Daughter Follows Mommy's Advice Ch. 01

Black Cutie Seduces Her White Daddy

Shanice Sampson

I was so behind now. Two girls in the Daddy’s Good Girls Club had gotten bred by their daddies. Two of them out of five of us. I was about to be left in the bottom percentile if I didn’t make my move on my sexy daddy.

He was such a handsome man. A silver fox who had a decade on my mother. He still looked so good. Fit and strong with those wings of gray hair streaking through his brown hair. He wore glasses, but those just made him distinguished. Intelligent. He was a hunky teacher.

That was how my father and mother met. He had been her teacher. They had an illicit affair that resulted in me. I loved that so much. They married, of course, and didn’t often tell anyone how she had enjoyed an older man.

Eighteen. Twelfth grade. My age.

I needed to know all of mom’s moves. I wanted him so much. I couldn’t think of anything else as I stared at my face in the mirror. I had mocha-brown skin, a swirl of momma’s chocolate and daddy’s vanilla. I was their little interracial miracle. My round boobs were nice and quivering with dark nipples. I had a thick bush that hid my pussy lips. I turned and jiggled my booty in the mirror. I had my mother’s ass.

I ran a comb through my black hair. It was straight like Daddy’s. Finer. Momma paid good money at the salon to straighten her hair and put in her extensions. I had delicious hair. I let it fall down my back.

I needed my momma’s advice. She knew the secret of seducing daddy. She had done it at eighteen. Don’t think for a moment that Daddy was the predator. Oh, no, Mom was a huntress who had pounced on her gorgeous teacher. I would do the same with my hunky daddy.

I pulled on a bra, panties, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. I headed downstairs to get the 411 for Momma. I found her in the kitchen cleaning up after Sunday morning breakfast. Dad was out mowing the lawn like a good husband and father. The growl of it filled the house as I skipped up to her.

“What?” she asked, suspicion in her eyes. She had rich, ebony skin and a curvy figure she showed off with her tight-fitting jeans and her belly shirt. Her flat stomach was impressive. She was twice my age, after all. Young and hot at thirty-seven. “You have that gleam in your eyes, Shanice.”

“I just wanna know how you did it, Momma,” I said, leaning against the counter. “How you seduced Daddy and made him yours. All the naughty deets.”

“You do, huh?” she asked, flitting her eyes up and down me. Was she lingering on my perky breasts? They were blossoming nicely. “You got a hot teacher you want to seduce?”

I nodded, hoping that being bold and honest would score me major brownie points with Mom. I mean, she seduced her teacher at my age. She couldn’t be mad because I wanted to do the same thing. I’d just keep out the small detail that it was Daddy I wanted.

No need to make her worried I was trying to steal him. I wasn’t. I was more than willing to share. She was my momma. I just wanted to get the same loving that she got. Daddy was a passionate man. He was a virile stud. I heard them. A lot.

“Well, you are my little girl,” she said, turning off the sink. She wiped her hands off with a washcloth. She motioned me to the kitchen table.

I hurried over as she filled the electric kettle. She started that going as I pulled up a seat at the kitchen table, waiting for her to brew the tea. She liked to talk over tea. I sat there, waiting while she kept wiping down the counters, shaking her head.

I kicked my legs beneath the table, squirming. I just wanted this to be perfect. It would be perfect with Daddy. He would make me into a woman and into a mommy. I would have my daddy’s baby before Tamara or Rosalita could pull it off.

The electric kettle rumbled. It shook then the switch clicked off. Steam rose from the spout. Mom dropped in two tea bags into two mugs and filled them up with hot water. Instantly, the relaxing scent of chamomile and peppermint filled the air. She brought the cups to us.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “First, it’s all about how you dress.” She glanced at me. “You got to look sexier. No more jeans. I’m talking short skirts. The ones where you just might flash some ass when you bend over.”

“I’ll get in trouble if I wear them that short,” I said.

She arched her eyebrow at me. “You don’t know how to roll the waistband of your skirt to make them shorter? Do it before you go and flirt with him. Bend over a lot. And wear thongs. It’ll be hotter.”

“Thongs,” I said, nodding. “So you shaved your woohoo.”

“My pussy, yes,” she said. “I still do. If your teacher’s into schoolgirls, he’ll appreciate the bald look. So shave that muff.”

“Okay,” I said, my cheeks burning.

“Sit in the front row and spread your legs a lot. Let him see that thin strip of cloth hugging your tight slit.” She leaned in. “Maybe pull it aside and flash him an eyeful of pussy.”

“Flash my… my pussy.” It was so weird saying that word in front of Momma.

“And don’t stammer saying pussy or cunt. You’re gonna want to say those words to him. This is going to take some time.” She smiled. “If you can find an excuse to stay after class, that’s the best. That’s how I did it. I just kept bending over until he lost control and took my cherry.” She sipped at her tea, this fond look on her face. “That’s the afternoon we made you.”

I flashed her a big smile. “Thanks, Momma! That’s just what I needed to hear!”

“Have fun with your teacher,” she said. “I hope it goes as well for you as it did for me.”

I knew it would. How could it not when we were talking about the same man?

* * *

Monday was usually the worst day. The weekend was over. I was back at school. But not this Monday I was ready to put Momma’s advice into practice. I would begin my seduction of Daddy. I had to stop being a scaredy cat. I would not be the last girl in the club to be bred. Not even the second to last.

I had shaved my pussy last night. Momma knew exactly why I was in the bathroom for so long. She even whispered to me some advice through the door. She was the best. I just wished I could tell her that I was going for Daddy. To reassure her I wasn’t trying to steal him.

I just wanted to be fully loved by him the way a daughter should be.

I had on my new thong. I had made a trip to the mall Sunday afternoon with Momma. She helped me find some new thongs, and matching bras, along with some cute skirts that I could easily roll up so that they would be super short.

When I was heading out the door to go to school, she whispered, “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Momma.”

Even though Daddy taught at my high school, I didn’t ride in with him. He went in early and often had to stay late. Grading papers or advising one of the student clubs or meetings kept him there far later than I wanted to be at school.

Which was good, since I was so nervous. I buzzed all day at school. I rubbed my hands over my skirt, my heart racing all the time. I was in a flutter. My newly shaved pussy felt so weird. My thong hugged my pussy lips. It was so strange feeling the cloth rubbing on my naught bits.

It made me feel all tingly. Just all squirmy. It was a weird feeling I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. I rubbed my hands up and down my thighs while I sat at my desk. This was all so nerve-wracking.

Worse, I didn’t have a single class with Daddy. The school wouldn’t put me in his class because there would be conflicts of interest. So I couldn’t sit in the front row and flash my pussy at him. I had to wait until after school.

When we would be alone.

That was for the best.

The school day dragged and dragged. I saw my friends, of course. Both Aubrey and Candy were so smug now that they had been bred and kept staring at the other three of us. I didn’t want to talk to my friends because they were all competing to get their daddies’ cocks in them first.

It was so strange. I just wanted to have all that cum flooding my pussy. To lose my cherry.

I hoped it would be today, but it could take weeks of wearing daddy down with my hot body. No doing it at home. Mom was almost always at home. She wrote books and did editing, so she had her own little office. She did her shopping and errands during school hours.

So she almost always was puttering about at home. Often canoodling with Daddy. They could end up fucking anywhere in the house. I had caught them in the living room, the dining room, even once on my swing set when I had come home early from a friend’s.

Just Mom swinging on it as Daddy fucked her. That could be me.

I wanted that to be me.

That would be me.

Finally, the last bell rang. Daddy didn’t have any clubs to advise on Mondays. So this was the perfect chance to drop in on Daddy and begin operation flirting. I lingered for a bit, letting the school empty before I raced to the nearest girls’ bathroom to his classroom.

I popped inside and rolled up the purple skirt I wore. Mom and I had determined that two roles made it so my ass would peek out when I fully bent over. We had experimented with all the skirts in the changing room to figure out the best way to do it.

She was such an awesome momma.

I stood in the bathroom stall, trembling. This was it. It was time to do it, but I was so scared. What if Daddy was just repulsed? What if he wasn’t like Aubrey’s and Candy’s daddies and didn’t want anything to do with me? What if he wouldn’t cheat on Momma?

My stomach roiled like I had a silverfish spawner in me. I rubbed at my stomach, hating the feeling and those disgusting bugs from Minecraft. I rubbed at my belly, trying to calm my nerves. I stepped out of the stall and stared at the mirror.

Then I turned around and bent over. I watched myself in the reflection over my shoulder. The purple skirt slid up and up my legs to expose the bottom of my butt-cheeks. I bent over more, the skirt now riding up to flash half my cute ass and…

Reveal that pink thong, contrasting so well with my mocha-brown skin, cupping my pussy folds and vanishing into my butt-crack. I could see the outlines of my vulva. I shuddered at how naughty I looked. A schoolgirl sexpot just begging for her daddy to fuck her.