Guess Who's Coming for Dinner?

I was working away in the kitchen, cooking what should be another great meal for my family. My daughter was arriving today from Seattle to her home here in Portland. She's staying for a week, and to surprise us, she is bringing her new boyfriend. My husband and I haven't heard much about him, but apparently, she says he's attentive, and everything she has been looking for in a man.

I put the chicken in the oven and give it time to thoroughly cook, in the mean time, I feel like I should get myself more presentable for when my guests arrive.

I go upstairs into my bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. It is a lavish area, with a big walk in shower, a large mirror fitted into the wall and sink with a long counter-top. I strip off from my comfy clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket. I get a good look at my naked body, analysing the forty two years of my life and how I ended up with what I have now.

I have a full and voluptuous figure, my breasts are large, needing an E-cup to properly contain them. They have a little sag to them, not being as perky as they once were in my youth, but the generous amount of flesh makes up for it. I have noticed that men try to ogle my chest when I have been out and about, especially when I am wearing an outfit that is revealing.

Looking down, I have a flat tummy, I worked hard to shed the baby weight when I first had my daughter, not wanting to repulse my husband. I also have wide, child bearing hips, complete with thick thighs, and a small bush of dark pubic hair between my legs that frames my vagina.

I run a slender hand through my nether regions, my delicate fingers being caught up in my dark curls, then touching my vulva. I give a small gasp at the touch, something I have not felt from my husband for some time.

I then examine my face, I have beautiful features, a heart shaped face, with a small nose, plump lips and striking blue eyes. I am a natural blonde, but have dyed it recently into a dark chocolate brown, the length of my thick and luscious curls runs down almost to the small of my back. I turn in the mirror to see my big ass, the fat cheeks look enticing and I give it a hard wiggle to hear then clap. I give a small giggle at the somewhat childish nature of the noise and turn back around. And to finish off, I give my buttocks a firm slap, the sound echoing in the bathroom.

Happy at my appearance, I get a quick shower. I enjoy the feeling of the warm, wet waters crashing over my curvy body, I lather myself in a sweet jasmine scented body gel. I focus on my breasts, stomach and shapely legs, then go to my large rear end, and brave to touch my vagina, washing it, but also becoming turned on.

I decide to masturbate, to relive the stress and tension I had been feeling today. My fingers glide between my slick folds, the warm water cascading over my body as I lean back against the tiled wall. A soft moan escapes my lips as I circle my clit, the pressure building with each slow, deliberate stroke. My breath hitches at the building pleasure I give myself, my nipples hardening under the spray. I bite my lower lip, hips arching slightly as I imagine my husband attending to my carnal needs. I tease myself deeper, faster... and then the burst of pleasure washes over my body, as I make myself climax, moaning hard at the self relief.

After my release, I finish in the shower, drying my body and walk into the bedroom to get myself dressed. I choose a pretty white sun dress, with blue floral patterns adorning it. I spin to watch it flow and flap, smiling at the motions of the skirts.

I returned downstairs, doing busy work in the kitchen as I made arrangements of preparing food, and to be hospitable for when my daughter gets here.

After some time has passed, I hear a knock at the door. I go to the foyer of my home and open the front door, and there I am greeted by my daughter, Chloe. And standing just behind her, I could only assume was her boyfriend, a very handsome young black man.

"Hey, mom!" shouts Chloe, and she jumps in for a hug, I return it and give her a squeeze. "I love the hair."

"Hello sweetie, and thank you. I'm glad you could make it." We release each other and I gesture to the man standing behind her. "And who do we have here?"

"Mom. This is my boyfriend." Chloe flaunts him with exaggerated arm movements, a beaming smile on her face. "Jay!"

He extends out a hand to shake, and I take it.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs Welles." His voice is deep and commanding, something that would easily catch your attention. His grip was strong and his hand was big, his dark skin contrasted well with the pale porcelain features of my own. For some reason, my heart fluttered from his touch, and my cheeks start to blush.

"No, Mrs Welles is too formal. Call me Liz." I say to him.

"Ok, Liz." He gives a small laugh.

"Such a gentleman. Isn't he a dream, mom?" Chloe presses her body against Jay's, hugging his large arm.

I look over the two of them, and they make for a very attractive couple.

Chloe is at the young age of twenty-one and was blessed with my physical genes, she has natural bright blonde hair that reaches to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She shares a curvy body like mine, with wide hips, thick thighs, a big ass and from the times I took her clothes shopping, I knew she fit into a double D bra. Chloe is very beautiful, with cute and innocent features, that made many of the boys turn their heads in her direction. She had many suitors after her, and she had the occasional boyfriend, but dating a man like Jay was a first.

Jay himself was very handsome, with a strong jawline that was adorned with black and neatly trimmed facial hair. He had a well styled and short haircut, with dark brown eyes that I could get lost in. His body looked very muscular, by the way his shirt hugged his torso, it looked like he had a broad chest and big biceps. I couldn't resist but quickly glance at his crotch, and I spotted a sizeable mound there. Was he hard, or was that what it looked like when he was soft?

I agreed with my daughter that her boyfriend was indeed a dream, and offered them to come inside.

Jay picked up some bags near their feet, and carried them inside my home. I showed them to Chloe's room, not that my daughter needed to be chaperoned.

I went downstairs to make some coffee for them. They soon came down into the kitchen where I was, and they greeted me.

"Food smells great, Liz." Complimented Jay, and my heart skipped a beat again.

"Thank you, Jay. I try very hard with cooking."

"Mom is a great cook, babe. You're in for a treat." Chloe said to him.

"Milk, sweetie?" I suggested to Chloe, but she stopped me from pouring it.

"No mom, I have my coffee black now." She then shot a flirty look to Jay. "Just like my men."

I was caught off guard by her words, and stumbled over my own when I asked how Jay took his coffee.

"Sweet, with plenty of cream." He also gave Chloe a naughty look. "Just like how I like my women."

The playful remark sent a jolt through me, my fingers tightening around the coffee mug as I fought to keep my expression neutral. Chloe giggled, pressing closer to Jay, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. The way he looked at her, eyes heavy with amusement and something far more primal that made my skin flush.

I busied myself with the sugar, stirring it into Jay's coffee with deliberate slowness, just to give my hands something to do.

The spoon clinked against the ceramic as I handed Jay his coffee, our fingers brushing for just a second, long enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

"Careful, it's hot." I murmured, my voice lower than I intended.

Jay gave me a wicked grin, and I swore he even winked at me.

Chloe draped herself over the kitchen island, oblivious to the tension as she sipped her black coffee.

"It's so good to be back." Said Chloe.

"And it's good to have you back, sweetie. I'm looking forward to the week ahead." I said, and I gave a glance to Jay, my heart was still fluttering at the sight of him. I was beginning to think that I had a little crush on my daughter's boyfriend, which I knew I shouldn't be having, but I couldn't help it.

The rich aroma of coffee filled my senses as I leaned against the counter, watching Jay take his first sip. His throat worked as he swallowed, the muscles flexing beneath his stubble-darkened skin. I caught myself staring and quickly glanced away, but not before noticing how his biceps strained against his sleeves when he set the mug down.

"So Jay." I said to him, smoothing my dress over my hips. "Chloe has hardly told me and her father anything about you, what is it you do for a living?"

He grinned, his teeth white against his dark skin. "Well, I'm a personal trainer. Your daughter came in for a session and..."

"And I appreciated his advice." Finished Chloe. I sensed there was more to the story than that, so I dug a little deeper.

"Come now sweetie, I know I'm your mother, but I'm no prude. Tell me how it really went." I seemed hungry for the details, eager to know more.

"Ok. Jay was teaching me how to do my form correctly at the squatting rack. He got behind me, quite close." Chloe looked at Jay with seductive eyes.

"I needed to, just to show you how it's done." He tried to defend himself.

"Oh, you needed to be that close to my butt?" She joked. "I could feel it pressing against me."

He threw his hands up in surrender. "You got me. I wanted to be that close to you, but you can't blame me. You've got a great ass."

They both laughed as I watched them naturally interact with each other, they were definitely suited well together.

"He then watched me, quite intently might I add. Every squat... he was looking at my ass."

"I just wanted to make sure you were doing as you were told." He said.

"I always do, you know that." She flashed him a naughty smile, a tension was now building between them.

Chloe then turned to me to finish the story. "After the session, I could tell he wanted something, so I made sure he asked me out."

"Which I did." He pointed out.

"Then we started dating, and of course he became my boyfriend." Chloe finished. "And I'm so glad I went to that gym, and got hit on by you."

"I didn't really hit on you." He said.

"Not with your words, but with something else." She suggested.

Jay gave a deep chuckle and leaned forward on the kitchen island, resting his forearms upon it. The movement made his shoulders and large biceps flex beneath his shirt, and I caught myself biting my lower lip.

"Guilty as charged." He admitted, his voice showing amusement.

* * *

We all spent the time talking, and I got to know Jay more. He is the same age as my daughter, and he enjoys movies, playing football, boxing and obviously, working out.

The front door opened to signal the return of my husband, Graham. He entered the kitchen as I looked at the food in the oven, dropping his suitcase near the kitchen doorway. Chloe hurried to her father and gave him a hug, and he gave her one back.

My husband was nearly in his fifties, with greying hair that had started to recede, and tired looking eyes from working late. He had an average build, and the only exercise he applied himself in was the occasional jog on the weekends. He was still handsome in his own right, but with stress and over working himself, his skin became more wrinkled and weathered.

"Hey dad." Chloe said to him. "I want you to meet someone."

"Oh. Chloe I just got-." He began but was dragged into the front room. I could see his face drop from where I was standing at the sight of our guest.

"Dad, this is Jay. My boyfriend." She introduced him to her father.

"He's bla-." Graham stopped himself from finishing his words. "Good to meet you, Jay."

They exchanged greetings and pleasantries, and once everyone had settled, I announced that dinner was ready.

We all sat at the large varnished wood table in the dining room, Graham sitting at the head, his usual position as the breadwinner of the family. I sat on his right, Jay on his left, and Chloe sat near her boyfriend.

The meal was exquisite, if I do say so myself. Everyone was eating will delight on their faces, the sound of cutlery against plates and the cutting of food filled the room.

"This is amazing, Liz." Jay complimented me.

"Yes, Elizabeth is an excellent cook." Graham reached out to grasp my hand. "I can't believe I ever knew a time without her cooking."

The meal was a success, and Graham found out more about Jay, and he seemed satisfied with the answers he gave.

Later that night, Graham and I retired to bed, my husband seemed exhausted from working all day.

I was getting myself ready for bed, applying my skin routine in the ensuite bathroom, and I put on a purple silk nightgown for sleep. I came into the bedroom to find Graham already tucked underneath the covers in his pyjamas, he was wearing his glasses to read his book to wind down.

I opened the covers to get under them too, the cool sheets prickled my skin as I settled myself in.

"What do you think of Jay?" I asked Graham.

He looked annoyed at being disturbed, but put his book down on the bed to answer me.

"Elizabeth, had it escaped your notice that he's black?" He said in an accusing tone.

"I know he is, and there's nothing wrong with that." I told him.

"I'm not being racist, it's just that I thought Chloe would be with someone..." He trailed off, looking at the rising anger in my face, knowing that if he finished his sentence I would be furious with him.

"Lets just go to sleep." We agreed.

But that night, I found it hard to sleep. Imaginations ran through my head, and they were of Jay. I wondered what he looked like naked, and how he must satisfy my daughter in bed. I felt the ache of arousal between my thighs, and I couldn't help but touch myself whilst my husband snored beside me.

I managed to keep myself quiet enough to give myself some relief, rubbing at my clit under my night gown. I stifled my moans with my hand as I gave myself an orgasm, something my husband has not done in a long time.

* * *

The next morning, my husband's side of the bed was empty. I checked the clock on the bedside table and it read seven in the morning, Graham had already left for work just over an hour ago.

I got myself up and put my fluffy dressing gown around me, covering my modesty. I went out of my bedroom door and I could hear noises down the hall, they sound like a woman moaning.

I realised the sounds were coming from my daughter's room, her door was slightly ajar and I creeped up to it to find out what was happening.

The moans became louder as I stepped closer, and I could also hear the soft, deep grunts of a man. My heart began to beat fast as I anticipated at what I was about to witness.

I looked through the gap, and there I saw Chloe and Jay having sex.

Jay was gripping Chloe's hips, his thick, muscular arms flexing as he drove into her hard from behind. The loud slapping of hips colliding with Chloe's big fat ass could easily be heard from where I stood. Her back was arched, the sheets twisted in her fists as she whimpered and moaned.

"Oh God, Jay. Fuck!"

His ebony skin glistened with sweat under the morning light filtering through the curtains, every powerful thrust making the bed creak. His tight glutes tensed with every thrust he made, he was giving my daughter a good hard fucking. And from the look on her face, she was loving it.

I should have walked away, I know I should have walked back down the hallway, and pretend that I never saw this. But I couldn't move, I was transfixed at the spectacle before me.

I looked down at Jay's groin and gasped.

His cock was huge! Much bigger than my husband's. I suppose it's true what they say about black men. It was long, dark and thick, splitting Chloe's labia lips apart so obscenely to accommodate him. Her pussy was greedily sucking up the length of Jay's dick, hungry and eager to keep taking it.

I had to admit, my daughter looked sexy being fucked from behind by Jay. Her large tits bounced from his movements, and her shapely rear end rippled from his hard thrusts. Her beautiful short blonde tresses were flying around her head, making her look angelic, but with the sex she was engaged in, told a different story. She was a whore for Jay's big black cock.

Jay's impressive muscles were tensed as he continued to fuck my daughter. I could see from this angle that he had big biceps, a hulking chest, and a well defined six pack. He was a specimen of pure masculinity, and my daughter was experiencing the full force and pleasure of it.

The musky scent of sex wafted through the door to fill my nostrils, the sights, the sounds and now the smell caused me to become wet between my legs. I ventured a hand down to rub at my pussy, my fantasies taking ahold of me, as I gawked at my own daughter being pounded by this strong and handsome black man. The contrast of their pale and dark skin intertwined with each other was mesmerising.

As I watched, and heard that Chloe's moans were desperate, a plea for more of his large shaft to drive into her, deep and hard.

"You like that, bitch?" He said to Chloe, giving her chubby ass cheeks a slap. "You like this big black cock in you!"

"I love it!" She groaned. "Give it to me, Jay!"

"Give what to you?" He teased, his hips snapping hard into her.

"Give me that big black cock, in my tight white pussy." Chloe moaned submissively.

"That's right, bitch." He said to her, the power in his favour. "You're a slit for this cock.

Chloe could only moan and whimper in response to how right he was.

I was surprised at the wanton display of my cute and innocent daughter, now sunken to a salacious harlot. But seeing this turned me on even more, knowing that Jay was dominant in the bedroom, and my daughter yielded to him.

"Ah! I'm gonna cum." He announced, gripping her wide hips tightly.

"Cum on my face! On my face!" Chloe begged.

Jay pulled out of her, his huge black member glistening with my daughter's juices. His big black balls dangling underneath, they were tensing in preparation. Chloe turned to face him on her knees, presenting herself to him as he stood over her, stroking his dick and pointing it at her cute features.

"Yeah!" He groaned. "Take it, bitch!"

Jay growled as he reached his climax and began to cum. Thick ropes of semen were shooting out and glazing Chloe's face and big tits. She had opened her mouth to catch some with her tongue, and swallowed the sperm that landed on it.

Chloe looked to be in complete ecstasy at being treated like this, sticky ejaculate dripping down her cheeks and onto her breasts. Jay's chest heaved as he looked down at her, his expression a combination of satisfaction and intensity. She looked up at him with adoring eyes, as she scooped up some of his cum to suck on.

I somehow managed to sneak away before I was spotted by the couple, and new feelings welled up inside me, along with a fiery passion that I had not felt for a long time.