Mothers & Daughters 01: Family 01

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 stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them.

This story is an interracial story.

This is a story about a mother, Abby Ordman and her daughter, Barb. Abby is 43 and Barb is 20. Both women have trim bodies and brunette hair that is wavy and falls just past the shoulders. Barb's breasts are slightly larger than her mom's, but both are well proportioned. The two look shockingly alike, more like sisters despite the age difference. Barb has been away to college and has just finished her sophomore year. The college is local, though, about 30 miles on the other side of the city. Barb had been struggling in her classwork the initial semester, partly due to the long drive each way, parking hassles at a largely commuter college, and the newness of college classes versus high school. She finally accepted her mom's suggestion to give dormitory life a try to eliminate some of the distraction and tension. A major addition to tension for both Abby and Barb was Barb's father who shortly after Barb moved out, divorced her mom.

After receiving the divorce papers, Abby hired an attorney who uncovered an affair by her husband. The attorney also uncovered several financial accounts that had been clumsily separated and hidden. Her husband's affair, it seemed, had been going on for several years. He had already made several major purchases with and for this other woman and they planned to marry as soon as the divorce was settled. These discoveries would put a major wrinkle in his plans.

Abby's attorney was successful in not only locating several financial accounts and detailing the illicit affair, but found medical records of the woman to indicate she was pregnant by her husband. The divorce took much of a year, though the husband assumed Abby would be clueless and he would be gone with a large portion of his wealth. That turned around quickly. Abby not only took the house clear of mortgage, but also his two most prized vehicles, an SUV and sedan. The house sat on an acre of private land in a "nice" part of the city suburbs. The house was 3,000 square feet, much too big for only her, with a pool, and three-car garage. She also "made off", as she thought of it, with much of his wealth. She hired a wealth manager and didn't have to worry about working or Barb's college, again.

Abby felt betrayed, abandoned, and alone after the divorce, though. She was frequently depressed by the betrayal and at a loss when she tried to think about the future.

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MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS: ABBY & BARB

"Mom?!?" Barb yelled it into the house as she and her boyfriend, Ty, bumped through the front door with arms full of boxes. "I know she's here because I told her I'd be coming today and the door is unlocked."

"I can't believe the sized of this house, Barb." Barb and Ty met near the beginning of Barb's sophomore year and this was the first time she had brought him to her mom's home. "I swear, I think this place could fit almost two of my folks' houses."

Barb dropped her box, still wondering where her mom was. "Yeah, well, my dad was an asshole, but an asshole who was really good with money."

From above them, they heard, "Well, that was before he decided to divorce me. Not that I hold any ill-will against him." Almost lost with a much-softened voice, "I hope that slut he married walks out on him."

Abby had joined them in the foyer. Barb was shaking her head at Abby's last comment. "Oh, come now, girl. Saying that is much better than hoping he rots in hell."

"Mother!" Changing the subject, "You remember, Ty?"

"Of course, I remember Ty." She gave him a hug, then her daughter. "I had to drive up to campus and take you two out to dinner to meet him, but... hey, I'm just mom." Barb raised her arm as if to swat at her and Abby put up her hands in self-defense. "Take a joke, honey." She looked at Ty and asked, "How much more is there?"

Ty rolled his eyes, "Women... seriously, I have no idea how this much stuff came out of that dorm room." Barb looked like she was going to hit Ty, now. Ty and Abby laughed but Barb picked up her box and huffed as she took the stairs. Ty shrugged and followed.

Abby watched the two of them and smiled. Barb was such a sweet girl and she hated that one of the first things coming out of her mouth was her divorce. Somehow, she needed to get past that. Ty, short for Tyrel, is a very handsome black man a year older than her daughter. After knowing each other for less than a year, Abby had the feeling Ty was very good for her daughter. At least, that was what she saw in her daughter's eyes when she was around him.

She promised herself right then, she would find a way to be better. She would find a way to change her life in a way that would be amazing for herself and her daughter. Barb deserved so much more from her. She would find a way to give it to her, to be the support and encouragement she deserved.

After several weeks of being home, Barb's concern for her mom hadn't eased. She found her listless and unfocused. She remembered another woman, the mother who was so active in her life without being overbearing or controlling. She always had room to move and discover, largely because of the relationship they shared; her mom had that kind of trust in her. Barb missed that woman. She wanted desperately to have that woman back in her life. But she also realized that her mom needed to be that woman again for her own good, so she could move on and find the measure of happiness and contentment, and fulfillment she deserved.

Barb finally dragged Abby out for an evening with her and Ty. She didn't give her an alternative, insisting that she needed to get out and enjoy herself for at least a few hours. Ty met them at one of their favorite bars where they could talk if they wanted or dance to the DJ music provided. They sat in a booth with Abby sitting on one side. Abby's impressions of Ty were reinforced watching the two of them. The young couple quickly fell into an easy, comfortable banter about friends, school, and the summer. Ty was staying on campus during the summer as he had part-time positions at the Student Union and tutoring in Economics.

The two had danced several times until Barb convinced Ty to ask Abby. With some reluctance, Abby accepted the offer. It had been years, a lot of years since she had danced last, but Ty promised to pick slower songs for her. Shyly, she accepted. The first dance was an early classic rock song she remembered but couldn't name.

Abby confided her awkwardness of dancing with her daughter's boyfriend. He responded, "Mrs. O, Barb is just worried about you. She thinks you need to have some fun."

Abby looked into the young man's face. He was a full six inches taller and trim, but strongly built. He was very comfortable and confident in his action and she understood why her daughter liked him. "Well, first... don't call me 'Mrs.' anything. As you can guess, my marriage didn't end well and I don't want reminders." He apologized. "Just... call me by my name. It feels weird. I mean I'm an older woman and mother and I am not in some crisis where I am trying to relate to my daughter's boyfriend in desperation." She fell quiet for some minutes. The song changed but the music remained slow. "Maybe I do need to find something in my life to give me joy and pleasure... something to allow me to move forward with something." She looked into his eyes. She had more to drink already than she had in a while because she refused to drink at home by herself. She liked this man... she liked him a lot... and she was happy for her daughter. But did she really want another relationship with strings and commitments and expectations of the future? She seriously wondered about that.

"Abby? Where did you go?"

She shook her head and smiled back at him. "Sorry, thinking about... anyway, you should get back to Barb. This is a young place and people are going to wonder about you dancing with an old woman." She chuckled but he didn't.

As he listened to her, he glanced over at Barb who was smiling and still encouraging him. The music had changed to an old romantic song and he unconsciously pulled Abby tighter into his arms. She reacted with a shiver that he felt but didn't release the quite proper dance position. He shifted one hand to her shoulder and the other to the small of her back. She tensed for a moment before putting both of her arms around his neck like she did when she was younger. She could feel his tight, strong body against hers and it made her yearn for... what wasn't in her life, anymore.

Ty softly spoke into her ear, "Abby... if any of my buddies were here, they would be watching and wondering, not about why I was dancing with an 'older woman', but where I met this woman. You're Barb's mom and maybe you just haven't looked at yourself since she has become a woman, but you and she look more like sisters than mother and daughter." He paused, not at all sure what kind of footing he was on, but he knew how worried Barb was for her mom and decided to plow ahead. "Yes, Abby, you are a mature woman but a beautiful woman with an attractive body. Mature or young, men will find you desirable." Then he shut up. He knew he probably said too much. It was all true and how he felt, but... this was Barb's mom.

Abby stopped dead on the dance floor, which only strengthened Ty's fears. But Abby was blushing. She leaned forward and gave the young man a kiss on the cheek and took his hand. "Thank you, Ty. I'm not sure I believe all that, but... thank you."

The next morning, Abby sat at the kitchen table sipping from a mug and gazing into the hot, dark liquid as if she expected to find answers in the swirling steam to the questions swirling in her head. She hadn't heard her daughter enter the room and flinched when her arms suddenly were wrapped around her shoulders in a wonderful morning hug.

"Morning mom. Since when did you start sleeping in tee-shirts?"

Abby giggled and glanced at her daughter as she moved to the cupboard for a mug. "I haven't... I sleep naked now." She watched the surprised... shock?... look Barb returned to her. "I thought I should have something on for when you got up."

Barb sat down kitty-corner at the table. "You're teasing me."

Abby laughed. "Partly, yeah. I do sleep naked, now. I started when your father left. Don't ask me why. But, no, I don't walk around the house that way." She looked at Barb who was also in an old tee-shirt. "Is that Ty's?"

Barb looked down at herself and nodded. "But... I guess like mother, like daughter." She smiled. Abby shook her head. "It looked like you were having fun last night," Abby confessed she did. "That's what I mean, mom." They talked about the night before and Abby confessed the nice things Ty had said to her. Barb corrected her. "Those weren't just 'nice things' that he said. You didn't notice the other guys watching you. You are a very attractive woman, mom. You should have some fun." Abby laughed. Being honest to herself, she had to confess she didn't know how to begin. As if reading her mother, Barb pushed, "Seriously, mom, when was the last time you were fucked?"

Abby responded with shock. First off, 'fucked' had never been in her vocabulary. Secondly, this was her daughter. She was telling her mother what she needed was just a good... fucking? She didn't know if she should show anger or... what?

"Honey, I can't even imagine getting into another relationship with commitments that might lead to... that. I can't deal with that, at least not now and maybe not ever, again."

Barb took her mother's hand and got her attention, "Then don't. Just have fun with it. Mom... sex can be just sex. Sex can be more, yes, but it can also just be people having fun. Sex is fun. Sex is exciting. Sex is intimate. But it doesn't have to be bigger than that. It doesn't have to be a big deal with all kinds of strings attached."

Abby was the mother but she was the shy, nervous one in the direction this was going. But she pushed herself on. She told herself she wanted to make a change and here her daughter was trying to help her. Abby's response was tentative, not at all sure she should continue this train of thought. "You're talking about a sex friend?"

Barb giggled, "Well, we call them fuck-buddies."

Abby just looked at her daughter. She had been sure since late high school that she had been sexually active and she knew she was protected. She knew sex wasn't the answer for everything that bothered her, but she also knew it was a great tension reliever. "Why does it sound like you are very familiar with the concept of a 'fuck-buddy'?"

Barb laughed. "Ty and I are really tight, mom. I mean, he might be the guy, but we're not rushing into anything for a while. And, yes, there are times for us when sex is more than just sex. We also just enjoy sex, though. And, yes, sometimes that is with friends. We have fun partying, and that sometimes leads to multiple partner sex." Abby just looked at her daughter. Who was this woman so casual and comfortable with sex and partners? But Barb hadn't forgotten an unanswered question. "Mom, you never answered me... how long has it been since you've been fucked?"

Abby sighed and directed her eyes to her empty mug instead of her daughter. "A long time. Four or five years."

"Four or five... that's longer than..."

"Yes, daughter, longer than we've been divorced. I was so stupid... so trusting. You know, I might be madder at myself than your father. How could I have been so stupid? I thought it was all work and being tired and us getting older. It happens to married people, right? They drift apart and lose the fire?"

Barb stood and encircled her mom in her arms, again. At the same time, she resolved to do something about it.

* * * *

Barb drove back to the campus to meet Ty in the Student Union. She had been talking to Ty for 15 minutes about the conversation she had with her mom. Ty was visibly uncomfortable with the discussion. Well, not really discussion because it was only Barb talking. There was no dialogue and Ty was pretty sure he didn't want to get more involved than listening to his girlfriend. But his fears came to pass.

Barb calmly and matter-of-factly asked him, "What do you think of my mom?" Confusion and concern overtook him. They already had this discussion and he told her that. "No... no, I mean... how do you like her?" He didn't like these open-ended questions that could land him in hot water. So, Barb took a deeper breath and Ty wanted to close his eyes as if that might make this whole thing go away. Instead, he knew Barb didn't give up on things once she got her head going on something, so he focused on her and waited. And, press on she did, "Would you fuck my mom? I mean, I want you to fuck my mom. That's what she needs."

Ty almost couldn't believe what he heard. "Seriously? You think what your mom needs is a good fucking so you want me to give it to her? Are you crazy?"

Barb just shook her head and smiled at him. "No, I am not crazy. I saw it in her when we talked. Yes, I am serious. I'll be there to help, of course."

Ty just stared at her. Of course, she'll be right there as if we were suggesting moving some of her furniture. At the same time, two things hit him at once. The first was that he knew Barb and she was serious and she was asking him only because she trusted him to be loving and caring and not screw it up. Well, not mess it up. The second was... he really did like Abby. He felt it with her in his arms dancing. No, not like he liked Barb, but there was something about Abby, and that something combined with being asked was exciting to him. Could he say no to Barb and did he really want to?

* * * *

It seemed impossible for a while, but Barb finally got her mother to give in. In the end, Abby had to agree she had nothing to lose but embarrassment by having sex with her daughter and her boyfriend. She could only wonder what the world was coming to. But she was getting nowhere fast on her own, so maybe Barb's approach could get her off dead-center. And, Ty was a handsome young man.

"Mom, please. You agreed and Ty is downstairs. Imagine what he's going through."

Abby sighed and half-joked, "What, I don't even get a dinner, first?"

Barb laughed, "Dinner would just prolong your thinking about it. The next time, we'll do dinner, first."

"The next time?"

The women left the master bedroom for the stairs. Abby was dressed in a pleated skirt to her knees with a white buttoned blouse. Barb was in slacks and a pull-over, open neck shirt. As agreed, Barb moved to sit next to Ty while Abby got drinks for them all, even if Barb wasn't quite drinking age. Abby sat in a chair in front of them across a low coffee table. All conversation was awkward and Ty and Abby had a difficult time with eye contact.

Abby finally took a big gulp of her bourbon and looked directly at Ty. "Ty... are you as nervous about this as I am?" He nodded. She guessed he might be near the same nervous-fit point she was. It wasn't really fair to ask a young man to do this when he cares so much for the other woman in the room. Right then, Abby decided to be the adult. "I understand. It might not be fair that you were asked... or was it pressured?... to do this." He looked up and smiled. For the first time, he seemed a bit relaxed. "Thank you. Barb only asked you, I think, because she cares so much for both of us, and... she trusts you so much." Abby stood and put her arms out toward him, "So, before I chicken out entirely..."

Ty looked over at Barb who smiled and nodded. He moved around the coffee table and walked into Abby's arms. They hugged, but then kissed... on the lips. The first kiss was tentative. The second wasn't. Abby sighed, then gasped as she pressed her body into the young man. When Ty pressed into her, she gasped, broke the kiss and hugged him tightly, and trembled.

"Ooooooo... oh... my... God...."

Ty looked over at Barb who shrugged. He lifted Abby's chin to look into her eyes. "Did you just cum?" Abby nodded. She took Ty's hand and pulled him out of the living room for the stairs.

It got awkward, again, in the bedroom. Barb walked right past them to lower the covers on the king-sized bed. This time, it was Ty who took the next step. He kissed Abby passionately while allowing his hands to glide over her body. Any touching that might have happened while dancing was incidental to dancing. This was different. His hands caressed her back, identifying the presence of a bra strap. A hand moved down to the small of her back, pulling her into him and he felt her body press into his growing cock. When his hand moved further to her butt, pulling her firmly into his groin, he felt her shiver in recognition of his own arousal. Her sighs and moans had long since told him of her own arousal.

He looked into her eyes with his fingers poised at the top button of her blouse. She gave a simple nod, almost imperceptible if not looking for something as he was. He unbuttoned that first top button, their eyes still in contact. She flinched ever so slightly as the third button was undone and he opened her blouse to kiss the exposed skin above her bra. She groaned. He finished with the buttons and pulled the blouse from her skirt. Leaving the blouse hanging open, he took her back in his arms, this time his hands under the blouse against her bare skin. She gasped and drove her tongue to his mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he slid the garment off her shoulders. She released her hug around him only long enough to discard the blouse.

She was lost in his kiss. God, what a kisser. She flinched and gasped louder, but for her mouth being trapped, when he unhooked her bra strap in back. She lowered her arms willingly... eagerly... as he moved back slightly to remove it from her arms. His hands found both of her breasts and she moaned. He moved back a step, still holding her upper arms, and gazed appreciatively at her standing before him topless. He cupped one breast, bent over, and sucked on the nipple. He then repeated the same to the other breast and nipple. She watched. She shivered. She watched the black face and mouth at her white breast. The youth... the contrast... the confidence he now showed... my God! She shivered, again.