Partied with my daughter

My daughter is 36 and has been troubled since she was a teen. She lives out of state, but I had a week of vacation and went to stay with her to see how she was doing. My husband, her stepfather, could not get the time off to go. She lives in a house that we own and we give her a deal on rent. I was interested in seeing the property too, as I hadn't seen it in a couple of years.

My daughter is a gem of a person, but she has never been able to keep herself together, so to speak. She's been married and divorced twice, has drug/alcohol issues, hangs with the wrong crowd, parties too much, and has difficulty keeping a good job even though we paid her way through a good college. I used to wish that she could give us grandchildren, but now I'm glad she never has, because she can barely take care of herself. I'm 64 and don't have the energy for being a grandmother anyway.

I partially blame myself for my daughter's issues, as I was never that good of a mother and have been divorced/remarried four times and I think that was a bad example for her. I try to make it up to her these days, but it's hard.

I planned on arriving on the weekend, but I was making good time and called her to let her know I was going to be there the evening before. She got really nervous and told me not to come over. I asked why, and she said, "I'm having friends over." I said that I didn't mind if she had friends over, and I'd just come over and mind my own business. She was adamant that she didn't want me over. That was weird. She lives in a house that I own, I'd driven two days to get there, and I told her that I was coming over. She was upset but said "Okay, just don't be critical, okay?" I didn't know what the hell she was talking about.

That is, until I got there. There were cars and motorcycles parked everywhere around the house, and I could hear the music blaring from the outside. She was throwing a party.

I walked in and the house was engulfed in a cloud of cigarette and weed smoke. I tried to be nice about it, as I hadn't seen my daughter in a long time, and we hugged and chatted for a bit. I noticed that my daughter had gotten tattoos since I had last seen her.

She wasn't alone. There were about a dozen people there, wearing leathers, tattoos, and the whole biker look. She certainly had an odd group of friends. Other than my daughter and I, there was only one other woman there. She looked maybe 40 and a bit weathered, overly suntanned, tattooed everywhere. She was kind and introduced herself to me as Nancy. The rest of the crowd were mostly big, bearded, tattooed guys.

Her friends were super nice to me. I didn't think biker guys could be so intelligent, but a few were surprisingly well read. We sat on the couch and they were passing around a bong. They asked me if I wanted to smoke, and I felt a little pressured, but said sure. I hadn't smoked weed in 30 years. I took a few hits and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't know if weed is stronger these days or what, but I was higher than a kite in minutes. They offered me cocaine and meth too, but I'm too scared of the hard stuff.

We drank, smoked, and chatted for an hour or so while enjoying the music. Then my daughter's friend Nancy unbuttoned her denim shorts and said to no one in particular that she wanted to fuck. One of the guys pulled out his dick and she sucked him hard. I didn't learn until later that it wasn't even her husband, who was also there. Evidently they share.

I was shocked and told my daughter as much, but she just said it was okay. And, actually, it was. I was a wild child too when I was younger, so it's not like it was the first time I've seen crazy stuff at a party. I've been there, done that. And I was back feeling like I was in a time warp and about to do it again.

We watched Nancy get gangbanged by three guys on the floor and I'm not going to lie--it looked hot seeing all of them enjoy. The guys performed amazingly on her. After the first guy pulled out and shot his thick load on her abdomen, my daughter said that she was craving some attention too. I was so high that I said, "Whatever." I guess I was going to watch my adult daughter get fucked. She undressed and the guys circled her immediately. They looked like they had done this before and went to work.

While this was happening, one of the guys came over to me and said I was attractive and asked if I was up for sex. Well, I'm a bit wrinkly and not attractive, so that was a lie. I'm maybe 15 pounds overweight around the waist. He just wanted older pussy. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and had already fucked Nancy for a bit, but hadn't cum. I was still sitting on the couch, and his dick was eye-level as he stood there. His cock was huge. My husband is about 5", but this guy must have been 8". I've never seen a dick that big and thick in my life.

It wasn't my best moment, but I was high and fairly horny seeing the guys and their cocks out and said okay. I took off my sun dress and panties and joined the others on the floor.

I hardly ever screw my husband; it's maybe 2-3 times a year. The attraction just isn't there anymore. But now I was going to fuck a fat, bearded biker with a 8" dick. That was a bit of a thrill. I asked for the lube, as I'm a bit dry at my age, but once I was ready, he was willing. Oh, my, to get fucked again was a feeling I hadn't had in a long, long time. Amazing. I can't believe I had stopped doing that. All of a sudden I remembered why fucking is such a great, great thing. Felt awesome.

I got WORKED. Even my daughter looked over and was laughing at my expressions. Once he came, another guy asked if he could have a turn, and I said okay, as it takes me a long time to reach orgasm. Once he finished, I let another guy take his place, as I still hadn't gotten there. I finally came with the third guy. By then, I was stoned, wiped out, exhausted, and creamed.

I had a couple more drinks and went to bed as the party winded down. I remember the clock showing it was about midnight, which is way later than I usually stay up. I woke up the next day at around 2:00 PM. I slept really, really hard.

My daughter made me a late breakfast and we didn't really talk about the night before. We both were kind of embarrassed.