[Note: Mother Debbie, the famous advisor of cuckold husbands, is the creation of CDE. He has generously let me borrow her in order to help another woman in need. (See "A Woman Who Loves Men.") Thanks CDE! Also, I acknowledge inspiration from Dee Dee, wherever you are now. :-( ]
Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another edition of my Internet column for those of you who need the kind of advice I offer.
Well, let's turn to today's case. It's a little out of the ordinary. I call it: "Sherry's Mom."
Dear Mother Debbie,
I know you usually help only cuckolded men and wimp husband wannabes, but I read your very perceptive reply to the young woman in "A Woman Who Loves Men" and I was hoping you could help me as well.
The problem is my daughter, Sherry. She is eighteen and married to Ralph, a nice young banker and fairly handsome. I had my reservations about him when I noticed that Sherry never talked about him fucking her on dates. Of course I know it's normal for high school girls going out with grown men to fuck behind their mothers' backs, but I gradually came to the conclusion that he wasn't fucking Sherry at all! I checked her panties for semen and never found any. More ominously, she always came home still wearing them! And not only panties. My daughter actually wore pantyhose on dates! I hadn't worn pantyhose since the time I missed getting fucked when a boy came while trying to get me out of them. Hell it' not easy even to masturbate in the stupid things!
Sherry had met Ralph in of those fanatical religious groups that tell people not to have sex before marriage, but I never dreamed that my Sherry, who had started getting herself off at eleven when her tits started their very successful progression down the alphabet, would actually go for that stuff. How else is a woman to know if a guy has a big enough cock and a strong enough sex drive to keep her well filled and well fucked the way she needs? I told her going to the altar without having a bun in the oven was risky, but she wouldn't listen.
I should have known that if this Ralph were the man for Sherry, he'd have whipped out a cock that put her 9" vibrator to shame and waited until she fell on her knees to worship it. Still, it didn't seem too important at the time. I encouraged Sherry to get Ralph to marry her because he could afford to bring up lots of babies for my Sherry. Ralph himself is a bit dim, but his family money is BRIGHT green. Of course he is totally in love with my Sherry. What man wouldn't be? Sherry takes after me, funny, intelligent, and made for sex -- narrow waist, long blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, 5'9" (she towers over Ralphie, even without her trademark 5-inch heels), and 37D breasts. She differs from me in just one important way; she is not interested in cuckolding the little wimp.
I admit this is partly my fault. When she was growing up I was so busy bringing home lovers to service my own ravenous pussy and to keep Dan (that's my darling hubby) with lots of tasty mouthfuls of cum to drink from my well-used twat, that I didn't want Sherry around to get in the way. I was forever sending her over to her Aunt Joyce's house when she was little. I guess I did not realize how much an impressionable young girl can be influenced by another adult. My little sister does not approve of my lifestyle and passed this distaste on to my Sherry. By the time she was a teenager and I was ready to bring her in on the fun, Sherry was totally in Joyce's orbit and refused even to help me do threesomes, much less pull trains for my friends.
Hell, the silly girl wouldn't even fuck her own Uncle Bob. Can you imagine? And Joyce's husband is one horny bastard; I've fucked him enough times to know. I'm practically the poor guy's only outlet when he's in town. Joyce doesn't want any kids and will only fuck him about once a month when she's super safe. I felt sorry for Bob with two sexy women around the house, neither of whom would so much as give him a blowjob. He's no stud like my lovers, but he's no pencil dick like my husband either. He deserved to have his sexy little niece fucking him on the side at the very least.
Anyway, back to MY problem. Sherry has been married for almost a year now and her belly remains disappointingly flat as a board. She has let slip that Ralph only screws her about once a week, which is terrible, but still ought to be enough, don't you think? I'm afraid this Ralph is seriously under-powered in the in the baby-making department. I have, of course, hinted at the obvious solution, letting Sherry use one of my well-hung lovers, but she will have nothing of it. She is even talking about adopting. Damned if I'm going to see Ralph's money wasted rearing someone else's bastard when he could be paying for my daughter's bastard!
I'm thirty-five years old, Mother Debbie. I deserve grandchildren! My question is, how?
Dear Sherry's Mom,
Oh, dear, you do have a problem and one that many women like you have, arising from excessive discretion about your affairs around your children. Mother Debbie does not enjoy saying, "I told you so," but she recommends much more blatant cuckolding in order to set a good example for daughters. After all, if a little girl doesn't see her mom walking into the house from a date in sexy get-ups, hair disheveled, and with her lovers' cum running down her legs after a last minute fuck the car, or hear Mommy in her bedroom braying for some well-hung guy to fuck a baby into her while her daddy watches, how is she going to learn? And since you don't mention any other children, I take it YOU have been having so much fun you've neglected to let your lovers give your hubby a houseful of little bastards to rear. No wonder you have a problem child!
However, Mother Debbie is here to help, not to lecture on child rearing. Since your daughter has been exposed to her Aunt Joyce's pernicious attitude toward sex and your own failure to set a positive example, her attitude is understandable. The solution is staring you in the face. It's not too late to change those inappropriate role models. You'd better start with changing Joyce, for if at this point Sherry sees you starting to flaunt your infidelities, she could reject you entirely. Try first to open up your repressed sister to the joys of extra-marital sex with a strapping stud fucktoy. (Sounds like the woman needs it!) If Sherry sees her admired Aunt Joyce becoming a proper slut and then you begin to show her you are the same, that should do the trick.
Let me know how you fare.
Best wishes for a cheating, preggy daughter,
(To be continued) Comments, please, to Homer Vargas