Bigoted Mother and Daughter Taught a Lesson

Laura Davidson had just finished addressing the Saturday afternoon PTA meeting on her favorite two topics: one, students should be shielded from exposure to sex education of any kind and, two, segregation laws should be reinstated. She always worried that some black man might some day make a pass at either her or her daughter Jenna. The very idea of a black man touching her smooth, white skin revolted Laura.

Laura Davidson (46) was a very prim, proper, conservative woman. The 5’7”, 130 lb lady was still a good looker. Her long blonde hair, blue eyes and firm set of 36Cs turned many a head. Laura, although outwardly very proper, liked to tease men in a subtle fashion and, on three occasions during her 27 year marriage had enjoyed wild but brief affairs while her husband was away on business trips. Her only child, Jenna, had been born 9 months after the first affair. Indeed, although very conservative, Laura proudly thought of herself as “a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets”, not that she would ever say that publicly.

Striding back to her seat to muted, embarrassed applause, Laura sat down and smoothed out her tight white skirt while feeling the coolness of the metal folding chair on her naked bottom. She got a thrill out of going without panties in public. Her dark business suit was long enough to cover her bottom and she was sure no one would guess that she had a bald pussy (she shaved her pussy whenever her husband went on an overseas trip). Today, in addition to the white skirt and dark suit jacket, Laura also wore black stockings to mid-thigh, a white silk blouse, sheer white bra and black high heels.

After the meeting Laura picked up her daughter from home and, together they went for a drive, eventually stopping at a chic outdoor caf?cross town for a light dinner. Laura disapproved of her daughter’s choice in clothing. Jenna (19), a blue-eyed blonde like her mom, stood 5’4” and weighed just 110 lbs. She liked to wear sexy clothing in a deliberate attempt to attract attention. Today she wore a thin, low-cut pink blouse tied in a knot under her compact breasts showing plenty of cleavage due to her lack of a bra. If Laura was bothered by the excessive show of cleavage, she would have been even more upset had she known Jenna also wore no panties. Like her mother, Jenna had acquired a liking for shaving her young pussy. Concealing her naked pussy was a short black mini-skirt and black nylons. On her feet were white knee-high leather boots. In Laura’s opinion it was a rather cheap display but chose not to get into the usual argument today.

Enjoying her tea while chiding Jenna for crossing her legs suggestively in public; Laura noticed several black men sitting in a van across the street. Disgustingly, the blacks appeared to be ogling Jenna. Laura marched straight over to them, ordered them on their way, marched back to the caf?paid the bill and, in a huff, trotted back to her car.

Laura and Jenna continued their afternoon drive not noticing the van tailing them in the distance. Soon, at Jenna’s request, they pulled off at a small, secluded beach, parking their shiny BMW just past the sign that read “Beach Closed – Use at Your Own Risk”. Strolling down to the water’s edge they didn’t notice the old van pull up beside their car. Nor did they notice the 5 big knife-wielding black men step out, rub their crotches and leer in the women’s direction. The men lounged against Laura’s car waiting for the women to return and debating how much the local chop shop would pay for the car.

Walking back to the car, one arm around her daughter, the other hand holding her high-heel shoes, Laura abruptly stopped. Her eyes went wide, butterflies danced in her belly. In shock, Laura stared at the 5 big black men leaning against her car, grinning at her and Jenna.

Jenna stopped too, and worriedly said, “Uh oh. Mom??”

Deciding to bluff, Laura looked sternly straight at the men and said, “What are you doing? That’s my car. Move along. Git! Go! Now!”

The biggest one scratched his crotch, looked at the car then looked at Laura, slowly, from top to bottom and back up again. His eyes shifted to Jenna’s very short skirt, stopped at her white cleavage then shifted back to Laura. Leering, he said, “Your car? Why, this is my car. Ain’t it bro’s?” Grinning, leering heads nodded as the men stepped forward and surrounded the blonde women.

Jenna shrank against her mother seeking reassurance. None came. Laura’s voice quavered, “Please go away. Just leave us alone.”

“Go away? We just got here”, replied the black man. Grinning, he added, “Bro’s, this hoe don’t like niggas.” His beefy hand came up and slammed against Laura’s cheek sending her sprawling on the ground, her skirt hiked up to the tops of her stockings revealing a glimpse of her smooth white inner thighs. The man grinned wider, planted his foot between her legs to prevent her from getting up and laughed, “The old hoe got some legs. Bro’s you want a old hoe?”

Laura started shaking. Jenna stared at her mother sprawled on the ground. Jenna stared at the group of black men surrounding her and her mom. She said, “Mom?” then added in a weak voice, “Help?” as strong hands seized her arms and wrenched them roughly behind her back. A muscular arm went around her waist, the hand resting on her bare tummy, playing with her exposed belly button.