And mother came too

Mother Came Too
As my taxi pulled up behind a strange car on my drive, I could hear the ‘boom-banga-bang’ music coming from my 16-year-old daughters’ bedroom.
“Kids? What can you do?” the taxi driver laughed, as I gave him his fare. He was right, since my divorce, two years ago; Kylie had become a ‘wild child’ and a brat! She dressed in short skirts, tight tops, and she showed too much leg and cleavage, for a girl of her age. In the last year, she had started going to pubs, in town, with her friend Candice. On Fridays and Saturdays they would arrive home at 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, usually quite drunk.
I made myself a cup of coffee, and while it was cooling, I visited the bathroom, for a pee. The music was so loud; the walls appeared to be shaking. I had had enough, even if it meant another argument, I had to tell her to turn it down. Walking along the landing, there was an unusual smell. Suddenly, I recognised it………….POT! DOPE! MARIJUANA!
When I turned the corner, her bedroom door was partly open. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kylie was lying, on her back, with her stocking clad legs spread wide apart, her eyes were closed tight and she appeared to be biting her lip. A shiny Black head was bobbing up and down between her legs. My God! She was being plated by a black youth!
“Yes… yes…. Slower…yes….deeper..ooh Marcus….yes,yes!” She groaned. Not moving, from my secret position, I could see that the youth had his hand positioned next to his face, obviously, sliding a finger in, as he licked her young flesh. His wrist speeded up, and Kylie moaned as she gripped the bedclothes. “Aaaargghhhh yesssss!” She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. Making her young body tremble and shake. Her tiny breasts (32b) heaved as she attempted to get her breath back.
I was transfixed as I turned myself into a voyeur, trying to deny, to myself, that I had a tingle between my legs.
The boy lifted his head, to look at my daughter; “You like that Sweet Pea?” He asked, his lips and chin dripping with her love-juice. “You know that I did!” she grinned at him, “Now fuck me big boy!” She laughed at her cliché. Marcus raised himself onto his knees.
Shit! I couldn’t believe the size of his cock! As it pointed towards her, it must have been 10 or 11 inches long, and as thick as her wrist! She was only 18, and this was obviously not her first time!
He put his tattooed arms under her legs, and lifted them up and wide apart, “Put it in for me,” he asked. Moving her upper body forward, Kylie took hold of the first 5 or 6 inches, and rubbed it along her slit, closing her eyes as she did so. “Now! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she squealed. He moved his body into position, and dropped his body down, onto her, his huge cock sliding into my small daughter, in one swift move.
“Fucking Hell!” She screamed. Her ankles were now on his shoulders. For the next couple of minutes his hairy, muscular arse banged against her, hammering his cock in out at an unbelievable pace. “Fucking Hell! That’s so fucking good! Faster, faster! Yes, yes, yes,” She kept screaming, through clenched teeth. They were, both, still oblivious to my presence at the door.
“I’m nearly there, I’m nearly there! Are you ready?” He grunted.
“Yes, yes!” She replied.
In a well-choreographed manoeuvre, he withdrew and rocked back onto his knees, while Kylie, quickly, rolled around, to face him. She grabbed the shiny monster with both hands, and forced it into her mouth.