t realize I wasn’t alone until someone was kissing my neck and black hands reached around to cup and massage my breasts. I also felt a big erection pressing into the small of my back. Lawrence whispered that he’d fucked a lot of white girls, but never a white MILF. He wanted to see if I liked black cock as much as my daughter. I had a good idea what the answer would be.
He bent down and with his arm behind my knees picked me up and carried me down the hall to my bedroom. He placed me on the bed and laid on top of me. His big hard-on entered me. It felt great! He fucked me with deep strokes. I had never received such a wonderful fucking.
I was building to climax when a voice asked Law rence if he was interested in making an Oreo. I looked up and saw Gene naked with a big erection. He got on the bed with us, and eased his cockhead in my asshole. Ah, an Oreo: me the white filling between two black studs. I moaned and begged both of the guys to fuck me harder.
Someone was clapping. I saw Jill standing there! She said, “Way to go, Mom,” then turned to Calvin and said her mom needed “the full experience.” He came over, turned my head and put his cock in my mouth. The four of us kept at it till Lawrence filled my pussy with a big load, Gene filled my ass, and Calvin filled my mouth.
I fucked all six guys at least once, and learned that I like being fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time. I even ended up having sex with Victoria, and enjoying it. At one point Jill got me alone and asked if I was okay. I said I was having the time of my life, but made her promise her father would never find out.
We had sex all weekend and didn’t leave until we got plowed out Monday afternoon. Everyone said I was the coolest mom. Jill called a few days ago to invite me to another party next month. I said I wouldn’t miss it.—Name and address withheld