At 37 years old my world Elayna's slice of life, had settled down to a series of routine days. My two daughters and my husband were average and normal to the point of almost being boring. That changed a few weeks ago when my youngest daughter Harper began behaving strangely. She would disappear for a few days at a time, claiming she was staying with "work friends". At 18 years old I couldn't stop her, and unless she was breaking our house rules it didn't disrupt us.
Harper is a pretty blonde girl of average height, with an average figure and middle of the road smarts and ambitions. She's had a few boyfriends and had the usual couple of bff's in high school. After graduation this past spring she and her older sister went on a Jamaican vacation, which according to their reports was boring.
Harper got a job selling clothing in a mall store, and seemed to do well enough at it. About a month after she got the job she started spending time away from home with her new friends from work. Of course I wondered exactly what she was doing: she was quieter than usual when she returned home and rarely spoke to my husband.
My suspicions started when I did some laundry. The panties Harper had worn and dropped into the laundry that morning had a crusty white patch in the crotch. I'd never seen it before but I knew it had to be a man's dried cum. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I sniffed it and even gave it a little lick! Yes it seemed to be cum.
My mind dropped into full "nosy Mom" mode. Who was fucking Harper? And who could make enough cum to make a patch like THAT? I never considered that the cum being left in her panties was not an accident.
I had to know the answers, so I decided to find out where she was going. That same night I staked out the parking lot where she works and followed her away from the mall. Keeping a decent distance I followed her to an affluent hilly suburb which borders on a wooded area. She drove up to a fairly large house surrounded by trees, near the top of one of the hills. The garage door opened and Harper drove right in as if she lived there.
Parking a little down the street I sneaked up to the house and found the landscaping and shadows in the tree line hid me very well from the house. The front was dark, but soft music was coming from the back. Trying to remember every spy move I ever saw in a movie I worked my way to the back yard and was able to peek between the gaps in a wrought iron fence.
The back yard perfectly kept and fenced in. The area next to the house was visible from my view, and included a large deck, a cabana sort of tent, and a whirlpool next to the deck. Two women were sitting in the tub and appeared to be just laying back and relaxing. The music was the EDM dance music that Harper had been playing around the house lately, and came from speakers on the deck and also seemed to be coming from inside the house.
Inside the house. Oh. My. God. I could see through the deck doors. Three people were right there by the doors. A girl with blonde hair was kneeling, facing away from me. HARPER! Another blonde girl was standing a bit to the side, wearing a robe. Dominating the scene was a large naked black man. Harper was kneeling in front of him!
Harper leaned to one side and picked up something from a small table. She fiddled around her neck and then reached out with a hand and gave something to the other girl. It was a leash. Harper had collared herself and handed the leash to the girl! I was riveted to the spot. I wasn't riveted by Harper's actions; when she leaned over to get her collar Harper gave me a view of the black man's huge manhood. It was massive and dark and hung soft between his legs like a small log. The vision of it was burned in my mind. THIS was what made the cum in Harper's panties. THIS is what was fucking my daughter for days at a time. And I started getting wet. My body was suddenly keyed up and I could feel every brush of branch against my leg and felt the cool iron of the fence under my fingers.
The black man moved back a few steps and sat on a long couch. His penis didn't change other than to flop back and forth a little. I know because I couldn't stop looking at it. The girl with the leash motioned to Harper to stand, and she did so immediately. Harper started swaying to the music and was doing a little dance for the black man, but looking at the blonde girl for approval. Over the next minute I saw Harper's clothes come off slowly as she stripped, swayed and did what she'd obviously done before. I barely saw her because the blonde girl had moved between the legs of the black man and was running her hands all over his penis. She planted little kisses on it but never went to the head.
It was growing now. It was starting to stick straight out. And It was pointing right at my pretty daughter, now fully naked and grinding her hips, her hands all over her own body, obviously highly aroused. To say I'd never seen a man's equipment like that before is an understatement. My own body was betraying the intense interest I had in that black penis. And my daughter was showing me the way.
The blonde girl started paying attention to Harper, pulling on the leash, bringing her in closer. As Harper went down to her knees and directly on all fours I tried to imagine it was me moving closer to the black pole sticking out of his crotch. The leash fell to the floor as Harper homed directly in to IT and started licking the head, handling the shaft and balls with her little hands. In my mind it was me being the submissive white bitch doing anything needed to get at that black penis.
