OK, you guys, looks like my situation has drawn a little attention while I was away, which is exactly what I was hoping for. But I see that some of you have drawn the wrong impression about what's going on with me and mine. This is not meant to be critical of your opinions. I really appreciate them all, since it's the interchange I'm looking for.
From having perused many of the posts that appear in DC, I can understand where Zep, Rhino and Lattrell are coming from, and why they might assume I'm faking the daughter thing in order to provide a back-door avenue for the exploration of my own emerging fascination with the IR scene. While I have to confess that some of your remarks are very close to the money, others are off-base. Accordingly, I see it's an appropriate time for me to reveal a little more detail and explain the extent of what's happening with me and where it is likely to lead.
First, some background:
I live in a small south Tennessee town that happens to have a low relative population of african-americans. Partly for this reason, none of my family, or any of my friends had ever established any social interaction with black people, so I've never had any real ******** to that scene. Other reasons enter into it as well, the usual ones involving race, which I am not proud to admit, but it's the way things have been for me, until recently. Even while I was attending high school here in the late 1970's, I tended to leave my black classmates mostly alone, and unlike some of my gf's, I never responded to any of the black guys who used to embarrass me by hitting on me. As I reflect back, I can see now what a mistake that was. They were just being guys, interested in hooking up with a white girl, which in those days was a seldom-realized dream. I can also remember how cute I thought some of them were, and most very very nice as well, but it just wasn't done. IR dating was very uncommon in that period, and the stygma that was associated with it was not easily overcome. Besides, I knew my folks would kill me if I got too friendly, even if I had felt the urge to partake.
My wake-up call didn't come until I was 45, at the start of this school year, when my 16-year-old daughter (now a junior) started dating an older 18 year old (black) senior transfer student. It seemed to happen right out of the blue....one day she's seeing her usual white (now-ex) bf's and almost overnight, she gets hooked up with this new, much darker (and ohhh so much cuter) companion. Like most moms, I wasn't aware of this sudden new interest until I was asked to help chaperone one of the school dances, and saw them together, dancing every dance, very close and personal. I was shocked out of my mind to see her with him, and how intimate and comfortable they were with each other, like they had been dating for months. I couldn't help but observe how smooth this guy was, very experienced and confident, with a maturity more like a man than a hs student.
Well, as you might guess, when we got home I confronted our daughter with this new revelation, demanding something of an explanation for keeping her mother in the "dark". Behaving in typical teenage female fashion, she tried to dismiss it as no big deal and nothing for me to get upset about...("just don't tell dad, yet"). Well, she didn't get by with this. I told her that I've got two eyes and being a women, I can see what's going on between you two has the makings of a very big deal, especially given the difference in your ages. She finally admitted that she had been seeing him on the sly ever since he had asked her out the first week after school started. Getting all bubbly, she went on to extoll how cute he was, how nice he treated her, how mature he acted, and all the rest of the gush that any teenage girl with out-of-control hormones (and a dream bf) can feel.
So the little secret was out. They had been going steady for a couple of months then, and it has continued ever since, getting thicker and thicker. She has managed to work up her nerve to have him over to our house a few times to "meet the family", which really thrilled her father. Even though the guy is a charmer, my husband doesn't trust him one bit, and will not act very accommodating around him...very cool and distant, which is very apparent to the rest of us. Every time he leaves after a visit, my husband insists that we need to break this thing up, that it's getting too serious, our daughter is too young for him, and of course that he's black, .....and you know what that means.....that he's only interested in seducing her and God forbid, getting her pregnant. "
"That's all those ni**ers think about, Cheryl, screwing every white girl they can, and seeing how many they can knock up. I've heard it's a challenge for them...their macho image...so I don't trust this guy one bit. You know what he has to be doing with Kathy". And the argument goes on and on and nothing is changing. Our daughter is still seeing him and her father is still irate over it.
Never mind the fact that I think this guy is perfectly wonderful. He's certainly impressive and it didn't take but a few weeks for him to turn me around completely. He's delightful company, funny, articulate (no rap jive from his mouth), polite, and very disarming. No wonder my daughter is so taken with him.....as is her mom (Sandy, you couldn't be more right on that point, but a girl can't help it). Gang, meeting him and my association with him has opened up my eyes to an entirely new world. I've met his family and they are a delight to be around.. It's like any color barrier that might have existed between us has evaporated.....(although my emerging fantasies around him remain very dark, as they should be).
Zep has asked me to read the two picture stories on Sandy's new website, which I had already done before, so I was aware of their erotic content. I find both of them to be very hot, and visually stimulating, as they are designed to be (beautifully done, Zep !!). But let's be realistic for a moment. These accounts as portrayed, vividly and erotically persuasive as they are, do not reflect the real world, in my opinion. They are exaggerated accounts which serve more as highly stimulating incentives for the encouragement of black men (and some white husbands) to convert white women (and reluctant white wives) to the passions that only an experienced black lover can unleach. That is their purpose...to entertain, which they do beautifully, and I'm not ashamed to admit I enjoy them as much as any man, as they merge so well with many of the fantasies I've secretly held for years.
These are the reasons I've joined this DC website, to find out what I can never find out here from any personal contact. First, to discover all I can about the IR dating scene and its implications, to seek advice from kind and knowledgable people who are far more experienced in this area than I will ever be, to help me better cope with this very trying (yet exciting) time in a mother's life, to learn all I can from the black male/white female perspective, and finally, to find a venue where a slightly-bored middle-aged white housewife who has reached her sexual prime can indulge herself in a bit of her own dark fantasy world.
Yes, Lattrell, I do have a dose of "jungle fever". You and others, like Zep, have recognized all the signs, haven't you ? So I will admit to having the same repressed desire and curiosity about the black male, and his sexual prowess, as every other white woman must have surely felt at least once in their lives. It's nature's way, and I think it's pointless to continue in denial. For now though, I am content to emerge myself in the IR fantasy world which I discover is proliferating across the internet (with DC and Sandy's website being among the very best). But I suspect this contentment will not last very much longer. With Kathy's bf around the house, and all the sweet temptations that he represents, I can feel myself slowly losing my resolve. So I have started looking, very discreetly of course, among the few black friends that I have made through my association with my daughter's bf and his family. I'm learning as I go, so you guys wish me luck. As I run into more questions or concerns I cannot answer, I hope I can turn to some of you for assistance (especially Sandy, our sweetheart who keeps all this going, and who comprehends these things... so completely).
In closing, would you like to know the worst part of all this, the part that bothers me the most ? Well it's the jealousy I feel for my own daughter, to know that this 16 year old kid, barely old enough to breed, is now reveling in a far better sex life than her mother has ever enjoyed, or is certainly enjoying now. She doesn't have to tell me anything....a mother can read signs too, can't we, Sandy ??
With my somewhat liberal view of all things sexual, it is of some small comfort to know that when our daughter succumbs to her natural urge to mate, at least she is experiencing it with a lover who knows what he's doing.
And Thank God for the pill !!
Cheers, and peaches to all who responded.
Cheryl